Boonville

Scene 5

INT. BS. NIGHT.

DANNY and TRAVIS sit at a table. Travis’s glass is half-full. DANNY refills her glass and continues drinking. She is talking loud and her movements are exaggerated.

TRAVIS: Hey, what’s up with that woman today?

DANNY: There were a dozen women.

TRAVIS:  The one with the meat.

DANNY: (scoffs) You’re talking about Teal!

TRAVIS: That’s her name? What is she, a hippie? What’s her story?

DANNY: We used to say she was a witch.

TRAVIS: She got a kid?

DANNY: A fucking monster, that’s what. No shit, I saw the kid kill and eat a rabbit raw once. It ran onto the playground. This was like third grade, and this fucking kid, no shit ran it down and ate the fucking thing. By the time the teachers realized what was going on, this kid’s all covered with blood, snarling and growling like an animal.

TRAVIS: Kid got a name?

DANNY: I don’t remember. We were all happy when that old lady pulled him out of school. I hoped he died, but started showing up a couple years ago.

TRAVIS: Showing up where?

DANNY: I don’t know. Around town. With his mom. Out in the woods too. He’d just be out there prowling around, doing god knows what. Probably killing animals or something.

TRAVIS: You know his name?

DANNY: They’re freaks. Who cares?

DANNY picks up the pitcher, but only a small splash remains in the bottom. She needs a moment to focus.

DANNY: You already finished this? I guess it’s my turn.

TRAVIS: I’m good.

Travis holds up his glass. It’s still half full.

DANNY: (standing) I’ll be right back.

Danny goes to the bar and squeezes between two fat rednecks. She signals the bartender, who takes the empty pitcher.  and orders another pitcher. FRANK and JESSE are approaching from behind. They don’t look happy.

FRANK grabs DANNY’s shoulder.

FRANK: Tell your pervert friend if he looks at Corrine one more time, I’m going to knock his block off.

JESSE: Bringing your babysitter in here, Danny?

DANNY: Fuck off, don’t you fucking touch me!

FRANK: Think Nikki won’t be happy to come over and kick your ass? Can it, McBride.

JESSE: (laughing) Probably like it, dyke.

FRANK: (laughing) Dyke bitch.

FRANK  is yanked off-screen from behind.

Continued tomorrow