newest foot model as of today

FOOT MODELS


Written by Jacob Jones and
Jeremy Beall
































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Copywritten November 19, 2008































EXT. CITY SIDEWALK - MORNING
Music in: Upbeat disco rhythm.
A pair of fine dress shoes and slacks chop back and forth.
Ryan, an extremely overweight and arrogant male in his late twenties, talks on his blue tooth while drinking a frappuccino, eating a donut, and smoking a cigarette.
RYAN
(loud) I don’t have time for this.
Deen looks up at a tall building with a LED displaying a number counting down.

There’s no way I can squeeze in any charity work. When homeless people start paying my bills I’ll start serving them soup.
Ryan walks down the side walk and approaches a street corner. As he passes the corner of a building an elderly woman rolls over his foot with a wheel chair.
Music out: Upbeat disco rhythm.
RYAN
(panic) Holy... shit!
He screams and throws the wheel chair off his foot. The old woman flies out of the chair. Her face hits the concrete.
Ryan picks up his right foot with a terrified expression. He starts taking photos of his foot with his cell phone as the elderly woman crawls to her chair.
RYAN
What’s your name? Better yet where do you live? You have insurance on that wheel chair? (holding his foot) I might have to rehab.
WHEEL CHAIR LADY
Fuck your foot! fat ass! What about me?

RYAN
Your too old to be driving that yourself. You shouldn't be behind those wheels, someone should be pushing you...
Ryan takes a drag from his cigarette.
RYAN
You know what... fuck it. Your probably rolling without insurance like a criminal.
Ryan takes a final drag and gathers himself.
Music in: Upbeat disco rhythm.
A look of self righteousness devours his demeanor as he proceeds down the sidewalk.
POV. THROUGH A LUXURY SKY RISE WINDOW - MOMENTS LATER
Deen, a sweaty obese male in his late twenties, jogs on a treadmill.
INT. SKY RISE APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS
Still jogging he takes a drink of water while reading the bible. His treadmill alerts him that the work out is over.
He grabs his water bottle taking a drink as he steps off the treadmill.
INT. HALLWAY - MORNING
As he strolls down the hallway several cheesy and unflattering pictures of him and his grandma line the wall.
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 toes.
He then uses the same towel to dry off the line of sweat that runs down his butt. Without consideration of thought he takes the now completely wet towel and wipes off his face.
Exhaustively, he takes a seat on a black leather couch and turns the T.V. on.
EXT. CITY SIDE WALK - MORNING
Ryan still strutting down the sidewalk talking on his blue tooth.
RYAN
I want to get into a new style of modeling. I just don’t know what.
STEPHAN (O.S.)
What new field are you talking about?
RYAN
Back modeling... Hello?
EXT. POOL SIDE - CONTINUOUS
Stephan, a high profile back of the head model, sits in a lawn chair with a drink in hand. The view of the back of his head is so profound and breath taking it demands to be seen at all times.
STEPHAN
No. no. no. I’m here. I was just having a deep thought.
Stephan sips a frozen Margarita.
EXT. CITY SIDEWALK - CONTINUOUS
RYAN
Hold on a second I’m getting a BEEP.
Ryan takes his right hand and pushes on his blue tooth to switch lines.
RYAN
Hello.
INT. MARV’S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
Marv’s assistant, a hot blonde, is sitting behind an expensive desk with her feet propped on the top of it.
MARV’S ASSISTANT
Marv told me to call and remind you about you and your brothers’ meeting this morning.
RYAN
Yeah, I’m on my way.
INT. MARV’S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
MARV’S ASSISTANT
Should I call your brother and remind him or do you think he’ll remember.
EXT. CITY SIDE WALK - CONTINUOUS
He exhales the final collection of smoke.
RYAN
(arrogant) The hell if I know, I don’t keep up with him. (He thoughtlessly flicks the cigarette in to a baby stroller.)
Smoke rings are puffed one by one from the stroller.
EXT. DEEN’S CONDO HALLWAY - MOMENTS LATER
Deen stands waiting on the elevator to respond. During his short wait his stomach starts to turn. A noise comes from his gut as he touches his self to ease the pain.
The elevator indicator shows it’s only three levels away from his floor.
DEEN
(his facial expression becomes more intense) 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 to make the decision to either proceed to the meeting or go to the rest room. Deen glances at his wrist watch as his forehead beads with sweat.
DEEN
(under his breath) You can do it!
He walks back to the elevator opening to find several beautiful women crammed inside. He hesitates but eventually joins the stunning crowd.
As he stands directly in the center, his skin looks moist as he nervously anticipates the landing. On the way down his face becomes strained.
DEEN
(he whispers to himself) Don’t do it... (closes his eye) Be a team player...
A long high pitch fart consumes the elevator. His eye’s enlarge. He turns and looks at one of the hot females.
HOT FEMALE 1
...Sorry...
The other females giggle and cover their noses. He looks deep into the embarrassed girls eyes and lets out his potent aroma.
HOT FEMALE 2
What the fuck!!!
Deen looks around stunned as if he was expecting the same humored response.
HOT FEMALE 3 (O.S.)
Smells like baby shit.
The elevator doors open and the women pour out holding their noses. Deen looks around innocently and covers his nose.

