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J AND TERRY’S APARTMENT - AFTERNOON
TERRY is loudly singing KARAOKE while J is in the kitchen, COOKING. TERRY is making a huge performance out of the song, and J is clearly getting into it as well. The two wordlessly switch places, throwing their respective objects (spatula and microphone) into the air and catching the opposite. TERRY continues making grilled cheese as J finishes off the song. A KNOCK is heard at the door. J, not missing a beat, dances over to the door and opens it quickly. He does not acknowledge the person in the doorway, and instead dances back over to the TV. A confused KURT stands in the doorway. The song ends. TERRY, still flipping grilled cheese, addresses J. TERRY Man, you were on fire. J I was on fire. TERRY You were. You were so on fire, you were starting to remind me of Denzel Washington in that one movie. KURT Man on Fire? J No, Remember the Titans. TERRY nods to confirm, and the two of them turn to address KURT. J walks over to the door and, arms crossed, leans against the end of the open door. KURT Those were some pretty sweet dance moves, man. J Yeah, I’m light on my feet. I was a dancer back in thJ is thrown off balance as the door he is leaning against shifts slightly. He stumbles and recovers.
J (CONT’D) -e day. KURT I’m Kurt I called about the room for rent. Is this right place? J Yeah man, we were just about finished A grilled cheese sandwich is flung from the kitchen. Without missing a beat or looking away from KURT, J catches it and begins eating. J (CONT’D) -dinner. A second grilled cheese sails past J, hitting KURT in the chest and falling into his hands. KURT looks on, dazed. KURT Oh, uh, no thanks. I already ate. J What the hell, man? I thought we agreed to meet over dinner? KURT Dinner? This is a just soggy grilled cheese. TERRY stomps into frame from O.S looking disgruntled. TERRY What did he just say? J Uh oh. TERRY ‘Soggy? JUST a grilled cheese?!’ J (directed at Kurt) Now you’ve done it. TERRY That’s not just processed cheese in there, you know. I pour my heart and soul into those sandwiches. J Let’s go, buddy.
J grabs TERRY soothingly by the shoulders and walks him O.S. KURT is left to continue standing awkwardly at the door. TERRY (O.S) Just a grilled cheese?! Who says that? J returns and gestures KURT in. LIVING ROOM J Come, have a seat in the dining room. KURT enters the apartment. He looks around, confused. There’s clearly no dining room in this apartment. KURT And where exactly is that? J sits down on the living room couch, fishes a pop can out of the cushions, sniffs it, and takes a drink. He extravagant places his feet on the table and pats the couch next to him invitingly. KURT sits down next to J. KURT (CONT’D) Oh, uh, thanks. (gesturing in the direction Terry stormed off in.) Is that guy gonna be OK? J Don’t worry about Terry, he’s a little sensitive about his cooking. I left some Jolly Ranchers on his pillow. He’ll be fine. KURT looks as if he’s about to question this, and then decides better of it. KURT So, what exactly is your guys’... story? J thinks for a moment. J We’ve been together for as long as I can remember. We met when we were kids, and right then we knew-
The situation dawns on KURT KURT Ohhhh, you guys are partners? J We certainly are. KURT That’s great! Really great what you guys are doing. J I see you’ve heard of ‘Snax on Trax’? KURT Sorry? J The toy train-based food delivery system that my business partner and I invented? The situation re-dawns on KURT. KURT Ohhhh. That makes more sense. J Than getting up and going to the fridge? We agree. KURT No, I mean J cuts KURT off, launching into a speech he has clearly given before. J It’s what we do. We see a void in the market, and we fill it. You’ve heard of Indoor Sandals? KURT Wouldn’t those just be regular sandals? J seems not to hear KURT, and presses on. J Variable Length Rulers?
KURT Tape measures? J Surely you’ve heard of PeaNOT Butter, the 100% artificial peanut butter substitute? KURT Isn’t peanut butter mostly artificial anyway? J Only 98%. We replaced the peanut extract with a secret, artificial ingredient. KURT What’s that? J Legally, I’m not allowed to say without breaking about a dozen trade embargoes. Suffice to say, it was (chuckling) highly corrosive. KURT These all sound terrible. Have you sold any of your products? J Those products? No. Well, I mean, we’ve sold a lot of our Indoor Sandals, but we believe they’re being used improperly. We have had a few successful products over the years. It’s how we’re able to keep this place, and continue funding our great, new ideas. KURT So you guys are, like, real inventors? Wow. J We don’t JUST invent, KURT. We’re inventors SLASH entrepreneurs: (proudly) Inventrepreneurs. Patent Pending.
