The first few scenes from an up and coming Degicank Productions Movie entitled "Twenty Two"
(Camera fades in while panning across sunrise lit Laguna Beach. Two figures can be seen walking past the lifeguard stand in opposite direction of camera pan, pan fades out as shot of PCH southbound fades in. Minimal traffic, light haze, early morning sun. Fade in to apartment filled with recording equipment, drum set, amps, cords, guitars, bass, keyboards, mic stands, mics, ashtrays over flowing, beer bottles, etc. Sun filters through screen door to patio as camera fades to reverse angle of patio door where two figures are leaned over the railing looking out, smoking a joint)

Joe: Think he'll pull through?

(Joe hits the joint)

Josh: If everything goes the way he practiced. All he's got to do is stick to the game plan, I know it's hard for anyone to consider him doing that, but I have faith in him this time. Complete...

(Josh hits joint)

Josh: Faith.

(Josh holds in hit as he passes it to Joe)

Joe: I trust the guy too, Josh. He's a good bullshitter, he's a great bullshitter. Unfortunately,

(Joe hits joint)

Joe: These guys are a little more professional at it than he is. Bullshitters can smell other bullshitters from a mile away.

(Joe coughs out his hit as he passes it back to Josh)

Josh: They called him though! It's not like James just called these guys up and made an appointment, these guys called him out of, who knows twenty different people. They wanted to talk to him. I'm sure if he hadn't heard from them in a couple of days he would have done some sort of shit to get in there but the thing is that he didn't do shit. They did.

(Josh hits the joint and then hits it again)

Joe: Hey! The shits not free, man. Try not to make it boat like a mutha-fucka. Fucka.

Josh: Do you see what I'm saying about them calling, not James calling them?

(Josh hits it one more time and then passes it back to Joe)

Joe: I see where you're coming from, he's got the luck sometimes. You never know when that bastard is going to find the goose that lays the golden egg, that's why he's a great bullshitter. He's so fucking determined that you never know when it's finally going to happen.

(Joe hits the now small joint, looks at it, hits it again then drops it on the patio and grinds it out with his foot)

(Camera angle switches back to inside looking out screen door to patio. Josh and Joe walk in slowly and Joe heads off screen to the right as Josh continues walking slowly towards the camera. He stops at the guitar amp, pulls out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, takes one out and puts it in his mouth. He grabs a lighter from ontop of the amp and lights his cigarette with it. Josh takes a long, deep drag and puts the lighter back on the amp. He exhales and bends over looking towards the camera)

Josh: Who's that passed out on the sofa?

(After a few seconds Joe comes back on screen, walks up next to josh and stares in a similiar manner bent over facing the camera)

Joe: You don't know her?

(Still in the staring position)

Josh: I don't think so, was she here last night?

( Joe stands up straight, rubs his bearded chin with one hand and grabs a pack of cigarettes out of his pants pocket with the other. He shakes one cigarette loose and moves the pack to his lips where he grabs it and puts the pack back in his pocket. He lights the cigarette with the same lighter on the amp as Josh did)

Joe: I don't really remember.

( Joe takes a long, deep drag)

Joe: She could have been, there wasn't too many people here last night but,

(Joe exhales)

Joe: She could have been downstairs or across the hall. I think everyone in the building had people over last night.

(Joe and Josh look at each other)

Josh: Should we wake her up or let her wake up on her own?

( There is a moment of silence as they take a drag from thier cigarettes, put them out in the ashtray sitting ontop of the guitar amp and look back towards the camera)

Joe: Let's smoke another joint, then decide.

(OPENING CREDITS)

(Camera pans down to a public transportation bus slowly milling it's way through the heavy traffic on the PCH in Orange County. As the camera reaches eye level the bus rolls thunderously by and reveals a casually dressed man with long hair and a beard. He's singing the words to the opening credits theme as the music fades out)

(Camera switches to front view of man as he stops and looks at a piece of paper, looks at an address on a building, looks at the piece of paper and then heads into the building)

(Camera follows man at an angled birdseye view through the lobby up to a wall with office informaton posted on it. Man scrolls down with his finger, stops on a business name, looks at his piece of paper, looks at the business name and then puts the paper in his pocket as he walks off screen)<

(Camera switches to door opening revealing a waiting room with three people, a water cooler, a wooden desk and secretary and a glass door being the only contents)

(Camera switches to view from opposite angle of man walking through doorway up to the woman behind the desk)

James: I'm here for the nine o'clock appointment with Mr. Thomas. James Henderson, that's me.

