INT. WEXFORD TOWN CENTRE PUB – DAY
A cozy, lively pub. Customers chat amiably, the atmosphere warm and inviting. The BARMAID, early 30s, cheerful and quick-witted, is serving drinks.
BARMAID
(cheerfully to the next customer)
What’ll yer have, Hun?
The camera pans from the barmaid’s smiling face to reveal the next customer — a HUNNIC WARRIOR, towering and imposing, clad in battle gear, his face marked with the dust of long travels.
HUNNIC WARRIOR
(gruffly, with a Northside Dublin accent)
A pint of Yellowbelly Kellerbier.
He pauses, glancing back towards the entrance, and adds with a straight face:
HUNNIC WARRIOR (CONT’D)
Oh, and a package of nuts for me horse.
The BARMAID nods, unfazed, as she turns to pour the beer.
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The barmaid places the Kellerbier, perfectly poured with a frothy head, in front of the warrior, along with a packet of nuts.
BARMAID
The horse’ll have to stay outside, though.
The warrior nods, lifting the pint to his lips. He takes a long, appreciative draft of the Yellowbelly Kellerbier. His expression softens, visibly impressed.
HUNNIC WARRIOR
(satisfied)
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The warrior, now seated at the bar, with some locals, including the YELLOWBELLY WARRIOR. They are watching a hurling match on the TV mounted on the wall. Wexford are beating Kilkenny.
YELLOWBELLY WARRIOR
(excited)
Go on, go for it … Ah one of yis, ye bad fools!
VOICEOVER
(cheerfully)
Yellowbelly Kellerbier. Brewed for warriors and Wexicans alike. Because some thirsts are timeless.
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A close-up of the Yellowbelly Kellerbier logo, with the tagline beneath it.
TAGLINE
Some Thirsts Are Timeless
FADE OUT.
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