"In writing fiction, the more fantastic the tale, the plainer the prose should be. Don't ask your readers to admire your words when you want them to believe your story." - Ben Bova [ more quotes ]

"GET SHORTY"

by

Scott Frank

Based on a novel

by

Elmore Leonard



BLACK

MAN'S VOICE
Looks fuckin' cold out there.

EXT. VESUVIO'S RESTAURANT MIAMI DAY

It is cold. People walk by hugging themselves, pulling up
their collars, etc.

INT. VESUVIO'S RESTAURANT SAME TIME

CHILI PALMER, late thirties, sits in a booth with TOMMY CARLO,
a low level mob type. Chili smokes a cigarette, stares out
the window at the people on the street.

TOMMY
Guy on the radio said it's gonna get
down to thirty-four.

Chili watches a woman on the sidewalk pause to tighten the
scarf around her neck. She looks in the window, sees Chili
looking out.

TOMMY
Thirty-four - that's freezing, for
Christ sake.
(then)
Yo, Chili, you're spacin'.

Chili turns and studies Tommy a moment, then...

CHILI
They're closing the Granview. You
know, theater down on Biscayne?

TOMMY
Yeah, the guy owes Momo a few G's.

CHILI
What I'm thinkin' is maybe Momo could
buy it.

Tommy looks at him.

CHILI
Momo could buy it, I could run it
for him. Show some Cagney films.

TOMMY
What's Momo gonna want with an old
place, shows old movies people don't
care about no more. Outside of maybe
turnin' it into a porno house, I
don't think he's gonna give much of
a fuck. And you already got a job.

Chili looks back out the window again.

CHILI
Yeah.

We hear LAUGHTER OFF SCREEN and then FOCUS on the window so
that Chili can now see a GROUP OF MEN reflected there, sitting
at a table nearby. We hear MORE LAUGHTER and now Chili turns
and looks over at...

RAY "BONES" BARBONI

Mob guy: tall, loud suit with lots of jewelry. As he gets up
from the table, the other men around the table follow his
lead as he finishes up some jokes.

MOB GUY
...so the guy says, I'm not the
tailor, I'm the undertaker.

The men laugh again, more out of respect than appreciation.
Ray Bones turns, sees...

Chili and Tommy sitting in their booth. Tommy, sucking on a
toothpick, waves.

TOMMY
Ray. How you doing?

RAY BONES
Okay, Tommy. You?

TOMMY
Okay.

Bones focuses on Chili, waits for acknowledgement. But Chili
turns back to the window. Always the peacemaker, Tommy smiles
at Bones again...

TOMMY
You believe this weather, Ray? Miami
Beach, for Christ's sake.

RAY BONES
(ignoring him)
Chili Palmer.
(smiles)
Chilly outside. Chili inside. It's a
regular fuckin' chili-fest. Hey,
waiter - give Mr. Chili Pepper a
big fuckin' bowl of chili!

Again the men all laugh respectfully at Ray Bone's stupid
joke.

Chili smiles the best he can at the idiot...

CHILI
Good to see you, Ray.

He turns back to the window, watches Ray Bones in the
reflection, still cracking up as he and his men head for the
front of the restaurant. Tommy looks at Chili for a moment,
then stands up...

TOMMY
You done starin' out the window,
I'll see you back at the office.

Chili nods, but still doesn't turn from the window. He merely
watches in the glass as Tommy turns up his collar and steps
out into the cold Miami day.

TOMMY
Jesus. It's freezin'!

Chili then puts out the cigarette, nods to the waiter who
comes over with the check.

INT. RESTAURANT COATROOM A FEW MINUTES LATER

From inside the tiny room. A couple of ratty rain coats and
an old flight jacket hang to one side in immediate foreground
as Chili steps into the doorway and freezes. He looks o.s.
and whistles...

CHILI
Hey.

A moment later the MANAGER, an old Italian guy in a black
suit, joins him in the doorway.

CHILI
What happened to my coat?

The Manager peers into the room...

MANAGER
It's not one of these?

CHILI
You see a black leather jacket,
fingertip length, like the one Pacino
wore in Serpico? You don't, you owe
me three seventy-nine.

MANAGER
Maybe you don't see my sign?

The manager points to a sign on the wall: "WE CANNOT BE
RESPONSIBLE FOR LOST ARTICLES"

CHILI
Look, I didn't come down to sunny
Florida to freeze my ass. You follow
me? You get the coat back or you
give me the three seventy-nine my ex-
wife paid for it at Alexander's.

The Manager looks OFF SCREEN, and begins speaking in Italian.

Chili reacts as we hear the name RAY BARBONI mentioned a
couple of times.

MANAGER
Explain to him how Mr. Barboni borrow
the coat.

A WAITER joins Chili and the Manager in the doorway.

CHILI
Ray Bones took my coat? Just now?

WAITER
He didn't take it. He borrow it.
See, someone took his coat, you
know...
(indicates flight
jacket)
...leave this old one. So Mr. Barboni,
he put on this other coat that fit
him pretty good.

CHILI
You mean my coat.

WAITER
He was wearing it, you know, to go
home. He wasn't gonna keep it.

CHILI
My car keys were in that coat.

MANAGER
We call you a taxi.

CHILI
Lemme get this straight. You aren't
responsible for any lost articles
like an expensive coat of mine, but
you're gonna find Ray Bones' coat or
get him a new one? Is that what you're
telling me?

MANAGER
Mr. Barboni is a good customer.
(making sure to add)
Works for Jimmy Capp.

CHILI
I know who he works for. Where's
your phone.

INT. TOMMY CARLO'S CAR DAY

Tommy drives. Chili stares straight ahead, rubs his hands
together, tries to stay warm...

TOMMY
You sure it was Ray Bones took the
coat?

CHILI
That's what the guy said.

TOMMY
(nervous now)
Tomorrow, I see on the TV weather,
it's gonna be nice and warm. You
won't need the coat.

Chili points out the window.

CHILI
This is it.

EXT. VICTOR HOTEL DAY

As Tommy pulls up out front.

INT. CAR SAME TIME

Tommy looks up at the hotel as Chili takes a pair of leather
gloves from top of the dash, opens the door.

Tommy looks over at him.

TOMMY
Hey, Chili.
(Chili pauses)
Get your coat, but don't piss the
guy off, okay? It could get
complicated and we'd have to call
Momo to straighten it out. Then Momo
gets pissed for wasting his time and
we don't need that.

CHILI
Don't worry about it. I won't say
any more than I have to, if that.

EXT. STAIRS DAY

Chili pulls on the gloves as he goes up the stairs to the
third floor.

EXT. DOOR DAY

As Chili knocks on the door three times. He waits, pulls the
right-hand glove on tight, so that when RAY BONES opens the
door, Chili nails him. One punch. No need to throw the left.

RAY BONES
Jesus... Oh, God...

Chili then steps over him into the room and grabs his coat
from a chair. He looks over at Ray Bones bent over, blood
running from his nose and mouth, blood all over his hands,
his shirt.

RAY BONES
Fuck, man...

Chili walks out. Doesn't say one word to Ray Bones.

EXT. BARBER SHOP DAY

A warmer day. The sun is shining. All is quiet.

INT. BARBER SHOP SAME TIME

The place is empty except for FRED and ED, the two old barbers
sitting in the chairs, reading newspapers.

ED
You been there, haven't you?

INT. BARBER SHOP BACKROOM SAME TIME

A room Tommy and Chili use as an office. Chili sits at the
desk making entries in the collection book. We can hear the
two old barbers talking OFF SCREEN...

FRED (O.S.)
Paris? Yeah, I been there plenty
times. It's right offa Seventy-nine.

ED (O.S.)
Hell it is. It's on Sixty-eight.
Seventeen miles from Lexington.

FRED (O.S.)
What're you talking about, Paris,
Kentucky, or Paris, Tennessee?

Silence. No answer to the question. Chili look up from the
collection book, listens a moment to nothing.

He opens the desk drawer and pulls out a .38. He aims the
gun at the open doorway...

OVER CHILI'S SHOULDER

As Ray Bones, a bandage on his nose, appears in the back
hall, then the doorway to the office, his face showing
surprise to see a gun aimed at him...

Ray Bones begins firing the big Colt auto in his hand, maybe
before he's ready, the gun making an awful racket, when Chili
pulls the trigger, shooting Ray Bones along the top of his
head, creasing him from hairline to crown.

Chili calmly gets to his feet. Aims once more - probably
lower this time - but doesn't fire as Ray Bones grabs his
head and stumbles out of there.

RAY BONES (O.S.)
Somebody call 9 fucking 11.

EXT. MIAMI HARBOR DAY

Ray Bones, a bandage on his head now as well as his nose,
sits on a cigarette boat with his boss, JIMMY CAP and two
bikini clad BABES, both of whom rub lotion on Jimmy.

JIMMY
Whatta you want me to do Ray? Go to
war over a fuckin coat? You're lucky
the guy didn't kill you. The coat
was a Christmas present for Christ's
sake.

RAY BONES
You gotta do somethin', Jimmy. This
man's got no respect for us.

JIMMY
He's got no respect for you, and I
don't gotta do shit. Chili Palmer
don't work for me, he works for Momo
up in Brooklyn. So as long as Momo's
around, nothing happens to Chili
Palmer. You understand?

As an angry Ray Bones sits back, we...

FADE TO BLACK:

EXT. BROOKLYN STREET NIGHT

We TILT DOWN to REVEAL a dark Brooklyn street as a black
Cadillac pulls to a stop in front of an older building.

VOICE
Momo. We're here.

Two big guys, BODYGUARDS, get out of the car. One of them
opens the back door for a huge man, MOMO, who gets out of
the car and looks up at the dark building...

MOMO
You check this place out good? If
I'm going up alone, I don't want no
surprises.

BODYGUARD
I checked it out, boss.

INT. BROOKLYN TENEMENT BUILDING NIGHT

Momo eyes the bodyguards - both nervous - then starts up
the steps. We follow Momo as he enters the building, goes up
the dark stairwell... up one flight... we're behind him the
whole time...

When he gets to the top floor, Momo pauses to catch his
breath, before moving on down the hall to a door. Momo knocks.

VOICE
Yeah?

MOMO
It's Momo.

VOICE
Come in.

Momo slowly opens the door... when, suddenly, the apartment
is FLOODED WITH LIGHT so that we see a room full of PEOPLE,
a banner on the back wall reading "HAPPY SIXTY-FIFTH, MOMO!"

EVERYONE
Surprise!

Silence as Momo drops to his knees, gurgles something we
can't understand and falls over. Suddenly a dozen faces are
looking down on us as we then...

CUT TO:

EXT. BARBER SHOP DAY

A beautiful day in Miami.

CHILI (V.O.)
So what're you tellin' me, you're
never gonna go to sleep again?

INT. BARBER SHOP DAY

Chili and Tommy each sit in a barber chair, reading the
newspaper while Fred and Ed sit nearby playing checkers.

TOMMY
No, I said I'm never goin' to bed.
There's a difference. See, the article
says most people die in their beds.
I figure long as I stay outta bed,
I'm safe.

CHILI
That's the dumbest thing I ever heard.
Where do you sleep?

TOMMY
In an armchair. Or I go to a coffee
shop, sleep there. Sit in a booth,
pull my hat down.

A car pulls up. Chili's no longer listening to Tommy, but
now watching as Ray Bones and a BLACK GUY get out of the
car.

TOMMY
How many people you hear ever die in
a coffee shop?

Tommy looks over as Ray Bones - smaller bandage on the top
of his head - and his man enter the shop.

RAY BONES
You cut straight hair in this place,
or just fags?

CHILI
Hey, Bones, looks like you're gonna
have a nice scar up there. Maybe
these guys can fit you with a rug,
cover it up for ya.

Ray Bones eyes Chili, then nods to Fred and Ed.

RAY BONES
Why don't you geezers take your game
over to the park.

The two guys leave as the Black Guy steps up to Chili...

BLACK GUY
This man is the man, you understand
what I'm saying? He's Mr. Bones, you
speak to him from now on.

Chili exchanges a look with Tommy, watches as 'Mr. Bones'
goes down the hall into the back office, then turns to the
black guy...

CHILI
You can do better'n him.

BLACK GUY
Not these days. Not less you can
talk Spanish.

Ray Bones comes out with the collection book open, looking
at all of the names of who owes what.

RAY BONES
You got a miss. Leo Devoe. Guy's six
weeks over.

CHILI
He died.

RAY BONES
How'd you know he died, he tell you?

Ray Bones checks his man to get some appreciation, but the
guy's too busy looking at the hair rinses and shit on the
counter.

CHILI
Yeah, he told me.

RAY BONES
Personally?

CHILI
Yeah, Ray, he personally told me he
got killed in that Get Away Airlines'
jet went down last month.

RAY BONES
What Get Away jet?

CHILI
It was in the Herald.

RAY BONES
Yeah, well, maybe the guy took out
flight insurance. Check with the
wife.

CHILI
Hey, it's your book now. You want to
check it out, go ahead. He's got a
dry cleaning business out on Federal
Highway.

Tommy gives Chili a look as the Black Guy comes over to Chili,
stands next to him. Ray Bones steps over to Chili...

RAY BONES
Momo's dead. Which means anything
was his now belongs to Jimmy Capp,
including you.

Tommy watches as the Black Guy picks up a pair of scissors,
runs his hand along the edge...

RAY BONES
Which also means when I speak, I'm
speakin' for Jimmy. So e.g. as of
now, you start affording me the proper
respect.

CHILI
'E.g.' means 'for example', Ray. I
think what you wanna say is 'i.e.'

RAY BONES
Bullshit. E.g. is short for 'ergo'.

CHILI
Ask your man here.

Ray Bones looks at the Black Guy.

BLACK GUY
Best a my knowledge, e.g. means 'for
example.'

RAY BONES
E.g., i.e., fuck you. The point is,
I say jump, you say okay. Okay?

TOMMY
(for Chili)
Yeah, Ray. Okay.

Ray Bones then nods to his man who grabs Chili, holds the
point of the scissors to Chili's throat...

RAY BONES
You owe me the dry cleaner's fifteen
grand plus the juice which is what
another, uhh...

CHILI
Twenty seven hundred.

RAY BONES
Exactly. You either get it from the
wife or out of your own pocket, I
don't give a fuck. You don't ever
hand me a book with a miss in it.

Ray throws the book at Chili and walks out, his man right
behind him. Chili looks over at Tommy.

TOMMY
I told you not to -

CHILI
Don't say a fuckin' word.

EXT. FAY DEVOE'S BACKYARD DUSK

Where Chili sits with FAY DEVOE - thirties, attractive, in
a sundress - on her patio. They each have a drink...

FAY
I hate the dry cleaning business. I
hate being inside all day, around
all those machines.

CHILI
Must be hot.

FAY
You have no idea how hot it is.

She looks at him. Touches her drink to the side of her face.
Chili finishes his drink, sets it down.

CHILI
I was wondering, Fay, if Leo had any
life insurance.

FAY
I don't know of any.

They sit there in silence a moment. Fay reaches over, puts a
hand on his leg...

FAY
I trust you, Chili. I think you're a
decent type of man, even if you are
a crook.

CHILI
Thank you Fay.

She finally looks at Chili...

FAY
I wish he really was dead, the son
of a bitch.

EXT. LAS VEGAS NIGHT

The strip. Mesas Casino.

CUT TO:

CLOSE UP OF PHOTOGRAPH

Leo Devoe. Standing with Fay at Epcot Center.

DICK (V.O.)
That's him all right.

PULL BACK TO REVEAL...

INT. DICK ALLEN'S OFFICE NIGHT

A sign on the door reads "DICK ALLEN, CUSTOMER RELATIONS." A
bank of video monitors show the floor of the casino. Chili
sits across the desk from DICK ALLEN lots of jewelry, a
giant NEON COWGIRL out the window behind him.

DICK
Called himself Larry DeMille. Hit on
every showgirl in town. Would tell
'em he was the 'Martinizing King of
Miami'. What a moron.

He returns the snapshot to Chili.

DICK
Anyway, you want this guy, he's in
L.A. We put him on a flight after he
spanked one a my cocktail girls in
the Keno room.

CHILI
Leo spanked a waitress?

DICK
Apparently, way it went, he invited
her to come to Santa Anita to play
the ponies with him. She told him
what to do with that and he gave her
one on the tush. My guess, he's by
his lonesome at the track right now.

Chili nods.

DICK
Hey, Chil? Since you're goin' out to
L.A. anyway.

CHILI
What've you got?

DICK
Guy owes us a hundred and fifty grand,
sixty days over; a movie producer.

CHILI
Movie producer? Yeah, why not.

As Dick Allen reaches for a pad of paper, we hear THE SOUND
OF AN AIRPLANE OVER...

EXT. LAX RENTAL CAR LOT NIGHT

It's raining as we TILT DOWN from a LANDING AIRPLANE to a
National Car Rental BUS arriving next to a tan MINIVAN. Chili
eyes the car a moment, then turns to the driver.

CHILI
What is this?

ATTENDANT
An Oldsmobile Silhouette.

CHILI
I reserved a Cadillac.

ATTENDANT
Yeah, well, this one's the Cadillac
of minivans.

CHILI
You're kidding me, right?

ATTENDANT
Hey, you want La Tierra Rent-A-Car
just over there, but I think all
they got are Rabbit convertibles.

Chili gives the driver a look then gets out of the bus,
standing there in the rain, his seat getting wet, nowhere to
go. He turns and stares at the minivan...

EXT. KAREN FLORES' HOUSE NIGHT

All the lights are out, save the BLUE GLOW of a television
coming from one of the downstairs rooms...

WOMAN'S VOICE
(loud whisper)
Harry?

INT. KAREN FLORES' BEDROOM NIGHT

As KAREN FLORES, pretty, endowed, sits up in bed wearing a
Lakers T-shirt, nothing else. She looks at the big shape
lying under the covers beside her.

KAREN
Harry.

The shape doesn't move. She shakes it.

KAREN
Harry, God damn it, somebody's
downstairs.

The shape stirs, rolls over, and we see HARRY ZIMM, balding,
overweight; a movie producer. He sits up.

HARRY
What's wrong?

KAREN
Be quiet and listen.

HARRY
I don't hear anything.

We hear VOICES downstairs.

KAREN
Shhh - there.

And now LAUGHTER...

HARRY
Sounds like the television.

She looks at him...

KAREN
When I came upstairs, you stayed to
finish your drink. I told you to
turn off the TV when you were through.
(an afterthought)
Come to think of it, I also told you
you could sleep in the maid's room.

HARRY
Yeah, well I turned off the set. I
used the remote control thing and
laid it on the floor. You know what
could've happened? The dog came in
and stepped on it, turned the TV
back on.

