Life Page #2

In the back, at the end of a long hallway, a BOUNCER cracks

open the door and Ray squeezes inside.

BOUNCER:

Oh, no, Ray. Not tonight. Spanky's

not happy with you.

RAY:

Is Spanky here?

BOUNCER:

No, but...

RAY:

Then what's the problem?

BOUNCER:

Do yourself a favor and find another

place where they let you in the front

door.

RAY:

But this is where the action is and

I have to be where the action is.

Look, when your old lady wanted those

alligator shoes, didn't I come through

for you? Ain't she stepping in style

now?

BOUNCER:

Yeah...

RAY:

Well, alright then. What do you think

about this new tie?

BOUNCER:

Sharp.

RAY:

I look good tonight. And I feel lucky,

too.

Ray heads inside.

BOUNCER:

Anyone asks, it wasn't me who let

you in.

Ray slides through the crowd, pausing at the bar to nibble

on the neck of a COCKTAIL WAITRESS.

COCKTAIL WAITRESS

Don't even try it.

RAY:

When do you get off?

COCKTAIL WAITRESS

I get off at two, but you ain't never

getting off.

She carries a tray of drinks into the crowd. Ray shakes his

head in wonderment at her departing form. The BARKEEP steps

up as Ray pulls out his bottle.

BARKEEP:

You can't drink that in here, Ray.

RAY:

I sure can't drink that watered-down

swill you're serving. Give me a glass

of ice.

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