EXT. FLEA-BAG HOTEL - NIGHT

Nancy runs as fast as she can get away from the hotel.  She quickly disappears among the pedestrians.  On the back of her black leather jacket is a Zig-Zag man that looks like a skull.


EXT. HOPE STREET - NIGHT

Nancy slows down her pace so as not to draw attention to herself.  She is totally freaked out and glances back behind herself frequently.  Now she's really blinking fast.


EXT. HANK'S BUILDING - NIGHT

We see the front of Hank's building with "1241" chiseled next to the door.  Nancy walks past in a daze of desperation.  She blinks and mumbles to herself.

                                                                 NANCY
                                Well, I've really done it this time.

Our view goes straight up past Nancy and stops on hank's second story window.


EXT/INT. HANK'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

We move in through the window and find Hank pacing in circles.  He's rubbing the sides of his head.

                                                                 HANK
                                Okay, all right.  I've just got to mellow out.
                                Yeah.  Mellow.  That's the key word here.
                                                           (opens his eyes)
                                How about some mellow tunes.  Yeah.
                                Soft and easy.

Hank shuffles over to his old record player/radio and switches it on.  He turns the tuning knob and the radio dial slides across the numbered band picking up static all the way across.  It finally locks onto a rap music station.

Suddenly hank is surrounded by three BLACK MALE RAPPERS wearing high-top sneakers.

One of the Rappers grabs Hank's face and pushes it down on the turntable.  He uses hank's nose to make the scratching sound against the record.  The second Rapper beats out the rhythm on Hank's back.  The third does a fancy step that ends with kicking Hank in the stomach.

Hank's hand desperately gropes for the on/off switch, but it's out of reach.

                                                                 RAPPERS
                                                           (rappin')
                                The core in your brain is cherry red/
                                There's a crack in the reactor inside your head/
                                When your fission and fusion do the wild thing instead/
                                Yo man, you're having. . . A nervous meltdown.

                                Hey, it's nervous
                                Hey, hey, it's nervous

                                The spiders have your room under attack
                                They grow to be the size of a Cadillac
                                If they don't go away yo man your skull's gonna crack
                                You're having. . . A nervous meltdown.

                                Hey, it's nervous
                                Hey, hey, it's nervous

                                The foil on the walls blocks out the rays
                                It keeps the doctors in your head on holiday

Finally, Hank's hand grabs hold of the switch and turns the radio off.

The Rappers disappear.

Hank looks around and touches the air where the Rappers were.  He shakes his head hard and opens his eyes wide.

                                                                 HANK
                                No problem here.  I'm fine.  I'm the happiest
                                guy in the world.

Hank turns in three circles, then heads out of the main room toward the kitchen.  He steps through the doorway and he's back in the main room.  He stands for a moment in bewilderment, then steps through the doorway into the bathroom.  He ends up back in the main room again.

                                                                 HANK
                                                           (he nods his head)
                                I'm much happier in this room.  I'll just stay
                                here.

Hank drops onto the couch in a puff of dust.  He picks up the L.A. Metro Newspaper.  He looks at the personal ads.

                                                                 HANK
                                This town is full of single women.  I'll just find
                                one.
                                                           (reading)
                                "Single white female, very attractive, looking
                                for wealthy, urbane sugar-daddy, 36 to 60."
                                Well, I guess that rules me out.

Hank runs his finger down the list.

                                                                 HANK
                                Gay white female. . . Gay white female. . .
                                Gay black female. . . Bi white female. . .
                                                           (could be interesting)
                                "Looking for just the right woman. . ."

Hank shakes his head.  He keeps looking and spots a good one.

                                                                 HANK
                                Here we go. . . "Single white female, fashion
                                model, great body, looking for handsome
                                young stud, 20 to 30. . .
                                                           (Hank nods - it's him)
                                . . .for fun, excitement, great sex, possible
                                romance and foot worship. . ."

Hank throws the paper on the floor and shakes his head.

                                                                 HANK
                                Good God, these people are all crazy!  What's
                                a normal, healthy young man supposed to do?

CUT TO:

EXT. 6TH STREET - NIGHT

A discarded L.A. Metro Newspaper blows past a street sign that says, "6TH STREET."  Nancy comes walking past.  This is a seriously crummy part of town.  Burnt out cars up on blocks, garbage in the street, street lights knocked over, emaciated dogs, people hanging out on stoops.

