THE EMPIRE CLASSIC SCENE
THE SHINING CHOSEN BY ADAM WINGARD
Adam Wingard: “My favourite movie scene of all time is the bartender scene in The
Shining with Jack Nicholson and Joe turkel. I love the performances and the iconic-ness of the whole thing. If it comes on tv, I have to stop what I’m doing and watch it. I love the interactions between those two, but that scene in particular is about as good as movies get.”
INT. OVERLOOK HOTEL
Jack Torrance (Jack Nicholson) is in a foul mood. He enters the deserted Gold Room, turns on the lights, goes up to the empty bar. Not a drink in sight.
JACK: God, I’d give anything for a drink. I’d give my goddamn soul for just a glass of beer.
He puts his heads in his hands. When he opens them again, what he sees makes him smile.
JACK: Hi, Lloyd. Little slow tonight, ain’t it?
Jack laughs manically. We see why: a barman — Lloyd (Joe Turkel) — has suddenly appeared. What’s more, the bar is now fully stocked. LLOYD: Yes it is, Mr Torrance. [He steps forward and puts his hands on the counter] What’ll it be?
JACK: I’m awfully glad you asked me that, Lloyd. Because I just happen to have two twenties and two tens right here in my wallet. I was afraid they were going to be there until next April. So here’s what. You slip me a bottle of bourbon, a little glass, and some ice. You can do that, can’t you, Lloyd? You’re not too busy, are you?
LLOYD: No, sir. Not busy at all. Lloyd turns to start making the drink.
JACK: Good man. You set ’em up and I’ll knock ’em back, Lloyd, one by one. White man’s burden, Lloyd my man, white man’s burden.
He takes out his wallet. It’s empty.
JACK: Say, Lloyd, it seems I’m temporarily light. How’s my credit in this joint anyway?
LLOYD: Your credit’s fine, Mr Torrance.
JACK: That’s swell. I like ya, Lloyd. I always liked ya. You were always the best of ’em. Best goddamn bartender from Timbuktu to Portland, Maine. Or Portland, Oregon, for that matter. LLOYD: Thank you for saying so.
JACK: Here’s to five miserable months on the wagon, and all the irreparable harm that it’s caused me.
He takes a drink. One gulp. Gone. LLOYD: How are things going, Mr Torrance?
JACK: Things could be better, Lloyd. Things could be a whole lot better.
LLOYD: I hope it’s nothing serious. JACK: Nah. Nothing serious. Lloyd pours him another drink.
JACK: Just a little problem with the old sperm bank upstairs. Nothing I can’t handle, Lloyd. Thanks.
LLOYD: Women. Can’t live with ’em, can’t live without ’em.
JACK: Words of wisdom, Lloyd… Words. Of. Wisdom.