INT. SPORTSMAN'S LODGE - SAN FERNANDO VALLEY - DAY
A large crowd has gathered to watch two WHITE BOXERS square
off in a temporary ring in the center of a converted banquet
hall. One is BOBBY, the other is RICKY. They are drawn
together to start the bout by a bell and a hand gesture as
the REFEREE backs away. Immediately the two fighters unload
a relentless barrage of POWER PUNCHES. Neither man is holding
back, and the punches all find purchase in the swelling faces
of their opponent. The crowd rises to its feet in appreciation
of this rare level of competition in the lower strata of the
EXT. BOBBY'S CAR - COLDWATER CANYON - LOS ANGELES - SUNSET
Bobby drives Ricky home through the winding twists of LA's
landmark canyon. Both their faces are swollen, verging on
the grotesque. Bobby drives a black Special Edition 1979
Trans Am with the gold Firebird stenciled across the hood.
The car is not in great shape, but in its day ruled the road.
A Hawaiian mini warrior mask hangs from the rear view.
The T-top is out, and Ricky struggles to light his cigarette
in the wind. He finally ignites the whole book of matches in
frustration, lights up, then tosses it out.
It lands, still flaming, at the base of a 'No Smoking in the
Canyon' sign. They drive down the palm tree lined stretch of
road bordering Beverly Hills. They turn East on Sunset
Boulevard. The Strip lights are first flickering to life.
EXT. RICKY'S APARTMENT - YUCCA CORRIDOR - NIGHT
The opening SCORE dies away as Ricky sits beside Bobby. The
neighborhood is awful. The light of the corner liquor store
and a menthol cigarette billboard make up for the broken
street lamps. Ricky smooths out his running suit and steals
an instinctive cautionary look, scanning all the blind spots
for predators. The swelling has now truly set in. He's a
Did Max mention anything about any
What about boxing?
What about it?
What are you saying?
You said if you didn't have a winning
record after eleven fights, you'd
talk to Max.
So, it was a draw.
Yeah, I'm 5-5 and 1.
So, it's not a winning record.
It's not losing record.
That's not what you said. You said
if you didn't have a winning record --
Don't be shitty.
How am I being shitty?
Don't be shitty.
I wouldn't keep bugging you, but you
said he said he would have a job for
I'm not gonna bring it up to him.
Of course I don't want you to bring
it up to him... But if it comes up...
I'll page you.
Yeah. Page me. You know the number?
Yeah. I know the number.
Cause if you don't know the number,
I can page you with the number so
you'll have the number.
I know the number.
I'll page you with the number. I'll
see you later. What time you done?
I got no idea.
Ask if he said anything to her.
I'll page you with the number.
He drives off. Ricky checks his pager, still furtively
scanning the street.
EXT. JESSICA'S HOUSE - BLACKBURN - LOS ANGELES - NIGHT
Bobby pulls up in front of the quaint Spanish Colonial two-
flat. He bounds up the stairs to the upper unit.
INT. JESSICA'S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS
He lets himself in, searching for his girlfriend. The
apartment is Z-Gallery, with a few accents of Bobby's
Where were you?
He finds her in the bedroom. JESSICA is a knockout. Too
pretty. The pretty that makes a woman a full-time job. What's
worse is she's decked out like a whore. She's wearing slutty
lingerie covered by a bland terry cloth bathrobe. Her
ridiculously long legs are garnished with candy-apple porn
star sky high heels. Bobby watches with cultivated patience
as she applies tasteless amounts of make-up from a Mac case
the size of a tackle box. She's in a hurry.
So, what kind of gig is this?
Easy night. Bachelor party. Can we
give Wendy a ride?
No. What kind of bachelor party?
The easy kind. They're young and
rich and well mannered.
She turns to look at him and reacts to his horrifying
Oh my god. What happened?
A draw. What makes you think they're
Bobby, this is a plumb gig. It's a
bunch of young agents and it's at a
restaurant. It's gonna be easy and
we'll make a lot of money.
I don't like you working with Wendy.
Why are you working with Wendy?
They requested her. It was her gig.
Max put me on as a favor.
Some favor. I hope they know you're
not like Wendy.
If they asked for her, they're
probably expecting blowjobs all
Will you cut it out! Get ready, we're
Who's watching the baby?
She's downstairs with Ruth. Get ready.
Bullshit. These are classy customers.
You can't show up all fucked up with
a Fila running suit on.
They're not too classy to have tits
rubbed in their face.
She rises and swaps her robe for a floor length overcoat.
God, is she hot.
Stop. I love you.
She leans in for a kiss. He lets his anger melt. He leans in
to kiss her. She gives him last minute cheek to save the
perfection of her sparkling twenty minute lips.
He follows, slightly slighted.
EXT. JESSICA'S HOUSE - BLACKBURN - LOS ANGELES
As the couple hurries down the stairs, The face of a SMALL
GIRL peeks out the first floor window. This is CHLOE, Jess'
daughter. Her age is somewhere between Paper Moon and Jerry
Maguire. She watches without expression as her mom leaves
EXT. HAVANA ROOM - BEVERLY HILLS - NIGHT
They valet the car and approach the members only cigar lounge.
Bobby opens the door for her.
INT. HAVANA ROOM - LOWER LOBBY - NIGHT
An attractive female HOSTESS sees Bobby's undesirable
May I help...?
She then sees Jessica and guesses her occupation.
Oh, hi. They've been expecting you.
Take the elevator upstairs. You can
change in the card room.
INT. ELEVATOR - HAVANA ROOM - NIGHT
They stand side by side in silence as the lift rises. Jess
adjusts her bosom. Bobby continues to percolate. His pager
goes off. He recognizes the number.
You talk to Max today?
I'm not gonna mention Ricky to him.
Don't expect you to mention it to
him. I'm just saying, if --
The only way he'll go with Ricky is
if you're in too.
Well, that's not gonna happen.
Fine. You want to help Ricky, talk
to Maxie yourself.
I feel weird asking him.
You shouldn't. He likes you.
I just wish he never brought it up.
Ricky won't shut up about it.
Forget Ricky. You should be glad Max
got you driving for me.
No coke tonight.
Leave me alone. I haven't touched
anything in months.
The elevator door opens, and a room full of horny young AGENTS
and EXECUTIVES see Jessica and cheer. She smiles and drops
her coat. The crowd can't believe their luck when they see
how hot she is. Bobby's heart sinks. He picks up her coat
and walks to the bar as the men wave bills at the love of
INT. BAR - HAVANA ROOM - UPSTAIRS - CONTINUOUS
Bobby settles into a bar stool, watching the action from a
distance. WENDY, a slutty Pam Anderson pre-tit-removal
wannabe, is already bouncing her ass ghetto-style in a young
agent's face. The crowd gravitates to the new meat like a
pack of ravenous dingoes. A beautiful young BARTENDER with
her hair tied back drops a cocktail napkin in front of Bobby.
She sees his bruises.
Did you get the license plate of the
Johnny Red rocks.
A BLACK MAN in his late twenties slithers up beside him.
His name is HORRACE and he seems to like gold. He puts down
his empty highball glass.
Martel's and coke. One ice cube. In
a snifter this time.
Snifter are for warm drinks --
Yeah, snifters are for cognac --
When served warm --
What's the matter? You ain't got no
snifters in this motherfucker?
We have snifters
Then put my Martel's in a snifter.
She walks away to get him his snifter.
Like I'm gonna break her goddamn
Bobby downs his drink as he watches Jess give a HORNY GUY in
a suit a lap dance. He gets a little frisky, grabbing her
ass cheeks. Bobby begins to RISE. Jess circumvents any
confrontation by smiling and twisting away his wrists. She
throws Bobby the 'Don't worry, I got it' look. He sits.
Horrace pokes his nugget encrusted fingers into his sock,
counting a stack of bills.
It's already been a hell of a night.
Where you been?
I had a fight up at Sportsman's.
Well, you look it. You win?
What's your record at?
Yeah, well you let me know when you
wanna start makin the real money.
