Shave and a haircut

INT. BARBER-SHOP.

A NUMBER OF MEN ARE WAITING FOR A HAIRCUT.

HARVEY SITS DOWN IN THE BARBER'S CHAIR.

BARBER:
What can I do for you sir?

HARVEY STUDIES HIS LOOK IN THE MIRROR AS THE BARBER PLACES A PLASTIC SMOCK ON HIM.

HARVEY:
Give me a number two will you.

BARBER:
Right you are sir.

THE BARBER REACHES INTO A BUCKET BEHIND THE CHAIR, PULLS OUT A FRESHLY SQUEEZED TURD-LOG AND SLAPS IT DOWN ON THE CROWN OF HARVEY'S HEAD.

WITH AN OUTRAGED GRUNT OF DISGUST, HARVEY LEAPS OUT OF HIS CHAIR AND SCOWLS AT THE BARBER.

HARVEY:
What the hell are you doing?!

THE BARBER SHRUGS.

HARVEY POINTS AN ACCUSITORY FINGER AT HIM.

HARVEY:
There's something seriously wrong with you - you know that don't you?

THE BARBER LOWERS HIS HEAD LIKE A NAUGHTY SCHOOL-BOY, BUT GIVES NO RESPONSE.

HARVEY GROWLS WITH FRUSTRATION, TEARS OFF HIS SMOCK AND STORMS OUT.

THE BARBER PERKS UP.

BARBER:
Next!

FADE OUT.