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EXT. BACK YARD OF A LOWER CLASS HOME -- NIGHT
Woman in her twenties, with a southern accent,named DOT, standing in the dark,outside the lower middle class home she lives in.She is angry,and maniacal looking. She has a pistol pointed in the air and fires it off, then turns it on her boyfriend, MIKE. MIKE is a black, 30-something guy who grows marijuana for a living, and is an aspiring musician. He has his hands up and is confused, trying to reason with DOT. DOT You muthafucker!! I'm sick of your shit. It's high time your dumb,weed growin', cheatin' ass was put out of its' misery. Wide shot closes in on MIKE, he is obviously nervous. MIKE Come on baby. You know how much I love you. It was an accident...just happened, baby..... Close up on DOT, screaming with ferocity DOT Don't you give me that "baby" bullshit. You put your little Mike into anything that won't put up a fight. MIKE slowly starts walking towards DOT in a very calm and reassuring voice MIKE Please calm down, I didn't fuck her. I told you, it was just oral, like Clinton, you know...it's not even sex, it's just like masturbating..., but
into someone's mouth. You. You're the one I want. We got all this shit in the house, our living. Don't throw it all away, we can just talk, baby. Come on. DOT begins to lower the gun and is calming, but still has a pissed off look on her face. Even though the gun is lowered, she continues to wave the gun around towards MIKE, as she speaks. DOT You better get Steve on the line and tell him to come get that shit, because you ain't gonna need it anymore.Seriously, that shit has to go, I'm tired of living like Scarface! And is that the best you got? Clinton???!!! DOT suddenly gets angry and points the gun at MIKE again. MIKE is pleading. MIKE Baby, he was the president and Hillary let him off...she gave him a break. And if that's what you want, for me to quit the game....you got it. MIKE takes the cellphone off his belt and starts to dial. MIKE See, calling Steve....gonna get that stuff outta here, then we can sit down and talk. You and me baby that's all we need. No more weed in the house....OK. INT. A LATE MODEL CADILLAC STEVE, a 40something year old, business man, wearing a suit and tie, picks up the phone while in his car.He is a man of many concerns and his iron in many fires. STEVE, looks at the phone as if annoyed, and answers MIKES call The screen splits, both men are on the phone with each other. STEVE Yo, what's up Mike? MIKE composed urgency It's over man. The cops are on the way....shots have been fired!
STEVE Whooooaaa...what? Shots fired? What the fuck are you talking about? MIKE Come get that weed man. She has a fuckin' gun.....she's gonna fuckin' kill me and she told me to tell you to get this shit outta here...to--night! STEVE angering What the hell Mike? What are you talking about? MIKE I'm not kidding Steve, this bitch... MIKE adjusts his voice and speaks very low. MIKE ...this bitch is gonna shoot my ass!! STEVE Why? What the hell? MIKE I kind of made her mad. DOT is pacing and talking to herself in MIKE's background DOT pissed off Go ahead and tell him what you did you fuckin piece of shit! STEVE Yeah, ya think.....with a fucking gun pointed at you? What the fuck did you do? MIKE I kind of..... MIKE hesitates and is exasperated. INT. A LATE MODEL CADILLAC STEVE Kind of what?
EXT. BACK YARD OF A LOWER CLASS HOME -- NIGHT DOT continues to mutter, then speaks aburptly over MIKE'S shoulder. The shot is on MIKE. DOT angry That's right, tell that motherfucker all about it! MIKE I kind of let the girl who lives next door blow me. STEVE O.C. half laughing What? Who the fuck do you think you are, Dirk Diggler? MIKE even more agitated What can I do? It's not funny. I like to fuck. Excuse me for fuckin'and likin' it. And it was just a blowjob. INT. A LATE MODEL CADILLAC -- EVENING STEVE seriously Un-fucking-real. My shit is coming undone because of a blow job? Gawdammit...... Alright....talk her down.... I'm on my way.