Nancy gulps and starts to pray to herself.  Where she's going looks worse than where she's been - there's a fire in the middle of the street - so she turns around and starts heading back.

The street is suddenly deserted.

From behind cars and between buildings step six skuzzy young men wearing leather vests.  They are members of the 6TH ST. ORPHANS gang, which it states in poor penmanship on the backs of their leather vests.  They surround Nancy.

The gang leader, COMET, a thin, tall, ugly guy with a .38 caliber, nickel-plated pistol tucked in his belt, steps forward.

                                                                 COMET
                                What're you doin' on 6th Street after dark?

Nancy is as frightened as she's ever been in her life.

                                                                 NANCY
                                I-I-I'm lost.

                                                                 COMET
                                Where you wanna be?

                                                                 NANCY
                                                           (shakes her head)
                                I don't know.

                                                                 COMET
                                                           (grins)
                                The how'dya know you're lost?

This brings a laugh from the rest of the gang.  Another gang member, PRESTO, adds in. . .

                                                                 PRESTO
                                Right.  Maybe this is where you wanna be.

And another gang member, JOKER, adds. . .

                                                                 JOKER
                                You're not lost at all, you're found.

They all move in on her, with Comet in the lead.

                                                                 COMET
                                Your luck ain't so hot, baby.  Since we
                                couldn't get no crack tonight we're all
                                pretty horny.  I think we're gonna pull
                                a train on you.  Six cars long.

This brings stupid looking grins to all the gang member's faces.

Comet steps right up I front of Nancy and reaches for the plant.

                                                                 COMET
                                Time to lose the shrubs, honey.

Nancy is about to completely freak out, then suddenly reaches forward and takes the .38 out of Comet's belt.  She waves it for all of them to see.

                                                                 NANCY
                                Leave me alone!

The smiles leave all of their faces.  Comet is furious.

                                                                 COMET
                                You bitch, gimme my gun!

He reaches for the pistol.

                                                                 NANCY
                                Here.

She fires a shot straight down into Comet's foot.

Everyone quickly backs off.  Comet falls to the pavement screaming.

People's faces appear at windows on both sides of the street.

Comet is holding his bleeding foot and screaming.

                                                                 COMET
                                I'll kill you, you little bitch!  You hear me, I'll
                                kill you!

Nancy swings the pistol around and everyone backs up another step.  Her eyes are wide and blazing with intensity.

Suddenly she turns and runs as fast as she can.

Joker goes after her.

As Joker begins gaining ground, Nancy swings around and fires a shot right over his head.  He dives to the pavement and rolls behind a car.

Nancy keeps running and disappears around a corner.

The members of the 6th St. Orphans help their injured leader up to his good foot.  Comet is outrageously mad.

                                                                 COMET
                                We're gonna get that bitch if it's the last
                                thing we ever do!

                                                                                                       CUT TO:

EXT. BUS STATION - NIGHT

Nancy comes running up beside the downtown bus station.  She has a crazed, desperate expression on her face and is blinking a lot.  She stops running and makes a decision.  She shoves the pistol into her backpack.

                                                                 NANCY
                                Damnit all!  I've had enough!

Nancy goes into the bus station.


INT. BUS STATION - NIGHT

Nancy enters the sleazy, bustling bus station.  She goes to the phone booths that line the back wall.

Nancy steps into a phone booth and shuts the door.  She picks up the receiver, sighs deeply and dials.  She has a pinched, hardened expressin on her face as she waits for her call to connect.

                                                                 OPERATOR
                                                           (O.S.)
                                May I help you?

                                                                 NANCY
                                                           (into phone)
                                . . .Yes, I'd like to make this call collect.
                                My name is Nancy.

                                                                 OPERATOR
                                Thank you, Nancy.

The phone begins to ring.  An older MALE VOICE answers.

                                                                 MALE VOICE
                                                           (O.S.)
                                Hello?

                                                                 OPERATOR
                                I have a collect call from Nancy.  Will you
                                accept?

                                                                 MALE VOICE
                                Yes, I will.  Hello, Nancy?

                                                                 OPERATOR
                                Go ahead.

The operator clicks off.

                                                                 NANCY
                                                           (unsure)
                                Hello?  Who is this?

                                                                 MALE VOICE
                                This is Al Yule, Nancy.  Helen's brother.

