EXT. DARK, DESERTED ALLEY – EVENING

JACK, a 60-year-old librarian-type, walks nervously through the alley. His footsteps resonate loudly throughout the corridor.

A second pair of footsteps is suddenly heard behind him. Jack nervously flits his eyes about, hyperaware of his surroundings.

TOM, 28-years-old, ominous-looking and dressed in black, appears behind him. Tom raises his GUN to Jack’s back and is about to speak when Jack suddenly spins around and happily addresses him.

JACK

Are you trying to rob me?

TOM

Um, yeah. Don’t--

JACK

--move? Of course, not. I wouldn’t want to get shot.

TOM

Good. Now, put your--

JACK

--hands up. This isn’t the first time I’ve been accosted in a back alley, you know.

Tom, confused and frustrated by Jack’s action, tentatively points the gun at him.

TOM

Give me your--

JACK

--wallet. Like I said, I know the drill.

Jack hands his WALLET to Tom who is paralyzed by confusion.

TOM

And --

JACK

--the watch, the ring. Do you want my shoes as well?

Jack takes off his RING and WATCH and hands it over to Tom who promptly snatches it away.

TOM

Will you shut up and let me--

JACK

--do your job?

TOM

No.

JACK

Have my shoes?

TOM

No.

JACK

Think about the consequences of your actions?

TOM

Now I’ve just lost my --

JACK

--train of thought?

TOM

That’s it, old man.

Tom holds the gun up to Jack’s face and cocks the hammer.

TOM

All you had to do was hand over your stuff. But now you’re just --

JACK

--annoying the shit out of you.

TOM

Will you --

Tom halts and glares at Jack waiting for him to interrupt.

TOM

Please stop--

Tom stares at Jack who stares back with intent to interrupt at any minute.

Tom pauses, looks at Jack suspiciously, and then quickly continues.

TOM & JACK

(simultaneously)

Doing that?

TOM

You know what--

JACK

You’re leaving the life for the role of a more productive citizen?

TOM

That’s it. This is your --

JACK

--last chance?

Frustrated, Tom lays his finger on the trigger and begins to squeeze.

Jack suddenly grabs the gun slipping his thumb in-between the hammer and the chamber.

Tom stands back in surprise as Jack grabs the gun and struggles to pull out his thumb.

TOM

You’re --

JACK

--welcome.

TOM

No. Crazy. You’re a crazy, old son-of-a-bitch.

Jack cocks the hammer and points the gun at Tom.

JACK

May I have my --

Tom throws all of his items back at Jack.

TOM

Here. Take it all back. The wallet. The ring. The watch. I’ve had it.

Jack puts the gun in his pants and returns his possessions to their rightful locations.

JACK

Thank you. Have --

TOM

--a nice day. I know.

JACK

No. That’s not what I was going to say.

TOM

What then?

JACK

Aah, forget it. Damn kids these days never listen.

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