Foot Models

EXT. CITY SIDEWALK - MORNING
Music in: Upbeat disco rhythm.
A pair of slacks and fine dress shoes chop back and forth.
The face of a beautiful man peers straight ahead. Extremely serious, he struts down the heavily populated sidewalk in a fine pin stripe suit.
Directly behind him walks Ryan, an extremely overweight male in his late twenties. He mimics the beautiful mans exact appearance and posture.
Ryan’s nostrils begin to flare. He quickly diverts his path into a small shop.
He quickly exits the shop talking on his ear piece, drinking a frappuccino, eating a donut, and smoking a cigarette.
RYAN
(loud) That’s not really my gig... I don’t care if it’s Christmas.
He checks his wrist watch while he continuous to walk down the sidewalk.
RYAN
Charity? When homeless people start paying my bills, I’ll start serving them soup.
He catches a glimpse of himself in a window. He makes several sexy faces while checking himself out in the mirror.
RYAN
I have to go. I’m in the middle of something really important.
He pushes a button on his ear piece, ending the call.
As he approaches a street corner, an elderly woman in a wheel chair rolls over his foot.
Music out: Upbeat disco rhythm.
Ryan lets out a horrific yell. Dropping his drink and half eaten donut, he leans against a building grabbing his bare foot.
RYAN
OMG... OMG!
OLD WOMAN
I’m sorry my dear. I’m having trouble seeing out of my left eye.
RYAN
I need pictures. Pictures are good.

He takes several pictures of his foot with his cell phone. He looks down and notices the wheel chair is stuck on top of his shoe.
He pushes the wheel chair over on its side, throwing the old woman onto the ground.
He puts his shoes back on and walks closer to the old woman.
OLD WOMAN
My new hip.
RYAN
Your hip! What about my money maker.
OLD WOMAN
If you help me up I’ll buy you some cup cakes.
RYAN
First it was your hip and now you poking fun at my weight. What’s your name? Better yet where do you live?
The old woman stands up and dust herself off.
RYAN
You have insurance on that wheel chair? I might have to rehab.
WHEEL CHAIR LADY
Nevermind your foot, fat boy! You pushed me down.

RYAN
Your too old to be driving that yourself. You shouldn't be behind those wheels, someone should be pushing you...
Ryan fires up a cigarett.
RYAN
You know what... (he exhales) forget it. Your probably rolling without insurance like a criminal.
Ryan exhales a large cloud of smoke and gathers himself.
Music in: Upbeat disco rhythm.
A look of self righteousness devours his demeanor as he proceeds down the sidewalk. He cocks his head to the side.
RYAN
(to himself) Ain't a thang!
EXT. -- THROUGH A LUXURY SKY RISE WINDOW -- CONTINUOUS
Deen, a sweaty obese male in his late twenties, brutally jogs on a treadmill.
INT. -- SKY RISE APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS
Still jogging, he takes a drink of water while reading the bible. The treadmill alerts him that his 2 minute work out is over.
Steeping off the treadmill, he grabs his water bottle and takes a drink.
INT. -- HALLWAY -- CONTINUOUS
He walks down a hallway that is lined with several cheesy and unflattering pictures of him and his grandma.
INT. -- LIVING ROOM -- CONTINUOUS
Ryan exits the kitchen holding a tub of hot water and random skin treatment bottles.
Taking the nearby towel he blots off the sweat from in between his manicured and perfectly tanned toes. He places his awkwardly, beautiful feet inside the tub of water.
Cramming the towel down his pants, he continues to dry off the line of sweat that runs down his butt.
Without consideration he takes the now completely wet towel and wipes off his face.
Exhausted, he takes a seat on a leather couch and turns the T.V. on.
EXT. -- CITY SIDE WALK -- CONTINUOUS
Ryan continues to strut down the sidewalk smoking his cigarette. His phone rings.
RYAN
What!
STEPHAN
Ryan my man, it’s Stephan.
RYAN
How are you and your hair doing.
STEPHAN
Impressive as usual.
RYAN
Listen, what do you think about me getting into a new style of modeling.
EXT. -- POOL SIDE -- CONTINUOUS
Stephan, a high profile back of the head model, sits in a lawn chair with a mix drink in hand.
The view of the back of his head is so profound it demands to be seen at all times.
STEPHAN
Define field?
RYAN (O.S.)
I don’t know, back modeling...
Stephan grabs his forehead and shakes his head.
EXT. -- CITY SIDE WALK -- CONTINUOUS

Hello?
EXT. -- POOL SIDE -- CONTINUOUS
STEPHAN
No, I’m here. I was just having a deep thought.
Stephan takes a drink from his frozen Margarita.
EXT. -- CITY SIDEWALK -- CONTINUOUS
RYAN
Hold on a second I’m getting a BEEP.
Ryan pushes a button on his blue tooth.
RYAN
Talk to me.
INT. -- MARV’S OFFICE -- CONTINUOUS
A hot blonde sits behind an expensive desk with her feet propped on top.
MARV’S ASSISTANT
Marv told me to call and remind you about the meeting.
EXT. -- CITY SIDEWALK -- CONTINUOUS
RYAN
I’m on my way.
INT. -- MARV’S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
MARV’S ASSISTANT
Should I call your brother and remind him?
EXT. -- CITY SIDEWALK - CONTINUOUS
He exhales a stream of smoke.
RYAN
The hell if I know, he’s probably off saving endangered animals.

He thoughtlessly flicks the cigarette in to a baby stroller. Smoke rings rise from the stroller, one by one.
EXT. -- DEEN’S CONDO HALLWAY -- MOMENTS LATER
Deen stands waiting on the elevator to respond. During his short wait his stomach begins to turn.
A noise erupts from his gut as he tries to resolves the discomfort by rubbing his stomach.
The elevator indicator shows it’s only three levels away from his floor.
DEEN
I’m not gonna make it!
Deen turns and quickly walks back in the direction of his condo door. The elevator DINGS and the doors open.
He struggles with the decision to proceed to the elevator or relieve himself. Deen glances at his wrist watch as his forehead beads with sweat.
DEEN
You can do it!
He walks back to the elevator to find several beautiful women crammed inside. He hesitates but eventually joins the stunning crowd.
INT. -- ELEVATOR -- CONTINUOUS
As he stands directly in the center, his skin looks moist as he nervously anticipates the landing. During his decent his face becomes strained.
He closes his eyes and whispers to himself.
DEEN
Don’t do it... Be a team player...
A long high pitch fart consumes the elevator. His eye’s enlarge. He turns and looks at one of the beautiful females.
BEAUTIFUL FEMALE 1
...Sorry...
The other females giggle and cover their noses. He looks deep into the embarrassed girls eyes and passes gas.
BEAUTIFUL FEMALE 2
What the fuck!!!
Deen looks around stunned that he didn’t receive the same humours response.
BEAUTIFUL FEMALE 3 (O.S.)
Smells like baby shit.
The elevator door opens and the women rush out. Deen presses his head against the elevator wall trying to regather himself.
EXT. -- FRONT DOOR OF BUILDING -- MOMENTS LATER
A black limousine pulls up to the curb. Deen exists the building.
Rose, an elderly woman steps out of the limousine dressed in fine clothing. While Deen exits the building, he notices a beautiful woman approaching.
He holds the front door for the beautiful woman, but she ignores his gentlemanly gesture.
Rose observes the beautiful woman’s lack of appreciation.
ROSE
Young lady, why don’t you thank that nice young man? You know chivalry is almost dead because of tramps like you.
The beautiful woman turns around and approaches Deen.
BEAUTIFUL WOMAN
I apologize, that was wrong of me.
The woman reaches into her purse and pulls out a card.
EMBARRASSED WOMAN
This is my number. I’m free this weekend.
Deen, stunned from her compliance, accepts the card.
DEEN
I’ll have to check my schedule.
Deen and Rose stand side by side as the beautiful woman disappears amongst the people standing in the lobby. Rose and Deen bump fist.
ROSE
And that’s how it’s done... On second thought I wouldn’t waste your time.
DEEN
What are you talking about, she was beautiful?
ROSE
Did you see her nails? It looked as if a two dollar whore did them.
Rose picks a piece of lint off of Deen’s Jacket.

