INT. AARON'S CAR - NIGHT

Cathy and Aaron drive through Hollywood in his car, not speaking. Finally...

                                                                 AARON
                                Your friend Shauna is really something.

                                                                 CATHY
                                What do you mean?

                                                                 AARON
                                I don't think she likes me.

                                                                 CATHY
                                No. That's just her way. She likes you. She
                                told me so.

                                                                 AARON
                                When?

                                                                 CATHY
                                Before you got there.

                                                                 AARON
                                But we hadn't met.

                                                                 CATHY
                                She knew who you were. So, what's your
                                next project?

                                                                 AARON
                                I don't know. I'm searching for a great idea,
                                which is presently eluding me. Why do you ask?

                                                                 CATHY
                                                           (shrugs)
                                Just curious.

                                                                 AARON
                                So, whose party is this?

                                                                 CATHY
                                A friend of mine from A.F.I. That's the American
                                Film Institute.

                                                                 AARON
                                No shit.

                                                                 CATHY
                                Of course you know. You knew who Nunnally Johnson
                                was. You know everything.

                                                                 AARON
                                Not everything. I don't know very much about you.

                                                                 CATHY
                                What do you know?

                                                                 AARON
                                Well... Your name is Cathrine Anderson. You're a
                                production designer, you're from Wisconsin --

                                                                 CATHY
                                -- How do you know that?

                                                                 AARON
                                Shauna told me.

                                                                 CATHY
                                Oh. Go on.

                                                                 AARON
                                Well, let's see. You must like dogs because you
                                have a puppy that's going to grow into a horse,
                                you like to read Italian folk tales, you played Juliet,
                                probably in high school, and you collect rocks.

                                                                 CATHY
                                You know everything about me.

                                                                 AARON
                                                           (grins)
                                Yeah, sure. Everything. What do you know about
                                me?

                                                                 CATHY
                                Well... You're handsome, intelligent, and everyone
                                thinks you're going to make it big.

                                                                 AARON
                                                           (shrugs)
                                You definitely know everything about me.

EXT. HOUSE IN THE HOLLYWOOD FOOTHILLS - NIGHT

They arrive at a house in the foothills beneath the Griffith Observatory. There's already a lot of people there.

INT. AARON'S CAR - NIGHT

Before they get out of the car Aaron leans over and kisses Cathy. She runs her fingers through his hair.

                                                                 CATHY
                                                           (sighs)
                                You're a good kisser.

                                                                 AARON
                                So are you.

They kiss again, lightly touching each other's faces, then get out of the car.

EXT. HOUSE IN THE HOLLYWOOD FOOTHILLS - NIGHT

Cathy leads the way up the walk to the open front door. Behind Cathy's back, Aaron quickly and deftly rearranges the hard-on in his pants before going into the party.

INT. HOUSE IN THE HOLLYWOOD FOOTHILLS - NIGHT

There's about fifteen or twenty people at the party, all between the ages of twenty and twenty-five, talking in a rather subdued manner. The host is a preppy looking fellow that's about 6'3". He is RANDY. He bends down to kiss Cathy. Aaron watches, amused.

                                                                 CATHY
                                Aaron, this is Randy. He goes to A.F.I.

Aaron shakes Randy's hand while looking at Cathy.

                                                                 AARON
                                That's the American Film Institute, right?

Cathy smiles. Randy is taken aback.

                                                                 RANDY
                                Haven't you heard of it? How long have you
                                been in LA?

                                                                 AARON
                                Twelve years. Is it a big place? I can't believe I
                                missed it.

                                                                 RANDY
                                It's right over here on Western.

                                                                 CATHY
                                                           (cutting in)
                                He knows. He's a screenwriter. He wrote the
                                horror movie I worked on.

Randy is now suspicious, slightly offended and interested all at the same time.

                                                                 RANDY
                                Have you written any other films?

                                                                 AARON
                                Many. But that's the only one that's been produced.

                                                                 RANDY
                                And you know where the A.F.I. is?

                                                                 AARON
                                Right over here on Western. I've been there.

Randy nods, then turns to Cathy.

                                                                 RANDY
                                So, Cathy, what're you working on now?

                                                                 CATHY
                                I'm up for a couple of things. What're you doing?

                                                                 RANDY
                                I'm about to do my final film. If they don't like it
                                I don't get into second year.

                                                                 CATHY
                                What's it about?

                                                                 RANDY
                                I don't know yet. I'm looking for an idea.

