SAMMIE (now 80 y.o) shreds a Blues riff on an electric
guitar. His face still scared from Remmick’s claws, but his suit and custom guitar signal a long journey from that plantation.
The CROWD, diverse, but mostly white, soaks up every
second of it. Sammie has the same electricity from his
youth, but with the added knowledge that this could be
his last rodeo, the crowd savors every note.
MOMENTS LATER
The Bar is closing up, and the last patrons exit, still
buzzing from the show.
Sammie sits his guitar case next to a seat and sits down
at the end of the bar.
BARTENDER
Usual?
SAMMIE
Make it a double.
Bartender obliges.
Sammie sips slow, and winces. Just within earshot we can
hear the BOUNCER speaking with someone outside.
BOUNCER (O.S.)
We just closed up but I’ll see what I can do. Wait here.
The Bouncer enters.
BOUNCER (CONT’D)
Hey Boss I got two out here. I told em we’re closed but they offered a couple hundred bucks.
SAMMIE
Don’t bother me none.
The Bouncer nods to Sammie and exits.
BOUNCER (O.S.)
You guys are all good.
FAMILIAR VOICE
Thank ya.
Sammie’s cup stops mid journey to his lips. He waits,
listens, and we see the late night patrons enter. It’s
STACK, and MARY dressed in early 90s style. Cartier
sunglasses on Stack’s eyes, door knocker earnings on
Mary, a cherry tootsie pop in her mouth.
She takes a seat across from the Bartender.
Stack sits next to Sammie.
STACK
I’ll have whatever the old man is having.
BARTENDER
Careful. I don’t want to have to be carrying you out of here.
Stack chuckles at this while the bartender pours.
The Bartender then shoots Mary a thirsty look and pours
her a drink she didn’t ask for.
BARTENDER (CONT’D)
(whispers)
Ya’ll together?
Mary looks at Stack and back to the Bartender.
MARY
All depends...
The Bartender smiles.
MARY (CONT’D)
What’s your blood type?
The Bartender recoils at the question. Backs up and
starts cleaning glasses. Mary stares him down and flings
spit from her tootsie pop onto the bar before returning
it to her mouth.
Sammie looks at Stack.
SAMMIE
How?
STACK
I guess I was the one person he couldn’t kill.
(MORE)
STACK (CONT’D)
He made me promise to stay away from you... let you live out your life.
Sammie almost smiles at this.
STACK (CONT’D)
And I see you didn’t listen to him or yo Daddy either huh?
SAMMIE
I tried. Blues just in me I guess.
Stack removes his sunglasses. He leans towards Sammie.
Sniffs the air like a bloodhound... or a grey wolf.
We see in the mirror behind the bar, Stack has no
reflection.
STACK
Won’t be long for you, huh?
SAMMIE
Sorosis. Few more months. Figure I’ll spend em tourin’.
STACK
And drinking? Fighting fire with fire.
Sammie nods at this. Laughs.
STACK (CONT’D)
I can make it so you can stick around. Would you like that? Keep tourin', keep livin’. No pain?
Sammie looks at Stack for a long beat.
SAMMIE
Nah, I reckon I seen enough of this place. I’d like to know what comes next.
STACK
What if it’s just a whole lot of nuthin.
SAMMIE
Fine by me. It’ll be a nice change of pace.
STACK
I got every one of them records you made.
Sammie smiles at this.
STACK (CONT’D)
But I don’t like this electric shit as much as the real. I miss the real. The recordings from back then is dog shit. You still got the real in you?
Sammie gets up and opens his guitar case. It’s an old
Steel Acoustic in there. He slips on his slide. And he
plays (TRAVELIN’) in the old way, the Delta way.
Stack closes his eyes and sways to it, Mary nestles in
under his arm swaying the same way.
Sammie finishes.
Stack opens his eyes. Pulls out his money and drops two
$100 on the bar, revealing a GOLD FOUR FINGER RING that
spells out “SMOKE”. Stack stands up, puts his glasses
back on and heads towards the door. Mary stands and takes
a beat.
MARY
Take care little Sammie.
She turns and catches up with Stack.
SAMMIE
You know something?
Stack and Mary stop and turn back.
SAMMIE (CONT’D)
I have nightmares about that night, maybe once a week I wake paralyzed. Re- living it.
(beat)
But before the sun went down, I think it was the best day of my life. Was it like that for you?
Stack smiles takes his glasses off again.
STACK
No doubt about it. Last time I seen my brother... last time I seen the sun. And for a few hours, we was free.
Stack slips his glasses back on and he and Mary head out.
Sammie watches as they go, and smiles at the thought.
FADE OUT.