JOHN unfolds his arm and after a short pause walks brusquely past us, the force of his departure making the refrigerator rock. A number of mundane domestic items come crashing down from the top of it. RICH stops crying as he surveys the mess, staring at the items, and lifts his gaze to look out at the window and the Manhattan skyline beyond.
Stoner (CONT'D)
Settle down, man...I poured nearly a whole bottle of x-lax into his food. Sucker lapped it all up real good. I hope he shits his lower intestine out. I was rolling a fuckin' blunt and I needed to take a shit myself, so I left it on the coffee table and when I got back it was gone and the damned mutt's snout was sniffing around for crumbs.
The Stoner jumps up from the chair and pulls two dish washing gloves from his pockets. He slips them over his hands and down his forearms and makes his way over to the steaming pile. The camera zooms in on the stoner's face from the crap's point of view. A look of utter disgust as a squishy sound is heard.
The camera then pans around to the house and gets closer to a window to the left of the door. It stops just before the glass so the audience is able to see into the bedroom. A younger boy (Stoner's brother) is sitting on his bed watching Family Guy on T.V. and smoking a freshly rolled joint. The Stoner's sack of ganja sits next to him on the bed.
Intro - A cheerful tune being whistled. (Not part of the scene, but music added.) The sun is shining. Birds are chirping. A beautiful day by anyone's standards. A row of brick buildings; apartments. Slight variations in colour, otherwise all identical. The music fades out. Clack clack. High heeled shoes striking pavement. A woman, SANDRA, dressed in a red business skirt and jacket walks down the sidewalk carrying a briefcase. Nose in the air. Eyes fixed ahead. Two or three kids are playing outside of their building, drawing with chalk on the pavement. She walks obliviously over their art, crushing a piece of pink sidewalk chalk under her heel.
The woman does not notice. She adjusts her sunglasses. Clearly she is too important for the world to interrupt. She passes a convenience store parking lot where some teenage boys are loitering. One of them whistles. Without blinking an eye, she raises her hand and gives him the finger. The other boys laugh. The camera now focuses on her ankles and feet, tracing her steps. As she approaches a cross-walk, we notice a large piece of gum left on the sidewalk just before the road. Back to full-view.
(unfortunately?) SANDRA is clearly unharmed. She continues across the road and down the sidewalk. We see her start to "shrink" into the distance, as the camera stays in place. The camera pans down. The sidewalk no longer has gum on it. Pan up again to the woman in the distance. Whistling music resumes.