Ah, Hollywood—you damned, dirty ape. Every time we're just about ready to throw in the towel, convinced the entire L.A. basin is nothing but a giant, detritus-clogged drainage pipe filtering humanity's run-off, you come along with a story so improbable, so life-affirming, so gosh darned wonderful, it makes us want to hop right in our cars and collide into the first motorist we see. Today, that story comes to us via Scriptland, LAT's love letter to Hollywood's hard-working Final Draft-miners, and stars a couple of Eastsiders, an ex-con, and a hole: