EXT. BACKYARD

Backyard, late afternoon in the Garden District,
New Orleans

LABBE, sweating and shirtless, is painting marinade
on a side of ribs on his oversized all American BBQ

HELEN

Sits dangling her legs in the pool, thumbing texts
on her Blackberry

Are you cooking my burgers on a
separate grill?

LABBE

Nudges a sticky nut cutlet off the back of the blistering
rib rack

Sure Dear

GUS

Lies in an inflatable Hello Kitty li-low in the center
of the pool. He has a can of beer in one hand and a small
dog on his belly.

I can’t believe we’re going to finally meet
this guy. Even my dad had heard of him
I’ve made a playlist so that when he arrives
we can, you know, honor him…

TANYA, SEZ and TONY

Press the play, press play!

Jesus Gus, it’s TONY BARRY… not… ah fuck it…Fredrik! Are you done peeling them onions?