(James points to a name on a list on the desk)

Woman: Please have a seat, Mr. Thomas will be right with you.

(James turns to sit and notices that the only seat available in the room has a mysterious dark black stain on it. He walks over to the water cooler and pours himself a paper cone cup full and sucks it down in one sip. He fills it up again and does the same. He throws the cup in the trash can next to the cooler and wipes his mustache and beard free of water with one hand strongly pushed down his face. He shakes his hand dry and leans up next to the cooler on the wall and notices the three other people besides the secretary looking at him. He looks at the wall behind him to the left and then the right not realizing that they're looking at him and then he looks at his wrist as if wearing a watch, he's not, and continues to lean against the wall)

(The door to Mr. Thomas' office opens and a wirery looking man wearing jet black lipstick, T-shirt, jeans and boots walks out silently heading for the door carrying a manila envelope. James looks at this man, giveing him the once over)

James: Mr. Thomas' not in the Goth mood today?

(Camera switches to face shot of man)

(Man simply stares at James showing no emotion)

James: Really?

(Man opens up door to the hallway and leaves. Door closes. Camera to face shot of James)

James: I hope everyone learned alot from that guy, I know I did.

(Door to Mr. Thomas' office opens, Camera to wide shot of waiting room. Everyone looks up)

Woman: James Henderson, Mr. Thomas will see you now.

(Camera to body shot of James walking from next to water cooler to office door)

(Camera switches to inside office, James walks towards the camera. Camera switches to behind James showing well maintained executive office of a music producer with big windows behind a deep colored wooden desk with two plush chairs infront of it. James' figure is blocking out Mr. Thomas)

Mr. Thomas: Please, have a seat, James.

(Camera switches to shot of James sitting down in chair on right, looking around the office)

James: So is this how the high rollers have it here in California? This place is nicer than my apartment.

(James looks at the camera and shares an uncomfortable silence with it as Mr. Thomas is heard sighing)

Mr. Thomas: I called you in today to discuss the matter of your band.

(James shows a look of forced suprise, sits up a little straighter in his chair and gesture for Mr. Thomas to continue)

Mr. Thomas: I'm not really sure what to call your type of music and I know from my experience in the industry that it isn't radio friendly...

(There is a long pause then the camera switches to a face shot of Mr. Thomas leaning closer across the desk towards James with a questioning look)

Mr. Thomas: Is that marijuana I smell, Mr. Henderson?

(Camera switches to shot of James sitting in chair with a relaxed look on his face that changes to panic once he realizes what was asked. James stammers)

James: Perhaps it is, there are many smells that i am exposed to living with a band that might linger on my person items. I guess I'm lucky i don't smell like stale beer and hookers.

(Pause)

James: not that we get hookers, EVER, or drink stale beer or spill stale beer on ourselves or...

(Camera switches to Mr. Thomas who has a 'what the hell is with this guy' look on his face and he waves his hands)

(Camera back to James)

Mr. Thomas: Enough. I'm not interested in how you spend your time, I'm interested in how you're going to spend my time.

(James stares vacantly into nothing as Mr. Thomas says this. Camera switches to Mr. Thomas)

Mr. Thomas: I'm going to come to your next preformance at the Knitting Factory in L.A. Leave any info I might need with my secretary on your way out. As you can see I'm a very busy man, my time is valued, I value my time. You've taken enough of it for today, good day, Mr. Henderson.

(Camera switches back to James as he stands up and extends his hand to Mr. Thomas who ignores the gesture. James holds his hand there for a few seconds and then picks up the plaque on Mr. Thomas' desk)

James: I really should get one of these.

(Pause)

James: With my name on it, not yours.

(James puts down plaque and heads toward office door walking backwards)

James: Nice talking with you, I'll let your secretary know where to have you meet us. Dinner before hand? After hand?

(James looks confused, begging hard. Camera switches to Mr. Thomas)

Mr. Thomas: No.

(Camera back to James. james is opening door behind him slowly)

James: Ok, then. Thanks, see ya.

(Camera back to Mr. Thomas who rolls his eyes as door shuts)

(Camera to outside where James is on a payphone gesturing with his hands as he yells)

James: No, I'm no fucking with you. I just got done talking with the guy, he's totally into checking you guys out.

