Fade In:

INT. DAVID LIVING ROOM - DAY

LARRY sits on the couch watching Windtalkers on his

television. CHERYL walks in and stands by the window. She

holds her phone and texts away on it madly. Every so often

she glances out the window.

LARRY

How close is he?

CHERYL

I don’t know. He said he left ten

minutes ago. I’ll ask him.

Cheryl’s head darts back down to her phone. She types with

the utmost urgency. She smiles and giggles softly.

LARRY

Wait, don’t text him.

Cheryl doesn’t realize that he’s talking to her.

LARRY

Don’t text him if he’s driving.

I’ve driven with Ted, he’ll hit a

kid.

Cheryl’s head stays down. She still doesn’t acknowledge that

Larry is talking to her. Larry attempts to gauge how much

she’s paying attention.

LARRY

Probably a black kid, because Ted

hates black people.

CHERYL

(not looking at Larry)

Ted’s a great driver.

Larry grows disinterested with the conversation and leaves

her be. He focuses on Windtalkers. After a short

while, Danson’s car pulls up in front of the house.

CHERYL

Well, I’ll see you later.

Cheryl goes to the closet to put on her coat. Larry goes

back to watching Windtalkers, but looks distracted.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 2.

LARRY

Hold on, I’m coming.

CHERYL

What?

LARRY

Just let me get my shoes on.

CHERYL

(in sassy disbelief)

You want to go shopping...with Ted

and I?

Larry stands up.

CHERYL

Ted and I?

LARRY

What else am I gonna do, just watch

Windtalkers all day like some

loser? Let’s go.

Cheryl shrugs. They both put on their coats and leave.

INT. SHOE STORE - DAY

Larry and Cheryl stand in the men’s section looking at

sneakers. Larry has on a pair of bright white shoes.

Enthused, he models the shoes for Cheryl.

LARRY

Well, whatcha think?

CHERYL

I think they’re a little much.

LARRY

A little much? They’re on sale.

CHERYL

I mean...they’re a little white.

Larry looks down at them.

CHERYL

I’m not sure you’re really a white

shoes guy.

Larry looks discouraged.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 3.

LARRY

I’m definitely a white shoes guy.

Cheryl goes over to a pair of sad looking grey shoes and

carries them to Larry.

CHERYL

What about these?

Larry takes one look at the shoes and throws his arms up in

disgust.

LARRY

This is hurtful! I can’t believe

you! I’m not a white shoes guy? I

used to only buy white shoes.

Twenty years. All white shoes. All

the time. White shoes all the time!

CHERYL

I don’t know Larry, they’re,

they’re just a little too strong.

LARRY

You don’t know what you’re talking

about. Let’s get Danson over here.

Danson!

CHERYL

(embarrassed)

Larry...

DANSON walks over. Cheryl drops her head and looks down at

her phone.

LARRY

(attracting Danson’s

attention)

Eh!? Eh?!

Larry sticks out his foot, modeling the sneaker for Ted.

DANSON

They’re nice. I like em’.

LARRY

You don’t think they’re too white

for me?

DANSON

God, not at all. Great shoes.

Larry gives Cheryl an, "I told you so" look.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 4.

LARRY

Cheryl says I’m not a white shoes

guy.

DANSON

Definitely a white shoes guy. Are

you kidding? A white shoes guy if

there ever was one.

Larry smiles at Danson as though all of the wrongs Danson

has done to him have vanished.

LARRY

Thanks Ted.

DANSON

Hey, do you mind if I try them on?

LARRY

Okay?

Larry takes off his right shoe and hands it to Danson.

Danson looks at it as if he were inspecting gold. Larry

looks on confused. Danson sits down and takes off his shoe,

revealing his sock. It’s filthy, more grey than white. Larry

looks at it in horror.

LARRY

Hold on. Hold on. How about I just

get you your own pair?

DANSON

Huh? Why?

LARRY

I just...don’t want to get them

dirty so soon.

DANSON

Don’t worry Larry, my feet are

clean.

LARRY

Yeah, I believe that. But

it’s...it’s the socks.

DANSON

What?

LARRY

You’ve got dirty socks Ted.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 5.

DANSON

LD, what are you talking about? My

socks are fine.