She’s just not classy enough for my Deenie baby.
Rose walks towards the front door.
DEEN
Are we still on for X-BOX?
ROSE
Call of Duty?
DEEN
Winner gets a foot rub...
ROSE
Hope I lose.
She waves her fingers as she enters the building.
INT. -- MARV’S WAITING ROOM -- MOMENTS LATER
Ryan sits on a leather couch reading a fashion magazine as the secretary sits on top of the desk speaking into a head set.
SECRETARY
Thank you for calling “Better Looking Then You.” No, I’m sorry, Marv’s in a meeting right now, can I take a message?
Ryan leans over in his seat to sneak a glimpse down the secretary’s skirt.
SECRETARY
I’ll be sure to tell him.
She glares at Ryan and stands to her feet. He grins and readjusts his neck tie.
Deen, out of breath, enters the office. He takes a seat next to Ryan while wiping the sweat from his forehead.
Two large twin doors open and Marv, a short, pudgy Italian, walks out.
MARV
Ryan... Deen! How are my boys doing?
Deen gives Marv a hug.
INT. -- MARV’S OFFICE -- MOMENTS LATER
Deen and Ryan take a seat in front of Marv’s desk. Marv closes the twin doors behind him.
Over sized windows stand behind Marv’s desk. The furniture in the room screams success.
MARV
Would you like a drink... I could have blondie out front order us lunch.
Ryan ignores Marv as he texts on his cell phone.
DEEN
No thank you, I’m fine.
Deen and Ryan sit in rich leather wing back chairs. The foundation of the chairs are replaced with manikin legs.
On the way to his desk Marv stops at a nearby aquarium and begins to feed the fish.
MARV
What do you think about my new fish? I just got him yesterday.
DEEN
What is it?
MARV
It’s one of the most rarest fish in the world.
DEEN
Are you sure it’s not a baby shark.
MARV
What? It’s not a shark, it’s a rare fish!
He takes the bottle of food and shakes it several times over the tank. He looks back at the brothers and gives them a slick wink.
The top to the bottle comes off, spilling all the food into the aquarium. He continues to look at the boys.
MARV
They say not to feed them to much but, I like my fishes nice and healthy.
He sits the empty fish food down and takes a seat behind his desk. Marv peers over his conjoining hands as he briefly studies Deen and Ryan.
MARV
So how’s life treating you?
Marv tries to sit still but, keeps fidgeting over an uncontrollable itch.
DEEN
Work is steady.
RYAN
The bitches keep flowing like tides on a beach.
Marv rubs his stubby thighs together with a look of pure torture on his face.
MARV
I can’t take it!
Marv jams his hand down the front of his pants and starts violently scratching.
MARV
Don’t ever go to the message parlor on the south side of China town.
Marv looks directly at Deen.
MARV
...I think they have fleas in their lotion...
Marv pulls his hand out of his pants and places it to his nose. He displays a look of disgust.
MARV
Ryan, I set up a shoot with a porn company in the valley. It’s just a few preliminary shots of your feet and calves. Apparently this (Marv positions his hands a foot apart) humongous porn star has the legs of a twelve year old boy.
Ryan’s eyes widen.
RYAN
You know I was thinking.
Marv waves his finger at Ryan.
MARV
Don’t you start.
RYAN
But this would be a perfect time.
MARV
I don’t want to hear it! They filed a complaint the last time this happened.
Marv repositions his blazer and runs his fingers through his hair.
MARV
With that being said, the director needs a pair of sculpted legs and your the man for the job.
RYAN
But...
MARV
Not a word!
Marv looks at Deen.
MARV
Deen I’ve been looking around the clock for your type of work, but religious modeling is not a big industry.
DEEN
I might have some independent work coming up.
MARV
Independent? Does that mean your still getting paid.
DEEN
Not exactly. They said they will pray for me instead.
Ryan rolls his eyes.
RYAN
Maybe they can pray that you’ll get laid.
Deen whips his head around and glares at Ryan.
DEEN
Maybe I’ll say a prayer so you can...
RYAN
So I can.... What?.. Come on, keep thinking something will come.
DEEN
I’ll come on your face.
Ryan looks appalled by Deen’s crude outburst. Marv puts his face in his hands and shakes his head.
MARV
That’s enough! What would your parents think if they were here right now? That’s right, they would be shocked.

I was there the day you were born. I can remember it just like it was yesterday.
Marv looks out his giant window.
INT. HOSPITAL - DAY
A pregnant woman lies on a birthing table with her legs raised in the air.
MARV (V.O.)
Your mother was in great pain.
A doctor sits on a stool between her legs with his arms extended anticipating the birth of two twin boys.
DOCTOR
(scream) Push your doing good!
The pregnant mother screams as her beautiful husband nervously holds her hand. Marv stands on the opposite side of the bed encouraging the pregnant mother.
MARV
(with a cigarette bouncing up and down in his mouth) Come on beautiful push. I can’t wait to see those beautiful twins.
As he speaks ashes from his cigarette land on her medical gown covered shoulder.
DOCTOR
Push once more. I see the feet.
A gold light shines from the pregnant mothers crotch as a set of oily bronze baby legs protrude out into the doctors arms.
DOCTOR
(mouth open at a aghast) That’s beautiful.
The further the baby is taken out of it’s mother the more the doctors facial expressions worsen.
DOCTOR
That is the ugliest baby I have ever seen.
The doctor hands the first baby to it’s mother. The mother looks down at the baby with a look of disappointment.
DOCTOR
Push her comes the last one. (whispers to himself) Hopefully it’s not identical.
Another golden beam shoots out of the pregnant mother’s crotch. The doctor pulls out one more set of oily bronze baby legs.
DOCTOR
(nervously) We have a problem. The umbilical cord is wrapped around the baby’s neck. I’ve never had this happen. I’m not trained for this.
Marv taking charge shoves the helpless doctor out of the way.
MARV
This isn't going to happen on my watch.
Marv while still smoking his cigarette grabs the baby’s feet and pulls.
MARV
(shouting) Nurse scissors.
A pair of scissors are placed in Marv’s hands. CLIP. Marv wraps the baby in a blanket and cuddles it with the feet were the head should be.
Marv stares graciously at the child’s glorious feet and ankles.
MARV
(amazed) He’s beautiful.
INT. MARV’S OFFICE - MOMENTS LATER
A tear drops down Marv’s cheek as he continues to stare out the window.
MARV
That’s how it all began.
Deen is asleep in the chair and Ryan is texting. A loud BUZZ rings out. Deen and Ryan snap awake before Marv turns around in his chair.
SECRETARY (V.0.)
Your two o’clock appointment is here.
Marv presses a button on the phone.
MARV
Send her in.
The office doors open and Alexus, a beautiful, full body model walk towards the door.
RYAN
Sweet Jesus.
DEEN
Holy cow.
Ryan and Deen jump to their feet.
MARV
Alright boys your free to go.
She gets up and shoots a sexy smile at the brothers, then turns to Marv.
MARV
One second sweety let take care of my foot talent.
Marv starts to shove the two brothers out of his office.
MARV
(In a heavy Italian accent) Forget about her boys. She’s the real deal. A total package, full body model.
Marv looks at Deen.
MARV
Not just beautiful below the knee.
DEEN
Marv you have to introduce me.
MARV
Tell you what, I will see what I can do.
Marv escorts Ryan and Deen out of his office and closes the door behind him.
INT. PORN SHOOT - DAY
Deen’s lower legs stand behind a naked female porn star. The sound of a woman climaxing and skin slapping consumes the room.
PORN DIRECTOR
Cut!
INT. PORN SHOOT - DAY
Ryan’s saggy, droopy, and pale white back side stands fixed with the female porn star’s legs on his shoulders.
PORN DIRECTOR
Uhhm... Ryan that was great but, me myself and the producers have told you several times that we don’t need you to be naked in the shoot... We are just filming your lower legs.
RYAN
(confused)
Sorry chief I just wanted to get into the role.
The director motions to his assistant. She grabs a white bedazzling robe and carries it to Ryan.
PORN STAR (O.S.)
That’s amazing. (Well known Porn star approaches Ryan) I’ve never seen anything so rock hard visually stimulating.
Ryan’s POV. Ryan and the porn star stand face to face.
PORN STAR
(passionate) Can I touch’em? (The porn star then slowly squats towards the ground.) Can I?
Ryan stands awkwardly still not knowing what he’s talking about. The porn star grips the back of Ryan’s calves.
PORN DIRECTOR
How do you get them defined?
Porn star looks up at the cast and crew and screams.
PORN STAR
(intensely)
Do you see this? This is perfection! This is time dedication and professionalism at it’s FUCKING BEST!
The assistant walks up and hands Ryan his robe. The porn star stands up as Ryan puts on his commanding robe. The back of the robe shows an impression of a large foot.
Above the foot impression reads “Ryan’s” and beneath the impression it says “La Foot” in cursive.
PORN STAR
Can you just give me a quick tip? How do you get your calves like that?
RYAN
(prideful) Why don’t you show me what your doing wrong and I’ll correct it.
Porn star stands with his feet shoulder width apart and performs the most pitiful excuse for calve raises ever seen.
RYAN
(insulted) What the hell is this shit? Your dick has better form than you do.
PORN STAR
Show me Ryan. Just show me how.
Ryan stands like a super hero with his hands on his hips and demonstrates an elaborative double foot calve raise. He then shows his ability with a single foot calve raise.
The cast and crew gasp. Ryan corrects the porn stars form.
RYAN
(slapping the porn stars ass) Straighten your legs and back.
The porn star corrects his form at Ryan’s command.
RYAN
Put your hands on your hips and thrust upwards.
PORN STAR
I feel it.
An empowered and aggressive look sweeps across the porn stars face.
PORN STAR
I feel it. (He gives a few thrusts.) I FEEL IT!
The porn star becomes wide eyed and intense. Ryan slaps him across his face and points to the female porn star still laying on her back.
RAYN
Take what you’ve learned and beat that shit up.
Porn star turns and steps toward the table were the female porn star is waiting.
INT. CHRISTIAN PHOTO SHOOT - DAY
The lower half of a beautiful leg and foot sits wrapped in a vintage brown leather sandal on top of a rock. Flash bulbs flicker.
PHOTOGRAPHER (O.S.)
Give me a little bit of calve flex... No. No. No. Too much muscle, never mind.
Deen stands in front of a photographer and photo crew.
PHOTOGRAPHER
Ok... Now hold that pose. (final bulb flashes)... and we’re done.
Deen takes his foot of the rock. The photographer shakes Deen’s hand.
PHOTOGRAPHER
I want to thank you again Deen for doing this. We wish we could pay you but we’re barely able to put this play on, let alone advertise.
DEEN
(compassionate) Don’t worry about it. I love doing this for the church. (He looks up at a stain glass window.)
PHOTOGRAPHER
Before you leave give sister Higgins your address. I’m going to send you a framed poster of the play.
DEEN
I’ll do that on my way out.
EXT. -- BASKET BALL COURT -- DAY
A foot covered in sweat pivots to the side slowly. The sound of a man exhaling echoes under an eagle scream.
A hand grips on a basket ball tenaciously squeezing it. Ryan’s lower half takes off leaping from the half court mark.
His legs spread and he vertically climbs into the air with the help of a rope and harness attached to his waist.
DIRECTOR
Shatter the glass!
While slam dunking the basket ball a grip flips a switch causing the back board shatters.
DIRECTOR
Nice keep walking to half court!
An athletic model wearing luxurious and gaudy basket ball shoes casually drops the ball and rests his foot on it. Ryan’s lower half is still suspended in the background.
DIRECTOR
Alright cut!
The Director is big bald and sweating profusely. He chews on a cigar and speaks from the side of his mouth. Ryan is suddenly dropped and slams to the basket ball court.
DIRECTOR
Fancy Feet! Get over here! Hurry up continuity baby.
Ryan walks up to the marker and places his foot on the ball. The athletic model takes his foot off the ball and walks away.
DIRECTOR
The camera is rolling keep the ball still! Rolling... Action!
Ryan, wearing the new clear shoe, places his foot on the ball. A gold logo flashes across the shoe and it glistens in the spotlight.

