Clerks Page #42

DANTE:

I'll call you. Let you know.

RANDAL:

All right. Good luck with Veronica.

If you want, I can talk to her, you

know, and explain...

DANTE:

No thanks. I'll take care of it.

We've got a lot of sh*t to talk about.

RANDAL:

Helluva day.

DANTE:

To say the least.

RANDAL:

Do you need a hug or something?

'Cause I would have no hang-ups about

hugging you... you know, you being a

guy and all. Just don't knead my ass

when you do it.

DANTE:

Get the f*** outta here already.

RANDAL:

I'm gone. I'll talk to you tomorrow.

RANDAL exits. A second later, he reenters and tosses DANTE

the sheet-sign.

RANDAL:

You're closed.

He exits. DANTE pushes the sign over from Open to Closed.

DANTE climbs behind the counter. He pops the register open

and starts counting the drawer out. The door is heard opening.

POV JOHN:
DANTE counting out the register, not looking up.

DANTE:

What'd you forget something?

(looks up, surprised)

Oh. I'm sorry, we're closed.

A gunshot blasts out. DANTE flies back, his chest exploding.

He stares ahead and slumps to the floor.

JOHN walks behind the counter, stepping over DANTE'S body on

the floor, and takes the money out of the register. He grabs

a paper bag and jams the money in it. He grabs handfuls of

change, shoves it in his pocket, and then quickly exits the

frame. DANTE continues to lie on the floor.

CREDITS:

Credits end, and the door is heard opening. A customer comes

to the counter and stands there. He waits, looks around for

a clerk, looks down the aisles.

CUSTOMER:

Hello? Little help?

No reply. He looks around again, and glances at the door to

make sure nobody's coming in. Then he reaches behind the

counter and grabs a pack of cigarettes. He leaves.

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