Deen approaches the front doors to the building. He exists first and holds the door open for a young woman. She ignores his selfless token.
Rose, an older, well dressed women steps out of a limousine and approaches the door where Deen is standing. She observes the young woman’s response to Deen’s gentleman gesture.
ROSE
Why don’t you thank that nice, young man? You know chivalry is almost dead because of girls like you.
The embarrassed young woman turns around and walks up to Deen.
EMBARRASSED WOMAN
I’m sorry 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. I would like to buy you a drink.
Deen, stunned from her compliance, accepts the card.
DEEN
(stuttering) Sure sounds great.
DEEN and ROSE stand side by side as the EMBARRASSED WOMEN disappears amongst the people traveling back and forth on the busy sidewalk.
After the EMBARRASSED WOMEN wonders away, ROSE and DEEN bump fist.
ROSE
I wouldn’t waste your time.
DEEN
(still holding the door open) Why? She was beautiful!
ROSE
It looks like she sleeps in a tanning bed, and that blonde hair is so 90’s. (She picks a piece of lint from his shirt) She’s to superficial, and that’s not what my Deenie baby needs.
DEEN
Are we still on for X-BOX...?
ROSE
Call of Duty?
DEEN
Winner gets a foot rub...
ROSE
(seductive) Hope I lose. (waving her fingers as she enters the building)
INT. MARV’S OFFICE - DAY
Ryan sits in a as the secretary sits behind the desk with her feet propped on top.
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 sits directly in front of the secretary’s desk. He leans over in his seat to sneak a glimpse down the secretary’s skirt.
SECRETARY
I will be sure to tell him.
He is pleased in what he is seeing. The secretary notices him looking down her skirt. She looks at him as if he’s pathetic and places her feet on the ground.
Ryan grins at her and readjusts his neck tie. Deen, out of breath and sweating, enters the office. Deen takes a seat next to Ryan while wiping the sweat from his forehead.
The doors to the bosses office swing open. Marv, a short fat Italian agent, walks out.
MARV
(arms wide) Ryan Deen! How are my boys doing? Step into my office.
The two brothers walk into the office. Over sized windows stand behind Marv’s desk. The furniture in the room screams success.
MARV
Take a seat boys.
Deen and Ryan take a seat 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. He takes the bottle of food and shakes it several times over the water then 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.
MARV
They say not to feed them to much but, I like my fishes nice and fat.
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 at 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
(looking up at the ceiling in relief) Fuck it.
Marv jams one 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 then looks at Ryan.
MARV
Ryan, I set up a stand in with a pornographic company. This time all they are going to need you for is a few shots of you feet and your calves. Apparently this big porn star has the legs of a twelve year old boy and the director needs a pair of sculpted man legs.
Ryan anticipates a question and raises his hand.
MARV
(shouting) Don’t start with me about your porn career. No one wants to see that shit.
RAYN
But...
MARV
Not a word shut your mouth.
Marv looks at Deen.
MARV
Deen I have been looking every where for religious based modeling and son, I just can’t find anything.
DEEN
I might have some independent work coming up.
MARV
Independent. Well, does that mean your getting paid.
DEEN
Yeah! I’m getting paid. That’s what it’s all about! Right?
RYAN
See, that’s how you can tell we are brothers because we are just about money and modeling.
MARV
That’s right. That was the motto of your mom and dad before they passed away. Come on boys I have nothing but great intentions for you. 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.
MELISSA
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.
Melissa walks toward the brothers very seductively. Deen stares at Melissa’s 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 Melissa and Props his foot on her leg.
MELISSA
Wow your foot smells delicious.
Ryan smiles.
RYAN
Pumpkin spice. It’s a holiday scent.
Ralf makes a quite sign with his finger on Melissa’s lips.
RALF
(with a lisp)
Foot magazines are pay thousands to have this on the cover.
Deen winks at Melissa 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.
MELISSA
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.
MELISSA
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 brothers 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, shit 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. -- STEPS OF MODELING BUILDING -- NIGHT
Deen runs out of the building’s lobby. Melissa is walking away and he jogs to catch up with the model.
DEEN
Hey!
Melissa turns around as Deen runs up to her. Ryan watches the two from the seventh floor window of the building Melissa 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.
MELISSA
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.
Melissa 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.
MELISSA
Mostly by people taking my picture.
DEEN
I can kind of relate. All I ever hear is how beautiful my feet are.
MELISSA
You do have beautiful feet.
DEEN
Well thank you.
Melissa 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.
Melissa 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.
Melissa looks up and notices Ryan staring down at her. He quickly walks away from the window.
MELISSA
Yeah, sure I guess I can go for a bite to eat.
Ryan reappears in the window and watches Melissa 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 Melissa. Ryan takes out his pill bottle and swallows a few.
RALF
Looks like your brother likes the shy bitch. Walk out on my shoot. Huh. Who does that whore think she is.
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.
MELISSA
I am originally from Texas. 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.
MELISSA
I beg your pardon?
Deen takes a drink washing he food down.
DEEN
Everything is Bigger in Texas. You never heard that expression?
MELISSA
(unimpressed)
Oh, right yeah.
DEEN
So did your parents make you model?
MELISSA
No I wanted to.
DEEN
My parents were killed when I was just a little kid. They were hit by a drunk driver.
MELISSA
(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.
Melissa seems to be more interested in a Marinara stain on Deen’s shirt than her food.
MELISSA
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.
Melissa 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 Melissa.
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.
MELISSA
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?
MELISSA
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 Melissa 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 Melissa 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 Melissa.
RAYN
I’m sure my brother Deen has already told you all about me.
MELISSA
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?
Melissa smiles.
MELISSA
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.
Melissa 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 Melissa 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 Melissa where are you from?
MELISSA
Well, I was born in Texas and lived there till I was about sixteen. Then I came here to New York City.
RYAN
What brought you to the big apple.
MELISSA
K-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 K-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.
MELISSA
(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.
MELISSA
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.
Melissa 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 Melissa 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 fuck 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 Stiller movie and your head swells up like balloon.
MELISSA
Maybe I should leave.
Melissa 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 Melissa.
DEEN
Would you like me to walk you to your car?
Melissa nods and the two stand up. Melissa extends her hand to Ryan.
MELISSA
It was very nice meeting you Ryan.
RYAN
Oh come on, do you really have to go?
MELISSA
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 Melissa Ryan has another bottle to finish.
MELISSA
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 Melissa
RYAN
Come on down it.
Ryan hands Melissa the glass and she chugs the wine then gives the glass back to him.
RYAN
Whoa. That a girl.
Melissa 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 Melissa 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 Melissa 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. -- MELISSA’S CAR -- NIGHT
Deen walks Melissa walk to her car then stops right before reaching the trunk.
DEEN
Melissa, 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.
Melissa smiles and hugs Deen.
MELISSA
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 Melissa Baffled by the offer.
DEEN
(surprised)
Are you serious? Wow! yeah, I would love to come.
MELISSA
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 smug 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 the Melissa 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. Melissa 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 Patrick Wriggly. 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 Melissa’s hand as the sunsets. The two walk on to a dance floor lit by tiki torches. They dance with a gentle grace as Ryan holds Melissa’s bottom in his hands.
RYAN
You are so beautiful.
MELISSA
You are too.
RYAN
I love you.
MELISSA
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 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, 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! Im your coach because I’m smarter the you Deen. I want you to look at me.
COACH
(assuring)Your fat because your weak Deen. You eat like you fuck, 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 flip flops next time you see her. 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 dollars.
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 wriggly 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 Melissa 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 even pays her to clean up after him.
Ryan scoffs and the two share a brief laugh.
RYAN
He sounds like an ass.
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 NYC, so don’t worry about that guy you will be Melissa’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 Melissa’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.
MELISSA (V.O.)
Ryan it’s Melissa. I’m not waking you up, am I?
RYAN
No I was just watching the game. I’m glad you called. Is everything ok?
Ryan looks at his watch sitting on the table beside him. Then takes the remote and clicks off the football game on the television.
MELISSA
(talking over a party in the background)
Yeah, you want to come to a party. Your brother Deen’s here he said it would be cool to call you.
Melissa hiccups. Ryan gets up from his chair and looks at himself in a bathroom mirror then flips on the light and draws back from his reflection.
RYAN
(under his breath)
Wake up.
MELISSA
I didn't hear that. Are you sure I didn't wake you up?
RYAN
Yeah, yeah I’m golden. Wide awake!
MELISSA
You didn't answer me. Do you want to come to a party?
People in the back ground are talking in loud drunk voices over rap music. Ryan opens the pill bottle and drops another one down his throat then takes a drink of water from the bathroom sink.
RYAN
Absolutely. Where is it at?
EXT. -- CITY SIDEWALK -- NIGHT
Snow begins to fall as Ryan waves down a cab in front of his apartment. The cab lets Ryan out in front of the apartment and he walks through a door and into a small room next to a wall of mail boxes. Ryan pushes a button next to a speaker.
RYAN
Yeah it’s Ryan.
PATRICK (V.O.)
Who?
RYAN
Ryan. Melissa told me to come.
PATRICK (V.O.)
Ryan, oh yeah the foot model. Come on up.
The door buzzes and Ryan opens it then proceeds to walk up the steps. Ryan approaches a door with loud music coming from behind it. He starts to knock on the door but, it suddenly opens before he touches it. Behind the door is a young man with funky dyed and moosed tossed hair. He is wearing a purple robe and holding a drink in his hand.
PATRICK
Hey, come in. Ryan right.
RYAN
Yeah.

