The moment Charlie & Emilio were inspired to write the screenplay for "Men At Work"

I don't pretend to know everything about Hollywood. But I do understand creativity, motivation, and inspiration. And I also have a pretty good grasp of shitty movies.

There had to be a moment, a particular day when Emilio Estevez and his younger brother Charlie Sheen came up with the idea ... of a feature film comedy ... involving, um, garbage men.

If you aren't familiar. Let me refresh your memory...

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0100135/

I imagine it went something like this:


It's an unseasonably cool autumn day in Los Angeles.

Emilio is at home, slouched on the sofa watching television. He wears his blue hooded sweatshirt from Breakfast Club.

Emilio's housekeeper peeks her head in.

HOUSEKEEPER: Meester Estevez?

EMILIO: Yes, Rosa?

HOUSEKEEPER: Your brother Charlie is here to see you.

EMILIO: Send him in, please.

The housekeeper exits.

Charlie enters soon after. He wears a leather jacket over a white t-shirt just like he did in whatever movie that was.

CHARLIE: Hey, man. How's it going?

They hug.

EMILIO: Not too good to tell you the truth. I just snorted the last of my money from St. Elmo's Fire.

CHARLIE: Tell me about it. Things have been pretty rough for me lately too.

Emilio sighs.

EMILIO: What's happened to us, bro? We used to be on top of the world. Now things are slowly starting to slip away.

CHARLIE: I know it.

Charlie plops down in a chair.

CHARLIE (CONT'D): My agent hasn't been sending me anything worth a damn.

Charlie hops right back up.

CHARLIE (CONT'D): I tell ya, Emilio. I need a hit bad.

EMILIO: Whaddya mean? You had Major League that was a HUGE hit.

CHARLIE: It's not the same. I tell ya ... I should have been in Young Guns II dammit!

EMILIO: But you were killed in the first one!

CHARLIE: It doesn't matter! It still hurts!

Emilio walks over to comfort Charlie.

EMILIO: Come on, Chuck. Sit down and relax. You're letting the pressure get to you.

They sit.

EMILIO: And I'm totally with you, man. We need to sit right here and come up with our own plan. Our own destiny. We can't just sit around and wait for someone to knock on our door. We have to go out there and show them that we still have the goods. Now let's just think.

There is a long awkward silence as they ponder.

Suddenly there is a load noise coming from "outside". It's the sound of garbage truck compressing and then the beeping sound of the truck backing up.

Charlie looks confused.

CHARLIE: What the hell is that?

Emilio is nonchalant.

EMILIO: That's just our garbage men picking up our garbage.

CHARLIE: Hmmph. Now what a job that must be.

Slowly both Charlie and Emilio look up as the brilliant idea comes to them both.

EMILIO: That's it!

CHARLIE: Absolutely!

EMILIO: We could play garbage men!

CHARLIE: It could be a comedy!

EMILIO: There could be murder!

CHARLIE: There could be a set of competing garbage men!

EMILIO: It'll be a gold mine!

CHARLIE: We'll call it Men At Work!

EMILIO: It's practically writing itself!

They embrace and dance a celebratory dance around the room.



The End.




-Jonesy