EXT. STREET - AFTERNOON

               Two young, relatively good-looking men, PAUL and JIMMY in
               their late teens are standing on an empty suburban street
               corner.  Paul is wearing dress pants with a shirt and tie,
               Jimmy, a pair of jeans and a T-shirt.

               Paul is carrying a cardboard box underneath his arm, with a
               sticker that reads, "DO NOT OPEN" slapped on the side.

                                   JIMMY
                         I can't believe you actually made
                         me come with you.

                                   PAUL
                         But you're here, and that's why
                         you're a true friend.

                                   JIMMY
                         You can stop kissing my ass now. 

                                   PAUL
                         Good.  What time is it? 

               Jimmy glances at his watch.

                                   JIMMY
                         Quarter-to-three.  We probably
                         missed him.

                                   PAUL
                         No, he'll be here, just chill, act
                         natural. 

               Paul places the box down on the sidewalk beside him and sits
               on it, patiently waiting.  Jimmy sighs and takes a pack of
               cigarettes out of his pocket and lights one.

                                   JIMMY
                         What did he say was in the box?

                                   PAUL
                         I asked, but he didn't tell me. 
                         All he said was to not open it. 

               Jimmy nods in acknowledgement. 

                                   PAUL
                         You want a coke or something? I'm
                         getting something to drink.

                                   JIMMY
                         Yeah, uh, get me a Mountain Dew. 

                                   PAUL
                         If he comes just say I just went to
                         the store and I'll be back in a
                         couple seconds. 

                                   JIMMY
                         'Kay. 

               Paul Jaywalks across the street to a nearby convenience
               store.  Jimmy finishes his cigarette and buds it out.  Slowly
               he walks over to the box staring at it and begins to mumble
               to himself.

                                   JIMMY
                             (mumbling)
                         Yeah right, he knows what's inside. 
                         The least he could've done was tell
                         me...  I didn't have to come with
                         him to do this.   

               Jimmy takes his key chain out of his pocket and starts to cut
               the tape the seals the box.  He lifts the flaps concealing
               whatever is inside. 

                                   JIMMY
                         Holy shit. 

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               INT. CONVENIENCE STORE - AFTERNOON