Calico (continued)

Stanelli

C'mon, Katy. We knows you got plenty for all of us.

McCann

I know I've got plenty enough for you. (laughs raucously)

LAKE

Sure, Katy. We'd be gentle . . . We'll each take our turn with ya.

Katerina's eyes grow wide. She is angry now, and definitely scared. She is outnumbered.

Her eyes dart around the bar, seeking help. Nearly everyone ignores what is happening in that little corner. One or two of them furtively watch.

Katerina
(softly plaintive, pleading)

Let me go.

McCann

C'mon, Katy. We just want to play with you for a bit.

Katerina tries to pull away again. Her skirt is still held tight. She tugs harder, but it does not help. Instead, she is pulled backward, nearly into the lap of one of the men.

She squeals, not quite screaming.

McCann

You'd best be quiet, Katy. Otherwise, everyone in this place will want some.

Katerina grows quiet. Her eyes blaze with anger.

She winces, almost snarling as someone's hand touches her somewhere she does not want it. She squirms against the hands holding her, almost managing to break free.

LaKe

C'mon, Katy. We knows you've got a room in the back here. T'won't take long.

Stanelli

Not for you. (snickers a little too loudly)

McCann laughs.

Lake
(glares at Stanelli)

Don't matter.

Katerina struggles harder.

Mikolai (o.S.)

My pardon?

Four sets of eyes suddenly register his presence. Those of the men react in surprise and then in anger. Katerina's eyes watch him with relief and caution.

Medium shot of Mikolai.

He is trying to look more confident than he feels.

Stanelli

What do you want, Polack?

Mikolai's eyes flash for a minute at the deliberate slur. He keeps his expression neutral, though.

Mikolai

The woman.

Lake
(snickers)

Sorry, Polack. He got her first. Wait your turn.

Mikolai stares back at them silently.

McCann

Bugger off, Polack. Go find one of yer pigs.

Instead of being angry, Mikolai looks almost resigned at the inferred insult.

Mikolai
(almost apologetically)

My pardon.

The trio of men mentally dismiss him, assuming that he is about to leave.

Mikolai (cont'd)
(a little more firmly)

You not understand.

The trio of men look up. All three of them appear surprised both that he is still there, and that he would dare interrupt them again.

Lake and Stanelli begin to look angry.

Mikolai (cont'd)
(shrugs)

I want my drink.

Stanelli

So go get it. (sneers) Or can't you find your back to the bar without one of your dogs to lead you?

Mikolai meets Stanelli's gaze evenly.

Mikolai

She brings my drink.

The three men look confused for a moment.

McCann looks at Mikolai with disgust, assuming that Mikolai is some kind of retarded fool.

McCann

She's busy right now. With us.

Lake

Yeah. (sneers) Get your own drink.

Mikolai looks at Lake and McCann if not understanding what they mean.

Mikolai

She comes . . . (half-beat) to get my drink.

Mikolai reaches out a hand to Katerina. She grabs it firmly and stands up.

Mikolai pulls her free from the three men before they can react.

Mikolai (cont'd)
(to Katerina, without looking at her)

My drink.

Katerina nods and tries not to look too relieved. She moves quickly back toward the bar, brushing at her clothing.