KAREN
I don't have a dog.

HARRY
You don't? What happened to Muff?

KAREN
Harry, are you going down, or you
want me to?

He grunts, gets out of bed. Starts looking around the room
for his clothes. Harry looks out the window...

HARRY
Anyone skim the pool? It needs it.

KAREN
Harry -

HARRY
I'm going.

INT. HALLWAY SAME TIME

The MONOTONE VOICES become louder and more distinct as Harry
moves down the curved staircase in his shirt and boxer shorts.
One of the voices is familiar...

We can see this is a nice place as Harry crosses the entry
hall to a doorway, the FLICKERING LIGHT of the television
emitting from inside the room.

Harry listens at the door. Yeah, it's David Letterman.

INT. KAREN'S STUDY SAME TIME

Harry moves into the glow of the big Sony, the rest of the
room dark. On the tube, Dave is interviewing actor Martin
Weir when suddenly the screen goes black and the desk lamp
comes on. Harry jumps...

HARRY
Jesus Christ!

Chili leans into the light, keeps his tone quiet, controlled.

CHILI
Harry Zimm, how you doing? I'm Chili
Palmer.

Harry presses a hand against his chest.

HARRY
Jesus, if I have a heart attack, I
hope you know what to do.

CHILI
Where you been, Harry?

Harry lets his hand slide down over his belly, taking his
time, wanting to show that he has it together now.

HARRY
Have we met? I don't recall.

CHILI
We just did. I told you my name's
Chili Palmer.

Harry stares back, trying to figure out who this guy is.

HARRY
You're in pictures, right?

Chili smiles. Doesn't say anything.

HARRY
Did you stop to think what if I had
a heart attack?

CHILI
You look okay to me, Harry. Come
over here and sit down. Tell me what
you been up to.

Harry takes one of the canvas director's chairs by the desk.
He looks at a bottle of Dewars sitting there, runs a hand
through his hair, thinks about a drink...

CHILI
Harry, look at me.

Harry brings his hand down.

HARRY
I'm looking at you.

CHILI
I want you to keep looking right
here, okay?

HARRY
That's what I'm doing.

CHILI
You know Dick Allen, Mesa's Casino?

HARRY
Dick Allen's a very dear friend of
mine. How far you want to go with
this?

CHILI
We're there, Harry. You signed markers
for a hundred and a half, you're
over sixty days past due and you
haven't told anybody what the problem
is.

Harry looks at Chili.

HARRY
Jesus Christ, what're you, a collector
for a fucking casino? You come in
here, walk in the house in the middle
of the fucking night? I thought you
were an actor, auditioning, for
Christ's sake.

Chili nods, almost smiles...

CHILI
Is that right? That's interesting.
You thought I was acting, huh?

Harry pushes out of the chair, looks down at Chili.

HARRY
We'll see about this...

Harry grabs the phone, punches the '0'.

HARRY
Operator, how do I get Las Vegas
Information?

CHILI
Harry, lemme give you some advice.

Chili leans forward, hangs up the phone with his index finger,
casually reaches for the receiver...

CHILI
You don't want to act like a hard-
on, you're standing there in your
undies. You know what I'm saying?
What you want to do is sit down and
talk to me.

Harry sits down. Chili hangs up the phone.

CHILI
A marker's like a check, Harry.

HARRY
I know what a marker is.

CHILI
They don't want to deposit yours and
have it bounce. That annoys them. So
your dear friend Dick Allen's been
calling, leaving messages on your
machine, but you never get back to
him. I happen to be in Vegas on
another matter, and Dick asks me as
a favor would I look you up. I follow
you over here, see you in the window
with this woman, looks a lot like
that actress Karen Flores, was in
Grotesque, except she's not blond
anymore...

Harry's gaze moves to the bottle of scotch on the desk...

CHILI
You're not looking at me, Harry.

HARRY
Why do I have to keep looking at
you?

CHILI
I want you to.

HARRY
You gonna get rough now, threaten
me? I make good by tomorrow or get
my legs broken?

CHILI
Come on, Harry - Mesas? The worst
they might do is get a judgment
against you, uttering a bad check. I
can't imagine you want that to happen,
man in your position.

HARRY
Fuckin' basketball game.

Harry reaches for the bottle of scotch and pours himself
drink.

HARRY
Tell Dick Allen I'll cover the markers
in the next sixty days at the most.
He doesn't like it, that's his
problem. The prick.

Harry starts to take another drink, looks at Chili, not
moving.

HARRY
So, you want me to call you a cab?

Chili shakes his head, keeps staring at Harry, but with a
different expression now, more thoughtful, curious.

CHILI
You make movies, huh?

HARRY
I produce feature motion pictures,
no TV. You mentioned Grotesque, that
happened to be Grotesque Part II
that Karen Flores was in. She starred
in all three of my Slime Creatures
releases you might have seen.

Chili nods, leans forward on the desk.

CHILI
I think I got an idea for a movie.

INT. KAREN FLORES' BEDROOM NIGHT

Karen is sitting up in bed, listening. We hear the muffled
sounds of Chili and Harry talking downstairs. She gets out
of bed...

INT. HALLWAY SAME TIME

Chili and Harry's conversation gets louder as Karen descends
the stairs. She peers into the study, but they're not in
there...

INT. KITCHEN SAME TIME

Chili sits with Harry at a butcher block table, a bottle of
Dewars and a couple of glasses now between them.

CHILI
Yeah, Leo wore these little plaid
hats - Miami, middle of the summer,
this guy thinks no one's gonna notice
he's balding, he wears a fuckin'
hat.

Harry looks up past Chili, smiles.

HARRY
Karen?

Chili turns aronud and sees her standing in the doorway now,
her arms folded across that chest, the Lakers T-shirt coming
down just past her crotch.

HARRY
Karen, say hello to Chili Palmer.
Chili, this is Karen Flores.

CHILI
Karen, it's a pleasure. How you doing?

KAREN
How did you get in the house?

HARRY
He's telling me an idea for a movie.
It's not bad so far.
(motions with his
glass)
Sit down, have a drink.
(to Chili)
Tell Karen, let's see what she thinks.

KAREN
Maybe you didn't hear me.

CHILI
The door from the patio, in back.

KAREN
You broke in?

CHILI
No, it was open. It wasn't locked.

KAREN
What if it was?

Chili doesn't say anything, just watches her, likes the way
she's handling it.

HARRY
You want to hear this idea? It's
about a dry cleaner who scams an
airline out of three hundred grand.
Go on, tell her.

CHILI
You just did.

HARRY
I mean, the way you told it to me.
Start at the beginning, we see how
the story line develops.

Chili looks at Karen. She leans in the doorway.

CHILI
Well, basically, this guy owes a
shylock fifteen thousand, plus he's
a few weeks behind on the vig, the
interest you have to pay.

KAREN
I know what a vig is.

HARRY
It's the kind of situation, you don't
pay, you get your legs broken.

CHILI
Or the guy thinks he could get 'em
broken. You have to understand the
loan shark's in business the same as
anybody else. He isn't in it to hurt
people. He's in it to make money.

EXT. LEO DEVOE'S HOUSE DAY

As we see Chili talking to Fay on the front porch.

CHILI (V.O.)
But the dry cleaner, we'll call him
Leo, he's scared, doesn't know any
better, so he takes off -

INT. KAREN'S KITCHEN NIGHT

As Harry jumps in...

HARRY
That's Miami. He's going to Vegas.
He's got a few bucks and he's thinking
it's his only chance.

INT. AIRPLANE DAY

We see a fidgety LEO DEVOE, a little guy in a crummy suit
and a little green hat sitting there in coach, looking around.

CHILI (V.O.)
Leo gets on a plane, ready to go,
but the plane sits there at the gate,
doesn't move.

Behind Leo sits a BRAT with his MOM and DAD. The parents are
trying to entertain the kid with the G.I. Joes, other stuff
they've brought along, but the kid spots Leo's hat as Leo
looks up to listen to an announcement...

CHILI (V.O.)
They announce over the PA there's
some kind of mechanical problem,
they'll be there maybe an hour, but
keep your seats in case they get it
fixed sooner.

Leo gets really uncomfortable now...

CHILI (V.O.)
The guy's nervous, in no shape to
just sit there, sweat it out. So he
gets off the plane...

As Leo gets up from his seat, the kid knocks off Leo's little
green hat, and we...

CUT TO:

INT. MIAMI AIRPORT COCKTAIL LOUNGE DAY

As Leo downs a drink, looks around for the waitress...

CHILI (V.O.)
Goes in the cocktail lounge and starts
throwing 'em down, one after the
other.

He's motioning to her for another, when we see a PLANE taxi
past the window in the b.g...

CHILI (V.O.)
When the plane pulls away from the
gate.

INT. KAREN'S KITCHEN NIGHT

As Harry interrupts.

HARRY
Without him. The guy's so out of it
he doesn't even know it's gone.

CHILI
That's right. As a matter of fact...

INT. COCKTAIL LOUNGE DAY

A shit-faced Leo struggles to keep his head up as he watches
the waitress look out the window and gasp...

CHILI (V.O.)
He's still in the lounge when a plane
blows up on the runway...

We see a BIG FIREBALL in the b.g. as Leo's head hits the
table.

INT. KAREN'S KITCHEN NIGHT

As Chili lights a cigarette.

CHILI
So when the guy finds out it was his
flight, he can't believe it. If he'd
stayed on that plane, he'd be dead.
Right then he knows his luck has
changed. If everybody thinks he's
dead he won't have to pay back the
fifteen or what he owes on the vig,
four and a half a week.

Chili offers the pack to Karen. Karen doesn't move.

KAREN
The interest is four hundred and
fifty dollars a week on fifteen
thousand?

CHILI
That's right. Three percent.

KAREN
But a week. That's a hundred and
fifty percent a year.

CHILI
A hundred and fifty-six. Some'll
charge you more'n that, go as high
as six for five on a short-term loan.
So three a week's not too bad.

KAREN
A real bargain.

She shakes her head, keeps her arms folded. Chili watches
her, likes the way she's giving it to him.

HARRY
Keep going.

CHILI
Well, since Leo's name was on the
passenger list...

INT. AIRPORT HANGER DAY

As an FFA OFFICIAL leads Fay, a black veil over her face,
amongst tables full of charred items...

CHILI (V.O.)
They bring his wife out to the airport
where they're going through personal
effects, whatever wasn't burned up.
Leo's bags were on the plane, so the
wife tells 'em what to look for,
things only she would know about.

FAY REACTS as the FFA guy points to a LITTLE GREEN HAT on
one of the tables. She grabs it, clutches it to her chest,
pretends to faint.

INT. KAREN'S KITCHEN NIGHT

As Karen finds herself listening, despite herself.

CHILI
A couple days ago by, people from
the airliner come to see his wife,
tell her how sorry they are and all
that their plane exploded and offer
her a settlement, the amount based
on what he would've earned operating
the dry cleaner's the rest of his
life. Leo had some kind of trouble
with his kidneys, so they were giving
him about ten years.

KAREN
How much is the wife offered?

Chili starts to speak, but Harry cuts him off.

HARRY
Three hundred grand, and they take
it, money in hand, babe. The guy has
his wife cash the check and he takes
off for Las Vegas with the dough.
Gets there, he's supposed to call
her, tell her when to come out. But
she never hears from him again.

Meanwhile, the guy's hot, runs the three hundred up to half
a million...

CHILI
He comes to L.A...

Harry raises his hand to stop Chili. He's rolling, turns to
Karen now...

HARRY
It drives the guy nuts, he's winning
but can't tell anybody who he is.
You show in a back story his
motivation, his desire to be famous,
you know, pal around with celebrities,
the headliners doing the big rooms.
Now he's got the dough to buy his
way in, mix with celebs and he can't
resist...

Harry then turns back to Chili.

HARRY
So he comes to L.A...

CHILI
I don't know about his wanting to
meet celebrities, that's something
new. But, yeah, he comes to L.A.
Then after that, I don't know what
happens.

Chili looks at Karen. Patient. Not moving.

HARRY
That's it? That's your movie?

CHILI
I said I had an idea, that's all.

HARRY
That's half a movie, with holes in
it. Maybe forty minutes of screen
time. You don't even have a girl, a
female lead, and on top of that,
there's no one to sympathize with,
you don't have a good guy.

CHILI
The shylock's the good guy.

HARRY
The shylock? He's barely mentioned.
And it's not believable the wife
would get a settlement that fast.

KAREN
Harry doesn't realize it's a true
story.

They both look at her now.

KAREN
That Miami flight that went down, it
was on the news every day for about
a week. Harry must've been busy.

HARRY
That's where you got the idea?

CHILI
Part of it, yeah.

HARRY
Wait a minute, you're not the guy,
are you? The dry cleaner?

CHILI
You mean, Leo?

HARRY
You wouldn't be talking to me if you
were.

CHILI
I'm not the guy, Harry.

HARRY
But you work for the casino?

CHILI
I'm out here looking for Leo. I just
looked you up as a favor to your
dear friend, Dick Allen.

HARRY
So you don't work for the casino?

KAREN
Harry, for God's sake...

They both look at her.

KAREN
He's the shylock.

She's staring at Chili again. Harry turns to him.

HARRY
Is that right, that's what you do
for a living?

CHILI
What I did till recently.
(looking at Karen)
After I get done here I'll think
about what I'm gonna do next.

KAREN
With your experience, you could always
become an agent. Right, Harry?

HARRY
Yeah, that's what we need. More
agents.

KAREN
Well. I got an audition tomorrow.

HARRY
No problem. You go on off to bed.

Karen looks at the two of them sitting there. Not about to
move.

KAREN
What I'm saying, Harry, is I want
you and your new buddy to get out of
my house.

HARRY
Oh, yeah, sure.

CHILI
Nice meeting you, Karen.

She just looks at him, turns and walks out. Chili watches
her go.

Harry watches Chili, pours the last of the scotch into Chili's
glass...

HARRY
I imagine in your line of work, there
were times you had to get rough, you
know, say one of your customers
stopped paying.

CHILI
They always paid.

Harry nods, thinks a moment, then...

HARRY
You pack a gun?

CHILI
Not really.

HARRY
What does that mean?

CHILI
Maybe a few times I have.

HARRY
Ever shot anybody.

CHILI
Once.

HARRY
Really? You ever been arrested?

CHILI
I've been picked up a couple times.
Loan sharking. Racketeering. But I
was never convicted. I'm clean.

HARRY
Racketeering, that covers a lot of
ground, doesn't it?

Chili looks at him.

CHILI
Why don't you get to the point, Harry?
You want me to do something for you.

EXT. FAY DEVOE'S HOUSE MORNING

As a Cadillac Eldorado pulls up out front and Ray Bones and
his man get out, check out the neighborhood...

RAY BONES
Hi, I'm Ray, a friend of Chili
Palmer's.

INT. FAY DEVOE'S HOUSE MORNING

Fay watches as Ray Bones and his man go through her things.

RAY BONES
Have you spoken to Mr. Palmer since
your husband... you know, blew up?

FAY
Maybe once or twice.

RAY BONES
(coming over)
What was it you talked about?

FAY
Oh, nothing really? This and that.

Ray Bones hits Fay Devoe in the face. She drops to her knees
and cries out. Ray Bones crouches down in front of her, puts
a hand in her hair.

RAY BONES
Fay...
(pulls her head up)
Fay.

She looks at him. Afraid now, her nose is bleeding. Ray Bones
smiles at her, strokes her hair.

RAY BONES
Fay, I want us to be friends. And
friends don't hit each other, 'less
they have to.
(she nods)
So whatta you say we start all over
and you tell me exactly what the
fuck is goin' on?

EXT. SUNSET BOULEVARD MORNING

As we BOOM DOWN from a massive billboard for the movie
Bonaparte starring Martin Weir as Napoleon and begin tracking
with Harry's eight-year-old, battered Mercedes...

INT. HARRY'S CAR SAME TIME

Harry drives, all the while gesturing with a lit cigarette.

HARRY
These guys, my investors, they run a
limo service, came to me originally,
put money in a few of my pictures
and did okay, they're happy. So they
come in on another deal - this was
back a few months ago when I was
planning what would be my next
picture, about this band of killer
circus freaks that travel around the
country leaving bodies in their wake.
The characters, there's this seven-
hundred-pound fat lady who has a way
of seducing guys, gets them in her
trailer -

CHILI
Harry, look at me.

Harry looks at him. Chili takes away his cigarette.

CHILI
You're trying to tell me how you
fucked up without sounding stupid,
and that's hard to do. Let's just
get to where you're at, okay? You
blew the two hundred grand the limo
guys gave you in Vegas on a basketball
game and you haven't told 'em about
it. Why not?

HARRY
Because they're not the type of guys
would take it with any degree of
understanding or restraint. The first
thing they'd do is break my legs.

CHILI
You got that on the brain, Harry. If
you're so scared of 'em why'd you
take their money to Vegas to begin
with?

HARRY
Because I need half a million to buy
a script.

CHILI
For a movie?

HARRY
A blockbuster. But quality. No mutants
or maniacs. This one's gonna be my
"Driving Miss Daisy".

CHILI
What's it called?

HARRY
"Mr. Lovejoy".

CHILI
"Mr. Lovejoy"? That's the title?

HARRY
It's not bad when you know what it's
about.

Harry pulls to the curb, faces Chili...

HARRY
Murray Saffrin, guy who wrote it,
did all my Grotesque pictures, had
it in a drawer for twenty years. He
shows it to me one day, tells me
he's got a star interested, would I
produce it.

CHILI
Who's the star?

Harry points across the street to the Cafe Med where we see
a RED FERRARI convertible parked out the front. We see MARTIN
WEIR and a WOMAN with jet-black hair sitting at a table...

HARRY
Two time academy award nominee, Martin
Weir.

CHILI
Martin Weir. He played the mob guy
that turned snitch in "The Cyclone".

HARRY
One of his best parts.

CHILI
No, his best part was the cripple
gay guy that climbed Mt. Whitney.

HARRY
"Ride the Clouds". Good picture.

They watch Martin and the girl a moment...

CHILI
She looks familiar.

HARRY
She's a rock star. Every day, same
time, they come down here and have
breakfast. He has the egg white
omelet; she has the banana pancakes.
He sits facing west so he can see
his billboard. She faces east so she
has an excuse to wear the shades.

Harry pulls out, starts driving again...

HARRY
Anyway, Murray has this shrink, who
also happens to be Martin's personal
trainer's shrink. Murray gives the
shrink the script and the shrink
gives it to Martin's trainer who
reads it to Martin while they work
out, and Martin flips. Loves it.

CHILI
So what's the problem?

HARRY
The problem is Murray. He and a few
other blocked screenwriters went
river rafting down the Kern a few
weeks ago. Murray never made it back.