PATRICK
Your brother is so hilarious. I didn't realize you both were foot models that is too cool. Go on in there’s food and drinks so help yourself to whatever.
Patrick looks down at Ryan’s shoes.
PATRICK
If you don’t mind take your shoes off.
RYAN
(apprehensive)
Sure.
Patrick walks away from the door and to a group of people formed in a semi circle around a guy holding a camera. Ryan grabs a beer from a cooler and walks around the party aimlessly.
An older woman with an extremely long nose is wearing a bikini and dancing by herself. She stares at Ryan seductively. She lifts her arms and there are white/yellow clumps of deodorant hanging from stray hairs under her arm pits.
OLDER WOMAN
Hey baby want to dance with me.
RYAN
Nice swim suit but no thanks.
There is a fog machine and a large bright projection of lava bubbling on the apartment wall. People are dancing in different corners of the room to the point that the party is broken into several smaller groups. Across the room Ryan spots Deen and Melissa laughing.
MELISSA
Ryan come over here.
Ryan guzzles down his beer and grabs two more from a cooler beside him. He walks up to the small group were Deen gives him a nod. Melissa gives him a hug.
MELISSA
You made it.
DEEN
I’m going to get another drink, Melissa are you good?
The tempo of the music changes to a slower more ambient sound as Deen walks up to the group of guys around the camera.
MELISSA
I’m glad you came. I want you to meet my friends. Ryan this is Jerry.
RYAN
Nice to meet you.
Jerry, a Neanderthal looking man with a tight shirt, grips Ryan’s hand. The guy is completely wired and has a bit of white powder under his nose.
MELISSA
Last but, not least Cliff.
Cliff extends his elbow at Ryan and Ryan shakes his elbow.
MELISSA
Cliff is a hand model and Jerry is a back and butt double for all the action stars.
Jerry has normal features with the exception of his back and butt which are more muscular than any other part of his body.
MELISSA
Do that thing with your butt Jerry.
Jerry turns around and bounces his butt cheeks with vigor as he smiles at Ryan.
RYAN
Excellent.
CLIFF
So Melissa tells us your a foot model.
RYAN
It’s a way to make a living.
Cliff stares at Ryan’s feet.
JERRY
That must explain the plastic wrap around your feet.
RYAN
Yeah it’s sort of like a foot condom. It keeps my booties clean and free from scratches.
Deen is by Patrick talking and suddenly moon walks across the floor as the man with the camera to focuses his attention on Deen’s dance moves. Deen throws his jacket on a guys head.
CLIFF
We met your brother Deen. He’s a foot model too right?
RYAN
Yeah.
CLIFF
That’s awesome. I wish my feet looked like that. All I have is my hands.
Cliff lifts his hands and they are covered with tight black gloves that go all the way up to his elbow.
CLIFF
So, how did you get in the business.
Ryan looks over at Melissa who is captivated by Deen’s ability to entertain the crowd. Deen begins freak dancing with the old lady in the swim suit.
CLIFF
You know being a body part model.
RYAN
I’ve been doing it for a while now.
Ryan looks over at Deen as people begin to gravitate to the crowd watching Deen dance. An older woman dressed as a maid walks out of a room and begins cleaning up a spilt glass of wine. Patrick walks up to were his mother is cleaning the floor and drops a lit cigarette beside the spilt glass of wine.
PATRICK
Mom! Go in your room you are embarrassing me. You can clean up tomorrow.
PATRICK’S MOTHER
Honey just let my put something down to soak this spill up.
Patrick kneels down beside his mother as she scrubs on the floor.
PATRICK
I said beat it. Go to your room and don’t come out until the party is over.
RYAN
Excuse me.
Ryan walks away from the group and up a flight of stairs onto the apartments fire escape. He finishes the beer and drops it on the street below.
RYAN
What the hell?
Ryan blinks his eyes as he watches a couple begin to make love through a window across the street. The couple looks at Ryan the shuts the blinds.
RYAN
Good night. I should have stayed in bed.
The bottle busts and Ryan leans over the balcony as he finishes the other beer in his hand. Ryan BURPS and makes a sour expression. Melissa slowly walks out on to the fire escape.
MELISSA
Hey how’s it going?
RYAN
Uhm. Fucking great.
Ryan spits and watches it fall. Melissa pulls out a joint and lights it taking a few puffs then passes it to Ryan. Ryan looks at it and takes a long drag.
MELISSA
Easy it’s not a cigarette.
Ryan passes the joint back to Melissa and starts to laugh uncontrollably.
MELISSA
You just don’t give a shit do you.
RYAN
Pardon me?
MELISSA
Your crazy like your brother but, I guess you are just playing the quite guy tonight.
Melissa sways and grabs hold of Ryan’s arm to gain her balance.
RYAN
Do you like that?
MELISSA
I do.
RYAN
So does your boyfriend keep his mom locked in her room every time your over here.
MELISSA
We are not together anymore.
RYAN
So he is not your boyfriend.
MELISSA
Nope.
RYAN
So why are you over here?
MELISSA
To drink.
Ryan looks at melissa and she smiles back at him.
MELISSA
I was going to tell him tonight but, I don’t want to spoil the party.
RYAN
How considerate of you.
Melissa passes the joint back to Ryan and he immediately sucks it down with several huge puffs.
Melissa
Your different from other models, you know that.
RYAN
Your fucking hot.
MELISSA
Your feet are fucking hot.
Melissa looks down at Ryan’s feet then off the fire escape and down at the street. Ryan looks up at the sky and opens his mouth catching a snow flake on his tongue.
RYAN
I’m thirsty.
Melissa laughs and nudges closer to Ryan.
MELISSA
I’m cold.
RYAN
I’m hungry.
MELISSA
Do you want to get some waffles? I haven't had waffles in so long.
RYAN
Right now?
MELISSA
Right now.
RYAN
Yeah, sure lets go.
EXT. -- NEW YORK STREET -- NIGHT
Ryan and Melissa walk down a street and from behind them a man runs up with a gun in his pocking out of his pocket at Melissa and Ryan. The mugger is wearing a ski mask and Juicy pants.
MUGGER
Give me your purse bitch.
RYAN
(fearful)
Don’t hurt us here just take the money.
MUGGER
Hurry up! Unless you want to die bitch!
The familiar mugger winks at Ryan.
RYAN
(under his breath)
Marv?
MELISSA
Ok, just please don’t hurt us.
The Marv the mugger grabs Melissa’s purse and takes off running. Ryan looks at Melissa then takes off running after him.
MELISSA
Ryan don’t! He’s got a gun! Somebody help us!
The Marv disguised as the mugger rounds a street corner followed by Ryan. As soon as he rounds the corner he pulls up the ski mask and hands Ryan back the purse.
MARV
Just relax your going to look like the shit.
Marv grabs the corner of the building and screams.
MARV/MUGGER
(screaming)
Don’t hurt me! Just take the purse back.
Marv gives Ryan a thumbs up and runs away. Ryan rounds the corner and walks back towards Melissa.
MELISSA
Are you ok?
Ryan holds out her purse as he walks up to her she grabs him with a hug.
MELISSA
You could have been killed.
Melissa finds a man walking down the street and calls out to him.
MELISSA
I’m going to get him to call the cops.
Ryan touches her hand then holds out her purse.
RYAN
Don’t bother by the time they show up he will be long gone. I think I broke his arm getting your purse back so I doubt he will coming back for seconds.
Melissa hugs Ryan again then kisses his cheek.
RAYN
Let’s just forget about this and get something to eat.
Melissa hugs Ryan tightly.
MELISSA
I can’t believe you risked your life just to get my purse back that was so stupid... and so brave.
Melissa stands on her toes and kisses Ryan briefly and unexpectedly on the lips.
MELISSA
Don’t ever do that again.
INT. -- THE GREASY SPOON (DINER) -- NIGHT
The restaurant has the decor of an old fashion diner from the fifties. Melissa and Ryan sit in a booth as a waitress, dressed in red and white, walks up to the table and places two large plates of waffles in front of Ryan and Melissa.
MELISSA
This looks so good. I’m starving.
Ryan picks up the syrup and begins to let a long steady stream pour on to his plate. Then with out stopping the pour moves it on Melissa’s plate and smothers her waffles in syrup.
MELISSA
I still can’t believe you ran after that mugger the way you did.
RYAN
(arrogantly)
What makes you say that? I’m not afraid of some low life with a gun.
MELISSA
I’ve never seen anyone do something like that. That was really dangerous.
RYAN
I laugh at danger.
MELISSA
Speaking of laugh your brother was hilarious at the party tonight. I didn't know he was that funny.
RYAN
Yeah, a real hoot.
MELISSA
I know you and your brother don’t really get along but, you should try to. Family is the most important thing you have in this world.
RYAN
We get along.
MELISSA
Come on.
RYAN
What?
MELISSA
Well, you barley acknowledged him at the party.
RYAN
I didn’t see him in there I wasn't really looking for him either?
MELISSA
Exactly. Really it’s none of my business but, maybe you should try to be nice to him even if you don’t mean it. He might could help your career.
RYAN
(defensive)
I don’t need any help. I’m doing just fine. Besides, what makes you think I enjoy getting stabbed in the back?
MELISSA
All I’m saying is that it might make you feel better just to do a little good when you don’t have to.
Ryan then brings the never ending stream of syrup back to his plate. He finishes the pour and looks at Melissa as he takes a large bite of the waffles. Ryan has syrup dripping off his chin causing Melissa to laugh. He feeds Melissa a large bite of waffles.
RYAN
Good?
MELISSA
That’s good. You have some.
Melissa points to her chin.
RYAN
What?
Melissa laughs at Ryan’s facial expression of denial.
RYAN
You sure?
Melissa nods then leans across the table and kisses Ryan. Ryan touches the side of her head and Melissa’s hair sticks to his fingers as he pulls his hand away from her head.
RYAN
Alright now that was good.
Ryan feeds her a large bite and the two chew together not saying a word just looking at each other.

