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

Posted: February 9, 2013 in Uncategorized

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FADE IN :

INT. – RESTAURANT – EVENING

The restaurant is a modestly upscale place, a bit more on the casual side than perhaps BERT made it sound. It’s fairly busy for a Sunday night, with about half the tables occupied. LARRY and JUNE are seated and have obviously been talking for a little while. There is a bottle of wine open, placed between the two of them, and both their glasses are about half finished. A basket of bread is also in the center of the table and there are a couple of pieces left from what was once presumably a small loaf. Both LARRY and JUNE have small plates in front of them with a few crumbs scattered about them. LARRY’s plate also has a knife and a couple of opened butter packets on it, JUNE’s has neither. We join them in mid-conversation.

LARRY : —so anyway, yeah, Joe’s one of those guys who’s just kinda good about hiring people who used to have a thing going in show business. (pauses) Or almost did.  Or who never did but tried.

JUNE takes a sip of wine.

JUNE : Sounds like he’s got his fingers in a lotta pies.

LARRY : Absolutely. Besides the two restaurants and this karaoke thing he owns — I dunno — four, five apartment buildings and I think a few duplexes. Plus he’s got some kind of booking agency thing for comedians and stuff. But when I first knew ‘im he was just a guy who booked eight, maybe ten bands around town.

Their WAITRESS stops by at the table.

WAITRESS : Food shouldn’t be too much longer, everything okay here?

LARRY (to WAITRESS) : Could I get a glass of water, please?

WAITRESS : Sure thing, comin’ right up.

The WAITRESS turns her head to address JUNE.

WAITRESS (now addressing JUNE) CON’T : Anything else fer you right now, hon?

JUNE (to WAITRESS) : Christine’s not working tonight by any chance, is she? Been looking around but I haven’t seen ‘er.

WAITRESS(to JUNE) : Ya know what? One of the other gals called in and I think Chris picked up her shift. She’ll prob’ly be here in a few. I’ll send ‘er by yer table if you don’t happen ta see ‘er first.

JUNE(to WAITRESS) : Thanks, yer a doll.

The WAITRESS makes her way to another table and LARRY and JUNE continue conversing with each other.

JUNE (now addressing LARRY) : Ya know, for a stand-offish guy you’re not too put off by answering questions.

LARRY (chuckles slightly) : Well, the wine helps.

JUNE : But you don’t ask many.

LARRY pauses, as usual a bit unsure as to how to proceed.

LARRY : Still gettin’ the lay of the land, I guess. Seems like you’re the kind’a person that’ll volunteer whatever ya want me ta know and keep the rest to yerself until ya want me ta know it.

JUNE makes a mock “oh, my” gesture with her hands as she resumes speaking.

JUNE : Mmmmmm — got me figured out that way, you figure, huh?

LARRY : Not in the least. (pauses) Which is why I’m avoiding the polite version of givin’ you the third degree.

JUNE takes another sip of wine before speaking again.

JUNE : Actually — (now in a mock whisper) shhhh — I sort of appreciate it.

LARRY : Don’t want the restaurant-going public of Split Rock ta see you in an accidental moment of gratitude?

JUNE takes another sip of wine.

JUNE : Hey — got an image to maintain.

LARRY chuckles slightly.

JUNE CON’T : Honestly, though, I don’t wanna seem off-putting, I just —

LARRY takes a sip of wine.

LARRY : You just —?

JUNE : Ehhh — can we just leave it at that for now?

LARRY : Of course. But it means I get a point for reading you right.

JUNE : If keepin’ score’s your thing, go ahead.

LARRY pauses semi-awkwardly again.

LARRY : No, it’s really —

JUNE reaches across the table and taps his hand.

JUNE : Relax, killer. I’m just havin’ a little fun messin’ with your head again. I swear, you make it so easy.

The WAITRESS returns to the table with LARRY’s water.

WAITRESS (to LARRY) : Here ya go, darlin’.

LARRY (to WAITRESS): Thank you, my good woman.

JUNE :Whatever happened to just gettin’ water at your table first thing no matter what?

LARRY takes a sip of his water.

LARRY : Welcome to the new reality. It’s all a la carte now. Notice the menu?

JUNE : Yeah, but — they gave us bread.

LARRY : They’re just gettin’ the hang of it here. Give ’em another year or two, that’ll be separate, too. That’s how every place back in the Cities operates now.

JUNE : Sounds like a rip-off to me.

LARRY takes another sip of water, then one of wine.

LARRY : Wait’ll small plates make their way here. Then it’s all over.