CHILI
He drown?

HARRY
Heart attack. Apparently they brought
a couple hookers along.

Chili nods, looks up at an ANGELYNE billboard...

HARRY
Doris, Murray's widow, finds out
about this Martin Weir thing and
says since Murray and I never had
any written contract, she wants five
hundred grand for the script.

CHILI
So you're thinking what if I was to
put you next to my dry cleaner. Ask
him if he wants to invest his money
in a movie.

HARRY
That, or I'm thinking what if some
tragic accident were to befall the
widow Saffrin -

CHILI
I'm not gonna pop her, Harry.

HARRY
Just a thought.

CHILI
But I could talk to the limo guys.
Tell 'em to leave you alone for a
while. Make the point in a way they'd
understand it.

HARRY
You don't even know these guys.

CHILI
Harry, I probably know 'em better
than you do.

HARRY
What do you get out of this?

CHILI
Let's see how we get along.

EXT. PARKING LOT DAY

BO CATLETT, black, tall, put together in a tan outfit: suit,
shirt, tie, lies on the hood of a BLACK STRETCH LIMO, his
back against the windshield, reading Daily Variety, a headline
proclaiming "BONAPARTE STANDS TALL AT THE B.O." We hear the
sound of an AIRPLANE and he checks his watch.

He casually folds the newspaper as a 747 screams past directly
overhead and we...

PULL BACK TO REVEAL...

LAX DAY

As Bo Catlett pounds twice on the fender...

BO CATLETT
That's us.

INT. SOVEREIGN TERMINAL DAY

Bo Catlett walks through the terminal. We hear the arrival
of the Miami flight announced over the PA as Catlett stops
at one of the gates.

We see a plane pulling into the gate through the glass as Bo
Catlett checks out the other people waiting to greet the
flight...

Like, for example, the YOUNG DUDE in jeans and a wool shirt
hanging out.

Bo Catlett studies him a moment, then sits down in one of
the chairs. He looks over at...

A BIG MAN, bearded, wearing a loud Hawaiian shirt, and
carrying a three-year-old GIRL in his arms. The girl licks
an ice-cream, spilling some on Daddy's shirt...

Bo Catlett looks over as disembarking PASSENGERS start coming
through the gate.

As a LATINO MAN gets off the plane and glances around. He
looks uncomfortable in the loose-fitting suit, like a migrant
dressed for Saturday night.

The Latino Man lays his TICKET ENVELOPE on top of the trash
container near the gateway...

INSERT TICKET ENVELOPE

The name "Y. PORTILLO" printed on the outside. The big man
with the little girl picks up the ticket and walks away.

As the Latino Man heads straight for Bo Catlett.

BO CATLETT
Don't say nothing to me. Sit down
and act like you're waiting for
somebody supposed to meet you.

LATINO MAN
The fock you taking about...

Hitting the word hard, like Tony Montana in "Scarface".

LATINO MAN
They nobody know me here, man. Give
me the focking money.

BO CATLETT
Sit down. Now be looking. Man over
to your right in the blue wool shirt
hanging out... the other way,
derecho...

Bo Catlett hunches over to rest his arms on his thighs, so
that the Latino Man is now between him and the dude in the
wool shirt.

BO CATLETT
That's a federal officer, most likely
DEA. He moves his leg look for the
bulge. You savvy bulge? That's his
backup piece... Hey. Try it without
looking right at him if you can.

The Latino Man, trying to be cool about it, checks out the
dude in the wool shirt. Sure enough, there's a bulge down
near the guy's ankle.

BO CATLETT
What's your name?

LATINO MAN
(nervous now)
Yayo. Portillo.

BO CATLETT
Alright, Yayo, you know he's there,
now forget about him. Now I'm gonna
get up. Soon as I'm gone, you sit
down in this same seat I'm in. You
feel something under your ass it's
the key to a locker where your half
a million is. Along with some product
we're returning.

Nervous now, Yayo is staring at the guy with the wool shirt.

YAYO
You suppose to give me the focking
money yourself.

Bo Catlett gets up, adjusts his suit jacket, smoothing the
long roll lapel.

BO CATLETT
Try to be cool Yahoo. I told you
where it is. Do it how I told you
and have a safe trip home. Or as you
all say, vaya con Dios, motherfucker.

Bo Catlett walks off, leaving Yayo sitting there, confused
now, not quite sure what to do.

CLOSE ON HAND HOLDING TICKET ENVELOPE

The name "Y. PORTILLO" written on the jacket.

PULL BACK TO REVEAL...

BAGGAGE CLAIM DAY

Where the Big Man in the Hawaiian shirt waits by the carousel.
His LITTLE GIRL HOLDS THE TICKET ENVELOPE. The man grabs a
case from the carousel and walks to the door. He tears the
baggage claim stub from the envelope and hands it to the
SECURITY GUARD.

EXT. BAGGAGE CLAIM DAY

As the Big Man and the little girl walk to the black stretch
parked at the curb, RONNIE WINGATE, an aging surfer in a
suede jacket and running shoes, holds the door open for them.

RONNIE
Like fucking clockwork, eh Bear?

BEAR / BIG MAN
Don't cuss in front of Farrah.

The Bear hands the case to Bo Catlett who sits in the back
of the limo...

GIRL
Hi, Bo.

BO CATLETT
How you doing, sweetie?

As Ronnie gets in back with Bo Catlett, The Bear puts his
daughter in a toddler seat up front, then gets behind the
wheel.

GIRL
Here we go!

EXT. HARRY'S OFFICE DAY

Two stories, part of a block of white store fronts on Sunset
near La Cienega.

INT. HARRY'S OFFICE DAY

Light filters through venetian blinds, illuminating a desk
stacked with folders, magazines, scripts, papers, unopened
mail, hotel ashtrays, a brass lamp, a clock and two
telephones.

HARRY
I once asked this literary agent
what type of writing brought the
most money and the agent says, 'Ransom
notes.'

Chili stands looking over some of the old photographs as
Harry goes through the mess on the desk. There are some of
Karen, Harry with a much younger, blonde Karen. Harry with
giant bugs, Harry shaking hands with mutants and maniacs,
and so on.

HARRY
Here it is... "Mr. Lovejoy".

Harry hands a script to Chili. Chili examines the cover, the
first time he's ever held a movie script. He opens it to the
middle...

CHILI
Lovejoy sits behind the wheel,
watching the bar across the street,
getting his video camera ready for
action...
(looks up)
What's he doing? Following a guy?

HARRY
Read it. It's a grabber.

Chili looks out the window as we see a long black stretch
limo pull up to the curb down on the street...

CHILI
Hey, Harry? I think your investors
are here.

EXT. HARRY'S OFFICE SAME TIME

As the Bear opens the door for Bo Catlett and Ronnie...

INT. HARRY'S OFFICE SAME TIME

As Harry moves away from the window.

HARRY
Jesus...

Chili tosses the script on the desk, moves between a pair of
fat red leather chairs.

CHILI
All right, Harry, make sure the limo
guys sit here, not over on the sofa.

Harry is tugging the string to lower the blinds behind the
desk.

CHILI
No leave 'em up, we want the light
in their eyes. I'll be at the desk...
but don't introduce me, let it go,
just start talking. You're gonna be
here, behind 'em when they sit down.

HARRY
They'll be looking at you. They don't
know who you are.

CHILI
That's right, they're wondering,
who's this guy? You don't tell 'em.
Understand, Harry? Do not tell 'em
who I am.

Harry glances off as we hear RONNIE SINGING down the hall.

RONNIE (O.S.)
In the year 2525... if man is still
alive...

HARRY
So what do I say to them?

CHILI
You don't say any more'n you have
to. You say, 'Well, I'm glad you
assholes stopped by, so I can set
you straight.'

HARRY
You're kidding, right?

RONNIE (O.S.)
If woman can survive...

CHILI
You tell 'em the movie's been
postponed. Say, till next year, if
you want. But don't tell 'em why or
what you're doing. Understand, Harry?
You don't tell 'em anything about
Mr. Lovejoy.

And the door opens. Chili sits behind the desk, watching the
two of them come into the office. Ronnie singing...

RONNIE
They may find...

He looks about the office... at the old photographs...

RONNIE
Harry, what year is it, man? We enter
a time warp? I feel like I'm back in
Hollywood of yesteryear.

Harry waves them right into the two cracked red leather chairs
facing the desk. Chili watches as Catlett comes first. Sitting
down, he nods to Chili who ignores him.

HARRY
Have a seat... right over here...

Ronnie sits down in the chair and hooks one leg over the
arm, swings it up and down, his motor running on some
chemical. He too stares at Chili.

HARRY
This is my associate, Chili Palmer,
who'll be working with me.

Harry already forgetting his instructions. Chili can't believe
it.

The limo guys nod to Chili and Chili nods back, trying to
catch Harry's eye.

HARRY
I want to make sure there's no
misunderstanding here. Despite rumors
you might have heard, your investment
in Freaks is as sound as the day you
signed your participation agreement.

Ronnie has his face raised to the ceiling.

RONNIE
I can hear you, but where the fuck
are you, man?

BO CATLETT
(looking at Chili)
What I been wondering is where's he
been.

RONNIE
Yeah, where've you been? We haven't
heard from you lately.

Harry comes around to stand at one side of the desk, his
back to the window...

HARRY
I've been off scouting locations.
Interviewing actors in New York.

Chili's gaze moves from Ronnie the fool to Bo Catlett the
dude, the man composed, elbows on the chair arms, his hands
steepled in front of him.

HARRY
The main thing I want to tell you,
the start date for Freaks is being
pushed back a little, a few months.

Ronnie stops bouncing his leg.

RONNIE
A few months?

HARRY
Maybe longer. We need prep time.

RONNIE
Hey, Harry? Bullshit. We have an
agreement with you, man.

HARRY
We're gonna make the picture. I've
just got another project to do first,
that's all. One I promised this guy
years ago.

Chili shakes his head, he can't believe he's hearing this.
Ronnie sits up straight.

RONNIE
I want to see your books, Harry.
Show me where it is, a two with five
zeroes after it in black and white,
man. I want to see your books and
your bank statements.

CHILI
Hey, Ronnie? Look at me.

BOOM. Ronnie looks over. So does Bo Catlett for that matter.

CHILI
You have a piece of a movie, that's
all. You don't have a piece of Harry.
He told you we're doing another movie
first. And that's the way it's gonna
be.

RONNIE
Excuse me. But who the fuck are you?

CHILI
I'm the one telling you how it is.
That's not too hard to figure out,
is it?

Ronnie turns to Bo Catlett, the man not having moved or
changed his expression the last few minutes.

RONNIE
Cat?

Bo Catlett takes his time, gives it some thought. He looks
at Harry...

BO CATLETT
What's this movie you're doing first?

CHILI
Harry, let me answer that.

Catlett looks at Chili again.

CHILI
But first I want to know who I'm
talking to. Am I talking to you, or
am I talking to him?

BO CATLETT
(beat, smiles)
You can talk to me.

CHILI
That's what I thought. So let me put
it this way...

Now it's between them. The guy studies Chili, thinks about
whether or not to make a move, when Harry steps in, reaches
over the desk and picks up a script...

HARRY
This is the project, "Mr. Lovejoy".
I'm not trying to pull anything on
you guys. This is it, right here.

Chili looks at Harry, wonders if there's a way to shut him
up without punching him in the mouth.

RONNIE
"Mr. Loveboy"? What is it, Harry, a
porno flick?

He reaches for the script. Harry backs away, holds the script
to his chest. Bo Catlett notices this.

HARRY
It's nothing. It's fluff. Nothing
you'd be interested in.

Bo Catlett eyes him a beat, then pushes out of his chair...

BO CATLETT
Harry, you think we go to see your
movies? I've seen better film on
teeth. Makes no difference to me
which one our money's in. So how
'bout you take our twenty points out
of "Freaks" and put 'em in this other
one, "Mr. Loverboy".

HARRY
I can't do it.

BO CATLETT
You positive about that?

HARRY
It's a different kind of deal.

Bo Catlett nods, gets up.

BO CATLETT
Okay. Then be good enough to hand us
our money back, or you think about
us coming in on this new one.

RONNIE
By Friday, man, or you're fuckin'
dead as disco.

Ronnie opens his coat so that Harry can see a gun tucked in
his belt...

RONNIE
You hear me?

Bo Catlett gives Ronnie a look.

BO CATLETT
Take your time, Harry.
(closes Ronnie's jacket)
We're not animals. Are we, Ronnie?

Bo Catlett glances once more at Chili then follows Ronnie
out the door. Harry stares at the door a moment, senses Chili
staring at him...

HARRY
What?

CHILI
I don't know, maybe I wasn't clear.
But I thought... I told you to keep
your mouth shut.

HARRY
I had to tell 'em something.

CHILI
Never say anything unless you have
to.

Chili shakes his head as Harry sits down in one of the chairs,
fumbles for his cigarettes.

CHILI
You tell me you want these guys off
your back. Next thing I know, you're
saying yeah, maybe they can have a
piece of Mr. Lovejoy. I couldn't
believe my fuckin' ears.

HARRY
I said I'd think about it. What does
that mean? In this town, nothing.

CHILI
That's the difference between you
and me, Harry. I say what I mean. I
want something from someone, I ask
'em straight out. I want Martin Weir,
I go get Martin Weir. I don't fuck
around with his trainer's shrink.

HARRY
His shrink's trainer.

Chili looks at Harry.

CHILI
Take me back to my car.

EXT. LAX DAY

As a plane touches down on the runway...

INT. SOVEREIGN TERMINAL SAME TIME

Yayo, now soaked with sweat, is still here. He stands watching
a row of lockers. He stares at one of them...

CLOSE ON LOCKER

The number C-18. We PUSH IN...

YAYO

Starts to move for it... then looks off at...

MAN IN A SUIT

As we quickly TILT DOWN to the guy's ankle, looks like a
bulge there. We then...

WHIP PAN TO...

A WOMAN

Dressed casually in slacks and a blouse. We TILT DOWN to her
ankle, hmmm, is that a bulge? We...

WHIP PAN TO...

A TENNIS SHOE

Tapping to some unheard rhythm and what looks like a bulge
near the ankle. We TILT UP this time to reveal a LITTLE KID,
listening to a walkman.

YAYO

Obviously losing it now, rubs his eyes and quickly walks off
to a row of payphones...

EXT. KAREN FLORES' HOUSE DAY

Chili's minivan is parked outfront.

TOMMY (V.O.)
Where you been? I been callin' all
over for you...

INT. KAREN'S HOUSE THE STUDY SAME TIME

Chili sits at the desk on the phone.

TOMMY
(phone)
Ray Bones is looking for you. He's
got some kinda bug up his ass, can't
sit still.

INT. BARBER SHOP DAY

Tommy on the phone.

TOMMY
I hate to say I told you, but I did.
I told you don't start nothing with
him that time.

INTERCUTTING TOMMY & CHILI

CHILI
You said don't say nothing and I
didn't.

TOMMY
No, you just broke his fuckin' nose
instead.

CHILI
You gonna start that again? You're
just like him, all you got room for
in your brain is one fuckin' thing.

TOMMY
All I know is he came by the barber
shop, all fuckin' undone, wanting to
know where you were staying in Vegas.
I told him I don't know. I still
don't.

CHILI
How'd he know I was in Vegas? You
tell him?

TOMMY
He already knew it.

CHILI
Yeah, well, I'm in L.A. now.

TOMMY
Whatta you doing out there?

CHILI
I'm going into the movie business.

TOMMY
What're you talking about? You wanna
be a movie star?

CHILI
I'm thinking about producing.

TOMMY
How you gonna do that? You don't
know shit about making movies.

CHILI
I don't think the producer has to do
much, outside of maybe knowing a
writer.

TOMMY
Hey, Chil? I think you're fulla shit.

INT. KAREN'S ENTRY WAY SAME TIME

As Karen, dressed as a B-movie queen, press kit under one
arm, steps inside, freezes as she hears...

CHILI (O.S.)
...call me soon as you know when
Ray's coming out.

INT. STUDY SAME TIME

Chili is scribbling something on a piece of paper as Karen
comes into the room. Chili looks up at her as he hangs up,
smiles at her.

CHILI
Hey... Karen. How ya' doin'?

KAREN
What're you doing here?

CHILI
I wanted to come by, apologize for
coming into your house like I did
last night.

KAREN
Lemme get this straight, you broke
in again to apologize for breaking
in before?

CHILI
No, no... you left the patio door
open. You gotta stop doin' that, all
the nice things you got around here.

KAREN
Yeah, well make sure you lock it on
the way out.

CHILI
Rough day on the set?

KAREN
I spent all day crawling out of a
grave. The costumer kept bitching
'cause I was ripping my nylons -

CHILI
Ripped nylons work. Makes the shot
more real.

KAREN
(regarding him)
...That's what we finally decided.

CHILI
Like in "Bride of the Mutant", when
you played the whole end with that
torn top.

She looks at him.

KAREN
You saw that one?

CHILI
Yeah. When you turn to the camera to
tell the alien mother that her time
on earth is finished... when you
give us all that look, Joan Crawford
wishes on her best day she had that
much presence. Not even in "Mildred
Pierce" - which by the way was a
better book than a movie - did
Crawford even touch the intensity
you had in that look.

KAREN
(beat)
Yeah... that was a good scene. I
mean, for a horror movie.

CHILI
For any movie.

KAREN
I know I'm better than what I've
been doing the last ten years, walking
around in a tank top and fuck-me
pumps, waiting till it's time to
scream.

CHILI
Man, can you scream.

KAREN
Yeah. It's a real gift.
(beat)
I'm just saying it'd be nice, one
time in my career to get the chance
to say one great line. You know,
like in that Bette Davis picture,
"Cabin in the..."

CHILI
"Cotton".

KAREN
Yeah, you know when Bette comes up
to the guy on the porch, gives him a
flirty look and says, 'I'd kiss you,
but...'

CHILI / KAREN
'I just washed my hair.'

KAREN
Yeah.

CHILI
That is a great line.

Chili looks at her.

CHILI
How come you stopped making movies
with Harry?

KAREN
I married Martin. That was a full-
time job.

CHILI
You read Harry's new one? He says
it's the best thing he's ever read.

KAREN
He must mean after "Slime Creature
3".

CHILI
That why Harry came over last night?
See if you could help him get Martin
in his movie?

KAREN
Harry's dreaming of a forty-million-
dollar production he'll never get
off the ground with a star he'll
never sign. With or without my help.

CHILI
Harry told me Martin loves it, he
flipped.

KAREN
Yeah, well Martin is known for his
flipping. He flips over a script,
and when the time comes to make a
deal, he flips out.

CHILI
Tell you what, I'll stop by Harry's
office and pick up a copy for you.

