INT. DAY. A PUB BAR. AT THE BAR IS A MALE BAR-TENDER WHO IS
SERVING A WOMAN. A MAN enters and approaches the bar.
WOMAN: Heathcliff! Heathcliff!
BAR-TENDER:You talking to me? (Pauses) Well I don’t see anyone else here.
THE MAN LOOKS AROUND INCREDULOUSLY, COUGHS TO ALERT THE
BAR-TENDER, BUT HE IS IGNORED.
MAN: I’ll be back!
(HE IS STILL IGNORED)
WOMAN: Love is.... never having to say you’re sorry.
(Pauses - then)
.... Ugh, ugh, ahh, ahh, oh! Oh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooooooh! Aaahhhh ....
MAN: I’ll have some of what she’s having.
(HE IS STILL IGNORED)
BAR-TENDER: (To woman) What’s my name? What’s my name?
WOMAN: Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.
BAR-TENDER
To man) Well punk! the question you gotta ask yourself is, do I feel lucky? Well punk, do yah?
MAN:Aw, Play it again Sam.
BAR-TENDER
f all the joints, of all the gin palaces in the world, you had to come into mine.
MAN: (Desperate to get served) And mine’s shaken not stirred.
BAR-TENDER: This town ain’t big enough for the two of us.
MAN: (Smirking) Oh yeah? Who yuh gonna call - Ghostbusters? Ha ha.
BAR-TENDER:You dirty rat!
WOMAN: (To bar-tender) Time to go.
BAR-TENDER:Hasta la vista, baby.
WOMAN: Till we meet again. May the force be with you.
MAN: I‘ll drink to that. (Then mutters to self) ....If I ever get served with one.
CUT TO: EXTERIOR OF THE PUB. AS THE WOMAN EXITS, PAN UP TO
THE PUB SIGN WHICH READS "THE DIRECTORS CUT".