KURT That sounds like a made up word you found on the internet. J Oh it does, does it? Well, if it is on the internet, which I highly doubt, then the internet must also have great ideas in the shower. (snarky) And what do YOU do for a living, Mr. Webster, editor of Webeters’ dictionary? Before KURT can reply, TERRY enters from O.S and quietly takes a seat on the far end of the couch. He seems to have calmed down significantly. J (CONT’D) Hey buddy, feeling better? TERRY Yeah, I found some Jolly Ranchers. You know I can’t be mad when I’ve got Jolly Ranchers, it’s right in the name. J, obviously knowing that Terry is soothed by the candy, turns towards KURT. J You know what, I never noticed that, but you’re absolutely right. KURT scowls and begins to show signs of impatience. KURT So, about the rooJ stands up, exclaiming to no one in particular: J A tour, you say? Certainly! The three stand. KURT seems hesitant, but interested. J and TERRY begin to show off their apartment. KITCHEN The three stand awkwardly in the kitchen. TERRY This is where the magic happens, I’m basically a master chef.
BEDROOM The BEDROOM door swings in, and we see the three framed in the doorway. TERRY This, my friend, is where the magic happens. KURT (scoffs dismissively) TERRY What? You can’t look this good with some kinda magic. KURT looks inside the room, and sees an elaborate L-shaped bunk bed. KURT Why is there a bunk bed in here? J Would you have one of us sleep on the floor? KURT You guys sleep in the same room? TERRY We got sick of running back and forth in the middle of the night. KURT (jokingly) Bad dreams? TERRY (very seriously) Great ideas. BATHROOM Again, the BATHROOM door swings open to show the three. J steps inside the bathroom and throws up his arms. J This is where MY magic happens. TERRY Dude, that’s disgusting.
J No man, much like the internet, I do my best thinking in the shower. J leaves the bathroom, and the three remain in the hallway. HALLWAY J gestures down the hall. J (CONT’D) Your room is this way. The three proceed down the hall. As they walk past a closed door, KURT recoils. KURT Oh god, what is that smell? J and TERRY exchange a knowing glance. J Oh, it’s uh, ahhhTERRY (interjects) Not important. C’mon, let’s go take a look at your room. They continue down the hall, and show KURT his room. KURT’S ROOM J and TERRY enter Kurt’s potential room. It is completely empty and seemingly very clean. There appears to be nothing wrong with this room. Before Kurt can enter, J turns around stops him. Meanwhile, Terry pulls out a small note pad. He then begins searching his pocket for a pen, to no avail. KURT hands TERRY one of his own. J Before you enter the room, just a few preliminary question for you. Are you up to date on all on your vaccinations? KURT Uh, yeah. TERRY begins writing. J Are you allergic to seafood?
KURT Well, no. ITERRY continues writing. TERRY Good enough! (under breath) Man, this pen writes like a dream. You need to try this. TERRY hands the pad and pen to J, and begins asking questions. TERRY (CONT’D) What are your thoughts on ghosts? KURT I... I don’t believe in them. J, scribbling furiously, mumbles to Terry. J (under breath) I feel like I’m steering a cloud with my knuckles. TERRY Alright. That’s all of our questions. Seems like you’ll be a good fit for the room. KURT takes a brief look around the room, and the three leave. HALLWAY As they walk past the closed door again, KURT covers his nose and mouth with his shirtsleeve. KURT Seriously, what is that smell? TERRY sighs dejectedly. TERRY It was supposed to be the world’s first Urban Petting Zoo. (perking up) Pretty powerful smell for something that only lasted three days, huh? KURT How long ago was that?
J and Terry look at one another. TERRY About six months. J then opens the door. KURT again recoils. The room can be seen dimly. It is full of seemingly random items. TERRY (CONT’D) Now we just use it to practice card tricks and stuff. KURT stares at TERRY with a puzzled look on his face. TERRY (CONT’D) What? KURT Aren’t you going to say ‘this is where the magic happens’? TERRY Of course not. They’re illusions, not magic. Kurt, do you know magic isn’t real, right? TERRY shakes his head, walks back down the hall towards the living room. The other two follow. FADE OUT. FADE IN: LIVING ROOM KURT stands near the door. J and TERRY stand next to each other to see him off. KURT grabs his coat from the rack, preparing to leave. J So, Kurt, man, what’d you think? KURT Well, it’s a really nice place, but you never did tell me how much it costs. J I’m sure you can afford it. What did you say you did again?
