ext. robertas bar, urban night
enter the bar; track shot down the bar to we get to Mark Davidson-- facing the camera, at us:
mark
slow night, eh bill?
bill
it'll pick up, mark; it always does
the cell phone rings
bill
see, i told you....
mark
yeah... yeah, sophie... yeah, that sounds cool.. what time are they coming over? ok (okay)... pause.... i'll be there when i can be there, i dunno about a half hour or so....
he comes back to the bar.... finishes his drink....
mark
one more for the road, got a meet and greet set up...
bill
who are the lucky guys?
mark
just some local hoods, nothing big... i'm doing the old lady a favor-- it'san open air market down by her house and i figure maybe we can push them a few blocks over for a few months, get the old lady some peace....
bill
amen, mark.... important work you're doing out there....
mark
i'll be back in a couple hours....
bill
we'll be here all night.... you know that.
the door slams behind him