KAREN
Don't go out of your way.

They consider each other a moment... until Chili finally
checks his watch.

CHILI
Well, I gotta have a talk with Leo,
my runaway dry cleaner.

KAREN
Right. See how your story ends.

CHILI
Yeah. Right.
(then)
Listen, "Touch of Evil"'s playing
near my hotel. You wanna go check it
out? Watch Charlton Heston play a
Mexican?

Karen looks caught, doesn't answer right away.

CHILI
Maybe some other time.

He turns to go, then turns back to her...

CHILI
'He tried to make love to me and I
shot him.'
(then)
Another great Bette Davis line.

Karen looks at him. Surprised. He smiles at her.

CHILI
See you around.

EXT. BEVERLY HILLS HOTEL NIGHT

Leo Devoe, dressed in a sporty plaid ensemble, complete with
little matching hat gets out of a cab, and walks to the front
entrance. He tips the doorman, gives him a grin.

DOORMAN
Evening, sir.

LEO
And a good evening to you, too, sir.

INT. HOTEL HALLWAY NIGHT

As Leo the high-rolling dry cleaner bounces down the hall,
unlocks his door...

INT. LEO'S HOTEL ROOM NIGHT

Dark. Leo enters, heads for the bottle of Chivas on the desk.
Has one straight out of the bottle, ahhh, before pulling a
fat wad of cash out of his jacket, tossing it on the desk
like it's change from the cab fare.

He then takes off the jacket, unbuttons the shirt, reaches
for the Chivas again, when we hear...

CHILI (O. S.)
Look at me, Leo.

Crash. Something glass hits the floor. Probably the Chivas
bottle as Leo nearly has a fucking coronary...

Leo looks over as Chili turns on the light behind him. But
what catches Leo's eye is the BRIEFCASE sitting on the couch
beside Chili.

CHILI
I wouldn't think you're that dumb,
leave over three hundred grand in
the closet, underneath the extra
blanket, but I guess you are.

LEO
I didn't know where else to keep it.
(then)
Where would you?

CHILI
You're here a while, what's wrong
with a bank?

LEO
They report it to the IRS.

CHILI
You don't open an account, Leo, you
put it in a safe deposit box. Dip in
whenever you want.

Leo nods in his sporty hat and undershirt, thinking it over,
what to do the next time he scams an airline.

CHILI
You've been losing.

LEO
I'm up twelve grand today.

CHILI
From when? You left Vegas with four-
fifty?

LEO
Who told you that?

CHILI
Now you're down to three-ten in the
case. You must've cooled off quite a
bit since you got here.

LEO
How'd you know I was here?

CHILI
Here's another tip...

Leo looks away, raises his preshaped plaid hat and recocks
it, then...

LEO
It was Fay, wasn't it, told you about
the money. She tell you my whole
life history, for Christ's sake?

CHILI
I wouldn't let her if she tried. Why
I'm here, Leo, basically, is to save
your ass.

LEO
How? By taking my money?

CHILI
You can keep what you won today.
That's yours.

LEO
It's all mine.

CHILI
Sit down, Leo.

Leo sits down in the arm chair, stares sadly at the briefcase.

CHILI
I don't know how you got this far,
you're so fuckin' dumb. But now you're
through. I'm gonna explain to you
why and I hope you're not too dumb
to understand what I'm saying. Okay?

Leo nods.

CHILI
Ray Bones is now the man you're
dealing with. Ray Bones finds out
what you did, he's gonna want
everything you have. And when I say
everything, I mean even that sporty
little hat if he wants it. Then after
he takes all you got, he'll most
likely hit you with some kind of
heavy object if he doesn't shoot
you, just so you won't tell on him.

Chili lets that sink in a minute.

CHILI
I won't do that. Take your stuff or
hurt you. You have three-ten in the
case, right? I'm gonna take the three
hundred you scammed off the airline,
but the rest of it, the ten grand?
I'm gonna borrow that and pay you
back sometime.

Leo's squinting at him now...

LEO
You take all my money, but you're
borrowing part of it?

CHILI
At eighteen percent, okay? And don't
ask me no more fuckin' questions.
I'm leaving.

He picks up the briefrase as he rises from the sofa and Leo
gets out of his chair.

LEO
But you won't know where I am. I
don't even know where I'll be.

CHILI
I'll find you, Leo...

Chili reaches for the door, opens it and looks back at Leo...

CHILI
You leave a trail like a fuckin'
caterpillar.

INT. HALLWAY SAME TIME

As Chili starts for the elevator. Leo steps into his
doorway...

LEO
Wait a minute. What's this eighteen-
percent-a-year shit? You want to
borrow ten, the vig's three bills a
week. Fifteen for the vig plus the
ten, that's twenty-five big ones you
go a whole year, buddy! You hear me?

Chili stops, turns around. As he starts back, he sees Leo's
scared look just before he slams the door shut.

Chili shakes his head, starts back for the elevator.

EXT. GRIFFITH PARK NIGHT

Chili drives a dark road up into the park. He rounds a corner,
and we see an explosion of light up ahead as we come upon...

A MOVIE SET

Chili pulls in behind a row of trailers. He gets out of the
car and heads for the set where Harry is now looking up at
the sky and yelling at someone...

HARRY
How's anyone gonna see anything from
way up there?

CHILI
Hey, Harry.

HARRY
Yeah, Chili. Hi.
(looking up)
You're fifty feet in the air!

The DIRECTOR - early twenties, dressed like a frat boy -
sits on a crane about fifty feet above the set...

DIRECTOR
Harry. I'm gonna boom down real fast,
get a subjective p-o-v.

CHILI
Listen, I talked to Karen. She's
gonna think about helping you out.

HARRY
Yeah, but whose point of view?

DIRECTOR
Whatta you mean, whose point of view;
The audience's point of view.

HARRY
Get down here. I wanna talk to you.
Come on... right now...
(to Chili)
She's gonna talk to Martin?

CHILI
She's thinking about it. I just need
the key to your office. I just told
her I'd pick up a script.

Harry tosses Chili a key-ring.

HARRY
It's the red one. Take it off the
ring.

Chili sits down in one of the director's chairs that sits
off to one side. He starts to take the key off the ring...

VOICE
Your name Vicky Vespa?

Chili looks up at a bored-looking ACTRESS standing there in
a blood-soaked nightie.

CHILI
Excuse me?

ACTRESS
I asked you, is your name Vicky Vespa?

CHILI
No.

ACTRESS
Then get the fuck outta my chair.

Chili sits forward, sees her name printed on the back. He
gets up.

As she sits down, we see an ICE PICK sticking out the other
side of her head. Chili sits back down next to her in the
chair with HARRY ZIMM on the back.

HARRY
(to the director)
What're you doing? I thought I told
you to get down here?

The kid nods to the camera operator who lowers the crane as
we BOOM WAY UP...

HARRY
All these camera moves and weird
angles and shit are gonna distance
us from the emotion of the scene.

DIRECTOR
What 'emotion'? Girl just got stabbed
in the ear with an ice pick.

HARRY
She's scared! Fear is an emotion!
(then)
Look, kid, if you remember anything
from your time working with Harry
Zimm, let it be the three key words
to filmmaking.

The kid fiddles with the crane controls.

DIRECTOR
Yeah? What three words, Harry?

HARRY
Pick 'n' Save.

DIRECTOR
Hm?

HARRY
You heard me, Pick 'n' Save.

Harry turns so the rest of the crew can hear him...

HARRY
Now I'm gonna tell you a little story,
happened to me years ago when I was
so broke I had to go to the Pick 'n'
Save over on Vine to buy a lousy
candybar for my dinner.

Chili watches the crew stop what they're doing and listen.

HARRY
I'm standing in line waiting to pay
my two bits when I overhear this
lady, call her Mildred, talking to
the cashier about a movie.

The Director gives a look to his assistant like 'Jesus, you
believe this shit?'

HARRY
So Mildred says to the cashier, 'I
saw the new Streisand picture.'
(gets into it the way
Mildred did)
'God, I just love it at the end when
she brushed Robert Redford's hair
off his forehead the way she did
when they were together, and the way
they gave each other this look that
said they still loved each other,
but knew they couldn't be together.
That look was so... romantic.'

DIRECTOR
That's great, Harry. So what's the --

HARRY
What she did not say was, 'I just
loved the way the director moved the
camera so much it made me fuckin'
seasick.' All she cared about was
that look. All she remembered was
that look. And why do we remember
things in movies? Because we can see
them.

Harry's right in the guy's face now...

HARRY
So... keep this fuckin' camera down
here on the ground and shoot this
scene, so we can see what the fuck
is goin' on, before I get someone
over sixteen to fuckin' shoot it for
you!

Harry walks over to Chili, sees Chili sitting there. Chili
tosses Harry his key ring.

CHILI
Here's your keys, Harry.

HARRY
Get the fuck outta my chair.

EXT. HARRY ZIMM'S OFFICE NIGHT

As Chili pulls out front, gets out of the minivan, he looks
up, sees a light on in Harry's office.

INT. CORRIDOR NIGHT

Chili walks down the hallway, dark except for a light on at
the end of the hall...

INT. HARRY'S OFFICE NIGHT

Bo Catlett, reading glasses, script open in front of him,
looks up from Harry's desk as Chili steps into the office.

BO CATLETT
This ain't bad, you know it? This
Mr. Lovejoy. Needs a better ending
but yeah, I can see why Harry wants
to do it.

Chili says nothing, sits down in one of the red leather
chairs.

BO CATLETT
You understand I knew Harry was lying,
saying this wasn't any good, but
holding on to it, man, like you have
to break his fingers to get it from
him.

CHILI
That's funny, I was just wondering
what I was gonna break of yours to
get it away from you.

Bo Catlett smiles at him, doesn't give up the script.

BO CATLETT
I'm just explaining to you what I'm
doing here. Case you think I come to
rob the place, rip off any of this
dusty old shit the man has.

CHILI
I'd never make you as a burglar, not
in that outfit.

Bo Catlett sits back in the chair a moment, watches Chili
light a cigarette...

BO CATLETT
Harry called you his associate, but
what does that mean? I never heard
your name or read it in Variety or
The Reporter or anyplace.

CHILI
It's what he said, I'm his associate.

BO CATLETT
You must bring something heavy to
the deal.

CHILI
That's right, me.

Bo Catlett picks up a piece of paper off the desk...

BO CATLETT
Says here you're getting Martin Weir
for the part of Lovejoy.

CHILI
Yeah, we're getting Martin.

BO CATLETT
No shit, come on. How you gonna do
that?

CHILI
I put a gun right here...
(touches the side of
his head)
...and I tell him, 'Sign the paper
Marty or your fuckin' dead.' Like
that.

BO CATLETT
I wonder, would that work?
(then)
You know who I see for Al Roxy? Harvey
Keitel. The man could do it in his
sleep.

CHILI
Harvey Keitel. Yeah. Maybe. He was
pretty good in the movie "Fingers".

BO CATLETT
I missed that one. Or, hey, you know
who else? Morgan Freeman. You know
Morgan?

CHILI
Yeah, Morgan Freeman. But he's a
colored guy.

BO CATLETT
So what? Where's it say in this script
he's white? Color is what the part
needs, man, somebody to do it has
some style. The way it is now, Ronnie
could do it, play himself, some
cracked out asshole.
(then)
So whatta you think of the script?

Bo watches as Chili picks up a copy of the script, begins
flipping through it.

CHILI
Title's the first thing's got to go.
And the guy's name. I mean, even
this writer's name, Murray Saffrin
is better than "Lovejoy".

BO CATLETT
I'm with you on that. And don't you
think it needs a good female part?
Increase the romance angle.

Chili flips through the script, sees a name...

CHILI
There's Ilona.

BO CATLETT
What about her?

CHILI
Get something going there.

BO CATLETT
With Ilona? You know how old Ilona
is?

CHILI
She's... young.

BO CATLETT
Young? She's fuckin' nine-years-old,
same age as Lovejoy's kid. Bernie.
One she calls Bernard. Have you read
the script?

CHILI
Yeah, I read it. I was just thinking
you could make her older. We might
even be able to get Karen Flores.

BO CATLETT
Who?

CHILI
She's been out of movies a few years,
but she's good. Real good.

Bo Catlett studies Chili a moment, smiles...

BO CATLETT
You know what I'm thinkin'?
(leans forward)
You wanna make the girl older. I
don't like the ending. We could do
that, you and me, sit down and write
the script over where it needs it.

Chili flips through the script a moment...

CHILI
You know how to write one of these?

BO CATLETT
There's nothin' to know. You have an
idea, you write down what you wanna
say. Then you get somebody to add in
the commas and shit where they belong,
if you aren't positive yourself.
Maybe fix up the spelling where you
have some tricky words... although
I've seen scripts where I know words
weren't spelled right and there was
hardly any commas in it at all. So I
don't think it's too important.
Anyway, you come to the last page
you write in 'Fade out' and that's
the end, you're done.

CHILI
That's all there is to it, huh?

BO CATLETT
That's all.

Chili sits forward, stabs out his cigarette, exhales into Bo
Catlett's face...

CHILI
Then what do I need you for?

Bo Catlett starts for the door.

BO CATLETT
I really think I can be of service
on this one.

CHILI
Yeah, well, we need a ride somewhere,
we'll let you know.

EXT. NUART THEATER NIGHT

As Karen walks up to the box office. A Touch of Evil on the
marquis.

INT. MOVIE THEATER NIGHT

Not so full. Chili sits in the middle, watching the final
scene as Orson Welles gets blown away, falls into the oily
river. He can't take his eyes off the screen...

Karen comes in, starts up the aisle, looking for Chili. She
spots him, just as he mouths the dialogue along with Marlene
Dietrich...

MARLENE DIETRICH (O.S.)
He was some kind of man.

Karen smiles, decides to wait a moment. Chili, lost in the
movie... keeps mouthing the dialogue.

MARLENE DIETRICH (O.S.)
What does it matter what you say
about people?

MORT MILLS (O.S.)
Good-bye, Tanya.

MARLENE DIETRICH
Adios.

As Tanya/Marlene Dietrich resumes her slow walk away, Karen
sits down at the end of the row. People start getting up to
leave.

Chili turns to a GUY a few seats away from him...

CHILI
Wow, huh?

The guy gives Chili a look, puts his arm around his DATE,
and quickly starts up the aisle so that Chili can now see
Karen sitting there at the end of the row...

CHILI
You been here the whole time?

KAREN
I just caught the end.

She gets up, they start up the aisle together...

CHILI
You know, Welles didn't even wanna
do that one. Some studio made him do
it. He owed 'em one and all his own
movies lost money.
(walking out now)
But, hey, sometimes that's when you
do your best work, you got a gun to
your head...

EXT. NUART NIGHT

As Karen and Chili exit the theater, stand there a moment.

CHILI
I got you a copy of the script.

KAREN
I already read it. Harry left a copy
at the house.

CHILI
What do you think?

She starts walking.

KAREN
I think it's not horrible.

CHILI
I don't like the title. Or the main
guy's name.

KAREN
Then you've read it?

CHILI
Not yet.

KAREN
You and Harry'll make a great team.
(then)
I'm gonna make a deal with him.

CHILI
There a part in it for you?

KAREN
I don't want to act in it, I want to
produce it with Harry. Especially if
I help him get Martin.

CHILI
Sounds fair.

KAREN
What do you get out of it?

He stops, looks at her.

CHILI
That why you came over here, to ask
me that?

KAREN
I want to know.

CHILI
Why does anyone want to be in movies?

KAREN
Yesterday, you were a loan shark.

He starts walking again...

CHILI
I was never much into it. All that
bullshit having to do with respect.
It's bad enough having to treat those
guys like they're your heroes, having
to smile when they make some stupid
remark they think's real funny.

KAREN
And you think the movie business is
any different?

CHILI
Yeah well... I like movies. I figure
if I help Harry make one, I'll find
out what you have to do outside of
have an idea and raise the money.
That doesn't sound too hard. I was
in the money business and I get ideas
all the time.

They stop at her car.

KAREN
I'm talking to Martin tomorrow
morning. I told Harry I'd meet you
and him at Abiquiu afterward.
(opens her door)
This might work, you never know.

He stands there, watching her drive away.

EXT. HARRY'S APARTMENT BUILDING NIGHT

Just above Franklin in the Hollywood Hills. A realtor might
call it Chandleresque. We call it old and cheap.

INT. HARRY'S APARTMENT NIGHT

Continuing on the old and cheap theme. Harry stands behind
the wet bar pouring himself a strong one. He looks at himself
in the smoke-tinted mirror squares, downs the drink in one
and pours himself another.

A KNOCK AT THE DOOR.

Harry looks at the door.

HARRY
Who is it?

WOMAN'S VOICE
Me.

HARRY
(lower)
Fuck.

WOMAN'S VOICE
I heard that.

Harry moves to the door and opens it to reveal DORIS SAFFRIN --
fiftyish, fur coat, hair up so that we can see the nifty
necklace.

She leans in the doorway...

HARRY
Hello, Doris.

DORIS
Harry Zimm. You look like a wet kiss.

And she plants one on him. Walks into the apartment. Looking
good for her age. Hell, for any age.

DORIS
Well, aren't you gonna offer me
whatever it is you taste like?

HARRY
Come on in.

Doris goes to the window. Harry goes to the bar, pours them
each a drink...

DORIS
What a spectacular view.

HARRY
Yeah, lovely. Last night I watched
two guys carjack a Camaro down on
the corner of Argyle there.
(hands her the drink)
What do you want, Doris?

She drinks, never taking her eyes off him.

DORIS
I miss Murray, Harry.

HARRY
Yeah, me too. He was a helluva good
writer. And I would know. I discovered
him. Made him what he was.

DORIS
What he was, was a hack, couldn't
get a job writing for anybody but
you.
(off Harry)
I'm being honest. He was a lousy
writer, but he was a good husband. I
just didn't know it until too late.

Harry finishes his drink, pours himself another...

HARRY
Yeah, well, twenty-twenty hindsight
and all that.

Harry takes a big, noisy pull off his drink as she moves to
the bar...

DORIS
I hate being alone. The house is so
quiet. So lonely. It needs...
(studies him)
A man's touch.

And with that, she opens up the fur coat to reveal that she's
wearing nothing but a garter belt and high heels.

HARRY
Nice garter.

She sets her drink down, moves in, wraps her arms around his
neck...

HARRY
I'm not sure how I feel about this,
Doris.

DORIS
(reaching down)
You seem to feel fine about it.

HARRY
I mean morally. Murray was my friend.

DORIS
Murray's dead.

She kisses him... Harry pulls back...

HARRY
So this means you've reconsidered
our deal on Mr. Lovejoy?

