Fade in.

 

INT.  CAFÉ—DAY

 

CHARLIE, a simply dressed man in his early twenties, sits with MARY, a pretty and elegant girl of the same age.  She’s drinking coffee.  He’s got coffee, but isn’t touching it.  Instead, he’s sitting at the edge of his seat, looking panicked at Mary.

 

CHARLIE

I’m sorry, I just don’t see why this is necessary.

 

MARY

Because he’s my father and he means a lot to me.

 

CHARLIE

Then why aren’t you coming with me when I meet him?

 

MARY

Because he scares the living shit out of me.

 

CHARLIE

I appreciate that we’re at a “Meet the Parents” stage, but traditionally, the child accompanies the significant other to the occasion.

 

MARY

This is true.

 

CHARLIE

And the occasion isn’t typically held in some dinner bar in the middle of the day at the downtown marina.

 

MARY

Also true.

 

CHARLIE

And the whole goddamn point of it is to assure the parents that the two get along very well and are therefore well-suited to one another.

 

MARY

You’re batting a thousand today, honey.

 

CHARLIE

I’m also going to the marina alone.

 

MARY

Was that not already established?

 

INT.  BAR—DAY

 

Charlie enters and looks around.  It’s empty, save for a lone bartender and FISK, a large intimidating conglomerate in a floral shirt, relaxing up at the bar.  Charlie moves to him, and Fisk takes notice without establishing eye contact.

 

FISK

You the boy?

 

CHARLIE

Charlie, sir.  Yes.

 

FISK

“Charlie”?  The hell kind of a name is “Charlie”?

 

CHARLIE

Ermm…it’s mine, sir.

 

FISK

“Charles” wasn’t good enough?  “Chuck” didn’t do anything for you?  Sound like a goddamn ten year old playing optimist baseball.

 

He chuckles condescendingly.

 

FISK (Cont’d)

“Charlie”.

 

Charlie waits politely for him to finish.  Fisk notices and mercifully does; still without making eye contact.

 

FISK (Cont’d)

So the situation we’ve got is a bit of an awkward one, yeah?

 

Charlie nods.

 

CHARLIE

A bit, sir.  It’s just that Mary and I are—

 

FISK

Don’t, don’t, don’t.  There’s no way you could end that sentence that won’t result in me punching you in the brains.

 

There is a weighted silence as Fisk considers his options.

 

FISK (Cont’d)

Look, Charles, I understand what it is to be young.  I know where you’re coming from.  But if you’ve got any kind of serious intentions with my Mary, you’re gonna have to show me something slightly more aspirant than what you’ve already brought to the table.

 

CHARLIE

It’s “Charlie”, Mr. Fisk.

 

Fisk turns to Charlie and makes eye contact for the first time.  This is not a good thing.  But when he sees Charlie doesn’t flinch, his expression turns warmer.  He welcomes him over.

 

FISK

C’mon, kid.  Have a seat.

 

Charlie does so and they begin an awkward but well-intentioned conversation.

 

Fade out.

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