INT. MARV’S OFFICE - DAY
Deen goes to steep through Marv’s office doors when he is suddenly stopped by the secretary. She places two shower caps in Deen’s hands.
DEEN
What are these for?
SECRATARY
His foot fungus. It has gotten worse. He requests that anyone who comes into his office were these.
Deen puts on the shower caps over his feet and opens the door.
MARV
Put your mop tops on Deen! I don’t want you to get what Ol’ Marvy’s got.
There is yellow police tape in front of the door and Deen dips under it as the door behind him closes.
Marv faces the window.
MARV
You wanted to see me.
DEEN
I need your help. Get me in a photo shoot with Melissa.
Marv takes a deep breathe as Deen walks closer to him.
MARV
Stop! Don’t come any closer. There is a rolex gig. Watch ankle bracelets. I can get you in the shoot with her.
DEEN
Thanks Marv.
MARV
Now go I don’t want this foot fungus to spread.
DEEN
Thanks Marv.
Deen runs out of Marv’s office.
INT. -- RYAN’S APARTMENT -- DUSK (NEXT DAY)
A BUZZ wakes Ryan. He sits up naked in his bed. He looks down at the sheets are thrown on the floor. Ryan answers the phone and looks around him lazily.
RYAN
Hello.
MARV (V.O.)
It’s Marv let me up.
Ryan walks over to a speaker by his door and presses a button. He then walks back to his bed and slips on some shorts. The door opens and Marv walks in holding a bag and blowing his nose.
MARV
You look well rested.
RYAN
You won’t believe what happened last night.
Marv pulls out a box from the bag that is gift wrapped with a bow.
MARV
Your gift to your brother.
Ryan looks at Marv with caution as he hands over the gift.
MARV
Don’t worry, I washed my hands before I wrapped it. You look half asleep your brother’s premier is in an hour you got to get ready.
RYAN
Marv I had the most amazing night. The funny thing is I don’t remember half of it.
MARV
Shit, how many bars did you take?
RAYN
Oh, that reminds me I’m going to need to get some more of those from you.
MARV
I can get those to you tonight until then here I got these.
Marv reaches into his fanny pack and pulls out a prescription bottle. As he opens it he spills pills all over Ryan floor.
MARV
Fuck! Fuck Fuck! Help me pick these up.
RYAN
Easy man. Relax.
MARV
I need a beer.
Marv scoops up the pills and puts them back into the bottle then opens Ryan’s fridge and grabs a beer and begins to down it.
MARV
I just got some uncut blow. This shit will blow your mind you gotta try some.
Marv pulls out a bag and dumps some whit powder on a table and begins cutting it into lines. Marv looks down and picks up a bra off the floor beside Ryan’s bed.
MARV
Looks like you broke the dry spell. Gimme da bag bitch!
Marv laughs and points his hand like a gun at Ryan.
RYAN
How did you know Melissa and I were going to be out there.
MARV
I was in the neighborhood saw you guys and just decided to improvise. I kinda thought you would puss out and I’d get to keep that nice Prada bag. You must have recognized me.
RYAN
I know I can’t even believe it myself. Last night just feels like one long dream.
Marv snorts loudly then lifts his head back pinching his nose.
MARV
Toot some of this. It will wake you up.
Marv hands Ryan a rolled up bill and Ryan makes a white line on his kitchen table disappear. Marv looks at his watch.
MARV
Shit, I can’t even feel my face. You better get going. Your brother’s premier is about to start. The movie is about to start.
EXT. -- MOVIE THEATRE -- DUSK
Photographers surround a red carpet flashing photographs as the stars, people dressed in fine tuxes and expensive dresses, walk out of limousines and up to the theatre doors. Ryan steps under a rope and on the red carpet. He walks through the door and begins peering in the crowd looking for his brother.
Suddenly he spots Melissa then Deen puts his arm around her and looks over at Ryan. Deen laughs to himself as Melissa waves at Ryan. The two walk up to Ryan.
DEEN
Come to see your brother on the big screen?
Ryan extends his hand with a bag in it.
RYAN
Happy birthday brother.
Deen grabs the bag from Ryan and looks at Melissa.
DEEN
What’s this?
RYAN
Just a gift happy belated b-day bro.
Deen looks a Ryan and nods his head.
DEEN
Come here bro.
Deen hugs Ryan and Melissa smiles watching the brothers .
RYAN
I’m surprised to see you here.
DEEN
I asked Melissa last night if she would be my date for the screening. Lucky for me she said yes I really didn't have anyone else to go with me. She looks gorgeous doesn't she.
Ryan looks at Melissa and takes a deep breathe.
RYAN
Yeah, she does.
A man in a tuxedo walks up to Deen and puts his hand on Deen’s shoulder.
MAN IN TUXEDO
Deen, Ben is in theatre. He wants to know were you are sitting.
DEEN
Benny is here great.
Deen looks at Melissa.
DEEN
Well, Shall we.
Deen extends his arm and Melissa slips hers in his.
MELISSA
See you later Ryan.
Melissa winks at Ryan.
DEEN
There is going to be a party at Ben Stiller’s house after the screening. I could probably get you in if you want to come.
The man in the tuxedo motions for Deen.
DEEN
Thanks again for the gift.
Marv approaches Ryan’s shoulder as Deen and Melissa walk in to the screening room. Ryan looks at Marv who is sweating and twitching. His eyes are dilated and it is obvious he has white powder on his nose.
MARV
Did you give him the gift?
Ryan looks at Marv then wipes his nose in a gesture for Marv to do the same thing.
RYAN
Jesus how much of blow have you done?
MARV
I finished the bag. Hey do they serve drinks here. I got to get a buzz going. I need to come down a little bit. Are you going to watch it.
Before Ryan answers Marv he watches him flag down an employee from the theatre.
MARV
Hey buddy get me two Coronas.
Marv hastily pulls money from his pocket and hands it to the man. A large bald security man listens on his ear piece then looks around as if looking for Marv.
MARV
Get yourself one while you at it.
Marv turns to Ryan and it is very clear hey is extremely jumpy. Marv notices the security guy moving closer to his direction.
MARV
Listen man I’m going to have to go to the bar tell me how the movie turned out will you.
Marv looks over his shoulder in a paranoid manner then walks away.
SECURITY
(to Marv)
Sir, excuse me sir you can’t be in here.
INT. -- SCREENING ROOM -- NIGHT
Ryan looks down off the balcony and in the middle row of theatre and observes people patting Deen on the back and point at the screen.
The theatre is pitch black and Ryan squeezes his way through a row of seats on the balcony to one vacant chair. He sits as the opening credits roll. Ryan then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pill bottle.
The woman beside him watches him medicate himself. Ryan notices her watching I’m and he offers her a pill. She turns her head pretending to ignore him.
RYAN
Want one?
WOMAN IN THE THEATRE
(AGRIVATED)
Can you shut up? The movie is starting.
RYAN
Alright... Bitch.
Ryan leans his head back as music begins to play. A close up on a foot flashes across the screen. Suddenly Ryan is on the big screen. A credit flashes across his chest reading “starring,” Ryan lifts up a gun and he is decked out in WW2 military gear.
EXT. -- NORMANDY BEACH -- DAY
Several American troops huddle below an embankment on a beach as machine gun fire chops up the sand in front of them. Ryan is dressed as a soldier and holding a rifle. He ducks his head holding his helmet as bombs explode beside him throwing sand high in the air.
AMERICAN SOLDIER (JERRY)
We are trapped. It’s a death wish.
AMERICAN SOLDIER (CLIFF)
There is no way we are getting out of this alive.
RYAN
I’m going to take out the gunner! Cover me.
Ryan stands up and with one shot puts a bullet through the head of the German machine gunner. His fellow soldiers stand and lay down a cover fire as Ryan throws his rifle and pulls out his hand gun.
GERMAN SOLDIER
Kill the American.
He sprints through the sand and towards a German bunker. Grenades explode on either side of him as bullets fly into his foot prints.
AMERICAN SOLDIER (JERRY)
By god he’s going to make it.
Ryan makes it to a bunker and shoots two German officers inside of it. Ryan takes the machine gun off the stand and walks out of the bunker. German soldiers running up to the bunker stop and begin running away shocked as Ryan mows them down.
RYAN
Take this you Nazi scum.
More American soldiers begin to rush up the beach as Ryan walks up to another bunker and lets the machine gun blow Nazi’s in half.
AMERICAN SOLDIER (JERRY)
You did! We are taking to the beach!
The American soldier’s smile quickly turns to fear as a gun shot echoes loudly. The American soldier falls to the sand and Ryan screams.
RYAN
(emotionally)
No!
Ryan turns around and lets a hundred rounds tear into the German who shot his friend. Ryan Drops the machine gun and runs up to the fallen soldier. His knees drop to the sand and he leans down to the coughing up blood.
RYAN
Someone get a medic.
The dying soldier pulls out a letter and hands it to Ryan.
AMERICAN SOLDIER JERRY)
I want you to give this to my wife. Tell her I loved her.
RYAN
I will.
He coughs as his head drops to the side. he then quickly opens his eyes and grabs Ryan by the foot.
AMERICAN SOLDIER (JERRY)
One more thing. Win this war.
The soldiers head then drops and more blood flows out his mouth.
RYAN
I will.
Cliff the other American soldier raises his hands to the sky.
AMERICAN SOLDIER (CLIFF)
(dramatic)
Why?!
The American soldiers charge past Ryan as the American flag is hoisted high in the wind.
INT. -- THEATRE SCREENING ROOM -- NIGHT
People applaud loudly as Ryan stands up and takes a bow. The lights come on in the theatre but, Ryan is still passed out in the seat. A theatre attendant nudges his leg with a broom.
RYAN
Thank you. What?
THEATRE ATTENDENT
Sir, the movie is over.
Ryan gets up and walks out of the theatre and on to the cold streets of uptown Manhattan. Ryan pulls his collar up to block the wind as he heads down the street he takes a left in to a fast food restaurant called Mickey D’s.
INT. -- MICKEY D’S -- NIGHT
Ryan walks through the doors and out of the cold wind. He reaches in his pocket and pulls out his phone. Ryan dials Melissa’s number and waits while her phone rings. The RING goes to here voice mail and Ryan pulls the phone away from his head as he contemplates what to say.
RYAN
(to himself)
Play it cool Ryan.
Ryan takes a deep breathe.
RYAN
(hesitating)
Melissa this is Ryan I you looked great tonight. I had a great time last night and would really like to see you again. Give me a call please.
Ryan hangs up the phone and hits himself in the head with it.
RYAN
(to himself)
Call me please. What a fucking dumb ass.
A cute young girl begins to chuckle from behind the counter. Ryan looks at her then lowers his head as if he didn't notice her standing there.