JUNE : I believe it. (pauses to take a sip of wine) I do admit — I miss the way the town used to be. (pauses again in brief reminiscence) Well — not the way it really used to be, I wasn’t around back then, but the way it was when I first moved here.

LARRY : You were one of the first of the artists, or artisans, or whatever to hit town, I take it?

JUNE : Yeah. This was the late 80s. The whole yuppie-weekend-getaway thing was just gettin’ started.

LARRY : Locals treat you like some dastardly outsider?

JUNE : Oh, sure (pauses) But in a weird way I sorta respected them for it. Once they saw what we did with the house, they warmed up pretty quick.

LARRY takes a sip of water.

JUNE : George was living at home at the time. Yeah, he was just a kid, but he was a big help. Christ, that place was such an eyesore.

LARRY : My turn to give out a free cliche — “you’d never know it lookin’ at it now.” (pauses) Still, it’s true.

JUNE : Thanks. (pauses) And you’re right. And if you’re a normal human being, at this point you’re wondering if and when I was ever married.

LARRY gives a mock-sheepish grin as he speaks.

LARRY : Well — yeah.

JUNE : Well, it’s all a long goddamn story, but by the time I moved here from Milwaukee, I was single.

LARRY : Milwaukee, huh? Didn’t know that’s where you were originally from.

LARRY pauses and has another sip of water.

LARRY CON’T : By the way, if I were less a gentleman, this is when I’d say “see, you proved my point.”

JUNE : Meaning what, exactly?

LARRY : That you’re the kinda person that volunteers whatever information you want, whenever you want to do it.

JUNE pauses, considering for a moment before speaking.

JUNE (grinning) : Actually — I volunteered an awful lot in the last couple minutes, didn’t I?

LARRY (in a mock whisper) : Shhhh — you got an image to maintain, remember?

JUNE suddenly tugs at the side of an apron of another waitress passing by their table, her friend CHRISTINE, who stops in her tracks to speak with her.

CHRISTINE (to JUNE) : Junie! You finally decided to give this dive a whirl, huh?

CHRISTINE turns and addresses LARRY.

CHRISTINE (now to LARRY) CON’T : And who’s yer friend?

CHRISTINE reaches her hand down toward LARRY’s first, and he reaches his up to meet hers and give it a friendly shake.

JUNE (to CHRISTINE) : Larry, this is Chris — Chris, Larry.

LARRY (to CHRISTINE) : A pleasure. Any friend of June’s is a friend of mine.

CHRISTINE (to LARRY) : Told him about the free cliches, huh? Well, likewise, Larry, likewise.

LARRY and CHRISTINE politely cease shaking hands. CHRISTINE taps her pen against her pad of order tickets in mock confusion.

CHRISTINE (to JUNE) : Let’s see now, what’s my line here again? (pauses)  Oh yeah —

CHRISTINE( now to LARRY, bt pointing her pen at JUNE) CON’T :  — “ya gotta watch out fer this one.”

LARRY (grinning slightly,speaking to CHRISTINE but looking at JUNE as he does so) : I had that much figured out already.

JUNE (to CHRISTINE ) : Larry’s the guy Ronnie brought in from Minneapolis to turn his joynt into a karaoke lounge. (pauses, continuing to address CHRISTINE but now looking at LARRY) At least for the weekend.

CHRISTINE (to LARRY) : Oh yeah? And how’d all that go, then?

LARRY (to CHRISTINE) : Seemed okay to me. Jury’s still out, though, I guess.

CHRISTINE (to JUNE) : Probably in more ways than one, hmmm? (now addressing them both) Well, you two have a good night, hope ya didn’t order the salmon special. (now to JUNE) I’ll call ya sometime tomorrow ‘r the next day, Junie, okay?

JUNE : Sounds good. Don’t let these hooligans give ya too rough a time.

CHRISTINE : You know me babe, I got it covered.

CHRISTINE moves along to another table, just as LARRY and JUNE’s WAITRESS finally approaches theirs, serving tray in hand, with their orders.

WAITRESS (to both LARRY and JUNE) : Sorry ’bout the little wait there, we’re short a guy in the kitchen tonight.

LARRY (to WAITRESS) : Not a problem.

The WAITRESS looks at her tray for a moment before beginning to place the food down.

WAITRESS (to JUNE) CON’T : So let’s see, we’ve got the sea scallop salad for the lady —

The WAITRESS places JUNE’s plate in front of her at the table.

JUNE (to WAITRESS) : Thank you.

The WAITRESS turns to face LARRY.

WAITRESS (to LARRY) : And the salmon special for the gentleman.

The WAITRESS sets LARRY’s plate in front of him at the table.

LARRY (to WAITRESS) : Thank you so much.

FADE OUT

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