Aaron nods in commiseration.

                                                                 CATHY
                                What kind of idea are you thinking about?

                                                                 RANDY
                                I'm not sure. I don't want to do anything that's
                                too much, y'know? I don't want to go too far in
                                any direction.

                                                                 AARON
                                Why not?

                                                                 RANDY
                                I don't know, that's just what I think. If it goes too
                                far then it's too identifiable as a genre.

                                                                 AARON
                                Personally, I'd much rather go too far then not
                                far enough.

                                                                 RANDY
                                                           (put off)
                                But that's you, not me.

                                                                 AARON
                                That's true, but you do want it to be impressive
                                enough to get you into your second year, don't
                                you?

                                                                 RANDY
                                Yes, but I don't believe that means that I have to
                                make a genre piece.

                                                                 AARON
                                I think you're putting the cart in front of the horse.
                                Who cares if it's a genre or not, what's the story?

                                                                 RANDY
                                I don't know, and I don't see why you're being so
                                antagonistic. This is a party.
                                                           (to Cathy)
                                So, are you still working as an assistant, or have
                                you made the big move?

                                                                 CATHY
                                Both things I'm up for are as an assistant.

Cathy glances at Aaron, then continues talking with Randy. They start to walk away.

Aaron walks around the party. There are clumps of people here and there, balloons and a keg in the kitchen. Aaron sees a really beautiful black girl in a skin tight suede dress talking to a huge black dude that might be a football player. No other pretty girls. Aaron gets two glasses of beer and walks up to Cathy, who is still talking to Randy and also two other guys.

                                                                 AARON
                                Hi.

                                                                 CATHY
                                Hi.

Cathy keeps listening to one of the guys discourse on film production-its perils and pitfalls from the point of view of a student. Aaron holds out a beer.

                                                                 AARON
                                Here.

Cathy holds up a plastic glass filled with white wine and turns her attention back to the diatribe. The STUDENT goes on at length.

                                                                 STUDENT
                                The most difficult aspect of production must
                                be the lighting...

                                                                 AARON
                                                           (mumbles, rolling his eyes)
                                Oh, Christ.

Cathy gives Aaron a quick disapproving glance, then looks back to the orator. Aaron walks away. He drinks her beer, then starts on his own. He sees the knock-out in the suede dress talking to a white punk in camouflage and a blond Mohawk that comes down his back in a pony tail. All in all the party is pretty dull.

                                                                                                       DISSOLVE TO:

INT. HOUSE IN THE HOLLYWOOD FOOTHILLS - NIGHT

It's the same dull party, just a little later. Aaron steps up beside Cathy. She is still listening to Mr. Production.

                                                                 AARON
                                Hi.

                                                                 CATHY
                                Hi.

She doesn't even turn around.

                                                                 AARON
                                What's going on?

She points at the speaker, still not turning around. Aaron is shocked at her behavior. He walks away. He goes to the front door and walks out.

EXT. HOUSE IN THE HOLLYWOOD FOOTHILLS - NIGHT

Aaron walks away from the house and goes to his car.

INT. AARON'S CAR - NIGHT

Aaron opens the glove box and goes through the tapes. He finds what he's looking for.

                                                                 AARON
                                Ah ha.

INT. HOUSE IN HOLLYWOOD FOOTHILLS - NIGHT

Back in the party, if you can call it a party, more like a gathering, Aaron goes to the stereo and puts on his tape. The box is marked, "Dance Tape." Before the music has started he cranks the volume up pretty high. He steps away from the stereo and watches.

Low rumbling bass notes fill the bottom end of the room, too low to catch anyone's full attention. Unconsciously, however, people's feet begin to tap and their hands pat out the beat on their legs. Aaron snaps his fingers. By the time Marvin Gaye breaks out singing, "Ooooh-ooh, I guess you wonder how I knew..." everyone is hooked. The big black football player dances into the room holding an imaginary microphone and singing. Aaron jumps up and just starts dancing. In two seconds ten people are dancing, including the knock-out in the suede dress. No one is dancing specifically with anyone else, everybody with each other.

Halfway into the song fifteen people are dancing, three-quarters of the party. But not Cathy. Aaron catches occasional glimpses of her talking and drinking white wine in the other room every time he dances past the door. She sees him, too. The song ends. The KNOCK-OUT turns to all assembled.

                                                                 KNOCK-OUT
                                It better be something good next.

