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FADE IN:
INT. BLAKES AP'T- DAY
Blake lays on his couch reading a book in his underwear and a T-shirt. The door KNOCKS. Blake comes out of it but doesn't know what he heard. He goes back to reading. The door KNOCKS again. Blake sits up.

BLAKE
Hold on one second!
Blake finishes the passage and bookmarks his page. He gets up and goes to the door. He leans against the door to hear.
Who is it?

AL
It's Al.
(pause)
From the bbq.
(pause)
I came here with Gina?

BLAKE
Oh! Sure hold on.
Blake begins to open the door but realizes he has no pants on. He slams the door.
Crap! Sorry let me just put on some clothes.

AL
Oh, okay.
Blake grabs some pants off the couch and pulls them on. He opens the door while buttoning.
Thanks.
Al walks in.

BLAKE
So, what's up? Did you forget something?

AL
(pause)
No, you know. I was just in the neighborhood, and I anted to thank you, you know for the other night. I had a blast and Gina had a good time, too.

BLAKE
Oh-- well thanks. It's really not a big deal. How is Gina.

AL
Oh, you know. She's good, she's--- you mind if I sit?

BLAKE
Naw, go right ahead. Sorry about the mess.

AL
She's fine-- uh-- well--- she
Al begins to sob

BLAKE
Dude, what's up?

AL
I'm sorry man. Gina broke it off with me.
Blake is shocked and a little embarrassed.

BLAKE
Oh, I'm sorry, I had no idea you both were seeing each other.

AL
SEEING eachother? Man I was gonna marry that woman.
Blake is nervous.
Seven years I was with her. SEVEN YEARS!

BLAKE
Here, take this.
He grabs a water bottle from the table next to him.

AL
You have any beer?

BLAKE
It's nine in the mo-- nevermind. Now's a good time as any.
Blake grabs a beer from a 30 pack next to the couch.
Sometimes this stuff just happens. It's not right, it's not fair, but it just happens.

AL
But it was from out of nowhere, man. It was like being hit by a foul ball, totally out of left field.

BLAKE
I know, but it's not necessarily because you did something-- or maybe you did, I don't know-- but it could just be you both grew apart.

AL
(quickly)
She's banging some other dude.

BLAKE
(pause)
No! Do you know who?

AL
That's why I'm here.

BLAKE
(VERY nervous at this point)
What do you mean?

AL
The guy she's banging, she said he was at your bbq. And I was wondering if, you know, when I left, if you saw her hook up with some dude? I know you're her friend and all.

BLAKE
Yeah, but I can't say that I did see anything. I mean, if you remember I was pretty sloshed. I'd been dipping in the sauce since that afternoon.

AL
Shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!
Al starts banging his head with his hand. Blake stops him.

BLAKE
But maybe it's best you don't find him.

AL
What?

BLAKE
Well-- what I mean is-- what good is going to come from finding this guy? Huh? You're gonna what, beat his ass to a pulp?

AL
Probably kill him.

BLAKE
Ok, at most probably kill him.

AL
At least.

BLAKE
(pause)
Ok-- at LEAST probably kill him. But then what? Land yourself in jail and serve twenty-five to life and for what? Some broad?

AL
So what you're saying is, instead of killing the guy, just beat his ass?

BLAKE
YES! NO! No-- not quite. What I mean is-- what I'm trying to tell you is-- instead of violence, do something to attack her. Really PISS her off! Women are an emotional species. The one thing the can't stand is that fact that they're no longer wanted or needed.

AL
You know what? You're right. You're absolutely right? I'm going to screw with her heart the way she screwed with mine! I'm gonna fid some rebound chick, tell Gina to fuck off cuz I found some new chick to bang, and show Gina what it's like to be ignored and toyed with.

BLAKE
That a boy! Here let me go grab my wallet and I'll treat us to some breakfast.

AL
Thanks man.
Blake gets up and goes to his room.
BLAKE
(shouting to Al)
There's this great breakfast pace right on Times Square. It's kinda yuppy but it's probably the best food in Manhattan.

AL
Sweet deal. And maybe you can even help me out with whole project.

BLAKE
(pause)
Sure!
Blake's PHONE VIBRATES on the table in front of Al.

AL
Oh, hey you're phone's exploding.
(pause)
Al picks up the phone and opens it
It looks like a text! 'Hey there just thinking about you and the other night. Miss you!' Huh-- I know that number.
Al takes out his phone and scrolls through. He stops-- breathless.

BLAKE
Walking out of his bedroom
Allright, you ready to vamoos?

AL
You---

BLAKE
What? What does it say?
Blake grabs the phone and reads it. He is very nervous now.
I--I--

AL
YOU!

BLAKE
Shit!
Blake runs out his door, Al chases him.
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