The Forgotten Man

CLARK:

(Sarcastic)

Oh, what a tough life.

LUCY:

You must understand, I’ve never seen anyone stand up against her before! You taught her a lesson.

CLARK:

Listen, I think it’s time for you to leave! In all respect lady. I’m a nobody, meaning my actions don’t mean nothin’.

LUCY:

They do to me! And I’m very grateful.

CLARK:

That’s nice. But I didn’t I tell ya’? -- Scam outta’ here!

LUCY:

How do I repay you?

CLARK:

You don’t. I owe you nothing!

Under this endless discussion -- A jagged man looms from surrounding fog - - His body language moves like a predator.

LUCY:

Are you always this stubborn?

Clark perceives his approaching situation, now very cautious.

CLARK:

Listen lady. What’s your name?

LUCY:

Why does it matter? -- I’m leaving now anyway!

Before she storms off, an enormous six foot four built man with a hooked eagle nose and killer grey eyes guards her exit.

CLARK:

(Mutters)

...cryin out loud

This mountain of a man skews out an aged rusty machete.

BARRY:

(Deep grizzly voice)

Is she giving you any trouble?

CLARK:

No my friend.

Lucy is terrified, gripping onto Clark.

BARRY:

Who is she?

CLARK:

She ain’t gonna tell you when you’re in her personal space!

BARRY:

Yeah, you’re right.

He calmly seats himself down on a tattered potato bag, like a little school kid who’s waiting to hear a story.

BARRY (Cont’d)

...G’won then

LUCY:

Lucy -- My name is Lucy.

She expresses this in an innocent tone to mask her discomfort.

BARRY:

Tell ya what’. I know a few Lucy’s. -- I’ve lived in New York longer than I can remember...probably met your ma’

CLARK:

No you didn’t. The only thing you remember is jail.

There’s a lack of awareness coming from Barry, he suddenly looks lost and bewildered, like a distracted animal.

CLARK (Cont’d)

You okay?

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