The King Of Vinyl/Transcript

Script for The King Of Vinyl.

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 EXT: BEASTRILL CITY STREETS, NIGHTTIME  Just outside the Society, Sylvia and The Antler Man are seen walking on the sidewalk.  ANTLERS:  Telling you, I got some real rarities in my collection; limited records, colored records, even a few test pressings.  SYLVIA:  Cool. How old are they?  ANTLERS:  Ah, only as far back as, like, 1990.  Sylvia nods.  SYLVIA:  I'll listen to all the '93s you got.  Antler Man looks at Sylvia, a bit confused, she looks back at him.  SYLVIA:  I mean like, 1993. Cool number, cool year.  Antlers chuckles, they keep on walking.  INT: APARTMENT COMPLEX <p style="text-align:center;"> ''In a dimly lit and grey hallways, Sylvia and Antlers are at a brown door. Antlers produces a keyring from his pocket. He puts one of the keys in the door's lock and opens it. He turns to Sylvia.'' <p style="text-align:center;"> ANTLERS: <p style="text-align:center;"> Hope you like German music. <p style="text-align:center;"> The two enter the apartment. <p style="text-align:center;"> ''We cross dissolve to the same shot a few hours later. Sylvia comes out the door, Antlers popping his head out a moment after. She faces him.'' <p style="text-align:center;"> SYLVIA: <p style="text-align:center;"> I thought Germans only made music about numbers. <p style="text-align:center;"> ANTLERS: <p style="text-align:center;"> Well, I hope I broadened your horizons tonight. <p style="text-align:center;"> ''Sylvia smirks and walks off, waving goodbye. Antlers closes the door.'' <p style="text-align:center;"> More coming soon. <p style="text-align:center;">