I'm serious. Humping sheetrock and
driving on weekends got to get to
you after a while. Might be nice to
buy your lady something. All it takes
is one fight.
Wendy is now being dry humped by two guys. Jessica looks
over at her, and is concerned. Lines of protocol are
definitely being crossed. Jess' horny guy makes a bold move,
jamming his face in her cleavage. In a split second, Bobby
has crossed the room and has him by a wrist. The guy is
surprised by Bobby's presence and grotesque appearance.
There's no touching.
But what about them?
I don't give a shit. I work for her.
She hands Bobby a stack of sweaty bills. He walks away,
zipping the roll into his pocket. When he arrives at the
bar, a drunk EXECUTIVE is having a quiet conversation with
Horrace. Horrace looks around, answers, and the executive
picks quite a few hundreds out of his wallet. Horrace walks
him back to Wendy. Bobby grinds his teeth and points to his
empty glass. The bartender pours and watches the interaction
as Wendy walks off with the executive. The party howls as
they leave the room for some privacy.
That's not allowed.
Bobby downs another drink. Things are now heating up for
Jess as mob mentality takes hold. She squirms. We TRACK BACK
with Bobby's face as he bee lines for the feisty horny guy,
who holds Jess' hips as he grinds her.
I said no touching.
Look, man, I'm the bachelor, alright?
I gave her a hundred bucks in tips
Get your hands off of her.
Dude, listen, man. I'm cool. How
much for the treatment?
Your dance is over.
Come on, dude. The other chick's
giving my best man a blow job in the
toilet. I know the drill, I'll wear
a rubber --
Bobby cracks his face apart with an uppercut. Another guy
rises in protest and is on his ass with a broken nose before
he can speak.
God damn it...
Bobby drags his girl by the arm to the men's room. He kicks
open the door and grabs Wendy, who is doing coke off a mirror
with her john. He drags the women out. Horrace disappears. A
PARTIER calls to the bartender.
Call the police.
She picks up the phone, but doesn't dial. She hides a smile.
Bobby drags the women down the staircase.
INT. BOBBY'S CAR - LOS ANGELES - NIGHT
Bobby drives, eyes locked on the road. Jess is beside him,
Wendy's in the back.
What the fuck was that about?
You wanna get us busted? If Max found
out you were turning tricks --
I got news for you, Bobby, he don't
give a shit.
You think he don't know? I give him
his cut of seventeen hundred, I think
he knows I can't make that lap
Fuck you! No more for you. You won't
be Jess' driver for shit when Maxie
hears this shit happened again.
Nobody's fuckin talking to you.
And how could you fucking leave
I got news for you, Horrace got his
ass out of there before you did.
What? You don't think Horrace would
leave your white ass in there to
Alright. Enough already. Let's get
some food. I better call Maxie and
tell him what happened before he
hears it on his own.
EXT. JOB SITE - PACIFIC PALISADES - DAY
ESTABLISHING SHOT of the upscale renovation.
INT. JOB SITE - PACIFIC PALISADES - DAY
Bobby is part of a large CREW OF PLASTERERS midway through
an Amalfi Drive renovation. He trowels a thin coat of plaster
on a kitchen wall. Ricky drags his ass as he sweeps up dust
and diamond wire scraps. The two of them are swollen to hell
as they work side by side in the upscale remodel.
So I'm like, 'Maybe I'm not on the
list cause I'm not a fuckin Persian.'
I thought you hate that club.
I do. It's a fuckin Persian Palace.
Then why do you try to get in?
The DECORATOR walks in with a YOUNG COUPLE and their six
year old KID. The decorator is irritating. The husband is a
shlubby Jew. His wife is a hot shiksa.
The kid looks like he might already be gay. The guys work
diligently and quietly.
And as you can see, we're a little
behind in here. We always knew the
kitchen would be the trouble spot.
When will it be ready? Are we still
shooting for Christmas? I really
want Christmas in the new house.
We're trying. Unfortunately the trades
are stacking a bit. But look at this
Italian plaster job. The color skim-
coat will go on next.
It looks great.
Ricky sneaks some eye contact to the wife. She almost smiles
as he peers at her with his battle scarred face. The little
boy pokes his finger into the wet plaster. Bobby throws him
a look. The kid just stares back like he owns him.
Did you see the stove yet?
The Viking was delivered?
Yes, of course. It's in the garage.
They leave. Bobby repairs the plaster damage.
You see that, bro? She wants to fuck
Ricky's pager goes off.
You see that? My shit's blowing up.
He looks around and grabs the wall phone and dials.
Come on, man. Not with the owners
Hey, baby... Nothing. What are you
doing...? Yeah, I'll probably cut
In walks ARTHUR, the plastering contractor and their boss.
Watch out, the fag's here.
Get off the fucking phone. Then he
wants to know why he's still sweeping
floors. Bobby, you got a minute?
Bobby looks concerned. Something's wrong.
EXT. JOB SITE - PACIFIC PALISADES - DAY
Bobby and Arthur stand by a gravel pile outside the huge
remodel. Arthur looks around and they duck into his Suburban.
Look, Bobby, I don't know what
happened, and I don't want to know
what happened, but something's up.
What are you talking about?
Maxie wants me to replace you on the
job tomorrow. He wants you to come
by the office today.
They were grabbing her fucking ass --
Hey. I don't know, I don't want to
know. Far as I'm concerned, you're a
good kid. I got news, though, without
you here I can't keep on your friend.
I got enough people pretending to
Do me a favor, Arthur, keep him on
til I see what's happening.
EXT. MAX'S OFFICE - VAN NUYS - DAY
Bobby parks his car in the off street lot of Max's run-down
industrial complex. Bobby walks past the many businesses
that share the structure in tandem.
MEN working in an auto BODY SHOP go about their business,
but discreetly watch as the unfamiliar man passes. Bobby
carries himself with the proper amount of ambivalence. He
then passes a loading dock, which also has a secretive stench.
Finally, he arrives at a STEEL DOOR, above which is mounted
a video camera, several generations past its prime.
A steel sign reads simply: 'M and M Contracting'.
Bobby rings the bell and looks up to the surveillance camera.
He is buzzed in.
INT. M AND M CONSTRUCTION OFFICES - VAN NUYS - CONTINUOUS
Bobby walks into an anticlimactically mundane office. The
decor is sixties industrial gray. There is a waiting area
next to a flimsy lucite partition/reception window, behind
which is a desk. Behind the desk is AUDREY, the sixty-plus
receptionist whose hair was recently 'set' and colored by
her beautician. Security seems quite lax.
Hi, uh, excuse me. I'm here to see
You're Bobby, right?
Good afternoon, Bobby. I'll let Max
know you're here.
She fiddles with her phone. Bobby sits at the kidney shaped
coffee table. He thumbs through a copy of Redbook.
He'll be a minute, hon. You want
No thank you.
You sure? I just made it.
No, thank you. I'm good. Thanks.
He calms his nerves by staring at a recipe for Strawberries
INT. MAX'S OFFICE - VAN NUYS - DAY
Bobby walks in. He doesn't seem like he's been there before.
The first thing that hits you is all the thoroughbred racing
shit all over the place. Brass table top statues, pictures
of jockeys with wreaths, hand-painted(!) portraits of horses
faces. The second thing you notice is MAX REUBEN. He's an
off-the-rack East Coast Jew.
He's got deep-set eyes and Abe Vigoda brows. He wears a golf
shirt with a little penguin on it, and oversized reading
glasses are perched on his balding head. His nose was broken
in '63. He smiles broadly as Bobby enters. Bobby forces a
Will ya calm down. Just calm down
for a minute, Nadeleh. The money
will be there. How do I know? I just
know... Yes. Yes, that's exactly
what I'm saying... You got my word.
He hangs up his rotary phone and looks up to Bobby, who stands
looking at the painting with his ears closed.
You like the ponies?
You bet the ponies?
Me? No. Not really.
Smart. Hard as hell to handicap. You
know what I like? Hai Alai. Fast
game. You know why I like it?
It's fixed. That's the only way to
win. A sure thing. See that horse.
