Phone Booth
FADE IN:
NEW YORK CITY - AERIAL VIEW OF DOWNTOWN MANHATTAN - DAY
MULTIPLE STREET SCENES - DAY
The sidewalks crowded as usual. A sea of humanity. People
come and go -- always in a hurry. Oblivious of one another.
A TRAFFIC JAM -- A STREET being torn up by construction
workers; A SANITATION TRUCK loading up refuse; VENDORS
PEDDLING nuts and salted pretzels; PANHANDLERS blocking a
passerby. Intimidating. Demanding. Almost mocking.
We're surrounded by the teeming life of the city as we've
come to expect it -- complete with a cacophony of sound.
MULTIPLE CUTS -- Phone kiosks and phone booths on the East
Side and West Side -- uptown and down.
One frustrated caller has lost his money in the slot and he
takes it out on the equipment -- smashing the receiver
violently against the coin box until the instrument splinters
into a dozen pieces.
NARRATOR:
There are 237,911 pay telephones in
the five burroughs of the city of
New York. Many of them are still
in working order.
NEW YORKERS on the phone in extreme close up. We don't hear
the words. Only the facial expressions inform us that these
are human beings under tremendous pressure. Life in the city
is wearing them down.
Lips jabbering into receivers. Cross-cut against one
another.
NARRATOR:
Despite increased usage of cellular
devices, an estimated four and a
half million New Yorkers and two
million visitors still utilize pay
telephones on a regular basis. At
thirty-five cents a pop... for the
first three minutes.
ANGLE ON CORNER IN MID-MANHATTAN - DAY
There's a phone booth situated on the southeast side of the
street.
NARRATOR:
You're looking at the telephone
booth at the corner of 45th Street
and 8th Avenue in the heart of the
Manhattan theatrical district. It
has been scheduled to be removed
and replaced by a kiosk. It's one
of the few remaining phone booths
left in the city.
CAMERA MOVES IN on the irate caller in the booth -- a very
well-dressed gray-haired lady -- totally conservative in
appearance.
WOMAN IN BOOTH:
(into receiver)
You have lied to me for the last
time, you lowlife prick bastard! I
don't ever want to hear the sound
of your f***ing voice again.
(listens)
Yes, well f*** you, too!
She slams down the receiver and exits. The booth remains
vacant for a brief interval.
NARRATOR:
At least three hundred calls daily
originate from this booth. The
coins are collected twice a day.
This booth has been burglarized
forty-one times in the last six
months.
Someone is approaching the booth, fishing in his pocket for
coins. This is STUART SHEPARD, snappily dressed, his hair
styled and his nails manicured. Here is a man who clearly
takes excellent care of himself. He sports a Donna Karen
suit and silk Armani tie.
He's about to step into the booth when he's accosted by a
middle-aged man in a soiled apron who's run out of a nearby
restaurant and has finally caught up with him.
MARIO:
Stu, we got to talk.
STU:
Wish I could accommodate you,
Mario, but this is my busy time of
day.
MARIO:
How come you cross the street every
time you go past the restaurant?
STU:
Why don't I stop in later for some
lunch?
MARIO:
There's no more drinks or free
meals until the restaurant starts
showing up in the columns like you
said.
STU:
I'm doing my level best for you
people.
MARIO:
One lousy mention in the Post and
you expect to eat for six months!
STU:
I got the food critic from the
Village Voice all lined up to give
you a review.
MARIO:
That's what you tell me last July.
And he never shows.
STU:
I was allowing you time to expand
the menu. Wallpaper the bathrooms,
for God sakes. You get only one
shot with these f***ing critics and
I don't want you to blow a rare
opportunity.
MARIO:
You the one blowing it. How long
you think you can f*** everybody?
STU:
Hold on right there. I've got a
very excellent reputation around
this town.
MARIO:
So how come you take two nice suits
of clothes from Harry and never get
his daughter on David Letterman?
STU:
Hell, I'm not an agent. I'm a
publicist.
MARIO:
Mister, you're nothing!
STU:
Believe me, Valerie's on the
waiting list to audition. Harry's
got no complaints. He just let me
pick out this tie the other day.
MARIO:
That Harry's a damn fool!
STU:
Mario, please let me make this up
to you. How about I arrange for
the opening night party for this
new off-Broadway show I'm handling
-- to be held at your place with
eleven? I mean I had it promised
to another client -- who actually
pays me money. But it isn't firmed
up yet. And I could throw it your
way. Maybe.
MARIO:
What is involved?
STU:
You'd toss in the buffet for say
seventy or eighty. The producers
would supply their own vino, of
course. I'd deliver you a
truckload of celebrities. And if
they like the food, they'll all
come back, naturally.
MARIO:
What celebrities?
STU:
You want Liza Minelli? An Oscar
winner. Or Douglas Fairbanks, Jr.?
MARIO:
Is he still alive?
STU:
I saw him last night going into the
Four Seasons. I'll bring you over
a whole VIP list when we come by
for dinner.
MARIO:
How come everybody wants to eat but
nobody wants to pay?
STU:
You can't think small like that.
Hey, you still feature musicians
Fridays and Saturdays?
MARIO:
At least they work for their meals.
STU:
What about Harry's daughter as an
extra added attraction? She'll
belt out five or six showtunes --
two sets a night -- and it won't
cost you a f***ing nickel.
MARIO:
How come?
STU:
Star Showcase! Let me handle
setting that up. And when she
eventually goes on Letterman,
she'll announce I'm currently
appearing over at Mario's fine
supper club. Right over CBS she'll
say that, Mario.
MARIO:
You're full of sh*t. You know
that? All bullshit!
STU:
That's just a vulgar word for PR.
(placing an arm around
him)
Mario, you can't hurt my feelings.
Even when I was a kid and they
hurled certain invectives my way,
it never bothered me. Other kids
would fall apart if anybody called
them a f***ing name. Me, I just
loved the attention! 'Sh*t-for-
brains' -- that's what the bigger
kids named me. And I answered to
it. Hey, 'sh*t-for brains'
reporting for duty. Everybody
loved me for that. I could take
abuse. After a while, I kind of
wore them down. There was nothing
more they could say to me. So they
stopped. I kind of missed it.
MARIO:
I'm sorry I even talked to you.
STU:
I'll bet your loving wife put you
up to this. She saw me pass by and
she sent you out in the street.
But I don't hold it against you
personally -- you still serve up
superior veal chop.
(entering phone booth)
conduct, Mario.
He slides the booth closed in Mario's face.
The frustrated restaurateur glares at him through the glass
before giving up and walking off -- talking to himself as he
goes up the block.
INSIDE THE BOOTH, Stu inserts his thirty-five cents and
dials.
STU:
Hello, Mavis, sweet creature.
MAVIS' VOICE
Where have you been? Do you think
I have nothing to do but wait
around for you to call?
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