INT. BATHROOM - NIGHTROCKY in front the mirror -- nothing but his boxers on. He’sa boomer baby -- the graying hair and wrinkles prove it.He stares down at his crotch.ROCKYWhat is your deal? Work with me.He flexes. Sighs. Turns on the satellite radio and dialsthrough the stations. Passes up all the age appropriatestations -- you know, jazz, classical, k-earth, that stuff --and stops at a hardcorerap station.Uh oh. You can see it in his eyes.He starts to dance a little -- reluctant at first. Then hefinds his groove, shakes his butt off. Slaps his own ass. Hisreflection just loving it.ROCKY (CONT’D)Oh yeah! You are daman!EXT. BEDROOM - NIGHTFran on the bed, wearing nothing too special. Just a regularnightgown. She’s waiting for Rocky --INT. BATHROOM - NIGHTRocky still dances, voice a little more frantic than before:ROCKY(trying to convincehimself)C’monplease, you’re daman, you’redaman!INT. OFFICE - DAYRocky dressed for work -- tie, dress shirt, etc.It’s Rocky and a YOUNG CO-WORKER.ROCKYAnd it just would not... you know?Look at you, of course you don’t --YOUNG CO-WORKERActually yeah I do.(launching into the story)(MORE)
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