Yeah. The blaze. I bought her in
'66. Hired a trainer, stall, whatever
it was. That horse made me over a
hundred grand. In 'sixties' dollars.
You know what that is today?
A million. Easy.
She was fast, huh?
Never won a race. But it got me in
with the trainer. We'd have a thing,
I don't remember, some fucking thing.
The jockey would raise his whip, it
meant the fix was in, we'd all go
running. People get greedy. First
they bet small, they keep their mouth
shut. Within a month's time, everyone
and their brother was in on it. The
odds would drop, I mean you could
watch the goddamn board. It looked
like a fuckin stopwatch, the odds
would drop so fast.
That's why they call it the smart
Maxie laughs a genuine laugh.
I like you, kid. Why do you gotta
make it so hard for me to take care
Mr. Reuben, I swear to God, they
were out of line.
Last time, maybe, with the Puerto
Ricans, but these were nice Jewish
They were out of line --
They're fucking yeshiva buchas. You
didn't have to tear up the goddamn
place. You knocked out a guys teeth.
That prick tried to get Jessica to
blow him in the bathroom --
Bobby, I love Jessica like she's my
own daughter. I would kill anyone so
much as lays a finger on her or her
beautiful daughter, but that fucking
pisher you socked in the mouth has
the most expensive dentist in Beverly
Hills and wants I should buy him an
implant. Your silverback horseshit's
gonna cost me eight grand.
I'll work it off.
Not driving Jess, you won't.
You're not driving Jess no more.
Two strikes, Bobby, and this last
one was big. The bachelor's father
goes to my schul.
So, that's it. I'm out?
I didn't say that.
Then what are you saying?
Bobby. You're a bull terrier and I
got you herding sheep.
I don't understand.
It's my fault. I send you out to
watch scum drool all over the love
of your life, then I wonder why you
seered. It's my fault. The tooth is
on me. But no more. I'm 'reassigning'
I don't want to drive another girl,
Max. The only reason I'm --
Who the fuck do you think you're
talking to? This ain't a fucking
democracy. You want out?
Don't I put food on you're table? I
sponsor your training, I take care
of your girl and her little baby. I
even pay that deadbeat friend of
yours to push a goddamn broom.
Now you wanna shut up and listen and
hear what I got to say?
I got a way we make everybody happy.
We try something out. There's someone
I'm in business with named Ruiz. I
want you to accompany him on a drop.
(off Bobby's look)
Just as scenery. Ruiz has his boys.
I just want a big guinea with a busted
up face to give him a deep bench. As
Ruiz knows about this?
Ruiz wants to go alone, but it's not
up to Ruiz. It's up to me, and I
like a sure thing. Just go and we're
square on the tooth.
What about Ricky? He'd jump at the
Ricky? Ricky 'I lost the truck' Ricky?
You told him you liked him.
That was before he lost my carpet
He'll work it off.
I don't know the kid, and what little
I do scares me.
He's good people, Mr. Reuben. I swear.
You vouch for him?
The exchange has taken on a gravity.
How 'bout this. If you're in, he's
I gotta tell you, Mr. Reuben, I'm
not comfortable getting in any deeper.
It's one thing to look after Jess...
You're ready to move up. Christ, the
way you busted up the place, you're
doing worse already. May as well get
paid instead of punished.
It's not that I don't appreciate the
Do me a favor. Think about it. Is
that too much too ask?
No. Okay. I'll think about it.
EXT. SPORTS FIELD - HOLLYWOOD HIGH SCHOOL - DAY
ESTABLISHING SHOT of the mural for the HOLLYWOOD SHEIKS
football team. Bobby and Ricky walk past the empty stands
watching the HIGH SCHOOL FOOTBALL TEAM practice. Ricky drinks
from a brown paper bag.
We need guns.
We don't need guns.
I think we might.
He didn't say we need guns.
He implied it.
You don't imply about something like
that. You lay it out on the table.
Besides, I'm not taking the job.
TIME CUT. Ricky and Bobby watch the field from behind the
This is the opportunity of a lifetime.
What are you? Nuts? You've been
waiting for this kind of opportunity.
No. You've been waiting for this
kind of opportunity.
Damn right, I have. You think I like
living on fucking Yucca? We do a
good job on this, we're in.
What happened to boxing? I thought
we made a vow.
Shit. Who we kidding? I know I suck,
and I held you up for ten rounds --
Please. I got three inches on you.
You wouldn't have landed a punch if
I didn't let you.
You wanna go right now?
I'll beat your ass --
They slap-box in the empty stairs. This attracts the attention
of the team and the COACH, who has walked up to the bottom
of the stands. He calls out to them.
Ricky! Bobby! Cut that shit out!
How's the boxing going?
It takes time, Bobby. You always had
What about me coach? Did I have heart?
The coach throws a look and walks back to practice, blowing
We look good this year.
We'll kill Fairfax this year.
I still can't believe you missed the
fucking team bus.
Your first start at DB, it's against
Fairfax, and you miss the fucking
What are we delivering?
We're not delivering shit. Ruiz is
delivering something, and whatever
it is is his business.
Who is this fucking Ruiz?
Maxie says he runs a tight ship. I
wouldn't fuck with him.
Some Mexican? How much could he weigh?
A buck fifty, tops? I'd kick his
(looks at watch)
I gotta pick up the baby.
Why do you always get stuck taking
care of the kid.
I like it.
It's not even yours.
I like it.
Bobby pulls into a RTA bus stop in front of...
EXT. THE LITTLE RED SCHOOL HOUSE - LA BREA - CONTINUOUS
Bobby's Trans Am is parked in the bus stop in front of the
school. Ricky is on the phone, oblivious, as a black METER
MAID gives the car a ticket. Bobby walks down the walkway
with Chloe, Jessica's daughter, and takes the ticket.
INT. BOBBY'S CAR - PARKED ON HIGHLAND - CONTINUOUS
He helps Chloe into the back. Chloe is silent and clutches
dried macaroni glued to a paper plate and spray-painted
(on cell phone)
Yeah, yeah... No. No. I'll be there.
You gotta get me to the Magic Castle
How'd you unlock my phone?
I tried your ATM PIN. I gotta kill
an hour. Let's grab a beer.
Ricky's not wearing one.
Ricky, can you put on a seat belt?
No, man. It wrinkles my shit. Let's
grab a fuckin beer --
C'mon, man, not in front of the baby.
Put on your seat belt before I get
Jesus Christ, fine. Alright?
See? Now everyone's got one on.
(re: macaroni plate)
What do you got there?
A elephant seal. Where's mommy?
She's, uh, sleeping.
Mommy works hard so you can have all
your pretty clothes. Don't you like
your pretty clothes?
Show uncle Ricky what you made.
Let's grab a beer.
EXT. COLOR ME MINE - LA BREA - DAY
ESTABLISHING SHOT of the storefront ceramics workshop.
INT. COLOR ME MINE - LA BREA - DAY
Bobby paints a CERAMIC PLATE as Chloe does the best she can
painting a frog in this do-it-yourself crafts store. Ricky
looks out of place as he lights a Marlboro and bitches.
Why can't we just grab a goddamn
I promised Chloe we'd come here.
Oh, give me a break. Look at her.
She don't even know where the hell
she is. She'd have more fun at
I'm not taking her to a bar.
Why not? I grew up in bars. It's fun
for a kid.
A YOUNG FEMALE SALESPERSON approaches Ricky.
Excuse me, there's no smoking in the
Why? You serve food?
No. Store policy. And you can't sit
at a station without purchasing a
Could you believe this shit? Fine.
Give me an ashtray.
She brings him an unpainted ceramic ashtray from a display.
What color paints would you like?
He SNUFFS the CIGARETTE out in the ashtray in the palm of
her hand. She puts it down and leaves in a huff.
I'm telling you, bro, we're on the
verge. He's reaching out to us.
Chloe stops painting.
What's wrong, baby?
He's not doing it.
What? Did she say something?
She wants you to paint the ashtray.
I'm not painting the fu --, I'm not
painting the ashtray. And frogs aren't
It's a poison arrow tree frog.
