INT. RANDALL’S ROOM – DAY
RANDALL is sitting on his couch reading his lap-top. A knock
comes from the front door.
LOUIE enters and seats himself next to Randall.
What are up to?
Were you about to jerk off, cause I
can come back in a couple minutes.
No, this isn’t jerking off porn.
Alright, well put your porn away
and take a look at this.
Louie retrieves a joint from his breast pocket. It is
immaculate. Packed so full of weed it looks pregnant, but
everywhere, and not just in its uterus.
Yeah. Its pretty badass.
If that joint were a woman, I would
have an erection.
You do have an erection.
Touche, my friend.
So are we gonna burn this fucker,
I say we get through about half.
Think again, guy. We’re taking this
one all the way. Are you with me?
My God, man? Do you have any idea
what you’re asking?
I’m asking you to get really, very,
dangerously high with me right now.
Well when you put it that way, I’m
Never give up. Never surrender.
Louie strikes a bic lighter.
INT. RANDALL’S ROOM – DAY
Enough time has passed for Randall and Louie to have smoked
about half of the joint. Randall is knee-deep in a gnarly
coughing fit, face buried in hands. Louie pats him on the
back. Louie has blood droplets on his shirt and face.
Randall sits up.
I’ve never coughed like that
What is that shit all over your
fucking hands, man?
Randall holds his hands out and looks at them, they both have a healthy coat of blood.
Holy shit. That’s blood, dude!
Where did that come from?
Look in my mouth, do I have blood
in my mouth.
Randall opens his mouth and turns his head toward Louie.
Louie peers inward to see all kinds of fucking blood in
Yeah dude. That’s full of blood.
You got it all over your mouth, and
your hands and…and the couch and
my shirt and face.
Louie stares around the room while taking a hit off the mega
joint, just now noticing the blood spattered all over.
Where did all this blood come from?
Did this all come from inside your body?
Louie takes another hit, exhales and immediately starts going
into a coughing fit of his own. Blood is ejected out of his
mouth. Globs of it violently clash with the floor and walls.
Louie turns toward Randall and accidentally coughs a splash
of blood right in his face. Randall barely even takes notice.
My throat is fucked, dude.
Randall takes the joint from Louie.
We have to go on. You quoted
Randall takes another hit.
SLOW-MOTION MONTAGE (SOUNDTRACK NOTE: KASHMIR – LED ZEPPELIN)
Randall coughs more blood. He takes a hit. Holds it. Exhales.
Coughs even more blood.
Louie tries to hold in a cough, but the blood just starts leaking
from his nose, ears and eyes.
Randall falls to the floor, heaving and spazming with joint
Louie takes a hit and coughs so hard he accidentally hurls
the joint through the air. It lands, still burning. Randall
collapses onto the couch.
Louie crawls toward the joint. Dead-set on burning it to
the very end. He squirms through his own blood, still
violently coughing and choking. He stops halfway to the
joint, arm reaching out toward it. He goes still.
His eyes staring at nothing.
END MONTAGE/CUT MUSIC.
Randall lies on the couch. His blinking the only sign of life.
God. I’m so high.
Randall’s eyes close. He breathes his last breath. The joint
goes out. JAMAI walks into the room.
Ya’ll smokin’ weed?
CUT TO BLACK