The Man Who Wasn't There Page #5

CALLER:

I... seven...

Ed sits at a long table, staring at the window, a lit

cigarette in his mouth.

CALLER:

...Bee... Four...

ED (V.O.)

Doris wasn't big on divine worship...

Doris is concentrating on the six cards spread in front of

her.

ED (V.O.)

...and I doubt if she believed in

life everlasting; she'd most likely

tell you that our reward is on this

earth and bingo is probably the extent

of it...

Still focused on her cards, Doris mutters to Ed:

DORIS:

Watch your card, honey.

CALLER:

I... sixteen...

Ed continues to gaze off at the window, smoke pluming from

his cigarette.

ED (V.O.)

I wasn't crazy about the game, but,

I don't know, it made her happy, and

I found the setting peaceful.

CALLER:

Gee... nine...

Doris sucks in her breath.

DORIS:

Jesus, bingo--BINGO!

BARBERSHOP:

Sun slants in through the big window at the end of the day.

Ed sweeps hair trimmings, looking intently down at the floor,

a cigarette dangling from his lip. Frank sits on one of the

vinyl waiting chairs, talking at Ed's back.

FRANK:

...so you tie your own flies, Ed. I

mean, if you're really serious. You

tie your own flies, you do a--I know

it's matickless, I know, people say,

hey, you can buy flies at the store--

but you can buy your fish at the

store, Ed, you see what I'm saying?

ED:

Uh-huh.

FRANK:

The point is there's a certain art

to the process. The point is not

merely to provide, and let me point

out, these fish are not as dumb as

you might think.

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