Kalifornia Page #5

INT. DINER - NIGHT

The place is almost empty. Early, still wet from the rain,

walks to the counter and sits down. He calls out to the

kitchen.

EARLY:

Coffee and a bowl of chili, please.

WAITRESS (O.S.)

...Be right there.

The only other customer is an OLD MAN, sitting at the counter

nearby nursing a cup of coffee. His face half hidden under a

rain soaked hat. Early selects a tune from the countertop

juke box.

OLD MAN'S POV

Out of the corner of his eye he sees a bug (from the concrete

block) crawl out of Early's sleeve and onto the counter.

OLD MAN:

(from beneath his

shadowy brim...)

The Antichrist'll be a woman, in a

man's body. Seven heads and seven

tails.

Early gazes at the Old Man curiously, then calls out to the

waitress...

EARLY:

Make that to go.

Early notices the small bug crawling across the counter. He

leans closer to it and watches it. After a moment, he THWACKS

it off the counter with his thumb and finger. The bug lands

on the hot iron griddle with a SIZZLE!

EARLY glances at the Old Man again... then scoots over one

stool closer to him. Early seems curious to want to get a

glimpse under the brim of the Old Man's hat.

IN THE BACK KITCHEN AREA

The waitress is bagging Early's order to go... when the front

door slams shut!

FRONT DINING AREA

The waitress re-enters the room. It's empty. Neither the Old

Man nor Early are there. With Early's food in hand, she makes

her way along the rear of the counter toward the front door.

She glances around curiously. On the griddle, the remains of

something black and charred smoulders. Closer to the entrance,

she stares at the front door. The sign that hangs in its

window has been turned... the backside which faces her reads

"OPEN."

AT THE FRONT DOOR

She wonders about the sign for a moment, then stares curiously

out the window... not a soul in sight. She locks the door

and begins closing up for the night. She turns to make her

way to the rear of the diner then notices something. Slowly

she moves along the side wall, past a number of highbacked

booths.

HER POV:

Sitting on one of the funky old leather seats in a booth are

a pair of RED HIGH HEELED SHOES (the same pair worn earlier

by the Pretty Teenage Girl). The Waitress glances nervously

about the interior. No one in sight.

AT THE BOOTH:

She reaches down slowly and picks up the pair of shoes. Looks

at them closely. Stares at the inside lining. Then suddenly

out of the quiet... a voice.

EARLY:

...Size 6.

The Waitress spins a startled look to the booth beyond hers!

Early leans out from behind the highback partition.

EARLY:

That's right ain't it, size 6?

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