The director moves away from his camera and quickly shuffles to another one pointed at Ryan’s foot.
DIRECTOR
Go ahead. Look at it!.. Look at it!!!
An Assistant Director measures the light by Ryan’s foot. The director twists his cigar and smiles with content as his assistant director gives him a thumbs up.
DIRECTOR
I know it’s hard to look away when you see a foot that fucking perfect.
The Assistant Director, wearing a microphone headset, walks up to a small video monitor and looks closer at the image of Ryan’s foot.
ASSISTANT DIRECTOR
(softly)
It’s so perfect.
Ryan holds his foot on the basket ball as the director zooms in on a the futuristic bubble wrap looking new basket ball shoe.
ASSISTANT DIRECTOR
How are they so soft?
Ryan looks down at the assistant director.
RYAN
The pedicures, creams and unique cosmetics keep these puppies looking smooth.
As Ryan walks away from the basket ball he spins it with his foot. The director with camera in hand follows Ryan’s foot steps away from the spinning ball.
Pictures of Ryan’s foot are shown by a hand opening a photo album. The hand flips through pages comprised of foot photos. Each photo has it’s own distinct design and setting.
DIRECTOR
That foot has been in every national magazine around the world.
On the cover of the national geographic is a picture of a man spitting fire.
RYAN (V.O.)
In the crowd behind the starving children. I’m the foot wearing Croc sandals. That’s my foot. Oh, and in the Friend’s second season third episode, Chandler stumps his toe and for one second there is a close up on what you think is his foot... That’s my foot.
A camera man holding the camera on Ryan’s foot wipes his brow.
CAMERA MAN
That’s nice.
DIRECTOR
(shouts)
Alright cut!
The director puts on shades and a top hat the walks up to Ryan. The director extends his arm to shake Ryan’s hand.
DIRECTOR
Beautiful baby. Nice spin on that ball.
RYAN
Just one of my many talents.
DIRECTOR
When you showed just a little bit of the soul. Perfect.
Ryan
My soul is perfect. Just one of my many talents.

DIRECTOR
That’s what I want. Just take ten and we will do the shot one more time. Perfection baby it’s got to be perfect.
Ryan watches Deen beside the craft services table. He is wearing the same shoes as Ryan.
The director walks up to the craft service table and grabs a bag of chips and soda then grabs the woman’s ass. She looks at him and smiles.
DIRECTOR
Hey, Deen! Can I talk to you for a minute?
The Assistant Director leans even closer to the video monitor which is still holding an image of Rayn’s foot in the new basket ball shoe.
ASSISTANT DIRECTOR
It’s amazing what beautiful feet do for a shoe.
Ryan watches the director and his brother Deen converse over a table full of snacks.
Ryan
If it wasn't for that I would be a full body model. But, hey I’m not complaining my foot and I have done pretty well for ourselves.
Ryan speaks to the director’s camera as he watches the director talk to his brother Deen.
RAYN
When people say I’m not a model. I show them my foot.
The director shares a laugh with Deen and pats him on the back.
DIRECTOR
(loudly)
That’s why they pay you the big bucks.
The director looks down at his watch and turns to his Assistant Director.
DIRECTOR
Tell everyone they have ten minutes.
The director walks up to his female assistant who is wearing a head set and holding a coffee and turns back to Deen.
DIRECTOR
Deen, baby, your in the next shot! I’m going to let your brother take a break while I get you in some action shots. Shelly...
Shelly, An attractive woman wearing a red dress and high heels jumps to attention and acts excited to be noticed by the Director. There is a loud annoying RING. The director reaches into his pocket pulls out his phone and glances at it.
DIRECTOR
I’m going to watch that slam dunk footage on my Phone. I have to take this call. Everybody take fifteen. God I love being the man in charge.
The director gets up from his chair that reads “Man in Charge” throws open a door and heads into the rest room with Shelly on his arm. Ryan watches him walk away then looks back at the Assistant director who is still starring at the video monitor.
RYAN
(to the camera)
I was on the cover of the Berken-Stock magazine for six years straight. When they took my foot off of the front page it was only for my brother.
Ryan looks over at his brother who is eating a sandwich really fast.

RYAN
(spiteful) He was blessed with beautiful feet too.
Ryan looks over at Deen’s shoes then up at his calves that sparkle in the light when slightly moved.
RYAN
His name is Deen and we have been in the foot model business our whole lives.
Marv is wearing a cheesy sweat suit walks in and gestures for Ryan to walk over in his direction.
MARV
Ryan! What’s the news? How’s the shoot?
Ryan looks at Marv as he starts to fill up a plate at the craft service table.
Marv
Hey, come here twinkle toes. You look like you’ve lost weight. You look great.
Marv puts his arm around Ryan’s shoulder and leads him away from the set and commercial crew.
MARV
You are going to love me. Look...
Marv struggles down a large gulp from his flask.
MARV
Uhm, little something to warm me up.
RYAN
How’s the foot fungus?
Marv itches his foot and looks to see if anyone noticed.
MARV
Oh, the doctor gave me some pills for That. Xanx for stress. Some pain pills for my back, Narcos for my neck and shit...
Marv pulls a pill bottle out of his coat stares at the label on a bottle.
Marv
Something for my blood pressure.
Marv shakes the bottle rattling the pills then opens it up and guzzles some straight from the bottle.
Marv lights up a cigarette and puts his hand on Ryan’s shoulder.
MARV
We have a new gig. J-Mart wants to have your foot on the front of their new flip flop summer fun campaign.
RYAN
(frustrated)
Fuck J-Mart! I don’t want to model their cheap ass shit. Only poor people shop there Marv.
MARV
Hey we are talking about bread here. Who cares as long as you get paid. You can’t think every job is beneath you.
Ryan pulls back from Marv.
RYAN
I don’t know. I don’t want my foot to look low class. I’ll get stuck doing low end modeling and never be able to get the high end gigs.
MARV
You are kidding me right? I know you are sick of doing these just foot shot shoe commercials. (convincing) I’m giving you a chance to make the big bucks and hell, even get your calves shown.
Ryan looks at Marv with an open mouth.
RYAN
(surprised)
They want to go that high?
Ryan looks at his calves and flexes them.
MARV
Oh yeah. They want your lower half. It will be the first thing people see as you walk through the J- Mart doors.
Marv puts his hand on Rayn’s shoulder. Ryan looks up and envisions the huge sign as he walks into a J-Mart.
MARV
You can’t deny, you want to show that skin. Sandals and flip flops are the future of foot wear. Trust me, I’ve been in the biz long enough to know.
Rayn looks at Marv with uncertainty.
MARV
Hey, it is how you got noticed. Not to mention your brother is making a killing showing those god given toes and calves while you are stuck in those bubble wrapped plastic pieces of shit.
Ryan looks at the bubble wrap shoes he is wearing and stands on his toes. Bubbles begin to POP in the shoes he’s is wearing.
RAYN
Deen is making more money than me?
Marv takes out a cigarette and offers Ryan one.
MARV
Your brother is doing great. In fact he is doing better than you. You two should hang out more it might smooth up your rocky past.

Marv touches his nose and looks at Deen who is eating at the craft service table.

You heard he’s the new Ben Scriller and Brad Pik movie coming out? Some kind of World War two flick.
Ryan looks at Marv astonished then the two gaze at Deen who is standing at the craft service table eating.
MARV
(whispering)
His foot is right there in the first scene. Hell, I even heard...
Marv takes Ryan’s shoulder then leans into his ear.
RYAN
What?
The two look at Deen who is getting filmed as he walks in the bubble wrap shoes.
MARV
(whispering)
He is going to be in the movie trailer. He has his own close up.
Ryan moves closer to Marv aggressively.
RYAN
What kind of close up?
MARV
A shot were he is flexing the arch of his foot. It’s a standard lower half shot but, It’s for three seconds.
RYAN
Shit! That Fucker!
Ryan breaks away from his agent in anger and jealously.
MARV
From behind it looks just like your foot. Come on don’t let it get you down. Use it as motivation.
MARV
Listen. I booked you a gig with him tonight.
RAYN
What? I’m bitting my lip here. It’s taking everything I got just to be at the same shoot.
Marv takes a drag of his cigarette and holds he smoke in.
MARV
(suggestive)
You don’t take a chance on expanding your career then hell, you may just end up being a has been foot model. They’ll call you old feet. You’ll end up like those foot models from the twenties that got caught up in heroin and poetry.
Marv steps on his cigarette butt then inches toward Ryan with open arms.
MARV
Hey, it’s me, “Starving Marvy” super agent.
Marv smiles and a gold capped tooth shines under a thick mustache.
MARV
I’m trying to get you better deals. You just have to be willing to take them.
Marv and Ryan look at Deen who is showing his foot off to the assistant director. Marv pulls a prescription bottle from his pocket and hands it to Ryan.
RYAN
What’s this?
MARV
They help me with anxiety. Think of them as pez for your mood.
Ryan grits his teeth and looks at Deen briefly before turning around.
RYAN
Look at that smug self righteous bastard. Who does he think he is.
MARV
(encouragingly)
That’s why he’s going to be in a major movie.
Ryan takes out a pill bottle and downs some prescribed relief. He chews the pills before swallowing them.
MARV
I’ve watched you and your brother dominate the foot modeling world.(regretfully) Then I watched Deen take the reins and forge his own path to foot fame leaving you trailing behind.
Marv looks down at Ryan’s foot then up at his face.
MARV
(sulking)
Hell, sometimes when I look at your foot it makes me angry.
RYAN
Why?

