Feast Page #26

---

TRAMPY:

Stop!!! Stop!!! Stop!!!

Silence.

The banging stops.

The room is silent.

Everyone is on the tables, huffing and puffing, looking from

left to right.

Good Girl tries to cover up her exposed boyfriend. They notice

Bozo looking at them, again smiling.

BOZO:

You're into this aren't you?

Grandpa holds Grandma close. They still have their drinks.

HEROINE:

All right!

(to Beer Guy)

Tell us about the truck!

BEER GUY:

Uh, uh, I think if we can get everyone

into it... we can get out of here.

GOOD GUY:

Let's wait it out.

HEROINE:

They'll tear this place down within

the hour.

BEER GUY:

There's a delivery tunnel out the

back door.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. BAR -- DELIVERY TUNNEL -- NIGHT

The tunnel is long and dark. The walls are metallic and a

lone strip of white fluorescent lights line the ceiling.

The outer doors open and the truck is about ten feet away.

BEER GUY (V.O.)

We line everyone up in the tunnel,

light the flares, toss the fire bombs,

and then come out blasting.

CUT TO:

INT. BAR -- NIGHT

They all hover on the tables.

BEER GUY:

My truck can't be more than ten feet

away. We load into the back, I can

get in the front and we roll out of

here.

HEROINE:

What's in the back?

BEER GUY:

Nothing, this was my last delivery.

GOOD GUY:

So what do we have to do?

BARTENDER:

IT'S ANOTHER GOD-DAMNED BOTTLE NECK!

ROADIE:

If there is only one way out for us,

there is only one way in for them.

HEROINE:

Make a distraction out front and go

for it out the back. There's cars

back there, right?

BEER GUY:

Yeah, the lot's right there. My truck

is right out back.

HEROINE:

But not flush against the tunnel?

GOOD GUY:

How many feet will we be exposed?

Without any cover?

BEER GUY:

I dunno... a few yards.

TRAMPY:

I don't like it.

Good Girl dry heaves.

ROADIE:

Look, the armed surround the unarmed

in a circle and we move as a tight

group. Those that can shoot, protect

the rest to his ride.

BOZO:

Hey, when this plan completely goes

to sh*t, what are ya gonna do?

BARTENDER:

You got something better?

BOZO:

If we move in a group, we are one

target. If we scatter, they CAN'T

get us all.

ROADIE:

Bullshit.

BOZO:

No bullshit.

BARTENDER:

Who's for the truck?

The group agrees without Bozo's approval.

BOZO:

We'll be food, d*ckheads!

BARTENDER:

Well, your last words can be "I told

you so."

BOZO:

(to Para)

You gotta be with me on this.

PARA:

I'm in a wheelchair, the truck sounds

pretty good.

BOZO:

Amazing you made it this far.

HEROINE:

(to Beer Guy)

It's imperative that you get that

truck moving.

BEER GUY:

Just cover me. It was built to move.

BAM! BAM! BAM! The Beasts hit the floor.

BOZO:

Where the hell are we going to go

then, Billy Jack!?

HEROINE:

There's a bomb shelter over in Durant,

by the IGA, on First. You all know

where that is?

Everyone nods.

HEROINE:

It's the safest place until sunrise.

Grandpa looks to Grandma. He smiles affectionately.

Good Guy puts his arm on Good Girl's shoulder, and holds her

tight.

BARTENDER:

You seem mighty collected about this.

HEROINE:

Buddy, I'm a full-blooded Chucktow.

I can't think of a time my people

haven't been takin' it dry. The fact

that we are being eaten now, doesn't

even faze me...

(beat)

...this is just another Tuesday.

Rate this script:4.5 / 2 votes