EXT. USA TODAY LOADING DOCK - DAY
Mrs. Pressman tinues her story to Ike.
MRS. PRESSMAN
Im not sure. Mr. Schullian runs the
and, hes our local bookie, you
know, hes givi to one odds she
wont. He says shes so famous now,
maybe Vegas will give odds on her. Im
going to wait to hear what the pros say.
IKE
Good fact. Well, you let me know.
MRS. PRESSMAN
Oh, I will.
ANGLE ON:
Maggie indicates n to Peggy. She looks over at the part of
the shop used to wash and dye hair. Theres a sink, stool and a
et affixed to the wall above sink, which holds various
shampoos and hair dyes. Maggie gets an idea. Maggie and Peggy
step forward toward Ike.
MAGGIE
Well, instead of a haircut, how about
a wash? You know, get all that city
grit out of it.
IKE
Youll answer my questions?
Maggie nods affirmatively.
IKE (td)
(removing his jacket)
Fine. You wash, Ill ask the
questions.
PEGGY
Great.
Ike hands Peggy his jacket. A mystified Peggy leads Ike to the
sink. While she does this...
MAGGIE
Have a seat. Peggy, why dont you give
him the special treatment that
strehe follicles.
Ike sits in the chair he sink. Maggie shakes out a smock
and puts it around Ike.
MAGGIE (td)
So, what do you want to know?
Ike leans as his head on the sink. Peggy bends over him
as his hair. She grabs various hair c products.
IKE
Getting nervous?
MAGGIE
Nervous? Not at all! No. Ive never
been more certain in my life. Except
-- I am having all kinds of weird
dreams.
Ike pulls the cloth down from over his face.
IKE
Weird dreams? Yoing to tell me
about them?
MAGGIE
Yes.
PEGGY
(calming)
Lets just put this back here for the
aromatherapy.
Peggy recovers his face, then tio fuss with the hair
c products. Maggie helps.
INT. BEAUTY PARLOR - LATER
Ike sits with a towel over his head as Peggy blow-dries the back
of his head. His back is to the mirror, his body faces Maggie.
dy does her own nails as Mrs. Pressman scratches off lottery
tickets. The dog, Sprout, sits in is basket.
MAGGIE
In another one...
PETE, wearing a hat, es in the front door of the salon.
PEGGY
Hey, Pete, Ill be right with you.
Ike peeks out from under his towel as Maggie tinues.
MAGGIE
Im ihe church. Everyone I know
is there, only theyre not really them.
Theyre like Fraein monsters, but
without the bolts ing out of their
necks. Its all very "Night of the
Living Dead". And heres the creepiest
part -- I look down at my dress and
its red. I mean, I have no idea what
it means. Reds not my color!
Ike listens ily and stares steadily into her eyes. Peggy
removes the towel. His hair is divided into equal parts and
dyed e and red.
MAGGIE (td)
So what do you think?
Ike stares back at her, the tickle of suspi creeping up his
spine.
IKE
I think youd look good in red.
PEGGY
No, shes talking about your hair.
Maggie swivels his chair so that Ike faces the mirror. Ike
looks at his brightly colored hair.
MAGGIE
Youre all ready for football season,
Mr. Graham.
Ike