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This is an ongoing movie script about The Fondled & The Fleiss. Contact GuN is you would like 2 contribute or have ideas...
EXT. UNION STATION - LOS ANGELES - NIGHT
An Amtrack train pulls up at the station and slows down to a stop. A small crowd awaits friends and family to welcome them to Los Angeles
LOUD SPEAKER (O.S.)
Welcome to Los Angeles. Please enjoy your stay
GLEN NAUGHTY steps off the train. He is alone and carries a large backpack with patches of all his many travels sewn on the bag’s fabric.
Glen adjusts his glasses, looks at his map and walks towards the train station bar & grill whose sign reads “The Little Caboose”. He dusts his feet then walks inside the door.
INT. THE LITTLE CABOOSE - NIGHT
Glen see’s a dive bar vibe. He walks past am empty pool table spinning the eight ball with his right hand. He then walks up to the bar, next to KURT, checks his wallet, pulls out a ten dollar bill, and waves down the bar maid
What can I get for you sweetheart?
I’ll have a pint of Guinness, thank you.
The bar maid pulls a pint of GUINNESS as Glen walks over to the JUKEBOX. He is impressed as the jukebox is old fashioned and plays 45 rpm vinyl records.
He flicks though the play list, puts in a few coins, and selects AC/DC’s Hell’s Bells. He then returns to the bar to find his drink ready.
Glen licks his lips then takes a sip of his Guinness.
The barmaid rings up his total and then hands Glen back his change
You’re welcome. Here’s your change
Glen puts the change in his pocket, stiffing the bar maid, who scowls.
Kurt sees the scowl on the barmaid, he turns to Glen
Tips. This is the United States, everybody works for tips!
Fuck I’m sorry. I forgot. I just arrived from...
Glen reaches inside his pocket, fumbles about, & returns the change to the bar maid. She looks pleased
Let me guess. London
Glen shakes his head negatively
Another negative shake
Wales...Scotland...South Africa...India...Well You’re not American!
You where close with Australia
New Zealand then cunt
Bingo. New Zealand
Right on. Another sheep shagger kiwi. Welcome to Los Angeles. I’m an out of towner too. Gig tonight at the Staples Center, you should go.
We’ll let me call my friends on the pay phone & see if they can go too
No time. I’ve gotta get out of here now and sound check. So now your out of luck.
Wot is the name of your band?
Nirvana! Ha Ha
Hey! I’ve heard of you guys. I just didn’t recognize your face. I’ve been thinking about starting a band too...you know, with my friends.
You should call yourself The Fondled
Maybe...I Can play a little Bass, three chords like The Ramones
Here’s my refrigerator magnet card with my phone number. Once you’ve practiced, and your great, first class, then give me a call and I’ll give you an opening spot at the Staples Center. I like helping out local bands
I think you’re full of shit!
Kurt picks up his gear, a guitar, ready to leave
Call me once you’ve got your band ready. This is Hollywood, anything is possible.
Kurt finishes off his glass of wine, stubs out his CAMEL cigarette, then walks out the door carrying his FENDER guitar.
Glen attracts the attention of Barmaid by waving his hands
Do you have a phone? I need to make a call.
There’s a pay phone outside