STEVE pitches the phone in the back seat with disgust, and pounds the steering wheel. STEVE FUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!!! EXT. BACKYARD -- EVENING
DOT What'd he say, you cheatin, lyin' no good piece of shit for a human being? MIKE Said he'd be right here. Now, put the gun down. Let's talk about this.Tell me
what you want and that will be what I want. Just tell me and you got it baby..... DOT begins to calm and starts handing the gun to MIKE. MIKE is reassuring. DOT OK....we can't live like this anymore. I want you to get a real job, stop growing drugs and stop running around. I love you Mikey. MIKE You got it baby. We don't need any of this....we don't need it at all. Just you and me.Let's go talk about it. DOT has given up the gun to MIKE and they walk into the back door of the home. INT. A LATE MODEL CADILLAC -- EVENING
STEVE is driving,and talking to himself.He pounds the steering wheel. STEVE exasperated, loud Where the fuck am I going to grow my weed now, let alone sell it? Fuck.
TITLE SEQUENCE begins, over music and scenes of an old Volvo rolling down the highway.
INT. AN AGED VOLVO STATION WAGON -- AFTERNOON CHRIS and FREDDY are driving down the road on their way to a Jimmy Buffett concert in Cincinatti.FREDDY is a 40 year old stock boy at Pep Boys.He's the lazy type. He wears shorts, sneakers, and a hoodie everywhere. CHRIS is a thirty-something, khaki, earth tone wearing liberal. JIMMY BUFFETS "Brahma Fear" plays in the background, on the radio. CHRIS is driving and FREDDY is fiddling, trying to roll a blunt. The TITLE SEQUENCE ends as CHRIS turns down the radio and looks at FREDDY.
FREDDY This is so awesome! I can't believe I've never been to a Jimmy Buffett concert. What the hell have I been doing with my life? I too am a Parrot Head, like my father and my fathers father and his fathers fathers father....... CHRIS Dude...I have a serious, crazy-ass question to ask you. FREDDY sarcastically Lemme guess. You want to know what a Parrot Head is? CHRIS No, listen up,you remember my buddy Steve? FREDDY The guy I thought was a pimp,right? CHRIS laughs Yeah that's him. Well, he called me the other day and was in a state of panic. Evidently he's growing weed with this dude and the guy is dicking it up. They have a pretty good crop going and it's about a month and a half away from harvest.So,this guy and his girlfriend got into this big ass fight and she went bonkers and started firing a fucking pistol off in the backyard. The guy called Steve and told him he had 30 minutes to get the shit out before the cops were called. FREDDY skeptical This isn't going anywhere good is it? CHRIS slight frustration Just hear me out dude. FREDDY Go on. I'm listening, I just know you and when you say "Hear me out, dude" it usually means that something insane is going to come out of your mouth.
CHRIS Well,long story short...Steve needs somewhere to move his crop and he's willing to cut the person in on half. FREDDY What? Are you talking about growing pot? You can't need money that bad, can you? You just started smoking this stuff a year ago and now you are considering dealing drugs?
CHRIS Dude...I don't want to be a drug dealer.Just growing.Besides, CHRIS tries to speak like comedian KATT WILLIAMS CHRIS Don’t give me that shit that weed’s a drug. It ain’t no motherfuckin’ drug. I’ve done the research. It’s just a plant. It just grows like that. And if you just happen to set it on fire... FREDDY laughing Damn you are always into some shit. What the fuck is wrong with you? CHRIS I'm just thinking about making some quick cash. This stuff is already started...we're only talking about a few weeks. It's easy. FREDDY It's easy for your ass to go to prison too. CHRIS Look, I know it's a risk but it's a calculated risk. How many people do you know that are in jail? Nobody. I just wanted to know what you thought. Is it totally bat-shit crazy? FREDDY pauses before responding. He's thinking on it. Yes it is. FREDDY
CHRIS Do you have any interest at all? In maybe helping me out. Maybe helping me sell some too? FREDDY Me? What the fuck are you talking about? Me? CHRIS Both of us. I'll grow it up and you help me a little. You try to sell the little bit he has left over. We give Steve his required piece. We split the rest of the money! FREDDY Ha Ha....you're just fucking around with me, right? No way you are serious. You've done some silly shit. Remember that time you used your student loan to buy 2,000 Austin Kearns rookie cards? CHRIS Look, the jury is still out on that one, but, I'm dead serious. We can make some real cash. We're smart guys.We can do this. It's only for a little while and we'll get paid nicely. FREDDY You want ME...to grow pot? CHRIS Kind of. More selling really. Just help me out. And we can both have a little extra cash. It's not like Pep Boys has bonus program. You need this. FREDDY Come on, don't start in on me about my job. I like not having to be responsible. CHRIS Just tell me you'll consider it. Please? FREDDY Fuck, I don't know.....ask me later. When I'm high. That's the best time for me to think. Kind of like when my wife wants me to do something. She always asks during sex. I always say yes. Come to think of it, every time we have sex,