                                                                 AARON
                                                           (smiles)
                                It is.
She folds her arms and looks at Aaron, her expression: "Show me." From the stereo Aretha Franklin screams, "What'choo want? Baby, I got it! What'choo need? You know I got it! All I'm askin's for a little respect!... Just a little bit, just a little bit..." Everyone starts dancing again. The knock-out smiles at Aaron.

                                                                 KNOCK-OUT
                                It's good.

Aaron nods and dances with her.

                                                                 AARON
                                The whole tape is good.

                                                                 KNOCK-OUT
                                We'll see.

                                                                                                       DISSOLVE TO:

INT. HOUSE IN THE HOLLYWOOD FOOTHILLS - NIGHT

Aaron and the knock-out are still dancing. There are still six diehard dancers with them. Aaron catches Cathy's eye and motions her to dance, but she doesn't. She just keeps drinking white wine and talking to the film students.

                                                                                                       DISSOLVE TO:

INT. HOUSE IN THE HOLLYWOOD FOOTHILLS - NIGHT

When Eddie Grant finishes singing "Electric Avenue" and the tape runs out, all that remain dancing are Aaron, the Knock-out, the football player, and a new wave white girl. They are all soaked with sweat and out of breath. Aaron puts the tape in his pocket.

                                                                 FOOTBALL PLAYER
                                Good tape, man.

He slaps Aaron five.

                                                                 AARON
                                Thanks.
                                                           (he turns to the knock-out)
                                Wanna'go outside and get some air?

She is waving her hand to fan her face.

                                                                 KNOCK-OUT
                                Yeah.

She and Aaron step out the front door. Cathy watches from the other room.

EXT. HOUSE IN THE HOLLYWOOD FOOTHILLS - NIGHT

The Knock-out and Aaron sit down on a porch swing and enjoy the cool night air.

                                                                 KNOCK-OUT
                                That's a wonderful tape.

                                                                 AARON
                                Thanks.
                                                           (he holds out his hand)
                                I'm Aaron Brooks.

She shakes his hand.

                                                                 KNOCK-OUT
                                Blake Whitney. Nice to meet you.

                                                                 AARON
                                What a great name. Blake Whitney. Sounds like
                                a character in a story.

                                                                 KNOCK-OUT
                                                           (smiling)
                                Thank you.

Just then Cathy comes staggering out the front door. She is smashed. She sees Aaron and Blake on the swing and steps in front of them.

                                                                 CATHY
                                Excuse me, I don't mean to interrupt.

                                                                 AARON
                                That's all right. Sit down.

                                                                 CATHY
                                No, no, no. I don't want to interrupt.
                                                           (Cathy leans over to confide
                                                           in Blake, although she speaks
                                                           in a normal tone of voice)
                                He's not my date. He's my ride.

                                                                 KNOCK-OUT
                                Excuse me?

                                                                 CATHY
                                He's not my date, he's my ride.

Aaron is flabbergasted, yet amused.

                                                                 AARON
                                Really? Do you want a ride home?

She wobbles back and forth.

                                                                 CATHY
                                Yes, please. As long as I'm not intruding.

                                                                 AARON
                                You're fine.
                                                           (he stands and turns to Blake)
                                It was a real pleasure meeting you, Blake
                                Whitney.

She shakes his proffered hand.

                                                                 KNOCK-OUT
                                It was a pleasure meeting you.

Aaron takes Cathy's arm and walks her down the porch steps.

                                                                 CATHY
                                If you want to go back to the party, I'll find a
                                ride home somewhere.

Aaron lets go of her arm and turns around.

                                                                 AARON
                                Okay.

Cathy wobbles by herself.

                                                                 CATHY
                                Huh?

Aaron turns back around smiling.

                                                                 AARON
                                Just kidding.

She smiles back. He puts his arm around her waist and holds her up as they walk to the car. She melts into his side.

INT. AARON'S CAR - NIGHT

He places her in the car. She folds her hands in her lap and looks up at him forlornly like a little girl as he shuts the door. He gets in and they drive away. They drive through Hollywood.

                                                                 CATHY
                                I drank a lot of wine.

                                                                 AARON
                                I saw.

                                                                 CATHY
                                I saw you, too. You're not drunk at all, are you?

                                                                 AARON
                                Nope. As a matter of fact I feel very awake and
                                alert.

                                                                 CATHY
                                You wanna go back to the party, don't you?

                                                                 AARON
                                No. I'd rather be with you.

This surprises her.

                                                                 CATHY
                                Why?

