The Truman Show Page #4

Truman replaces the receiver, disappointed.

INT. LOCAL ITALIAN DELI. LUNCHTIME.

TRUMAN stands in line with a crush of other WHITE COLLAR

WORKERS. As he reaches the counter, the store owner, TYRONE,

has anticipated his order and ahs already begun preparing a

meatball and mozzarella sandwich on Italian roll. Truman gazes

at the sandwich skillfully under construction, pained by his own

predictability.

TYRONE:

(nauseatngly cheerful)

How's it goin', Truman?

TRUMAN:

(deadpan)

Not bad. I just won the State Lottery.

TYRONE:

(not listening to Truman's

reply, as Truman anticipated)

Good. Good.

TRUMAN:

Tyrone, what if I said I didn't want meatball today?

TYRONE:

(not missing a beat)

I'd ask for identification.

Truman forces a half-smile.

We focus on another MALE OFFICE WORKER in line at the cash

register, watching Truman out of the corner of his eye. About

to depart with his sandwich, the man receives a guarded rebuke

from the FEMALE CASHIER.

FEMALE CASHIER:

(a whisper to prevent Truman overhearing)

He's right there. You're supposed to pay

when he's here.

MALE CUSTOMER:

(nonchalant shrug as he departs)

He never notices.

We re-focus our attention on Truman who is taking the wrapped

sandwich from Tyrone.

TYRONE:

Hold on, Truman. I got somethin' to show ya.

Tyrone holds up a front page of the New York Post that

features a photograph of a scaled-down replica of Columbus'

Santa Maria, moored in front of the Manhattan skyline. Truman's

eyes widen at the photograph.

TYRONE:

(referring to the photo)

The flagship of Christoforo...our Genoese

navigator, huh? I know you love this like me.

TRUMAN:

(averting his eyes with difficulty)

Not me. You got the wrong man.

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