INT. JOEL'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

Stan and Mary lie on the floor, their stoned minds wandering after sex. Stan suddenly perks up. He looks at the monitor.

STAN
It's stopped.

MARY
What?

STAN
Listen, it's not erasing.

He makes his way, naked, to the computer screen.

STAN (CONT'D)
It's not erasing. He's off the screen.

MARY
Where?

STAN
I don't know. He's not on the map.

Stan tries to break through his marijuana haze. He fiddles nervously with the equipment.

STAN (CONT'D)
I don't know what to do! I don't know what to do! Crap. Crap...

MARY
Well, what should we do?

STAN
I don't know! I just said that!

MARY
Sor-ry
(beat)
We have to do something. He can't wake up half done.

STAN
Shit!

He jerks the joystick spastically. Mary, also naked, gets up and looks over his shoulder at the screen.

MARY
(definitely)
We should call Howard.

Stan turns and looks at her. He's stoned and trying to understand her motivation.

STAN
No way. I can handle this.

MARY
This guy's only half cooked. There's no time to fuck around, Stan.

Stan tries to think. He paces. Mary watches him. Finally:

STAN
(without making eye contact)
Okay.

He dials the phone, waits.

STAN (CONT'D)
Hello, Howard?

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