FADE IN:
ACT ONE
INT. Bar - NIGHT
A young, haggard looking man sits slumped at the BAR, a glass of IRISH WHISKEY clutched loosely in one hand. He is alone, except for the BARTENDER, who is cleaning cups methodically with a dirty RAG. The man at the bar is PATRICK "LUCKY" GREENE, and his bright red hair is messy beneath his crooked green hat, and his has bags under his eyes.
PATRICK (V.O.)
People think the life of a leprechaun is all fun and games. They think it's all about burying pots of gold under rainbows and eating Lucky Charms all day. They've never seen the filthy underbelly of our "quaint" little world. They've never seen what it's like for a Leprechaun... on the streets. They think the life of a leprechaun is all fun and games. They're wrong.
Patrick suddenly drains his glass in one gulp, and slams it back on the counter.
PATRICK
Hit me with another shot, Mike.
MIKE
Sorry Lucky. But I think you've had enough for the night.
PATRICK
(Tiredly, without any real conviction)
I told ya, Mike, I don't go by Lucky anymore. Not since... well, you know. It's just Patrick now.
MIKE
Well, whatever you're calling yourself these days, you'd be better off calling yourself a cab.
Patrick sighs, and pushes his glass across the counter to Mike. He stands up, fishing in his pockets for a moment before tossing a few gold coins on the counter.
PATRICK
Naw. I'll walk. The air might clear my head.
MIKE
I'll be seeing you tomorrow then, same time?
PATRICK
(Turning to leave)
Yep. Just like yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that.
Patrick walks out the door, grabbing his coat, which is hanging up by the door, on his way.
