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

Posted: February 7, 2013 in Uncategorized

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FADE IN :

INT . -BAR – NIGHT

It’s around 9:00 in the evening and the bar is completely packed. Every table and barstool are occupied and there are people standing around the room, as well. LARRY takes the microphone from a PATRON  who has just finished singing a number on stage and begins speaking into it.

LARRY (into microphone) : Alright, ladies and gentlemen, give it up for John!!!!!!!!

Applause carries around the room, as well as some hooting and hollering. After a half-minute or so the applause dies down, and LARRY resumes speaking.

LARRY (into microphone) CON’T : Alright, folks, your host is gonna take a little break here but we’ll be back in about fifteen minutes with —

LARRY pauses and looks down at the cards in his hand.

LARRY (into microphone) CON’T : —Sheila, Ward, and Cleve! See you in fifteen!

Polite applause around the room as LARRY steps down from the stage and heads toward the back exit.

CUT TO :

EXT. – PARKING LOT BEHIND BAR – NIGHT

LARRY takes a cigarette from the pack in his shirt pocket and puts it in his mouth. Just as he’s aboutt to light it, BERT steps out and joins him.

BERT :  Gettin’ some fresh air?

LARRY : Until I light this up.

BERT : I’ll take one o’ those if you got a spare.

LARRY : Sure.

LARRY taps his cigarette pack so that one juts forward and extends the pack to BERT, who takes the proffered smoke and puts it in his mouth.

LARRY CON’T : Didn’t know you partook.

LARRY lights his cigarette and hands the lighter to BERT, who in turn lights up as well.

BERT : Ennnhhh — tryin’ ta cut back.

LARRY takes a drag, exhales.

LARRY : Same here.

BERT (chuckling) : I can tell. Seems like yer takin’ it easy with the beer tonight, though. Ain’t served ya another since that first one.

LARRY takes a drag, exhales.

LARRY : Yeah. Not really feelin’ it so much.

BERT hands the lighter back to LARRY, takes a drag from his cigarette, exhales.

LARRY CON’T : Still — good crowd tonight.

BERT  : No June, though, huh?

LARRY : Said she prob’ly wouldn’t be feelin’ up to it.

BERT takes a drag, exhales.

BERT : Not surprised.

LARRY : You know somethin’ I don’t?

BERT : Depends on how much she’s told ya, so — (takes a drag and exhales) guess the answer t’yer question is either “sure, a lot” or else “probl’y so.”

LARRY takes a drag, exhales.

LARRY : Either way yer a step ahead  o’  me.

LARRY pauses before resuming speaking.

LARRY CON’T : Which probably ain’t so hard.

BERT : Shit, that’s what makes like innerstin’ though, right? Findin’ out about people? Figurin’ ’em out as ya go along? Alla  that?

LARRY : Sure, why not?

BERT takes a drag, exhales.

BERT : I’ll just tell ya this one thing : don’t get too far ahead o’ yerself. (long pause as he takes another drag and exhales) An’ if ya hurt ‘er, I’ll kill ya — slowly an’ painfully.

LARRY looks somewhat startled, but after a brief pause opts to resume a normal, conversational tone.

LARRY : Known ‘er a long time, I take it?

BERT : Shit, 20 years? Somethin’ like that.

LARRY takes a drag, exhales.

LARRY : Well, don’t sweat it, my man. ‘S just a dinner date.

BERT : Yeah, well (takes a drag, exhales) — that’s a bigger step fer some than it is fer others.

LARRY : Fair enough. I’ll definitely tell ‘er she’s got first-class protection.

BERT takes a drag, exhales.

BERT : Seriously. Don’t ferget what I said.

BERT drops his cigarette butt to the ground, puts it out with his shoe.

BERT CON’T : An’ flowers’re always nice.

LARRY takes a final drag off his cigarette and drops the butt, putting it out with his shoe, as well.

LARRY : I ain’t that  rusty.

BERT : Could’a fooled me. ‘S almost like there’s two of ya.

LARRY : Whaddaya mean?

BERT : Up there on that stage ya seem pretty comfortable with folks — hell, a natural, even. But in person, face ta face, one on one —

BERT pauses, clearly unsure of exactly how to proceed.

LARRY (chuckling) : Go on say, it.

BERT : Well, don’t take this the wrong way, but (another lengthy pause) — yer kinda awkward, man.

LARRY laughs slightly before speaking.

LARRY : Been called a lot worse, believe me.

BERT : Well, Wanda’s prob’ly swamped behind the bar now. It’s like hitchin’ yer wagon to a chicken, I’m tellin’ ya.

LARRY : Well, everybody needs a break.

BERT walks to the open rear door, pauses in the doorway, turns to address LARRY one more time.

BERT : You’ll ‘member what I said?

LARRY gives an awkward mock half-salute.

LARRY : Aye-aye, cap’n.

BERT : Okay. My job here’s done, then.

LARRY : See ya back inside in a few.

LARRY paces for a moment in semi-circle, runs his hand through his hair, kicks at his stomped-out cigarette butt, and takes his cell phone out of his pants pocket. He works his way down the list of numbers on the phone and makes a selection, then holds the phone to his ear.

VOICE ON PHONE : Welcome to TCF bank automated menu, for balance information, press —

LARRY presses 1 on the phone.

VOICE ON PHONE CON’T : Please enter your account number.

LARRY, straining a bit to see in the dark, presses a series of keys on the phone.

VOICE ON PHONE CON’T : Please enter your secret code.

LARRY, again fumbling a bit, enters a shorter series of numbers into the phone.

VOICE ON PHONE CON’T : Your checking balance is — three hundred eleven dollars and — sixty three cents.

LARRY cuts off the call, flips the phone closed, checks his watch, and makes his way back to the rear entrance of the bar.

FADE OUT

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