Feast Page #16

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Bozo is steadfastly working on molotov cocktails. Beer Guy

takes a seat next to Para.

BEER GUY:

Why do you take sh*t from him?

PARA:

Look, yeah, he's an ass, but he's my

brother. Que sera-sera.

BEER GUY:

Your brother, huh?

PARA:

Yep.

BEER GUY:

Your parents of relation?

PARA:

We lived near power lines.

Belle kneels next to the Boss Man.

BELLE:

I'll take over, if that's all right.

She tends to his foot as he sets down his pistol.

BELLE:

How are you holding up?

BOSS MAN:

Well...

He pulls a small bottle out of his pocket and hands it to

her.

BOSS MAN:

...open this.

She fiddles with the cap.

BOSS MAN:

Push and twist, it's child proof.

BELLE:

Oh.

BOSS MAN:

Gimme a couple dabs on the tongue.

She drops a few dabs in his mouth.

BELLE:

What is this?

BOSS MAN:

Magic potion.

(beat)

You should try a little.

BELLE:

Oh, no.

BOSS MAN:

It'll calm your nerves. Works like a

charm.

BELLE:

Really?

BOSS MAN:

Uh huh. Just put a dab on your tongue.

BELLE:

Will I go crazy or something?

BOSS MAN:

No, no, it calms you, makes everything

nice and smooth. Just takes the edge

off like a beer, but in a fraction

of the time.

BELLE:

Why not then?

She takes the bottle and is about to take some.

BOSS MAN:

Wait, before you do that, help me to

the kitchen, I need to lay down.

There's a cot back there.

BELLE:

But --

BOSS MAN:

It's much safer in there, sweety.

BELLE:

Okay then.

She helps him up and they move through the kitchen to the

BACK ROOM.

Beer Guy stands watching Good Girl. She starts to bandage

Adulterer's eye.

GOOD GIRL:

Where are they going?

BEER GUY:

I don't wanna know.

GOOD GIRL:

(to Adulterer)

How does it feel?

She finishes wrapping the bandages around his head.

Adulterer is coming out of his stupor.

ADULTERER:

Lousy.

GOOD GIRL:

You still have one left.

ADULTERER:

Right when I thought there wasn't a

silver lining...

Trampy leans in from the side.

TRAMPY:

It serves you right. You cheatin'

jerk.

ADULTERER:

Spare me.

TRAMPY:

I figure it's karma. You wronged me

and you wronged your wife and you

wronged your children, so this is

karma biting you on the ass, or in

your case...

(flicks the eye bandage)

...on the eye.

Bozo addresses Trampy as he works.

BOZO:

Oh yeah?

TRAMPY:

Well, it could be worse, he could be

dead. Then again, the night is young.

Bozo acknowledges Trampy's half bald head.

BOZO:

Ya know, that's not a bad look on

you, kinda 1985, but not bad. I'd

hook it up.

TRAMPY:

Huh?

ADULTERER:

Leave her alone.

BOZO:

Hey Cyclops? Let's have a quiet

contest... starting now.

Bozo turns his attention back to Trampy.

BOZO:

(licking lips)

Ya know, in situations of duress, I

have found that women are attracted

to my authority.

Trampy cringes.

INT. BAR -- BASEMENT -- NIGHT

Roadie emerges with two crates. He drops them on the floor.

ROADIE:

Flares, the light might scare them.

Bartender turns holding TWO LARGE MACHETES.

BARTENDER:

These could come in handy.

Heroine grabs one and swings it.

HEROINE:

Nice. Let's get everything upstairs.

Heroine moves to the stairs, but stops. She grabs Tuffy by

the arm and takes her aside.

HEROINE:

You know you don't have to do this.

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