FADE IN

INT. — A COFFEE SHOP IN SALT LAKE CITY, DAY

A woman wearing posh clothes and a wide-brimmed Panama-style hat, KELLY, is sipping coffee. Her brother, MATTHEW, wearing a T-shirt and dirty jeans, sits down next to her.       

MATTHEW

So, I’ve got an idea.

KELLY

You’ve always got an idea.

MATTHEW

Right. But this one’s actually good... I think... Maybe? No, yes. I mean yes, yes. It’s a good idea. Something new and different.

KELLY cocks her head to the side, raises her eyebrows, and beckons for him to get to the point.

MATTHEW

(raising a finger for emphasis)

A cocktail bar!

KELLY

Yeah, buddy. There are lots of those. Even here in Salt Lake City.

MATTHEW

Right. But none yet that only serve zero-proof cocktails.

KELLY’s head cocks the other way. This is actually a good idea.

KELLY

I’m in.

MATTHEW

I hear you, but just think of all the people who don’t drink alcohol and...

KELLY

I said “I’m in.”

MATTHEW

Right, but just consider for a moment how bad all the mocktails out there are. Like, it’s just juice and seltzer. It’s terrible.   

KELLY

Baby brother. Shut up and listen: I’m in.

MATTHEW pauses and processes.

MATTHEW

Oh? Oh!

KELLY

Just one thing, though. Where are we going to open this place?

MATTHEW

That part I haven’t figure out yet.

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INT. — THE SAME COFFEE SHOP, DAY, THREE DAYS LATER

MATTHEW is typing loudly on a laptop computer. KELLY walks up and shuts the laptop.

MATTHEW

Hey!

KELLY

Hey yourself. I bought us a place.

MATTHEW

You bought us a place for what?

KELLY

For the bar.

MATTHEW

For the... wait... You did what?

KELLY

I told you. I bought us a place.

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INT. — AN ABANDONED BUILDING, MINUTES LATER

A very old door squeaks on its hinges as KELLY opens it to reveal a large, dirty, dilapidated space. There are holes in the floor and peeling paint on the walls. MATTHEW walks in, mouth agape.

KELLY

Here it is! Do you love it?

MATTHEW

I... um... oh... wow.

KELLY

You’re speechless! I knew you would be!

MATTHEW

Right. I’m just... um... yeah?

KELLY

We open in one month! So... what will we call it?

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EXT. THE BAR, ONE MONTH LATER, EVENING

The front window is awash in shadows. A figure on the inside of the building passes behind the window and leans over to plug something in. A sign in the window lights up. It reads:   

eighteen-thirty-three

FADE OUT