(Pause as James switches the reciever from his right ear to his left ear)

James: Yeah! I told his secretary to have him come to the show on the 15th at the Knitting Factory. I know it's fucking great.

(James pulls a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and lights one with a book of matches. He takes a long deep drag and then exhales)

James: Look, I'll be back in Laguna in about an hour. Are you guys going to be there?

(There is a pause. James takes another drag of his cigarette.)

James: Ok, well roll up a fatty and i'll grab a case at Ralph's. This could be nothing but, I've got a feeling about this one. Slater.

(Camera switches to James walking down PCH throwing his arms up in the air, dancing around in circles. He stops, looks around continues walking down the PCH to a bus stop. A bus pulls up and James gets on. The bus pulls away and leaves the camera looking across the PCH towards the ocean shimmering in the backdrop)

(Camera switches to inside of Joe and Josh's apartment viewed towards the screen door. Both are smoking cigarettes sitting on folding chairs watching the price is right. Joe has a frisbee on his lap and you can barely make out a large amount of weed and rolling papers sitting inside. Joe alternates between taking drags of his cigarette and breaking up the marijuana in the frisbee.)

(Camera switches to view of apartment from screen door. Joe and Josh can be seen clearly along with the sleeping girl on the couch. The girl starts to toss and turn and eventually sits up straight)

Katy: Who the hell are you guys?

(Camera to view containing screen door. Joe and Josh slowly turn to look at Katy and then look at each other.)

Josh: This is Joe and I'm Josh. How was your sleep?

(Camera switches back to screen door view)

Katy: Did you guys fucking drug me last night? What the fuck am i doing here? I'm calling the cops.

(Camera follows Katy as she gets up off sofa and looks around for a phone)

Joe: There's a cordless out on the patio. I think it might be dead though.

(Camera switches to face shot of katy. She sneers and then sits back down on the couch cross her legs and puts her chin in her hands)

Katy: Give me a fucking cigarette at least.

(Camera to View from screen door. Joe and Josh look at each other and then fumble around looking for their packs in their pockets. Joe grabs his first and then tosses them to Katy on the couch)

Josh: Need a light?

(Camera switches to face shot of Katy who pulls out a book of matches and lights her cigarette. She tosses the pack back to Joe and takes a long, deep drag then exhales.)

(Camera switches to view from screen door)

Katy: Who the fuck are you? Where the fuck am I?

Joe: This is Josh and I'm Joe. We were outside smoking a joint when we noticed you on the couch. For all we know you could have snuck in while we were sleeping. Did you party here last night?

(Camera switches to face shot of Katy)

Katy: I don't know. The last thing I remember is being at the Lakers game last night.

(Camera switches to headshot of Joe and Josh who stare at each other perplexed)

(Camera back to view from screen door)

Josh: You know someone in the frachise? Someone who works in the office?

Katy: No, I just went to the game last night with a friend of mine and the next thing I know i'm laying here on this couch with the two of you staring at me.

(Camera switches to headshot of Joe and Josh)

Joe: I'm pretty sure the Lakers didn't play last night.

Josh: I'm really sure they didn't play last night. It's August, they don't even have a scrimage until October.

(Camera switches to view from screen door)

Katy: August? Fuck you guys, I'm really calling the cops.

(Katy stands up and quickly eyes the room for a phone)

Joe: Just sit down, man. Can I get you a drink? Water, coffee, soda, something?

(Camera switches to following Katy around the apartment while she grabs several magazines off the coffee table looking at the dates,looks at the calender on the wall, grabs the remote and switches it to the weather channel and in disbelief gapes open her mouth and slowly sits down on the floor infront of the TV)

(Camera switches to view from behind Katy toward TV as weather man points to various places on the map behind him.)

TV: And that's your travel weather for Tuesday August 22, 2010.

(Camera switches back to face shot of Katy still in disbelief)

Katy: What is wrong with this fucking man? Why did he say it's August 22nd? What the fuck does that suppose to mean?

(Camera switches to headshot of Joe and Josh staring at each other. Joe turns and faces the camera)

Joe: Well, because it is August 22nd. What day do you want it to be?

(Camera switches to Katy with some tears coming down her face. She's trembling)

Katy: It's July, 2005. I don't know what you guys have done to me but, I'm getting out of here. This is too fucked up!

