Vi goes into a club and asks the bartender who she could give her demo tape to. He sees Kevin, who’s just entered the club, greeting women patrons. He’s nicely dressed in a shirt, trousers and jacket. The bartender tells her that “Mr. O’Donnell” is the music manager. Kevin goes into the kitchen to his fry-cook job. This is where the audience finds out that he's not the "music manager" as the bartender has led Violet to believe.
Entering the kitchen.
Boss: Where the hell were you, O'Donnell? I got fifteen orders stacked up here and nobody to run the grill!
Kev: Fifteen orders, Walt, is that all? Give me ten minutes, I'll catch us up.go on.lie down.relax! You look tired.we can talk about my raise later.
Boss: You think this is Australia? There's no raise! I'm about to fire you!
Later, after he’s leaving the club with some friends, Vi is waiting outside.
Vi: Excuse me, Mr. O’Donnell…Mr. O’Donnell, my name is Violet Sanford; I’m a songwriter—I just wanted to give this to you (hands him the tape). I know it’s not the most professional way to submit a tape, but, this is all pretty new to me.
Kev: It’s all pretty new to me, too.
Vi: I just figured if you’re the manager of a club like this, you must know every band on the East coast.
Kev: Manager? (his friends behind him have cocked eyebrows and snicker) Of this club? Um, (turns to his friends) you guys go ahead, I’ll catch up!
Guy: Sure thing, MISTER O’Donnell.
Kev: I don’t usually do this, Violet, um, but I…I have a feeling about you so I’m gonna take your tape and I’m gonna see what I can do.
Vi: Thank you. I can’t believe how easy this was…!
Kev: Neither can I! Uh, you wanna go for some coffee or something?
At this point his boss comes out, chastising him for leaving his dirty apron inside. Kevin tries to make Vi believe he’s the manager by talking back to his boss “That’s Mister O’Donnell—but I’ll let it slide this time!” His boss continues to chastise him and Kevin says “Walt, I’ve warned you about your attitude! You’re fired!” The boss says, “you’d better not push me kid, I can find a hundred other punks like you who can burn a turkey burger!” So Vi now knows he’s not the boss after all. Kevin turns to Vi.
Kev: Maybe we should start over. Uh, I’m Kevin O’Donnell, and I work the grill here at the Fiji Mermaid Club.
Vi: I just made a complete fool of myself. (She turns and walks away)
Kev: (Calling loudly to her as she goes) I was gonna tell you… (and this to himself) I’m almost sure I would have told you.
[Cut to the next scene. He follows her down the dark streets of NYC.]
Kev: I just want you to know, I’m not following you home…I’m just walking myself 26 blocks in the wrong direction.
Vi: (continues walking, calling over her shoulder) I asked you to leave me alone.
Kev: Did I mention how sorry I am? I mean, not that it’s all my fault! You did throw yourself at me!
Vi: (somewhat angrily) Throw myself at you? I was pretending to be sweet and innocent so you’d give me a break!
Kev: Can I ask you a question?
Vi: (Exasperated) What?!
Kev: Is there a reason we just walked in a circle? Are you lost?
Vi: I’m not lost…someone just moved my street.
[They continue walking, with Kevin about 8 steps behind]
Kev: You wanna play a game?….I bet I can guess where you’re from!
Vi: (calling over her shoulder and still walking) I’m about to get out my pepper spray!
Kev: I reckon you’re from a big city…and there’re no signs from here (looking at her backside) of a belly-button ring or a tongue piercing—I’m gonna go with Chicago—
Vi: (Stops and turns to him) Okay, I’ve never had anyone stare at my ass for a half hour so, I’m gonna say ‘Good night’ and I’m hoping you’re gonna say it back.
Kev: Okay, I can take a hint. (He turns and walks away, calling over his shoulder) I really do know a lot of people in the music business!
Vi: You just don’t give up, do ya?
Kev: Well, it was the ‘sweet and innocent’ thing that did me in…
Vi: Good night, Kevin…
Kev: (calling to her, as she’s now farther away) Just for the record, I was only staring at your ass for the first 15 minutes!
