Sam Preston’s

MYTHICAL TRASH

© 2017

MYTHICAL TRASH

1       INT. GRIFFITH PARK, LOS ANGELES - AFTERNOON

TWO MEN (ERIC and BUD) wearing DARK TATTERED clothes are walking down a sidewalk through GRIFFITH PARK. The character Eric has blood all over his hands and shirt. Bud is holding a SUBWAY SODA. Eric is talking LOUDLY to Bud as they both enter a PUBLIC BATHROOM.

ERIC

Man, I am so fuckin’ done with this shit. I swear, first thing tomorrow morning I’m goin’ into town to get a real fuckin’ job.

Eric WASHES blood off his hands into a hand basin.

BUD

A real job as apposed from this job being unreal?

ERIC

Shit, I don’ know like, like fuckin’ a retail store or McDonald’s or somethin’.

A MIDDLE-AGED MAN steps out of a TOILET CUBICAL behind the two men. He begins walking toward the exit but stops in shock as he sees the blood all over Eric’s hand.

ERIC

The fuck are you looking at? You want your fuckin’ head examined by my fist?

The man quickly paces out of the bathroom. Eric continues to wash his hands.

BUD

So you’re gon’ a be dressing window dummies and screwing fat sweaty bitches for the rest of your life.

Eric splashes water onto his face.

ERIC

Hey fuck it still beats this shit. Y’know like least I’m dealing with people with a little sense an’ all. I mean did you see the fuckin’ look on that guy’s face when you asked him to hand over the drugs?

BUD

I saw the look on your face when he said they’re up his arse.