Will you paint the damn thing. Why
do you gotta be such a baby.
Fine. Here, look. I'm painting.
He haphazardly paints. Chloe resumes her task.
Max won't let me drive Jess to dance
Who's driving her?
I don't know.
This paint sucks. The white shows
EXT. MAGIC CASTLE MOTEL - FRANKLIN - DAY
Bobby pulls up. The WIFE of the Amalfi homeowner is
precariously waiting and smoking.
INT. BOBBY'S CAR - MAGIC CASTLE MOTEL - CONTINUOUS
Right here's fine.
Is that the woman from..?
She really liked the kitchen.
He pops out, and the woman corrals him into a room. Bobby
INT. JESSICA'S HOUSE - BLACKBURN - LOS ANGELES - NIGHT
Jessica is half made up and half dressed. Little Chloe sits
at the kitchen table twirling a spoon around her head. Her
mom is haphazardly cooking a rushed supper. Bobby sits
watching TV in his sweats in the adjoining living room.
Here, sweety, mommy's in a hurry.
I don't want grilled cheese.
Mommy has to work.
I hate cheese.
Here, sweety. Don't be a little shit.
Bobby approaches and takes the pan. He kisses Jess.
Go finish getting ready. I'll take
care of dinner.
Yeah? You sure?
She shuffles off. Bobby puts up some water and heats a pan,
adding oil. Garlic.
You're not my daddy.
You gonna bust my horns, or you want
I want spaghettis.
He pours in a can of sliced olives in with the capers.
You better watch everything I'm doing.
You know why? Because that's how you
learn to cook. I watched my grandma
cook every night. That's how I
learned. If you can't cook, then you
gotta go out to eat every night,
then you spend all your money on
food. And when you eat in restaurants,
the cooks scratch their ass and touch
There's a knock on the door.
Could you get that, baby?
He does. It's Horrace. Bobby's surprised.
What's up? Jess ready?
You driving her?
She'll be out in a minute.
Horrace tries to walk in. Bobby stands in the door.
She'll be out in a minute.
Jess hurries in, clipping earrings.
Hiya Ho. Come in. I'll just be a
He throws Bobby a look as he slides by.
Some shit smells good in this
Bobby's cooking. He's the best. Whip
him up something.
Yeah. Whip me up something. I'm hungry
as a motherfucker.
Jess hurries out, brushing her hair.
Watch your mouth in front of the
Bobby joins Jess in the back.
INT. BEDROOM - JESSICA'S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS
Bobby enters, boiling over with opinions.
No way that cocksucker's driving
Maybe if you didn't go Rambo every
time I did a lapdance, you'd still
be doing it yourself. Meantime, I
gotta feed my little girl.
Maxie's fucking with me. He put you
with the spook to get under my skin.
Ho's a good guy --
Ho's a fucking pimp! He encourages
Wendy to turn tricks. And she's his
Shhh. He'll hear you.
Good! It'll save me the trouble of
repeating myself. He's not fucking
Listen to me, Bobby. This is my job.
It puts a roof over me and my daughter
and you for as long as you want to
I want you to quit.
Look at the bills. I can't. I'm not
gonna put my daughter through what I
I'll support you.
Max offered to stake me.
Yeah, well Max offers a lot of things.
And I got news for you. He's not the
sweet old man you think he is.
She crosses to the door, abruptly ending the discussion.
Bobby grabs her.
She needs a family. A dad. I'll give
her what you never had.
Don't get my hopes up. If I quit,
what then? I can't go through this
She leaves the bedroom.
INT. FRONT ROOM - JESSICA'S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS
Bobby enters to find Horrace eating the pasta and feeding
Chloe the grilled cheese.
C'mon girl. Eat up.
Get away from her.
(not backing down)
C'mon, Ho. We're late.
Yeah. We got money to make. See you
around, Bobby. You make a good
puttanesca. Mmmmm-mmmm. You should
make that shit for a living.
They leave. Bobby looks at Chloe, who spits out the cheese
The DIALOGUE PRELAPS over a BLACK SCREEN...
This is the last time I speak to
either of you in person about work
related matters. All of our
interactions in the future will be
social. If you have any questions
about anything work related, you
will direct them to Ruiz. He has my
FADE UP on...
INT. MAX'S OFFICE - VAN NUYS - DAY
Max sits behind his desk as he briefs Bobby and Ricky. Bobby
wears sweats. Ricky wears a suit. Max speaks with a directness
suggesting gravity. He lays down two MANILA ENVELOPES. The
two guys pick them up.
Everything you need or need to know
is in these envelopes. Do not --
Ricky starts to tear his envelope open.
open the envelopes until you have
left this office.
Ricky sheepishly draws a length of scotch tape from Max's
desk set dispenser.
Mid-pull, he becomes self-conscious and asks for permission.
Can I borrow a piece of --
Go ahead. Open the fuckin things.
You should each find fifteen hundred --
They tear open the envelopes. Ricky's flies apart, sending a
stack of crisp new Franklin HUNDREDS falling from the air
like a New England autumn morning.
dollars in c-notes, a numeric pager,
a double-A battery, and a first class
round-trip ticket to JFK.
We're going to New York?
Yes. You're going to New York.
And the money. Where do we bring the
That money is your per diem.
And where do we bring it?
Yes, for expenses and such. Now,
you'll be contacted on your pager as
to where you should go. You each
have been given an extra battery, so
there is absolutely no excuse as to
why a page would not be immediately
returned. Am I making myself
You will not carry any other pagers
with you. You will not carry anything,
for that matter, that I have not
just given you.
What about my keys?
You can carry your keys. You will
not mention my name or imply that
you are in my employ. You will not
speak to anyone while you are working.
When you are not working, you are
considered to be 'on call' and
available twenty-four hours a day.
This means you will not get drunk or
do anything that will prevent you
from operating in a professional
manner. There is already a number in
your pager's memory. It is a car
service. When they ask you what
account, you will respond: 'Cardiff
Giant.' They will pick you up and
take you anywhere you need to go. In
other words, there is no reason why
you should not reach any destination
that you will be called upon to reach
within fifteen minutes. Do you see a
What is it?
You want --
Not you. I want Ricky to answer.
I get it.
Don't worry. I get it.
So tell me how it is.
You want... Why are you picking on
Because you lost my fucking carpet
cleaning van and I don't like you.
I already told you, I parked it for
five minutes and I locked it with
the club --
You want us to be wherever you want
us to be, ASAP, no questions asked.
So, wait, what are we dropping off?
INT. LAX - DAY
One of those cool over cranked tracking shots of the two
guys walking purposefully that means we're really getting
down to business now. A cool song is playing. Ricky and Bobby
each hold a manila envelope.
INT. SECURITY CHECK - LAX - DAY
Bobby lays his envelope on the x-ray conveyor belt. He walks
through the metal detector. He passes the check.
Ricky does the same. The ALARM goes off. Bobby looks
concerned. Ricky pulls a ring of KEYS and drops it in the
tray with a look to Bobby. Bobby looks relieved. Ricky is
dressed to the nines: Dark blazer over a dark sweater. Bobby,
more casual, wears dark slacks, a dark shirt and a gold horn
around his neck.
INT. FIRST CLASS CABIN - UNITED AIRLINES 777 - DAY
They check their boarding stubs and sit in the plush first
class seats in the almost empty cabin.
Holy shit. Can you believe this?
See, man. Maxie fuckin takes care of
you when you're in. Beats cleaning
What's the movie?
I'll get the girl.
Nah, don't bother --
Ricky rings the service chime. An attractive young FLIGHT
ATTENDANT arrives. She has a tray of champagne and orange
(turning off the
Champagne or orange juice?
Ricky takes a champagne. She smiles and walks away. He stops
mid-gulp and rings the bell again. She turns with a smile.
(turning off the
Yeah, uh, what's the movie?
It's in your copy of Hemispheres. I
believe it's Mickey Blue Eyes.
I'll get you the list of videos, if
you don't mind, I'll offer the other
passengers a beverage.