DORIS
No. But now that you mention it, I
did talk to a handsome executive at
Paramount the other day... who just
happened to get his hands on the
script.

HARRY
Yeah, what'd he have to say?

DORIS
He said if Martin's interested, I
could get a half a million for it
easy. But don't worry, Harry, I'm
still giving you until Friday.

HARRY
How honorable of you.

Now she backs away, gives him a hurt look.

DORIS
Harry. If you want me to go, just
say the word.

Harry looks at her a moment, decides...

HARRY
What the hell...

...And pulls her as close as we then...

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. HOLLYWOOD HILLS HOME NIGHT

We hear laughter, rock and roll as a NUDE WOMAN dives into a
bluelit swimming pool and swims the length...

We then TILT UP to a HOUSE ON STILTS above this one and see
the lone figure of Bo Catlett standing on his deck.

EXT. BO CATLETT'S HOUSE NIGHT

The shimmering yellow grid of the city in the background, Bo
Catlett, barefoot, bathrobe, leans on the rail of his deck,
watching the folks frolic twelve stories down.

YAYO (V.O.)
Listen to me, man, I don't wan' no
focking key. I wan' the money.

EXT. BO CATLETT'S DECK NIGHT

Bo Catlett looks inside where Yayo paces back and forth. The
Bear reclines on a chaise lounge.

BO CATLETT
Hey, Yayo? You gonna smoke, get the
hell off my seventy-bucks-a-yard
carpet.

Yayo steps out on to the deck...

BO CATLETT
I told you where the money is. All
you gotta do is go get it.

YAYO
No. I'll tell you something...

BO CATLETT
That's all you know, huh? Wait here
a minute, Yayo, I be back directly.

Yayo leans against the railing, cuts a 'now that's the way
you get things done' look at the Bear. He lights a cigarette,
looks OFF SCREEN and freezes...

YAYO
The fock you doing with that?

Bo Catlett holds a big .45 out in front of him...

BO CATLETT
I'm taking you out, Yahoo.

...and shoots Yayo in the chest, the gun going off loud, the
round knocking the little Latin man back against the railing.

BO CATLETT
Dead focking center, man.

Yayo, a stupid look on his face, stumbles backwards, over
the railing. The Bear reaches for him, but it's too late...

EXT. HOUSE DOWN BELOW SAME TIME

The group down here is too stoned to notice the little
Colombian who falls from the deck high above like a sack of
dirt, then slides partway down the slope.

EXT. BO CATLETT'S DECK SAME TIME

The bear looks over at Bo Catlett... who now calmly stares
down at the motionless form of Yayo.

BO CATLETT
Shit, now someone's gotta climb down
there and get him.

BEAR
You didn't have to shoot him, Bo. We
coulda just beat him up some.

BO CATLETT
You see that? The way the man just
went right over?

Bo Catlett takes a sip of his drink, looks at the railing.

BO CATLETT
Maybe we can get Chili Palmer up
here. You fix my railing to give way
like they do in the movies. Then I
invite the man out here, have a look
at my view. Get him to lean over the
railing, see all the naked people
down there... a tragic accident,
officer...

Bear looks at him.

BEAR
Cat, that's the lamest idea I've
ever heard.

BO CATLETT
Yeah, well, I'm bored, Bear. I wanna
make movies.

Bear looks at him.

BO CATLETT
I mean, what's the point of living
in L.A. if you're not in the movie
business?

Bo Catlett leans on the railing, looks down at Yayo again.

BO CATLETT
And I mean high up in it.
(turns to Bear)
That's why Harry's gonna make Mr.
Lovejoy with me, not Chili Palmer.

BEAR
Mr. Lovejoy? That's cute, Bo.

BO CATLETT
Doesn't matter what it's called,
Harry's got Martin Weir and it's
gonna be big.

BEAR
They all sound big at the talking
stage.

EXT. MARTIN WEIR'S HOUSE MORNING

Karen pulls into the driveway in a convertible BMW. As she
checks her make-up in the REARVIEW MIRROR, we see Chili pull
up behind her in his rented minivan. She turns around, frowns,
and quickly gets out of her car.

He gets out of the van... holds up a Star Map...

CHILI
This thing's actually accurate. I
bought it for ten bucks from a kid
in a lawn chair on Sunset...

KAREN
You were supposed to wait for me
with Harry at the restaurant.

Chili points to a star on the map...

CHILI
See, here it is... Martin Weir's
house... right across the steet from
George Hamilton.

VOICE
Chili, Jesus!

They both look to the front door where a tall, skinny WOMAN
with wild, jet black hair stands.

WOMAN
It is you...

She comes bounding down the steps, runs over and gives him a
hug... Karen can't believe what she sees.

CHILI
Nicole?

WOMAN
It's Nicki now. I don't believe this.

CHILI
Me neither.
(to Karen)
We know each other.

Karen smiles: 'How 'bout that.' Then looks at Nicki.

KAREN
Hello, Nicki.

NICKI
Karen. Shit. I didn't see you there.
How are you?

Karen starts to answer, but Nicki's already hustling Chili
inside...

INT. MARTIN WEIR'S HOUSE DAY

White everything. Way off in the background, a view on to
the huge backyard. A pool man cleans the pool. A gardener
blows the leaves.

Martin's extensive photography collection lines the walls.
Chili steps inside, checks some of them out: most of the
photographs are of Martin.

NICKI
Martin will be out in a minute.
(to Karen)
Chili was the only one at Momo's
didn't hit on me.

KAREN
What a gentleman.

NICKI
You like my hair?
(reaches up, touches
it)
Black like this?

CHILI
It's nice. Especially under your
arms.

Somehow this makes Karen feel better.

NICKI
Martin won't let me shave. I guess I
fill some need. Brings him back to
the sixties or something.

Karen turns as we hear a TOILET FLUSH somewhere OFF SCREEN.

NICKI
(looks OFF SCREEN)
Speak of the devil...

Chili follows her gaze and we see...

MARTIN
As he comes down the stairs, checking
the front of his trousers.

He and Karen spot each other. Both look uncomfortable for a
fraction of a second, then Martin hurries over to her...

MARTIN
Karen. Wow. Look at you...

KAREN
Hello, Martin.

He hugs her and hangs on, leaving Nicki and Chili standing
there like idiots.

MARTIN
Mmmmm. You smell terrific.
(to Nicki)
She always smelled so good.

NICKI
(thrilled)
Neat.
(then)
Martin, this is Chili Palmer.

MARTIN
Chili is it?

CHILI
Yesh, a pleasure, Martin.

NICKI
Chili's a gangster. Ran a club I
used to play at for another gangster
back in Miami. How is Momo these
days anyway?

CHILI
Dead.

Karen fights a smile. Nicki nods solemnly...

NICKI
Bummer.
(then)
Well, I'll let you all get to your
movie talk. Chili, make sure you say
good-bye before you leave.

CUT TO:

PORTRAIT OF MARTIN WEIR

Done in cracked oils, the whole bit.

PULL BACK TO REVEAL...

MARTIN'S LIVING ROOM

Martin, Karen and Chili all sit on white couches. Martin is
checking out Karen, nodding...

MARTIN
I'm sitting here, I'm looking at you
and I'm having these flashes. You
know, flashbacks, of memories.
(touches her hair)
Of us.

KAREN
Really.

MARTIN
Yeah and I'm wondering, how did it
go wrong? How did it all... slip
away?

KAREN
'It' didn't slip away, Martin, you
did... when you went off to fuck
Nicki in the middle of my birthday
party.

Martin brings his hand back, nods, lost in thought...

MARTIN
Yeah. That was a good party.

CHILI
You know, Marty, you were good in
The Cyclone.

MARTIN
Martin. It was a beautiful role. All
I had to do was find the character's
center, the stem I'd used to wind
him up and he'd play, man, he'd play.

Karen looks like she wants to throw up.

CHILI
Well, you had it down cold. Watching
you in the movie, if I didn't know
better I'd have to believe you were
a made guy and not acting. Even the
fink part. I never met a fink and I
hope to God I never do, but how you
did it must be the way finks act.

MARTIN
A few weeks before shooting, I went
back to Bensonhurst, just to listen
to you guys. See, I'm Italian, but I
grew up in Tarzana. So I wanted to
pick up your rhythms of speech.

CHILI
We talk different?

MARTIN
It's more like your attitude. Your
tone, your speech patterns demonstrate
a certain confidence in yourselves,
in your opinions, your indifference
to conventional views.

CHILI
You mean like we don't give a shit.

MARTIN
Yeah. Kinda. Anyway, once I have the
authentic sounds of speech, the
rhythms, man, the patois, I can
actually begin to think the way those
guys do, get inside their heads.

Chili exchanges a look with Karen who sits back now. Ready
to give up.

CHILI
Okay, I'm one of those guys you
mentioned. I'm actually one of 'em.
What am I thinking?

Martin looks at Chili...

MARTIN
Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying
an actual metamorphosis takes place.
That wouldn't be acting.

Karen looks at Martin, shakes her head.

CHILI
So you don't know what I'm thinking.

MARTIN
No, I don't. Though I have to say
I'm curious.

CHILI
So you want to know.

MARTIN
If you'd like to tell me, yeah.

CHILI
I'm thinking of a movie.

MARTIN
One of mine?

CHILI
One we're producing.

MARTIN
With what? Wiseguy money?

Martin cracks himself up. Karen and Chili crack up with him,
Karen leaning into Chili...

KAREN
Maybe this was a bad idea.

But Chili keeps looking at Martin.

CHILI
Martin, I'm not connected to those
people anymore. Not since I walked
out of a loanshark Operation in Miami.

MARTIN
What happened? The pressure got to
you?

CHILI
Pressure? I'm the one applied the
pressure.

Chili sits back. Karen is starting to enjoy Chili's handling
of Martin...

CHILI
You're an actor, you like to pretend.
Imagine you're the shylock. A guy
owes you fifteen grand and he skips,
leaves town. What do you do?

Chili watches as the movie star hunches over, narrows his
shoulders. For a few moments he holds his hands together in
front of him, getting a shifty look in his eyes. Karen shakes
her head...

KAREN
Oh, for Christ's sake -

MARTIN
I know. I'm doing Shylock instead of
a shylock. Okay, what's my motivation?
The acquisition of money. To collect.
Inflict pain if I have to.

Karen watches as Martin stares at Chili, his expression
gradually becoming deadpan, sleepy...

MARTIN
Guy owes me fifteen large and takes
off, I go after him. The fuck you
think I do?

CHILI
Martin, look at me.

MARTIN
I'm looking at you.

So is Karen, for that matter.

CHILI
No, I want you to look at me the way
I'm looking at you. Put it in your
eyes, 'You're mine, asshole,' without
saying it.

MARTIN
Like this?

CHILI
What you're telling me, you're tired?
You wanna go to bed?

MARTIN
Wait. How about this?

CHILI
Now you're squinting like you need
glasses.

Karen looks away now, fighting a smile.

CHILI
Look at me. I'm thinking, You're
mine. I fuckin' own you. What I'm
not doing is feeling anything about
it one way or the other. You
understand? You're not a person to
me, you're a name in my collection
book, a guy owes me money, that's
all.

Martin nods, gives Chili a nice dead-eyed look. Karen is
thoroughly enjoying Chili's manipulation of Martin.

MARTIN
How about this?

CHILI
That's not bad.

MARTIN
That's what I think of you, asshole.
Nothing.

CHILI
I believe it.

MARTIN
I turn it on when I confront the
guy.

CHILI
Yeah, but you haven't found him yet.
(then)
The guy took off for Las Vegas.

MARTIN
How do I know that?

Karen looks at Chili as he sits back...

CHILI
The guy's wife tells you...

INT. ABIQUIU RESTAURANT DAY

Two floors, the upstairs with a railing overlooking the bar.

Harry, a drink in front of him, sits in a big corner booth
upstairs. He checks his watch...

VOICE
Harry, how you doing?

Harry looks up to see Bo Catlett, dressed up as usual,
standing there with the Bear, wearing a Hawaiian shirt.

HARRY
Bo. I'm great. Listen, I'm expecting
some people -

BO CATLETT
You must be makin' some big deals,
doin' lunch in a place like this?

HARRY
I'm working on a few things.

BO CATLETT
Yeah, I hear you bagged Martin Weir
for Mr. Lovejoy.

HARRY
Boy, this town. Word gets around,
doesn't it?

Harry chuckles, takes a sip of his drink.

BO CATLETT
Chili Palmer told me.

Harry's smile goes away.

BO CATLETT
Last night. When he called me over
to your office to talk about it.

HARRY
Chili Palmer showed you my script?

BO CATLETT
Yeah, I was wondering why he should
do that.

INT. MARTIN WEIR'S HOUSE SAME TIME

Martin is leaning forward... Hooked...

MARTIN
The wife sues the airline.
(nods)
This is a gutsy babe.

CHILI
Good-looking, too.
(turns to look at her)
Like Karen.

Chili smiles at her. Martin leans forward.

MARTIN
So when do I meet up with the husband
and give him the look?

CHILI
It's not that simple. You have to be
careful. There's another guy that
comes along, a hard-on you owe some
money to. A mob guy. Wants to take
you out anyway, on account of a past
situation.

MARTIN
Okay. I'm listening.

Chili stops; he doesn't know what else to say. Martin waits,
then looks at him a moment...

CHILI
At that point, basically, that has
to be it.

MARTIN
You're not going to tell me the rest?

KAREN
Well actually, Martin the movie we
came to talk about is Mr. Lovejoy.

CHILI
Yeah. We understand you read the
script and like it... a lot.

MARTIN
Refresh my memory...

INT. ABIQUIU SAME TIME

Harry drains his drink. Bo Catlett exchanges a look with the
Bear, then...

BO CATLETT
Listen, Harry, how would you like to
get your hands on five hundred grand?
You pay me back at your convenience,
no interest.

HARRY
You serious?

BO CATLETT
All I want in return is to work on
the movie with you. Fact I already
got some ideas on how to fix it up.

Bo Catlett signals the waiter...

BO CATLETT
How 'bout another one for Mr. Zimm.
A double.

HARRY
You're gonna just give me five hundred
grand?

BO CATLETT
We'll talk about that, Harry. But
first I gotta know, how'd you hook
up with Chili Palmer.

EXT. MARTIN WEIR'S HOUSE DAY

Karen, Martin, and Chili walk out to the driveway.

MARTIN
Lemme talk to Buddy, set up a meeting.

CHILI
Buddy?

KAREN
Lufkin. His... agent.

MARTIN
Yeah, Karen knows him.

KAREN
But you are interested?

MARTIN
I'm intrigued, yeah. You know what
might help you, take a look at the
Cylone again, the way a visual fabric
is maintained even while the metaphor
plays on different levels. Hey -
(nods to minivan)
This your ride, Chili?

Chili follows Martin over to the minivan, opens the door for
him.

MARTIN
Very nice...

CHILI
Yeah, I like it, I'm high up, I can
see everything, you know? It's the
Cadillac of minivans.

MARTIN
What's that?

CHILI
Compass.

MARTIN
Wow.
(then)
Mind if I take it for a spin?

INT. ABIQUIU RESTAURANT DAY

Bo Catlett and Harry are laughing as Harry, very drunk now
finishes another drink...

BO CATLETT
He was watching Letterman, huh?
Sneaky, that Chili Palmer.
(signals the waiter,
then)
So, he ever find this dry cleaner,
the one with all that money on him?

HARRY
Leo, I don't know.

Bo Catlett and the Bear look at each other.

BO CATLETT
I bet he did and he ain't givin' you
a penny of it, help you out. Not the
way I am.

Harry looks at Bo, can't believe what's happening to his
life, thinks a moment, then...

HARRY
Assuming I go along with this, when
can I have the five hundred?

BO CATLETT
Whenever you want it. The money's in
hundred dollar bills inside one of
those jock bags, you know? In a locker
at the airport, waiting to be picked
up.

HARRY
The airport.

BO CATLETT
It was waiting out there on another
deal, one that didn't go through;
one you don't want to know about.

Harry shakes his head, looks around the restaurant. Bo and
the Bear exchange looks, then...

HARRY
I don't know.

BO CATLETT
It's not the kind of thing you do.

Another glance at the Bear, then...

BO CATLETT
That's why I was thinking you could
send your boy Chili Palmer. He gets
busted or hit on the head you aren't
out nothing.

And with that, Bo Catlett calmly slides an ORANGE KEY across
the table to Harry. Harry stares at it. It has the number C-
18 printed on the flat orange part.

HARRY
C-18.

BO CATLETT
That's the magic number.

BEAR
Cat...

And they all look...

DOWNSTAIRS

As Chili and Karen enter the restaurant. Chili checks out
the bar, sees they aren't there, then looks up at the
railing... keeps his eyes up there as he says...

CHILI
Wait here.

Chili moves to the staircase, now sees the Bear in his
Hawaiian shirt standing a few steps from the top.

Chili gets within three steps of the guy and stops, but
doesn't look up, keeps his eyes fixed on the man's gut.

BO CATLETT
I'd like you to meet my associate,
the Bear. Movie stuntman and champion
weightlifter, as you might've noticed.
Picks up and throws out things I
don't want.

Chili doesn't move, keeps his eyes on the man's crotch.

BEAR
We think you ought to turn around
and go back to Miami.

Chili slowly moves his gaze up through hibiscus until he's
looking at the man's bearded face...

CHILI
So you're a stuntman. Are you any
good?

The Bear grins and turns his head to the side, as if too
modest to answer and will let Bo Catlett speak for him.

This makes the next move easier... the guy not even looking
as Chili grabs a handful of his crotch, steps aside and yanks
him off the fucking stairs.

The Bear yells out of pain and fear as the beefy guy rolls
all the way down the stairs to land on the main floor, a few
feet away from where Karen now stands.

Chili keeps watching until he sees the guy move, then looks
up at Bo Catlett who's now coming down...

CHILI
Not bad for a guy his size.

Chili continues up the stairs to where Bo Catlett stands
beside the table. Chili unbuttons his coat...

CHILI
I'll make you a deal. If you can get
out of here before I take my coat
off, I won't clean the floor with
you, get your little costume all
messed up.

Karen watches now as Bo Catlett puts a hand in his coat
packet, steps right up to Chili...

BO CATLETT
You don't know me. You only think
you do.

Bo walks past Chili, goes down the stairs. Chili watches as
Bo Catlett helps the Bear get to his feet. They leave the
restaurant, the Bear looking over his shoulder at Chili.

Even Karen is looking at him differently now as they slide
into the booth with a now shocked, rapidly sobering Harry.

CHILI
Rough business this movie business.
I may have to go back to loan sharking
for a rest.

Harry doesn't say anything. Karen looks at him.

KAREN
Harry, what're you still doing with
those guys?

