GHOUL: Take her home. Now. Your drink (snatches the old fashioned from Korn) isn’t going anywhere.
(Korn sighs, but knows better than to fight with Ghoul, and drags the uncomfortably tall, yet thankfully thin Mrs. Trent out of the bar.)
(Ms. Ghoul, now alone, stops pretending to clean the bar, and with a shaky hand, feels the burns on her face, and begins to cry softly.)
(The lights cut for a few seconds, and when they come back on, a giant and Ghoulish man is sitting at the bar. Ms. Ghoul, still crying softly, immediately recognizes the man and with a furious tear soaked face, pulls a .22 revolver from beneath the counter, pointed directly at the man. He’s facing upstage and hasn’t even twitched.)
GHOUL: (Wiping the tears from her face and furious) What the FUCK are you doing here?
(the man remains completely silent. Ghoul fires a shot near his face. He still does not budge)
GHOUL: (Now shouting at the top of her lungs) ANSWER ME, AL.
IRA: Torres-
(Hearing that name causes Ghoul to fire off another shot.)
GHOUL: YOU DON’T GET TO SAY HIS NAME
(The man bows his head slightly. He then holds up a music tape, with the words “TJ and the Bandits” written in red ink on it)
IRA: He left this with me. I found it recently. I don’t much care for it. I’m giving it to you.
(The lights cut out for a second, and then come back on. The man is gone, but the tape remains. Ms. Ghoul, after a few seconds, un-tenses, puts the gun on the counter, and picks up the tape. She looks at it, and begins to tear up. Ghoul holds it near her heart while looking up)
GHOUL: Fuck...
(END SCENE)