Zerophilia Page #7

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SYDNEY:

I ought to dye my hair. Don't you

think?

LUKE:

Uh, I don't know. Looks fine.

SYDNEY:

Your hair is such an incredible

color.

LUKE:

It's brown.

SYDNEY:

I love it. Do you think I could

cut just a little piece? Match the

color? It really "sucks."

LUKE:

Nah, c'mon. You're messin' with

me.

SYDNEY:

I'm not. I love it. You really

should get rid a' that thing,

anyway. I have clippers in my bag.

LUKE:

What thing?

SYDNEY:

Cowlick. Right here. See? I can

just snip it off.

She SNIPS his hair. Luke pulls away.

21.

LUKE:

Hey.

SYDNEY:

What's the matter? Don't you like

being touched? Don't you like

being a guy?

LUKE:

No. I mean,... What? Sorry, but

you're just bizarre.

She CHUCKLES, lays money on the counter.

SYDNEY:

May be. But I learned long ago,

you can't change your true nature,

even if it can change you.

As she leaves, she takes a provocative bite of the popsicle.

EXT. POLLY WOG'S POOL HALL - DUSK

Acres of yellowing corn surround a dilapidated farmhouse

converted into a pool hall. The windows glow from warm

lights inside.

Parked along the gravel driveway are pickup trucks, cars, and

Luke's Semi.

INSIDE POOL HALL

Smoke, ROWDY MUSIC and the CLACK of cue balls.

Keenan and Luke snake their way through the pool tables.

LUKE:

Holy sh*t. It's that lady from the

store! Grey and black at the bar.

Keenan looks over at Sydney, finishing off a bourbon.

RENTAL COUNTER:

Janine and Michelle check out a rack of billiard balls from

the worldly British owner, POLLY.

She runs the place like a wild west saloon, with such ease

and confidence, it suggests there may be a shotgun under the

bar.

22.

POLLY:

That boy, Keenan, still giving you

trouble?

JANINE:

Actually, I tried exactly what you

said.

POLLY:

And...?

JANINE:

Unbelievable! Thanks.

POLLY:

Works every time.

(to Michelle)

Nice to meet you, darling. I hope

you'll find not too many rules

here, and the drinks not too dear.

MICHELLE:

Yeah, thanks. It's amazing.

Polly moves off.

JANINE:

Isn't she great? Guys drive across

the state just to buy a beer from

her. Total loner, though. No

one's ever seen her with anyone.

MICHELLE:

What did she tell you to try?

Janine whispers in her ear.

Michelle's jaw drops open, scandalized.

They LAUGH.

AT THE BAR:

Luke hands his keys to JEREMY, the handsome bartender, in

exchange for a full pitcher of beer.

LUKE:

Thanks, man.

KEENAN:

Oh, God. She's eyeing you. I

think she's comin' over.

23.

Sydney saunters up.

SYDNEY:

Can I buy you a drink?

LUKE:

Uh, no thanks. We're already here

with dates and stuff.

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