MARV
(inspired) I don’t think you realize how beautiful your foot is.
Marv lights another cigarette.
MARV
(ashamed) Sometimes, I can barley look at my.. long black nails and that stupid ugly mole right on the top of my foot that just looks like a smudge of shit!
The emotion on Marv’s face is evident.
Marv
It’s not my fault that a fungus runs in the family. It’s just bad genes.
Marv flicks the cigarette and with the same hand points at Ryan’s foot.
MARV
Now that’s beauty. You’ve got a god given talent and its your destiny to show those beautiful bare barkers of yours.
Marv looks up at Ryan then tilts his head back and snorts loudly causing people from the craft service table to look over disgusted.
RYAN
(jealously)
Then why is my brother getting all the attention? I’m older more talented and damn it my foot is better. It has more tint and definition!
Ryan holds his head in his hands.
RYAN
He thinks he’s so much better than me. Who the hell does he think he is?
MARV
(suggestive) You should be the one getting the cameos and... hell, even the speaking roles.
Ryan looks at Marv as if he cannot believe the words he just heard.
RYAN
Are you saying my brother has a speaking role?
Marv rubs his moustache.
MARV
There are... a few rumors floating around that he might have a line in the next Tom Bruise movie.
Ryan’s face glows red with jealousy. He stomps his foot causing air bubbles to explode under his toes.
Marv
You should talk to him. Just see if he can plug you into a few Hollywood connections.
Ryan looks at Marv frustrated.
RYAN
(angered)
That’s your job. You know I rarely speak to him.
MARV
Go ahead and make the first move. Talk to him.
Ryan pulls his hair and acts extremely upset.
RYAN
(tight lipped)
Marv You are my agent. Really your like a father. Since our parents died in that freak car wreck.
Marv looks away.
RYAN
Well, you’ve been more like a father slash boss. You know he took that Times Square billboard deal right out from under me. He’s a rat I can’t tolerate. I was stabbed in the back. (emotional) That hurt. He just acts like nothing is wrong.
Deen entertains a group of people at the craft service table by juggling a hackie sack.
RYAN
Smug son of a bitch.
MARV
You two are the top foot models in the world so, you can expect to have to work with him again.
RAYN
I only showed up to this commercial because I’m broke.
MARV
Yeah, and you’ll show up for the next one. You don’t get paid I don’t get paid.
Ryan looks at his brother Deen who is now entertaining the director with his hackie sack tricks.
Ryan
Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like if you never discovered our feet.
The director walks back to the set with his arm around Deen.
MARV
Don’t say that. You and your brother were born for this.
INT. HOSPITAL - DAY
A woman is giving birth as a doctor pulls he small child out.
DOCTOR
It’s coming out backwards.
The doctor grabs a hold of the child’s feet.
DOCTOR
Good God!
FATHER
What is it doctor?
DOCTOR
This is the most beautiful lower half I have ever seen. Keep pushing. I see a penis.
FATHER
It’s a boy!
The doctor’s facial expression starts to turn sour.
DOCTOR
Damn this kid is fat.
The doctor pulls the baby out and hands it to the nurse. Thee nurse wraps up the baby’s face and body then hands him to the mother feet first.
DOCTOR
I think we have another one.
FATHTER
(enthused) Twins!
DOCTOR
This one is coming out the same way. What gorgeous feet.
The doctor’s face turns petrified.
FATHER
What is it doc?
DOCTOR
It’s a boy. A fat little thing.
The doctor hands the baby to the nurse and whips off his gloves sling blood and placenta every where.
DOCTOR
Congratulations these children have beautiful feet.
INT. MARV’S OFFICE - DAY
In a waiting room several groups of parents with their small children are lined up in chairs against a wall, their bare feet sticking out in front of them. Ryan’s father turns to his son.
FATHER
These kids don’t have shit on your feet.
A pair of flashy cowboy boots with spurs walk out of a room as the door swings open Marv stands in a tight sparkling gold shirt staring through children like a gun fighter at high noon about to smoke his enemy.
FATHER
That’s him. Marv is the best foot model agent in the business.
Marv’s spurs are attached to his boots and spin as a harmonica whales a western note. Ryan’s eyes widen and his father puts an arm around him smiles confidently.
Marv walks past the children looking at each of their feet while holding a magnifying glass.
MARV
Flat feet. Too skinny. Wide arch. Too light. Fat. That’s odd.
Marv looks at a small child then leans down to get eye level with him.
MARV
Next time your mommy and daddy bring you here.
Marv leans in closer to the child.
MARV
(raising his voice)
Tell them to clip your fucking toe nails.
The small child begins to cry. Marv moves on down the line and suddenly pulls back from a kids foot with a disgusted look on his face. He then moves on to the next one.
MARV
You should have a doctor take a look at that.
MARV
That’s just plain ugly and.. those are...
Marv pauses and uses the magnifying glass to look closer at Ryan’s feet.
MARV
Perfect.
He lowers his head and leans down with a magnifying glass.
MARV
This boy has the most beautiful feet I have ever seen.
Marv looks Ryan in the eyes then places his hand on Ryan’s shoulder.
MARV
I’m going to make you a star boy. Your foot will be in every Christmas catalogue... wearing these.
Marv holds up a pair of Styrofoam and leather sandals in front of Ryan’s face.
MARV
They are called Straps and every Nickelodeon kid star is wearing them. If we put this foot in these sandals.
Marv looks at Ryan’s father.
MARV
The sky is the limit.
Deen walks in the room wearing the strap sandals.
DEEN
Wow, these feel good.
A scowl runs across Ryan’s face as Marv shoots over to Deen’s foot.
MONTAGE: Deen and Ryan’s foot are photographed with several times and put on the cover of many different magazines such as: Kitty slippers, Teen Toes, Fine Feet Are Us, Slippery Sandals, Party Feet, Foot fetishes, Man of Arch, Farmers Almanac, High Times and MAD.
RYAN
He’s been like a planter’s wart on my heel of popularity. Where ever my foot was, there was his.
The two brothers trade off on photographs. There feet grow and the magazine titles change as they go from living in a slum to an uptown apartment.
RYAN (V.O.)
It seemed to work. I didn't mind sharing the fame with my brother.
On the cover of Rolling Stones magazine Alice Cooper’s feet are replaced on photo shop with Ryan right and Danny’s left foot. They look at the photo of their feet together an high five.
Ryan and Deen walk up to Marv and the three pour out champaign then toast.
INT. PRADA SANDAL SHOOT - NIGHT
Ryan sits in a chair with a solum expression surrounded by a studio and cameras. A photographer named Ralf is snapping pictures of his lower half while a techno song plays in the background.
RALF
Ok, that’s it baby... Bring that beautiful lower half to the left a little. WHAOH! Right there.
The doors open and Deen walks in with a mink coat and gaudy jewelry. He takes off the coat and shivers. Then he blows a large bubble of gum.
He pulls the gum bubble out of his mouth and sucks the air out of it.
DEEN
(innocently) Lost it’s flavor.
After it deflates he throws the bubble gum in the trash andl ooks at his phone. Deen quickly pulls out another piece of gum and starts to chews it.
Ralf runs up to greet Deen.
RALF
Great you made it Deen.
DEEN
Hold up.
RYAN
(under his breath)
Ok, everybody waits for you. Your so holy.
Deen makes a moaning sound.
DEEN
Just a minute I got to moisturize.
Deen squirts some lotion on his feet and begins to slowly rub it in.
DEEN
(cautiously) The epidermis is the most neglected part of the human body.
Ralf pokes out his chest which is covered with a tight black sparkling shirt. A beret is propped on the side of his head and a excited expression takes over his face.
RALF
(with a lisp) I am in the presence of the four most beautiful feet in the world. I feel we need... What do we need?... Hum... I got it!
Ralf tilts his head and twists his blonde soul patch and reaches in his fanny pack.
RALF
I want you and your brother to stand putting your toes together.
Ralf looks around with his pointer finger on his lip in deep thought.
RALF
Where is your brother?
Deen’s phone rings and he pinches it between his head and his ear.
DEEN
Yeah, it’s Deen. Your on the mic what’s your rap? You know who it be.
Deen looks at Ryan and puts up his finger for him to wait.
DEEN
That’s right Mr. Beautiful feet. Right.
Deen laughs hysterically as Ryan rolls his eyes.
DEEN
Ben what is up brother? I forgot to save your number. Right I thought you really were him. I’m at a shoot right now.
Deen holds up his index finger and motions for Ryan and Ralf to wait a minute.
DEEN
Sure we can talk Friday. Alright I’ll be there with a thirty pack alright later.
Deen hangs up the phone and shakes his head smiling.
DEEN
That was Ben Stiller. He wants to talk about my feet being in his next film.
Deen slips on shower caps over his feet then walks up to Ryan and slaps his arm.
DEEN
How you been brother?
Ryan avoids eye contact.
RYAN
Hum.
DEEN
You know I’m having a party this weekend. You should come by.
Ryan pulls out his phone and looks at it in an attempt to ignore his brother.
RYAN
Marv should be here by now.
DEEN
How is Marv?
Deen rolls his eyes and acts a bit perturbed.
RYAN
Yeah like you care.
DEEN
I had to move on and branch out. Once you see past his charade the guys really a loser. I wouldn't hurt you to think about replacing him.
Ryan furls his brow and angrily looks at his brother.
RYAN
