A STRANGER SEQUEL
ACT I
Setting: coast of French Guiana just north of Cayenne. It is a small seaside bar. The kind of place that's upscale enough that locals go there for something special and local enough that tourists love to “discover” it. It's especially popular with Anglos as the waiter is “Steve” an American. There are sidewalk tables and an innerbar—typically French it's for standees only. “Monsieur,” an old man, sits at one of two inside tables, but it is just inside the arch that defines inside/outside. “Gil” sits alone at an outdoor table—he looks beaten down though not destitute. A couple enters and sits at another outdoor table.
Steve (approaching the couple): Bon Jour.
Man: Pardon, Je crier...no, I mean... Je....parlez vous Anglez?
Steve: Yes, what ….
Woman: You see, I told you this was the place.
Steve: ...would you like?
Woman: Do you have a menu?
Gil: It's the same menu everyone has.
Man: What?
Steve: Pardon. Do not mind Monsieur Gil. He is right, but perdu.
Man: What?
Woman: May we see it?
Steve: You wish to eat?
Woman: I just want to look. (Gil snorts)
Steve gives Gil a look as he walks inside grabs a simple single page paper menu and hands it to the woman. The man looks expectantly.
Steve: Did you wish to look as well Monsieur? (Gil snorts)
Man: (pauses to wonder whether he does and decides not) No, I'll have a beer; it's cold right?
Steve: (heading it to the bar) Konenbourg!
Woman: He didn't ask me what I wanted.
Gil: You got the menu.
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