Life Page #5

ATTENDENT:

Why, thank you, sir!

Ray pats the cologne on his face. A toilet flushes and Claude

steps over to the sink. Ray catches his eye in the mirror.

RAY:

Don't I know you?

CLAUDE:

I don't think so.

RAY:

Sure I do. What's your name again?

CLAUDE:

Claude Banks.

RAY:

Claude Banks. How could I forget

that? You've got to remember me. Ray

Gibson. We went to high school

together.

CLAUDE:

You went to Monroe?

RAY:

(beaming)

That's right! Good old Monroe...

Ray throws his arms around Claude, deftly snatching his

wallet. Claude extracts himself from Ray's embrace.

CLAUDE:

Well, I went to Jefferson, so you

must have a different Claude Banks

in mind.

Claude straightens his jacket and heads for the door. Ray

stashes the stolen wallet in his jacket.

RAY:

Sorry, man. My mistake.

INT. SPANKY'S -- NIGHT

On the stage, the chanteuse has downshifted into a sultry

number about back-door lovers and broken dreams.

Ray steps out of the men's room and is instantly collared by

BULLETHEAD, a man who makes his living being large and

threatening.

RAY:

Watch the threads, Bullethead. If

this is about my tab, I've got it

covered.

Pressed up against the wall, Ray reaches into his jacket and

produces Claude's wallet. Bullethead snatches it, inspects

it and is not impressed.

BULLETHEAD:

This ain't about your tab, Ray. You've

got bigger problems than that.

He stuffs the wallet back into Ray's jacket and hustles Ray

out the back door past the bouncer who let him in.

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