Nancy recognizes him.

                                                                 NANCY
                                Oh.  Uncle Al.  Hi.  Is Grandma there?

Uncle Al takes a very deep breath and there's a painful catch in it.

                                                                 UNCLE AL
                                                           (strangely)
                                Uh. . .

                                                                 NANCY
                                What's wrong?

                                                                 UNCLE AL
                                I'm sorry to tell you this, Nancy, but your
                                Grandma Helen passed away.

                                                                 NANCY
                                                           (shocked)
                                Oh no. . . But she wasn't even sick.

                                                                 UNCLE AL
                                She had a sudden heart attack.  She died very
                                quickly.

Nancy is silent for a moment, but a thought is forming in her head.  A disturbing thought.

                                                                 NANCY
                                Did she hear that I went to California?

                                                                 UNCLE AL
                                I guess so.  We all did, but that has nothing to
                                do with it.

                                                                 NANCY
                                                           (flatly)
                                Doesn't it?

                                                                 UNCLE AL
                                I know this has got to be real hard on you,
                                Nancy, with your mom and dad gone and all,
                                but it'll be okay.  Come and stay with Dora
                                and me.  We'd love to have ya.

Nancy has a dead, glassy eyed stare.

                                                                 NANCY
                                                           (flatly)
                                I don't think I'm coming back to Iowa, Uncle
                                Al.  I think I'll be staying here in L.A.

                                                                 UNCLE AL
                                But you haven't got anyone there.  At least
                                you still have a few people here.

                                                                 NANCY
                                I gotta go, Uncle Al.  Give my love to Aunt
                                Dora.  Bye.

                                                                 UNCLE AL
                                Nancy.  Wai--

Nancy hangs up.  She begins blinking furiously.

                                                                 NANCY
                                                           (to herself)
                                I killed her.  I'm bad luck.

                                                                                                       CUT TO:

INT. HANK'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Hank's head hangs backward off the back of the couch.

                                                                 HANK
                                I feel great.  This is the best I've felt I a long
                                time.
                                                           (he sits up straight)
                                Everything I need I've got.  Shelter, food,
                                rhythm. . .

He glances at the open L.A. Metro on the floor.  There is a full page ad for a phone sex line.  976-SEXX.  There are photos of four beautiful girls in various states of repose.  The ad states, "Don't be lonely.  There's a girl here for you."

                                                                 HANK
                                                           (shrugs)
                                . . .If I need a girl I just call for one.  The
                                future is now.

He picks up the phone and dials.

Hank's phone gives off an electrical impulse which travels through the wire to the wall.


EXT. HANK'S BUILDING - NIGHT

The phone current travels through the wire running from the apartment building to the phone lines at the top of the phone pole on the street.


EXT. STREET - NIGHT

The phone current travels through these phone lines to the conglomeration of phone wires for the whole block.  The electrical impulse shoots through the wires with a Zzzzzz sound.

The electrical impulse comes down from the phone pole and into a relay.


EXT. BUS STATION - NIGHT

The phone relay is attached to the top of the wall of the bus station.

INT. BUS STATION - NIGHT

The current enters the bus station.  It travels through the wires near the ceiling, then the various phone currents separate into seven different phone booths lining the back wall of the bus station.

The phone in the center phone booth begins to ring.  Nancy is crouched low in the phone booth and the ringing startles her.  She looks all around in a panic, then quickly answers it to stop it from ringing.

                                                                 NANCY
                                                           (quietly)
                                Hello?

We go back and forth between Hank and Nancy.

                                                                 HANK
                                                           (boisterously)
                                Hi.

There's an extended pause.

                                                                 NANCY
                                                           (flatly)
                                . . .Can I help you?

                                                                 HANK
                                Sure. . .

There's another pause.

                                                                 NANCY
                                Okay, what do you want?

                                                                 HANK
                                                           (unsure)
                                Well, a girl, I guess.  One to love me.

                                                                 NANCY
                                Don't you want to love her?

                                                                 HANK
                                Sure.  Of course.  That, too.

                                                                 NANCY
                                Well, that's nice.  Have you got any leads?

                                                                 HANK
                                Just you.

                                                                 NANCY
                                                           (amazed)
                                Me?  You don't even know me.

                                                                 HANK
                                Nevertheless, you're the best bet I've got.

                                                                 NANCY
                                That sure isn't saying much.

