Feast Page #4

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ADULTERER:

(tense)

That sounds great.

We freeze on him.

SUPERIMPOSED:

NAME:
ADULTERER

AGE:
36

OCCUPATION:
HIGH SCHOOL P.E. INSTRUCTOR

NICKNAME IN HIGH SCHOOL: DR. BLUMPKIN

GENITALS:
SHAVED

LIFE EXPECTANCY:
WORSE THAN TRAMPY

UNDER THE TABLE:

Adulterer reaches into his pant's pocket to pay the tab.

As he produces a wad of cash, he inadvertently pulls out his

hidden WEDDING RING.

Tuffy sets down the drinks.

TRAMPY:

That sounds like bullshit! I could

be an assistant manager at The Lake

Arrowhead Casino for knowing the

f***in' alphabet to G! I'll be twenty-

two in three --

The ring falls.

CLING! CLING! The damning wedding band BOUNCES.

We follow the ring as it ROLLS on it's side along the floor.

Tuffy, Trampy and the mortified Adulterer, watch.

The ring stops, standing still on its side.

We see Trampy's sunken reaction Loveboat style, through the

ring. She looks to Adulterer, seething.

Adulterer's jaw goes slack.

The ring falls FLAT.

Adulterer slides the cash to Tuffy with one hand.

ADULTERER:

Just keep it...

WHIP PAN TO --

EXT. PRAIRIE LAND -- NIGHT

P.O.V. - Sprinting and wheezing. We see the lights of the

bar far in the distance.

INT. BAR -- SIDE ROOM/KITCHEN -- NIGHT

Tuffy walks back over to the bar adding Adulterer's cash to

a fat roll of money. BELLE (stringy blond hair, cute face,

brand-spanking new employee) looks up with surprise. We freeze

on her.

SUPERIMPOSED:

NAME:
BELLE

AGE:
21

OCCUPATION:
WAITRESS

GOALS:
PLAY BELLE IN STAGE VERSION OF "BEAUTY AND THE BEAST"

LIFE EXPECTANCY:
SAME ODDS AS PLAYING "BELLE" IN STAGE VERSION

OF "BEAUTY AND THE BEAST"

BELLE:

(privately)

How'd you make that much tonight?

Before she can respond, Boss Man walks by the two, STARING

at them. He walks up a rickety side-staircase to the SECOND

FLOOR.

He nods to Tuffy. Pure sleaze. We freeze on him.

SUPERIMPOSED:

NAME:
BOSS MAN

AGE:
47

OCCUPATION:
BAR OWNER

MOTTO:
IF THERE'S GRASS IN THE FIELD, PLAY BALL

LIFE EXPECTANCY:
REGULAR OR EXTRA-CRISPY?

Tuffy grinds her teeth, removes her apron and moves hesitantly

up the staircase.

BELLE:

Oh.

EXT. PRAIRIE LAND -- NIGHT

P.O.V. - Running, approaching the still distant United

Nations Tavern...

INT. BAR -- NIGHT

A TINY VELVET CASE is set on the bar end. Bozo opens the

case to reveal THREE PRISTINE PLATINUM DARTS.

BOZO:

Gentlemen, I would like to introduce

you to three examples of aerodynamic

perfection...

Bozo removes a dart and stands in the middle of the bar.

To his right is DRUNK GUY (samurai pony tail, thin mustache,

lean, just plain out of it) the other half of a wager in

this game.

Bozo raises his dart.

DRUNK GUY:

First one to break skin loses?

BOZO:

That is correct.

(to Para off screen)

Don't you move now.

We see that the dartboard has TWO HUNDRED DOLLAR BILLS on

the bulls-eye. They are being held up by Para's LEFT HAND.

He squirms in his wheelchair as Bozo takes aim.

BOZO:

Don't even... twitch!

SWISH! Bozo throws.

PING! It lands right between Para's fingers.

EXT. BAR -- NIGHT

P.O.V. - We are running for the bar a half mile away.

INT. BAR -- NIGHT

Para wipes his brow with his right hand as Drunk Guy takes

aim.

Bozo locks eyes with Para. Drunk Guy winds up. Bozo c*cks

his eyebrow. Drunk Guy THROWS. Para flinches.

SMACK! The arrow DRIVES into his palm.

PARA:

GAHHHHH-SH*T!!

DRUNK GUY:

Ironsides flinched, motherf***er!

Bozo chuckles.

BOZO:

(crude Oriental accent)

Yoh anga will be yoh downfah.

Para frees his skewered hand. He chirps in pain.

BELLE can't believe what she just saw.

BOZO:

Go again?

DRUNK GUY:

Drunk don't mean stupid.

BOZO:

Oh, come on. Crape Diem!

Bozo takes the blood stained hundreds from the dart board.

Drunk Guy sulks away cursing to himself and moves to the

bar.

Roadie looks on, sipping a beer. We freeze on Roadie.

SUPERIMPOSED:

NAME:
ROADIE

AGE:
31

OCCUPATION:
BAND ROADIE

LIFE EXPECTANCY:
A FEW DOG YEARS

EXT. PRAIRIE LAND -- NIGHT

P.O.V. - Still running. The bar is getting closer.

INT. BAR -- NIGHT

Bozo happily moves through the bar. He HITS the table of

GRANDPA (long scar on the right side of his face through the

eyebrow, elderly, white hair, bushy white mustache) and

GRANDMA (curly white hair, glasses).

They shudder as he HOLLERS at them. We freeze on them.

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