MUSIC: ~Tight Fittin Jeansu by Conway Twitty
Every DRIVER and CREW MEMBER who's anyone is there. The p lace
is hopping . A few couples dance ar.d eve~ycne is partying.
RICKY
(yelling over the din} That was a hell of a show Keith!!
KEITH DOBY
Thanks Ricky!! I always love it when you come by! Let's do us some partying!
RICKY
Hey bartender! Give me a fast ball with a twist of lime!
HERSHELL
What's a fast ball?
Basically :~;T:a~~::der winds up · . >.>: ::::.c:· : ·· ..
and throws the shot at you as hard
as he can.
:•.
The bartender takes a shot glass and wind~· :Jp:0:t4-ke a pitcher
and throws the shot at Ricky who w~its with · his ::mouth open.
The shot hits Ricky splashing booz~\~:}_l over him.
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RICKY ·...
Damn! I almost had •:tt ,f\Gi:ve. me·:•·
another! ! ·: ·., :.:•:···::
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Cal Naughton pushesthrough' the c~·6wd towards Ricky grabbing
· •·: .·.:. .
him by the collar. . . ::····
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'• •· . •
CAL NAUGHTON JR.
Hey Ric;!(y, .,you .pull another stunt
lik.e ycu.. :did today and I'm gonna
bust ·..ip ycn~r face! You hear me?!
...:-.: . . RICKY
·•:•:·You're i:'ight Cal. I'm real sorry.
Bir~endei, give my friend here a
fas·tball.
CAL NAUGHTON
What's a fastball?
The Bartender whips a snot glass a~ Cal Naughton . The whole
crew c·racks up.
CAL NAUGHTON
Ah!! That's it! You're going down!
Mll~k: Iru!_C.Qnway !witty song winds__down as a new .s.oog comes
mi..:. M.il.e.s. Davis's "KiJ).d_fil Blue."
The whole bar comes to a stand still.
RICKY
What's goin' on?
CAL NAUGHTON JR.
What is that ... ?
RICKY
1 hope I'm wrong. I really do, but I'm pretty sure that's .. . j._a,zz.
Ricky stands up and throws a bottle at the jukebtix-. A
GENTLEMAN in a stylish, racing windbreaker with slaG.)cs and
sporty European racing shoes turns around. He'.:.;.:i~ J.EAtLGIR.l\RD,
the driver from the cover of High Octane Magai1'nJ~•:::.,:::/:~: ,
JEAN GIRARD
(French accent) ·· · :•..,.·,.::... . Why did you stop the Miles Davis?-·: ::::;;._::,.' Was it not pleasant for Jou? •'• •'•,: ,• \ '·•\:; , KEITH DOBY · ·· No one plays jazz a1;. _. the No '13'.:~:akes. No one. .·· · : ·.':.:: ... . . JEAN G:i:RARD Then why is the song on the juke box? · ·.· <. ,., .
BARTENDER ·
Ah sh66t, Ijm sorry, I thought that
was a ~~s .Davi~ CD on there.
RICKY
... :•,: _Wait· a:-minute, I know this guy! I ~aw you ' cin the cover of High Octane! This dude's a Formula One ctrive-r !
Thf::re's a gr~mble of disbelief from the bar.
JEAN GIRARD
I am Jean Girard. And yes, I am a Formula One driver.
RICKY
Why're you talking like chat? Is there something wrong with your tongue?
HERSHELL
Could be a cleft palette .
JEAN GIRARD
I think what you are hearing is my accent. I am French.
RICKY
Did you just say you're French?
The whole bar goes grumbles.
JEAN GIRARD
RICKY
(after a beat)
Huh? What's going on? Is that a sound or word?
JEAN GIRARD _;- :~::\ :··
It means yes, I am a Frenchman.
·;.:.: :
RICKY
Well then welcome to. America ~.-. .•.
·=···... : :· •:.: .. .
Ricky goes to punch Jean ,who de·f_tr/blocks it, grabs Ricky by
the wrist, does a specific ·.•pressu-re hold and slams his head
onto the bar with his a.~ pinned behind his back. All in a
split second. ······ ...:::\ .·
JEAN GIRARD
Why wo~ldyou want to hitme bec.ause .I·am Fr:~nch?
' i=qcKY
{f~ce pressed against the
bar}
Le·t me go, you Formula One jazz
weirdo!
JEAN GIRARD
You fear what is different. Unfortunately in this world that is not so uncommon. l will let you go, but before I do I want you to say, "I love crepes . "
KEITH DOBY
Don't say it, Ricky! Let him break your arm!
Beat as Ricky thinks.
RICKY
Alright! I've thought about i t and I've weighed all the options. I have decent insurance, a broken arm isn't so bad, plus my pride and the respect of my peers is i mportant to me. So go ahead and break my arm.
JEAN GIRARD
Msr. Bobby ... please, just say "I l ove crepes."
RICKY
Let me think about it again.
(half beat l Ye p I'm real secure with my =- decision. Go ahead and do it.
GLENN
Maybe just say it Ricky.
KEITH DOBY .
You know what? The -fno're·.::,:'._.m thinking about it, j List ·s~>y; "I love crepes."
BARTENDER
Hel l Ricky I had a :.:}'.hole mess of crepes .this morning~ They're just like pancak~s. maybe even be t ter.
,RICKY
Aw man, a r~ t hose these really thin
.. _pancar.·es ... I've hac: those. They are
~Rod. But ~I 'm still not gonna say
i t !.! I t 'i b ecome a matter cf pride !
JEAN GIRARD
So ycu want me to brea k you a rm? _oecause honestly I'd rather net. What if you just said "I l ove reall y thin pancakes ." That is a fair compr omise , non?
RICKY
Ne! Everyone wou l d know I r e a l ly meant c r epes. Now do it ! Break my arm! Break i t you dirty coward!
JEAN GIRARD
Why do you want me to break your arm so badly?
RICKY
This is about taking a stand. But being French you wouldn't understand that. Now break ... my ... arm.
JEAN GIRARD
I see no way out of this ...
The Gentleman twists and breaks Ricky's arm.
RICKY
Ahhhhh! ! ! !
His crew and fellow drivers come to his aid.
RICKY
I didn't say it!! I didn' .t say - it ! ! !
KEITH DOBY
You really should !'l.av_e . .· . . •:.:: ;:.
The Bartende::: has a plate .·6f crep~l::. ~-
BARTENDER
Here, eat this :>~ . it'll comfort you.