The Grind - Money-man Script

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1. THE GRIND - "Money man" written by Tadhg S Nozipho R Jake B
2. EXT. GAS STATION - NIGHT Pan down on the desolate 'grab 'n' gallop' gas station. Its fluorescent glow contrasts against the dark. There's no one in sight. INT. STORE Clerk ANUSHKA leans against the counter, ogling at a raunchy magazine. BEEEEP!! She jolts. She stuffs the magazine under the counter and turns to the glass door. OLD MAN stands at threshold. She leans over the counter to get a better look. Unable to see him properly. She turns to her security screen. EXT. GAS STATION - CONTINUOUS Displayed from the perspective of the camera, OLD MAN stands completely still, finger held down on the doorbell. INT. STORE She sighs, pressing a button on the counter. The Automatic doors part as a frail OLD MAN with a prominent hunch waddles in. He gives ANUSHKA a shakey nod before disappearing behind a shelf. ANUSHKA's eyes lock on to a small trail of coins leading to him, a look of bewilderment on her face. CLACK!! OLD MAN drops an item on the counter. ANUSHKA straightens up and presents a smile. She inspects the item and her gaze shifts up to OLD MAN. Her reflection smiles nervously, from OLD MAN's black circular glasses. OLD MAN That and pump 2, love. Anushka punches the amount into her register and presents the credit card terminal. ANUSHKA It'll be 45.
3. With no acknowledgent, OLD MAN claws out a handful of coins from his pocket. ANUSHKA quietly sighs. We hear the coins hitting the table as she pushes down the cancel button on the terminal. She inspects the lint covered coins laid out before her. ANUSHKA (CONT'D) You're a little short. OLD MAN grumbles, patting all over his body. OLD MAN One sec. OLD MAN lowers his glasses and tilts his head back. He pulls his lower eyelid down revealing his glazed eye. ANUSHKA stares, eyebrows furrowed. With little effort OLD MAN slips his finger deep into the socket with squelch. ANUSHKA winces. ANUSHKA What the fu- He draws his finger out, fishing out a gold coin from his socket with a pop. He plonks it onto the counter and hastily counts the amount so far while ANUSHKA stares mouth agape. OLD MAN (muttering) 24, 26, 28... OLD MAN pauses for a moment, shrugs in acceptance and shoves two fingers down his throat. He wiggles his fingers in his mouth as he gurgles. He starts heaving, pulling his fingers out. ANUSHKA's eye's widen in realisation. ANUSHKA Wait, shit no no no no-! OLD MAN's heaving reaches a violent climax. He Ejects a jet of bodily fluids and coins from his mouth. ANUSHKA stumbles falling on her butt, dodging the stream, staring on in horror as it flows over the counter and onto the floor towards her. The stream begins to lose power, dying out after a moment. 2.
4. ANUSHKA sits on the floor breathing shallowly. She tries to compose herself. She rises shakily and looks over the counter. OLD MAN is gone, leaving only a pool of coins and fluid on the counter. There is no trail of coins leading back outide. ANUSHKA looks to the trail and then to the window. No car in sight. A coin slides off the counter, rebounding off ANUSHKA's boot with a squelch. It hits the floor face side up, revealing the engraved side profile of the old man. We hear the muffled noises of a car pulling in outside. END. 3.