Oy. Not loving this one too much. I started in a trauma center and dumped that. Then I moved on to the barber shop. Then I decided I was so in love with an idea I had to shoehorn it in the middle here…you’ll see what I mean. I think there are two good sketches that could be made from this mess, but I don’t have either of them.
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INT. BARBER SHOP – DAY
An old-school barber shop with three MIDDLEAGED ITALIAN MEN sporting slicked hair and white coats. The formica and linoleum sparkle. A small TV mounted above the mirrors plays a news program. The bell on the door rings and MICHAEL, obese and sloppy, trudges in eating a SnoBall. He plops in the seat in front of JOHNNY, the youngest and sleekest of the barbers.
JOHNNY
What can I do you for, Mikey?
MICHAEL
A little off the top. I’ve got a date with Maria Pasquino tonight and I want to look my best.
JOHNNY
You’ve got it, Mikey.
Johnny takes a carefully folded sheet from the shelf under the mirror and with a wrist flip snaps it to full length before wrapping Michael with it. He then reaches for a long hose with a needle attachment.
MICHAEL
Not too close. I like to leave a little for the ladies to hold onto if you know what I mean.
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