Bukowski Scene
INT. DINER -- LATE AFTERNOON
A quiet fall day at a diner in the middle of the city in November 1919, a year after World War I ended. There is a chill in the air. The day has progressively darkened as dark storm clouds roll in. The greens of the trees and grasses appear to become saturated and the reds, yellows, and oranges of the foliage become more pronounced as the clouds filter out the sun's bright, harsh rays.
The diner is for almost empty. JACK sits at a table near the window, his back to the entrance. On the other side of the diner sits an OLD MAN eating hot soup. JACK looks out the window and is distracted by an approaching storm. He is wearing khaki colored pants, a dark red plaid button up shirt with a plain white undershirt underneath, a dark olive jacket, and brown, lace-up boots. The sky becomes electrified and thunder rumbles in the distance. JACK flashes back to France...
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