Feast Page #15

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BOSS MAN:

In the kitchen, under the sink.

HEROINE:

No one goes anywhere alone. Least of

all, unarmed.

Heroine hands the Rust Red Shotgun to Good Guy.

HEROINE:

(under breath)

Find some pants.

Good Guy and Good Girl head for the KITCHEN.

Heroine surveys the room.

HEROINE:

We need to stay alert.

Heroine takes a bottle of liquor from Goldie just as he puts

it to his lips.

GOLDIE:

Hey!

HEROINE:

(eyeing Goldie)

Everyone take a role. Let's prepare

the guns, ammo and whatever else we

can scare up. We also need to help

the hurt so we can move them on our

ultimate exit outta here.

(beat)

So, who's going into the basement

with me?

The room is silent.

TUFFY:

(shaky)

I will.

Tuffy stands, sniffling.

BARTENDER:

I don't think you should...

BOSS MAN:

With what just happened upstairs --

TUFFY:

Shut up! Shut your mouth. You have

no idea what is running through me

right now. No idea.

(to Heroine)

I'm ready.

HEROINE:

(slight smirk)

All right.

BOSS MAN:

I'm sorr-

She walks by without looking.

Heroine, Tuffy, Roadie, and Bartender all move to the

BASEMENT.

The door creaks open slowly. Flashlights illuminate the

stairs. The group descends.

Left UPSTAIRS are Para, Bozo, Beer Guy, Adulterer, Boss Man,

Good Girl, Good Guy, Goldie, Belle, Trampy, Grandpa, and

Grandma.

Bozo makes his way to the bar for a beer.

BOZO:

(to Beer Guy)

She is one hot little minx.

Beer Guy and Goldie are trying to make MOLOTOV COCKTAILS.

SMACK! Bozo slaps Beer Guy's constructing hand.

BOZO:

Ah-ah-ah! You're doing that all wrong!

Beer Guy looks up puzzled. Goldie sets his bottle down.

BOZO:

I'm telling ya, you got the cloth

too deep, you're asking for it.

BEER GUY:

Oh yeah?

GOLDIE:

What do you know?

BOZO:

I know you're doing it wrong.

BEER GUY:

Enlighten us, please.

Bozo grabs one of the cloth rags and moves to the alcohol

bottles.

BOZO:

Move aside, ladies.

He stuffs the cloth rag into one of the bottles.

BOZO:

(serious)

You don't want the rag to touch the

booze, that way you can hold it awhile

and ensure it explodes when you throw

it.

PARA:

You sure? I thought the rag had to

touch?

BOZO:

I'm sure.

GOLDIE:

How'd you know this?

BOZO:

(to Para)

Remember Uncle Lou?

Para has a blank expression.

BOZO:

Uncle Lou?

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. TRAILER PARK -- DAY -- FLASHBACK

YOUNG PARA (8, small, sickly) and YOUNG BOZO (10, Black

Sabbath T-shirt, ripped jeans, stringy mullet) both stare at

UNCLE LOU (39, tan tank-top, beer belly, boxer underwear)

madly running around with his arm ENGULFED IN FLAMES.

UNCLE LOU:

HOT DAMN-SONUVABITCH-HOT DAMN-GOD

DAMN-SONUVABITCH!

The two young boys stare expressionlessly at the episode.

CUT TO:

INT. BAR -- NIGHT

Para cringes.

PARA:

(eyes shut, wincing)

Uncle Louuuuuuuuuuu.

Bozo puts down the Molotov cocktail, grabs a beer, and struts

away.

BOZO:

Right on. Right on. Right on.

On the floor nearby, Boss Man rubs his shin above the wounded

foot, wincing in pain. Belle is watching him like a hawk.

She downs a shot.

INT. BAR -- BASEMENT -- NIGHT

The basement is dark and dingy. There is crap all over the

place. Dried out ANIMAL CARCASSES hang from the ceiling on

hooks. They SWAY as the group moves through them.

There is a small cage made out of wood and chicken wire.

The group rummages through the stuff.

ROADIE:

There's a rifle and a shotgun here.

HEROINE:

That's fine.

INT. BAR -- NIGHT

Good Guy, wearing dirty jeans, and Good Girl return from the

kitchen with a sizable first aid kit. They hustle to the

unconscious Adulterer.

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