331. Those Darn Little Lines - Leslie

• FADE IN:


• EXT. BEACH - DAY


• RICK, ANDY, and MARTIN walk comfortably along the crowded beach, bare and sandaled feet digging into the soft white sand.


• Ahead of them is a large plastic barrier cutting the beach in half, across which music blasts.


• ANDY
• Dude, this is the hottest party of the year, how in the world did you land tickets?


• RICK
• I ran into one of the organizers at the bar last night. Linda, I think. I mean how much better can you get? This is the way to end a weekend.


• Martin grins at Rick.


• MARTIN
• You used some of that famous charm of yours?


• RICK
• You are not going to bring that up again are you? Jerk.


• MARTIN
• I'm just saying.


• RICK
• I did not accidentally call her father a greedy pig and then proceed to dump my drink down her dress...accidentally. Seriously, I only did that once.


• MARTIN
• Once is enough.


• ANDY
• So true. Oh, the look on Amy's face when you did that.


• RICK
• Three years and you still haven't let go of that.


• MARTIN
• No reason to.


• They reach the party entrance and the BOUNCER eyes them.


• RICK
• Hey, we're on the list. Rick Jenner and two guests.


• The bouncer scans the names, then nods and stamps their hands.


• The three saunter in, freshly marked with little red scorpions.


• EXT. THE SCORPION CLUB 2008 BEACH PARTY - DAY


• Past the plastic barricades, a few acres of sand are packed with young bodies moving to the music.


• A DJ spins on large stage at the center of the crowd.


• RICK
• Y'guys want something to drink?


• ANDY
• I'm good.


• MARTIN
• If they have Fat Tire...


• RICK
• Cool.


• Rick wanders off through the crowd to the bar.


• ANDY
• This is cool, kinda makes me feel like I've made it - living the life.


• MARTIN
• Something like that.


• He eyes a guy grinding with his bikini-clad girlfriend.


• MARTIN
• Look at that - I mean, I wouldn't mind dancing like that with my girl - but I'd want to be someplace private, that isn't something I need to share. Oh, go get a room.


• ANDY
• Oh, I think they're there.


• MARTIN
• Tell me about it.


• Rick returns, holding two Fat Tire beers.


• He hands one to Martin.


• Martin nods, clinking bottles with Rick.


• They watch the crowd move.


• Two scantily clad DANCERS work their way up to the stage.


• Andy nudges Rick, who elbows Martin.


• RICK
• Dude...


• The dancers climb up on stage, their cropped, black t-shirts emblazoned with a large red scorpion.


• ANDY
• Scorpion girls?


• RICK
• Mmmhm.


• They stare in awe.


• Martin sips his beer and shuffles uncomfortably.


• The girls begin dancing, moving towards each other.


• The crowd volume rises to a shriek as they begin grinding each other.


• MARTIN
• Guys, I can't stay.


• RICK
• What, why?


• MARTIN
• You know.


• ANDY
• Seriously, dude?


• MARTIN
• I'm not going to get on a soapbox, you've heard me do that enough.


• RICK
• Seriously though.


• MARTIN
• C'mon. I'm a feminist...and a Christian, some stuff just doesn't work well with that combination.


• RICK
• So what, you going to come at me from the sin angle or misogyny angle.


• MARTIN
• Neither. I'll see you guys at the hotel.


• Rick shakes his head and turns back to the stage, not really expecting Martin to leave.


• Martin pushes through the crowd working his way to the edge of the stage.


• Andy watches Martin reach the exit.


• Martin turns back for a moment, contemplating the stage, then disappears bast the barriers.


• Andy watches the exit for a moment, then turns back to the stage.


• FADE TO BLACK.