LARRY

Ted, I’ve seen your socks. They’re

anything but fine.

Larry scratches his upper lip.

LARRY

You’ve got dirty socks.

DANSON

(harsher)

Larry, my socks are fine. They’re

perfectly fine.

LARRY

I hear what you’re saying, but

there’s a pair of dirty socks in

this row and they don’t belong to

me.

Danson and Larry have a classic stare down. The two men size

each other up. Ted takes his right foot and shoves it

forcefully into Larry’s shoe. Larry grimaces in pain as

though Ted was stomping on his heart. Cheryl is on her phone

and misses the whole thing.

INT. DANSON’S CAR

Larry is in the back seat of Danson’s car. Cheryl is upfront

in the passenger seat next to Ted. Cheryl’s phone beeps and

she looks down, laughs.

LARRY

Can I see?

CHERYL

Huh?

LARRY

I want to see what’s so funny.

CHERYL

I don’t think you’d find it very

funny, Larry.

LARRY

Just let me see the text.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 6.

CHERYL

It’s not a text, it’s a Facebook

notification. Wanda commented on

one of my statuses.

DANSON

Cheryl has the best statuses Larry.

They’re so funny.

CHERYL

Thanks, Ted.

Larry scratches his head.

LARRY

What’s a status?

CHERYL

You wouldn’t understand.

Larry shuts up and Ted keeps driving. Both Danson’s phone

and Cheryl’s phone beep and they both laugh and laugh. Larry

slinks down in his seat, embarrassed to be out of the loop.

EXT. DAVID HOUSE

Larry and Cheryl get out of the car. Cheryl waves goodbye to

Danson. Larry is still pissed. Danson drives away.

LARRY

Can you believe that guy?

CHERYL

What? What happened?

LARRY

He shoved his foot into my shoe

when I told him not to. He probably

dirtied up my new shoes with his

crummy socks.

CHERYL

Larry, what are you talking about?

LARRY

(almost to himself)

It’s not about the feet. It’s about

the socks and Danson’s socks are

the worst I’ve ever seen. It’s like

he picks cotton in those socks.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 7.

CHERYL

Jesus, take it easy. I thought his

socks looked fine. They were

perfectly clean.

LARRY

Of course you’d say that, you

didn’t see. You’ve been on your

phone all day.

CHERYL

Larr’, it hasn’t been all day.

LARRY

All day!

Larry takes off his old shoes and puts on his new ones.

CHERYL

What are you doing?

LARRY

Going to Jeff’s. I need to wear

these in.

He takes some trial steps in them, grimaces.

LARRY

They feel kind of funny.

CHERYL

They look kind of funny.

Larry waves off Cheryl’s comment and walks to his car.

CUT TO:

EXT. JEFF’S HOUSE

Establishing shot of Jeff’s house.

INT. JEFF’S HOUSE

JEFF opens the door and lets Larry in.

JEFF

Hey, how’s it going?

LARRY

Eh’.

They start walking towards Jeff’s home office. Jeff looks

down at Larry’s feet.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 8.

JEFF

New shoes?

LARRY

Yeah.

JEFF

They’re so white.

Larry gives Jeff a look as they walk through the door to

Jeff’s home office. The office manages to be both messy and

official looking.

LARRY

I need you to make me a Facebook.

JEFF

What?

Jeff sits down behind his desk and Larry sits on the other

side of it.

LARRY

Cheryl and Danson have one. They

talk about the thing like they’re

speaking a different language. It’s

like they’re Windtalkers or

something.

JEFF

Were you watching that too?!

LARRY

Yeah, it was on after lunch.

JEFF

You like it?

LARRY

God no, it’s terrible.

JEFF

The dumbest thing ever.

LARRY

So stupid. I can’t believe that

exists.

(and then)

So get me started.

JEFF

Are you sure that you want one?

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 9.

LARRY

Yes, I already told you I want one.

JEFF

I’m just trying to be sure, I

don’t want you to do something

you’ll regret later. Once I make

it, I make it forever.

LARRY

Yes, I’m sure. If Cheryl’s funny

on it, I want to see.

JEFF

Her statuses are so funny.

They’re great. I love her statuses.

LARRY

See, I don’t know what that

means. That needs to change. Set me

up.