KURT I’m an accountant. I actually have a big interview tomorrow at Philman, Johnson, and Howler. J Oh, with Mr. Philman? KURT looks surprised KURT Wait, you know him? J What? No. Just a guess. TERRY interjects to steer the conversation back on track. TERRY It was nice meeting you. We’ll think about it, and give you a call. KURT exits the apartment, closing the door behind him. Terry turns to J. TERRY (CONT’D) I like him. J (nodding) Me too. Doesn’t seem to bright though. TERRY I know. I can’t believe he thought magic was real. I figured that out when I was like, 17.
EXT. J AND TERRY’S APARTMENT BUILDING - THE STREET - LATE AFTERNOON People mill about on the street in front of J and TERRY’s apartment building. The door opens, and Kurt exits. As he steps onto the sidewalk, his phone rings. Kurt glances briefly at it, and not recognizing the number, lets it ring. J AND TERRY’S WINDOW J leans out the window and yells down at KURT.
J Kurt! Hey, Kurt! Pick up your phone. OUTSIDE KURT stands awkwardly on the street, waiting for his phone to ring. When it does, he immediately picks up. At first there is only STATIC. KURT Hello? PHONE (Static) KURT hits the phone against the side of his hand. KURT Hello? TERRY Hey Kurt, it’s Terry. My roommate J and I just showed you around our apartment. Remember? KURT (Sarcastically) Uh, yeah. Sounds familiar. INSIDE Terry covers the mouthpiece and looks concernedly at J. TERRY Oh my god! He doesn’t even remember the tour. The two shake their heads. Terry then uncovers the mouthpiece. TERRY (CONT’D) Well, good news! We’ve accepted your application. OUTSIDE Kurt’s brow furrows.
KURT Wait, what? I didn’t file an application. INSIDE Terry covers the mouthpiece again, looking morose. TERRY He doesn’t remember the application, either! J nods, not surprised. J Well, it’s a good thing we found him when we did. Poor guy’s not right. Terry nods in agreement, and once more uncovers the mouthpiece. TERRY That’s alright. You just stay right there, buddy, and we’ll come down and help you find the elevator. EXT. J AND TERRY’S APARTMENT BUILDING: LATE AFTERNOON KURT ‘Get me?’ WhaThe phone cuts out as J hands up. INSIDE J and TERRY exit the apartment. OUTSIDE J and TERRY exit the apartment building, and KURT is not immediately apparent. The two exchange a worried glance. TERRY looks left, and points. The two walk O.S in the same direction.
EXT. STREET: LATE AFTERNOON KURT stands to one side, talking to a professional looking black MAN. The two appear to know each other, speaking excitedly. THE MAN claps KURT on the shoulder, LAUGHING. J and TERRY march determinedly up to the pair, and immediately begin scolding KURT. TERRY What’s wrong with you?! Wandering off like that. We were so worried! KURT Oh hey, guys. I didn’t wander off. It’s just that I saw Mr. PhilmJ We had no idea where you were! You could’ve gotten hurt. There’s all sorts of dangerous people in this city, you know. J stops, and glances at MR. PHILMAN. J (CONT’D) (Lowers voice) And there’s been reports of gang activity in the neighborhood. MR. PHILMAN’S eyes widen, shocked. Before he can make any sort of reply J and TERRY grab KURT by the shoulders and march him back towards the apartment building. As the three climb the stairs, KURT shakes off J and TERRY. KURT What were you guys DOING? That was Mr. Philman! TERRY Who? KURT Mr. Philman. My potential boss?! J Kurt, YOU’RE the boss of your own potential. KURT I told you guys about this like 10 minutes ago! Upstairs!
