Asylum Page #5

INT - SQUAT BAR - DOUG/KATKA/CHRIS - NIGHT

Well-lit, moderately loud music and much smoke. Rough-looking bar is

at one end of a room with some tables and benches set up. Occupants

are social dregs. Doug, Katka and Chris move to the bar.

DOUG:

I love it! Freedom of expression

suppressed by mental paralysis.

Doug recognises someone and goes to talk with him.

CHRIS:

(to Katka)

What are you having?

KATKA:

A coke, if they have it?

CHRIS:

Hey Doug, you want a beer?

ANGLE Doug shaking hands with LUBOSH nearby and turns to Chris.

(Lubosh:
Czech scraggy-haired man in thirties)

DOUG:

Yeah, what else?

ANGLE some occupants of bar. Chris hands a coke to Katka and gives

Doug a beer.

CHRIS:

Cheers Katka!

KATKA:

Naz dravi!.....What do you like

about this place, these people, Chris?

CHRIS:

I don't know. It's kind of

underground. Doug's right, there's

too much crap in this town.

KATKA:

I used to think he was right about a

lot of things but now I don't know.

I thought he was going somewhere but

now I think I am wasting my time.

CHRIS:

No, you guys are great together.

He'll come through, I'm sure.

ANGLE Doug rejoining Katka and Chris.

CHRIS:

Who's your friend?

DOUG:

That's Lubosh, the greatest fiddle

player in Prague. You must have seen

him playing with Johnny on the bridge.

......Come on, let's grab a table.

FOLLOW Doug, Katka and Chris to a table with black tablecloth and

suspended light above. ANGLE two guys smoking dope at the other end

of the table. Doug glances at the dope smokers.

DOUG:

Hmm..Smells good. Cheers!

DOUG:

What did the beer cost?

CHRIS:

Fifteen crowns.

DOUG:

This place is getting expensive too,

used to be twelve.

CHRIS:

Still, fifty cents ain't bad.

Doug looks at label on beer bottle. ANGLE a teenage BOY strumming on

a guitar in the corner while his GIRLFRIEND plays with a PUPPY.

DOUG:

You know this place could be the answer

to what we've been looking for.

Chris spins his signed, commemorative baseball around.

CHRIS:

Oh yeah, what's that?

DOUG:

An alternative literary venue!

CHRIS:

I ain't sure poetry will go down too

well here.

DOUG:

No, it's the whole idea behind it.

How did they get this place?

CHRIS:

Squatted it.

DOUG:

Right and not just the bar, Lubosh and his

mates took the whole freakin' building.

CHRIS:

So?

DOUG:

Well, there's tons of empty buildings - why

don't we get one?

Chris checks Katka with a glance.

CHRIS:

We? Doug they're Czech you're not.

You can't go taking people's property.

Doug takes a cigarette from Chris's pack and lights it up.

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