Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2016 4:24:57 GMT
EXT. HOME OF WALTER HOBBS - AFTERNOON
We open with outside of Walter Hobb's California residence. We hear the sound of a horn blaring incessantly.
An Audi pulls up the curb and comes to a stop. It belongs to MICKEY CONWAY. He gets out of the car, a mix of panic and frustration. His nerves are shot, made all the worse from the sound of the blaring horn. He stare at Lana Hobb's Mercedes parked in the driveway.
Mickey moves toward the car.
Inside, WALTER HOBBS is passed out, his forehead pressed against the steering wheel, causing the noisy commotion.
Mickey bangs on the window. Walter's unresponsive. Mickey bangs again.
Mickey opens the car door and grabs hold of him, slapping him in the face, bringing his protege to a semi-state of consciousness. As a groggy Walter sits up, the horn stops.
Walt doesn't have his wits about him yet. He looks absolutely exhausted. He smiles at Mickey, unaware of his surroundings.
Walt lets out a giant yawn and stretches his arms, and places his head back on the steering wheel.
Walt is out again.
Mickey is beside himself. He notices a bottle of SLEEPING PILLS in the cup holder. He grabs them and examines them.
He grabs hold of Walt and shakes him. Walt comes through again. Mickey holds up the bottle, looking for an explanation.
Beat.
Walt lets out another huge yawn.
Walt's head hits the steering wheel again. Mickey pushes Walt over into the passenger seat and hops into the driver's seat.
We open with outside of Walter Hobb's California residence. We hear the sound of a horn blaring incessantly.
An Audi pulls up the curb and comes to a stop. It belongs to MICKEY CONWAY. He gets out of the car, a mix of panic and frustration. His nerves are shot, made all the worse from the sound of the blaring horn. He stare at Lana Hobb's Mercedes parked in the driveway.
Mickey moves toward the car.
Inside, WALTER HOBBS is passed out, his forehead pressed against the steering wheel, causing the noisy commotion.
Mickey bangs on the window. Walter's unresponsive. Mickey bangs again.
MICKEY
Walt! Walt!
Mickey opens the car door and grabs hold of him, slapping him in the face, bringing his protege to a semi-state of consciousness. As a groggy Walter sits up, the horn stops.
MICKEY
Walt, what the hell are you doing? I have been
trying to reach you for hours. We have that press
conference, and I had to delay it, but everyone's
at the Arena waiting. What is wrong with you?
Walt doesn't have his wits about him yet. He looks absolutely exhausted. He smiles at Mickey, unaware of his surroundings.
WALT
Oh, hey Mickey. What's going on?
MICKEY
What's going on in right. You tell me.
Walt lets out a giant yawn and stretches his arms, and places his head back on the steering wheel.
WALT
I just need a couple more min--
Walt is out again.
Mickey is beside himself. He notices a bottle of SLEEPING PILLS in the cup holder. He grabs them and examines them.
MICKEY
Oh, for the love of God.
He grabs hold of Walt and shakes him. Walt comes through again. Mickey holds up the bottle, looking for an explanation.
MICKEY
Walt, what is this? How many
of these things did you take?
WALT
Oh, I don't know. Four or five.
Maybe six.
Beat.
WALT
Or was it seven.
MICKEY
Walt, talk to me. No, don't go to
sleep-- talk to me. What is this?
WALT
Lana though this would be a good
idea to prepare for my match with
Arthur Thomas. You know, one of
his finishers is a sleeper hold, and
so Lana figured what better way
to prepare for it than to...than to...
MICKEY
Then to overdose on sleeping pills.
WALT
Exactly. Learn to fight the deep sleep,
she said. I swear, she has a mind for
this sport like no other. She is a ---
MICKEY
Alright, buddy. We're gonna have to
have a serious talk, you and I, about
this advice that Lana keeps giving,
but first we have to get you to that
press conference. Where the hell are
the seat belts in this thing?
WALT
Oh, Lana said they're not working.
MICKEY
What do you mean, they're not working?
They're not not working-- they're missing.
Damn Germans.
MICKEY
Where's your car?
WALT
Lana has it. She told me to use hers.
MICKEY
Don't go to sleep, Walt--
don't you dare go to sleep.
We need to keep you awake.
the seat belts in this thing?
WALT
Oh, Lana said they're not working.
MICKEY
What do you mean, they're not working?
They're not not working-- they're missing.
Walt shrugs.
WALTDamn Germans.
MICKEY
Where's your car?
WALT
Lana has it. She told me to use hers.
Mickey starts up the car as Walt rests his head against the passenger window.
MICKEY
Don't go to sleep, Walt--
don't you dare go to sleep.
We need to keep you awake.
Mickey turns on the radio. A Lionel Richie ballad oozes from the speakers. Mickey changes the station, and we get a Barry Manilow slow song. Another change and we're listening to Adele.
MICKEY
What the helly, Walt-- Lana
has all of her stations preset
to easy listening, elevator
music bullshit.
WALT
That's wierd, she doesn't even like
easy listening music. Says it puts
her to sleep to easily.
What the helly, Walt-- Lana
has all of her stations preset
to easy listening, elevator
music bullshit.
WALT
That's wierd, she doesn't even like
easy listening music. Says it puts
her to sleep to easily.
Mickey pulls out. He tears down the road. Meanwhile, Walt is playing with the chair, reclining it back as far is it will go.
FADE TO BLACK
MICKEY
Don't do that, Walt-- sit upright.
Oh all of the dumb ideas I've heard--
WALT
Mickey, don't you see. Lana is like
Mr. Myagi. Paint the fence. Sand the
floor. Bang your head against the house.
Unorthodox training is what made Daniel
Larusso a champion, Mickey. The pills are
another wax-on-wax-off method that Lana--
Don't do that, Walt-- sit upright.
Oh all of the dumb ideas I've heard--
WALT
Mickey, don't you see. Lana is like
Mr. Myagi. Paint the fence. Sand the
floor. Bang your head against the house.
Unorthodox training is what made Daniel
Larusso a champion, Mickey. The pills are
another wax-on-wax-off method that Lana--
Walt's out again. Stopped at a light, Mickey grabs Walt's arm and lets it go. It drops. He does it a second time, and it drops again. Mickey grabs Walt's arm a third time and let's it go; as his arm descends, he catches himself, jolting up.
WALT
I'm awake!
Walt turns to Mickey.
WALT
I could use a coffee.
I could use a coffee.
