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Ivan Tire

INT. Mechanic Shop – Day

A burly mechanic is working on the engine of a red truck. This is Phil. He is middle aged, has a large mustache and powered doughnut stains on his jumper. On a bench next to the car is a hungover nun. She is older, and keeps one hand on her forehead.

      PHIL

Well…

      NUN

Hrm?

Phil slams the hood of the truck and wipes his brow.

      PHIL

Carburetor.

      NUN

(groans)

      PHIL

Yup.

      NUN

Price?

Phil looks to the ceiling and mimes a hand like he’s typing on a large calculator.

      PHIL

750?

      NUN

WHAT?

The nun immediately grabs the sides of her head and groans loudly. Phil scratches his doughnut gut and turns to the truck, which shoots fire from the grill. Phil lets out a scream and scrambles to grab the fire extinguisher in the corner. The Nun appears to have passed out on the bench.

Just as Phil gets the extinguisher, another mechanic, a very similar looking man named Lip, is seen using an extinguisher on the flames. Phil walks over and nods to Lip.

      PHIL

Lip.

      LIP

Phil.

      PHIL

Thanks.

      LIP

S’nothin.

Phil nods and both men stare at the blackened grill of the truck. The nun snores loudly on the bench.

Lip gestures to the truck.

      LIP

Carburetor?

      PHIL

Yup.

      LIP

Hm..

      PHIL

What?

      LIP

Leak?

      PHIL

Fuel?

      LIP

Oil.

      PHIL

Oil.

The truck lets out a loud bang that causes the two men to jump, and the nun to shoot up from the bench.

      NUN

JESUS!

The two mechanics look at the nun with open mouths and begin to cross their chests. The nun notices and frowns angrily. She gestures at the truck.

      NUN

Well?

      PHIL

Sacrilege.

      LIP

Blasphemy.

The nun sits down wearily, the two men glaring at her. Suddenly, a bear in a mechanic uniform pokes his head out of the office door, right next to the bench. The mechanics turn and the nun freezes. The name tag on the outfit reads IVAN B.

      BEAR

Oil?

      PHIL

Oil.

      LIP

Oil.

The bear nods and looks at the nun. He tips his baseball cap.

      BEAR

Ma’am.

The bear goes back into the office and closes the door. The mechanics pop the hood of the truck and begins pointing at parts and grunting. The nun looks from the office door to the two men, visibly confused.

      NUN

Um..

The two men turn to look at her. Lip somehow has half a doughnut in his mouth.

      PHIL

Yeah?

The nun points to the office door, frowning.

      NUN

Bear?

      PHIL

Bear.

The nun clutches her rosary beads.

      NUN

…Black?

The two mechanics gasp and look at the door. The nun also turns. The Bear stands in the doorway. He looks at the nun, hurt, and returns to the office closing the door.

The nun looks at the floor, then up to the mechanics who are shaking their heads at her.

      PHIL

Racist.

      LIP

Bigot.

      PHIL

850.

      LIP

Oil.

Phil turns to Lip and gives him a look. Lip shrugs. A gunshot is heard from the office.

The truck explodes.

FADE OUT

 

Written in 2012

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