Mumford Page #6

The place is quietly busy with the regulars. Mumford has a

favorite spot at the far end of the bar. Right now he's

sitting alone, reading the remnants of a newspaper.

SKIP SKIPPERTON, the man on the skateboard, comes in. Everyone

in the bar is surprised to see Skip in here. Several patrons

greet him as he makes his way deeper inside, looking around.

He's uncomfortable. He seems relieved when he spots Mumford

and heads back there. Mumford doesn't notice Skip waiting

for his attention.

SKIP:

Hi.

Mumford looks up, smiles. Skip offers his hand.

SKIP:

You're Doc Mumford.

(Mumford nods)

Skip Skipperton.

MUMFORD:

How are you?

SKIP:

Fine. Okay. Pretty good. I've been

hoping we'd meet. I've heard a lot

about you.

Mumford waits, friendly. Skip runs out of gas, gets uneasy,

glances around.

SKIP:

Do you think we could...? Can I buy

you a drink?

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[...]

LATER. IN A BOOTH near the back. They've been at it a while,

but nothing is clear to Mumford, yet. Skip keeps his voice

down; he doesn't want anyone else in the bar to hear him.

SKIP:

..."Find the need and fill it" my

dad used to say -- I guess a lot of

dads say that -- but I did and it

just took off.

MUMFORD:

No kidding... Panda. Where'd that

come from?

SKIP:

Panda? I've always liked giant

pandas... I've been to China and

seen them in the wild. That's the

kind of thing I can do if I want...

now. I can do pretty much anything I

want to do these days.

Skip stares into his beer for a moment, as though the thought

depresses him. He catches himself and snaps back --

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