TERRY So you do remember the tour. KURT, infuriated, SCREAMS. He walks away from the pair and down the street. J and Terry follow. J Kurt! Hey Kurt, wait up! KURT either doesn’t hear him, or doesn’t respond. He continues down the STREET. J (CONT’D) C’mon son! I’m sure Mr. Pullman won’t hold it against you. KURT wheels around abruptly. He is clearly furious. KURT It’s Mr. Philman. PHIL-MAN. How hard is that to remember?! At this point, TERRY makes an ‘excuse me’ gesture and steps away from the pair, pulling out his phone in the process. Meanwhile, J is trying to calm the enraged KURT. J Right, ‘Phillums’, sorry. KURT throws his hands up in the air. Why me? KURT You’re an idiot, you know that? J If I was an idiot, would I know anything? KURT, clearly at a loss for words, stares impassively at J. He’s calmed down a bit now, but is clearly exasperated. KURT removes his phone from his pocket. KURT I’m calling a cab. I can’t deal with this right now. (then, as an afterthought) It was nice meeting you J. KURT dials the number and punches SEND, but is only met with STATIC. He slowly places the phone back into his pocket.
KURT and J stand awkwardly for a few seconds. KURT (CONT’D) So... (brief pause) What now? J ...dinner? CUT TO: INT. J’S CAR - LATE AFTERNOON KURT, TERRY, and J are all seated in J’s car. It is a couple years old, and appears to be well-maintained. TERRY rides shotgun while KURT sits in the back seat. J eases the car towards the curb. J Just need to make a quick stop... EXT: APARTMENT BUILDING - LATE AFTERNOON The car pulls up across the street from an apartment building. It’s a little more rundown than J and TERRY’S, but still seemingly nice. There is a moving truck parked across the street. J puts the car in park. KURT What are we doing here? I don’t think there are any restaurants around here. TERRY What makes you say that? KURT (pointing at the adjacent building) Well, I used to live right up there. J looks smugly at TERRY. J I told you this was the right place. TERRY nods, and concedes a $5 bill. Meanwhile, KURT looks on with growing concern.
KURT The right place? Guys, what are we doing here? J and TERRY exchange a quick nod, and J turns around to address KURT directly. J We’re here so you can pay the movers, man. KURT The movers?! J chuckles a little, as if KURT is being naive. J Yeah man, they’re the guys who take all of your stuff our of your house and put it into our’s. KURT’S face pales, and his voice drops to a barley audible MOAN. KURT This isn’t my house... J and TERRY exchange a puzzled glance. J What? This is the address we were given. KURT By who? J We have our sources. KURT This isn’t even the right address! I haven’t lived here for like 6 months! J returns the $5 bill to Terry. TERRY He didn’t say they were good sources! J looks thoughtful for a moment, the KURT pipes up.
KURT So, you somehow found my old address and ordered movers to it. The address I shared with my exgirlfriend whom I now have a restraining order against?! Some of the color has come back into KURT’S face now. J Firstly, don’t say whom Kurt, it makes you sound pretentious. Secondly, did I order movers to that address? Yes. Did I use your name and cell phone number as contact and billing information? Sure. Does she now have all of that information? Probably. But did I not also do it out of the goodness of my heart? Mostly, yeah. Those couches look heavy, though. He gestures out the window and across the street where two large men are now hauling an even larger sectional couch into the back of the moving truck. KURT looks on unbelievingly. KURT I can’t believe this! TERRY I can’t believe this either, J. KURT, relieved that TERRY sees that this is insane, begins to agree with him. KURT See? Even he agrees wiTERRY (gestures at Kurt) This guy says ‘whom’! Before KURT can reply and inform TERRY of the proper usage of ‘who’ and ‘whom’ the doors of the apartment burst open and a very attractive blonde woman comes sprinting out. She is making a bee line for the moving truck and is very clearly upset. KURT ducks down below the door. J and TERRY, meanwhile, look on in awe.
TERRY (CONT’D) Kurt, that is a very attractive lady. J Yeah man. Any reason why she’s an ex-girlfriend? TERRY Probably religious differences. The two nod sagely. KURT, still hiding: KURT Shut up and duck you two! She might see us. The BLONDE girl looks around wildly, spotting the car and the two people starting at her from within. She walks quickly towards it and KNOCKS on the window. BLONDE Hey! Hey you guys, can you help me?! These guys are taking all my furniture! They said they got a call from some guShe noticed the balled up man in the back seat, and stops midsentence. BLONDE (CONT’D) Kurt? KURT? She gestures at the moving van, now SCREAMING. BLONDE (CONT’D) Was this YOU Kurt?! You think this is funny?! I’ll break every bone in your fKURT Drive! DRIVE! J, who has always dreamed of starring in Die Hard, lays on the gas before realizing he is still in Park. The engine REVVES uselessly He shifts into Drive and PEELS OUT, leaving the stillscreaming, still-super-hot blonde in the street. FADE OUT.
