I’m starting to get nervous. Just looking ahead, I’m thinking this is a fifty page script at best. Obviously this isn’t good enough for a feature-length film and I don’t want to add filler just to get to my ninety pages. I’ll cross that bridge when I get there. For now, I’ll just worry about getting what I have in my head down on paper.

(page 14)
INT. BAR

A small quaint pub with a long bar and only a few tables with chairs.
The bar’s tinted windows are keeping the bar dark.

The bartender JOEY, 50s, is drying glasses when Sam enters.

JOEY
Hey, Sammy.

The bartender doesn’t even ask what Sam wants to drink. He just starts pouring him a scotch on the rocks and a glass of ice water. He puts both glasses on napkins at the bar.

Sam walks over to the drinks and has a seat.

JOEY
Damn, what happened to you?

SAM
What?

JOEY
You’re clothes. You’re covered in mud.

SAM
Oh, yeah. I fell.

JOEY
I have to run to the back and stock up. Just holler if you need a refill.

SAM
(mumbling to himself)
Refill.

Sam picks up the shot glass and smells it. He puts the glass back down.

Sam starts rubbing his wedding ring and takes a look at it.

SAM
Ah, Claire, you never should have left me. I don’t know what to do without you. It’s all gone to hell since you left.

Sam removes his wedding ring. He drops it in the scotch.

Sam starts drinking the ice water. The bartender comes from the back.

SAM
Hey, Joey, take away the scotch. I’m done drinking.