PEACE, LOVE AND BOMBS 2


DISSOLVE TO:

INT. POOLHALL – DAY

At first indistinct, the glare from hanging overhead
lights slowly sharpens, revealing the decrepit white of
an antiquated ceiling. Beneath, pool balls lay scattered
on a bright green felt. A young man’s steady hands
caress a lacquered cue and poise to take a shot.

PEACHES, a blond-haired, fair-skinned Italian, nicknamed
for his tendency to flush pink when engaged, deftly
strokes the cue ball into the five nestled against the
rail, striking it with just enough force and English to
drop it in the corner pocket and set up for the six.

Franco sits on the sill of an oversized window, staring
down at the street through heavy drapes, his attention
split between his friend’s game of nine-ball and
something happening outside. His hair cropped short,
he’s meticulously groomed.

Peaches sinks the six, then the seven and eight, setting
up an easy shot to win.

PEACHES
Nine in the side.

He strokes the cue into the nine, dropping it softly into
the side pocket.

PEACHES
Game.

VINNY G, his non-descript, overmatched opponent, slaps a
crumpled twenty dollar bill down on the table.

PEACHES
Go again?

VINNY G
I’m tapped out.

PEACHES
(consoling)
Let’s just play.

VINNY G
Nah, I’m done.

PEACHES
(looking over at
Franco)
What about you?

FRANCO
(not all there)
What?

PEACHES
(shaking his head)
Never mind.

EXT. CORNER RECORD/HEAD SHOP – DAY – FRANCO’S POV

A silver MGB pulls along the curb. A young woman gets
out, walks to the corner store and disappears inside.

INT. POOLHALL – DAY

Franco jumps to his feet and starts putting on his
jacket.

PEACHES
What’s up? Where you going?

FRANCO
(racing toward
the door)
I just remembered something.

PEACHES
Remembered what?

FRANCO
I’ll talk to you later.

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About ldlagarino

I'm a somewhat retired tractor-trailer driver who loves the movies and always loved to write. I have time now. No excuses. I suppose it's only natural for me to lean toward screenwriting.
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