Detroit Rock City Page #5

HAWK:

Just listen up, man, cause we are in

a quandary.

INT. JAM'S BEDROOM - DAY

Jam clutches the phone with his shoulder GRUNTING as he does

battle with the Bullworker for possession of his foot.

HAWK (O.S.)

Are you on the crapper with one of

those antenna phones? Sounds like

you're taking a dump the size of

Butte, Montana.

JAM:

It's my Bullworker.

HAWK (O.S.)

Anyway, listen up. They're gone!

JAM:

What's gone?

HAWK (O.S.)

The KISS tickets, you nimrod! They're

just f***in' gone! Please tell me

you have'm!

JAM:

(panicked)

Gone!? Why would I have the KISS

tick...?

HAWK (O.S.)

Just check whatever you were wearing

last night. Now!

Jam briefly scans his surroundings double-taking at the denim

jacket lying on the floor. He checks the pockets and sees

four tickets labelled KISS - JUNE 7, 1978 - COBO HALL,

DETROIT.

JAM:

Whew! Oh, God, Hawk... I got'm!

Somehow I musta taken Trip's jacket

by mistake!

INT. LEX'S BASEMENT/BEDROOM - DAY

Hawk SIGHS like a deathrow convict pardoned at the last

second.

HAWK:

(to others)

He's got'm!

Lex and Trip collapse with relief.

HAWK:

Trip, he took your jacket by mistake.

You must be wearing Jam's.

Trip reaches in a breast pocket and pulls out Rosary beads.

Spooked, he drops them like they were a bug.

HAWK:

(into phone)

Cool.

JAM (O.S.)

I'm really sorry about that, man.

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