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After the girls leave, Derek closes the partition and his

playful demeanor changes. He's all business now.

DEREK (CONT'D)

What can I do for you guys?

GEORGE:

We want some grass.

DEREK:

I know what you want. But, first of

all, are you cops?

GEORGE:

No.

DEREK:

Because if you are, you have to tell me.

If not, it's entrapment.

GEORGE:

We're not cops. We're from

Massachusettes. I mean, does he look

like a cop?

DEREK:

I guess not. Okay. You know, you're

very lucky you're friends of Barbie's.

If you weren't, I'd never talk to you.

Derek pulls a television-sized brick of quality marijuana out

from under a sink and sets it down in front of George.

GEORGE:

What the f*** is that?

DEREK:

It's your grass.

TUNA:

Wow. That's more than we had in mind.

DEREK:

I don't nickel and dime. You want it or

not?

George and Tuna look at each other.

GEORGE:

We'll take it.

EXT. MANHATTAN BEACH - 1968 - DAY

SERIES OF SHOTS:

Summer on the beach. It's one big party. George and Tuna

are on the beach. They are the new kings. They smoke pot

and drink brews.

George and Barbara get close as do Tuna and Maria. Slowly,

George's clothes and hair start to look better, cooler.

George and Tuna hanging out with the SURFERS.

George and Tuna hang with Barbara, Maria and SOME GIRLFRIENDS

in bikinis.

George and Barbara hang together at the life guard stand.

George and Tuna on the strand with HIPPY PROFESSORS selling

half-ounces.

Derek, Tuna, George, Barbara, Maria and the Elves play

volleyball.

Barbecue at Belmont Shores apartment with George, Barbara,

Derek, Tuna, Maria and different Elves.

George and Tuna sell half-ounces to BIKERS.

Derek is having a party out of a mini-van in the beach

parking lot. George, Barbara, Tuna and Maria are there.

EXT. MANHATTAN BEACH - 1968 - SUNSET

George and Barbara sit by the water, watching the waves crash

into the sand. The sky is streaked with purple and red.

GEORGE:

This is it for me.

BARBARA:

What is?

GEORGE:

Just everything. You. California. The

beach. This spot right here. I feel

like I belong here, you know? It just

feels right.

BARBARA:

You happy, baby?

GEORGE:

Yeah. I am.

EXT. WORKSITE - WEYMOUTH - 1966 - DAY

The worksite is busy. George is amongst other workers,

working a summer job. As George is taking five, he looks

across the sight to Fred, who is sweeping up debris. A long

way from being the boss.

INT. COLLEGE ADMISSIONS OFFICE - WEYMOUTH - 1966 - DAY

George stands in line to register for college, wearing his

Brooks Brothers suit, bowtie, and freshly Bryllcreamed hair.

The room is crowded and the line is long. Bob Dylan's

"Subterranean Homesick Blues" blares out of one of the kid's

transistor radios. George looks around the room. He is

uncomfortable. He catches his reflection in the shiny glass

partition and stops. He doesn't like what he sees.

Something is not right. He looks like everyone else. Same

cookie-cutter hair, same cookie-cutter clothes, same cookie

cutter faces. He's a carbon copy.

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