Running - short script

               EXT. CITY STREET - NIGHT

               A MAN is running, moving fast along a quiet city street.  

               He is white, large and over 50, with slicked gray hair and
               wearing sunglasses.  

               His black shirt is unbuttoned all the way, flowing behind him
               while his gut hangs out over his tight black jeans.

               He runs without any sign of tiring.  

               His black boots THUMP on the sidewalk in even rhythm, and he
               looks straight ahead with cool determination.

               INT. BAR BATHROOM - NIGHT

               A YOUNG MAN, barely 18, is looking hard in the mirror.  He
               slowly scrutinizes himself.

               His greasy hair and sunken, dark eyes look into his own
               scarred soul, and he smokes.

               His voice is that of an old man.

                                   YOUNG MAN
                             (old man's voice)
                         You loved her.

               Then he sneers at himself, and smokes more.

                                   YOUNG MAN (CONT'D)
                             (old man's voice)
                         You always loved her...
                             (conceding)
                         Most of the time.

               EXT. CITY STREET - CONTINUOUS

               The Man is still running, without any sign of slowing down.

                                   YOUNG MAN (V.O.)
                             (old man's voice)
                         There were ups-and-downs, the usual
                         shit.

               INT. BAR BATHROOM - CONTINUOUS

               The Young Man takes his time talking to himself.  Studying
               his own torment.

                                   YOUNG MAN
                             (old man's voice)
                         But we didn't do too bad.
                             (looks at the ceiling for
                              a long moment)
                         I know I've done worse.

               He stubs out his smoke, and checks his profile, fixes his
               hair, looks back to the door as a a few CHEERS come from the
               other side.

                                   YOUNG MAN (CONT'D)
                         In the end, you wanted something
                         else.  You didn't want me...

               EXT. CITY STREET - NIGHT

               The Man runs through an intersection, past closed shops and
               parked cars - still no sign of slowing down.

                                   YOUNG MAN (V.O.)
                             (old man's voice)
                         You'd never say that of course.
                         You just had to go your own way.

               INT. BAR BATHROOM

               The Young Man is smoking his smoke again, and eyeballing
               himself.

               MUSIC from the bar reaches a high point, and some lackluster
               CLAPPING.

                                   YOUNG MAN
                             (old man's voice)
                         And things change.

               He closes his eyes, and breaths deep and scowls.

               INT. WHITE ROOM - DAY

               In the soft light of a white bed, a BEAUTIFUL WOMAN, young,
               Latin with kinky curls to her shoulder and big doe eyes is
               straddling the Young Man.

               Her naked body is concealed, as she wraps her arms around his
               white head and back.

               Her eyes close with pleasure, and his head is buried in her
               chest.

               She smiles and opens her eyes, and they are focused far away.

               INT. BAR BATHROOM - NIGHT

               The Young Man stares through wet eyes with hate, but he
               slowly disassociates.

               EXT. CITY STREET - NIGHT

               The Man is still running full speed, feet THUMPING.

               INT. BAR BATHROOM - NIGHT

               The Young Man's eyes smile with irrelevant wisdom.

               Stubbing out his cigarette he turns on the WATER to splash
               his face.

               The water RUNS.

               He looks back up to the mirror and he's an OLD MAN, over 70
               years old, worn out, his eyes are sad but not sorry.

                                   OLD MAN
                         That's all in the past.

               He stands small, dwarfed by the disgusting and dark bathroom.

               He shuffles to the door, and steps through into a dark strip
               bar.

               INT. STRIP BAR - CONTINUOUS

               The old man takes his seat in the red light, and ignores the
               BEAUTIFUL WOMAN dancing lazily for the near empty room.

               A beautiful vixen BARTENDER hands him another rocks glass,
               and smile fucks him until he pays, then she turns away.

               The BEAUTIFUL WOMAN watches him, smiling with distant eyes.

               EXT. CITY STREET - CONTINUOUS

               The Man keeps RUNNING, into the darkness of the next block,
               without slowing down.

                                                                THE END