(Camera switches to view of apartment from outside front door with door closed. Door opens violently and Katy storms out and off camera to the right. Joe and Josh peer after her and then look at each other. They shut the door and the camera switches to from the screen door over the patio and down to the street. Joe and Josh coming running into frame and watch as Katy enters the frame walking down the street away from the camera)

Josh: If it gets too weird for you out there you can come back here and try to cope with the fact that it's August 2010.

(Camera switches to view of Joe and Josh on patio as Joe lights up another joint)

Josh: What the hell do you think was with her?

(Camera switches to view of Joe and Josh on the patio from the left. Joe turns to Josh and the camera and stares confused, passes the joint to Josh and holds his hit in deep.)

Joe: You don't buy her story?

(Camera switches to right side of pair on patio. Josh turns to Joe and Camera, hits joint, looks out across street to ocean and then turns and faces Joe again)

Josh: What's there to believe? We wake up to find some passed out chick on our couch. She wakes up, doesn't know what she did or who she did it with, feels embarrassed wants to make sure that neither of us try to console her or make her feel committed to hanging around so she acts all crazy comes up with some story and jets out of here like an idiot.

(Camera switches to left veiw of patio)

Joe: You think?

(Camera switches to right view of the patio)

Josh: Joe, what the hell is wrong with you? Yes that's what I think, yes that's what happened. She woke up thought she fucked up made herself look crazy and split knowing that neither of us would chase after her because she's CRAZY!

(Camera switches to left view of patio as Josh passes joint to Joe)

Joe: Well, that makes sense. Look there's James.

(Joe hits joint as camera switches to view from patio looking at the street were James walks across looking up at camera)

James: That better not be the one I told you to roll for us, mutha-fuckas.

Joe: Fuck you.

(Joe laughs as he exhales and passes the joint to Josh.)

(Camera switches to view of apartment from screen door and James opens the front door, walks out to the patio and the camera switches to view of patio from screen door. Josh hands James the joint)

James: Well, call J dot and Jack. You guys should practice for this show a little more than normal.

(James takes a few drags of the joint)

James: I've been working on this contact for too long to have you guys pull out a cover set because you're too drunk to play anything good. Remember what happened with the rep from reprise? He told me to go fuck myself after ten minutes of listening to you guys try to cover Neil Young.

(James takes a few more drags off the joint and then passes it to Joe)

Joe: You might as well finish it, James, you practically killed it anyway. Look at that fucking thing, all wet and sloppy looking. I know Josh didn't hand it to you looking like that.

(Camera to headshot of James)

James: Fuck you.

(Camera to front view of patio. James takes a huge drag and then grinds it out under his foot on the patio)

James: You guys want to go to the beach?

(Joe and Josh look at each other, shrug and walk into the apartment behind James)

(Camera switches to a barroom in Hollywood, there are a handfull of people sparatically drinking at the bar and a few people gathered around tables around the bar. A waiter can be seen walking a tray of food from camera left to camera right. He stops at one of the tables and serves the items on his tray to three men sitting at the table, one of them is Mr. Thomas.)

(Camera zooms in on table and mumbled conversation becomes clearer, Mr. Thomas is talking)

(Camera switches to view from across the table from Mr. Thomas)

Mr. Thomas: So I meet the agent for this band Planet 22, totally had the wrong idea about these guys. Their sound is... new, it's different; it's not your typical shit that sells to the radio world. They've been at it for fourteen years, I figure they'd have some small time hot shot from L.A. handling their business, trying to sell this shit to me and it turns out to be this thirty something guy. He smlls like he just put out a joint and he didn't even have a tie on.

(Mr. Thomas sips his cocktail and looks at his food unpleased)

(Camera swithches to wide shot of bar wit Mr. Thomas' back facing the camera)

Mr. Thomas: What is this shit Susan?

(Bartender looks up while mixing a drink)

(Camera switches to view of table from Bar)

Mr. Thomas: I've been coming here for over ten years and you try to serve me some shit that looks like it was made down the fucking street.

(Camera switches to wide shot of bar)

Susan: What's wrong with it Rob? I'll have the boys in the back make you a new one if you'd like.

(Camera switches to view of table from the bar)

Mr. Thomas: The sandwich is on white bread, I asked for wheat toast. The Fries look like they were in a brown bag over night and there's fuckng Mayo all over this thing. Just get me a chef salad, damn it.