Larry gets out of his chair and walks to the other side of

the desk. He looks at the computer while Jeff types the

proper information in the fields. It takes about fifteen

seconds. They are greeted with a blank Facebook page with no

information on it.

LARRY

(skeptical)

Wait, this is it? This is the

Facebook I hear about?

JEFF

You have to customize it first,

this is just how it looks when it

starts.

LARRY

Alright, so what do I do?

JEFF

Well, you’re going to need

a picture to show people what

you look like.

LARRY

Like my driver’s license?

JEFF

No like a picture that’s on

the computer,one of you having fun

or something.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 10.

LARRY

Can we just use my driver’s

license?It’s the only picture I

have with me.

JEFF

OK. If you want.

Jeff takes the license and scans it into his computer. It

uploads into Facebook and we see Larry’s picture. He has

slightly more hair, but is looking away from the camera,

making for a horrible photo.

LARRY

OK, great. Now what?

JEFF

You’ve got to change your

relationship status. Right now it

says that you’re single.

LARRY

But I’m not single, I’m married.

JEFF

You have to change it.

LARRY

How do I do that?

JEFF

You have to switch it to

married,and then ask Cheryl whether

she wants to be in a relationship

with you.

LARRY

But I already did that when

I proposed, we’ve been married

for ten years. Facebook should

know this.

JEFF

That’s not how it works. You

have to ask her on Facebook.

Larry looks like he’s already fed up with this whole thing.

LARRY

How do I do that?

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 11.

JEFF

First you have to become her

friend, then you have to send her a

message asking her to be in a

relationship with you.

LARRY

But I don’t want to be friends with

Cheryl. She’s not my friend. She’s

my wife.

JEFF

Well that’s just --

LARRY

(interrupting)

I mean, I love her, but she’s not

really my friend. It’s not like we

watch basketball together or talk

about tits.

JEFF

I don’t know Lar--

LARRY

(interrupting)

I tried to talk about tits with her

once, when we started dating, was

not a good idea. I’d rather leave

her out of the friend zone.

JEFF

Facebook is useless without

friends. Trust me.

Larry looks at the screen, but is intimidated by all of it.

LARRY

You do all this friend stuff for

me. It’s giving me a head ache. If

you think I’m friends with them,

make them my friend. Do whatever it

is you people do.

Larry takes a step to leave, then winces in pain.

JEFF

You alright?

LARRY

Yeah, I’m okay. My heel hurts. I

think I cut it.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 12.

JEFF

How would you cut your heel? You

just got here.

LARRY

I don’t know. It might be the new

shoes, the heels might be rubbing.

JEFF

That used to happen to me. But then

I got into wearing thick socks.

Never happened again. Highly

recommend thick socks.

LARRY

You’re telling me. Thick socks

since 92’.

Larry lifts his pant leg to show his socks, turns to walk

away. He turns back around in fury.

LARRY

Danson!

JEFF

What?

LARRY

Danson jammed his foot into my shoe

when I was trying them on. He did

this! He ruined the heel! Danson!

Larry angrily limps out the door.

CUT TO:

INT. DAVID LIVING ROOM

Larry clomps through the door. Cheryl sits on the couch

watching Windtalkers. She’s on the phone though, so she’s

only half paying attention.

LARRY

God, what is it with this

Windtalkers movie?

Cheryl doesn’t pay attention.

LARRY

Danson broke my shoe.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 13.

CHERYL

So what’s this about you making a

Facebook?

Larry is caught off guard.

LARRY

I wanted to see those statuses or

whatever you and Ted said were so

funny.

Cheryl gives him a look, then goes back into her phone.

LARRY

Are you my friend on it yet? I told

Jeff to make me people my friends.

CHERYL

I’ll do it after dinner.

Larry leaves the room and walks to his computer room. He

sits behind a desk and turns his desktop on. He sees that

Lewis has posted something on his wall. "Hey LD, you still

up for lunch tomorrow? Let me know." Larry sees that it was

posted a few minutes ago and takes out his phone, calls

Lewis.

SPLIT BETWEEN LARRY AND LEWIS

LEWIS is sitting on his couch with the a laptop next to him.

He’s also watching Windtalkers on the television.

LARRY

Lewis. Hey.

LEWIS

What’s up LD?