HARRY
He happens to be loaning me five
hundred grand, no strings, I write
any kind of agreement I want.

CHILI
Is he giving you a check or cash?

HARRY
Cash. It happens to be waiting right
at this moment in a locker at the
airport.

KAREN
A locker at the airport? Jesus Christ,
Harry. Tell me you're not really
that stupid.

CHILI
The guy's setting you up. You pulled
out of their Freaks deal so he's
paying you back.

HARRY
Oh, is that right? I'm being set up?
Then how come Catlett said I should
send you out to get it, since you
haven't done a fucking thing for me
since you got into this... except
showing Bo Catlett my script?

Chili looks at Karen, smiles, shakes his head...

CHILI
Okay, Harry, I'm wrong. You're not
the one he's setting up.

HARRY
I mean, at least Bo's invested in
three of my movies.

KAREN
Harry, we spoke with Martin.

HARRY
'We?'

KAREN
Chili and me.

Harry looks at the two of them, differently now...

HARRY
Really.

CHILI
Yeah, he wants us to talk to Buddy,
set up a meeting.

HARRY
A meeting with who? You and Karen?

KAREN
Harry -

HARRY
Man's in town two days, thinks he's
David O. fucking Selznick.

Karen and Chili look at each other as Harry finishes his
drink.

HARRY
So how 'bout it, Mr. Selznick, do I
make my deal with Bo? Or you gonna
finally help me out, have a word
with your dry cleaner when you find
him.

CHILI
I found him.

Harry looks at him.

CHILI
Forget about Leo's money, Harry.

HARRY
You have it?

CHILI
Harry, if I gave you Leo's money
you'd have Ray Bones all over your
ass and then you'd be in a whole new
kinda trouble.

HARRY
Who?

CHILI
Ray Barboni. Guy from Miami, owns
Leo now that Momo died.

HARRY
Who the fuck is Momo? Jesus, these
fucking names...

CHILI
Tell you what, Harry, tomorrow
morning, when the airport's crowded,
I'll go check it out. If I don't see
a problem, I'll pick up the money...

KAREN
I wouldn't get my hopes up, Harry.

Harry thinks a moment, lays the key on the table, but keeps
his hand on it.

HARRY
Maybe I oughta talk to this Ray Bones
character myself. See if he wants to
invest in my movie.

CHILI
Don't waste your time, Harry. The
guy's not much of a movie fan. Now
c'mon, gimme the key.

Harry finally lifts his hand.

EXT. HARRY'S OFFICE NIGHT

A light on upstairs...

HARRY (V.O.)
Bones. B-O-N-E-S.

INT. HARRY'S OFFICE SAME TIME

Harry sits at his desk, the phone cradled to his ear, a half-
empty bottle of scotch in front of him.

OPERATOR
(phone)
I show a 'Dem Bones Barbecue' in
Dade County, but that's all.

HARRY
Oh. Wait a minute. That's not his
real name. It's uh... uh... yeah -
try Barboni. B-a-r-b-o-n-i.

INT. RAY BONES' APARTMENT NIGHT

We start CLOSE ON A TELEPHONE... The PHONE RINGS and we BOOM
UP to reveal a CLOSED DOOR across the room...

INT. BATHROOM SAME TIME

Ray Bones nests on the can, humming off key, reading Weir'D
Tales, Martin Weir's autobiography. He looks up, listens to
the PHONE RING.

BONES
Fuck.

The phone KEEPS RINGING. Bones thinks about it a moment,
then tosses the book aside...

BONES
Fuck fuck fuck fuck...

INT. FRONT ROOM SAME TIME

As Bones bursts out of the john and grabs the phone.

BONES
What?

INTERCUTTING HARRY & RAY BONES

Phone to his ear, Harry downs another drink, sits up.

HARRY
Ray Barboni?

BONES
Who is this?

HARRY
Are you the guy they called Ray Bones?

BONES
Depends. Who's this?

HARRY
Who is this? I'm the one telling you
the way it is, okay, asshole? That's
who I am. Now you want your three
hundred grand or don't you?

BONES
What three hundred grand?

HARRY
The three hundred grand a guy named
Leo Devoe scammed off an airline.
The three hundred grand Chili Palmer
now has in his possession.

Okay. This gets Bones' attention.

HARRY
Hello? You there?

BONES
Yeah, I'm here. I just don't like
the anonymous crap. It means your
either chickenshit or not for real.

HARRY
Yeah? Well, trust me. I'm very for
real.

BONES
Okay. So who are you?

HARRY
I work for Harry Zimm, alright?

BONES
Who?

HARRY
Harry Zimm. The man happens to be a
major Hollywood player.

BONES
Never heard of him.

HARRY
Maybe that's because you've never
been out've fuckin' Miami, dipshit.
Maybe it's time you got on a plane,
flew out to L.A. and took a meeting
with Mr. Zimm.

Bones sits down, trying to put this together...

BONES
So, what, this Zimm guy asking for
some kinda finders fee, that what
we're talking about here?

HARRY
Hey, Zimm doesn't ask for dick. Zimm
tells you the way it is... or else.

BONES
Or else what?

HARRY
Or else use your fucking imagination.

Harry hangs up at the other end. Bones stares at the phone.

INT. HARRY'S OFFICE SAME TIME

He sits there a moment, also staring at the phone.

HARRY
Motherfucker.

He then realizes his hands are shaking, grabs the bottle and
pours the rest of the scotch down his throat.

EXT. LAX SOVEREIGN TERMINAL MORNING

Busy. Travelers moving along the sidewalk. Here comes Chili...
he enters the terminal and we...

INT. SOVEREIGN TERMINAL DAY

CUT TO:

ROW OF LOCKERS

All with keys sticking out of them except one. We push in on
that one... C-18.

CHILI

Stands between rows of lockers on either side of him. He
studies them a moment longer, then looks up at the ARRIVALS
MONITOR. He starts writing something on a CARD as we push
past him... pushing in on #83 from NEWARK...

INT. AIRPORT GIFT SHOP DAY

As Chili buys an L.A. LAKERS T-SHIRT and a BLACK CANVAS
ATHLETIC BAG. He pauses to check out the magazine rack, Martin
Weir is on the cover of everything including his hardback
autobiography "WEIR'D TALES". He grabs a copy...

Chili puts the book and the T-shirt inside the athletic bag,
puts that inside the papergift shop bag, and then looks
around...

SCRUFFY LOOKING KID

Eighteen or so, checking out the skin magazines as Chili
comes up behind him.

CHILI
You want to make five bucks, take
you two minutes?

The kid looks at him, but doesn't answer.

CHILI
You go over to those lockers over
there and put this in C-17.

The kid still doesn't say anything.

CHILI
It's a surprise for my wife. But you
have to do it quick, okay? While
she's in the can.

That sounds like it makes sense, so the kid nods...

KID
Yeah, okay.

Chili gives him the paper bag with his purchases, a five
dollar bill and three quarters. He watches as...

The kid walks over to the row of lockers... puts the quarters
into C-17, opens it, puts the stuff inside, pulls the key
and then walks back over to Chili, and hands him the key...

CHILI
Thanks.

EXT. AIRPORT DAY

As a plane touches down...

INT. SOVEREIGN TERMINAL DAY

As Chili watches the last few passengers come off the plane.
He watches them come through the gate until he's standing
there by himself.

Okay, he turns and walks down the aisle now to the bank of
lockers three high where C-18 is just about in the middle.

He looks both ways, takes his time until a group of people
pass behind, giving him a screen, giving him just time enough
to open C-17, grab the black athletic bag, and close the
locker.

Chili gets about ten yards down the aisle, heading for
daylight, when a BLACK GUY IN A SUIT comes towards him and
stops right in his path...

BLACK GUY/CURTIS
Excuse me, sir...

Now there's a BIG GUY IN A PLAID WOOL SHIRT next to him, the
same guy we saw when Bo Catlett was here. And Christ, ANOTHER
GUY now, this one down the aisle, talking on his hand radio.
The Black Guy has his I.D. folder open...

BLACK GUY/CURTIS
Curtis. Drug Enforcement. These are
Agents Dunbar and Morgan, would you
come with us, please?

CHILI
What's wrong? What's this about?

Agent Curtis turns and starts off:

DUNBAR
Let's follow him and behave ourselves.
What do you say?

As Chili walks off with the D.E.A. guys we see...

RAY BONES

Coming out one of the gates. He looks at a GUY holding a
square piece of cardboard that reads "MR. BARBONE".

GUY
Mr. Barbone? Welcome to L.A. I'm
Bobby, your driver. You have a good
flight?

RAY BONES
(starts walking)
I hope you drive better than you
fucking spell, jackoff. My name's
Barboni, not Bar-bone.

As Ray Bones then walks off, we see coming out a different
gate...

THREE COLOMBIANS

All in dark suits. Two big guys in sunglasses flanking one
smaller, older guy...

BIG GUY
You want to go to the hotel first,
Mr. Escobar?

MR. ESCOBAR
I want to get my focking money.

INT. SMALL AIRPORT OFFICE DAY

Chili stands there while Curtis opens Chili's wallet and
looks at the driver's license while Dunbar in the plaid shirt
pulls the Lakers T-shirt out of the athletic bag, feels around
inside. The agents glance at each other without giving any
kind of sign.

CURTIS
You live in Miami?

CHILI
That's right.

CURTIS
What're you doing in Los Angeles?

CHILI
I'm in the movie business.

CURTIS
You're an investor, is that it?

CHILI
I'm a producer.

CURTIS
You have a card in here?

CHILI
Not yet. I just started.

Chili watches Curtis pick up the note with the Newark Flight
number and arrival time written on it.

CHILI
I'd appreciate your telling me what
this is about.

MORGAN
I got a John Doe warrant here. I can
strip-search you if I want.

CURTIS
Pat him down.

MORGAN
Why don't I strip-search him.

CURTIS
Pat him down.

The big guy puts Chili against the wall.

MORGAN
Spread your legs.

CURTIS
What're you doing at the airport?

CHILI
I was supposed to meet my wife, but
she wasn't on the flight.

DUNBAR
Why, you live in Miami, was your
wife coming from Newark?

CHILI
We had a fight and she left me, went
back to Brooklyn. I asked her to
come out here, you know, thinking
with a change of scenery maybe we
could get back together, and she
said okay, but evidently she changed
her mind.

CURTIS
Your wife a Lakers fan?

CHILI
I am. I'm a fan of everything that's
L.A. I love it out here.

He looks over his shoulder to the give the guy a smile. Curtis
doesn't return it.

CURTIS
You can go.

Chili moves to the table to collect his things. Curtis watches
him then...

CURTIS
By the way, you recall the number of
the locker you used?

CHILI
It was C... I don't know, sixteen or
seventeen, one of those. Why? You
looking for anyway, a bomb or
something?

CURTIS
Something shouldn't be there.

CHILI
Why don't you get the attendant to
open all the lockers and take a look.
Maybe you'll find it.

CURTIS
That's the idea. I'll think about
it.

CHILI
That's what I'd do.
(looks right at Curtis)
Make sure I got the right guy next
time.

CURTIS
Get him out've here.

EXT. FREEWAY DAY

The usual L.A. traffic. A black caddy in the middle of it.

INT. CADDY SAME TIME

As Ray Bones looks out a tinted window at the freeway.

BOBBY
You ever wanta go to the beach, here's
the freeway you take we're coming
to.

RAY BONES
I live in Miami and you want to show
me a fuckin' beach? The sun ever
come out here, or you have this smog
all the time?

BOBBY
They say the smog's the reason we
have such beautiful sunsets.

RAY BONES
That's what they say, huh? What a
buncha fuckin' bullshit.

EXT. AIRPORT PARKING STRUCTURE DAY

Chili glances about, makes sure no one's around, then pulls
the key for the 'right' locker out from a crack in the
pavement, near the stairwell. He then goes up the stairs to

EXT. AIRPORT PARKING STRUCTURE DAY

ANOTHER LEVEL

Where the Bear, in his trademark Hawaiian shirt is standing
beside Chili's car. He straightens up as Chili exits the
stairwell and walks up to him.

CHILI
I don't know how I could've missed
you with that shirt on. It's the
same as the other one you had only
the hibiscus are a different color.
Right?

BEAR
So you didn't have the key with you.

CHILI
You think I'd be standing here? You
set somebody up and you want it to
work, it has to be a surprise. Can
you remember that?

BEAR
You spotted them, huh?

Chili looks at him, the guy's either dumb or making
conversation.

CHILI
What, did you see it work in some
movie you got beat up in?

BEAR
I have to ask you for that key.

CHILI
What, the setup didn't work so you
want the key back?

BEAR
Catlett says if you don't open the
locker the deal's off.

CHILI
You serious? This is how you guys do
business? I can't believe you aren't
dead.

The Bear keeps staring, but doesn't say anything.

CHILI
Look, there's no fuckin' way I'm
gonna give you the key, outside of
you point a gun at my head. Then we
might have something to talk about.
Now step away from the car.

BEAR
I don't need a gun. Where is it? If
it isn't on you, it's around here
someplace.

Chili shakes his head, tired of this, but still feeling a
little sorry for the guy. He looks off in a kind of thoughtful
way, turns to the Bear again and kicks him in the left knee,
hard.

The Bear stumbles, hunching over. Chili grabs him by the
hair with both hands, pulls his head down and brings his own
knee up into the guy's face. This straightens him and now
Chili hits him high in the belly as hard as he can, right
under the rib cage.

The Bear sucks air with his mouth open trying to breathe,
helpless now and in pain. Chili takes him by the arm...

CHILI
Lie down on your back. Come on, if
you want to breathe.

He gets the Bear down on the concrete, straddles his
midsection and reaches down to lift him up by the waist of
his pants.

CHILI
Take deep breaths through your mouth
and let it out slow... that's it,
like that.

The Bear starts to breathe okay again. He checks his teeth
now, feeling his nose...

CHILI
Hey, Bear, look at me.

The Bear looks at him.

CHILI
Tell your boss I don't ever want to
see him again. He made a deal with
Harry and a deal's a deal.

The Bear nods, closing and opening his eyes.

CHILI
What're you hanging around with a
guy like that for? You were in the
movies, right? A stuntman? What's he
ever done he can talk about? You
feel okay?

BEAR
Not too bad.

CHILI
How 'bout when you went down the
stairs?

The Bear touches his thigh...

BEAR
I think I pulled my quadriceps.

CHILI
So... how many movies you been in?

BEAR
About sixty.

CHILI
No shit? What're some of 'em?

INT. HARRY'S OFFICE DAY

Harry is passed out with his head on the blotter when we
hear someone POUND ON THE DOOR. He jerks upright.

VOICE
Harry Zimm?

HARRY
What - who is it...?

Harry, his hair a mess from sleeping on it, looks up at the
door as it opens to reveal Ray Bones standing there.

RAY BONES
The dipshit who's never been out've
Miami.

Harry wakes up quick, nearly wets himself as Bones then
casually steps into the office.

HARRY
Mr. Barboni. Well. This is surprise...

Scrambling now to play it the way Chili taught him, Harry
quickly gestures to the red leather chair arross the desk.

HARRY
Please. Have a seat. Right here in
this chair right here...

As Ray Bones sits down, Harry moves to the blinds and opens
them.

Problem is, the sun's setting, so there's no glare at all.
Ray indicates the nice red sunset...

BONES
They say the fuckin' smog's the reason
you have such beautiful sunsets.

Harry just smiles, sits down at the desk, things already not
going too well, about to get worse...

INT. WINGATE MOTORS OFFICE SAME TIME

The walls are covered with posters of Porsches and Ferraris,
the kind you can buy at the carwash with severely titted
chicks sprawled on the hoods. Bo Catlett is behind a big
wooden desk on the phone.

BO CATLETT
Whatta you mean, he faked them out?

EXT. AIRPORT PAYPHONE DAY

The Bear, sort of half doubled over...

BEAR
He knew it was a set up. He was ready
for it.

INTERCUTTING BO CATLETT & THE BEAR

BO CATLETT
So where's the money?

BEAR
I guess still in the locker.

BO CATLETT
You guess? You mean you don't know?

BEAR
I mean I don't care.

Bo Catlett looks into the outer office as a car pulls into
the garage. Three dark-shaded gentlemen step out of the car.

BO CATLETT
Bear, I'm going to call you later.

INT. WINGATE MOTORS OFFICE DAY

Bo Catlett hangs up, gets to his feet as the men all look
into the office now.

BO CATLETT
Mr. Escobar. What a surprise. Welcome
to L.A.

We can now see that one of the Latinos is older, the other
two, younger, are his bodyguards. MR. ESCOBAR, the older,
meaner one... steps into the office...

ESCOBAR
Where is my nephew?

BO CATLETT
Your who?

ESCOBAR
Yayo. Where is he?

Bo Catlett stiffens... Uh oh.

INT. GARAGE DAY

As the two back doors of a limo slam shut. There's half dozen
other limos wedged in here.

INT. LIMO SAME TIME

Bo Catlett sits in the back, wedged in between the two
bodyguards, neither of whom has removed his shades. He faces
Escobar on the opposite seat.

ESCOBAR
He's my sister's kid. No papa. Not
too bright. Personally, I think he's
a retard. I only gave him the job as
a favor for my sister, you understand?

BO CATLETT
Sure. Family. I know how that goes.

ESCOBAR
He comes up here with our product.
He suppose to come home with five
hundred thousand dollars. He never
shows up. Meanwhile, my sister's
going crazy calling me all the time
worried about him. Me, I just wanna
know what happened to my focking
money.

BO CATLETT
Well, I don't know. I gave the man
his money, sent him on his way.

ESCOBAR
You gave him the money?

BO CATLETT
I gave him a key to a locker that
had the money in it.

ESCOBAR
Now why would you do that? Put the
money in a locker?

BO CATLETT
Because there were a zillion DEA
guys hanging around the terminal.

ESCOBAR
(flat)
A zillion, huh? That's a lot.

Escobar studies him a moment. Bo Catlett shrugs.

BO CATLETT
Maybe your nephew panicked, took
off.

ESCOBAR
Where's your partner, the jumpy one?
Why isn't he here?

BO CATLETT
He's around someplace.

ESCOBAR
I hear he's around Palm Springs.
Dealing our product. Product we sold
to you for five hundred thousand
dollars.
(then)
Why do you keep talking to me
bullshit? I think maybe I have Ramon
and Ceasar staple your tongue to
your chin. What do you think?

Bo Catlett barely glances at the bodyguards, smiles the gleamy
smile to the Latin guy in front of him...

BO CATLETT
You know, you speak very good English,
Mr. Escobar.

ESCOBAR
I went to UC San Diego.
(then)
We're gonna spend the weekend at the
Universal Sheraton. We're gonna take
the tour. See the shark. Check out
the Miami Vice Action Spectacular.
After, we'll come here, get our money.

