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

Posted: February 6, 2013 in Uncategorized

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LARRY is sitting on a chair in the room, loosening his tie. He picks up his cell phone from the desk and checks his messages.

VOICEMAIL : You have two new messages. Press 1 to —

LARRY presses “1” on the phone.

VOICEMAIL CON’T : First message, sent yesterday at 10:26 p.m.

JOE’S VOICE : Larry! This is Joe. Just seein’ how the first night over there went. Gimme a call tomorrow, I gotta go into the office for a bit. Should be there by noon, somethin’ like that.

VOICEMAIL : End of message. Press 1 to save, press 2 —

LARRY presses 2.

VOICEMAIL CON’T: Message erased. Second message, sent yesterday at 11:33 p.m.

LARRY FATHER’S VOICE : Larry. It’s your dad. It ain’t important. I forgot. You’re in Wisconsin anyway, aren’t ya? Call me when ya can. It ain’t that important.

VOICEMAIL : End of message. Press 1 to —

Larry presses 2.

VOICEMAIL CON’T : Message erased. You have no new messages.

LARRY shuts the phone off, takes a cigarette from his shirt pocket, lights up,  takes a drag, exhales slowly.

LARRY (singing to himself quietly) : On a morning from a Bogart movie, in a country where they turned back time — you go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre contemplating a crime —

LARRY resumes undressing, hanging his tie up on a wire hanger and unbuttoning his shirt as his singing trails off to a whistle.




LARRY reaches in his pocket for his car keys, sees the MOTEL CLERK walking across the lot towards the office with a newspaper, gives him a wave.

MOTEL CLERK : Morning.

LARRY : Morning. Where’s the best place to get to get a cup o’ coffee around here, anyway?

MOTEL CLERK : There’s like six places now. All of ’em about the same, all kinda expensive.

LARRY : Okay, then — where’s the closest?

MOTEL CLERK : Drive straight up County Road 32 here. Vera’s ain’t even two blocks away.

LARRY : Thanks, my man. (pauses) By the way — got a name?

LARRY unlocks his car door.


LARRY : Thanks, Nestor. Have yourself a good one.

MOTEL CLERK (concentrating more on newspaper article he’s reading) : Sure, sure — you too.

The MOTEL CLERK continues his short trek to the office, opening up the newspaper to continue reading, while LARRY gets in his car and shuts the door.



LARRY enters the shop through the front door. It’s reasonably busy, with a line at the counter a few customers deep. It’s clearly a “yuppie”-type establishment with chalkboard sign, homemade pastries, an espresso bar with steam coming out of it, hardwood floors, and  wooden tables scattered around the room. LARRY grabs a paper from the stack for sale by the counter, and is pleasantly surprised to see JUNE working the cash register. LARRY gets in line behind another customer.

CUSTOMER : Two medium lattes, please. Skim.

JUNE (calling out) : Two mediums with skim!

ESPRESSO BAR WORKER : Two mediums with skim.

JUNE (to customer, ringing up his order) : That’ll be $6.75.

CUSTOMER (fumbling through his pocket) : Let’s see, there’s — wait a sec, here’s a ten.

JUNE makes change for him.

JUNE : Okay, $3.25 back at’cha, drinks’ll be ready over on the other side there by the bar. Have a good morning.

CUSTOMER : You too.

LARRY makes his way to the front of the line.

LARRY : Morning, master potter.

JUNE : Not until noon. Vera owns my ass until then. Thanks for the drinks last night.

LARRY(slight laughter) : Don’t mention it .

JUNE : Too late.

LARRY : Hope you didn’t have to open the place up this morning.

JUNE : Nah, didn’t have to be here till 8.

LARRY : That’s good. Uhmmm — (pauses) guess I’d better order, I suppose.

JUNE : That’s generally how things are done here.

LARRY : How about just a large black coffee.

JUNE : For here or to go?

LARRY surveys the room, sees all the tables are full.

LARRY : Guess I gotta take it to go, no place to really sit.

JUNE : Saturday mornings get that way sometimes.

JUNE turns, pours coffee from an urn into a paper cup, turns around to face LARRY again.

JUNE CON’T : Large coffee and a paper, $3.50.

LARRY : Yeesh, Nestor wasn’t kiddin’.

JUNE : You’re staying at the Riverview?

LARRY : Nicely deduced, Holmes.

JUNE : Good luck. Anyway, Nestor thinks everything’s expensive. (pauses) But in this case I gotta admit he’s right.

LARRY reaches into his wallet, hands her a five.

JUNE CON’T : $3.50 from five.

JUNE makes change from the cash register.

JUNE CON’T : A buck fifty back to you, good sir, Don’t spend it all in one place. And yes, cliches come free here.

LARRY : Well, I appreciate the bonus. See ya when you’ve got yer other hat on later, I suppose.

JUNE : ‘Kay. If I’m busy when you get there, just wait around.

LARRY : Will do.

LARRY exits the cafe with his coffee in hand and newspaper tucked under his arm.

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