Production Draft - Zen134237.zen.co.uk
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#K1803 - "The Guardian" - <strong>Production</strong> <strong>Draft</strong> 8/9/96 42.31 INT. THE BLOODY MUSTACHE - NIGHT - ARTURO31has had a few. He is now standing on a chair, facing awayfrom the bar. As two angst-ridden Sliders and astarry-eyed, worshipful waif look on, Arturo loudly recitesShakespeare to an unreceptive crowd of bikers.ARTUROOnce more unto the breech, dearfriends! Let us summon up ourEnglish dead! In peace there'snothing so be<strong>co</strong>mes a man as modeststillness and humility: but whenthe blast of war blows in ourears, then imitate the action ofthe tiger --BULL (O.S.)-- Oh God, will you shut thehell up!!!BULL, a murderous-looking Hell's Angels guy, long cave-manhair and a full unruly beard, approaches Arturo with firein his eyes, holding his ears as if in pain.BULLThose words, man - all thosesyllables - it's like... likebein' back in school!ARTUROAh , so that means you actuallyattended school. How surprising.BULLAre you hanging with this loser,Ambrosia? !ARTURODo you know this blistering idiot,Ambrosia?BULLHey, I'm talking to her!!ARTUROThen why are you looking at me?You seem very <strong>co</strong>nfused.Wade and Rembrandt have been cringing, knowing this guy isabout to explode. Rembrandt gingerly approaches thesimmering biker...(CONTINUED)Prepared by Earth Prime