Post by Simply Beautiful on Feb 18, 2007 17:31:08 GMT -5
Fade in. SB in a small bar, somewhere in Regina. He sits on a stool, pounding down yet another Bud. He's wearing the same clothes he was yesterday.
SB: (finishes his beer) How bout another one, pop?
Barkeep: I think you've had enough, sir. Say, aren't you Simply Beautiful? From New Alberta Pro.
SB scratches his beard.
SB: That's me alright. How about that beer now?
Barkeep: Hey, a limits a limit, buddy. You look like shit though, don't you have a match Tuesday?
SB: Sure as shit do. What's it to ya?
Barkeep: Well, I'm sort of a fan. Hate to see you lose to a jerk like Lloyd Rees.
SB: SEE! That's what I've been sayin' to everyone! What the HELL does Lemondrop Kid mean?
Barkeep: Sheesh pal, how many did ya have?
SB: That's your job. My job is to drink em down; you fill em' up, bub.
Barkeep: Look, why don't ya head into the washroom? You'll feel a hell of a lot better if you break your seal, and get some cool water on your face. Then have a nice iced tea and I'll call ya a cab? Sound good?
SB stares at him, not even listening.
SB: I gotta take a sh*t.
He gets up and heads over to the bathroom, drunk as a skunk, barely able to walk.
THREE HOURS EARLIER
SB in his hotel room. Cans of beer are scattered on the floor.
His phone rings.
SB: Hello...he's suing? Breaking and entering? HE opened the door himself, that's bullshit! So what I hit him, dammit, fights happen!...what do you mean, aggravated assault and a fight are different. (BLEEP) him, I don't care about Maps. Give the fat shit some money and he'll slink back into whatever hole he crawled out of....I'm leaving, I need to look for Bickle...don't call my cell again unless the (BLEEP)ing HOUSE is on fire, got that? (hangs up and throws the phone against the wall)
fade out.
SB: (finishes his beer) How bout another one, pop?
Barkeep: I think you've had enough, sir. Say, aren't you Simply Beautiful? From New Alberta Pro.
SB scratches his beard.
SB: That's me alright. How about that beer now?
Barkeep: Hey, a limits a limit, buddy. You look like shit though, don't you have a match Tuesday?
SB: Sure as shit do. What's it to ya?
Barkeep: Well, I'm sort of a fan. Hate to see you lose to a jerk like Lloyd Rees.
SB: SEE! That's what I've been sayin' to everyone! What the HELL does Lemondrop Kid mean?
Barkeep: Sheesh pal, how many did ya have?
SB: That's your job. My job is to drink em down; you fill em' up, bub.
Barkeep: Look, why don't ya head into the washroom? You'll feel a hell of a lot better if you break your seal, and get some cool water on your face. Then have a nice iced tea and I'll call ya a cab? Sound good?
SB stares at him, not even listening.
SB: I gotta take a sh*t.
He gets up and heads over to the bathroom, drunk as a skunk, barely able to walk.
THREE HOURS EARLIER
SB in his hotel room. Cans of beer are scattered on the floor.
His phone rings.
SB: Hello...he's suing? Breaking and entering? HE opened the door himself, that's bullshit! So what I hit him, dammit, fights happen!...what do you mean, aggravated assault and a fight are different. (BLEEP) him, I don't care about Maps. Give the fat shit some money and he'll slink back into whatever hole he crawled out of....I'm leaving, I need to look for Bickle...don't call my cell again unless the (BLEEP)ing HOUSE is on fire, got that? (hangs up and throws the phone against the wall)
fade out.