INT: RESTAURANT - J AND TERRY’S ‘REGULAR BOOTH’ - LATE AFTERNOON FADE IN: TERRY, J, and KURT are just sitting down in a local kids’ restaurant/arcade. TERRY and J sit down very heavily, as if they are right at home. TERRY (to Kurt) We’re basically regulars here. Once they’re seated, a tired-looking waitress arrives. TERRY (CONT’D) I’ll have the usj. J Yeah, me too. The waitress raises her eyebrows as if this is some elaborate joke. WAITRESS Sorry, who exactly are you? TERRY Only your best customers! We come here all the time. J, nodding in agreement, waves at a CUSTODIAN sweeping the floor behind WAITRESS. J Hey Nick! Nick! NICK! J then looks to the waitress. J (CONT’D) He probably just didn’t hear me. WAITRESS gestures to CUSTODIAN. WAITRESS Uh, his name is Jeff. And he’s deaf. Guess what we call him? KURT ...deaf Jeff?
WAITRESS No, we don’t call him nothin’. He can’t hear. Anyway, what do you guys want? Terry hold up two fingers. TERRY Dos chocolate milk. KURT I’ll have an ice water. With lemon. Waitress sighs. WAITRESS You got it. Waitress walks off to fill the order. KURT’S phone RINGS. He looks briefly at the caller ID, sighs, and picks up. MUFFLED YELLING erupts out of the earpiece. KURT Yeah. Uh huh. Yeah, I SEE you got my number, Jennifer. KURT stands up, covering the mouthpiece on the phone. KURT (CONT’D) Thanks to you guys, I need to take this. KURT leaves to take the call. The waitress returns with drinks and places them on the table. J Can we get some of your expertlevel activity mats? TERRY And don’t stiff us on the crayons. We want lots of dark colors; no peaches, no yellows, no whites. (To J) Who even uses white crayons? WAITRESS opens her mouth as if to speak, and decides it would be wise to stay silent. She walks away.
TERRY starts drumming on the table while J absentmindedly whistles a tune. After a few seconds, MR. PHILMAN enters the restaurant accompanied by his young DAUGHTER. TERRY finishes his drum solo by smacking J in the arm and making a symbol sound. TERRY (CONT’D) Dude, look! It’s (snaps as he tries to remember) Phil! Remember? Kurt’s boss! J I thought his name was Philman? TERRY Phil Philman? Who names their kid that? J Yeah, you’re probably right. Maybe we should go try to apologize for earlier? TERRY Good plan. Let’s do this businessman to businessman. J and TERRY start fluffing to look more professional. TERRY is checking his reflection in a butter knife and J licks his hand and uses it to adjust his hair. The two stand, chug the remainder of their chocolate milk, and SLAM their glasses down on the table. J AND TERRY Let’s do this. Before they can make their way over, the WAITRESS returns with three activity mats. J Step aside darling. We’ve got business matters to attend to! CUT TO: SKEEBALL MACHINE Philman and his daughter are playing skeeball. J and TERRYAY approach the two.
TERRY Phil! Buddy! MR. PHILMAN Oh, it’s you two. J Don’t be like that Phil. Just don’t. MR. PHILMAN My name’s Mark. J Phil Mark? How many first names do you need? MR. PHILMAN No, it’s Mark Philman. J SMACKS TERRY on the chest. J I told you it was Philman. TERRY hands J a $5 bill. J (CONT’D) I had you pegged as a Regis though. Dunno why. TERRY steps forward to cut off J. TERRY We just wanted to extend the Olive Garden so we can bury the mattress. MR. PHILMAN You mean extend the olive branch, and bury the hatchet? TERRY Don’t interrupt, please. We’re trying to apologize businessman and business man to business man... and little girl. MR. PHILMAN Honestly guys, there’s not need to apologize. I wouldn’t be much of a professional if I didn’t judge Kurt on his own merits.