RYAN
I sound like a desperate loser.
CINDY
I think you sounded sweet.
Ryan looks back at the woman behind the counter.
CINDY
So are you hungry? Our burgers are kinda shitty but, we have some pretty kick ass chicken nuggets. We are really known for our fries.
Cindy gives Ryan a thumbs up and the two share a light chuckle.
RYAN
Sure I’ll try the fries.
Cindy
Not, that it’s any of my business but, if you take her some fries it might increase your odds of getting laid tonight.
Ryan looks at the girl’s name tag.
RYAN
Thanks Cindy. I think this girl is more in to diamonds or a Rolex.
CINDY
Me too.
Cindy scoops up some fries and hands them to Ryan. Ryan pulls out some cash from his pocket and tries to hand it to her.
CINDY
It’s cool I didn't even ring them up.
RYAN
You know getting stood up wouldn't be that bad if I know it wasn't for my brother.
CINDY
Ooow. Well, you should just be happy for them. I’m sure they belong together.
RYAN
This is different.
CINDY
Let me guess a gorgeous model.
Ryan looks at Cindy and smiles.
RYAN
You seem pretty smart what are you doing working here?
CINDY
Gee thanks.
RYAN
I’m sorry I didn't mean it like that.
CINDY
I actually have been waiting for an excuse to quit.
Ryan looks at Cindy’s hand.
RYAN
You know you have beautiful hands have you ever though about modeling.
Cindy laughs.
CINDY
No I can’t say that I have.
Ryan reaches in his pocket and pulls out a card.
RYAN
I know a few people in the body part modeling biz. Hit me up and maybe I can get you a gig.
Ryan hands her his card.
CINDY
Thanks. Maybe we can just go for a walk and talk.
RYAN
Thanks again for the fries.
He smiles then turns and walks out of the fast food restaurant eating on the free fries. Ryan’s phone rings and he answers it immediately.
RYAN
What’s up?
MARV
Melissa’s boyfriend posted a video of Deen dancing at the party the other night. It already has twelve million hits. He’s the new youtube sensation.
RYAN
Good for him. I really think Melissa likes me through. We had an amazing time last night.
MARV (V.O.)
Where have you been? Melissa has been with Deen all night.
RYAN
(pissed)
What? I’ve been calling her all night.
Marv
I’m at the party right now. Looks like the two are hitting it off. You better get over here.
RYAN
I’m headed over there keep an eye on them.
Ryan jogs down into the subway station.
INT. -- SCREENING PARTY -- NIGHT
Music plays as Melissa toasts Deen and the stars of the Movie that had been screened. Melissa then pulls Deen aside to a corner in the kitchen. Marv peeks around the corner and watches the two making out.
MELISSA
I’m getting pretty wasted is there any way you can just take me home.
DEEN
Sure lets go.
Marv dips behind a wall as Melissa and Deen walk out of the party together.
EXT. -- MANHATTAN STREET -- NIGHT
Deen walks down the street and tries to flag down a cab but is unsuccessful. He then looks across the street and notices a horse and carriage. Deen turns back to Melissa and the two run across the street to the carriage.
DEEN
(gentlemanly)
Would you like to accompany me my lady?
Deen helps Melissa into the Carriage. He then turns to the man with the reins and hands him some money.
DEEN
Broadway.
The man snaps the reins and Deen puts his arm around Melissa and pulls a blanket up over the both of them.