                                                                 HANK
                                I agree, but maybe you'll enjoy talking to me
                                so much you'll come over and see me.

Nancy glances through the window of the bus station and sees Joker pass by on the street.  He is intently looking all around.

Nancy sinks lower in the phone booth.

                                                                 NANCY
                                Uh. . . What's your name?

                                                                 HANK
                                Hank.  What's yours?

                                                                 NANCY
                                Mine?  Nancy.  Nice to meet you, Hank.

                                                                 HANK
                                                           (smiles)
                                And you, Nancy.

                                                                 NANCY
                                Uh. . . Where do you live, Hank?

                                                                 HANK
                                In Los Angeles.  Where do you live?

                                                                 NANCY
                                That's a good question.  Do you happen to
                                live near the bus station?

                                                                 HANK
                                Is this like a joke?  Is there like a John there?

                                                                 NANCY
                                A John?  What are you talking about?

                                                                 HANK
                                                           (explaining)
                                See, you call and say, "Is there a John there?"
                                And I say, "No."  Then you say. . .

                                                                 NANCY
                                                           (cuts him off)
                                . . .Do you live near the bus station or not?

                                                                 HANK
                                Ya know, I actually think I do.  I was only
                                there once, when I moved out here, but it
                                didn't seem very far.  Why?

                                                                 NANCY
                                Well. . . I'm in kind of a jam right now and if
                                I could just come there and use your phone it
                                would be really great.

                                                                 HANK
                                Come here?  Really?  But we're on the phone
                                right now.

                                                                 NANCY
                                Yeah, but this is a pay phone and I don't have
                                any money.

Hank is aghast and utterly embarrassed.

                                                                 HANK
                                A pay phone?

                                                                 NANCY
                                Yeah, in the bus station.

Hank looks down at the 976-SEXX ad.

                                                                 HANK
                                But. . .

                                                                 NANCY
                                Where did you think you were calling?

                                                                 HANK
                                                           (stuck)
                                I . . . That is, I . . .
                                                           (smiles)
                                Why, I was calling you, of course.

                                                                 NANCY
                                Oh, sure.

                                                                 HANK
                                Well, who else would I be calling?

                                                                 NANCY
                                You're not some kind of nut, are you?

                                                                 HANK
                                                           (offended)
                                No!  Not at all.  I'm the normalest guy you
                                ever met.  What kind of jam are you in?

Nancy has a pen and a matchbook in her hands.

                                                                 NANCY
                                I'll tell you about it when I get there.  What's
                                your address?

                                                                 HANK
                                                           (amazed)
                                You're really gonna come here?

                                                                 NANCY
                                If you'll just tell me the address.

                                                                 HANK
                                Oh.  1241 Hope Street, number 206.  I think
                                it's just a few blocks away.

                                                                 NANCY
                                Great, Hank.  Nice talking to you.  See you
                                in a few minutes.


INT. BUS STATION - NIGHT

Nancy hangs up.  She takes a deep breath and looks up to heaven.

                                                                 NANCY
                                Thank you.

She looks around the bus station.  The coast is clear.  Nancy steps out of the phone booth and walks quickly up to a ticket window.  A black, male TICKET SELLER looks up.

                                                                 NANCY
                                                           (hurriedly)
                                Excuse me. . .
                                                           (she glances back over
                                                           her shoulder)
                                . . .Do you know where Hope Street is?

                                                                 TICKET SELLER
                                Three blocks east, two blocks north.

                                                                 NANCY
                                                           (nods)
                                Thanks.

Nancy quickly crosses the bus station toward the door.

                                                                 NANCY
                                                           (to herself)
                                Now if I only knew which way was which I'd
                                be all set.

Nancy exits the bus station.

                                                                                                       CUT TO:

INT. HANK'S LIVINGROOM - NIGHT

Hank hangs up the phone.  He's got a slightly dazed look on his face.

                                                                 HANK
                                Wow.  She's coming here.
                                                           (he looks around)
                                This place is awful.  I've got to clean up.

He starts I one direction, stops, then starts I another direction and stops.

                                                                 HANK
                                Where do I start?

He begins picking stuff up off the floor and making piles.  He kicks soiled clothes behind furniture.  As he cleans he thinks aloud.

