Feast Page #3

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The two fresh gin & tonics are ready. Bartender grabs the

drinks and sets them in front of GOOD GUY (26, clean cut,

white sweater). Good Guy nods and gives him a tip.

GOOD GUY:

Thank you, sir.

We follow him to a table where GOOD GIRL (26, delicate,

innocent, matching white sweater) sits.

GOOD GIRL:

Oh thanks, sweety.

We freeze on Good Girl and Good Guy.

SUPERIMPOSED:

NAME:
GOOD GUY & GOOD GIRL

AGES:
26

OCCUPATIONS:
SALES REPRESENTATIVES FOR ENTERPRISE RENT-A-CAR

THEIR SONG:
"SAILING" BY CHRISTOPHER CROSS

We go back to the starry-eyed couple as they TOAST. We hear

a bar of the "their song."

SUPERIMPOSED:

LIFE EXPECTANCY:
THEY REALLY HAVE IT COMING

BEHIND THEM, the beer delivery man, walks by, pushing a keg

of beer on a roll cart. We follow him to the side of the

bar.

He sets down the load and opens the small door to the KEG

ELEVATOR. We freeze on him.

SUPERIMPOSED:

NAME:
BEER GUY

AGE:
32

OCCUPATION:
BEER GUY

LIFE EXPECTANCY:
A WILD CARD, HE MAY SURPRISE YOU

BARTENDER:

That it?

BEER GUY:

One keg of Beast for the basement,

then, truck's dry.

BARTENDER:

Gonna stay for a couple?

Beer Guy hoists the lone keg into the waiting elevator.

BEER GUY:

(nonchalant)

F*** yea.

He hits a button next to the door and the keg slowly lowers

to the basement.

EXT. PRAIRIE LAND -- NIGHT

P.O.V. - Hard breathing. We jump over a small bush and land

hard in the icy earth.

INT. BAR -- NIGHT

From the end of the bar, a glass of beer SLIDES TOWARDS US.

A hand GRABS it and puts it on a tray.

She is pretty though haggard, stained apron, and dirty blond

hair. We freeze on her.

SUPERIMPOSED:

NAME:
TUFFY

AGE:
25

OCCUPATION:
CAREER WAITRESS

FUN FACT:
SERVED 100 HOURS OF COMMUNITY SERVICE FOR ILLEGAL

DUMPING OF MANURE... IN EX-HUSBAND'S CAR

LIFE EXPECTANCY:
BADASS-IN-WAITING

Tuffy picks up her tray and turns. We see a LOCKET around

her neck.

Tuffy's stride eases into SLOW MOTION:

We can SEE THROUGH the closed locket -- it conceals a PICTURE

of a smiling, young boy. It is Tuffy's son, CODY.

AT NORMAL SPEED:

Tuffy carries the tray toward a table. She passes a TV that

is mounted on the wall.

ON THE TV:

A NEWSCASTER, dressed in a coat and tie, mouths the news.

We can barely make out what he is saying.

NEWSCASTER:

(from TV)

...the search for the missing mining

team will be further complicated by

tonight's expected blizzard and by

the unstable conditions of these

deep tunnels. The dynamite blasting

to the mountain's face has created a

number of deep sinkholes into the

rocky terrain. Thus far, no signs of

life have been detected, yet town

officials are still optimistic the

miners will be found...

Newscaster spins and an ECLIPSE GRAPHIC comes on screen above

his right shoulder.

NEWSCASTER:

...On a brighter note or should we

say a darker note, tomorrow's solar

eclipse will bring out adults and

children alike for a celebration of

this metrological event. Let's go

now to Devon Lucie from KRUI's weather

center, Devon?

WE TILT BACK DOWN. We keep DESCENDING until we are in the

BASEMENT of the bar. Musty, cold, mildew and old.

IN THE BASEMENT:

Beer Guy pulls the keg from the little elevator and places

it next to the many other kegs in the basement.

He HEARS a faint conversation behind a curtain.

It is between BOSS MAN (paunchy, sweaty, ugly) and ROADIE

(English accent, light hair, leather skin, thin build).

BOSS MAN (O.S.)

How can you move it?

ROADIE (O.S.)

Amplifiers.

Beer Guy hesitantly moves toward the conversation. A RED

GLOW emits from behind the sheet, cleanly silhouetting Roadie

and Boss Man.

BOSS MAN:

Color it done.

Roadie smirks.

We ascend straight up into --

EXT. PRAIRIE LAND -- NIGHT

P.O.V. - We are trucking... labored breathing... we stumble

and TILT DOWN TO --

INT. BAR -- NIGHT

FROM TILT DOWN --

We follow Tuffy over to a table where ADULTERER (bushy

mustache, sweater vest, dress shirt) sits with TRAMPY

(designer glasses, hair pulled back, tight blue business

suit, closet tramp). We freeze on Trampy.

SUPERIMPOSED:

NAME:
TRAMPY

AGE:
19

OCCUPATION:
BANK TELLER

LIFE EXPECTANCY:
BETTER THAN ADULTERER

TRAMPY:

He said there was no reason I had to

stay a teller and that if I did good

work and didn't mess up, I could

become an assistant manager within

three years.

(pause)

Can you believe that?

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