More Strut

VARIOUS SHOTS OF APARTMENT: Bare walls… Piles of books… Stacks of surf mags… Crates of vinyl… A crappy old couch… A table littered with various alcohol & drug related paraphernalia… A single struggling plant by the window…

We find DUDE sitting on his stack of speakers rolling a big joint. There is a bottle of beer resting beside him and his lips are puckered in concentration. We stay LONG AND LOCKED and admire his skills. DUDE takes his time, rolling with great care. He licks the glue-strip real slow, from centre to left, then center to right, then twists the end and holds up the joint to examine his work. It is long, conical and perfect. Satisfied, he flips his BIC and as flame meets paper, UP V/O.

DUDE

(Voice-over as he smokes)

I’ve got this Mexican buddy who
lives in France… heads up to
Amsterdam once every few months
to stock up. He says it’s impossible
to get weed in La Republique… good
weed anyway. It’s all poor street
-grade hashish that’s been stomped
on so many times you gotta burn it
for an hour just to break a little bit
off. Shit, they call it… Sheet. Might
as well smoke the cap from a BIC pen.
Stuff gives you a huge fucking head-
ache. No thanks he says, I’ll take my
chances bringing it back on the TGV.
He grinds it up a little, puts it in a
plastic baggie, flattens it out and
sticks in an empty CD case. Seals the
whole thing with toothpaste and some
Scotch tape et voila… From Amster-
dam to France to Toronto, tac-tac-tac,
just like that… the mail is a beautiful
thing.

DUDE grabs his beer, takes a nice long swig, then jumps down - bottle and joint in hand.

DUDE

(V/O continued)

So very very nice to have friend’s
over-seas.

From his perfect landing he walks over to his turntables, grabs another new piece of vinyl and mixes it in with the existing track. We PUSH into the spinning black, hold for a few seconds, then PULL OUT and TILT UP to reveal…