Pawn Sacrifice: Rhys & Frankie

EXT. STREET – MID DAY
He had underestimated the weather, left his gloves in the car but there was no need to go back, he was too far out already.
Across the street, Pawn Sacrifice lit up amidst vacant streets. He checked the address on his mobile screen. Satisfied, he ENTERS.
int. pawn SACRIFICE
Inside, it’s quiet, apart from a lone, petite body, idly maintaining a cash register. Glass cases filled with mildly tarnished jewels surrounded the small interior, something of a horseshoe like maze. He inspects each case slowly until he arrives at the register.
rhys
Am I in the right place?
frankie
That depends. What can I do you for?
rhys
Pardon me,
(Turns to leave)
I was expecting someone with a little more…
frankie
…Something between their legs?
rhys
…Just someone larger, covered with more tattoos, testosterone bleeding out of their ears. That’s all.
frankie
Sorry to disappoint. If you’d like, I could get another tattoo. Remy should be free in an hour.
(Glances at forearm, concerned)
My forearm’s been looking a little bare lately.
He chuckles nervously.
frankie
Guess you haven’t been out much boyo. It’s the twenty first century – women work behind any counter they want. Not everyone has diamond encrusted parents to make that choice for them.
(Leans on countertop)
What’s a society boy like you doin’ in my neck of the woods anyway?
rhys
You’re the only pawn shop within ten miles of the airport and I’m late for a funeral.
(Stuffs hands in pockets, toys with the ring between his fingers)
She won’t need it any longer.
frankie
(Nods)
Sorry for your loss.
rhys
I’m not. She was a pathetic old woman who lasted longer on this earth than she was grateful for. Raised hell wherever she went –
frankie
(Raises a hand)
– I don’t Want to know anything more. When I sell my pieces, its better I don’t know the body they inhabited. Makes it easier to release them.
Frankie returns behind the counter.
rhys
What is your rate exactly?
frankie
What are you selling?
Rhys reaches into his pocket, pulls out a ruby diamond encrusted ring. He lets it lay flat out in the palm of his hand.
rhys
(Places it on the counter)
This.
Frankie reaches for a magnifying glass on the top shelf behind her.
frankie
(Picks up ring, inspects it)
A piece like this could go for a pretty penny.
rhys
How much?
frankie
Three sixty, give or take.
rhys
(Considers, shakes head)
No, I need you to go higher.
frankie
Can’t,
(Rests magnifying glass on counter)
That’s how much it’s worth society boy.
rhys
What you’re staring at is an authentic fourteen carrot ruby encrusted stone handcrafted for Royalty. In the nineteenth century, King –
FRANKIE
 – Thanks for the history lesson, but if you don’t like how I do business, get out of my shop.
rhys
Whatever principle you give me now will double once this leaves my hands, guaranteed.
frankie
How do you know that?
He avoids her gaze.
frankie
What, did you steal it?
he doesn’t answer.
FRANKIE
I’m impressed. Four twenty – final offer.
rhys
This is bullshit.
Rhys grabs the ring, storms out of the shop. Through the door, Frankie watches as he steps left, and onto the street. A few moments later, he struts past the store window in the opposite direction. Disoriented, he RE ENTERS.
FRANKIE
Strayed off the yellow brick road boyo?
rhys
…Just the way to Third Ave.
Beat.
frankie
Take a left at the traffic lights, head North two blocks, make another left at the crosswalk, then a right where your Fiat will be happily waiting for you.
RHYS
I don’t drive.
FRANKIE
Oh, didn’t think you were the chauffeured type.
RHYS
I’m not.
frankie
So which is it then?
rhys
Why does it have to be anything?
frankie
(Shakes head)
You’re right. It doesn’t.
(Nods towards the street)
Left at the lights…
rhys
Okay, thanks.
frankie
No worries.
He watches as she disappears behind a beaded entrance to the back room. She returns moments later to find him leaning against the register counter.
frankie
Have you forgotten already?
rhys
Fine.
(Inhales deeply, retrieves the ring once more)
I’ll take it. I’ll take the three sixty.
Frankie raises an eyebrow.
rhys
– For what it’s worth…
frankie
(Rings him up on the register)
Pawns aren’t worth anything. You use them, you discard them. They pass through more lives than any of us do.
(A bell sounds)
Don’t be deceived, we don’t own a thing on this earth. Not even ourselves.
A receipt is printed. Rhys receives the cash. In turns, she takes the ring, places it in one of the counters below her.
RHYS
Thanks.
(Turns, only slightly)
I, um…
frankie
Left at the lights, two blocks north, left at the crosswalk, and then a right.
He nods, EXITS. She reaches for a cloth and some Windex, wipes down the glass counter tops as he disappears into a cloud of carbon smoke.
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