The Salton Sea Page #3

DANNY is sitting in an armchair. He is the only one who looks tired.

He sits there, taking the scene in.

ALL SOUNDS FADE OUT

DANNY (V.O.)

And so this is where I find myself.

No. I should choose my words more

wisely:
this is the world I sought

out. The land of the perpetual night-

party. Day swallowing night and

night swallowing day. The crank

compressing time like some divine

piston on its awesome downstroke.

DANNY'S P.O.V. - SCANNING THE ROOM. NO SOUND. The girl's folding the

socks ... Kujo ranting on ... Creeper and Jimmy the Finn grinding their

jaws ... the BLANKETS AND TINFOIL ON THE WINDOWS.

DANNY (cont'd)

We've been at this for three days ...

or is it four? Tweakerrs, lokers,

slammers coming and going, swearing

eternal allegiance and undying love

for one another, only to wake up

after the binge and realize you

wouldn't walk across the street to

piss on one of 'em if their head was on fire.

(beat)

Is it three days or is it four?

BACK ON DANNY. He blinks lethargically.

DANNY (cont'd)

I know what you're thinking. But

don't give up on me just yet. And

for God's sake, don't pity me. Don't

make any judgments until you've seen

my whole story.

(beat)

And keep your eyes open.

(beat)

Nothing is what it seems.

Suddenly ...

KUJO (O.S.)

OH SH*T! WE'RE OUT OF DRUGS!

INT. PARTY HOUSE - NIGHT

Danny and Jimmy the Finn walking towards the front door.

DANNY:

How the hell did we get this detail?

JIMMY:

Guess it's our turn.

Danny nods.

DANNY:

What time is it?

JIMMY:

Twelve

DANNY:

Midnight?

EXT. PARTY HOUSE - DAY

As the door opens, Danny discovers that it is TWELVE NOON and the sun

is blazing.

The party house is revealed as a cheap stucco apartment building

crammed in the middle of BUSY BUSINESS DISTRICT at a major

intersection.

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