Zerophilia Page #4
LUKE:
Oh. Bummer.
MICHELLE:
I'm considering a prosthetic foot.
She smiles.
They sip from their glasses and drink each other in.
Luke contemplates a kiss,...
but his breathing grows shallow, he GASPS.
MICHELLE (CONT'D)
What's the matter?
LUKE:
Nothin'. Maybe just kind a' hot
out here. You want moron? When my
dad died, -it's okay, I was nine.
I barely knew what was goin' on-
But I thought the tombstone was
really sad looking, so I painted
smiley faces and fish all over it.
MICHELLE:
That's sweet.
LUKE:
Yeah, I'm sure dad would've loved
that.
His face REDDENS. Overheated, Luke tugs at his shirt,
brushes SWEAT from his brow.
MICHELLE:
So, what do you think makes a good
relationship?
13.
LUKE:
For real? I don't know.
Friendship. Great sex. Knowing
you want to be there even when it
gets scary or bloody.
MICHELLE:
Whoa. Where'd that come from?
LUKE:
Sorry.
MICHELLE:
No, it's just not the usual guy
thing. ...You're great, you know?
Luke puts his hand on his chest, FEELS something.
He stands, puts on his jacket.
LUKE:
Will you excuse me a sec'?
NEAR THE KITCHEN
HYPER-VENTILATING, his arms CLUTCHING HIS CHEST,
BEADS OF SWEAT on his forehead,
Luke checks the Men's Room door: LOCKED.
He ducks out the service entrance.
EXT. PARKING LOT
By the dumpster, Luke reaches behind his head, WHIPS off his
jacket and shirt, and looks down...
His eyes GO WIDE.
LUKE:
-AAH!
On his chest:
FEMALE BREASTS.Two WAITERS come outside for a smoke.
FIRST WAITER:
Table twenty-nine. Like to bring
her the cannoli special.
14.
Luke peers over the dumpster, down at his breasts, with a
HIGH FEVER, and PASSES OUT, slumping to the ground.
BEHIND THE DUMPSTER - LATE NIGHT
Luke's eyes open, dilated, disoriented. He's lying on the
ground, shirtless among bits of garbage.
He watches bleary-eyed, as a MOUSE peers at him from inside
an empty milk carton. The mouse runs over and sniffs at a
canteloupe, which triggers Luke's memory:
He GRABS his chest, relieved to find it's back to normal.
He stands, dizzy, surveying the dark, locked restaurant, and
staggers across the deserted parking lot toward his truck.
EXT. WOODED HIGHWAY - LATE NIGHT
Luke's Semi THUNDERS along.
INSIDE THE CAB:
Luke stares out in shock.
He hears HEAVY BREATHING, MOANS, VOICES.
FEMALE VOICE (O.S.)
Oh yes! Don't stop!
He looks around for the source of the sounds, glances over.
in it's reflection a leering male, stripped to the waist.
MALE VOICE (O.S.)
Lie down for me, baby!
The HEAD LAMPS of an oncoming car FLASH at him.
As he glances out the driver-side window, MUSIC BLARES from
the passing car.
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