Yeah, sure. How much are they?
How much is what?
You're up front. Everything's free
She smiles. He smiles. She walks away. He rings the bell
again. She returns with a strained smile.
(turning off the
Drinks are free, right?
Would you care for another one?
He takes another champagne and she crosses to leave. He calls
I'll have a Cutty on the rocks.
She smiles and walks away.
You hear that? You can drink as much
as you want up here.
We're not supposed to get drunk.
We're on call.
Unless we're supposed to whack out
the fuckin' pilot, I don't think
we're gonna have to work in the next
I don't want to show up hammered.
We're supposed to be representing
Oh, I'll represent alright.
He rings the bell.
Cut that shit out.
Where do you live?
Where do you live?
I operate out of the Chicago O'Hare
hub. Can I help you with anything
Yeah. Me and my boy here are gonna
be in New York overnight. I want you
to pass the word around to the honeys
back in business class that you all
got plans for tonight. I'm talkin' a
California style, Tupac, gangster
pool party back at the hotel. And
make that drink a double.
She stares at him for a BEAT.
Listen, asshole, I don't care if
you're the Sultan of Brunei, no man
talks to me like that. Now you can
either learn some manners or I can
make a formal complaint to the airport
authorities and we can sort this out
while you're waiting stand-by for
the next flight to Kennedy.
She walks away. He turns off the bell light.
INT. JFK INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT - NEW YORK - DAY
The PASSENGERS file off the plane and out of the gate. Bobby
walks out purposefully. Ricky staggers slightly. He got his
money's worth. Bobby checks his pager and Ricky scans the
crowd through his buzz.
Shit. No new pages. I don't even
know where the fuck we're supposed
Maybe we should call for a cab.
No. Look. There.
A hulking Italian DRIVER holds up a sign reading 'CARDIFF
'Cardiff Giant.' That's us.
Yeah. He said that's our account
with the car service.
They approach the driver.
Hi. I, uh, think that's us.
Hi. I'm Jimmy.
Soho Grand, right?
You're going to the Soho Grand hotel,
I'm not sure. All I know is the
account is Cardiff Giant.
Yeah. You're staying at the Soho
Grand. You got anything checked?
Traveling light. I like that.
Is it nice?
The Soho Grand?
You're from LA, right?
You'll love it.
EXT. LIVERY STAND - JFK INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT - DAY -
Jimmy walks them out and up to a black STRETCH LIMO. He opens
the door. Ricky's eyes light up.
The flight attendant who told Ricky off rolls her overnight
bag past them. Ricky can't help himself. He calls after her...
You missed out, lady! We're staying
at the Soho Grand! I'd give you a
ride in my limo, but I gotta stretch
my shit out.
She ignores him.
INT. LIMOUSINE - QUEENS - DAY
They ride in the back. Ricky fucks with the buttons.
So whenever we want...
Yeah. Grab one of the cards behind
you. Call that number. It's my cell.
So you're our own private guy?
I handle most of Cardiff Giant's
You know my pager number?
No. What is it?
I don't know. I thought you might.
Any idea what the job is?
The 'job?' Alls I know is I'm taking
you to the Soho Grand.
Where is the Soho Grand?
EXT. LIMOUSINE - QUEENS - MONTAGE - DAY
The LIMO drives past a vista of the luminescent SKYLINE.
The lights twinkle through the highway emissions. The
SOUNDTRACK takes a decidedly carnivorous, urban turn.
EXT. NEW YORK CITY - STREETS MONTAGE (CONT.) - DAY INTO DUSK
The limo drives through the streets of the city. Steam comes
out of a manhole cover (if we can afford it).
EXT. SOHO GRAND HOTEL - SOHO - GOLDEN HOUR - DUSK
ESTABLISHING SHOT of the trendy architectural hotel. The
limo pulls up.
INT. SOHO GRAND HOTEL - SOHO - NIGHT
INT. BOBBY'S SUITE - SOHO GRAND HOTEL - SAME
A young black BELLMAN walks Bobby into his suite. They are
followed by Ricky. The room is beautiful. Blonde wood paneling
is offset by black and white photos of New York's past. Modern
furniture and a mirrored wet bar give the suite a luxurious
...And here is the key to the mini-
bar. Room and tax has been picked up
by Cardiff Giant, as well as one
fifty in incidentals.
Phone, room service, mini-bar. Any
additional expense. If you need
anything you can push the button
marked 'Concierge', and they'll be
able to help you.
He hands the bellman a tip. He then pulls out a card key and
Bobby dials phone.
Now, Mr. Slade, you're in room 315.
Just give me the key. I'm gonna stay
Is it a good room?
I can take you down there.
Just tell me. Wait, here... Do you
have change of a hundred?
Not on me, sir.
Here. Take it. Bring me back eighty.
Are you sure?
Yeah. Take it.
Thank you very much, sir.
Is it the good room?
All the suites are about the same.
Come on. Just tell me. It'll save
all the trouble of you showing me
all the rooms.
Honestly, the suites are all about
What if I gave you forty?
It's as good a suite as we have,
unless you want two bedrooms.
No. That's cool. Bring me back eighty.
Thank you, sir.
Where's the place to go tonight?
As far as...?
Nightlife. Where's the hot ass?
Yeah 'women.' If I was a fag I could
get laid in a subway.
I don't know, Forum's pretty hot
tonight. It might be hard to get in,
Don't worry about me getting in.
Just tell me where it is.
It's on West Broadway.
See you later.
Yeah, take care.
Thanks again. I'll bring up your
The bellman leaves.
Hi girls, It's Bobby. I'm here safe
and sound. I'm just calling to say I
love you. I'd leave my number, but
you know you can't call me here, so
I'll try you later. Uncle Ricky wants
to say hi...
He says hi. Be home soon. Love you.
Why don't you want to say hi? She
Ricky dials the phone.
Who you calling?
Shhh... Hello, room service?
Yeah, bring up two burgers and a
couple of Heinekens. I'm in room...
How'd you know? Oh. Yeah. How long?
How much is it?
How much? Okay. Make it fifteen
minutes and you can add on a ten
dollar tip. Bye.
How much was it?
Jesus, man. Plus ten?
Yeah, I guess.
Great. On my fucking room.
Relax. You got one-fifty. You heard
Ricky, who knows how long we're gonna
have to be here. We gotta make it
Fine. I'll put it on my room. Okay?
Don't worry about it. Just be smart.
But let me tell you, man, I don't
like your attitude already.
Oh really. Why's that?
We just got moved up in the world.
You gotta let go of that blue collar
mentality that was drummed into your
head. You gotta start owning it man,
or they'll smell you a mile away
like a cheap suit.
Who's gonna smell me a mile away?
Don't play dumb. You know what I'm
He picks up the phone and pulls out Jimmy's card. Bobby hangs
What are you doing?
What are you doing?
I know you're not calling Jimmy.
As a matter of fact I was. You got a
problem with that?
We're here representing Max. You're
acting like a Puerto Rican on the
fifteenth of the month.
You think Maxie doesn't want us to
roll hard? Why do you think he gave
us all this bread? Or the number on
the pager? We gotta represent him by
showing some class. The man's got an
operation. How does it reflect on
him if we nickel and dime it?
He dials. Bobby hangs up.
It's on West Broadway. We can walk.
Well, I don't want to walk.
Ricky starts to dial. Bobby takes the CARD and RIPS IT UP.
Ricky DIVES on Bobby, and a huge ugly BRAWL begins.
EXT. FORUM - SOHO - MANHATTAN - NIGHT
Ricky and Bobby stand side by side at the front of the line
as Ricky tries to talk his way past the velvet rope. They
look horrible. All their cuts have reopened, their faces are
swollen, and their only set of clothes are now disheveled
and torn. Ricky talks a steady stream of bullshit, but the
DOORMAN will have none of it.
...How 'bout Jimmy? You know Jimmy
the driver? Cardiff Giant? You ever
deal with them? Cardiff Giant?