                                                                 HANK
                                                           (grinning)
                                Oh, this is gonna be great.  I can just tell.
                                This was meant to be.  Nancy.  I like the sound
                                of it.  Nancy.  Hank and Nancy.  Sitting in a
                                tree.  K-I-S-S-I-N-G.  First comes love, then
                                comes marriage, then comes. . .
                                                           (his grin fades)
                                Wait a minute?  Why is she coming here?
                                Why would she just ask for my address like
                                that?  Nobody in their right mind would do
                                that.  Maybe she's some kind of escaped
                                lunatic.
                                                           (thinks for a second)
                                But as long as she's pretty. . .

Hank finishes wiping the coffee-table with a sponge and looks around.  The apartment looks reasonably clean and straightened up - except for the tin foil on the walls.

                                                                 HANK
                                                           (skeptically)
                                I don't suppose I could convince her that
                                it's insulation. . .
                                                           (shakes his head)
                                Nah. . .

He goes over to the foil-covered wall, takes a hold of a long strip of tin foil and yanks it down.  He crumbles it into a big ball.

                                                                 HANK
                                Doesn't matter.  I don't need it anyway.

Suddenly a rubber-gloved hand with a white sleeve bursts through the wall in a loud explosion of plaster shrapnel.  It grabs hold of Hank's collar and yanks his head back into the wall.  Hank's forehead leaves a dent in the plaster and his eyes cross.

Another rubber-gloved hand bursts through the wall in front of Hank's face.  This one is holding a huge hypodermic syringe with a long gleaming needle.  Medicine squirts out the end.

Then needles begin popping through the wall all around Hank's face and head.

Hank yanks himself away from the gloved hand and stumbles into the center of the room.  He shuts his eyes and pounds his fists on his temples.

                                                                 HANK
                                                           (yelling)
                                Leave me alone!  For God's sake just leave
                                me alone!

He opens his eyes.  The rubber-gloved hand and the needle are gone.

                                                                 HANK
                                                           (nods)
                                All right.  That's better.

Suddenly Hank screams as loud as he can and grabs his right foot.  Hopping on his left foot he looks down at the floor.

A big drill bit screws its way up through the floor.  Hank watches as the drill bit then screws itself back down leaving a one inch hole in the floor.  He looks closer at the hole and an eye appears looking back up at him.

                                                                 VOICE FROM BELOW
                                Full Power!

There's a loud buzzing sound followed by an intense beam of white light that shines up though the hole into Hank's face.  Hank jumps out of the way and the beam of light follows him.

Hank drops to the floor and crawls away fro the beam of light.  Directly in front of him the drill bit comes screwing back up through the floor.  This is followed by another beam of white light…

                                                                                                       CUT TO:

EXT. HANK'S BUILDING - NIGHT

Nancy runs up in front of hank's building.  She quickly checks the address against the matchbook in her hand.  It's the same.  She sighs hopefully, looks quickly around, then sprints into the building.


INT. HANK'S BUILDING - NIGHT

Nancy walks past the mailboxes.  She spots number 206 and sees the edges of many envelopes poking out, unlike any of the others.

As she turns the corner to head up the stairs, she glances back at the front door.

Through the window in the door she can see Joker and Presto of the 6th Street Orphans stop right in front of the door and converse.

Nancy frowns and tiptoes up the steps.


EXT. 2ND FLOOR HALLWAY - NIGHT

Nancy walks slowly up the hall toward Hank's door.  It's like she's approaching a haunted house.  Her face expresses that she's not at all sure this is a good idea.

Nancy arrives at Hank's door.  Number 206.  She stands there looking very hesitant.  Slowly, she raises her fist to knock on the door, but pauses before actually knocking.  She hears a siren wailing in the distance.  She knocks.

Suddenly the door flies open. . .

There stands Hank with his entire body wrapped in tin foil!!!  He has a tent of tin foil over his head with holes poked out for the eyes.  He has a baseball bat in his hand ready to strike.

Nancy gasps, takes a step back and drops the plant to the floor.  The clay pot shatters into a million pieces.

Hank freezes, then quickly hides the bat behind his back.

                                                                 HANK
                                Nancy?

Nancy nods, her mouth open.

                                                                 NANCY
                                                           (quietly)
                                Hank?

Hank yanks the foil tent with the peep holes off his head and tosses it.  He smiles.

                                                                 HANK
                                Hi.  Wow!  You actually came.

Nancy's mouth hangs open.  This can't be true.

