FADE IN
INT. EXTREMELY MESSY BEDROOM
- MORNING
It must have been plundered
by an army of syphilis-crazed Vikings. Clothes, bottles, debris
everywhere. A phone starts to RING from somewhere under the mess.
A HAND slowly reaches out from
UNDER THE BED, probing for the phone anteater style. Pulls it
out from under a pizza box. The body it’s attached to slowly
emerges from under the bed, naked if you don’t count the
Batman Underoos and the socks.
SCOTTIE LYONS lifts the phone
to his ear. He’s got the imprint of a bra hook on his face,
the worst case of bedhair this side of Don King. 21, handsome,
maybe a little too lean, Scottie’s all the Marx Brothers
combined. Even Zeppo.
