Inside, dawn light is coming in in sheets through mostly-open Venetian blinds. There’s two huge tables covered in trophies, dawn light flicking off them. Gordon rubs his left eye, thinking it is his lazy eye and sometimes, just before lunch when his stomach turns to (hurt)hungry, it comes to cross his mind that he might be going blind or at best be deeply infected behind the eye.

Next door there’s DOORS. Owner and operator, Mister Din is inspecting knobs on his display model doors. He turns them once to the right and twice to the left before dusting and wiping them to a shine. He’s a lackluster man; always expressionless, his mouth a tiny slash in the clay of his head. The weather is something that frequents the thoughts of Mister Din. These weather thoughts are born from a disparate anxiety, not curiosity. He ponders, often to the point of excessive-door knob-shining-frustration, why he has never cared for the weather. He considers a sunny day but feels nothing for it. He stares up to an overcast sky and isn’t bothered. If it rains, that’s okay with Mister Din.

Gary wants to know Mister Din’s first name. Eight years ago Mister Din opened his DOORS directly across the street from his GARY’S PIANO WORLD. In a drawer behind the counter, Gary has a notebook close-to-full of possible first names for Mister Din. Some of them are absurd, others boring, most of them likely. On the days when business is sluggish , Gary becomes crazed by thoughts of Mister Din’s first name.

He paces over to NV TROPHIES and says to Gordon, “You know how people look like a name? Well I don’t think Mister Din looks like any name except Mister Din. You know what I mean? For a long time I was convinced it was Pan but that’s only because I met a Pan once that looked like him.”
“Gary, remember: Pan. Din. His name isn’t going to be Pan Din.”
“What about Cheng? Lei from the takeaway down the road said that’s a common name for men in China.”
“He’s Korean.”

DEADPAN WS OF “NV TROPHIES” AND “DOORS” SHOPFRONTS.

GORDON unlocks front door of NV TROPHIES and enters.

INT. NV TROPHIES - MORNING

DUST CAUGHT IN A SHEET OF MORNING LIGHT ENTERING THROUGH VENETIAN BLINDS.

FACELESS GOLDEN HEADS OF TROPHY STATUETTES.

GORDON sits at the counter, bored, tired, rubbing his left eye.

EXT. DOORS - MORNING

DEADPAN WS OF “DOORS” SHOPFRONT.

INT. DOORS - MORNING

MISTER DIN (owner and operator of DOORS) is cleaning door knobs. He takes great pride in his doors and cleans them compulsively. MISTER DIN is a meagre and astute Korean man.

Happy with his freshly-shined doors knobs, Mister Din empties a bucket of dirty water into the gutter outside his shop. While emptying the bucket, he looks up to see GARY across the street. Unlocking the door to his business, GARY PIANO’S WORLD, Gary catches Mister Din’s eye and gives him a friendly wave. MISTER DIN raises a hand to wave back and almost drops the bucket.

EXT. STREET BETWEEN DOORS AND GARY’S PIANO WORLD - MORNING

WS OF THE STREET BETWEEN THE STORES. MISTER DIN STRUGGLES WITH THE BUCKET OF WATER WHILE GARY GOES INSIDE HIS STORE.

INT. GARY’S PIANO WORLD - MORNING

GARY enters his store. He walks over to an old piano that looks as if it might not be for sale. GARY places his keys and papers from under his arm on top of the piano and sits down. He plays notes from a familiar tune but his mind seems to be elsewhere. In front of him, on the ledge where sheet music is usually placed, there is a notebook. GARY grabs the notebook and leaves the store.

INT. NV TROPHIES - MORNING

GARY enters the store and paces toward GORDON at the counter. GARY is holding up the notebook, excited.

GARY

I think I probably know what Mister Din’s name might be.

GORDON

And what do you probably think it might be Gary?

GARY

It’s Cheng. Lei from the takeaway down the road told me.

GORDON

I had no idea Lei knew Mister Din.

GARY

She doesn’t. She reckons Cheng is the most common name in China and that’s probably his name.

GORDON

He doesn’t really look like a Cheng. And besides, I think he’s from Korea.

GARY

It still might be Cheng. (Beat/GARY becomes disenchanted) But I just don’t think he looks like anything except Mister Din.

GORDON

(grabbing a trophy off the counter and turning his back to Gary)

You’re probably right.

GARY scrawls something in his notebook before turning and pacing toward the door.

GARY

(raising an open palm as if to wave to GORDON)

Thanks Gordon. I’ll catch yer later mate.

GORDON gives a non-chalant wave with his back still turned to GARY.