it's like "Let's Make A Deal". CHRIS This will be good for us Fred. It'll be an adventure. FREDDY Everything is an adventure with you. EXT.A LARGE PARKING AREA WITH LOTS OF PARTYING -- EVENING CHRIS and FREDDY are moving slow motion through what seems like a mile of cars towards the concert venue. "Fins" by Buffett plays as FREDDY and CHRIS look around at lots of people in grass skirts, girls in bikinis, people eating, drinking, laughing, all dressed in Hawaiian clothing.CHRIS reaches out and high fives FREDDY FREDDY Wow, this is one kick ass party!I knew I should have known I've been missing out for all these years. CHRIS We are going to take this shit to the next level compadre, Seth Rogen style! A collage of scenes with "Fins" still playing. People using beer bongs. FREDDY sitting on a blanket with a few very old men, one of them in a wheelchair and another with a beer helmet on passing a joint. CHRIS smoking out of a hookah with a bunch of college aged hippy types in tie-dye, beads, and mocassins. In a series of quick edits we see different kinds of people smoking and having fun. Finally we see JIMMY BUFFETT standing backstage smoking out of a 4 foot bong with FREDDY and CHRIS. EXT. LARGE GRASSY AREA OUTDOOR CONCERT -- NIGHT FREDDY and CHRIS are laying in the grass, just becoming coherent from a marijuana stupor.JIMMY BUFFETT is on stage performing and we can hear him singing as FREDDY and CHRIS sit up. CHRIS You think anymore about what we talked about? FREDDY I told you to ask me again when I was high. CHRIS You are high, dipshit.
FREDDY Oh. Well...OK....maybe. Yeah, what the fuck right? It's not like we are going to be Columbian drug lords. It's just a little weed, right? CHRIS Hell yeah! That's what I'm talking about. I already told Steve you are in and he's moving stuff into my basement tomorrow. FREDDY What? You already told him I was good to go? CHRIS Come on, you know I know you better than you know yourself. You were in, you just didn't know it yet. If Misty is OK with it, I knew you would be all in. FREDDY You know I have to run this by Nancy,right? CHRIS Of course. She's a pushover. You got that shit locked down. CHRIS reaches out and smacks FREDDY on the shoulder.
INT. A KITCHEN IN A MIDDLE CLASS HOME -- NIGHT
FREDDY and his wife NANCY, a 40 year old, professional type, are sitting at the dinner table. NANCY is looking a little perturbed and FREDDY seems excited. NANCY So we're clear. You are asking me if you can sell illegal drugs with your cousin Chris? FREDDY Well, yeah, but don't look at it that way. Look at it as a business opportunity.It's pot. Not drugs.
NANCY A business opportunity? Selling drugs!? FREDDY Well, again, don't look at it like drugs. We are growing plants. Plants, by the way, that should be legal. They use it for medicine out in California. It's a travesty that we should even have to hide it. It's like having a garden and selling the harvest at a famer's market, only instead of selling vegetables, I'll be selling herbs. Yeah, think of it as being basil, sage, or rosemary...except it's worth a lot of money. Money that we get to keep. NANCY My allowing you to smoke is one thing, but to sell it? You have gone outside of your fucking mind. FREDDY It's just this one time. We have a chance at making a few grand. It's worth the little bitty risk, right? Chris and his wife are in. Hell, he's gonna grow it. Please don't make me piss on their parade. NANCY And Misty is OK with this? FREDDY Of course she is. She knows it's a good opportunity to make some easy money. It's just for a little while. No longer, I promise. In and out. Wham, bam and it's over. NANCY Sort of like our sex life? FREDDY Exactly like our sex life!
NANCY I don't honestly suppose me saying no will make you shut up. So,let me tell you this; I want ALL of the money you get to go towards bills. No CD's,no DVD's, no stereos, no IPods. I want it
out of here as soon as possible. And if you fuck this up, you'll be living at the "Y" and eating ketchup packets at McDonalds for dinner. FREDDY excitedly Like I said. It's just for a few weeks and it's over with. Your the best baby! NANCY One day, your idiot cousin is going to get you into something you can't get out of.
