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

Posted: February 8, 2013 in Uncategorized

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INT. -MOTEL OFFICE – MORNING

There is a different MOTEL CLERK (referred to hereafter as MOTEL CLERK 2), a middle-aged woman who is reading a newspaper, working at the desk as LARRY enters through the front door. LARRY jingles his room key in his hand as he approaches the counter and addresses MOTEL CLERK 2.

LARRY : No Nestor today?

MOTEL CLERK 2 glances up from her paper.

MOTEL CLERK 2 : He don’t work Sundays.

LARRY : Church-goin’ man? Well, good for him, good for him.

MOTEL CLERK 2 : Church o’ the green an’ gold more like. Not that he couldn’t watch ’em here, but he’s got  the big-screen at home.

LARRY gives a confused look.

MOTEL CLERK 2 CON’T : Packers.

LARRY : Ah — gotcha.

LARRY pauses, gives another quizzical look, still clearly a bit confused.

LARRY CON’T : But doesn’t the season start in like two or three more weeks?

MOTEL CLERK 2 : Well — he don’t work Sundays anyway. An’ speakin’ of anyway — anyway, you were six?

LARRY : Once upon a time.

MOTEL CLERK 2 : Room six.

LARRY (grinning) : Haven’t had your coffee yet?

MOTEL CLERK 2 gives LARRY a quizzical look.

MOTEL CLERK 2: Come again?

LARRY : Nothing. Maybe you don’t all bust each —

LARRY stops mid-sentence, decides the better of going down that road, and hands his key to MOTEL CLERK 2.

LARRY CON’T : Yup. I was six.

MOTEL CLERK 2 looks at a hand-written note on the desk, turns her attention to LARRY again.

MOTEL CLERK 2 : Sez yer all paid up. Everything okay in there? Didn’t leave us a mess or nothin’, did’ja?

LARRY : No mess, even made the bed for ya.

MOTEL CLERK 2 seems somewhat astounded by this.

MOTEL CLERK 2 : Well that was a waste o’ time. Gotta wash the sheets anyway.

LARRY : State law or somethin’?

MOTEL CLERK 2 : I leave the bitchin’ about Madison to Nestor. We jus’ like ta keep a clean place around here in case ya ain’t noticed.

LARRY : Well — I was kidding, anyway. The room ain’t messy — hell, at least not by my standards — but I didn’t make the bed. Or clean out the ashtray. Might even be an empty pop can or two in there.

MOTEL CLERK 2 : Sounds like a reg’lar pig sty. By my standards.

LARRY makes a somewhat startled look, clearly taken aback by MOTEL CLERK 2’s comment.

LARRY (somewhat nervously) : Guess I really didn’t think —

MOTEL CLERK 2 interrupts LARRY in mid-sentence.

MOTEL CLERK 2 : Relax, hot shot — this time I was kiddin’. Anyway, it’ll gimme somethin’ ta do later, won’t it? Cleanin’ up yer ungodly mess.

LARRY : Happy to do my part fer yer job security.

LARRY makes his way toward the door to exit, pauses for a moment, turns to address MOTEL CLERK 2 again, who has turned her attention back to her newspaper.

LARRY : I thought the house rule was everybody  pays in advance?

MOTEL CLERK 2 turns flips the pages of the newspaper, clearly paying more attention to it than to LARRY.

MOTEL CLERK 2 : If that’s what Nestor told’ja, that’s what he told’ja.

LARRY ponders for a moment before speaking.

LARRY : Fair enough. Have yerself a good day.

MOTEL CLERK 2 : Yup, yup. Likewise.

LARRY exits the motel office.

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EXT. – TOWN STREET – LATE MORNING

LARRY parks his car along one of the town’s sidewalked streets, checks his shirt pocket for cigarettes, undoes his seatbelt, unlocks the car door, gets up and exits the car. He stretches his arms above his head for a minute immediately after exiting, re-locks the car door, and closes it.

