Subway Scene
CUT TO:
INT. SUBWAY
DUDE drops a dime in the collector’s box and goes through the turnstile. His long-board gets all caught and he kind of loses his shit.
DUDE
FOR FUCK SAKES!
The TTC collector looks up, first at him and then the collector’s box.
COLLECTOR
Excuse me, sir?
DUDE
WHAT?
COLLECTOR
(Pointing to the collector’s box)
Nice try. You put a dime in there.
DUDE
NO, I put a token in there.
COLLECTOR
I’m sorry sir but the box was empty
before you came through and now
there’s only a dime in there.
DUDE
What’s the difference? They cost the
same to make.
COLLECTOR
That may be so, but down here in
the underground a dime is worth
ten cents and a token is worth two-
seventy-five. I need you to put
another two dollars and sixty-five
cents in there, please. Don’t make
me call security.
DUDE looks at the collector, thinks about what to do and then decides to run for it. HE runs down the stairs, along the platform and down another flight of stairs. There are a few people waiting for the westbound, so he settles in amongst them and kneels down to catch his breath. HE looks over to see a little girl standing with her mother staring at him.
DUDE
(To the little girl)
I’m a bad person.
INT. SUBWAY
DUDE drops a dime in the collector’s box and goes through the turnstile. His long-board gets all caught and he kind of loses his shit.
DUDE
FOR FUCK SAKES!
The TTC collector looks up, first at him and then the collector’s box.
COLLECTOR
Excuse me, sir?
DUDE
WHAT?
COLLECTOR
(Pointing to the collector’s box)
Nice try. You put a dime in there.
DUDE
NO, I put a token in there.
COLLECTOR
I’m sorry sir but the box was empty
before you came through and now
there’s only a dime in there.
DUDE
What’s the difference? They cost the
same to make.
COLLECTOR
That may be so, but down here in
the underground a dime is worth
ten cents and a token is worth two-
seventy-five. I need you to put
another two dollars and sixty-five
cents in there, please. Don’t make
me call security.
DUDE looks at the collector, thinks about what to do and then decides to run for it. HE runs down the stairs, along the platform and down another flight of stairs. There are a few people waiting for the westbound, so he settles in amongst them and kneels down to catch his breath. HE looks over to see a little girl standing with her mother staring at him.
DUDE
(To the little girl)
I’m a bad person.

1 Comments:
This is a fantastic piece of rebellion and guilt.
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