LARRY

What time do you want to get lunch?

LEWIS

I can’t talk now Larry, just post

it on my wall.

LARRY

What? Why? I’m talking to you now.

LEWIS

Larry, I’m busy. Just post it on my

wall.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 14.

LARRY

If you’re so busy, how did you find

the time to write it? You wrote

it...six minutes ago. Six minutes

ago!

LEWIS

Just comment on it. I’m watching

Windtalkers. I’m busy.

LARRY

This is ridiculous.

Larry moves the phone away from his ear, hangs it up.

LEWIS

Post it on my wall LD! Post it on

my wall!

INT. DAVID BEDROOM - NIGHT

Cheryl is tucked in, but still on her phone. Larry is

changing for bed. He goes to say something to his wife, but

gives up. She won’t pay attention to whatever it is.

He takes off his shoe and we see that it’s drenched in

blood. It’s a bloody sock. Larry looks at his foot

horrified.

LARRY

Cheryl, my God, will you look at

this!

Cheryl looks up from the phone.

CHERYL

Jesus, Larry, what happened?

LARRY

Danson shoved his foot into my

shoe. He ruined the shoe. This is

his fault.

CHERYL

Don’t be ridiculous.

LARRY

I’m not being ridiculous. He jammed

it in when I told him not to. I

told him not to it and then he did.

A beat.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 15.

LARRY

Danson raped my shoe.

CHERYL

Larry, come on.

LARRY

NO! Ted Danson is a rapist. He

raped my shoe like the thug he is

and he doesn’t even care.

Cheryl rolls her eyes, goes back to her phone. Larry looks

at his sock.

LARRY

I look like Curt Schilling or

something.

He gets in a pitchers stance, pretends to wind up.

LARRY

Eh, you don’t know who that is.

INT. DAVID LIVING ROOM - DAY

Larry is browsing Facebook and finds that everyone he

requested is his friend now. Everyone except for Cheryl. He

looks pleased in spite of her absence.

He leaves the computer and limps over to the couch.

LARRY

I have Facebook friends now. 38 of

them. Not too shabby if I say so

myself.

CHERYL

(patronizing)

That’s great, Larry

LARRY

I would figure that I’d have five,

maybe six. But 38! That’s

incredible. I feel like I’m the

most popular kid in school. How

many do you have?

CHERYL

Don’t, Larr.

LARRY

Come on, tell me.

Cheryl sighs.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 16.

CHERYL

Five hundred and fifty.

Larry is blown away.

LARRY

What?! You’ve gotta be kidding me.

CHERYL

It’s somewhere around there.

LARRY

That’s ridiculous. You don’t even

know five hundred and fifty people.

How can you be friends with that

many people? It’s impossible. No

one’s friends with five hundred and

fifty people!

CHERYL

Well, I am.

Larry moves in closer, interrogating her.

LARRY

Where did you meet these people?

CHERYL

Some are from school, some are

relatives, some from around town.

You know.

This destroys Larry’s pride in himself.

LARRY

You shouldn’t have that many.

That’s nothing but lying. I know

that you’re more social than I am,

but that’s obscene. If I’m giving

you the benefit of the doubt, I’d

say you should have...one hundred

and twenty. One hundred and twenty

friends. And that’s being generous.

A beat.

LARRY

And you still haven’t friend

accepted me yet!

CHERYL

Larry, please.

Larry opens the front door.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 17.

LARRY

ACCEPT ME!

He slams it.

INT. DINER

Lewis is sitting in one of the booth seats and Larry limps

into the diner. Lewis is looking at the menu, he looks

surprised to see Larry hobbling. He notices his very white

shoes.

LEWIS

(lowering an eyebrow)

White shoes?

LARRY

What about them?

LEWIS

Nothing, I like them. They’ll look

really good with that pair of

Mickey Mouses gloves that you just

bought.

Larry sits down at the table.

LARRY

Hey, what the hell was that last

night? Comment on it? What does

that mean?

LEWIS

LD, it’s just how it works. If I

post on your wall, you answer on

your wall. That’s how it is.

LARRY

Whatever, don’t pull that again.

LEWIS

It’s good to know you’re in such a

great mood.

LARRY

I’m sorry. I just had a thing with

Cheryl and my foot is killing me.