                                                                 AARON
                                Because I like you.

                                                                 CATHY
                                Really? Why?

                                                                 AARON
                                Well... Because you like me and you're beautiful,
                                intelligent, and sexy.

                                                                 CATHY
                                How do you know I like you?

                                                                 AARON
                                Because you remembered me from Tennessee
                                and you sat on my lap and you kissed me.

                                                                 CATHY
                                You kissed me.

                                                                 AARON
                                Oh, that's right. Maybe you don't like me.

Aaron stops at a red light. Cathy leans over and puts her arms around his neck. She puts her tongue in his ear. She whispers right into his ear.

                                                                 CATHY
                                But I do like you.

Cathy turns his face around and kisses him. A real hot long kiss. The light changes to green, but they don't see it. A car behind them honks. Aaron puts it in gear and drives forward. Cathy stays right next to him, licking his neck and chewing on his ear.
At the next red light she kisses him again. For the entire length of the red light. His eyes are open however and he drives ahead when it changes to green, even though they're still kissing.

EXT. OLD COLUMBIA STUDIOS - NIGHT

Aaron's Honda goes past the old Columbia Studios on Gower Street near Sunset Blvd.

INT. AARON'S CAR - NIGHT

Cathy is all over him. She's wild. She has her hand in his shirt and is squeezing his pecs. Then she slides her hand down his front and into his lap and squeezes.

                                                                 CATHY
                                Mmmmmm...

She moans into his ear.

EXT. OLD COLUMBIA STUDIOS - NIGHT

Aaron swerves off of Gower onto Delongpre, into a red zone on the side of the street and screeches to a halt.

INT. AARON'S CAR - NIGHT

Aaron pulls up the parking brake, hits the switch lowering his seat and pulls Cathy on top of him. She has her knees on either side of him, forcing her dress to slide up. She leans forward and kisses him. Aaron has his hands on both of her stockinged thighs. He slides her dress up to her waist and slips his hands under her pantyhose so he's holding her butt. She quickly unzips his fly. With their faces right together, eye to eye, she yanks his pants and underpants down with a single move. Aaron pulls her pantyhose down until they stop against his legs. He pulls her body flat against his, then pulls her hose all the way down and off. She sits back up and reaches around behind her, repositioning herself and then she shimmies down onto him.

They both gasp. He slips his hands up along her thighs under her dress. She places her hands flat on his chest. They move together, up and down, back and forth as car lights wash over them, first one way, then the other...

                                                                                                       DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. CATHY'S APARTMENT BUILDING - NIGHT

They pull up in front of Cathy's building.

INT. AARON'S CAR - NIGHT

Aaron's hair is tousled and his clothes disheveled. Cathy is asleep. He leans over and kisses her neck. She nuzzles against him.

                                                                 CATHY
                                Are we home?

                                                                 AARON
                                Uh-huh.

                                                                 CATHY
                                Wanna come in?

                                                                 AARON
                                Can I stay the night?

                                                                 CATHY
                                                           (hesitant)
                                Well, yeah... But I've got to get up pretty early.

                                                                 AARON
                                That's okay. Next time.

                                                                 CATHY
                                Yeah.

They kiss. Cathy opens the door and steps out. Aaron starts to get out and she stops him.

                                                                 CATHY
                                I'll be fine. G'night.

                                                                 AARON
                                Goodnight. I had an excellent time.

                                                                 CATHY
                                Me, too. Call me.

                                                                 AARON
                                I will.
                                                           (as she's shutting the
                                                           door he says...)
                                Wait.

                                                                 CATHY
                                What?

He reaches behind the seat and hands Cathy her pantyhose.

                                                                 AARON
                                Here.

                                                                 CATHY
                                                           (smiles)
                                Thanks. Bye.

She stuffs the hose in her purse, crosses the street and unlocks the gate. She turns back and waves. He waves back and she goes in.

Aaron glances in the rearview mirror. He sees his own reflection, hair sticking in all directions. He grins devilishly and straightens his hair a little. He puts the car in gear and starts to sing.

                                                                 AARON
                                                           (singing)
                                High on a hill is a lonely goat-herd/
                                layee-yodel-ayee-yodel-aheeoo...

                                                                                                       DISSOLVE TO:

INT. AARON'S APARTMENT - DAY

Aaron sits at his computer in gym shorts, a "Raging Bull" baseball shirt and sneakers, smoking a cigarette and drinking coffee. He glances down at the napkin with Cathy's name, number and the two dancers. He whistles "The Lonely Goatherd" song. He picks up the phone and dials. He gets Cathy's answering machine. At the beep he says...

