6.
VICKY
You do what you want.. I am getting
the hell out of this place very
very soon.
DAD
Why do you give emotional threats
to me on every important day? You
will kill me with this.
VICKY
Nothing will happen to you. You
will live 100 years doing blouse
alternations. I.. I am meant for
bigger things.
DAD
Like what?
Vicky has no words. Dad stares him down for an answer.
VICKY
I will figure it out.
(beat)
Soon.
DAD
Till then, my dear son.. get on
that bloody tailoring machine, and
show them whose son you are!
SHOT OF --
-- Vicky slowly takes off his shirt and hangs it on the nail.
Wearing just a vest, he takes his time as he puts a cushion
on his seat -- squeezes some oil into the machine -- does a
customary pai-lagu to the machine -- flexes his neck, rotates
his shoulders, cracks his knuckles.
An OLD CASHIER and the Dad watch with bated breath.
CONTINUING EARLIER CONVERSATION --
DAD
You have a gift my son! A rare
gift! Not everybody is born with
such talents!
SHOT OF --
-- Then Vicky nods ever so subtly at the assistant.
Aaaaand the work starts. In full glory!
INTERCUTTING EARLIER AND NOW --
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