INT. THE CUPPING ROOM - SOHO - NIGHT
Ricky and Bobby are poured tea by a frilly SERVER. A LONG
BEAT of SILENCE.
Horseshit. 'Try the China Club. 'Fuck
you, asshole. I think it was a fag
bar. Didn't it look like a fag bar.
...They look at each other. BOTH of their PAGERS are going
MATCH CUT TO:
EXT. STREET PAYPHONE - ACROSS THE STREET - NIGHT -
They run up to a phone stand. An HISPANIC KID is on it.
They wait and listen as he talks baby-talk with his woman.
Taptaptap... No dial tone. He lifts the receiver higher.
The wires have been RIPPED OUT of the base. They look at the
next phone. An HISPANIC KID is on it. They wait and listen
as he talks baby-talk with his woman.
Yeah... Mmmm, that sounds good...
Excuse me, we need to make a call.
I'm on the phone.
Hey baby... Oh, nothing. What were
Listen, man, we really gotta...
I be off in a minute.
Ricky GRABS THE RECEIVER and BEATS HIM across the head with
it. The poor kid falls out of frame, and Ricky yells into
He'll call back!
He hangs up and they both fumble with their pagers and
pockets. Bobby puts in a quarter...
Shit. It's thirty-five cents. You
got a dime?
He looks down to the kid out of frame.
You got a dime, bro?
INT. LIMOUSINE - MANHATTAN - NIGHT
The two banged-up Angelenos clean themselves up in the fold-
down vanity mirrors. Jimmy is their driver.
So, Jimmy, you know where this address
Yeah. I'll find it. It's in Harlem.
Harlem? What is it, a restaurant?
You don't know where you're going?
No. Just the cross streets.
Well, this is the corner.
The limo settles on a desolate street in Harlem. There is
nothing going on.
I can wait around if you want.
No. That's cool, man.
They get out and the limo leaves.
EXT. STREET CORNER - HARLEM - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS
They stand outside. They look awful. They look with curiosity
as cars pass. Ricky lights a cigarette.
What exactly did they say?
They said a hundred thirty-fifth and
They didn't say an address?
I told you what they said.
How'd they know who you were?
They asked who it was.
So they said more than the address.
No. They asked who I was, then told
me what corner.
This is bullshit, man.
What the fuck do you...
A BROUGHAM slowly passes. They pause. It goes.
What the fuck do you have to complain
Don't even start.
No. Tell me. What's so fucking
horrible about this gig? You've been
crawling up my ass for six months to
get your name on Maxie's list, and
here we are.
Look, man, I never met Ruiz, okay?
I don't know what the fuck I'm picking
up, what the fuck I'm dropping off,
who the fuck I'm meeting. All I know
is Maxie's still pissed at me cause
I sold his fucking van.
You sold it? I thought they stole
Sold it, stole it, whatever...
Oh, give me a break. Don't tell me
you feel bad for the guy.
You gotta be kidding me. I vouched
Relax. I'll do right by him. You
You just don't fucking get it, do
You know he fucks all his girls,
What the fuck is that supposed --
I mean, that's what I heard --
You got something to say --
Bobby grabs him, and is about to start another scrap, when
the distant roar of a fleet of JAPANESE SUPER BIKES draws
near. The pack screams up to the duo.
There are a dozen black men, on Ninjas, and they all wear
black Nazi-style helmets.
The two men freeze, and the bikes settle in around them.
One BIKER pulls up to Bobby.
They flew you all the way out here
to cook me up some fuckin puttanesca?
Bobby recognizes the biker is Horrace, from LA. He is
relieved, but not pleased.
You know this guy?
His names Horrace. Horrace, this is
What's up. You all ready to meet
Yeah. Where is he?
Horrace throws him a helmet.
EXT. HARLEM STREETS - MANHATTAN - NIGHT
Bobby now rides bitch behind Ho, and Ricky clutches the back
of a buff shirtless BROTHER. The bikes rip down the uptown
streets with a ferocity that scares pedestrians. An urban
drum track rattles the SOUNDTRACK.
EXT. LITTLE ITALY - MANHATTAN - NIGHT
The horde of bikers rumble under a red, white, and green
banner strung from street lamps marking the start of Italian
turf. The businesses are all closed or closing.
Looks are drawn from locals as the outsiders chug by at a
EXT. LUNA RESTAURANT - LITTLE ITALY - NIGHT
The pack pulls away leaving only Bobby, Ricky, and Horrace.
Ho leans his Ninja to rest next to a custom Buell Harley-
Davidson cafe racer.
Bobby can't help but stare at the rare piece of machinery.
INT. LUNA RESTAURANT - LITTLE ITALY - CONTINUOUS
The restaurant is now closed, but RUIZ sits in a rear booth
on a Nokia. He is a slim, young black man with a tight round
fro. He wears a rolex, but, other than that, nothing flashy.
He's wearing dark Gucci slacks, a black pullover crew-neck
shirt, and a black, red and orange racing leather jacket. He
must have pull here, because 'Between the Sheets' is playing
over the stereo of this bare-bones, Italian eatery.
Nah, man. Nah. Too risky. I don't
like it... I want out... It's too
risky... Listen, man, we made a lot
of money together on this one, but
it's over. Shit's gonna come down...
Well, then, you got my blessing. I'm
selling my end. This internet shit's
too volatile. I'll keep my block of
Microsoft, but I'm taking profits on
Yahoo and all the portal stocks. The
bubble's gonna pop, man... Alright,
The three men approach Ruiz's table.
That's it? This is Maxie's cavalry?
Who the fuck swole you up like that?
Bobby and Ricky both point to each other.
Shit. If that shit don't beat all.
Maxie sent me two fuckin broke ass
swole up guineas from the West side.
I coulda signed up some hard local
guineas for beer money. Ain't that
LEO, the white-haired Italian waiter nods in agreement.
Sure. You boys want anything?
Yeah, bring us four fernet.
No. I'll take a strega.
What, motherfucker? You drinking
'the witch' after dinner?
Yeah. That fernet tastes like tar.
My grandfather tried to give me that.
Some fuckin guineas he sent me. It's
midnight and the motherfucker's
ordering an apertif.
It's a digestif.
Strega's an apertif.
Fine. Bring me a Cynar.
Nigger, please. Don't even order
that artichoke shit. West side
guineas. Forget the drinks, Leo. We
gotta roll. What do I owe you?
Thanks, man. You need anything, you
(hits speed dial)
Jimmy? Ruiz. Pick up Maxie's guineas
at LUNA and bring them to Spa.
Jimmy's bringing the car around. Me
and Ho rode sleds. We'll meet you at
Spa in the VIP room.
Jimmy knows. 13th Street. We'll meet
They leave. Ricky and Bobby sit and wait. Ricky addresses
Leo after they kick their bikes.
How do you like that fucking
Maybe you two should wait out front.
INT. LIMOUSINE - MANHATTAN - NIGHT
Ricky and Bobby sit in the back as Jimmy drives them.
This shit's sketchy. Why do they
drop us in the middle of nowhere to
have the guy we're supposed to meet
come meet us just to tell us we have
to meet the same guy somewhere else?
I don't know.
Well, I thought you understood and I
was just missing it.
Missing what? He didn't say shit.
Yeah, but you know Horrace. What did
you get off him?
What did I 'get?'
Yeah. What vibe?
I detected no vibe other than that
Ruiz thinks you're a fucking idiot.
Yo, fuck him, man. Calling us
What do you give a shit what he calls
us? He's not our friend. Let's just
get this shit over with and go home.
What's this place we're going to,
Depends what night.
A lot of Persians?
Not usually. Mostly Trustafarians.
You know, white kids with trust funds
acting like they're poor. Keeping it
real. Know what I mean?
I call 'em wiggers.
This Ruiz guy, what's his deal?
Don't know much. I hear he runs a
So is this the drop?
Like I said, I don't know.
He woulda told us right?
You would think.
