Writing to reach you

1. INT. GASSTATION SHOP - NOON Your average highway gasstation. Four pumps and a small shop that sells magazines, food, plastic flowers and lots of other crap you would expect it to sell. Two pumps are in use, one by what looks like your average American family, Dad looks stressed out by Mom who probably gave herself the position of navigator, yelling at him at every turn he makes or misses. Son sits in the back playing his Game Boy, the annoyingly repetative tunes intensifying the stress Dad's already experiencing. Daughter is walking towards the gasstation toilets, after whining for Dad to stop cos the two packs of apple juice mom gave her made their way to her blatter by now, yet more stress for Dad. The other pump is in use by what, by the suit he wears, appears to be a business man, he's black. The car he drives screams exactly the opposite, a '74 Chevy no serious businessman would be caught dead in. As he finishes filling up his gastank a second man in the exact same suit comes walking from the small gasstation shop, he whistles the tune that's coming from the other car as he slowly makes his way to the Chevy, casually swinging a suitcase at his side. He passes two men on their way to the shop, they appear to be having an argument and don't really notice him as they pass him by. They reach the door of the small shop and the GUY ON THE LEFT opens it.

GUY ON THE LEFT ...so what else was I fucking well supposed to do ? Tell me that. GUY ON THE RIGHT How the hell should I know!? I don't get myself in those kinds of situations, I never plan to get myself in those kinds of situations, and I fucking never will get myself in those kinds of situations. GUY ON THE LEFT Like I planned on getting myself in that situation. Jesus fucking christ! What the fuck do you think I do all day ? Looking to get myself royally fucked up the ass ? Do you think it's a hobby of mine ? GUY ON THE RIGHT Well it is starting to look like it from where I'm standing yeah.

Slowly they make their way through the first of two isles in the shop, not even looking at the crap on the shelves. They approach the counter where an OLD GUY of about 60 with a short grey beard sits watching a small portable television, some football game is on.

GUY ON THE LEFT From where you are standing everything looks like something totally fucking different if you ask me. Try living in the real world for a change, then you can tell me about situations.

The old guy crawls up from his chair and slides into position, ready to punch buttons and earn another 52,50 on gas and some soggy buns with smelly cheese.

OLD GUY What will it be for you gents ? GUY ON THE RIGHT You've got a phone call. OLD GUY Sorry ? A phonecall ? GUY ON THE LEFT Yeah, you know...a call...on a phone...

Just as he is about to ask what the hell they are talking about an old rotary phone on his desk next to the telly rings. He looks puzzled for a bit and walks to the phone. After it rang three times he picks it up. A short conversation takes place in which the old guy only says things like "yes" and "I understand", in the background you can hear the two guys continuing their argument. After about one minute the old guy puts the phone back on the hook, looks outside seeing the two businessmen drive off, and the Dad looking down at his feet, and walks back to the counter. He opens up the register and takes out the money he earned that morning, some 500 dollars. He puts it in a bag and walks back to the phone, he gets some keys on a keychain from a nail in the wall, next to it is another empty nail with the word "TOILET" written above it. With the keys he opens a drawer in his desk. Inside it he opens something else up, a safe, and takes out his weeks earnings, also putting it in the bag. He walks back to the counter and hands the bag to the guys, never saying a word. The guy on the left takes it and winks at the man. They turn around and walk back down the isle to the door.

GUY ON THE LEFT ...so that's why I kicked the shit out of that bitch, happy now ? GUY ON THE RIGHT Oh my fucking God! Are you serious ? That's hilarious!

The guy on the right is laughing out loud as they slowly make their way to the door. The old guy is still standing behind his counter, watching them leave.

GUY ON THE LEFT Well yea, when it doesn't fucking happen to you it is. GUY ON THE RIGHT That's why I always cop a feel man, I'm not falling for that trick, not in this city. You got fucking played man. Hehe, the beaver that was really an elephant, now that sounds Grimm. GUY ON THE LEFT Shut the fuck up already!

They reach the door and walk outside. Just as they do a THIRD GUY comes from the toilets and joins them. Together they walk to the car.

GUY ON THE RIGHT Hey, did you hear about Tom's adventure last night? THIRD GUY Nope. GUY ON THE LEFT Shut the fuck up alright ? It's not something I'm proud of okay ? Just shut the fuck up.

They reach their car, just as Dad is done arguing with Mom about him not getting into the car with his shoes smelling like the fuel he had just spilled on them passes them. The guy on the left gets in the drivers seat, the guy on the right is riding shotgun as the third guy goes in the backseat. The car starts and slowly drives off.