In a previous post, I mentioned that I was doing a screenplay about Sammy (well ... based on Sammy). I wrote a scene to set up the plot. It was actually pretty close to a recent conversation that we had about a month ago:
INT. HAIM’S DELICATESSEN - DAY
Barry wheels Sammy up to the deli counter where HAIM greets them.
Sammy. You are looking pretty chipper today
Say ... Haim ... Make me a corned beef on rye, will ya? Very lean, lots of mustard and potato salad
Coming right up Sam ... Barry ... What can I get for you?
Pastrami for me, Haim. Thanks.
Oh Haim ... This is my son Barry.
Barry just shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head.
(smiling and winking at Barry)
Is that who that is? A fine looking boy Sammy. He looks just like you.
Sit. Sit. I’ll bring it.
Barry slips Sammy’s wheelchair into an adjacent table and settles in.
Bertha. Remember Bertha? She used to sit with me at lunch and dinner. She died ... Another one dead ... They’re dropping like flies. I really liked Bertha.
She had a real bitch for a daughter though ... She never came to see her.
Oh that’s a shame. I remember Bertha. I didn’t realize you were that close.
She was a lovely woman. She stopped sitting with me about a year ago. Said something about me to the nurses. I think she said I didn’t have good table manners. What are you gonna do?
Yeah. What are you gonna do?