A WEEK LATER EXT. A STORE FRONT TO A SMOKE SHOP -- AFTERNOON
FREDDY and CHRIS are walking and stop in front of a dingy store with rock n roll posters in the window and a sign that says "Strange Pussy". The sign has a cartoon cat on it, smoking a cigarette, giving a peace sign. INT. DARKLY LIT STORE -- MOMENTS LATER
Strange Pussy is decorated with Hendrix, Beatles, and Stones posters. Lots of beads, incense, pipes, growing supplies. A hippie named DONALD owns and operates the store. Most people call him "D".DONALD is tall, slim, and has a long pony tail. He talks very slowly and deliberately and always seems nervous. FREDDY and CHRIS have gotten to know him pretty well over the past month or so. FREDDY Hey, what's up D???? DONALD Not much, Fred...what's happenin' fellas? CHRIS Same old bullshit, you know how it is. DONALD That I do. What are you guys looking for today? Got some killer new grinders and
pocket vaporizers in man.I know you guys new to the weed like to dive in head first, and get all the gadgets man. CHRIS We just want some screens and I think we need some....umm.... guano. DONALD Guano, huh? You guys wouldn't happen to be brining up any Mary Jane now would you? CHRIS nervous Well, yeah, sorta.I don't know. Shit. We just want some guano. You have any or not? DONALD No...man, you don't want the bat shit then, man. You are livin in the past with that shit. Lion urine...that's the way to go now, man.That's the way to go. The herb loves it...goes nuts, man.All the fuckers in California are pushing up fat buds with it. Lion urine. FREDDY How the fuck? Lion piss? What, is that like emerging technology or.. CHRIS (interrupting FREDDY) D, we also wanted to ask you if you knew anything about growing? We are kind of dabbling, you know....we just don't want people knowing.You are like, legally obligated to keep your sales confidential, right? DONALD Sure man, just listen to me guys. Ole D will never steer you wrong. I say go for it, man.I wrote the damn book.Not really a book, more like a pamphlet. Grow that shit and smoke it up. But use the lion saliva. CHRIS Make up your mind dude. Is it lion piss or lion saliva?
DONALD Lion piss. That's right, lion piss. It'll work man, I'm tellin' you. And if you have any grow questions, you come on down here and see Donald. Say, yeah, man here's what I meant salvia...not saliva. Spelled the same though. Chris, you guys tried any salvia yet? Just put some on the shelf. It won't last long. CHRIS Nah...I've read about it a little. Have you ever tried it? FREDDY looks up from fiddling with stuff on the counter and gives CHRIS a "what do you think?" look.CHRIS shrugs.
DONALD Yeah, it's trippy. Of course it cant touch the tattoos I used to get from Tim Leary back in the day, but it will take you away. I got some right here. You oughta try this man, Im tellin' you.People doing crazy shit on You Tube....seein elves and shit. The shaman used it like witchdoctors and wizards. CHRIS Whoa! Did you just say you were friends with Timothy Leary? DONALD confused Huh? Yeah, man, Tom O'Leary. Dude used to live next door. We'd get fucked up all the time. That motherfucker used to lick toads. CHRIS Didn't you say Tim Leary? DONALD Did I? Nah, Tom man.Tom O'Leary. He married my sister and they moved to Norway a few years ago. They have just the cutest little dog that does tricks. You oughta see it.Little sonofabitch shakes, stands up... FREDDY seems to be getting impatient.
FREDDY How much is the salvia, D? DONALD $40 for a gram. And it's totally legal. FREDDY shocked Gawdammed, is gold dust sprinkled in it? CHRIS Come on man, let's buy some. It'll give us something to do. I read about it on the internet, it's not like it will kill us. It's all natural....it's from the soil.The shaman used it, so it's sort of like a religious thing. And, like he said, it's legal, so you won't have to worry about losing your shitty job selling motor oil to grease monkeys. FREDDY OK, what the hell, I have money to spare right? rolls his eyes How much we owe you D? DONALD 5 for the screens, 20 for the piss, and 40 for the salvia.....ummm...zero, zero, plus five...and twenty... DONALD is trailing off as he counts, obviously confused by the counting. CHRIS hands him the money. CHRIS Hey, D, 65 bucks man...here. DONALD Thanks man. You guys gonna grow up some chronic dinkie dow, right? Fuck yeah, man. FREDDY We're workin' on it, D. DONALD Well, you guys know where to find me. I'm gonna wanna taste some of that shit, man.
