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Travis Wardrope
(Draft 1)
OPENING SCENE
INT. HUGH’S HOUSE - MIDDAY
ARLO [V.O]:
(In Shock)
What. The. Fuck.
FADE IN:
ARLO [V.O]:
(Calm)
I best start from the beginning, my name is Arlo Miller. I’m the
town’s best barber.
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INT. BARBER SHOP - MORNING
The barber shop is full of interesting artwork and furniture. It
has a vintage meets modern feel to it. As ARLO enters we see him
pass the newspaper to his colleague- MATTEO.
ARLO [V.O]:
That’s my colleague and best friend MATTEO, he owns the place.
He also runs all of the business side of things. He likes to
keep to himself most the time, quite a calm and collected dude.
ARLO [V.O]:
My customers are pretty much everyone, I’ve cut everyone’s hair
in this town. Old, young, rich, poor- you name them and I’ve at
least given them one wiggy.
ARLO [V.O]:
However, nobody compared to 1 man. A Mr HUGH HUMPHREY. Perhaps
the most Unusual Usual I will ever have had.
ARLO:
(Happy)
Hugh! How are we doing today mate?
HUGH:
Quite alright my friend
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ARLO:
(Putting apron around HUGH)
Awesome dude, just the Usual?
HUGH:
Yes please.
ARLO:
Great!
ARLO [V.O]:
He’s been with me since I opened the shop 3 years ago. Every
second Tuesday at 11:15 he walks through that door, not a minute
late. Always asking for the exact same haircut. And strangely,
would never directly answer any question about himself.
ARLO:
How was your weekend mate?
HUGH:
Same old, same old. How about you?
ARLO:
Ah, not much really. Went down to the beach, went shopping for a
few things. Just the standard.
HUGH:
I hear ya
ARLO:
Up to much after this?
HUGH:
Nah, just home for me.
ARLO:
I get ya, did you say you lived around the Ansgate area?
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HUGH:
Sorta, not really though
ARLO:
Ah fair enough.
ARLO [V.O]:
I get some people can be quite untalkative at the barbers, but
this guy was chatty, yet purposely avoided anything about
himself. I’ve cut his hair for 3 whole god damn years and I
couldn’t even tell you one thing I knew about him. At the time
this seemed strange, but nothing worth hassling myself about.
ARLO:
We’re all done here mate
HUGH:
Great, thanks a bunch
HUGH takes out £20 from his jacket and attempts to hand it to
ARLO.
ARLO:
Hugh mate, no no, the price is £10.
HUGH:
And a £10 tip, for you.
ARLO:
How many times mate, I can’t accept double the price off of you
dude.
HUGH:
Okay then, will you take a £5 tip?
ARLO:
If you insist Hugh mate, I feel like I’m robbing you!
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HUGH:
Nonsense!
HUGH:
Here take this Matteo, keep up the good work.
MATTEO:
Jeez, thanks.
ARLO [V.O]:
He likes to do that too
MATTEO:
Where do you suspect he gets the money from?
ARLO:
(joking)
No clue, do you reckon he leads the mafia?
MATTEO:
(joining in)
No, no, he’s a hitman.
ARLO:
(serious)
Whatever it is, he definitely doesn’t want anyone knowing. Did
you hear him when I asked if he lived near Ansgate?
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MATTEO:
Not really, I wasn’t listening that much.
ARLO:
You know, I’ve spent 3 years asking him questions and I’ve
gotten nothing
MATTEO:
(laughing)
Maybe you should just give up eh? He’s probably just a cleaner
or something and he’s embarrassed to tell ya.
ARLO:
Not when he’s willing to splash out 20 quid on a wig bash.
MATTEO:
I guess, fuck knows fella, it isn’t that deep
ARLO:
Guess not
ARLO:
Take a seat dude I’ll be with you in just a sec.