“Larry, June, And The Year Of The Cat” — A Screenplay , Part One

Posted: February 5, 2013 in Uncategorized

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“Larry, June, And The Year Of The Cat”

1 – OPENING TITLE SEQUENCE

Simple black-and-white credits run, without music, as various sounds of the day abruptly chime in approximately halfway through. First we hear distant birdsong, quickly overlapped with the sound of a car engine shutting off, followed by the rustle of a cigarette pack opening, finally we hear a lighter flick on and then a long, slow, heavy inhale and exhale.

FADE OUT : CREDITS

FADE IN :

INT. – LARRY’S CAR – MORNING

Straight-on, driver’s-side window view of LARRY PRITCHARD, mid-50s, slightly unkempt, smoking a cigarette with the window halfway rolled down. He’s apparently parked in back by a loading dock mid-to-late morning, as two men haul a refrigerator in the background. He turns on the radio and aimlessly works his way up and down the dial for a minute or so, settling on nothing, before shutting it back off again. He continues to smoke, ashing out the open window, and checks his watch.

LARRY (to himself):

Fucker said 9:30.

Another few seconds pass, until we hear:

MAN (in medium distance):

Hey — hey! You Larry?

LARRY sticks head outside window

LARRY:

Hey, yeah, that’s me — what’s up?

MAN:

Joe says come on in. He’s just gonna be a few.

CUT TO :

INT. – BACK HALLWAY – MORNING

A burly Latino man in his 20s , the voice from a moment ago, leads Larry towards an office, walking a few steps ahead of him.  They make small talk as they proceed down the short hallway.

MAN:

Gonna probably be a hot one today. Sorta feel it already, ya know?

LARRY :
How long you been working for Joe?

MAN :

Since yesterday. And should be done tomorrow, maybe Monday.

LARRY :

You clearing out that apartment thing he bought?

MAN :

Yeah, junkin’ most of it, haulin’ the decent stuff back here to the storage locker.

LARRY :
Cool. Take it easy out there.

MAN (chuckling):

Ha! You know it, homes. Anyway, here’s your stop. See you later, man.

The MAN raps his knuckles on the office door, even though it’s open.

MAN (to person inside):

Here you go, boss.
CUT TO :

INT. – OFFICE – MORNING

A rather standard-looking, industrial-park-type office space, with the requisite desk, filing cabinet, and computer, not much else. JOE, an early-60s man sits behind the desk, wrapping up a phone call.

JOE:

Thanks, Ike.

(Now speaking into phone)

JOE CON’T :

Okay, honey, I — yeah, don’t worry. It’s all on order. We got that free two-day shipping, so —

(Mouthing words to LARRY)

JOE CON’T:

Just a second.

(Now back to phone)

JOE  (into phone)CON’T:

I’m sure if it doesn’t match we can just —- okay, okay, just let me know, honey. Gotta go for now, Larry just stepped in.

(pauses)

JOE (into phone) CON’T:

Okay, honey, love you too, I’ll call again maybe around lunchtime.

JOE hangs up the phone, begins speaking directly to LARRY.

JOE (to LARRY) CON’T:

Whew! You remember how it goes, right? Have a seat, pal, this might take a minute.

LARRY (sitting down in the chair on the other side of the desk):

Take your time, I don’t gotta be there until,what? 7:00?

JOE:

Yeah, give or take. The gig runs from 8:00 to close, so give yourself whatever extra you need for setting up at a new place.

LARRY( pulling a cigarette pack from his shirt pocket):

Mind if I —-?

JOE:

Nah, go ahead. Use that pop can.

LARRY lights up and rattles the pop can on the desk momentarily to make sure it’s empty.

LARRY:

Nothing else special I gotta know?

JOE, now standing, rummages through the file cabinet.

JOE :

Not that I can think of. Just be sure to have the guy sign (pauses, looks at form) — here we go. You know the drill.

LARRY :

They couldn’t find anybody closer, huh?

JOE :

Guess not. Whatever. The amount they’re shellin’ out for this, it better bring in some business or I’m bettin’ it’s gonna be a one-and-done deal.

LARRY :

Sounds like it to me. Well, a check’s a check. If they wanna be idiots with their money, that’s cool with me.

JOE hands Larry the form and sits back down.

JOE:

Yup. So — anything else new?

LARRY :

(momentary pause) Shit. Not really. Not that I can think of.

JOE :

Still working that Thursday thing at The Poodle?

LARRY :

Yeah, in fact, they’re uppin’ it to Tuesdays and Thursdays next month.

JOE:

Nice! You might be able to retire before you’re 80 yet!

LARRY :

Fuck you, but yeah, it’s all good.

JOE :

I told you Linda was at the restaurant the other night, right?

LARRY:

No, but I don’t really care (pauses for a drag) —that much.

JOE:

Heart of fucking stone, huh? Well, she seems to be doing okay. Asked me to say hi to you.

LARRY :

You know the drill. Tell her I said hi back next time she’s in.

JOE:

Doubt that’ll be anytime too soon. Christ, I hadn’t seen in her in, what? Five, six years?

LARRY :

Consider yourself lucky.

JOE :

C’mon man — she wasn’t that bad. Don’t think she ever missed a day when she was workin’ for me. Probably one of the best closers we ever had. She definitely knew how to clean up, lock up, and get the fuck out of there. Place always looked great in the morning.

LARRY :

We’ve all got our skills.

JOE (chuckling):

Well, anyway, sorry — didn’t know it was still a sore subject.

LARRY :

No, no — it shouldn’t be. Probably usually isn’t. Think I’m just in a mood today.

JOE:

Well, it’s a mood you better shake, old-timer! You got a bar full a’ drunks to entertain tonight — Wisconsin drunks, at that!

LARRY (taking a last drag and putting his cigarette out in the can) :

Give it my best. Give it my best.

JOE :

Hey, you always do, right? Anyway, I’ll have Ike help you haul all the shit into your car and you got good directions, right?

The two men stand up and head toward the office door, their backs now facing the camera, as the conversation winds down.

LARRY :

Mapquest has it all laid out for me.

JOE :

Mapquest? Shit, you’ll be lucky not to end up in the middle of Lake fucking Superior. Try Google maps, that always works better for me.

LARRY :

Six of one.

JOE(semi-gregarious laughter, patting Larry on the back) :

Ha! Probably so. Just don’t call me cryin’ if you get your ass lost.

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