JED IS SITTING IN A DROWSY STATE AT GRANNY'S STILL, SHOTGUN IN HIS LAP, WHEN HE HEARS NOISES IN THE BUSHES.

Who is there? Show yourself! I'll shoot!

A MAN STANDS UP FROM THE BUSHES WITH HIS HANDS UP.

Ah, don't shoot! I am just a Hollywood talent scout who is down on his luck.

What?

I said, I am -

I heard what you said, but what does it mean?

Oh. Well, I amm trying to search out people who seem to be those who could make it in the entertainment industry, specifically the movies.

You don't say!

Yes, sir.

(beat)

Tell me, kind sir, have you ever acted in the movies or on TV?

No.

(studying Jed's face)

You look very familiar.

(beat)

Yes, yes ... You are Rip Van Winkle, Jr. Am I right?

No. Jed Clampet.

(beat)

I thought Rip Van Winkle was just a made up person.

Yes he is. Or was. But what I'm saying is that you look like RVW, Jr.

Wellll dogies! You don't say.

Sir, can I get you to sign this exclusive contract I have right here. It says you will be represented by me and only me in perpetuity. Until your death.

Now, listen here. A few minutes ago I was minding my own business sitting at the still, about to take a nap, and here you are wanting me to sign some paper about my death!? I don't think so!

Now, Mr. Clampett - Clampett, is that right?

Yes. Jed Clampett.

Yes, well, what I am offering you is a chance to act in the movies and, quite possibly, perform in the role of none other than Rip Van Winkle, Jr. The famous Rip Van Winkle, Jr. You could become rich!

I'm already rich.

Right! And my name is Tom Mix.

Isn't he dead?