LEWIS

What’s wrong?

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 18.

LARRY

Well, I went shoe shopping with

Danson and--

LEWIS

(interrupting)

No, with Cheryl.

LARRY

She doesn’t want to be my Facebook

friend.

LEWIS

Really?

LARRY

Everyone else became my friend in

like an hour. I feel kind of weird

about being her friend on it

anyway. I mean, we’re not friends.

LEWIS

It’s not like you talk about tits

with her.

LARRY

That’s what I said.

(and then)

The only reason I made the stupid

thing is so I could see her

statuses.

LEWIS

Oh my God, LD, they’re so funny.

It’s like she’s mastered the art of

Facebook.

LARRY

That’s what I’ve been hearing.

Wait, you’re Facebook friends with

her? Can I see her statuses from

your phone?

Lewis takes out his phone and hands it to Larry. Larry reads

and looks mortified.

LARRY

What is this? "Going to gym, hope I

don’t smell too bad. LOL? Thought

about getting a cat, wonder how

Larry would feel about that? LOL?

Watching Windtalkers LOLOLOLOL!?"

What is this?

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 19.

We see that Lewis is losing his shit on the other side of

the booth. He can’t stop laughing.

LEWIS

Oh, it’s too much!

LARRY

What’s so funny about any of that?

There’s no joke there. That’s just

what she did yesterday. She’s just

laughing at her own jokes.

Larry motions the phone, getting Lewis to look at the

screen.

LARRY

And what is this shit? Danson wrote

L-M-F-A-O under all of her posts.

What does that mean?

LEWIS

It means that he thinks it’s funny.

LARRY

Well it’s not. It’s stupid.

LEWIS

You can write anything on Facebook

as long as you finish the sentence

with LOL.

Larry logs onto his Facebook account.

LARRY

This is so stupid, I have no idea

what to do with this thing. What

should I make my first status?

LEWIS

Just write what you’re thinking.

That’s how it works.

Larry thinks intently and writes something out on Lewis’

phone. Lewis takes the phone and looks horrified.

LEWIS

"My foot hurts and Ted Danson is a

rapist LOL?"

Larry looks pleased.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 20.

LEWIS

You can’t call Danson a rapist on

Facebook. People will see that. You

have to change it.

LARRY

No, it’s what I’m feeling, and

Danson is a rapist. I’m merely

reciting fact. Also, I wrote LOL,

so it should be fine.

INT. DAVID LIVING ROOM - DAY

Larry walks into the living room and sits down on the couch.

Windtalkers is on TV again. As soon as he sits down he gets

back up. Walks to the computer room.

LARRY

How is this the only thing that’s

on?

Larry turns on the computer and checks his E-mail. Ten

messages, nine from Facebook, one from Danson.

He logs onto Facebook and he clicks around the screen and

sees that all Hell has broken loose under his status.

Everyone has commented about how mean it was or how uncool

it was. Everyone except for LEON, who wrote, "Fuck Yeah LD

CHEERS SUCKZ DICKZ ANYWAYYYYYYYZ BLACK PEOPLE DON’T LIKE

CHEERS." Larry smiles and then comments under Leon’s

comment. "Thanks Leon." Then he makes a new comment under

that. "Lol." He then goes back to his E-mail and reads the

message that Danson sent to him. In the message Danson

demands an apology.

Cheryl walks into the room.

LARRY

Can you believe this guy? Danson

ruins my shoe, and now he wants an

apology.

CHERYL

Of course he does, Larry. What you

wrote was awful. You need to

apologize.

LARRY

No, I refuse to. He raped me and he

expects an apology? Absolutely not.

A beat.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 21.

LARRY

Wait, you saw the status.

Cheryl sighs.

LARRY

That means that you friended me!

You’re my friend now! You’re my

friend!

Cheryl nods, but also looks a bit guilty. Larry’s demeanor

noticeably improves.

LARRY

Okay, I’ll apologize. Can you drive

me though? My foot’s killing me and

I don’t think I can work the pedal.

CHERYL

Okay, but I’m gonna have to drop

you off. I’m getting lunch with

Wanda.

INT. CHERYL’S CAR

Cheryl is driving and Larry is in the passenger seat. He

stares out the window anxiously, looking restless.

