INT. RECORDING STUDIO – DAY
A pair of men sit calmly behind the desk inside the recording booth. The PRODUCER punches the talkback button.
PRODUCER: Okay guys, we’re looking good. We’ve got ten more minutes of Jimmy and the Animal closing out, plus six more minutes of commercial, and then we’re on. Thanks for showing up so early – they should call you the Punctuality Brothers!
TIKI and RONDE BARBER: Ha ha ha!
PRODUCER: The run-through was perfect so do it just like that and it should be a great show. Sit tight and I’ll count it off when we’re about to go live.
TIKI and RONDE BARBER simultaneously give the PRODUCER a thumbs up as he releases the talkback button and steps away from the keyboard.
RONDE: It’s good to see you, brother.
TIKI: Likewise. I wish we got to do things like this more often.
RONDE: Fatherhood doesn’t leave much for free time, eh?
TIKI: No it does not.
RONDE: You doing okay health-wise?
TIKI: Actually, no, not quite. You noticed me limping a little when I walked in?
RONDE: I did.
TIKI: My old knee injury’s been acting up.
TIKI: So how’s the family?
A cellphone begins ringing.
RONDE: [pulls phone out of pocket] Oh, damnit, sorry about that. [swipes to dismiss the call].
TIKI: Robocalls, huh?
RONDE: Actually, no. It’s a collection agency. They, uh, they actually think that I’m you. They’ve been calling me day and night.
TIKI: Aw man, I’m sorry about that. Must have been a mixup on the paperwork or something. I’ll tell them to get that sorted out.
RONDE: Sure. [looks down, drops voice] Listen, man, if you need some help holding everything together, all you have to do is ask. You know that, right?
TIKI: I know it. It’s cool, though. I’ve got a plan.
RONDE: That’s good. I’m serious, though. Anything you need.
TIKI: You know what? [reaches into his pocked and pulls out his car keys] There is one little thing.
RONDE: Name it.
TIKI: I parked in a handicapped spot when I pulled in so I wouldn’t have to walk too far on this bum knee. You mind running out there and moving my vehicle so I don’t get a ticket?
RONDE: [grabs the keys] Sure thing, brother. I’ll be back in a jiffy.
RONDE BARBER hurries out of the booth. A beat later the PRODUCER reappears behind the control panel.
PRODUCER: [punches the talkback button] Hey, where’d your brother go?
TIKI: Oh, he ran out to grab something from the car. He’ll be back in a sec.
[cut to EXT. PARKING LOT – DAY]
COP: …okay, then tell me this: if you’re not the same Tiki we’ve got a bench warrant out on for failure to pay alimony, then why were you driving his car?
RONDE: He asked me to, man! I keep telling you, I’m his twin brother, Ronde!
COP: Well, buddy, I’ll give you points for originality, that’s for sure. You got some ID on you to prove that?
RONDE: Of course, let me show you…[reaches into his pocket and withdraws his wallet, then freezes]…that son of a bitch…
[cut to FLASHBACK – TWENTY MINUTES EARLIER]
TIKI and RONDE greet each other with a big hug.
RONDE: [raises eyebrows as they separate] Did you just grab my ass?
TIKI: Ha ha ha! Just giving you a pat for showing up on time! THAT’S GOOD HUSTLE!
[cut to INT. RECORDING STUDIO – DAY]
TIKI sits alone behind the microphone.
TIKI: …and hopefully Tiki will be able to join us after the break. But for now, let’s get to the music! Today’s topic is songs that are joined at the hip. We’re looking for songs that – for whatever reason – belong hand in hand with each other. That’s right, it’s a DOUBLE SHOT FESTIVAL. Also, if you’ve got any songs about twins you can throw them in there as well. I’ll get us started with a pair from The Doors: “Peace Frog” and “Blue Sunday”. You really can’t have one without the other.
No limits today, folks. HAVE AT IT!