Returnable - short - part 2 script

               EXT. CITY STREET - NIGHT

               SHANE stares as he smokes, an early 30's, well-built Asian
               man, in a dishevelled button down.

               He watches from across the street, studying an empty liquor
               store.

               The CASHIER, an Arabic Man in his mid 20's glances out the
               window occasionally.

               A STREET GIRL approaches Shane, early 20's but aged hard, she
               catches his eye and nods to his cigarette. 

                                   STREET GIRL
                         Got an extra smoke?

               Shane looks her up and down, and she presents herself,
               flipping her long hair, hand on hip.

               Shane reaches in his pocket with his left hand while keeping
               the cigarette hanging in his mouth, holding the pack out for
               her.

               She takes it greedily and sparks it with her own well-worn
               lighter.

                                   STREET GIRL
                         You all right?
                             (after no response)
                         Wanna get me something to drink?

               Shane looks around, tosses his butt, and walks into the
               street towards the store.

               INT. LIQUOR STORE - CONTINUOUS

               Shane enters and the store is completely quiet except the
               Arabic Music PLAYING softly.

               Shane wanders a little into the aisle, studying all the
               different types of alcohol.

               The Cashier watches closely, mildly concerned.

                                   CASHIER
                             (Arabic accent)
                         Can I help you?

               Shane barely shrugs and otherwise ignores him as he walks
               along the row of liquor in front of the register.

               The Cashier looks behind him out the window and back at Shane
               a bit annoyed.

               Shane stops in front of him, studying his surroundings.

                                   SHANE
                         Where you from?

                                   CASHIER
                         Where you from?

                                   SHANE
                         Where you from?

                                   CASHIER
                         Where you from mother fucker?

               Shane looks at him a long time, and neither breaking the
               staring contest.

                                   SHANE
                         I'm from Melacca.

                                   CASHIER
                         So, big fucking deal. Melacca
                         shalacca.

                                   SHANE
                         Malaysia.

                                   CASHIER
                             (waves to store)
                         You want to buy something?

               Shane steps back and fingers the row of liquor bottles.

                                   SHANE
                         What kind of Muslim sells this?

                                   CASHIER
                         How you know I'm Muslim?

                                   SHANE
                         Aren't you ashamed? Ashamed to walk
                         in here everyday, showing your
                         face, and then going home to your
                         family? What does your family
                         think? 

               The Cashier stiffens and glares silently.

                                   SHANE (CONT'D)
                         Does your family back home know?

                                   CASHIER
                             (pointing)
                         We have digital video camera, with
                         UStream so goes straight to
                         Internet.

               INT. LIQUOR STORE (SECURITY CAMERA POV) - CONTINUOUS

               Shane looks up into the camera, then turns his back to it,
               stepping closer to the register.

                                   CASHIER
                             (waving to camera)
                         Hi Mom. Look at the Asian guy
                         pretending to be Muslim. But he's
                         really Homeland Security and he's
                         going to take me to Abu Ghraib.
                             (to Shane)
                         What's your name Mr. Asian guy? Mr.
                         Six foot one Asian guy, 210 pounds.
                         You a big gay Asian police? 

               INT. LIQUOR STORE - CONTINUOUS

               Shane crowds the counter and the Cashier steps back, no
               longer playing to the camera.

                                   SHANE
                         You'll fall. Into the lowest level
                         of Hell!

                                   CASHIER
                         You can't even say "hell" in
                         Arabic!

               Shane points with bloody knuckled hand, which the Cashier
               notices.

                                   SHANE
                         YOU'RE A BAD MUSLIM!

                                   CASHIER
                         This is America!

               The two face each other in another staring contest.

               Shane finally looks behind the Cashier to the smaller liquor
               bottles lined up on the wall.

                                   SHANE
                         How much for the pint of Stoli?

                                   CASHIER
                         $14.99, the Absolute is $12.99, And
                         Gray Goose is $16. The Liter of
                         Stoli is on sale, only $28.

                                   SHANE
                         Give me that.

               The Cashier bags the bottle in brown paper, Shane gives him
               money and he rings it in, passing back change.

               Shane turns away without another word, and the Cashier nods
               politely.

                                   CASHIER
                         Thank you, Allah yisallimak.

               EXT. LIQUOR STORE - CONTINUOUS

               Shane walks out onto the city street, bagged bottle in hand. 

                                                                THE END