One of the bodyguards says 'Your nephew' in Spanish.

ESCOBAR
Oh, yeah, and Yayo, too.

INT. RONNIE WINGATE'S PORSCHE DAY

As Ronnie zigzags in and out of traffic, giving people the
'look' as he passes... on the carphone.

RONNIE
His fucking nephew?

INT. WINGATE MOTORS SAME TIME

Bo Catlett on the phone...

BO CATLETT
You get to town, you go straight to
the bank, raid the limo account.

INTERCUTTING RONNIE & BO CATLETT

RONNIE
I'm already in town, but it don't
matter. We got dick in the bank. We
dumped it all in Harry's movie.

BO CATLETT
What I'm sayin' is the man wants his
money and he wants it now.

INT. HARRY'S OFFICE DAY

Ray Bones impatiently listening to Harry...

HARRY
I'm talking about you, Ray Barboni,
owning a piece of a major motion
picture. How big a piece is up to
you. What I'm saying, you could invest
part of the three hundred Palmer
owes you or you could invest all of
it. It's entirely up to you...

Bones leans forward...

BONES
Where's Leo Devoe? Where's Chili
Palmer? Where's my fuckin' money?

HARRY
Ray. Look at me.

Uh-oh... Ray's heard that one before...

BONES
What?

HARRY
Look at me, Ray.

BONES
You say look at you?

HARRY
That's correct. Look at me.

Bones shakes his head, stands up...

BONES
I tell you what...

And in one fast move, Ray Bones grabs the phone off the desk
and slams it into Harry Zimm's surprised face...

BONES
Fuckin look at that, asshole...

Bones then yanks the phone out of the wall and throws it
down at Harry...

BONES
And have a peek at that...

Ray Bones pulls a pair of black leather gloves from his pocket
and steps around the desk... begins kicking the living shit
out of Harry Zimm...

BONES
You know, Harry, this is the exact
fucking thing I needed after the
fucking plane flight. My ass fell
asleep...
(kick)
...seven times. I need a little
fucking...
(kick)
...exercise.

Harry tries to push himself to his feet, but Ray Bones stomps
on Harry's hands... breaking them... and Harry falls back
down...

Bones crouches down...

BONES
You got a big problem, Harry.

Bones grabs him by the hair, picks him up and throws him
across the room into the wall of pictures, many of them coming
off their hooks and falling on top of Harry.

BONES
Hey, Harry... Harry. Don't you pass
out on me. Look up here...

Harry, a crumpled heap, looks up and we see his bloody
pummeled face as Ray Bones quickly crosses the room. He steps
on Harry's neck with his shoe, pinning him to the floor...

BONES
Where's my money?

Harry can't speak; his jaw is broken. He looks sad lying
there pinned beneath Ray Bones' shoe, wondering how it all
went so wrong.

Bones pulls a 9mm from his coat pocket and aims it down at
Harry's face...

BONES
Harry. I'm gonna ask you one more
time, then I'm gonna shoot you, you
don't tell me what I wanna know...

Harry just makes a noise. Bones aims the gun at him.

BONES
Where's my money?

VOICE
Your money?

Ray Bones looks over as Ronnie Wingate strolls into the
office...

Harry actually looks glad to see him.

RONNIE
Who the fuck are you?

BONES
Ray Barboni. From Miami.

RONNIE
What, like that's supposed to mean
something to me?

Ronnie then puts a cigarette in his mouth, eyes Bones. Harry
tries to follow what's happening from the floor.

RONNIE
The man you're steppin' on belongs
to me and my partner.

BONES
He owes me money.

RONNIE
Get in line, bro.

BONES
I don't like waiting.

RONNIE
Tough shit, bro. This ain't Miami.
You want something, talk to me.

BONES
Hey, fuckball, I don't need your
permission. L.A.'s an open city.

Ronnie opens his jacket so that Ray Bones can see the .357
Ronnie's got tucked into his belt.

RONNIE
Yeah, well, I just closed it.

Bones looks at the gun, looks up at Ronnie standing there,
hands on his hips, holding his jacket open. Bones raises his
own gun...

BONES
You a quick draw... 'bro?' You better
be, your piece stuck way down in
your belt like that.

RONNIE
Whatta you got there... some kinda
pop nine, the fuckin' Fiat of guns,
always jammin' at the wrong time.

Okay. Bones thinks about that. His confidence a little shaken.

They stand there a moment. Harry raises his hand, makes a
gurgling noise as...

Ronnie goes for his gun.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. Harry closes his eyes as Ray Bones shoots
Ronnie over and over, knocking the guy backwards until he
hits the door, and slumps to the floor.

Ray Bones stares at Ronnie a moment, then comes out of his
trance, looks down... quickly steps back...

BONES
Don't you puke on my shoes, Harry.

Harry rolls over on to his side. Ray Bones deep in thought
now, picks the telephone up off the floor, sets it back down
on the desk, then looks at Ronnie again.

BONES
Harry. I need you to do me a favor...

Harry rolls over and looks up at Ray Bones.

BONES
I need you to take this gun and put
a pill in the bro over there for me.

Harry looks at the dead Ronnie Wingate, slumped up against
the door, staring vacantly back at him.

BONES
I know what you're thinking, 'Why
the fuck would I shoot him? He's
already dead.'

Ray Bones crouches down beside him. Harry winces as Ray puts
the gun in Harry's broken hand.

BONES
But see, the cops got these tests,
tell them whether or not a person
fired a gun. And I was never here.

Harry looks pleadingly at Ray Bones.

BONES
You understand, Harry? I was never
here. You say I was, and I'm gonna
come back here throw you out that
fuckin' window.

Harry looks at the gun, feebly aims it at Bones. Bones frowns,
pushes the gun away...

BONES
C'mon, knock it off, Harry. We don't
have a lotta time here...

Harry looks up at Ronnie, raises the gun...

EXT. KAREN'S BACKYARD DUSK

Beer in hand, Chili sits in a chaise longue by the pool.
Karen watches him a moment from the doorway...

KAREN
Not a worry in the world.

He looks over...

CHILI
Your pool needs skimming.

She comes over, sits down.

KAREN
That was Martin. He wants to have
lunch tomorrow. That is, if you can
make it.

CHILI
Depends, who pays?

KAREN
Definitely not Martin. Movie stars
never pick up the check. They have
no idea what things cost. Most of
them don't know their zip code and a
lot don't even know their own phone
number.

Chili looks at Karen a moment.

CHILI
How'd you meet Martin anyway?

KAREN
Not unlike the way Nicki met him.
Except it was a wrap party. Why?

CHILI
I don't know, I'm just havin' some
trouble seeing you two together.

KAREN
You don't like Martin much, do you?

CHILI
Oh, I like him. I just think he's...
short. I mean, he's a good actor and
all, but I'm wondering what it was
exactly you saw in Marty.

KAREN
For starters, Marty wasn't Martin
back then.

Feeling him staring, she keeps her eyes on the sunset, and
tries to change the subject...

KAREN
So what about your story. You thought
of a title yet?

CHILI
How 'bout Get Shorty? Except that
isn't a movie. That's real life.

KAREN
How 'bout Chili's Hollywood Adventure.

CHILI
That's a different story. I'm still
working on that one, you know, getting
the visual fabric just right.
(then)
Although I've added to it.

He looks at her, puts his drink down.

KAREN
Yeah?

CHILI
Yeah. There's a girl in it now.

KAREN
Really.

And he leans over and kisses her.

INT. KAREN'S BEDROOM NIGHT

Karen and Chili lie in bed together. She looks at him...

KAREN
I think you could be an actor. I
know you're acting sometimes, but
you don't show it.

CHILI
You thought I was faking?

KAREN
No. I don't mean that. I just meant
in general.

CHILI
Oh.

The're both quiet a moment. Then...

CHILI
You don't mean a movie star? More
like a character actor?

KAREN
Whichever. Let's talk about it
tomorrow.

But Chili can't stop thinking about this now...

CHILI
I mean I could see myself in movies
Robert De Niro had been in. Or I
could maybe do an Al Pacino movie,
play a hard-on. But I couldn't see
myself in ones, like say the one
where the three guys get stuck with
a baby. They don't know how to take
care of it and you see these big
grown-up assholes acting cute -

KAREN
Hey, Chili? Look at me.

She leans over and kisses him. Is still kissing him when the
PHONE RINGS. They ignore it, let things heat up as we hear
the ANSWERING MACHINE pick up OFF SCREEN...

KAREN (V.O.)
I'm not in right now. Leave a message
at the beep...

A BEEP, followed by...

DORIS (V.O.)
Hi, Karen. It's Doris. Listen, doll,
you might wanna come by Cedars tonight
and visit Harry. He's in the emergency
room...

Chili and Karen both jerk upright.

INT. EMERGENCY ROOM SAME TIME

As Doris leads Karen and Chili towards the triage area.

DORIS
I stopped by his office to see if he
wanted to take me to Le Dome for
dinner when I saw Harry and this
other man lying on the floor.

Doris smiles as two UNIFORMED COPS walk past.

DORIS
Goodnight, Todd. Night, Louis.

Karen and Chili exchange a look as they follow her into...

THE TRIAGE AREA

Where Harry lies in bed in a pain-killer stupor. Both of his
eyes are black. His face is swollen and purple.

KAREN
Harry... My God...

CHILI
What happened?

He raises a bandaged hand and waves feebly...

DORIS
He can't talk. He's full of Demerol.

Harry tries to pull away as she runs a hand through his hair.

CHILI
Who'd he shoot?

DORIS
According to Todd - Sergeant Randall --
a man named Ronnie came by Harry's
office to collect on a debt. He got
rough and Harry shot him.

CHILI
You shot one of the limo guys?

Harry gives Chili a sad look. We then hear...

VOICE
Hello, hello...

They all look over as a RESIDENT walks over trailed by several
MED STUDENTS.

RESIDENT
(enthusiastic)
Okay... here we go. Looks like Mr.
Zimm here's got a broken jaw and
some neck trauma to go with those
fractured hands...

Doris winks at one of the young med students as the resident
then turns to her, Karen, Chili.

RESIDENT
Excuse me, folks...

They step back as the Resident pulls the curtain shut,
blocking their view of Harry.

KAREN
Hey, Harry, listen, Martin wanted to
meet us tomorrow at the Ivy for lunch.
I'd cancel, but Martin's going to
Cannes next week, so I think maybe
Chili and I should still go.

We hear HARRY GRUNT from behind the curtain, then...

RESIDENT (O.S.)
Okay, who wants to take a crack at
wiring Mr. Zimm's jaw?

Chili and Karen look at each other as we then...

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. BO'S DECK MORNING

PHOTOGRAPH OF HARRY ZIMM

Standing beside some giant mutant maggot or something. We
begin PULLING BACK... now we can read a headline above the
photograph, "PRODUCER INVOLVED IN SHOOTING".

BO CATLETT (V.O.)
Motherfucker...

As Bo Catlett sits on his deck reading the newspaper. From
inside, we hear the front door open and a moment later, the
Bear steps out on to the deck, with Farrah, his little girl.

BO CATLETT
Motherfucker...

Bo Catlett looks over as Bear CLEARS HIS THROAT, indicates
Farrah...

BO CATLETT
Hey, Bear. I been calling you, man.
Where you been?

FARRAH
Hi Bo.

BO CATLETT
Hey, Farrah. Hah you, little honey
bunny. You wipe your feet, for you
come in here? Keep Uncle Bo's carpet
nice and white.

BEAR
You see the paper?

BO CATLETT
I seen it, but I don't believe it.
Says Harry shot Ronnie five times.
Four to the chest and one through
his foot.

BEAR
His foot. Jeez, poor Ronnie...

BO CATLETT
Yeah, I'm really gonna miss him.

Bo throws the paper aside.

BO CATLETT
Listen, tonight, later on, I got one
for you doesn't involve any heavy
work. I want you to go have a look
around Chili Palmer's hotel room.

BEAR
I can't. I got to take Farrah to
Satan's place down in Costa Mesa.

BO CATLETT
Who?

BEAR
Her mother. Not that it matters
because I don't work for you no more.
I quit. I just wanted to come by,
tell you to your face so there's no
misunderstanding.

BO CATLETT
Whoa... This is the man used to jump
offa high buildings?

BEAR
Into air bags. There's no cushion
under what you're doing. I'm out of
it, Cat. I'm done.

BO CATLETT
Bear. The Colombians are in L.A.
Seems they all upset about their
money. That ain't enough, as a bonus,
it turns out the yoyo was Escobar's
nephew.

BEAR
That's your problem. You shouldn't've
smoked the guy.

Bo Catlett looks at the Bear, then smiles at Farrah...

BO CATLETT
Come here, honey bunny, come sit
with your Uncle Bo. He hates being
alone.

Bear watches uncomfortably as Farrah sits down with Bo. Bo
looks up at the Bear...

BO CATLETT
Fact, he hates it so much, if he
takes a fall, he ain't gonna fall by
himself.

Bo Catlett keeps his mouth close to her ear...

BO CATLETT
He's gonna plea-deal his way out.
Give up this ace stunt man now one
of the West Coast dope kings, if
they go easy on the Cat.

BEAR
Come here, Farrah...

Bo Catlett holds on to her, looks up at the Bear.

BO CATLETT
I heard in the Federal joints they
let you spend an extra five minutes
at the glass with your Daddy on
Father's Day.

BEAR
Farrah. Come here.

Farrah slips off the couch, walks over to the Bear...

BEAR
After this one, I'm out, Cat, you
understand? This is the last time we
talk to each other.

BO CATLETT
Remember Harry's story about the dry
cleaner Palmer was after? Guy who
stole the three hundred grand from
the airline?

BEAR
What about him?

BO CATLETT
I was thinking tonight you could go
have a look around Palmer's hotel
room while I go check out Karen
Flores' place. See if he hasn't
stashed it somewhere.

BEAR
(beat)
And if we don't happen to find it
under Palmer's mattress or inside
Karen Flores' undie drawer? What
then?

BO CATLETT
Just do what I told you and meet me
back here at midnight.

And he winks at Farrah.

EXT. KAREN'S HOUSE DAY

Chili's minivan is parked out front.

VOICE (V.O.)
Sunset Marquis.

INT. KAREN'S HOUSE SAME TIME

Chili, dressed in his suit, on the phone.

CHILI
This is Mr. Palmer. I have any
messages.

HOTEL OPERATOR
(phone)
A Tommy Carlo called. He said to
tell you that a Mr. Barboni was on
his way to Los Angeles and that you
should...
(clears throat)
...get the fuck out of there.

CHILI
When was this?

OPERATOR
Two nights ago.

Chili hangs up as Karen comes into the room wearing a black
suit, no blouse underneath, putting on an earring.

CHILI
Wow. Nice earrings.

EXT. KAREN'S HOUSE DAY

As Karen and Chili walk out to the minivan...

CHILI
What kinda food they serve at this
Ivy place anyway?

KAREN
Continental, but it doesn't matter.
Martin won't order from the menu.

He opens the door for her...

CHILI
Why not?

KAREN
Because a movie star can never order
straight from the menu. They have to
think of something they have to have
that isn't on the menu.

EXT. THE IVY DAY

As the valet drives off with Chili's minivan, a CAB pulls up
and Harry - his hands bandaged, his neck in a massive brace
- gets out...

KAREN
Harry, what're you doing? You're
supposed to be in the hospital.

CHILI
Yeah, Harry, you look like you belong
in one of your horror movies.

Harry waves them off points to himself as he mumbles through
his wired jaw...

HARRY
...my project...

He then pushes past them and limps up the steps. The hubub
on the patio quiets as the three of them then walk up to the
Maitre D'.

INT. THE IVY DAY

MAITRE D'
Mr. Zimm. Nice to see you.

Harry looks at him, not used to being greeted like this.

MAITRE D'
Right this way.

All eyes are on Harry as they're led to a table. Karen sits
down, looks about at all of the gawking diners...

KAREN
You're a celebrity, Harry. You shoulda
shot someone a long time ago.

Chili watches Harry try to shake a cigarette out of the pack.

Chili reaches over and helps him out.

CHILI
Tell me, Harry, what'd you think of
Ray Bones as a person?

Harry goes stiff, looks at Chili as he lights one for
himself...

CHILI
Only a guy like Bones would mess you
up like this, break your hands for
no reason. He shoot Ronnie, too?

Harry looks at Karen, quickly looks away.

CHILI
Thing I don't get, Harry, is why'd
you go and do a thing like talking
to Ray Bones. You don't need guys
like him or Bo Catlett.

Harry looks at Chili now.

CHILI
I been here a while now and far as I
can tell you're the only person in
town actually making a movie instead
of just talking about it.

Before Harry can answer, we hear a murmur and Chili and Karen
look across the patio to the street, where...

EXT. THE IVY DAY

Martin Weir gets out of a NEW MINIVAN, exactly like Chili's
rental.

INT. THE IVY DAY

WE PAN WITH Martin as he stops off to say hello to people
sticking their hands out at him to greet him, laugh at his
stupid jokes...

MARTIN
Chill. Harry.

Chili nods as Martin smiles, leans down and kisses Karen.

MARTIN
Hi, sweetface. You look great. And
mmmmm, you smell good, too.

KAREN
Thanks.

Martin sits down and fans the air in front of him.

MARTIN
Would you guys mind terribly not
smoking?

Chili takes another drag, blows it out past Martin. Harry
stabs his out, doing the best he can with two broken hands.

MARTIN
So. Harry. I hear you had quite an
experience.

Harry grunts.

MARTIN
Well, I'm glad you're okay. And you
know what else?

Harry watches Karen and Chili a moment longer, turns to
Martin...

MARTIN
I'm glad you rejected me ten years
ago when I auditioned for Eddie
Solomon, the pedophile clown in
Birthday Boy. Had I gotten the part.
I might've gotten typecast.

Martin smiles at his own joke, looks up as the Maitre D'
approaches. Harry turns back to Chili and Karen.

MARTIN
You all ready to order? I kind've
have another thing after this...

Chili watches anticipatingly as Martin studies the menu for
maybe a second, returns it to the waiter...

MARTIN
You know, I feel like an omelette.
You think I could have a cheese
omelette with shallots, but with the
shallots only slightly browned...

Karen and Chili exchange looks, pick up their menus.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. THE IVY DAY

They've finished lunch. Chili shares a bowl of ice cream
with Karen. Harry sips cognac through one of those tiny
cocktail straws...

MARTIN
I think the romance angle in your
story is critically important, that
isn't simply a jump in the sack for
either of them. These two become
deeply in love.

Harry looks up... mumbles through his wired jaw...

HARRY
Which two?