You know what I don’t get about you? Marv raised us practically and you ignore him as your agent... just like you fucked me over when you went behind my back and stole that add from me.
DEEN
Whoa! First off that was my job. Second, where do you get off telling me
Ralf continues taking photos.
RYAN
Bullshit! I was offered it first and you stole it from me.
The two brothers act reluctant to be face to face with each other as Ralf circles their calves snapping pictures. A cell phone rings and both Ryan and Deen reach down into their pockets.
Deen then pulls his phone and plugs an ear as he steps away from Ryan. Ralf continues photographing Deen’s foot while he is walking away.
DEEN
What up? Yeah I don’t know if I want to make it one of those nights. What’s that? Strippers.
Deen walks back over to were Ryan is standing.
RALF
Ok I need you guys to stand on your tippy toes.
Ryan stands on his tippee toes and looks taller than Deen. Deen looks at Ryan as he struggles to stay on his toes.
RALF
Yeah baby. Flex those sexy calves. Work it.
Deen grows taller hovering over Ryan with ease as he continues his phone conversation.
DEEN
Sure, I guess we can go out tonight.
Ryan’s phone rings and he immediately answers it.
RYAN
Where are you? I want to get out of here. The photo shoot is draining me. Deen is acting his usual arrogantly “self righteous self.”
Deen hangs up his phone and BURPS loudly then twists his foot for Ralf, who is literally getting off on taking these pictures.
RALF
Man you brothers have got to add some baby oil to these amazing feet.
Deen looks at Ryan after hanging up his phone.
DEEN
I need new shoes. I’m thinking about going to get some tomorrow. I would let you go with but,... I am probably going to be meeting up with Ben Stiller and he doesn't like meeting people he doesn't already know. When your a star you just don’t know who is pretending to be your friend.
RYAN
Sure, three is a crowd.
Ryan’s phone rings in the same tone as Deen’s. Deen reaches for his phone as Ryan quickly slips on a shower cap over each one of his feet. Ryan walks further away from the set and plugs one of his ears as he pulls out his phone.
RYAN
(upset) Listen man. I can’t stay here much longer! Deen is hogging the shots and the photographer is just getting on my nerves.
Ryan looks back at his brother and Ralf is rubbing baby oil on Deen’s calve muscle.
MARV (V.O.)
Listen you can’t leave now.
RAYN
You don’t understand I got to go.
MARV (V.O.)
A chick I want you to meet is on her way. She’s a sexy model from the west coast that loves to make guys cum. I think you are going to want to stay.
RAYN
You think I am enjoying myself?
Ryan watches a gorgeous woman walk in to the shoot.
RAYN
I think I will stay.
A tall athletic model walks in and causes Ryan to block out his entire surroundings while watching her enter.
RALF
(excited)
Alexsus! You made it.
Ralf kisses Alexsus on each cheek then takes off her coat. Ryan looks like a statue still standing in the same manner with a phone pressed against his ear and a mouth hanging open. He is completely mesmerized.
MARV (V.O.)
Ryan are you there? I said you might want to stay.
Ryan hangs up his phone and takes the shower caps from his feet and quickly slides a diamond ring on his pinky toe. He takes a deep breath and proceeds to walk toward Alexsus with a mustered up confidence.
RYAN
(under his breath)
Hi, my name is Ryan and you are so hot. No you are so super hot.
Ralf is dotting Melissa’s face with make up. He turns her chin in the direction of Ryan’s foot which catches her attention as it glows under a light.
ALEXSUS
(amazed)
Your foot is amazingly perfect.
RYAN
(smiling)
So I’ve been told. Your name is?
Alexsus extends her hand but, she continues looking at his foot. Suddenly Deen’s foot steps in to the light beside Ryan’s.
DEEN
My name is Deen.
Deen shakes Alexsus extended hand. She continues to look at the floor then briefly looks up at the two brothers who are standing in front of her. Then back at their feet.
As she looks up her face seems unimpressed by the brother’s upper halves.
ALEXSUS
Wow, you guys must be related.
Ryan curls his upper lip and gives Deen a look of jealousy then slips his foot further to the light.
RALF
Melissa, this is Ryan and Deen.
Ralf picks up his camera and vigorously starts snapping shots of Ryan and Deen’s feet. Ryan takes the diamond toe ring off and places it in a slick black velvet bag.
RALF
Do you want to join the shot Melissa I wanted to get your face in this sweet pea.
Alexsus walks toward the brothers very seductively. Deen stares at Alexsus breast as she walks toward him. Ralf puts his hand on her shoulder and guides her to a metallic stool between Ryan and Deen.
RALF
Sit down baby cakes.
RALF
Deen I need your left foot on her right leg. This is going to by a ménage a trois of feet.
Ralf twists his soul patch.
RALF
Ok, Ryan now you do the same on her other side.
Ryan winks at Alexsus and Props his foot on her leg.
ALEXSUS
Wow, your foot smells delicious.
Ryan smiles.
RYAN
Pumpkin spice. It’s a holiday scent.
Ralf makes a quite sign with his finger on Alexsus lips.
RALF
(with a lisp)
Foot magazines are pay thousands to have this on the cover.
Deen winks at Alexsus as he wiggles his toes. Ralf looks at the pose the three are in then twists his soul patch and tilts his head in deep thought.
RALF
Baby cakes, I am going to need you to take off your top. I need a shot of your nipples right behind their big toes.
Ralf gasps with his hand over his moth as he frames the shot with his hands.
RALF
This is the money shot.
Deen and Ryan can’t stop staring at Melissa’s breast.
ALEXSUS
You know... I’m not really comfortable with doing a topless shot.
RALF
Don’t be a diva. Your fucking model. It’s your job to show your body.
ALEXSUS
I’m sorry I just can’t do this.
Deen looks at Ryan as Melissa walks away from the shoot.
RALF
Are you kidding me? Oh my God what a diva.
RAYN
I think I’m in love.
DEEN
She is so hot.
RYAN
And modest.
A sour expression sweeps across Ryan’s face as he looks at Deen realizing that he might have some competition.
RYAN
I see what you are trying to do. Don’t even think about it. She is mine.
Rayn looks at Deen furiously and a competition rages in his eyes.
DEEN
Don’t tell me I’m going to have to kick your ass just to rightfully claim what is mine.
RALF
You boys haven't learned yet? All models are superficial glamor whores.
The two brothers completely ignore Ralf and his remarks.
RYAN
Kick my ass? Ha! Now that’s some funny shit.
Rayn laughs and puts his hand on his head then messages his temple. Ralf continues snapping pictures of the two brother’s feet.
RALF
Angry feet. I love it.
Ryan gets in his brothers face and spits as he talks.
RAYN
Wow! You sound like you actually have a shot with her.
DEEN
As good as any. It wasn't her shyness of the camera that caused her to leave. It was your breath.
Deen holds his nose and walks away from his brother.
DEEN
Hey, “poo” breath I’m getting her number first.
RYAN
Yeah good luck. Rejection is a bitch.
Deen laughs and slips on his futuristic bubble wrap shoes which immediately vacuum seal to his feet.
EXT. MODELING BUILDING - NIGHT
Deen runs out of the building’s lobby. Alexsus is walking away and he jogs to catch up with the model.
DEEN
Hey!
Alexsus turns around as Deen runs up to her. Ryan watches the two from the seventh floor window of the building Alexsus was just in.
DEEN
I want to apologize for Ralf. He is just one of those goofy guys who think a woman’s body is a work of art. I can assure you he meant no harm.
Melissa looks at Deen and smiles.
ALEXSUS
I’m sorry. That was real unprofessional of me to run out like that. I just feel uncomfortable about taking my clothes off.
DEEN
Hey, whoa. You don’t have to apologize. I completely understand. If he ever asked me to take my shirt off I would fell the same way. I just know he will never ask me to do that because my breast don’t need to be seen. Plus I have this third nipple that has been growing since birth and well it is really pretty deformed.
Alexsus laughs then brushes her hair back out of her face.
DEEN
Wow. You are hot and I bet you get told that all the time.
ALEXSUS
Mostly by people taking my picture.
DEEN
I can kind of relate. All I ever hear is how beautiful my feet are.
ALEXSUS
You do have beautiful feet.
DEEN
Well thank you.
Alexsus warms her arms in an attempt to warm them.
DEEN
Listen I am about to get a bite to eat and I was wondering if you would like to go with me.
Alexsus does not answer Deen immediately.
DEEN
Let me buy you dinner. I know this place that is really close. It is the least I can do after what happened up there.
Alexsus looks up and notices Ryan staring down at her. He quickly walks away from the window.
ALEXSUS
Yeah, sure I guess I can go for a bite to eat.
Ryan reappears in the window and watches Alexsus and Deen walk down the street together.
INT. PRADA SANDAL SHOOT - NIGHT
Ralf walks up to the window and looks at Ryan who stands mesmerized by his brother’s success with Alexsus. Ryan takes out his pill bottle and swallows a few.
RALF
Looks like your brother likes “Miss prude” Walk out on my shoot. Who does that bitch think she is. I’m a professional!
RYAN
You are a real asshole you know that Ralf.
RALF
I can afford to be. That is why I work with models.
Ryan walks out of the photo shoot.
RALF
Hey where are you going? At least I’m not straight.
INT. ITALIAN RESTAURANT - NIGHT
The restaurant is dimly lit and Melissa sits in a booth in front of Deen. He is cowing down bread dipping and swabbing it in marinara sauce.
DEEN
(mouth full)
So are you from New York or did you just move here.
ALEXSUS
I am originally from Texas.