(Mr. Thomas sips his cocktail again, slamming the glass down on the table. He lifts the plate up in the air as the waiter returns to the table and takes it away)

Waiter: I'll be right back with your salad, sir.

(Camera switches to view of Mr.Thomas from across the table)

Mr. Thomas: Thanks alot. See if you guys can't fuck up a chef's salad.

(Camera switches to shot from behind Mr. Thomas and pans around the table clockwise showing the faces of the other two men at the table while Mr. Thomas speaks)

Mr. Thomas: So, I tell this guy, who must have been still drunk from the night before, that I'll catch their show on the 15th at the Knitting Factory. After he leaves I get a call from Bobby. He says that Some chick who claims to be Katy called him. She said she woke up in some apartment in Laguna with two dudes and can't remeber how she got there. She starts crying and saying that she's scared and claims that she doesn't remeber a fucking thing from the night she left him until this morning. I ask Bobby if he told her to go fuck herself adn what does he say? He said that he sent a limo to go pick her up. I called John and told him if he went and picked her up that I'd break his fucking legs.

(Camera switches to view of table from overhead, dead center)

Mr. Thomas: Bobby calls me back and asks me why John was busy. Bobby I told him not to go pick her up and I guess that's the best excuse he could come up with; I'm busy. What I want you two to do is take a ride with John to get Katy and see what the hell she has to say for herself. If she has something to say, listen. Don't ask too many questions, just get the scoop and have her dropped off at my office. Try to find out where she was in Laguna and pay those gentlemen a visit. Use force if you have to, find out what those two guys do and what they did with her. If everything checks out, cool. If anything seems fishy take them for a ride and see what you can get out of them. Got it?

(Camera Fades out)

(Camera fades in on front door of Joe and Josh's apartment. You can hear Joe, Josh and James runnnig around inside opening drawers and moving tables around before Joe finally comes to the door opens it and sticks his head out.)

Joe: Can I help you?

Man 1: Have you seen this woman lately?

(Man 1 holds up polaroid of Katy as Camera switches to view from open door)

Joe: What are you guys Feds?

(Man 1 looks at man 2 and motions with his head to go in. Man 2 pushes door open and Joe out of the way. Man 1 and man 2 walk into apartment as camera switches to view from screen door)

James: If you guys are cops you better show some ID really fucking fast. We don't know that fucking chick.

(Man 2 getsures for James to sit down on the couch and then gestures Joe and Josh to join him. They all sit as camera switches to view of three sitting on couch with Man 1 and Man 2 standing in front of them)

Man 2: This woman's name is Katy Thomas. She ran out on Bobby Thomas 5 years ago, not a trace has been seen or heard of her until this morning. Why after 5 years would she mysteriously pop up in this shit hole?

Man 1: What my associate is trying to say is; Why out of all the places she could run to did she come here?

(Camera switches to view from front door. Man 2 starts walking around looking at pictures on the wall, trash on the floor, items ontop of amps, etc)

Man 1: Let's hold that question for a second and consider this. Mrs. Thomas runs out on her husband taking everything but the cash from his wallet. She cleared out his checking accounts, his savings accounts and cashed in his bonds. She leaves him while taking over 300 thousand dollars, she won. She ripped him off and does a damn good job of hiding until this morning. Now for us to believe you have no idea who she is is a little hard to believe; won't you agree.

(Camera switches to Man 2)

Man 2: Let's take them for a ride Jimmy. What do you say boys? Wanna go for a ride?

Josh: We could just stay here, you do have our attention. I don't see the need for a ride anywhere, we could talk about this on the beach...

Man 1: Let's get our shit together boys, the driver's waiting.

(Camera switches to view of the street infront of the apartment building. There is a Limo parked infront and man 1 and man 2 escort Joe, Josh and James into it. Man 2 walks around limo and gets in on the other side as Man 1 gets in on the street side. The doors close and the Limo pulls away.)

(Camera switches to view of two men sitting on the seat across from Joe, Josh and James. They both lean forward and address the driver)

Man 1: David could you put up the privacy glass and drive to the studio. Thanks.

(Camera switches to view of the driver who hits a button and the privacy glass rolls up)

(Camera switches back to two men)

Man 2: I'm not sure that you understand the situation at hand fellows. Mr. Thomas is a very understanding man. Very understanding.