EXT. SMALL LAKE - DUSK
Two men and a golden retriever sit in an aluminum canoe: One fishes, one paddles, both drink.
FISHERMAN #1
(50's, bald, moustached, slim, full set of teeth)
(mid-sentence) ...so as the fishermen's boat was nearing a bridge, a funeral procession crossed over. One of them put his pole down, took his hat off and placed it over his heart. The other one remarked, "That's a nice gesture." To which the first one said, "Well, I was married to her for 30 years, it's the least I could do."
FISHERMAN #2
(50's, short, wiry, grey messy hair)
You do realize you tell that same joke every time we get near....
There's a sudden sound of tires squealing above them.
FISHERMAN #1:
(reflective while chewing on his tobacco)
Ya know... the way I see it... I could tell the same joke every time... and we can enjoy it... or I can come up with a new, lousy joke... and you push me in the drink—
Suddenly, with a jarring noise, a body drops right next to their boat.
The two men let it sink in for a beat before calmly reeling in their lines.
FISHERMAN #2
(unfazed)
Either we pull anchor and move upstream or we spend the rest of our day off answering questions.