JACK walks L-R across Ballroom – CAMERA TRACKS & PANS with
him to bar.

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M.L.S. JACK leans over counter and looks down.

                                                           71.

                         JACK
                   (to himself)
            God, I’d give anything for a drink?

JACK sits down and puts his hands up to his face.

                         JACK
            My goddam soul, just a glass of beer.

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M.S. JACK with his hands up to his face.  He lowers his
hands and looks – he lowers hands to bar and smiles.

                         JACK
            Hi Lloyd.

JACK looks cam.R then back at camera.

                         JACK
            A little slow tonight, isn’t it?

JACK laughs.

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M.S. LLOYD standing behind bar.

                         LLOYD
            Yes, it is, Mr. Torrance.

LLOYD moves forward – CAMERA TRACKS BACK revealing JACK
seated at bar.

                         LLOYD
            What’ll it be?

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M.C.S. JACK

                         JACK
            Now I’m awfully glad you asked me
            that, Lloyd, because I just happen
            to have two twenties and two tens
            right here in my wallet.  I was
            afraid they were going to be there
            until next April.  So here’s what:
            you slip me a bottle of Bourbon, a
            glass and some ice.  You can do
            that, can’t you, Lloyd?  You’re not
            to busy, are you?

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                                                           72.

M.S. LLOYD

                         LLOYD
            No, sir.  I’m not busy at all.

LLOYD turns away to bottles of shelf.

                         JACK (OFF)
            Good man.

LLOYD turns with bottle and glass to counter.

                         JACK (OFF)
            You set them up, and I’ll knock
            them back, Lloyd, one by one.

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M.S. JACK sitting at bar.  LLOYD puts bottle and glass down
on bar.  LLOYD puts ice in glass and fills it from bottle.

                         JACK
            White man’s burden, Lloyd my man.
            White man’s burden.

JACK looks at his wallet then at LLOYD.

                         JACK
            Say, Lloyd, it seems I’m temporarily
            light.

JACK laughs.

                         JACK
            How’s my credit in this joint anyway?

                                            CUT TO:

M.C.S. LLOYD

                         LLOYD
            Your credit’s fine, Mr. Torrance.

                                            CUT TO:

M.C.S. JACK

                         JACK
            That’s swell.  I like you, Lloyd.
            I always liked you.  You were
            always the best of them.
                         (MORE)

                                                           73.

                         JACK (CONT’D)
            Best goddamned bartender from
            Timbuctoo to Portland Maine –
            Portland Oregon for that matter.

                                            CUT TO:

M.C.S. LLOYD

                         LLOYD
            Thank you for saying so.

                                            CUT TO:

M.C.S. JACK looks at his glass.

                         JACK
            Here’s to five miserable months on
            the wagon and all the irreparable
            harm that it’s caused me.

He drinks and lowers his glass – then looks at LLOYD.

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M.S. JACK sitting at bar.  LLOYD behind bar.

                         LLOYD
            How are things going, Mr. Torrance?

                         JACK
            Things could be better, Lloyd.
            Things could be a whole lot better.

                         LLOYD
            I hope it’s nothing serious.

JACK taps on bar and LLOYD fills up his glass.

                         JACK
            No, nothing serious.

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M.C.S. JACK

                         JACK
            Just a little problem with the…
            old sperm bank upstairs.

JACK laughs.

                                                           74.

                         JACK
            Nothing that I can’t handle though,
            Lloyd.  Thanks.

                                            CUT TO:

M.C.S. LLOYD

                         LLOYD
            Women!  Can’t live with ‘em.  Can’t
            live without ‘em!

                                            CUT TO:

M.S. JACK over LLOYD.  He points finger at LLOYD.

                         JACK
            Words of wisdom, Lloyd.  Words of
            wisdom.

JACK drinks – then swirls drink round in glass, putting
glass down on counter.

                         JACK
            I haven’t laid a hand on him.
            Goddam it, I didn’t.  I wouldn’t
            touch one hair of his goddam little
            head.  I love the little son-of-a-
            bitch.

JACK laughs.

                         JACK
            I’d do anything for him.  Any
            fucking thing for him.

                                            CUT TO:

M.C.S. LLOYD

                         JACK (OFF)
            That damn bitch.

                                            CUT TO:

M.C.S. JACK

                         JACK
            As long as I live she’ll never let
            me forget what happened!

He looks cam.L then cam.R — throwing his hands out and
sighing.

                                                           75.

                         JACK
            I did hurt him once, okay?  It was
            an accident, complete unintentional.
            It could have happened to anybody.

He raps on counter with hand.

                         JACK
            And it was three goddam years ago.
            The little fucker had thrown all my
            papers all over the floor.  All I
            tried to do was to pull him up.  A
            momentary loss of muscular
            coordination.  I mean… A few
            extra foot pounds of energy, per
            second… per second.

JACK gestures with his hands.

                         WENDY (OFF)
            Jack…

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INT. HOTEL – BALLROOM CORRIDOR – M.L.S.

WENDY, sobbing, runs forward along corridor.  CAMERA TRACKS
BACK with her and PANS L-R into Ballroom.  She runs away to
JACK sitting at bat in b.g.

                         WENDY
            Oh Jack!
                   (sobs)
            Thank God you’re here.

                                            CUT TO:

INT. HOTEL BALLROOM – M.S.

JACK sitting back to camera at bar.  WENDY enters cam.R.

                         WENDY
                   (OFF)
            Jack,
                   (IN SHOT)
            Jack, there’s someone else in the
            hotel with us.  There’s a crazy
            woman in one of the rooms.  She
            tried to strangle Danny.

                                            CUT TO:

M.C.S. JACK

                                                           76.

                         JACK
            Are you out of your fucking mind?