                                                                 AARON
                                Hi, Cathy. This is Aaron. Remember me?
                                Last night was the highlight of my year so
                                far. What're you doing tonight? Let's get
                                together. Gimme a call at four-six-four-oh-
                                three-oh-two. Bye.

He hangs up.

                                                                                                       DISSOLVE TO:

INT. AARON'S APARTMENT - DAY

Aaron picks up the telephone. He is sitting in exactly the same place wearing the same outfit, but now he's got a Paramount Pictures t-shirt on. He dials, it rings, he gets Cathy's answering machine again. Aaron frowns.

                                                                 AARON
                                Hi, Cathy, this is Aaron again. Where are
                                you? It's been four days. Anyway, I want
                                to see you again. Please call me, okay. Bye.

He hangs up and shakes his head. He finishes his cup of coffee and goes into the bathroom.

INT. BATHROOM - DAY

Aaron stands at the toilet and begins to urinate. His face twists in pain and he stops.

                                                                 AARON
                                Jesus! It feels like I'm pissing broken glass.

After a moment of indecision he chooses pain over not peeing. He starts to urinate again and grimaces painfully.

INT. DOCTOR'S WAITING ROOM - DAY

Aaron sits in a doctor's waiting room. There are a few other people. He looks through the pile of magazines on the table beside him: "Guns And Ammo," "Sports And Field" and "Tennis Magazine." Aaron shrugs, picks up "Guns And Ammo" and begins reading a comparison report between the 9mm Baretta and the .45 caliber Colt.

From behind a little window the female MEDICAL RECEPTIONIST looks up.

                                                                 RECEPTIONIST
                                Aaron Brooks.
                                                           (Aaron goes to the window.
                                                           She hands him a form)
                                Please fill this out.
                                                           (Aaron begins filling out the form)
                                What's the problem?

                                                                 AARON
                                Uh... I think I have a bladder infection.

                                                                 RECEPTIONIST
                                Is it painful to urinate?

Aaron glances back at the others in the waiting room. He can't tell if they're listening or not. He keeps his voice down.

                                                                 AARON
                                Yes.

                                                                 RECEPTIONIST
                                Is there a discharge?

                                                                 AARON
                                Yes.

She nods knowingly and writes something down.

                                                                 RECEPTIONIST
                                Doctor will be with you in a moment.

INT. EXAMINATION ROOM - DAY

Aaron is now seated in a small white examination room. He doesn't even have "Guns And Ammo" to read, so he reads the back of a box of gauze. A very serious looking black DOCTOR steps in. He leaves the door open and Aaron can see two cute female nurses standing in the hall.

                                                                 DOCTOR
                                You do not have a bladder infection, Mr. Brooks.

                                                                 AARON
                                Oh, good.

                                                                 DOCTOR
                                You've got a venereal disease.

Both cute nurses turn and look at Aaron. Aaron tries to look away, but there's nowhere to look.

                                                                 DOCTOR
                                It's called Clamydia. It's the most common and
                                easily treatable form of venereal disease.

                                                                 AARON
                                That's good, I guess.

                                                                 DOCTOR
                                I'll prescribe a drug that will probably clear it up
                                within ten days.

                                                                 AARON
                                Okay.

                                                                 DOCTOR
                                Do you happen to know the name of the person
                                you got this from?

                                                                 AARON
                                Yes.

                                                                 DOCTOR
                                You'll have to contact them --

The two nurses are just standing there and looking at him.

                                                                 AARON
                                -- Her.

                                                                 DOCTOR
                                Her. And anyone you've had sex with since her.

                                                                 AARON
                                Okay. That's easy enough. Anything else?

                                                                 DOCTOR
                                Try using a condom.

Aaron smiles weakly.

INT. AARON'S APARTMENT - DAY

Aaron sits at his computer wearing gym shorts and no shirt. He picks up a cup of coffee, looks at it and sets it back down. He lights a cigarette and dials the telephone. He gets Cathy's answering machine.

                                                                 AARON
                                Hi, this is Aaron. We really have to talk. It's
                                very important --

Suddenly Cathy picks up the phone.

                                                                 CATHY
                                                           (O.S.)
                                Hi, Aaron. What is it?

Aaron is a bit taken aback that she's actually there and wasn't going to take his call.

                                                                 AARON
                                Uh... Long time, no talk.