INT. -- SCREENING PARTY -- NIGHT
Ryan walks up to the door with his phone pressed against his ear. The door opens and Marv is standing there with two beers in his hand. He hands Deen one.
MARV
I’m sorry buddy your just a little late. They left together about fifteen minutes ago.
RYAN
What the hell? Why does my brother have to take everything from me? I really wanted to be with her.
MARV
Hey, she’s a skank get her off your mind. Move on. Your in New York City. Go get a hooker.
RYAN
Sorry I don’t share your opinion on women Marv.
MARV
You still got those pills.
RYAN
Yeah I’ve been in a daze since I’ve been taking them.
Marv reaches in to his fanny pack.
MARV
Here take this tonight it will make you feel better.
Marv hands Ryan a breath mint and Ryan immediately tosses it in his mouth.
RYAN
What is it?
MARV
Breath mint. I put a couple drops of LSD on it. Just chill out you will start feeling better in forty five minutes.
Marv begins to put eye drops in his eyes.
RYAN
LSD! Fuck man!
People at the party begin to look at Ryan and Marv curiously.
RYAN
What makes you think I want LSD?
MARV
Relax. That’s what’s in these eye drops. Hits you quicker that way.
Marv offers Ryan the eye dropper. Ryan just turns around and walks out of the party.
MARV
You are going to want to be in a safe place in half an hour. I wouldn't wonder too far.

EXT. -- MANHATTAN STREET -- NIGHT
As Ryan walks down the street the lights begin to blur. He turns around paranoid after hearing a voice.
BUM
Can you spare any change sir.
Ryan reaches in his pocket and pulls out a wad of bills then hands them to the bum.
RYAN
Here.
BUM
Thank you.
The bum runs into a liquor store beside him. Another bum comes up to Ryan with his hands out. Ryan looks at the bum when suddenly the homeless man’s face morphs into Marv’s. The face looks demonic as his eyes glow red and teeth glow yellow.
MARV/BUM
Spare change.
Ryan freaks out and begins running. As Ryan runs the street lights begin leaning down and attempting to grab him. He spots the Mickey D’s he was in earlier and throws himself through the doors and on to the floor.
INT. -- MICKEY D’S -- NIGHT
Ryan crawls up to the counter where Cindy and another employee fries look on at him curiously.
CINDY
Are you ok?
Ryan uses his pointer finger to motion for Cindy to lean across the counter to Ryan who is crouching slightly below it. Cindy leans down smiling at him.
RYAN
I took some LSD.
Cindy begins cracking up with laughter causing Ryan to laugh as well.
CINDY
Dude you are tripping balls.
Ryan nods smiling.
MICKEY D’S EMPLOYEE
Is everything alright Cindy?
The other Mickey D’s employee steps out from the fryers and looks at Ryan suspiciously. This causes Ryan to Begin to freak out and hide from the man.
CINDY
Everything is cool. I think I quit. Yeah I quit.
Cindy takes off her Mickey D’s hat and hops over the counter. She then takes Ryan by the hand.
CINDY
Lets get out of here.
The two walk out of the Fast food restaurant and the one employee left behind the counter takes off his hat and throws down in aggravation.
EXT. -- MANHATTAN STREETS -- NIGHT
Cindy walks beside Ryan holding his hand.
CINDY
How long ago did you take it.
RYAN
Probably an hour.
CINDY
Just wait its only going to get better.
EXT. -- CONEY ISLAND -- NIGHT
Cindy and Ryan stand in a small line outside a ticket booth. Ryan watches a Carnival ride spin children around wildly. He seems to be mesmerized and stuck in a moment of bliss. Cindy pulls him by the hand as she walks up to the ticket booth.
CINDY
Two please.
RYAN
What is this?
CINDY
Don’t tell me you have never been to a freak show.
INT. -- MELISSA’S APARTMENT -- NIGHT
Deen and Melissa laugh as they approach an apartment door.
DEEN
I hope you enjoyed the ride home my lady.
MELISSA
Why yes sir I did.
Deen leans in kisses her as she opens the door behind the two sits Patrick Wriggly in a dimly lit corner of the room. He lights a cigarette as Deen and Melissa just look at him. Patrick stands up and pulls out a key then sits it on a table.
PATRICK WRIGGLY
I loved you.
Patrick laughs and shakes his head.
PATRICK WRIGGLY
I should have known you were just a fucking whore.
Deen steps foward.
DEEN
That’s enough. I think you should leave.
PATRICK WRIGGLY
Fuck you! Your just a foot model. Without your feet your nobody.
Deen steps forward.
DEEN
If you don’t get out of her I’m going to put this perfect size twelve up your ass.
PATRICK WRIGGLY
Fine I’m going you can have the slut.
Patrick starts to walk away then suddenly takes a cheap shot at Deen. Deen ducks narrowly missing the swing then decks Patrick laying him out. Patrick hits the floor like a sac of potatoes. Melissa pulls back shocked at the display of violence.
DEEN
I told you.
Deen pulls Patrick down Melissa steps and throws him out to the curb.
DEEN
You try and come up her again and I’m calling the cops.
Deen walks back up to Melissa’s apartment and shuts the door behind him. She immediately burrows her head in his chest. He comforts her with a soft hug.
MELISSA
Will you stay?
INT. -- FREAK SHOW -- NIGHT
Cindy and Ryan laugh uncontrollably at the bearded lady, dwarfs, fire eaters and strong men performing in the side show act.
CINDY
My grandfather was a fire eater.
RYAN
Really?
CINDY
Yeah he did it for twenty years and never burned himself. Then one day he was on his front porch smoking a cigarette and burned alive.
Ryan looks at Cindy in disbelief.
CINDY
Apparently all the years of having kerosene in his mouth just sucked into his blood stream. It made him a match just waiting to be lit.
RYAN
Your joking... Right?
Cindy looks at Ryan without smiling.
CINDY
Internal combustion is what the doctors called it. Died because for years he entertained others.
RYAN
Wow I’m sorry.
Cindy laughs and Ryan joins in.
RYAN
I knew you were joking.
CINDY
I did have you going I could see it in your eyes.
RYAN
So was your grandfather really a fire eater.
CINDY
He was a dock worker and it took more than one cigarette to kill him.
Ryan and Cindy watch a man lay on a bed of nails as a larger man and bearded woman stand on his chest
RYAN
These guys are incredible.
CINDY
It’s amazing how society can cast out people with so much talent. It’s not their fault they were born with a gift.
Ryan looks at Cindy and smiles as he watches her enjoy the act.
EXT. -- CONEY ISLAND FERRIS WHEEL -- NIGHT
Ryan and Cindy look down on the island of lights as the large Ferris wheel rotates them to the top.
CINDY
How’s your trip so far?
RYAN
Amazing. It’s so beautiful up here. Your amazing.
CINDY
Your probably starting to come down now.
Cindy smiles and the two watch the people below them.
RYAN
If this thing falls and kills us I would be ok with that.
CINDY
I don’t know If I would.
RYAN
I’m saying If I died right now it would ok because I’m happy. I’m not afraid of death. It doesn't scare me.
CINDY
I’m not afraid to die. I don’t think I would want to right now.
RYAN
I couldn't think of a better time to go.
Cindy smiles and looks at Ryan.
CINDY
I could.
Ryan looks back at her with fascination.
CINDY
I have an idea. After this lets go.
INT. -- MELISSA’S APARTMENT -- NIGHT
Deen and Melissa kiss softly and Deen begins to take off her top as the two head for the bed the kisses become more intense and passionate.
INT. -- ADULT THEATRE -- NIGHT
Ryan and Cindy watch a couple having sex on a large screen. Cindy softly grabs Ryan’s hand and leans her head on his shoulder.
INT. -- DEEN’S APARTMENT -- MORNING
Deen sits at the edge of his bed clipping his toe nails and Melissa walks out of the rest room wearing the clothes from last night with her hair pulled back and sunglasses propped on her head.
MELISSA
I have to go to a shoot today.
DEEN
Cool well, do you want to get together for lunch?
MELISSA
I don’t know if I’ll have time. I’ll call you.
DEEN
I’ll be waiting for your call.
Melissa smiles and walks out of Deen’s uptown apartment.
INT. -- RYAN’S APARTMENT -- MORNING
A bright sunbeam shoots through the window and hits Ryan right on the face. He cracks his eyes open and turns his head to the side blocking the sun light and makes a moaning sound. A beautiful hand stretches across Ryan’s chest.
CINDY
Hey you.