DEEN
Hey haw. I love that show.
ALEXSUS
I moved up here when I was sixteen to start my modeling career. Pretty been since then.
DEEN
(mouth still stuffed full of food)
Everything’s bigger in Texas.
ALEXSUS
I beg your pardon?
Deen takes a drink washing he food down.
DEEN
Everything is Bigger in Texas. You never heard that expression?
ALEXSUS
(unimpressed)
Oh, right yeah.
DEEN
So did your parents make you model?
ALEXSUS
No I wanted to.
DEEN
My parents were killed when I was just a little kid. They were hit by a drunk driver.
ALEXSUS
(sympathetic)
I’m so sorry.
DEEN
It’s ok. I don’t really remember a whole lot about them.
Deen leans back in his chair and rubs his stomach.
DEEN
God,... that was good. Are you going to eat your soup.
Alexsus seems to be more interested in a Marinara stain on Deen’s shirt than her food.
ALEXSUS
Yes. I’m just a slow eater. My parents always told me I ate like a bird.
DEEN
That’s pretty fucked up that your parents would make fun of you like that.
Alexsus looks at Deen confused when suddenly his brother Ryan shows up wearing his fur coat which he takes off and hands to the waiter.
RYAN
Hey, funny running into you guys here.
DEEN
What do you mean I eat here every day and this is the first time I’ve ever seen you pop in.
Ryan extends his hand to Alexsus.
RYAN
I am sorry I did not get a chance to properly introduce myself at the shoot earlier. The name is Ryan.
Ryan leans in over Deen to Kiss Melissa’s hand. Deen coughs awkwardly loud.
DEEN
Melissa and I were just in the middle of a meal here.
ALEXSUS
Well actually I was done.
RYAN
Great, I am starving I will join you.
Ryan looks at Melissa seductively then pulls up a chair and sits at the end of the booth.
RYAN
You don’t mind do you?
ALEXSUS
Not all.
Deen looks at Ryan agitated.
DEEN
Well kind of.
Ryan motions to a waiter.
RYAN
A bottle of wine for the table.
WAITER
What kind sir.
RYAN
Something cheap but, good.
Deen and the waiter look at Ryan like he’s an idiot.
RYAN
So I’m talking to Ralf, you know the guy taking our pictures, and it struck me. For the first time I realized what a dick that guy is.
DEEN
He is what he eats.
Deen laughs hysterically at his joke for several seconds as Alexsus stares at his Marinara stain.
DEEN
Ohhh... Sometimes, I just kill myself.
RYAN
(chuckling) Sometimes, I wish you did.
Ryan laughs to himself hysterically. Deen and Alexsus sit looking right past Ryan’s shoulder.
DEEN (V.O.)
(to himself) Be confident. She wants to suck your dick.
Ryan looks behind his shoulder and notices the waiter is still standing there with his coat and a blank expression.
WAITER
What type of wine would you like sir?
The waiter looks at Ryan with a fed up expression.
RYAN
You pick it out. If I like it then I’ll tip you well.
Ryan looks back at Deen and Melissa. Deen shakes his head in disbelief that Ryan has interrupted his dinner.
RYAN
So where were we?
Ryan looks over at Alexsus.
RAYN
I’m sure my brother Deen has already told you all about me.
ALEXSUS
You two are brothers?
RYAN
Of course. Why do you think we both are foot models? It’s not hard work, its genetics. For example take yourself Melissa. Now if you were to be burned or disfigured you probably wouldn't know what to do with yourself.
Deen looks at Ryan with disbelief.
RYAN
You take care of your face for that very reason. I go to great lengths to make sure my foot gets pedicures at least twice a week plus I wear a foot condom twenty four seven and only take it off for shoots.
The waiter steps up to the table and presents the bottle of wine to Ryan.
WAITER
Our finest cab sir.
RYAN
I didn't ask you to call a cab.
The waiter looks confused.
RYAN
Ohh, I thought you meant a cab. I was about to say I’m not leaving.
The waiter presents the wine.
RYAN
Great! Lets get a cheese board started.
WAITER
Excellent. Shall I prepare Asiago, Manchega, goat cheese, and white chedder.
RYAN
Yeah and some crackers.
Ryan gives Melissa a cheesy grin.
DEEN
So Melissa, have you ever dated a body part model?
Alexsus smiles.
ALEXSUS
I have dated models but, never a foot model if that is what your asking. I do have friends that do body part modelling.
RYAN
Ashton, a model, once told me he would trade his face for my foot. I told him it wasn't a fair trade for me because I love my feet more than my face.
Ryan pours out the wine then raises his glass for a toast.
RAYN
To your face and my feet.
Alexsus and Ryan toast but, Deen just sits looking pissed at his brother.
RYAN
My feet are my lively hood. Hell, my brother will tell you his feet are almost as perfect as mine.
Ryan forces out a longer than normal. The awkward laugh leaves Alexsus mildly amused. Deen is not paying one bit of attention to what Ryan has to say. In fact he is looking around the restaurant in an attempt to ignore him.
RAYN
So Alexsus, where are you from?
ALEXSUS
Well, I was born in Texas and lived there till I was about sixteen. Then I came here. To the City.
RYAN
What brought you to the big apple.
ALEXSUS
J-mart. They were doing a teen back to school model search. My mom sent a picture of me to some agent and we moved here. I guess you could say that my mom put me up to it and I’m glad she did. There are a lot of perks to being a model.
The cheese board arrives.
RYAN
Funny you mention J-Mart.
Ryan touches the waiter on the arm.
RYAN
(aggravated)
The wine you picked out was a bit sour. I would like another bottle please. This time make it a bottle of Don.
Ryan looks at Melissa then Deen with superiority.
RYAN
(arrogantly)
Nothing but, the mother fucking best.
Ryan takes out a piece of gum he was chewing and quickly replaces it with another.
DEEN
The cheese looks really good. Thanks for picking up the tab for all of this.
ALEXSUS
(grateful
Yes thank you Ryan. Are you always so generous to people you just meet.
Ryan reaches in his pants then hands Melissa a card from his pocket.
RYAN
Here is my card, call me if you ever need anything.
Ryan takes his gum out and sticks it on the side of the cheese board. He then sucks a breath in very loudly.
RYAN
Damn that’s juicy.
Ryan sucks in a couple more quick breathes.
Ryan
Like sugar on Christmas morning. Go ahead drink that wine up guys lets get sloppy.
DEEN
Wow Ryan It’s been a while since I’ve seen this side of you.
RYAN
That’s right brother I’m wild as the taliban.
Ryan begins pouring more wine in to Melissa’s glass.
ALEXSUS
That’s plenty.
Ryan continues pouring.
DEEN
Ryan she said that was enough.
RYAN
Don’t worry Deen You will get some there is another bottle coming.
Spilling the wine he begins filling up Deen’s glass.
DEEN
Ryan, I really don’t feel like drinking. Really just stop man.
Ryan sets the wine glass down.
RYAN
Deen, Marv is right about you. You got tiny balls. How you make it in this industry I’ll never know.
DEEN
(offended)
Hey! When times were down and gigs got low for me I did some foot fetish work.
Ryan pulls his head back in an attempt to look shocked.
DEEN
I’m not proud of it but, I had to eat. It made me the man I am today.
Alexsus looks at Deen awkwardly.
RYAN
That’s a little bit too much information bro. I don’t know if I could handle someone jacking off to my feet.
Ryan looks at Alexsus giggling.
DEEN
I know what this is all about. You have come here to show off because deep down you know for once in my life I am more important than you and it’s eating you up inside.
Ryan cocks his head back and chugs the wine.
DEEN
Another thing, I could give a flying fart about what you think of me.
The waiter presents the Bottle of expensive Champaign to Ryan who nods his head.
RYAN
(spitefully)
Oh, I see your foot is in one Ben Scriller movie and your head swells up like balloon.
MELISSA
Maybe I should leave.
Alexsus grabs her purse and Ryan places his hand on her arm.
RYAN
No you should stay. Tonight my brother and I are celebrating. Did you hear his foot has a part in the new Ben Stiller movie.
Ryan motions for the waiter as he walks by.
RYAN
Waiter bring another bottle of champaign.
WAITER
Sir I just brought you one are you sure.
Ryan points at the waiter.
RYAN
(pissed)
If you want to get tipped then bring another.
WAITER
Yes sir.
Deen turns and looks at Alexsus.
DEEN
Would you like me to walk you to your car?
Alexsus nods and the two stand up. Aalexsus extends her hand to Ryan.
ALEXSUS
It was very nice meeting you Ryan.
RYAN
Oh come on, do you really have to go?
ALEXSUS
I promised my boyfriend I would be at his place by ten.
RYAN
(surprised)
You have a boyfriend? What is his name.
Deen attempts to leave.
DEEN
Come on Alexsus Ryan has another bottle to finish.
ALEXSUS
His name is Patrick Wriggley.
RYAN
Nice first name. Well, shit it was awesome meeting you. We should do this again. Glass of wine for the road.
Ryan holds up a glass for Alexsus.
RYAN
Come on down it.
Ryan hands Alexsus the glass and she chugs the wine then gives the glass back to him.
RYAN
Whoa. That a girl.
Alexsus smiles back at Ryan and he raises his eyebrows at her.
DEEN
Alright Ryan. I will be seeing you later.
RYAN
Cool dude. Well we have to finish the shoot. Ralf will be pissed if he doesn't get his martini shot. Alright, I’ll hit you later.