MARTIN
(ignoring him)
Once their lives are in danger and
you have the mob guy coming after
them, it not only heightens the
tension, it adds a wistful element
to their love.

HARRY
Mob guy?

Harry touches his jaw. It hurts to speak.

MARTIN
I have to consider, I mean, as the
mob guy, this is another man's wife
I'm sleeping with.

KAREN
And after all, you have such morals.

Harry looks to Karen for help here...

HARRY
Mob guy?

Martin looks at his watch.

MARTIN
I have to run. But what I hope to
see, they begin to have misgivings
about wanting the money. It becomes
their moral dilemma and they try to
rationalize keeping it, but in the
end they can't. Can they?

HARRY
What money?

MARTIN
(bewildered)
The three hundred large. What other
money is there?
(then)
I should keep quiet, I know, till
I've read the script, but I've got a
feeling about this one. I'm that
shylock.

HARRY
Shylock?

Harry winces in pain. Martin turns to him...

MARTIN
Look at me, Harry.

Harry's already looking at him.

MARTIN
Whatta you think, Chill?

CHILI
That's not bad. I think you got it
down.

Harry turns to Chili, and back to Martin again. Just now
getting it...

MARTIN
Really, it scares me how well I know
him. I could do this one tomorrow,
no further preparation.
(to Karen)
Bye darlin'... you really should
think about acting again. I mean,
maybe we could even do something
together.

Now Harry looks at Karen who forces a smile at Martin.

KAREN
I'll give it some heavy thought.

EXT. KAREN'S HOUSE NIGHT

No lights on. Chili's minivan out front.

KAREN (V.O.)
Chili. Wake up.

INT. KAREN'S BEDROOM SAME TIME

Karen sits up in bed. Chili lies asleep beside her. She nudges
him...

KAREN
Wake up. Someone's downstairs.

Chili sits up on his elbows, listens. We can hear the TV.

KAREN
It's Harry. Downstairs.

Chili sits up on his elbows, listens.

CHILI
You sure?

KAREN
He's doing the same thing you did to
him, playing Letterman on TV.

CHILI
It's not Dave. It's a movie.

KAREN
Are you going down?

CHILI
I don't know.

KAREN
(getting up)
You're as bad as Harry...

CHILI
I'll go. I'll go.

He gets up, pulls on his pants and the Lakers T-shirt he
bought at the airport.

CHILI
Hey, Karen, you have a gun? Any kind
would be fine.

She shakes her head. He listens to the TV, then...

CHILI
I think it's "Rio Bravo".

INT. KAREN'S STUDY SAME TIME

The big-screen TV on loud, the big .45 in his lap. This time
it's a movie, a western, not David Letterman that's on. John
Wayne and Dean Martin shooting bad guys as Chili steps into
the doorway and looks around; the room is empty now. Chili
moves to the television and turns the volume down...

He's about to walk out when the dark shape of Bo Catlett
steps into the doorway and startles him...

BO CATLETT
I need the money.

CHILI
What money?

BO CATLETT
The three hundred grand you got from
a little dry cleaner named Leo.

CHILI
Lemme see if I got this right, you
break into Karen Flores' house, ask
me for three hundred grand, doesn't
even belong to you?

INT. KAREN'S HOUSE HALLWAY

As Karen comes down the stairs, she can see Bo Catlett
standing in the doorway bathed in the flickering light.

BO CATLETT (O.S.)
Give it to me, I'll be on my way.

INT. KAREN'S STUDY SAME TIME

As Chili shakes his head at Bo Catlett...

CHILI
I can't believe the way you guys do
business out here. I can't believe
how fucked up your organization is.

BO CATLETT
Tell you what...

Bo Catlett raises the .45...

BO CATLETT
How 'bout I give you to three, then
I organize your fuckin' brains all
over the wall back there. One...

CHILI
What, you gonna shoot me now, Bo?

BO CATLETT
In just a second. Two...

CHILI
I don't believe this.

BO CATLETT
Three.

Bo Catlett is about to fire... when we hear a SCREAM. Not
just any scream, but a completely professional one that fills
the house and is all over Bo Catlett so that he starts firing
before he's ready, giving Chili time to dive out of the way
as...

Bo Catlett begins firing all over the room... keeps on firing
until without thinking he blows out the TV and the room goes
dark and the scream stops. Then...

CHILI (V.O.)
Karen? You okay?

BO CATLETT (V.O.)
She can't talk right now.

We hear movement, then the lamp goes on and we see Chili
standing beside the desk looking to the doorway where Bo
Catlett now has his hand over Karen's mouth. She struggles,
but Bo hangs on to her...

BO CATLETT
That's a nice scream, lady. You oughta
be in movies.

CHILI
Alright, Bo. You can have the money...
but it's not here. I have to go get
it.

BO CATLETT
Okay. Fine. The meantime, I'll just
hang on to her for safe keeping.

Chili and Karen are looking at each other now.

BO CATLETT
You know Laurel Canyon?

CHILI
I'll find it.

BO CATLETT
I'm at 8150 Wonderland Avenue. It's
right off Laurel.

CHILI
(looking at Karen)
Gimme an hour.

EXT. BO CATLETT'S HOUSE NIGHT

As Bo Catlett pulls up, drags Karen out of the car.

INT. BO CATLETT'S HOUSE SAME TIME

The Bear gets up off the couch as Bo Catlett shoves Karen
inside...

BO CATLETT
You get the money?

BEAR
No. What's this?

BO CATLETT
Plan B. Here ya go, honey...

He shoves Karen into the bathroom and shuts the door...

BO CATLETT
Make yourself comfortable.

INT. BATHROOM SAME TIME

As Karen shuts the door on him. She listens a moment.

BO CATLETT
We gonna make a little trade.

She spots a copy of Martin's hardback Weir'D Tales by the
toilet.

KAREN
For Christ sake...

INT. LIVING ROOM SAME TIME

Bo Catlett goes over to the stereo.

BEAR
Trade for what?

BO CATLETT
The money. Fuck. I gotta think...

We hear Marvin Gaye OVER...

BEAR
Jesus, Bo, what're you doing?

Karen sticks her head out the door...

KAREN
He doesn't know what the fuck he's
doing.

Bo Catlett points the gun at her face...

BO CATLETT
Shut up.

She closes the door.

BEAR
So you kidnapped her?

Karen opens the door again...

KAREN
That's a fucking federal offense,
asshole!

BEAR / BO CATLETT
Shut up!

Again she shuts the door.

BEAR
You get life for kidnapping.

BO CATLETT
Calm down, Bear...

BEAR
Calm down? We're going away for life
and you tell me to calm down?

He taps Bo's gun...

BEAR
(ranting)
Hell, why not just shoot her? Why
not shoot everybody. Fuckin' shoot
me. Shoot the fuckin' president?

BO CATLETT
Don't fade on me now, Bear. Not unless
you wanna hold Farrah on your lap in
a room fulla felons.

The two men stare at each as we hear...

INT. HOUSE SAME TIME

CHILI
So this's one of those houses you
see way up hanging over the cliff.

They both look over at Chili, standing in the doorway,
lighting a cigarette.

CHILI
Where's Karen?

BO CATLETT
(nods to the closed
door)
In the can. That the money?

Chili opens Leo's bag so that Bo can see the money.

CHILI
Lemme see her.

Bo Catlett shrugs, walks over and opens the bathroom door.
Karen stands there with her arms folded across her chest.

CHILI
You okay?

KAREN
Guy's got a fucking pink toilet, for
Christ's sake.

BO CATLETT
She's great. Gimme the money.

CHILI
First you and me gotta get a couple
things straight.

Chili walks to the doorway leading out to the deck and turns
around. He eyes Bo Catlett a moment, then...

CHILI
I've been shot at before - once by
accident, twice on purpose. I'm still
here and I'm gonna be here as long
as I want. That means you're gonna
have to be somewhere else, not
anywhere near me or Harry or Karen.

Chili sets the duffle bag down in front of him.

CHILI
Here's your money. Take it and leave
the movie business to the rest of
us, know what we're doing. C'mon
Karen...

They turn to leave, we hear a LOUD CLICK as Bo raises the
gun, takes a step towards them...

BO CATLETT
You broke in my house and I have a
witness to it.

CHILI
What?

Chili looks at the Bear. The Bear won't look at him.

BO CATLETT
Only this time, no John Wayne and
Dean Martin shooting the bad guys in
El Dorado.

CHILI
It was Rio Bravo. Robert Mitchum was
the drunk in El Dorado, Dean Martin
in Rio Bravo, practically the same
part. John Wayne, he also did the
same thing in both. He played John
Wayne.

BO CATLETT
Man, I can't wait for you to be dead.

CHILI
Bear, you're not really gonna -

The Bear hooks one to Chili's face. Chili drops to his knees.

BEAR
That's for the stairs.

The Bear kicks him, sending Chili back into the living room
at Karen's feet.

BEAR
Ever fallen down stairs before? It
really hurts...

KAREN
Hey -

Karen moves to help Chili. Bo raises the gun...

BO CATLETT
You wanna go first, honey? That's
fine with me.

Bear picks up Chili...

BO CATLETT
Get him off my carpet, you gonna
make him bleed like that.

The Bear knees Chili in the gut, then shoves him out on to
the balcony. Bo Catlett follows them out there...

BO CATLETT
Like I say, 'I warned him, officer,
but he kept coming at me...'

The Bear follows Chili out, hits him again.

BEAR
And that's for the airport.

BO CATLETT
Hey, he should have a weapon, a knife
or something.

BEAR
We'll get it later.

And the Bear hits Chili again...

BO CATLETT
Okay, Bear... that's enough.

But the Bear can't stop, keeps hitting Chili. Bo moves up to
the Bear...

BO CATLETT
Hey, Bear... enough!

The Bear looks at Bo Catlett...

BO CATLETT
You keep hittin' him like that, he
ain't gonna look like he broke in
anymore, he gonna look like someone
beat him up and then shot him.

BEAR
You're right.

And then the Bear, holding on to the back of Chili's shirt,
shoves him towards Bo Catlett, who takes a step back, and
grabs the rail behind behind him, and drops the gun as he
gets a funny look on his face as... THE RAIL BREAKS AWAY...

BO CATLETT
Fuck...

He flails a moment, grabbing at spare, but then quickly grabs
on to Chili...

CHILI
Hey -

The Bear tries to pull Chili back, but ends up holding a
handful of Chili's shirt as both Chili and Bo Catlett go
over the rail together and drop from sight...

KAREN
Chili!

EXT. FROM THE HOUSE BELOW LOOKING UP AT BO CATLETT'S HOUSE

As a body falls... too dark to see who...

EXT. BO CATLETT'S DECK SAME TIME

As Karen spots THE GUN on the deck as two hands appear on
the edge and the Bear rushes forward...

BEAR
C'mon, man, gimme your hand... we
gotta get outta here...

Behind the Bear, Karen picks the gun up off the deck, points
it at the Bear...

BEAR
Hey, Karen, don't -

The Bear reaches down again and BOOM! Karen SHOOTS THE BEAR
IN THE LEG. He cries out, falls back and lets go of...

CHILI

Who now barely hangs on to the deck.

CHILI
Karen! What the fuck are you doing?!

KAREN
Oh, shit... I'm sorry... I thought
that was... I'm so sorry...

She comes over to the edge... helps the now wounded Bear
pull Chili back up on to the deck. Then they all stand there
looking down at Bo Catlett lying in the weeds and scraggly
bushes, a hundred or so feet down, not moving.

Marvin Gaye singing 'Ain't No Mountain High Enongh' as Chili
then steps back, looks at the railing...

CHILI
Jesus. How'd that happen?

The Bear starts taking bolts and nuts, old used ones, out of
his pants pockets. Wiping each one on his shirt before
dropping it over the side...

BEAR
Beats the shit out of me.

BO CATLETT'S POV CHILI, KAREN, & THE BEAR

The three of them looking down. Slowly the picture gets blurry
as we then...

FADE OUT:

WE THEN TILT DOWN TO REVEAL:

EXT. SUNSET MARQUIS HOTEL NIGHT

As Chili and Karen pull to the curb out front. She looks at
him...

KAREN
Were you scared up there?

CHILI
You bet.

KAREN
You don't act like it?

CHILI
I was scared then, not now. How long
you want me to be scared?

She looks off, shakes her head...

CHILI
I'll be right back.

KAREN
(shakes her head)
Go get your stuff.

INT. CHILI'S ROOM NIGHT

As Chili enters, takes off his suitcoat, drapes it over a
chair.

He takes his suitcase out of the closet, throws it on the
bed, and freezes as...

RAY BONES

Extending the 9mm at Chili, comes out of the bathroom.

CHILI
You don't need that. You want to sit
down and talk, it's fine with me.
Get this straightened out.

Bones steps further into the room as Chili turns his back on
Bones, walks to the sofa and sits down.

CHILI
How'd you get in here?

BONES
I told them I was you. I acted stupid
and they believed me.

CHILI
So what brings you to L.A., Bones?

BONES
Don't insult me. Get up and turn
around.

Chili gets to his feet. Bones motions with the gun and he
turns to face the painting over the sofa. Bones comes over
and lifts his wallet from his back pocket.

BONES
You're the dumbest fucking guy I
ever met in my life. Let's see what's
in your pockets.

His face still to the wall, Chili shoves his hands in and
pulls the side pockets out. Bones turns away.

BONES
What you should've done was told me
about Leo Devoe as soon as you found
out.

Chili looks over his shoulder to see Bones pulling his
suitcoat from the back of the chair...

CHILI
Why would I do that?

BONES
'Cause the guy's a customer now,
stupid. His ass belongs to me.

Bones lays the pistol on the counter, holds the suitcoat
with one hand and feels through it with the other expression
changes, his eyes open wider.

BONES
What have we here?

His hand comes out of the suitcoat with the LOCKER KEY. Chili
sits down on the sofa again; he can't believe how easy this
is gonna be...

CHILI
Give me my cigarettes. They're in
the inside pocket.

Bones throws him the coat.

BONES
Help yourself.

Bones then holds up the key to look at it.

BONES
C-one-eight.

Frowning now. Putting on a show.

BONES
I wonder what this's for, a locker?
Yeah, but where is it?

Chili sits back to smoke his cigarette, lets it happen.

CHILI
I checked the bag at the airport,
when I came.

BONES
Yeah? Which terminal?

CHILI
(beat)
Sovereign.

BONES
You found Leo, didn't you? Took the
poor asshole's money and put it in a
locker, ready to go.
(looks at him)
Why haven't you left?

CHILI
I like it here.

Chili shrugs. Bones eyes the key a moment, then...

BONES
Look, there's no reason you and I
shouldn't get along. Forget all the
bullshit from before - I don't even
remember how it started. You took a
swing at me over some fuckin' thing,
whatever it was - forget it. You
owe me some money, right? Forget
that too. But, you don't say a fuckin'
word about this to anybody. It's
strictly between you and me, right?

CHILI
Whatever you want, Ray.

EXT. SUNSET MARQUIS HOTEL NIGHT

As Ray Bones gets into a cab...

WOMAN (V.O.)
Drug Enforcement Agency.

INT. CHILI'S HOTEL ROOM LATER

Chili is on the telephone.

CHILI
I wanna speak to the agent in charge.

WOMAN
(phone)
What is this in regard to?

CHILI
A locker out at the airport, full of
money.

Chili waits. Then...

MAN'S VOICE
(phone)
Who's speaking please?

CHILI
I can't tell you. It's an anonymous
call.

MAN
(phone)
Are you the same anonymous asshole
called the other day?

CHILI
No, this is a different one. Have
you looked in that locker, C-one-
eight?

There's a pause on the line.

MAN
You're helping us out. I'd like to
know who this is.

CHILI
I bet you would. You want to chat or
you want me to tell you who to look
for? The guy's on his way out there
right now.

MAN
You know there's a reward for
information that leads to a
conviction. That's why I have to
know who this is.

CHILI
I'll get my reward in heaven. The
guy you want has a bullet scar in
his head and is wearing gray shoes.
You can't miss him.

EXT. SUNSET MARQUIS NIGHT

As Chili follows the bellboy out of the hotel. He tips the
guy, then gets in the car with Karen.

KAREN
What took you so long?

CHILI
Couldn't find my toothbrush.

He kisses her, then starts the car.

EXT. SOVEREIGN TERMINAL LAX NIGHT

As Bones, seen only from the back now, gets out of the cab,
enters the terminal.

INT. SOVEREIGN TERMINAL SAME TIME

As Ray Bones, still seen only from the back casually strolls
through the terminal, playing with the LOCKER KEY in his
hand.

Ray walks right up to C-18 and inserts the key, turns it,
and opens the locker to reveal a BLACK ATHLETIC BAG sitting
inside...

Chuckling, he then reaches inside...

...then stiffens as we hear a CLICK as a RED LASER DOT hits
him in the temple...

VOICE
Look at me, Boots.

Bones turns his head and we see that it's not the Ray Bones
we know, but... an ACTOR, a tough-looking guy with a scary
face...

WE PULL BACK FURTHER TO REVEAL...

MARTIN WEIR

Standing there with the biggest fucking gun with laser scope
we've ever seen. A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN with the biggest - well,
you get the idea - is standing next to him... She screams...

WOMAN
Watch it, Steve!

Bullets and blood fly as the tough guy pulls a gun from the
locker and begins firing wildly at Martin and the Woman and
Hare Khrishna's and anybody else who happens to be in the
vicinity...

Martin, the tough guy only two feet away, calmly aims his
gun and pulls the trigger, but nothing happens. He shakes
the gun...

MARTIN
Dammit... not again...

DIRECTOR
Cut!

PULL BACK FARTHER TO REVEAL...

A SOUNDSTAGE

Set up like the airport terminal. Martin throws a fit about
the malfunctioning prop as The Bear walks up to him.

BEAR
Martin, maybe you should dive or
roll out of the way or something...

HARRY
Alright, let's wrap! We'll pick it
up tomorrow!

As Karen crosses the soundstage, we track along the backs of
a row of director's chairs with the names... "MARTIN WEIR"...
"HARRY ZIMM"... "KAREN FLORES" and... "CHILI PALMER". Chili
stands chatting with BUDDY LAFKIN.

BUDDY
But Martin already told me he loves
it.

CHILI
Look, I don't know, Buddy, I don't
think Martin's right for this new
one.

BUDDY
Why the hell not?

CHILI
He's too short.

EXT. SOUNDSTAGE DUSK

As Karen, Chili, Harry, Martin, and Buddy all exit the
soundstage.

Karen and Chili get into Chili's minivan.

As they pull out, we see the name "C. Palmer" painted in the
space.

We then CRANE UP AND BACK as Harry, Martin, and Buddy each
get into their own minivans... and we then...

FADE OUT:

THE END

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