EXT. SPA - 13TH STREET - NIGHT
A horrifying line has formed as New York's best and beautiful
primp and peck their way to the door. The rope is three-deep
and three DOORMEN coordinate the traffic patterns. The limo
settles in and a HOMELESS MAN opens the door in hope of a
tip. Jimmy steps in his way as Bobby and Ricky, in tattered
clothes, move toward a big white DOORMAN in an oversized
hat. They fight their way past the other people who are
fighting their way past the line.
Watch out, man. Sorry. I'm on the
(to the doorman)
The line's over there.
Yeah, but, we're good. You know what
How is it you're good? You on a list?
Yeah. Ricky Slade.
(to doorman with
You see a Ricky Slade?
The doorman with a clipboard checks and shakes his head.
Cardiff Giant. Just check.
Maybe you wanna try the China Club.
Again with the fucking China Club!
What do I look like a fucking Persian
Hey. I'm half Lebanese.
We're with Ruiz.
Ruiz isn't here.
We're supposed to meet him here. Is
Ruiz on the list?
Ruiz is always on the list. He just
ain't here, though.
Can you check?
He's not here.
While they're waiting, the actor who played SCREECH on 'Saved
By the Bell', now in his twenties, walks by and is let through
the rope with a handshake.
What's up, man.
You look big, man. Diesel. You been
You look good, man.
Cool. See you later.
Ricky can't believe his eyes.
Did you see that shit? Motherfucker.
You let in fucking Screech, dude?
I'm waiting and you let in Screech?
He's on the list.
Show me. Show me where it says Screech
on the fucking list.
This altercation is cut short by the arrival of Ruiz and
Horrace. The Red Sea parts as they approach the door.
What's up, bro? You look big, man,
you been lifting?
A little. How's it going tonight?
Shit's off the chain. These two say
they're with you.
Alright. These two are good.
He opens the rope. Bobby shakes his hand.
Sorry, man, but...
Thanks a lot. Don't worry about it.
Any time, bro.
Ricky walks by and throws him a look like he just stuck it
INT. SPA - 13TH STREET - CONTINUOUS
Bobby and Ricky are lead into the club and past a window and
another set of ropes.
Their hands are stamped several times representing the highest
level of security clearance. They file down a staircase and
into one common area where hip-hop plays and people dance.
Ruiz and Horrace touch hands with an endless stream of
ACQUAINTANCES. They pass a myriad of rooms and seating areas,
then down a narrow corridor where they encounter yet another
DOORMAN who waves them past a CLUMP of VIP hopefuls. They
trot down a short bank of stairs and into...
INT. VIP AREA - SPA - CONTINUOUS
...a series of passageways furnished like a French parlor.
Lithe MODELS sit amongst Dreadlocked white boys. After yet
another bar, the crowd vomits into a cavernous bomb shelter.
A pulsing dance floor is surrounded by a series of couches
and coffee tables, representing the private seating areas.
At the far end of the room is an elevated stage with a DJ
and a banner reading 'GRANDMASTER FLASH'. The party is greeted
by a male club PROMOTER. He hugs Ruiz. With the slightest of
nods, the party is lead to the prime table with a table tent
marked 'RESERVED.' They sit down as a beautiful MODEL/WAITRESS
brings two buckets of champagne and fluted glasses. Bobby
and Ricky try to hide how impressed they are as they look at
each other. GIRLS on the dance floor throw priceless looks
toward their table. Ricky raises a glass to one. Ruiz finally
looks at them and leans in. He's spotted someone.
That's him. Now you all know the
We don't know any drill. Nobody told
Maxie told you to keep your mouth
shut while you're working, right?
So we're working?
What the fuck you think, I wanna
'hang' with you motherfuckers? Yeah
you're working. And put down the
She poured it for --
Far as she knows you're John Gotti.
Now put the shit down and act like
you got some ass.
Ruiz gets up and crosses to a BRITISH looking GUY across the
room. They watch.
He making the drop?
Nah, man. He's just making contact.
That's our man. The Welsh guy.
What's his name?
Ruiz don't like using names on cell
phones. He refers to him as the Red
So, when's the drop.
To be honest, man, I don't know shit
either. All I know is it ain't drugs
and it ain't now.
How do you know it's not drugs?
Maxie knows I don't go near drugs. I
did a minute in Quentin for possession
with intent. And it ain't now cause
he woulda told me.
It means you got a gun?
I know what 'strapped' means,
motherfucker. What the fuck you think
this shit is? '21 Jump Street?'
Cool out, they're coming back. Just
throw up your screw face and don't
speak unless spoken to.
They settle in and Ruiz comes back with the WELSHMAN. They're
Here, man, sit down.
(breaking the tension)
I see you brought along the rogues
Not really. Just some friends from
out West. This is Ho, Bobby, and
He shakes their hands, keeping it light.
And here I thought you flew in some
out of town muscle. How's it going,
So, you must be the Red Dragon.
This draws GLARES from Ruiz, Ho, and especially Bobby. After
an uncomfortable pause, the Welshman breaks the tension with
Well, that's news to me. The name's
Mmmm-hmm. Where's the, uh, 'Dragon's
lair?' Where do you live?
And where might that be?
Well, word on the street is you're
A rose by any other name would --
(changing the subject)
Come here, there's someone I want
you to meet. You like big tiddies?
Well, who doesn't?
They walk off. Ruiz sneaks a glare.
INT. LIMOUSINE - IN FRONT OF SPA - 13TH STREET - NIGHT
Ricky and Bobby are being lectured by Ruiz, who sits across
from them next to Horrace.
What the fuck was you told? Don't
Unless spoken to, ain't that right,
Horrace. Didn't you say that?
Don't drag my ass into this --
He spoke to me. You want me to dis
'Dis?' 'Dis?' You're not in a position
to 'dis', or 'give props', or whatever
your Real World sense of fucking
decorum tells you to do. You're
nothing. You're wallpaper. You're
not here to make fucking friends.
Asking a motherfucker where he lives.
And who the fuck told you 'Red
We get it. We're sorry.
Now that Limey motherfucker's jumpy
and wants to change shit around on
me. Maxie's gonna shit a Nokia when
he hears about... Aw, shit, I better
call him before he hears.
Ruiz pulls out his cell phone and steps out, slamming the
I'm not saying shit to neither of
Why? What I say bad?
What the fuck, 'Red Dragon?'
What? Why am I bad?
How bad is it?
It's bad. Before you even showed up,
he said you were Maxie's 'token
goons', and not to be trusted. He
wanted to TCB alone. I was gonna
ride shotgun to keep the English
dude above board. Now he's spooked.
This shit's snowballing.
When's it going down?
Was gonna be tomorrow morning. Now,
Outside, Ruiz starts his bike. Horrace slides out.
See you later.
You really in trouble?
I'll tell him someone else told me.
Just don't ask me no more shit.
Horrace closes the door and starts his bike. They ride off.
Why you gotta make everything
Yeah, me too. You're a fucking bull
in a china shop.
He opens the door.
Where do you think you're going?
You fucking nuts?
Work's over. I'm gonna party.
You can't go in there. They know
you're with Ruiz.
You got that right.
Fuck you. Go then. I'm taking the
Ricky walks past the line with a handshake. Bobby sits,
INT. VIP AREA - SPA - NIGHT
Ricky sits in their booth surrounded by young hot GOLD
DIGGERS. Two WOMEN are already part of the fun: BIANCA and
CYNTHIA, who we will get to later. They are dressed Manhattan
fabulous. Bobby approaches, a wet blanket on two legs.
Look who's back? Want some champagne?
Do not put this on Ruiz's tab. Start
a new one.
Damn right. Bring us two bottles of
Dom Champs and here, take fifty in
case I call you bitch later when I'm
(he pours him a glass
'Sex and paychecks.'
They all clink.
EXT. DOWNTOWN NEW YORK - MONTAGE - NIGHT
Shots at the bar. With chicks.
So, wait, you're from where?
You girls aren't from Brooklyn or
I swear to God, we live in Manhattan.
EXT. DOWNTOWN NEW YORK - NIGHT
Staggering through the streets of downtown with a string of
WOMEN in tow, including Bianca and Cynthia. Laughs and
cigarettes. A bottle snuck out of a bar.
