Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2016 15:55:50 GMT
INT. CAFE AMICI - WYCKOFF, NEW JERSEY - AFTERNOON
The lunch crowd has swarmed on the small restaurant in the middle class, Northern New Jersey Suburb. WALTER HOBBS sits at a table with his newly signed manager MICKEY CONWAY. An empty soup bowl rests in front of Walter.
Mickey smiles at Walter.
Mickey stares at Walter. He cannot relate to this man in any way, shape or form.
Mickey raises his glass of wine.
Walter grabs his water. He looks like he is going to well up. They clink glasses, and Walter sips his water.
Walter takes out his cell, puts it to his ear.
As Walter puts his phone away, the waiter comes by with Mickey and Walter's food. He gives Mickey his egg salad sandwich, and puts Walter's salad in front of him.
Walter observes the salad with great fear and trepidation. There are NUTS scattered throughout the salad.
The waiter just stares at Walter.
The waiter walks away. Mickey watches Walter moves nuts off the plate with his fork and knife.
Mickey shakes it off.
Mickey's train of thought is derailed by the sight of Walter's face, which is becoming red and blotchy and swelling up.
Walter hits his breaking point and begins to gag violently, making a scene.
Mickey hops to his feet to check on his new recruit.
Walter grabs his water and begins to gargle with it, spitting it out into his empty soup bowl.
INT. HYUNDAI SONATA (IN MOTION) - LATER
Walter is behind the wheel of his Hyundai Sonata, pulling onto a clu-de-sac in Ho-Ho-Kus, New Jersey. He is in high spirits, singing along to the inspirational teen pop ballad pouring out of the speakers.
Walt pulls into the driveway of the bi-level home at the top of the clu-de-sac. There is a HARLEY parked in the front of the house, which Walter notes, but pays no mind.
INT. HOBBS RESIDENCE - BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS
LANA HOBBS is on the bed, in a sexy black get up-- complete with thigh highs and a garter-- each of her wrists is handcuffed to a post on opposite ends at the top of the bed.
Standing at the foot of the bed is a shirtless AMARILLO NASH, a ravenous look on his face. He is ready to devour Mrs. Hobbs.
We hear the front door open.
Amarillo looks more frustrated than concerned.
Amarillo shakes his head, and casually pops into the closet-- just as the bedroom door opens.
Walter enters the bedroom to find his wife handcuffed to the bed.
There's a long moment where Walter's smile disappears, as he is trying to make sense of the scene.
An even bigger smile consumes Walter.
Walter begins to take off his tie and unbutton his shirt.
Walter holds out his hand toward his wife.
Walter rips open his button down shirt and hops on the bed. He stares down at his wife.
Walter begins kissing his wife's neck.
FADE TO BLACK
The lunch crowd has swarmed on the small restaurant in the middle class, Northern New Jersey Suburb. WALTER HOBBS sits at a table with his newly signed manager MICKEY CONWAY. An empty soup bowl rests in front of Walter.
Mickey smiles at Walter.
WALTER
(reserved excitement)
This is great news-- great news.
MICKEY
I thought you'd be happy.
WALTER
Ready, Set, Wrestle. I like
it. And Lana's gonna love San
Francisco. Did you know that
the fortune cookie was invented
by a San Francisco native?
Beat.
it. And Lana's gonna love San
Francisco. Did you know that
the fortune cookie was invented
by a San Francisco native?
Beat.
WALTER (CONT'D)
He was Japanese.
He was Japanese.
MICKEY
Walt, it's just a tryout, so
let's not get our hopes up yet.
You need to impress the boss,
Georgia DeLise, first.
let's not get our hopes up yet.
You need to impress the boss,
Georgia DeLise, first.
WALTER
An audition. It's like American Idol!
MICKEY
A toast. To a new relationship. To a
fruitful career. To following your dreams.
Walter takes out his cell, puts it to his ear.
WALTER
I've gotta call Lana. Give her the
news...Hmm, voice mail. You know what--
it's better I tell her in person.
Walter observes the salad with great fear and trepidation. There are NUTS scattered throughout the salad.
WALTER
I'm sorry, sir, but this has nuts in it.
WAITER
(annoyed)
And?
WALTER
I'm allergic to nuts.
WAITER
Well how am I supposed to know that?
Walter looks confused, and reluctant to get confrontational.
WALTER
Because I said when I ordered
that I'm allergic to nuts.
WAITER
No you didn't.
WALTER
I'm pretty sure I did.
WALTER
You know what? It's no big deal, I could
just pick them off, put them to the side.
WAITER
Will there be anything else?
WALTER
No. I think we're good. Thank you.
MICKEY
Why didn't you just send it back?
WALTER
No, that's okay. I don't want to be
rude. Besides, they work hard back
in the kitchen preparing these meals.
MICKEY
It's a salad.
Mickey stabs at his salad with his fork and puts it in his mouth. He smiles as he chews.
Mickey shakes it off.
MICKEY
Anyway, like I was saying, the
tryout is going to be sometime
next week, so you might want to--
tryout is going to be sometime
next week, so you might want to--
MICKEY
Are you okay?
WALTER
This is delicious.
Mickey hops to his feet to check on his new recruit.
Walter grabs his water and begins to gargle with it, spitting it out into his empty soup bowl.
WALTER
I'm okay!
CUT TO:
INT. HYUNDAI SONATA (IN MOTION) - LATER
Walter is behind the wheel of his Hyundai Sonata, pulling onto a clu-de-sac in Ho-Ho-Kus, New Jersey. He is in high spirits, singing along to the inspirational teen pop ballad pouring out of the speakers.
Walt pulls into the driveway of the bi-level home at the top of the clu-de-sac. There is a HARLEY parked in the front of the house, which Walter notes, but pays no mind.
CUT TO:
INT. HOBBS RESIDENCE - BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS
LANA HOBBS is on the bed, in a sexy black get up-- complete with thigh highs and a garter-- each of her wrists is handcuffed to a post on opposite ends at the top of the bed.
Standing at the foot of the bed is a shirtless AMARILLO NASH, a ravenous look on his face. He is ready to devour Mrs. Hobbs.
We hear the front door open.
WALTER
Honey, I'm home!
Lana looks panicked.
LANA
Oh shit! He's home!
WALTER
Honey, where are you? I have big news!
AMARILLO
Let' me just take of him now-- get this over with.
LANA
No. We can't do that! A crime scene and
cops-- it's too messy. We've gotta stick
with the plan and this will work itself
out in the long run. Now quick-- hide!
WALTER
Honey, you'll never believe who I had lunch with.
LANA
I can explain.
An even bigger smile consumes Walter.
WALTER
You knew, didn't you!
LANA
Knew what?
WALTER
Mickey Conway must have called you and
told you about the new promotion that's
interested in me. Well, there's a tryout
first, and it's in San Francisco! I can't
believe that Mickey, he can't keep a
secret, can he?
interested in me. Well, there's a tryout
first, and it's in San Francisco! I can't
believe that Mickey, he can't keep a
secret, can he?
Walter begins to take off his tie and unbutton his shirt.
WALTER
And here I was thinking I was surprising you, when
you were the one waiting to congratulate me with...
WALTER
...with all of this. I'm seriously turned on right now.
WALTER
I like the handcuffs. But I see
how you got the first one on, but
how did you get the second one on?
FADE TO BLACK
