Fluffer
Jaron Summers © 2026
FADE IN:
INT. MARINA BAR - LATE AFTERNOON Golden hour. Glass walls. Boats that cost more than childhoods. A half-dozen WELL-DRESSED COUPLES cluster around a high
table. Cocktails sweat. Sunglasses rest on heads like declarations. GREG (50s) -- confident, affable, wrong -- smooths a linen napkin. He uncaps a pen. GREG Okay. Geography. Very basic. He draws a lumpy shape. GREG (CONT'D) This is America. Someone leans in. MAN #1 That looks like a potato. GREG It's stylized. Greg adds a second, larger blob on top. GREG (CONT'D) This is Canada. A beat. WOMAN #1 Why is Canada on top of America? GREG Historically. He draws a little line through both blobs. GREG (CONT'D) This -- -- is the border. Very arbitrary. MAN #2 Tell that to customs. Greg waves him off. GREG Borders are ideas. Water is reality. He draws a circle around both countries. GREG (CONT'D) Now. Once we're here -- (taps the ocean part) -- we're in international waters. MAN #3 So no U.S. law. GREG Exactly. WOMAN #2 What about Canadian law? Greg hesitates. Smiles. GREG Canada's very polite. A laugh. Not everyone. MAN #2 You're saying laws stop working? GREG I'm saying they... loosen. MAN #2 That's not how laws work. GREG That's how regulations work. MAN #2 Regulations are laws. Greg draws a tiny boat. GREG This is us. Free. Floating. MAN #2 You're confusing maritime law with vibes. A WAITRESS appears. WAITRESS You folks ordering? GREG Yes -- and quick question -- If someone did something mildly unorthodox -- (taps napkin) -- out here... The waitress stares. WAITRESS Sir, I'm from Ventura. She leaves. MAN #2 You can't just opt out of responsibility by buying fuel. GREG Spoken like someone who still pays taxes. A silence. MAN #2 I pay taxes because I live in a society. GREG Ah. There it is. The room tightens. WOMAN #1 Please don't do this. MAN #2 He's drawing Canada like it's a suggestion. GREG At least Canada still believes in facts. MAN #2 Which facts? GREG The quiet ones. A shove. A drink spills. The napkin slides off the table. Someone steps on it. CUT TO: EXT. LUXURY YACHT - MOMENTS LATER Engines rumble to life. The napkin flutters into the water. Ink dissolves. Borders vanish.