Deen and Alexsus are walking out of the restaurant. Ryan looks around the restaurant.
RYAN
I’m just going to finish all this wine and I’ll see you guys later.
The waiter walks up behind Ryan as he holds up the wine glass to Alexsus who is now walking out the door.
WAITER
Is everything ok sir?
RYAN
Oh, yeah. More cheese please. Just bring a whole board of goat cheese.
WAITER
Ok, sure thing sir.
The waiter walks away and Ryan sets the wine glass down then glances once around the restaurant as he walks to the door. Ryan walks through the door and inconspicuously runs out leaving the empty table full of wine and cheese.
The waiter returns to the table with another bottle of wine and board of cheese. He looks around the restaurant then back at the table with his teeth gritted and his fore head wrinkled.
WAITER
Where did he go?
People in the restaurant turn to look at the upset waiter as he runs to the door and looks out.
WAITER
What a dick!
EXT. ALEXSUS’S CAR - NIGHT
Deen walks Alexsus walk to her car then stops right before reaching the trunk.
DEEN
Alexsus, I want to apologize for Ryan. He has been an ass hole to me since I got some ad on Times square. It’s like the jealously has consumed him to the point he never returned my phone calls. I had to contact his agent just to get him this gig just to try and speak with him. Hopefully we can do this again with a different photographer.
Alexsus smiles and hugs Deen.
ALEXSUS
You are so sweet. Listen, my boyfriend is hosting a party at his loft on fifty second. Its close to here would you like to come?
Deen looks at Alexsus Baffled by the offer.
DEEN
(surprised)
Are you serious? Wow! yeah, I would love to come.
ALEXSUS
People are coming over at around ten so I will call you at about nine with directions.
DEEN
Cool I’m looking forward to it.
Deen awkwardly hugs Melissa and she kisses him slightly on the cheek. Ryan Peers at the two from around a street corner.
RYAN
(to himself)
Well, I guess we got a little competition. That buffalo headed no talent prick.
A furious look takes over Ryan’s face and he walks silently away disgusted by what he has seen.
INT. MARV’S OFFICE - DAY
The Ryan attempts to walk in the office but, several lines of yellow tape is barricading the from entrance.
MARV
(shouting) Don’t come in! Wait.
Marv runs to the front entrance and hands Ryan a couple of shower caps.
MARV
Put your mop tops on. I don’t want to take a chance on you getting what I got.
RYAN
Don’t worry Marvy. I put on my toe condoms.
MARV
Good. Listen I got some more shoots lined up with you and Melissa. Just work that foot and you might get laid.
INT. RYAN’S APARTMENT - NIGHT
The apartment is very modern with pictures and sculptures of Ryan’s foot covering the walls a large sculpture is in the center of the room.
Ryan takes off his mink coat then his bubble wrap shoes. He walks to a leather chair grabs a remote control then falls into the chair as if exhausted and fatigued. Ryan’s cell phone rings. He answers it.
RYAN
Your on what’s the deal.
MARV (V.O.)
Hey it’s me.
RAYN
Where you aware that my brother was going to be at the shoot tonight. I mean don’t get me wrong, that Alexsus chick was hot. I want to wear her ass as a face mask and smell that sweet divide.
Marv coughs and gags on the other line as if he about to through up. The screen splits and Marv is visible on the right half.
He is in his apartment and it is a complete mess of clothes food boxes and beer bottles.
RYAN
You ok?
MARV
Yeah, your brother wasn't supposed to be there. I think his agent spoke to Ralf last minute. Did you take a bar?
RYAN
Yeah I took two. Are they supposed to make me feel tired.
MARV
Yeah a little bit. That’s why you drink something with caffeine it to keep you up.
RYAN
Well, I was definitely more at ease during the shoot tonight. Alexsus left the shoot early because Ralf wanted her to show her tits.
MARV
Yeah there nice.
RYAN
Well, she’s just not that type of model.
MARV
She was in play two years ago and pent house, hustler and I think slut fest.
RYAN
Wow. Are you sure?
MARV
I’d have to check again but I think so.
Marv opens up a pent house magazine and flips through it as Ryan pulls a bucket of fried chicken and a beer from his fridge.
RYAN
The only thing is she has a boyfriend. Why ids it all the good ones are taken. Marv I want you to try and schedule another shoot with us together.
MARV (V.O.)
I will talk to her agent. She owes me a few favors.
Ryan squirts a large glob of lotion in his hand and begins to rub his foot.
RYAN
In the mean time I want you to get some info on Pat Jones. Dig up whatever you can on him.
Ryan hangs up the phone and opens the pill bottle Marv handed him and looks at a pill in his hand then throws down his throat. He leans his head back and props up his foot on a chair.
RYAN
Time to file the pimp nails.
He opens a drawer and pulls out a toe nail grooming kit and a magnifying glass. Ryan begins to delicately shave down his toe nail. As he stares through the glass two of his toes begin to morph into faces.
RYAN
Huh?...
One toe takes on the resemblance of his face and the other Melissa’s. His toes begin to kiss each other as they grow arms and embrace.
EXT. BEACH - SUNSET
Ryan walks down the beach holding Alexsus’s hand as the sun sets over the water. The two walk on to a dance floor lit by tiki torches. They dance with a gentle grace as Ryan holds Alexsus’s bottom in his hands.
RYAN
You are so beautiful.
ALEXSUS
You are too.
RYAN
I love you.
ALEXSUS
I want to suck your big toe.
A bed suddenly appears on the dance floor and the two crawl into it. Melissa begins to cry as she willingly lets Ryan force his foot in her mouth.
Ryan pulls his foot out of her mouth then leans down and starts kissing her. As he begins to make love to Melissa a RINGING sound echoes catching both their attention.
INT. LIFE COACHES INC. - DAY
Deen walks through a pair of glass doors. He steps up to a secretary talking on her headset.
DEEN
Is coach Brad available? I really need to see him.
SECRETARY
You have an appointment?
DEEN
It’s not til’ next week but, its a real emergency.
The secretary looks at Deen pathetically.
SECRETARY
Your name?
DEEN
Deen.
SECRETARY
Take a seat.
The room is almost empty with the exception of one old lady. Deen looks across the room at the elderly women.
DEEN
(unsure) Hello, I’m Deen.
She looks up from the body builder magazine and then at the roll of fat around Deen’s stomach. She shakes her head with disapproval.
SECRETARY
Deen your in luck your Coach can see you.
DEEN
Oh great.
Deen walks into his coaches office. It is full of motivational picture and phrases framed on the wall.
INT. COACHES- OFFICE
The coach sits in a chair playing a computer game.
DEEN
Thanks coach.
“Coach” Brad a large athletic man with a dominant presence peers over the computer screen then displays a look of insult at Deen.
Deen takes a seat in an oddly shaped chair. The coach takes a slow sip of his coffee.
As Deen sits in the oddly shaped chair, it begins to weigh him. The scale shows up on the “Coach’s” computer screen. The screen lights up at 250 then makes a loud “game over” sound.
COACH
Your having trouble controlling that appetite.
Coach stands up and points at a picture of fat zones on the human body.
COACH
Your still in the red. You need to shoot for the green zone... That’s the skinny you. You deserve to be your true self. I look at you and get disappointed.
Ryan wipes down his forehead.
COACH
I laid out this raw food diet specifically for you to follow, not to entertain you with my wealth of knowledge. Enough about your body, how’s your love life, still missing I presume?
Deen nods his head and looks at the ground.
DEEN
There’s this girl I’m sort of interested in but, I don’t know how to go about to telling her I how I feel.
The coach rubs his crotch.
DEEN
I’ve tried everything.
COACH
(He pokes around on his computer, trying his hardest to pass the time) Tell me a little bit about this female.
DEEN
I met her after a meeting with my modeling agent.
COACH
Did you meet her in the parking lot?
DEEN
No, I met her in the lobby.
COACH
So she’s a model?
DEEN
Oh yea, and a beautiful one at that.
COACH
So what does she model?
DEEN
(Confused)... I’m not following.
COACH
What body part does she model?
DEEN
Everything, she’s full body.
COACH
And you want to be friends with this girl?
DEEN
No, I want to date her.
COACH
What makes you think you have a chance?
DEEN
(Insulted) What!!!
The COACH realizes DEEN’S offended facial expression.
COACH
What I meant to say, is what are you doing to get her attention?
The COACH stands up and walks around his desk and takes a seat in an identical chair next to DEEN.
His computer automatically weighs him, the screen displays several numbers. Finally, the screen blinks the word “perfect” while the speakers chime “your perfect”.
DEEN and the COACH both look at the computer in complete silence.
COACH
When you first came to me you were scared and running in circles.
DEEN
(noding) I was.