Ryan looks down at the hand surprised. He blinks his eyes and rolls out of bed knocking over a couple of beer bottles.
CINDY
Do remember last night.
Ryan looks down at Cindy.
RYAN
Pieces of it.
CINDY
You look distraught. Do you want me to leave?
RYAN
You can do whatever you want.
Ryan walks in his rest room and begins to urinate loudly. Cindy puts on her clothes and shuts the door on her way out. When Ryan walks out of the rest room Cindy is gone. Ryan walks to the door and grabs the handle but, stops before opening it. He holds his head with his hand then hits the door his other fist.
INT. -- ROLEX FOOT WATCH PHOTO SHOOT -- DUSK
Ryan and Melissa stand in front of a large light. Deen walks in with a white mink and whit top hat. He walks up to Melissa and Ryan then presses a button on his shoes and compressed air is suddenly released as the shoe opens up.
DEEN
Try not to stare you got your own bro.
RYAN
Listen Melissa I can’t go on waiting for you. I don’t think I have felt this way about any woman before and well I need to know that when we made love the other night that you felt the same way.
Deen looks at Melissa.
DEEN
Whoa! You are telling me that you had sex with my brother too.
Deen looks grossed out.
DEEN
What the... It’s cool so do you still like me?
RYAN
So you are just trying to play both of us is that what it is.
DEEN
Hold up bro... it is obvious you are the one getting played here.
RYAN
You know what Deen will you just put your inflated ego behind you for a minute and look at this rationally. She need to choose. Which one of us do you want to be with.
DEEN
That’s fair enough.
The two brothers look at Melissa.
MELISSA
The truth is I really like both of you but, I was just drunk when we had sex.
RYAN
Ok, so you were drunk. You still haven't chosen. Which brother do you want to be with.
MELISSA
Don’t take this the wrong way but, both of you guys are fat. I wouldn't want to be either of you. I’m sorry.
Ryan looks shocked at Melissa’s remarks and Deen seems to not be effected.
DEEN
Can we get on with the shoot.
Melissa looks at Deen then pears closer at his foot.
MELISSA
What’s that?
Deen looks down at his foot then rubs his pinky toe as if to remove a smudge. Ryan and the photographer look at Deen’s foot closer.
PHOTOGRAPHER
Your toe nail is black.
Deen is in shock as he pulls the toe nail completely off. Melissa, Ryan and the photographer cringe then look away.
DEEN
Oh, shit. I need to go to the doctor now.
Deen rapidly puts on his shoe and runs out of the room.
RYAN
I think now is a good time to tell you I know about you Deen. I think it’s time you chose which one of us you want to be with.
MELISSA
I wouldn't be either of you. The both of you were just one night stands. The truth is I’m model a real model and you and your brother are fat.
Ryan just stares at Melissa in disbelief.
RYAN
That’s it.
PHOTOGRAPHER
Melissa I need to take you photo. Come over here beautiful. Ryan I’m going to need your foot in minute buddy.
Melissa walks over to were the photographer is standing and begins to pose in front of a green screen.
PHOTOGRAPHER
Yes you are so hot.
Ryan walks out of the photo shoot as he leaves the photographer yells at him.
PHOTOGRAPHER
Where are you going? Be back in fifteen.
The door shuts behind Ryan and the photographer goes back to taking pictures Melissa.
EXT. -- MANHATTAN STREET -- NIGHT
Ryan walks down the street until he reaches the Mickey D’s where he met Cindy. He opens the door and walks half way in.
MICKEY D’S EMPLOYEE
Can I help you sir?
RYAN
Is Cindy working?
MICKEY D’S EMPLOYEE
She doesn't work here anymore sir.
RYAN
Thanks.
Ryan walks out the restaurants doors and back on the street. He hails a cab and gets inside of it.