CHRIS You got it D, we're out man. Just try to keep this to yourself. FREDDY Yeah, client, customer relationship. Don't forget, you are bound by law. FREDDY and CHRIS walk towards the door and out to the sidewalk, as DONALD stands looking a bit perplexed at the counter. EXT. A STORE FRONT TO A SMOKE SHOP -- AFTERNOON
CHRIS Fred, I gotta little bit of shrooms in my box at home. We'll get that, hit some herb and smoke some salvia.This stuff is supposed to be way trippy. This is gonna be so awesome. FREDDY Always up for awesome, but I think you are building this stuff up too much. CHRIS Fuck it, man, I'll read to you about it off the internet and you'll see. Don't judge it yet. I tell you....we are living the dream! This shit is going to take us to Oz! CHRIS and FREDDY begin walking down the street. INT. FREDDY'S LIVING ROOM-DAY-AFTERNOON CHRIS sits at the computer looking up information about salvia that he and FREDDY just purchased at Strange Pussy head shop. FREDDY is searching for something to watch in the DVD cabinet. Just prior to sitting down at the computer they chomped a few "shrooms". CHRIS Wow, you know, this stuff is the most powerful hallucinogenic known to man. Says here it can make you see visions. FREDDY Sweet. What are you in the mood for? Funny? Crazy? Music? By the way, that mushroom stuff tasted like deep fried horse's ass covered in vinegar. And I ain't feelin' nothin' from it. I love
Bill Hicks, but he was full of shit. CHRIS Quit bitching, you're gonna ruin our chi. And just pick something to watch already. Right here, salvia was used by ancient shaman,according to wikipedia. It also says that you can visit your memories and shit like that. Really trippy. FREDDY So, what do you wanna watch? CHRIS Are you even listening to me about this stuff. Just find anything. FREDDY So, by anything...."The Notebook"..."Bridges To Madison County"...."Passion of the Christ".... CHRIS Nah, dude....just put something in. You think we should mix this with pot? I just want this to kick ass. I wanna see God...or Elvis! FREDDY is rifling through stacks of DVD's and CD's. FREDDY Same difference and besides, everyone knows that they're both dead. INT. A SMOKEY, POORLY LIT FLEA MARKET -- AFTERNOON ELVIS sits at a booth, reading the news paper, in a flea market selling baskets and Precious Moments figures. EXT. GRAVEYARD WITH RUN DOWN TOMBSTONES -- AFTERNOON We see a tombstone that is worse for wear with the name, "GOD" on it. Nothing else. INT. INSIDE FREDDYS HOUSE -- AFTERNOON FREDDY turns to CHRIS holding up a DVD. FREDDY How about "The Last Waltz"? It's about "The Band" and their last concert ever.
FREDDY "The Band" man. Shit, "Cripple Creek", "The Weight". Come on fuckstick, you know who Lady Gaga is, but not The Band? Why do you hate music? CHRIS Ooohhh...yeah, The Band.Robbie Robertson, Levon Helm. Yeah. That'll be OK. FREDDY It's directed by Scorcese, but I'm pretty sure Bill the Butcher or DiCaprio aren't in it. You do get to see coke hanging in Neil Young's nose, so it has that going for it.. CHRIS not paying much mind to FREDDY Soooo....mix it with pot....or what? FREDDY Sure, sounds great. Do what you gotta do. I'm not feeling the shrooms at all. I've never understood how the hell can you get high off something that goes on a pizza? What are we gonna drop next, black olives? You always have to take shit to the next level and usually we fall off that level. CHRIS Maybe it takes awhile, I don't know. But this shit here is supposed to be bad assed. FREDDY Really though, how powerful can it be? They sell it at corner markets, so it's not like we'll be sailing on the Yellow Submarine with the Beatles.And you know I have a tough time believing anything that dude at Strange Pussy says. He's just so burnt out. I'd say the next time that guy takes a bath will be the first time. Plus, he looks like he brushes his teeth with crystal meth.
