Clerks Page #21

INT:
CONVENIENCE STORE. DAY

TAPE is rolled around the top of a stick. Laces are pulled

tightly. An orange ball is slapped back and forth by a blade.

The HOCKEY PLAYERS fill the convenience store. Some sit on

the floor or lean against the coolers, but all are either

preparing or practicing. RANDAL enters, wearing his equipment.

DANTE skates to his side.

DANTE:

(lifting his foot)

Pull my laces tighter.

RANDAL:

(drops mitt and pulls

laces)

I've gotta tell you, my friend: this

is one of the ballsiest moves I've

ever been privy to. I never would

have thought you capable of such

blatant disregard of store policy.

DANTE:

I told him I had a game today. It's

his own fault.

RANDAL:

No argument here. Insubordination

rules.

DANTE:

I just want to play hockey like I

was scheduled to.

SANFORD skates up and skids to a halt.

SANFORD:

Dante, let me grab a Gatorade.

DANTE:

If you grab a Gatorade, then

everybody's going to grab one.

SANFORD:

So?

DANTE:

So? So nobody's going to want to pay

for these Gatorades.

SANFORD:

What do you care? Hey, what smells

like shoe polish?

DANTE:

I've got a responsibility here. I

can't let everybody grab free drinks.

SANFORD:

What responsibility? You're closing

the f***ing store to play hockey.

RANDAL:

He's blunt, but he's got a point.

DANTE:

At least let me maintain some

semblance of managerial control here.

SANFORD:

All I'm saying is if you're going to

be insubordinate, you should go the

full nine and not p*ssy out when it

comes to free refreshments.

RANDAL:

He's right. As if we're suddenly

gonna have a run on Gatorade.

SANFORD:

F***in-A.

DANTE:

All right. Jesus, you f***ers are

pushy.

SANFORD:

Hey man, I hear Caitlin's marrying

an Asian drum major.

RANDAL:

Design major.

DANTE:

Can we not talk about this?

SANFORD:

Fine by me. But you're living in

denial and suppressing rage.

(skating away; to all)

Dante said we can all drink free

Gatorade.

A laid-back hurrah is heard.

RANDAL:

Are you gonna lock the store?

DANTE:

I don't know. You going to lock the

video store?

RANDAL:

Look who you're asking here. How're

we gonna block off the street?

DANTE:

We're not playing in the street.

RANDAL:

Then where're we gonna play?

CUT TO:

EXT:
CONVENIENCE STORE. DAY

THE SIGN ON THE DOOR READS: TEMPORARILY CLOSED. BE OPEN AFTER

FIRST PERIOD.

The PLAYERS ascend a ladder adjacent to the door, one by

one. ON THE ROOF they jump off the ladder and skate around.

More players join them.

From across the street we get the full, odd perspective: a

store with many men gliding around on the roof.

On the roof DANTE skates and passes with another player.

REDDING stretches, leaning against the sign. RANDAL pulls

his mask on and slaps his glove, urging a shot. SANFORD skates

in and takes a shot, which RANDAL blocks. JAY and SILENT BOB

deal to a player: he drops money over the ledge and JAY throws

up a dime bag. DANTE holds a ball in the center of the court.

DANTE:

Ready?

PLAYERS take positions. SANFORD comes to the center and holds

the ball in drop position. DANTE and REDDING face off, and

the ball is in play.

The game begins as the players engage in a savage ballet.

Faces are smashed with sticks, slide tackles are made, shots

are taken, CU's of various players included.

INACTIVE PLAYERS call out encouragement and slander from the

sidelines. More game playing including both goalies getting

scored on and more face-offs.

Below, a CUSTOMER tugs on the convenience store door. He

reads the sign and then backs up into the street, attempting

to peer over the ledge. Above, the game continues.

Below, the CUSTOMER shifts from one foot to the other

impatiently. He grabs the ladder and quickly ascends.

Above, from over the ledge of the roof, we see the head of

the customer peek. Skating feet pass rapidly before him, and

he watches for a moment before calling out.

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