                                                                 CATHY
                                Yeah. I'm really busy. What's so important?

                                                                 AARON
                                Can I come over?

                                                                 CATHY
                                Can't you tell me on the phone?

                                                                 AARON
                                I'd rather not. Can I come over now?

                                                                 CATHY
                                All right, but it's got to be quick. I've got tons of
                                work to do.

                                                                 AARON
                                Okay. Fine.

INT. CATHY'S APARTMENT - DAY

Aaron sits on Cathy's couch with Harold between his legs nuzzling his crotch. He pushes the dog away and he comes right back. Cathy wears her tight silk shorts and stands beside her drawing board fiddling with a pencil.

                                                                 CATHY
                                What is it?

                                                                 AARON
                                Why haven't you called me back? It's been a
                                week.

                                                                 CATHY
                                I got a job. I've been really busy. Is that it?

                                                                 AARON
                                Yeah, well...

Aaron looks very uncomfortable. He pushes Harold away and he comes right back.

                                                                 CATHY
                                What is it?

                                                                 AARON
                                                           (hesitant)
                                Well... I've got a venereal disease.

That gets her attention. She stares at him with a frozen blank expression, then slaps Harold to get him out from between Aaron's legs.

                                                                 CATHY
                                How do you know?

                                                                 AARON
                                I went to the doctor.

                                                                 CATHY
                                                           (slightly angry)
                                So what're you saying? That you gave me V.D.?

Her anger causes Aaron to become indignant, no longer mincing his words.

                                                                 AARON
                                No. More likely you gave me V. D.

                                                                 CATHY
                                Oh, yeah? What makes you say that?

                                                                 AARON
                                Because the only time I've had sex in the last
                                four months was with you. Can you say the same
                                thing?

                                                                 CATHY
                                That doesn't prove anything.

                                                                 AARON
                                It doesn't? Three days after we have sex it's like
                                I'm pissing razor blades. You don't think there's a
                                connection there?

                                                                 CATHY
                                But I don't even know that I have it.

                                                                 AARON
                                So what do you think? I got it from my hand?

                                                                 CATHY
                                                           (pissed off)
                                Is that why you wanted to come over? To accuse
                                me?

                                                                 AARON
                                                           (flatly)
                                No. I just wanted to tell you about it and suggest
                                that you go to the doctor.
                                                           (he stands and crosses to the door)
                                I also wanted to know why you didn't call me back,
                                but I guess that doesn't really matter.
                                                           (Cathy starts to say something,
                                                           but stops. Aaron opens the door)
                                See ya later.

Aaron exits.

                                                                                                       DISSOLVE TO:

INT. AARON'S APARTMENT/ KITCHEN - DAY

Aaron is talking on the telephone and pouring boiling water from a kettle through coffee grounds into a drip coffee pot. He pours a little water, watches it drip, then pours a little more. His agent, Sandy, is speaking.

                                                                 SANDY
                                                           (O.S.)
                                So, did you get that million dollar idea yet?

                                                                 AARON
                                                           (sharply)
                                Let's just knock it off with this million dollar idea
                                shit, okay? If I had it I'd be sure to call you.

                                                                 SANDY
                                Aaron, don't panic. Relax.

                                                                 AARON
                                Fuck relaxing! Fuck Hollywood! It's filled with little
                                people with little ideas and right now I can't even
                                get one of those.

                                                                 SANDY
                                Cool out. Let's talk about something else. How's
                                your love life?

                                                                 AARON
                                                           (laughs sardonically)
                                You would ask that. It sucks! It couldn't be worse.
                                Lets go back to talking ideas.

                                                                 SANDY
                                All right fine. Shoot.

                                                                 AARON
                                ...All right. How about this -- aliens come to Earth
                                clandestinely to study us. The thing that interests them
                                most is our dreams. And they have a way to record
                                them. And they start selling them back on their own
                                planet as entertainment. And they're a big hit. Our lead
                                character is a guy who has a rotten life, but great
                                dreams. So, he becomes a star on this other planet.
                                What'dya think?

                                                                 SANDY
                                Not bad. Write a treatment.

                                                                 AARON
                                Okay.

                                                                 SANDY
                                And now you've got something to do. Get to work.

                                                                 AARON
                                Roger. Ten-four.

                                                                 SANDY
                                Over and out.

Aaron hangs up. He pours himself a cup of fresh brewed coffee, adds a little milk, half a package of Sweet & Low and stirs it.

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