                                                                 NANCY
                                Yeah, but I gotta go.

Hank looks down at himself.

                                                                 HANK
                                Wait. . .
                                                           (he tears off the tin foil)
                                I can explain this.

                                                                 NANCY
                                                           (unbelieving)
                                You can?

                                                                 HANK
                                You see, uh. . . The, uh. . . There was this
                                hand. . . And the drill. . . I can't explain it.

                                                                 NANCY
                                I didn't think so.  I'll see ya later.

She starts to turn and leave.

                                                                 HANK
                                                           (face drops)
                                Wait!  Don't go.  What about your plant?

                                                                 NANCY
                                You can have it.

Down the hall, Mrs. Rameriz' door opens a crack and an eye peers out.  Hank smiles and waves.  Nancy turns and the door quickly shuts.

                                                                 HANK
                                That's my neighbor.  We're good friends.
                                I baby-sit for her kids, Jose and uh. . . Bob.
                                Here, let me get something to put your plant
                                in.  Don't go anywhere.

Hank dashes away tearing off the remainder of the tinfoil.

Nancy stands there looking uncomfortable.  She looks like she might turn and leave when Hank returns holding a Crock Pot and a garbage can.  All of this tin foil wrapping is gone.  He hands Nancy the Crock Pot.

                                                                 HANK
                                Here.

Nancy looks at the Crock Pot with its dangling electrical cord skeptically.

                                                                 NANCY
                                Are you sure?

                                                                 HANK
                                I never cooked with it.

They both crouch down and pick up the pieces of the broken pot and knock heads.  They toss the pieces into the garbage can.  They then brush all the soil together and lift the drooping plant into the Crock Pot.  It sits crookedly.

                                                                 HANK
                                                           (smiles)
                                Good as new.

                                                                 NANCY
                                And now if it ever gets cold I can plug it in and
                                heat it up.
                                                           (Nancy smiles
                                                           Hank motions
                                                           her inside)

                                                                 HANK
                                Come on in.  Please.

Nancy hesitates.  This doesn't seem like such a bright move.

Hank smiles his most ingratiating smile.

Nancy hears a police siren.  Nancy hesitantly steps inside.


INT. HANK'S FOYER/LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Hank shuts the door behind her.. He then relocks the five dead bolts and chains.  Nancy watches this like she's being locked in.  Hank sees her discomfort and tries to explain.

                                                                 HANK
                                It's not a great neighborhood.

                                                                 NANCY
                                                           (nods)
                                No, duh.

Nancy walks slowly up the hall and Hank follows after her.

Nancy steps into the living room and sees all of the tin foil on the walls.  She's not sure how to react, she starts to laugh.

                                                                 NANCY
                                Are you the decorator or did you hire someone?

Hank follows her look around the room.

                                                                 HANK
                                Uh... That's just until I can afford wall paper.

                                                                 NANCY
                                I personally prefer wax paper as a wall treatment.
                                Or Saran wrap.

                                                                 HANK
                                That's a thought.  Make yourself at home.

Nancy takes a hesitant step into the apartment.  She nods her head.

                                                                 NANCY
                                Right.  Like a chicken in a roaster.  Let me know
                                when we go from bake to broil?

                                                                 HANK
                                                           (doesn't know how to react)
                                What do you mean?

                                                                 NANCY
                                Well, I'm in hell, now right?

                                                                 HANK
                                                           (shakes his head)
                                Oh no.  The foil keeps the heat out.

Nancy shakes her head and turns around.

                                                                 NANCY
                                And the freshness in.  This is way too weird.  I've
                                gotta go.  Keep the plant, you need it.

                                                                 HANK
                                But you just got here.

                                                                 NANCY
                                I've got a boat to catch.  The Titanic.  I don't want to
                                be late.

                                                                 HANK
                                You seem worried.

                                                                 NANCY
                                I'm just trying to picture what terrible thing is going
                                to happen to me next.

                                                                 HANK
                                Nothing's gonna happen to you here.  You're safe.

                                                                 NANCY
                                                           (skeptical)
                                Oh, sure.

                                                                 HANK
                                Mellow out.  Want some Thorazine?

Nancy waves her hand.

                                                                 NANCY
                                No thanks.  I'm cool.

                                                                 HANK
                                Stellazine?  Mellaril?
                                                           (She shakes her head)

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