FREDDY pops in the DVD and moves to the couch. CHRIS moves over and sits on the recliner near FREDDY. CHRIS I'm just telling you man, there are people making crazy internet videos on this shit, and plus, the shaman used it. It holds ancient secrets to consciousness. And Donald's OK. Just an old hippy...whattaya want from him? FREDDY Who the fuck are these shaman that you keep talking about? CHRIS Like religious priests. Witch doctors. People like that. Shit, didn't you go to college or did they only teach obscure 70's bands at your school? I swear if I hear you say the words "Big Star" or "Moby Grape" again, I'm gonna throw up. FREDDY I'm just sayin', it's legal and if it was so fucking crazy, there is no way it would be legal, especially not in Kentucky. Nothings legal here, I'm not even sure that women are allowed to vote in some counties. CHRIS Yeah, marry your first cousin, but forget about smoking a joint. Freddy laughs Well, let's get this shiznit goin'. I'll go first. FREDDY holds the lighter and blazes up the bowl for CHRIS. CHRIS takes a big hit. coughing Here.... CHRIS
CHRIS coughing harder Take it...gawddammed it's harsh. CHRIS hands the pipe to FREDDY. FREDDY Yeaaaahhh.....blast off....
FREDDY takes a very small puff. CHRIS falls back onto a recliner with a wide eyed look on his face. We see a close up of CHRIS starting to look confused and scared. As he looks around the room, things are becoming surreal. Very colorful, but hazy.
CHRIS slowly Jumpin Jeebus, this shit is fuckin weird.It's coming on strong. Are you feeling this? FREDDY sits back on the couch. FREDDY No, not really....
CHRIS I sure the hell am. CHRIS begins to sway a bit and as he looks around, it seems everything is melting. CHRIS feels as if he's melted into his chair.Seems as though terror is creeping up on him."Such A Night" by DR.JOHN is playing on the DVD and in the background. FREDDY What's it feel like, I'm not gettin anything.... CHRIS Man...not sure that I like this, am I OK? What the fuck....shit...am I melting? FREDDY suddenly jumps up and hovers over CHRIS making an assortment of "monster" sounds. CHRIS is shuddering in fear and confusion. FREDDY half assed laughing and being loud RRRROOOOARRRRRR.....ERRRRRR...the monsters are getting you....arrrrggghhhhhh... CHRIS Ahhhhhh!!!!!! Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!
FREDDY Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi...aaaa whoooo.. CHRIS No!!! Stop!!! Ahhh!!!!! Please, stop!!! FREDDY laughing My bad dude....are you OK, are you in Pepperland yet? Bollocks to ya, mate! CHRIS distressed I don't know.Sonovabitch.....leave me alone!!! I want to be OK. I'm sorry. Oh, make it stop!!! FREDDY Really? Man, are you OK? P.O.V. FREDDY'S PLACE TURNS CARTOON -- MOMENTS LATER CHRIS sees things melt and then go right back to being right again. The floor seems to have his feet locked down. All CHRIS sees is cartoonish colors. CHRIS Ohhhhh....I don't like it. Make it stop. Please make it stop. Am I still here? Where? Huh? Is someone there? CHRIS' perception is off....way off. FREDDY Yeah, man....your right there, fucking moron.Don't fuck with me.Come on...act right. CHRIS trying to shake off the cob webs I'm not playing....fuck this. Make it be over.Are you OK? Are you seeing this shit? FREDDY No, I guess I need to hit it harder or whatever....I feel OK. CHRIS Jesus fuck, how can I be sure I'm not dead?
FREDDY I'd let you know if I thought you were dead. CHRIS Ohhhh...I am so melting....now I know what it's like to be Cheese Whiz..... CHRIS looks at his arm and sees it attached to the chair. FREDDY amused It's just in your mind, you're OK, man, I'm telling you fucker...you're OK. CHRIS still kind of spacey I feel like I'm a part of this chair. What the fuck? FREDDY Well, you are part of the chair fuckstick. You're sitting right there on it.Dude, you are OK....I'm telling you. CHRIS My, my, my....oh....jeebus, ohh...my, fuck this.... CHRIS shakes his head like a dog trying to dry itself. FREDDY skeptical I didn't really get anything.You're just putting on, you dickhead. CHRIS serious tone Man, no more Freddy. No more. Don't do it. FREDDY Oh...come on, it can't be that bad. You're putting my ass on, fucker. CHRIS No. Don't. Seriously. CHRIS watches FREDDY pick up the pipe and light it. FREDDY lays back after taking a pretty big hit, watching the TV with "Last Waltz" playing. Things start to get hazy from FREDDY'S point of view.
FREDDY obviously getting higher begins laughing and singing along with the tv audio "Virgil Cain is my name and I served on the Danville train..." FREDDY continues to half mumble the song, and his surroundings are getting very cartoonish and colorful. He continues to chuckle and look around.