J No, no, we insist. Look, we’ve got a nice booth right by the Whack-AMole machine. It gets intense, but it’s some of the best live entertainment I’ve ever seen. MR. PHILMAN hesitates. J (CONT’D) We’ve got expert-level activity mats... PHILMAN’S DAUGHTER Can we Daddy?! PHILMAN SIGHS. MR. PHILMAN Of course sweetheart.
CUT TO: BOOTH TERRY, J, and PHILMAN’S DAUGHTER are all doing activity mats. PHILMAN is talking very professionally on the phone, although he sounds like he’s wrapping up. MR. PHILMAN (into phone) Lunch tomorrow sounds good. Make it around 1:30? J is clearly cheating off of PHILMAN’S DAUGHTER, and TERRY has given up on the maze altogether in favour of drawing a dragon. J (whispering to Terry) This is so hard. TERRY (whispering to J) This is exactly why I hate standardized testing. MR. PHILMAN (still on phone) ...I’ll take a look at the accounts on Monday. See you tomorrow.
MR. PHILMAN hangs up his phone, and turns his attention to his DAUGHTER. MR. PHILMAN (CONT’D) How’s the coloring sweetie? PHILMAN’S DAUGHTER Good! I like how I can see all the colors. She hold up the dark crayons. PHILMAN’S DAUGHTER (CONT’D) I hate when I get yellow. J and TERRY exchange a triumphant nod. PHILMAN then turns his attention to J and TERRY. MR. PHILMAN So, guys, be honest: what’s the deal with your friend Kurt? J He’s a great guy. TERRY He’s basically our best friend. J He hasn’t changed since we first met. TERRY Yeah, I can’t imagine a world without Kurt. PHILMAN nods, understanding. MR. PHILMAN He seems like a very devoted young man. Tell me, though: does he have a temper? I saw him yelling in the street earlier today and I was a bit concerned. A man who loses his cool like that has no place in my organization. J waves his hand dismissively. J Nah, you’ve got nothing to worry about Phil.
TERRY Kurt’s as cool as a cucumber. J Cool as an iceberg. TERRY Cool as smoking in high school. J Cool as wearing an outfit made entirely of denim. TERRY But only if you have a handlebar moustache. MR. PHILMAN Well, I have to say boys, that’s very comforting. Where is Kurt, by the way? PHILMAN turns and looks over the back of the booth. INT: RESTAURANT LOOKING OUT THROUGH WINDOW - EVENING KURT is standing outside, visibly screaming into his phone. He makes some vile gestures at it (despite its’ not having a camera) and then hurls it into the ground. BOOTH PHILMAN, seeing KURT’S tantrum, turns towards J and TERRY. The two nervously laugh. TERRY Huh, I think that phone was giving him trouble earlier. J Yeah, and I bet it won’t get any better after that totallyaccidental dropping. On that note, KURT returns to the booth flushed and out of breath. He notices MR. PHILMAN. KURT Hey! Mr. Philman! I am so sorry about earlier. There was a bit of a mis-
MR. PHILMAN stands up. MR. PHILMAN Don’t bother apologizing. We were just leaving. MR. PHILMAN begins helping his DAUGHTER out of the booth. KURT Well, OK. I’ll see you at the interview tomorrow! MR. PHILMAN Don’t bother coming to that either! We have no need for a man like you at Philman, Johnson, and Howler. MR. PHILMAN and his DAUGHTER leave the restaurant hurriedly. TERRY (calling after them) See you Phil! J Goodbye Mark! KURT stands next to the booth, looking bewildered. FADE OUT. FADE IN: BOOTH TERRY, J, and KURT are still seated in the booth. KURT sits on one side, distraught with his head in his hands. Across from him J and TERRY sit, pouring over the activity mat left by PHILMAN’S DAUGHTER. TERRY She found all 12 Differences... J And look, here. A thirteenth unintentional difference. TERRY Girl’s got game. KURT Could you guys shut up for two seconds and let me think?
J What’s got you down, pal? KURT What’s got me down? You two clowns lost me a chance at my dream job, broke my cell phone, and you reunited me with my crazy ex. (pauses, distraught) I’m not even sure I can safely go home tonight! J and TERRY share a meaningful glance. J You know, we have a spare room. TERRY And we did accept your application. KURT And you still haven’t told me how much it costs. TERRY stands up, and sits down next to KURT. He leans over and whispers in KURT’S ear. KURT’S eyes widen, and his jaw drops slightly. KURT (CONT’D) I’ll take it. FADE TO BLACK.
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