COACH
You’ve come a long way Deen. I see determination in you eyes.
COACH
Just think about how far you have come since you started seeing me. You were depressed, fat, and lacked motivation. Your still fat but, now you have the will to change.
Deen looks at his coach and nods in agreement.
COACH
Try to concentrate DEEN. When your trying to get the attention of a women you must connect with her on a more intimate level rather then a a friendship.
DEEN
This is what I’m talking about, when I get around her all I do is think of pathetic topics to talk about, nothing serious.
COACH
I wouldn’t worry about the quality of the topic of conversation, but when you find yourself entering into a mature and more serious conversation, you need to let loose and open up. Show her who you really are. Let her know you have found your inner DEEN.
DEEN
My inner DEEN, I like that.
COACH
Yes, your inner DEEN. Women love when a man can open up and become deep within.
DEEN
Deep?
COACH
Yes DEEN, deep. The Deeper you are, the more she can feel you and trust you.
DEEN
I’m worried when the time comes I won’t be able to be as deep as she needs me to be.
COACH
Don’t worry about being the deepest the first time your with her... (The COACH leans forward) Now tell me, how deep do you think you can go.
DEEN
(Serious) That’s a pretty intimidating question... Three, maybe four inches, and that’s if I wear my man girdle.
COACH
(Irritated) Damn it DEEN that’s not what I’m talking about. How deep can you be emotionally. Jesus Christ, what is your problem? (The COACH sits back in his chair and gathers himself) First love yourself! I’m your coach because I’m smarter than you Deen... (DEEN daises off into the distance) I want you to look at me.
COACH
(assuring)Your fat because your weak Deen. You pick your food like you pick your women, with low standards.
The coach walks up to Deen and puts his hand on Deen’s shoulder.
DEEN
(scared and confused) Got it coach.
The life coach now stands behind Deen and places his hands slowly across Deen’s shoulders.
COACH
Show your successful side. She doesn't know the real Deen. Wear a pair of open toed shoes next time your around he; That way she gets a good look at your better half.
COACH
Here, wear this it might help you.
The coach places a small ring in Deen’s hand.
COACH
It’s a ring I bought for my wife.
DEEN
(excited) I can’t take this.
COACH
Don’t worry the diamonds aren't real. Maybe you can have it refitted for your pinky toe or something.
Deen looks at the ring in the light.
DEEN
I like it.
COACH
Now go on, I got to make my twelve o’clock appointment with my life coach... It’s a vicious cycle.
Deen gets up and walks to the door. He stops at the door and looks back at his coach who is following.
DEEN
I can’t tell you how much this means. Thank You.
The coach slams the door in Deen’s face. Then walks back to his desk and presses the intercom button on his phone.
COACH
Make sure that Deen finds his way out, OK... and then bill him one hundred dollar for the session and another hundred for the ring.
INT. RYAN’S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Ryan awakes in his chair as his phone RINGS on the table beside him. He picks up the phone and holds it against his ear as he wipes off his face and shakes his head trying to regain consciousness.
The screen splits as Ryan answers the phone.
RYAN
(drowsy)
Hello.
MARV
Hey it’s Marv.
Marv lights up a smoke on the other line. He is on the toilet feeding a turtle in a dirty bowl by his rest room sink.
RYAN
Yeah what’s up?
MARV
I found out a few interesting things about that Pat Jones guy. You google his name and his youtube videos pop up. This guy is suppose to be some kind of musician.
Marv flushes the toilet and gets up with a piece of long tissue stuck between his butt cheeks.
MARV
He gets over a million views on anything he puts up. The songs are halfway funny and somewhat catchy. He just has a hell of a fan base.
RYAN
(curious)
What’s one of his songs?
Marv
He’s got one called Oreo Rap. It’s ok I guess but, get this, apparently he still lives with his mom so he can’t be that big of a “internet sensation”.
RYAN
(interested) How old is his guy?
MARV
His profile said twenty nine.
RYAN
Thirty and still living at home, this guy sounds like a loser. I wonder what Alexsus see’s in him.
MARV
He seems to have a loyal fan base. Some woman runs a fan space for him on the web. I contacted her and she’s his mom. Apparently she lives with him as a maid. He pays her to clean up after him.
Ryan scoffs.
RYAN
Sounds like a real winner.
MARV
Bottom line he’s got no talent. He’s just some over night youtube hot shot.
Ryan looks at his toes and shakes his head as he tries to forget his odd dream. Marv is on the other line trying to clip his long black nails.
MARV
Your the number one foot model in the world, so don’t worry about that guy you will be Alexsus’s pants by the end of the week.
RYAN
I don’t know what if she really cares about this guy?
MARV
I don’t think so. He lives at home still. She obviously can’t love this guy.
Marv squeezes extremely hard on the clippers causing a nail to pop off and hit the wall. He puts out his cigarette and lights another. Ryan gets up and opens his fridge then grabs a box of Chinese food left overs.
MARV
Listen Alexsus’s agent owes me a few favors. Let me get on the phone and see if I can’t get you guys together on another shoot.
RYAN
This time without my brother there and try and get a photographer that doesn't want her to strip.
MARV
(defensive)
Hey! Ralf is an artist it’s not my fault that the bitch is a prude.
RYAN
(offended)
Hey watch out. Your idea of a woman lives under your bed and requires lotion and air.
MARV
I might take offense to that if I didn't have Shelly to keep me warm at night.
RYAN
(concerned)
How is Shelly?
MARV
She is visiting her parents but, she will be back in a week.
Marv swallows a gulp of whiskey and pushes a blow up doll on his floor under his bed.
MARV
I’m sorry your brother has gotten so popular. I’m doing all I can to rep your name in this city. I’ll do my best to get the two of you together just don’t get pissed if your game is a little rusty.
RAYN
You know you are more than an agent, your a close friend. My brother may have left you but, I know sticking with you was the right thing to do and it will pay off.
Marv feeds a small turtle in a bowl in the corner of his room. The split screen ends and it is just Marv making a bowl of beer cereal.
MARV
Listen, while you wait for this thing with Melissa to work out you need to at least get some kind of a slump buster. There has got to be some lonely house wife you can break off a piece of cookie for.
RYAN
I can handle Melissa I just need to get Deen out of the picture.
Marv sprinkles food in the turtle bowl. He then holds the turtle in his hand and blows smoke in it’s face.
MARV
What’s wrong with you? Your not eating.
RYAN
What?
MARV
Oh, nothing. Listen, I think I have an idea to take Deen out of the picture. Or his foot rather.
RYAN
Go ahead I’m listening.
MARV
His birthday is coming up.
Marv sets the turtle down on is table and props his foot up and begins to clip his long black toe nails again. His feet are miraculously grotesque.
MARV
Why don’t you just repackage my toe nail grooming kit. If he uses it without proper sterilization it would take his toes out of the picture for a good bit.
Ryan holds his chin and looks up in deep thought as Marv cringes to clip his fungus ridden black nails. After snapping a nail off he takes the clippers and blows gently then hacks and coughs on them.
RYAN
That actually sounds like a thoughtful idea.
MARV
I’ll bring you the gift tomorrow. I’ll have it wrapped so give it to him as soon as you can.
Ryan grabs the remote by his chair and turns on the television then begins watching a football game.
MARV
You want to grab a beer somewhere?
RYAN
I don’t know man those bars got me out of it. I’m pretty sleepy.
MARV
Take as many as you need I got another prescription. Well, Call me tomorrow.
RYAN
Alright later.
MARV
One more thing. I have a friend that might get you a bit of recognition. I’ll dress up like a mugger and let you kick my ass.
RYAN
I don’t know what if she calls the cops.
MARV
Your thinking about it too much. Just trust me.
Ryan hangs up the phone and stares at the television. His eyes begin to close as his head sits propped in his hand.
INT. -- STADIUM -- NIGHT
A large stadium is full of screaming fans on their feet cheering for the team with the ball. The huddle breaks and Ryan walks behind the large line men who jog up to the line of scrimmage. As the big line men get down in their three point stance Ryan gets behind the center.
FAN IN THE CROWD
(enthusiastically)
Hell yeah! I live for this game.
He looks to the sideline and watches the cheerleaders shake their pom-poms when his eyes look directly at Melissa who is one of the cheerleaders on the sideline. She looks back at him efficaciously and blows him a kiss.
RAYN
This T.D. Is for you.
Ryan returns the kiss with a wink. The defense lines up on the offense. A snarling Deen is lined up on the d-line. Deen is huge muscular and bare footed. He drools as he anticipates the ball to snap.
RYAN
Down set hike.
Ryan draws back with the ball and is immediately leveled by Deen. Ryan opens his eye and Deen is on top of him with his face mask pressed against Ryan’s. Drool drips from Deen’s mouth to Ryan’s face. A stream of drool dangles from Deen’s lip and lands on Ryan’s face.
DEEN
There’s always room for one more.
When Deen gets up he does a stomping dance and taunts the opposing teams sideline. Ryan struggles to his feet and Deen points at him laughing.
DEEN
Yeah baby, I bring that wood. Your going down.
Ryan looks over at Melissa who is on the sideline licking her lips and touching her breast. He then looks back at Deen who points at melissa pulling on his crotch.
RYAN
Ok, get in here.
Ryan pulls his team mates together in a huddle and looks up at them as he takes a knee.
RYAN
You boys better block this time. I’m going for the touch down. Hell Mary Twenty eight fly on three ready break!
Deen squeezes his fist and rubs his hands together as he lines up against Ryan’s offensive line men.
DEEN
Hey Ryan, your ass is grass.
Deen pulls grass out of the field and throws it in the wind. Ryan’s eyes widen as he looks down at Deen who snarls and kicks his foot back like a bull. Ryan places his hands under the center still keeping an eye on Deen.
RYAN
Two eight! Two eight! Set hit! Hit!
Ryan looks at Melissa then back at Deen who’s leg is twitching and foot twisting into the field.
RYAN
Hit!
The ball is snapped into Ryan’s hands and he pulls back watching his receivers take off down the field. Deen blows by the offensive tackle pumping his arms in a mad dash toward Ryan.
DEEN
(viciously)
Your mine now.
Ryan spins around as Deen grabs hold of his Jersey. Deen slips letting go of Ryan then gets up and Charges at him again. This time going full speed with a head full of steam Deen slams into Ryan just as he lets go of the foot ball.
RYAN
Ahhh!
The two slam to the ground and Ryan lifts up his head.
RYAN
(hopeful)
Come on. Catch it.
Both Ryan and Deen look up as the ball sails down field. The ball starts to descend as the receiver jumps above his defenders. Deen and Ryan watch the ball intensely.
INT. RYAN’S APARTMENT - NIGHT
The phone RINGS waking Ryan from his slumber.
RYAN
Hello.
ALEXSUS (V.O.)
Ryan it’s Melissa. I’m not waking you up, am I?