1. INT. CHONKSY'S APARTMENT · 3 AM
One lamp. A yellow legal pad. Crumpled paper balls everywhere, on the floor, on the couch, one floating near the ceiling. CHONKSY uses the sitcom method: one line, over and over.
He writes. Reads it.
CHONKSY: It's worse.
Crosses it out. Writes.
CHONKSY: It's worse.
Writes.
CHONKSY: It's better.
Squints. Flips back four pages.
CHONKSY: …It's the first one.
He tears the pad, crumples it, throws it. It floats slowly to the ceiling and joins the others up there.
DAWN. He has one page. He holds it up to the window light and looks at it the way people look at newborns.
CHONKSY: (quietly) Hi.