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Music plays in the background. Mason is in uniform, he carries in a bus tub of dirty dishes, one with uneaten battered shrimp on it. He sticks one in his mouth and flirts with APRIL, a waitress.
MASON
You want one?
APRIL
Ugh. God --
MASON
(Laughing)
She didn't even touch them, seriously.
I watched her the whole time.
April takes one.
APRIL
Yeah, I bet you did watch her, you
little pervert.
(Laughing)
It's like we're on a date. Cheers.
They clink battered shrimp.
MASON
It's a night of romance.
APRIL
Yeah, except I'm not gonna kiss you.
She heads back out to the restaurant floor.
APRIL (CONT'D)
I will blow you, though.
Mason brings the dishes over to the industrial washers. His boss, MR. WOOD, storms in.
MR. WOOD
Mason! We are in the weeds out here!
MASON
I'm goin' as fast as I can.
MR. WOOD
Oh!
Then I must be confused then, cause
I just saw you chattin it up with
April when I gotta salad bar that
needs a refill, I gotta six top, two
four tops I can't use, because they
haven't been bused.
MASON
Enrique is not here. I'm tryin'.
MR. WOOD
Well, while you're tryin', we're
dyin'! What am I supposed to tell
my customers? "Oh, I'm sorry that
your table's got dirty plates on it,
but Mason's tryin'. Least that's
what he told me, after he was flirtin'
with April and eatin' your leftover
shrimp." Now it is a challenge out
there today, I know, but I wanna
share somethin' with you, I got you
pegged for fry cook this summer, now
that's a lot more responsibility.
It's also more money. How's that
sound?
MASON
Good.
MR. WOOD
I know you can handle that money...
but can you take the responsibility?
I think you can, because I believe
in you. But I need you on the floor.
Now leave the dishes. Giddyup.
Right, come on, don't let me down!
Mason exits.