A Bucket of Blood Page #8

Walter heads off - Leonard lights a cigarette and looks at the

sculpture -

Walter busses a table -

CHARLIE(O.S.)

Hey Walter, come here!

Walter heads over to a table - seated are Maxwell, Carla, Charlie,

and another attractive blonde woman - Maxwell appears clearly

intoxicated -

CHARLIE:

Congrats, Walter.

CARLA:

Walter everyone's talking about

it.

Maxwell turns and focuses on Walter -

MAXWELL:

I saw your...cat.

WALTER:

Did you like it Mister Brock?

MAXWELL:

Call me...Maxwell.

CHARLIE:

How'd ya do it Walter?

WALTER:

Oh, I just got some plaster,

and fixed it up.

CHARLIE:

Papier mache?

WALTER:

Uh, no. Plaster.

Charlie laughs - Maxwell stares at Walter, then staggers to his feet

- looks at the room -

MAXWELL:

Attention everyone! Everybody!

Some people pay attention -

MAXWELL:

(drunkenly)

As you pass through these yellow

portals I am sure you noticed

on your right a small plaster

figure, and assumed this

transfixed effigy to be the work

of a master sculptor. Indeed,

so it is. And that bright, new

creator is in our midst. He's

none other than Walter Paisley,

our very own bus boy, whose

undiscovered hands of genius have

been carrying away your empty

cups of frustration!

People look at Walter, who sheepishly accepts the praise -

MAXWELL:

Remember him. His is the silent

voice of creation. Within the

dark rich soil of humility, he

blossoms as the hope of our

nearly sterile times.

Charlie and Carla clap -

MAXWELL:

(to Walter)

Bring me a gimlet.

Maxwell sits back down -

Walter passes a table where Cuff, Link and Mayolia are sitting -

Cuff stops him -

CUFF:

Hey congrats on the cat Walter.

I wonder where you got the idea

of dead animals.

WALTER:

Huh ?

LINK:

Yeah, can you say plagiarism?

CUFF:

Not only that, he copied us!

MAYOLIA:

Oh nonsense! Your works hit the

viewer over the head. They're

so...obvious.

Mayolia then looks up at Walter -

MAYOLIA:

I get it Walter. I get it.

WALTER:

What do you get?

MAYOLIA:

Your work, the layers of

irony.

Just then several people approach Walter and begin asking him

questions -

Art watches the commotion -

Leonard also watches the commotion with a completely dumbfounded

expression on his face -

Art dealers talk to Walter, as well as artists -

Just then Lou walks in, stands next to Art -

LOU:

What the hell's going on?

ART:

Everyone wants to meet the

bus boy.

LOU:

What did he do?

ART:

He made a cat.

Lou looks at Art, who returns the stare -

ART:

Outta plaster.

Lou walks in -

LOU:

See you later -

ART:

Righto.

Art leaves - Leonard looks at Walter -

Walter uncomfortably enjoys the attention -

Just then the old couple chimes in - the older man looks around -

OLDER MAN:

Where's my mocha latte double

grande!

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