Blood Simple Page #5

He pauses at the door, c*cks his head, then turns back to

the desk and picks up his cigarette lighter. Returning to

the door:

VISSER:

...I can crawl around without it.

The door slams shut behind him.

Marty scowls at the back door. After a moment he rises and

crosses the office to the window looking out on the bar.

Over Marty's shoulder we see the long bar leading up to the

window in perpendicular. The camera is tracking forward,

past Marty, to frame on the window.

A black man is just now vaulting the near end of the bar,

over onto the customer side.

MATCH CUT TO:

MARTY'S BAR

REVERSE ANGLE VAULTING MAN

Tracking back with him as he lands on the customer side and

heads across the bar. This shot, from the other side of the

back-office window, reveals the window to be one-way glass

mirrored on this side

MEURICE, the black bartender, is muscular, about 200 pounds,

dressed in white pants and a sleeveless T-shirt. He is making

his way through the crowd towards the jukebox.

Another man stands in front of it examining the selections.

He deposits a quarter.

MEURICE:

Hold it, hold it. What's tonight?

MAN:

What?

MEURICE:

What night is it?

MAN:

(studying Meurice)

...Friday?

MEURICE:

Right. Friday night is Yankee night.

Where're you from?

MAN:

Lubbock?

Meurice shakes his head and punches the selector buttons on

the jukebox.

MEURICE:

Right. I'm from Detroit

(turning to leave)

It's a big city up north with tall

buildings.

A Motown song drops. We track behind Meurice as he makes his

way back toward the bar. When he reaches it, he claps a couple

of people on the shoulder, who make way for him. He vaults

back over the top, walks down the bar, and stops in from of

an attractive white woman sitting on a bar stool and sipping

a brandy.

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