INT. -- HOSPITAL -- NIGHT
Deen sits on a examining table in a large open room as a doctor examines his foot.
DOCTOR
Well, I’ve seen this before. I’s a fungus.
DEEN
(paranoid)
Just give me the truth doc. How long do I have to live?
The doctor laughs.
DOCTOR
Well, the good news is It’s not going to kill you. It might take up to a month to heal properly. You might want to throw away anything that has had a lot of contact with your foot recently to keep the fungus from spreading.
Deen leans in listening intently to the doctor.
DOCTOR
Your going to have to take some medication for about three to four weeks.
A nurse runs in the room.
NURSE
Doctor we need your help immediately.
Suddenly a man is rushed by the room with an IV bag connected to him and several people working to keep him conscious. The man’s head turns briefly while passing Deen.
DEEN
Marv?
DOCTOR
I’ll be back.
Ryan gets up and walks to two shut doors. He peaks through a small window were the doctors and nurses tend to Marv. Deen looks back down the hallway leading away from the doors and two cops stand talking to each other.
Deen approaches one of the cops.
DEEN
Excuse me can one of you guys tell me happened.
COP
Yeah, the guy just decided to down a whole bottle of pills. When we found him it must have been right after he did it.
DEEN
You got to be kidding me.
COP
Some people called the cops because he was laying outside his apartment door. He must have had second thoughts and tried to get some help.
DEEN
What do you mean?
COP
When guys kill themselves on purpose they usually leave some kind of note. Usually when you down a bottle of pills you know it’s your time. It’s like this guy wasn’t ready.
The cop looks at his partner.
COP
We better call his closet kin and let them know what condition he’s in.
DEEN
Your talking to him.
Deen reaches in his pocket and pulls out his phone. Deen turns around and leans his back against the wall as the cops walk away. He looks back in the emergency room where Marv is laying and a doctor looks at his watch then pulls a sheet over Marv’s head.
EXT. -- CONEY ISLAND -- NIGHT
Ryan walks out of the freak show and looks around as he walks past the rides and watches the happy couples cuddling next to each other. Ryan spots through the corner of his eyes a familiar face selling cotton candy.
RYAN
Cindy.
CINDY
Hey.
RYAN
I tried calling you.
CINDY
I was working.
RYAN
You got a job quick.
CINDY
It ain't nothing.
RYAN
Listen I didn't want you to leave. Sometimes things don’t come out the right way.
CINDY
Don’t flatter yourself.
RYAN
When do you get off.
CINDY
Why you want to catch a flick.
Ryan smiles and Cindy looks in to his eyes.
CINDY
An hour.
RYAN
I’ll wait for you.
Cindy spins out a stick covered with cotton candy and hands it to Ryan.
INT. -- DEEN’S APARTMENT -- NIGHT
Deen opens the door and his brother Ryan walks in.
RYAN
This better be worth my time. I was with a chick I met on our way back to my place and you call me saying there has been an emergency... Well what?
DEEN
Have a seat.
Ryan takes a seat by the kitchen table and Deen walks up to him then sits beside him.
DEEN
Marv is dead.
Ryan looks at Deen with disbelief.
RYAN
Your joking right?
DEEN
I was an overdose he did it on purpose. Apparently Marv was responsible for our parents death.
Ryan looks at Deen pissed.
DEEN
His lawyer came by earlier and handed me this.
Deen lifts up a video tape.
RYAN
I’m not going to listen to this bull shit anymore.
DEEN
Like it or not, he’s dead now. It was because of drugs. Apparently Marv has been a secret addict our whole lives. He admits it all on this tape.
Ryan pulls out his phone and begins to call Marv. A RING comes from Deen’s pocket. Deen looks at Ryan sadly.
DEEN
I think you better sit down and watch tis with me.
RYAN
What are you doing with Marv’s phone? No. Fuck!
Ryan turns around and leans against the wall distraught and confused.
DEEN
I was contacted by a lawyer in charge of his will. He wanted us to watch this tape.
MARV
Well if you are watching this than it’s alright you get to hear my last words. Well, you want to know what’s going on and I’m going to spare you all the bullshit.
Marv takes a drink of beer.
MARV
I’m tanked right now so fuck it, here it goes. I killed your parents when you were younger. I was dark outside and the roads were slick and I was fucked up. I lost control of the wheel and for that I will never forgive myself. You boys didn't have any other close relatives and your father put me a a beneficiary so I decided to take you boys under my wing. I’m sorry I never told you but, I just couldn't.
Marv finishes the beer and takes a deep breath.
MARV
It seems that lately I’ve just gotten between the two of you and that’s not what I wanted. Hell I’m ashamed of myself. I’m ashamed that I can’t stop using and I feel I’m just rubbing off on you guys and to be honest I can’t live with that.
Marv begins to tear up then just snorts loudly and regains his composure.
MARV
You boys have done nothing wrong. I just think you two would be better off without me. I found out that I’m sick... real sick and I just can’t stick around to find out it’s going to go down. You know me I always have to call the shots. Enough of this shit. Good bye boys.
Marv gets up and walks up to the camera then a prostitute walks into the picture half naked.
PROSTITUTE
Hey, Marvy are you ready to make another movie.
The prostitute grabs Marv’s crotch going under his sweat pants.
DEEN
Oh god now that’s just gross.
Moaning sounds come from the tape and Deen gets up and presses stop on the VCR.
RAYN
I’ll see you tomorrow.
DEEN
Don’t take this the wrong way but, lately you have just seemed out of it man. I want you to know I’m here for you bro.
Deen gets up and walks up to Ryan who is opening the door.
DEEN
Listen, we have had our differences in the past. For what I have done wrong I’m sorry.
Deen hugs his brother and Ryan gives in crying and gripping his brother around the shoulder tightly and the two hold each other for a good four or five seconds. The two sit down in front of Deen’s television and pop in a tape. As the picture comes on it is Marv adjusting the camera. He looks straight at the lens and then moves back to a table in the center of the shot.
INT. -RYAN’S APARTMENT -- NIGHT
Ryan walks in his rest room and looks at himself in the mirror on his wall. He pulls the mirror open and inside is a medicine cabinet lined with pill bottles. He opens a pill bottle and walks over to the toilet then pours the pills in it and repeats the process until all the pill bottle are empty and thrown in the trash.
EXT. -- NEW YORK STREET -- MORNING
Ryan walks out of his apartment wearing sweats. He looks around his street and takes off jogging. A Bum sitting on the cement ground watches Ryan run down the street. Ryan turns back to take a second look at the bum then continues on his path.
INT. -- K-MART FLIP FLOP SHOOT (BEACH)-- DAY
Waves crash on a beach as people in swim suits are playing on the beach and suddenly a man jumps up to spike the ball. A pair of amazing looking feet run through the sand and up to a volley ball net.
The man spiking the ball is Ryan. Ryan is tan buffed up and in great shape. He takes off his sunglasses revealing a white strip of sun block on his nose.
RYAN (V.O.)
(energetic)
This summer if your looking for the right outer wear to reflect your inner personality.
Another pair of flip flops walk up through the sand and it is Deen. Deen walks up beside his brother and his body looks completely different. He is slim, fit and tan.
Suddenly Marv’s assistant rolls him onto the set. He is a wheel chair smoking a cigarette.
MARV
Boys you look great.
DEEN
(excited) Marv we thought you were dead. The doctor told us you were dead.
RYAN
You faked your death? What the fuck is wrong with you man.
MARV
Listen boys I couldn't bare for you to see me like this. I had to wait for the prosthetics to come in.
Marv points to his feet.
MARV
They are molded out of both of “yous” feet.
Deen and Ryan look down at Marv’s fake feet.
DEEN
Wow! The right foot looks just like mine but, fake.
Ryan takes out a sharpe pen and proceeds to sign Marv’s left foot.

DEEN
Go to K-Mart for the best deals on Flip flops and other Summer specials.
MARV
Damn those two have beautiful feet.
Deen and Ryan Hi five each other and run back to the volley ball net to continue their game.

THE END