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EXT. – VERA’S COFFEE AND PASTRY SHOP- LATE MORNING

LARRY walks by on the sidewalk  in front of Vera’s, has a quick glance toward the main front window, takes a step in the direction of the front door, thinks, the better of it, turns back, and resumes walking straight ahead.

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EXT. – PUBLIC PARK – EARLY AFTERNOON

LARRY sits on the same park bench he was reading the paper on the the previous day, takes a cigarette from his shirt pocket, lights up, takes a drag and exhales.

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EXT. – WALKING PATH NEAR BANK OF RIVER – LATE AFTERNOON

LARRY is strolling in what he presumes to be a nonchalant fashion on a walking path by the bank of the river that runs near town. He bends over, picks up a rock, skips it across the water, and watches it . After it sinks, he picks up another rock and does the same thing again.

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EXT. – WALKING PATH NEAR RIVER BANK – LATE AFTERNOON

LARRY looks up a slight embankment along the walking path near the river, notices the restaurant that BERT had mentioned to him the other night and a series of steps leading from the restaurant down to the river. He walks up the steps, takes a look at the restaurant from the outside for a few moments, and nods his head.

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EXT. – PUBLIC PARK – LATE AFTERNOON

LARRY is once again seated at his now-customary park bench, speaking on his cell phone.

LARRY (into phone) : No, Joe, every thing seemed pretty good for the most part.

LARRY pauses, presumably allowing JOE to respond on the other end, although we don’t hear JOE’s voice.

LARRY (into phone) CON’T : Yeah, he never showed.

LARRY pauses again.

LARRY (into phone) CON’T : Well, he did say something about that.

LARRY pauses again.

LARRY (into phone) CON’T : Yeah, I know, I actually meant ta call a little earlier, but —

LARRY pauses again.

LARRY(into phone) CON’T : No, I’ll just drop it off tomorrow if that’s cool. Won’t be back in ’till kinda late.

LARRY pauses again.

LARRY (into phone, slight grin on his face) CON’T : No, I’m not usin’ yer machine fer a side gig — christ, it’s a Sunday night.

LARRY pauses again.

LARRY (into phone, still grinning) CON’T : Well, there ain’t no Legion club here. ‘Least none that I saw.

LARRY pauses again.

LARRY (into phone) CON’T : What? Yeah, I still haven’t split here yet. Haven’t split Split Rock.

LARRY pauses again, for a slightly lengthier duration.

LARRY(into phone) CON’T : No, no, it’s nothin’ like —

Longer, somewhat exasperated pause.

LARRY(into phone) CON’T : Look, I’ll just fill ya in later, okay?

LARRY pauses briefly again.

LARRY (into phone) CON’T : Okay, Joe. Gotcha.

LARRY pauses briefly again.

LARRY (into phone) CON’T : Right, Joe.

LARRY pauses briefly again.

LARRY : Tomorrow morning. Ten-ish. I got it, I got it.

LARRY pauses again.

LARRY (into phone) CON’T : I swear ta God, Joe, you worry too damn much.

LARRY pauses very briefly one last time.

LARRY (into phone ) CON’T : You got it. Never fear. Thanks again, Joe.

LARRY pauses mid-sentence.

LARRY (into phone) CON’T: Or thanks the first time, I guess, if I didn’t say so before.

LARRY ends the call, flips the phone closed, and places it back in his pants pocket.

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INT . – GROCERY STORE – LATE AFTERNOON

LARRY is standing in one of the grocery store’s check-out lines holding some flowers for purchase.

EXT. – JUNE’S HOUSE – EARLY EVENING

LARRY stands on the sidewalk in front of June’s home/studio for a moment, flowers in one hand,  checks his watch, pauses for a moment, does a quick little sign of the cross, and walks up the stone path leading to the front porch door. Once on the porch he pauses and nervously checks his watch again before opening the door and, once again, closing it slowly and securely behind him to make sure it doesn’t snap shut too loudly.

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