LARRY

Hey, can I check my Facebook on

your phone real quick?

Cheryl looks surprised.

CHERYL

Larry, you seem to be quite the

Facebooker.

LARRY

What can I say? Sometimes you just

hit the ground running.

She passes him her phone. Larry looks at it for a few

second, then shows a confused expression.

LARRY

Huh? That’s weird. You said you

friended me, but I only have 38

friends. What’s that about?

CHERYL

I don’t know, someone might have

defriended you.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 22.

LARRY

What does that mean? Did someone

die?

CHERYL

No, it probably means they didn’t

want to be your friend on Facebook

anymore.

LARRY

(building steam)

What? Is that real? That’s

horrible. Who would do something

like that? That’s the worst thing

I’ve ever heard? What kind of

monster would do something like

that?!

CHERYL

It’s not that bad.

LARRY

Yes it is, Cheryl. Yes it is. I

could never have any respect for

someone that does that.

Cheryl pulls the car up to Danson’s house. Larry gets out of

the car and limps towards the door. Danson opens it and

looks at Larry. He crosses his arms. Without speaking, he

leads Larry into the house.

INT. DANSON HOUSE

Danson leads Larry into his living room and they sit down on

comfortable chairs across from each other. Danson stares

daggers into Larry, while Larry looks down, defeated.

DANSON

Well...

Larry fidgets in his chair.

LARRY

I guess I should --

DANSON

(interrupting)

I was really hurt by your comments

today. They were uncalled for and

they were personal. When I was a

boy my sister was raped after

Church one Sunday.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 23.

Larry leans back in his chair, completely taken aback by

that statement. He didn’t see that coming.

LARRY

Oh my God.

DANSON

She would cry for hours about it.

She would cry herself to sleep

every night for a year. She can

never trust men now, Larry. Never.

Why in the world would you write

something like that on Facebook?!

LARRY

(ashamed)

You broke my shoe.

DANSON

What?

LARRY

You, uh, broke my shoe.

Danson looks confused.

LARRY

(proceeding with caution)

You shoved your foot into my shoe

when I told you not to and you

broke the heel of it.

Danson looks on, amazed with anger.

LARRY

But that was before I knew about

this! Ted, I’m sorry. If I had

known I would have never. I

apologize, it was wrong of me, I

thought if I wrote LOL it was okay.

Really Ted, I’m so sorry.

Danson looks a little less mad after the apology. He gets up

and paces around for a bit.

DANSON

It’s okay Larry. It’s okay. You

didn’t know. And, man, I’m sorry I

broke your shoe.

LARRY

Don’t be sorry Ted, it’s stupid.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 24.

DANSON

No really, you asked me not to and

I did it anyway.

LARRY

Well, yeah.

DANSON

How about this? I bought the same

pair of shoes that day, I’ll go get

them for you. Make amends. Start

fresh.

LARRY

No Ted, it’s okay. You really don’t

have to.

TED

No, I insist.

Danson leaves the room leaving Larry alone. He waits for a

few moments and Danson comes back with a pair of white

shoes. He hands them to Larry. Larry looks very happy and

takes off his shoes. He takes off his left shoe first, the

one that isn’t broken. Then he takes off the right one, the

broken one. Danson watches and sees Larry’s filthy right

sock and how it’s covered in blood. We see on his face that

he remembers how Larry called his socks dirty the day

before. Danson looks up at Larry in an angry and distrusting

way. Larry doesn’t get it. Danson walks over to Larry’s

left, clean shoe. Larry looks up at him terrified, pleading.

Danson picks up his foot with purpose and holds it in the

air.

LARRY

You wouldn’t.

Danson smiles maniacally and slams his foot down into

Larry’s left shoe.

LARRY

Serial Rapist! Serial Rapist!

TED

Get out of my house!

Larry gets up, collects his shoes and leaves.

25.

EXT. DANSON LAWN

Larry puts on his shoes. Both heels are ruined. He double

limps home.

INT. DAVID LIVING ROOM

Just getting home, Larry logs onto Facebook. He looks on

horrified as he reads Danson’s new status.

"LARRY DAVID’S WIFE DEFRIENDED HIM LOL."

Larry looks up from the screen, putting everything together.

Fade out:

THE END