Clerks Page #29

DANTE:

Jesus Christ, what next?

The SUITED MAN rips a piece of paper out of his notebook and

hands it to DANTE.

SUITED MAN:

Here you go.

DANTE:

What's this?

SUITED MAN:

A fine, for five hundred dollars.

DANTE:

WHAT?

TRAINER:

Five hundred bucks? What for?

SUITED MAN:

For violation of New Jersey Statute

Section Two A, number one-seventy

slash fifty-one:
Any person who sells

or makes available tobacco or tobacco-

related products to persons under

the age of eighteen is regarded as

disorderly.

DANTE:

What are you talking about?

SUITED MAN:

According to the NJAC-the New Jersey

Administrative Code, section eighteen,

five, slash twelve point five-a fine

of no less than two hundred and fifty

dollars is to be leveled against any

person reported selling cigarettes

to a minor.

DANTE:

I didn't do that!

SUITED MAN:

You said you were here all day?

DANTE:

Yeah, but I didn't sell cigarettes

to any kids!

SUITED MAN:

An angry mother called the state

division of taxation and complained

that the man working at Quick Stop

Convenience sold her five-year-old

daughter cigarettes today at around

four o'clock. Division of taxation

calls the State Board of Health, and

they send me down here to issue a

fine. You say you were working all

day, hence the fine is yours. It's

doubled due to the incredibly young

age of the child.

DANTE:

But I didn't sell cigarettes to any

kid!

TRAINER:

To a five-year-old kid? What a

scumbag!

HEATHER:

That's sick, Dante.

DANTE:

I didn't sell cigarettes to any kids!

I swear!

SUITED MAN:

The due date is on the bottom. This

summons cannot be contested in any

court of law. Failure to remit before

the due date will result in a charge

of criminal negligence, and a warrant

will be issued for your arrest. Have

a nice day.

The SUITED MAN exits, with DANTE trying to follow.

DANTE:

But I didn't sell cigarettes to any

kids! Hey!

TRAINER:

(takes back the card)

Forget it. I don't want to deal with

a guy that sells cigarettes to a

five-year-old.

(to HEATHER)

Can I offer you a ride somewhere?

HEATHER:

Sure. How about the beach?

TRAINER:

I like the way you think.

The two exit. DANTE, alone, studies his summons. He rubs his

forehead.

DANTE:

Jesus! What next?

VOICE (O.S.)

Dante?

DANTE spins, angrily.

DANTE:

What?

His expression softens.

DANTE:

Caitlin?

CUT TO:

EXT:
VIDEO STORE. NIGHT

JAY deals with a customer as SILENT BOB looks on.

JAY:

That's the price, my brother.

JOHN:

Yo, I don't have that kind of cash.

JAY:

For this kind of hash, you need that

kind of cash.

JOHN:

How long you gonna be here?

JAY:

Till ten. Then I'm going to John K's

party.

JOHN:

You're gonna be at John K's party?

JAY:

(to SILENT BOB)

My man is deaf.

(yelling)

I'M GOING TO JOHN K'S PARTY!

(quieter)

Neh.

JOHN:

Yo, don't sell all that. 'Cause I'm

gonna get the cash and buy it from

you at John K's. You're gonna bring

it, right?

JAY:

The only place I don't bring my drugs

is church. And that ain't till Sunday

morning.

JOHN:

Yo. I'll see you at that party.

(puts his hand up to

be slapped)

I'll see you there?

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