INT. NEW YORK BAR - NIGHT
Another BAR. A magnum of champagne empty and jammed nose-
down into an ice bucket.
I don't get it. What do you do?
We're in Fashion.
So you're models?
We rep lines? You know? Fashion?
And you grew up in Manhattan?
What do you mean 'kinda?'
You ever heard of Whitestone?
EXT. STREET - NEAR SOHO GRAND - NIGHT
A new bevy of LADIES, but still Bianca and Cynthia. Drunk.
Drinking more. Vampires watch the sun rise. They skulk into...
EXT. SOHO GRAND HOTEL - SOHO - DAWN
Ricky and Bobby are hammered and lead Bianca, Cynthia and an
EXOTIC GIRL into their hotel.
INT. RICKY'S SUITE - SOHO GRAND HOTEL - DAWN
CLOSE on a FISHBOWL as the group of partiers are seen through
the glass playing grabass.
INT. RICKY'S SUITE - SOHO GRAND HOTEL - SOHO - DAWN
The place is a mess. Room service is all over the place.
Bianca, Cynthia, the Asian coat check girl, and Bobby sit in
the squalid living area as Ricky enters from the toilet
zipping his fly.
I don't know about you guys, but I'm
starting to feel a really sexual
What happened? I thought we were
playing Truth or Dare.
Look at, ladies. I could sit here
and take turns throwing skittles at
your ass all night. But I feel what
you guys are putting out there. I'm
only a mirror reflecting what I'm
getting from you. And I'm saying yes
to it. I'm shaking hands with it. I
see the road that you're pointing
down and I'm saying I'll ride shotgun.
And when your foot slams on the
accelerator, I won't get scared.
I'll stand up and let the wind blow
through my long blonde hair. With my
summer dress clinging to my bosom
yelling 'Faster, Billy! Faster!
Drive faster! Faster yet -- !'
Ricky is CUT OFF by Bianca's CELL PHONE blowing up. She
Hello... She doesn't want to talk to
you... No... I don't have to ask
her. Let it go, Sean.
Cynthia grabs the phone.
Will you leave me alone, already...?
No, Sean, it's over... I don't care...
As a matter of fact, I am... Yeah.
In his hotel room...
(can't believe she
I'm having fun, Sean. Can you handle
that...? Yeah. He doesn't judge me.
I don't wear a white wig, I don't
carry a gavel.
That's a good idea, maybe I will!
Are you alright.
She hangs up.
Now you girls wait here. I got a
The girls are all waiting with Bobby as Ricky leaves the
room. Bobby does not make any attempt to keep the ball
Cynthia whispers too loud and drunk.
Is he cute?
Should I fuck him?
I don't know. Do whatever you want.
He's great, right. Is he great?
But maybe that's okay. Maybe that's
just what you need.
Can you excuse me for a minute?
Bobby leaves the room. He finds Ricky in a hotel robe filling
What the fuck's going on?
Dude, get back out there. You gotta
help me get them in the hot tub.
Hang on girls! Just get out there.
I'll be right out. You know how I
Yeah, I know how you do. I know how
you do. I've heard your kibbles and
bits all fucking night. You've been
shaking your ass like an unemployed
clown. How the room's a boiling pot
of sugar water. How you're gonna dip
a string into it and make rockcandy.
Who wants to play 'Just the tip?'
Dancing around like a smacked ass.
Oh, and that coat check girl you've
been dragging around as 'insurance'
doesn't even speak English.
Ricky checks the water and comes out talking.
Okay. We got a lot happening here.
Here comes the good part... Okay...
Somebody's getting comfortable.
Where's the surprise?
You want your surprise?
Yeah. I want it.
Well, come on then. It's back here.
Cynthia leaves with Ricky. Bobby is left with Bianca and the
Asian coat check girl. Bianca and he are uncomfortable.
After a long pause...
You mind if I roll a joint?
Ricky sits in the BATHTUB with a glass of champagne.
You want to come splash around.
I'm just warning you, I can't swim.
Then... Bianca sparks up. She offers to Bobby, who refuses.
I'm not like her, you know. I mean,
I'm not judging, but I'm more about
my dogs. Do you have dogs? Are you a
Cynthia lets her towel drop. She dips her toe into the water.
Out of nowhere she begins to wail. Back in the main room
Bobby, Bianca, and the Asian girl react to the off-screen
crying. Cynthia comes rushing out in a bathrobe, bursting
with tears. Ricky follows in a towel.
I want to leave right now.
I didn't do anything --
What the hell did you do?
I swear to God, I didn't do anything.
Oh no. What is it this time.
We used to take baths together.
Come on. Let's go.
Cynthia calls her boyfriend on the cell phone.
Sean? I want you to pick me up... I
know. I'm sorry too.
What the fuck was that about?
She was jonesing for me.
They notice the Asian girl still sitting there in the room.
Bobby hands her cab fare and escorts her out.
Here you go, darling. Get home safe.
BEEBEEP... BEEBEEP... Both their pagers go off.
He reaches for the phone. Dials.
(mouthes to Ricky)
Yeah. So the driver knows where to
go? When? We'll be down in five. No,
I'll tell him. He's right there.
He wants to see us now.
He said it's being arranged. He said
Jimmy will know.
We're getting whacked.
We're not getting whacked.
Why else you think he won't tell us
where the sit down is?
It's not a 'sit down.' He said he's
telling us the plan.
Ricky is waving around a STEAK KNIFE from a room service
tray, testing the weight and balance.
What are you doing.
I got a bad feeling, man. I don't
want to go in naked.
You gonna shank him in the shower?
Is it so unrealistic to think Ruiz,
who doesn't even want us here, is
throwing us to the wolves? As an
apology? And I don't even know what
we're dropping off or picking up --
We're getting ahead of ourselves.
We haven't gotten any sleep. Let's
just keep our mouthes shut and not
make any mistakes. Now hurry up and
get your shit on so we're not late
and make things worse.
INT. LIMOUSINE - MANHATTAN - MORNING
Ricky and Bobby look awful. They have bags under their swollen
eyes, gorged stomachs, bruised faces, tattered clothes, and
yolk on their chin. Ricky lights a smoke.
Put that shit out...
I swear to God, I'll fucking puke.
Hey, Jimmy, where they taking us?
Yeah. Where they gonna whack us?
Ricky looks at him without an ounce of humor. Jimmy laughs.
If they're whacking you, they're
doing it in style.
The limo pulls up to...
EXT. TAVERN ON THE GREEN - CENTRAL PARK - MORNING -
Jimmy lets them out.
INT. TAVERN ON THE GREEN - CENTRAL PARK - MOMENTS LATER
The MAITRE D' leads them past an orgy of a BUFFET. Everything
looks sickening to our bloated drunks. The head of a whitefish
in particular makes an impression on the boys.
They are lead to a table joining Ruiz and Horrace, who are
both dressed appropriately for a society brunch.
Jesus Christ, where the fuck you
been all night? You look like you
got shit out in the gorilla house.
You think this shit's funny, Ho?
You think it's funny, motherfucker?
A WAITER shows up.
Don't 'easy Ruiz' me. Y'all turned a
Easter egg hunt into a butt-fuck-a-
Bring me four eggs Benedict and a
mimosa. You all want mimosas?
You'll love them. So here's the plan.
I didn't say shit to Maxie, cause
the man has acute angina, and I don't
want to get him all worked up.
He has a cute what...?
A bad heart.
I didn't tell him shit. He worries
too much. I love that old Jew, but
he's gonna kill himself worrying. We
started this shit, and we're gonna
Who's gonna outfit us?
Outfit? What's he talking about?
You want us strapped, don't you?
Last thing I want is you with a gun.
What's the plan?
Tom, the Welsh dude --
The Red Dragon.
Shut it, man. Shut it. Tom is a
square. He don't but dabble in shit.
Maxie had me hook up a loan-back
with him, through an Austrian passbook
So, we're talking money laundering...
Will you tell Peter Jennings to shut
up and fucking listen. The shit's as
routine as you get. I coulda turned
it over offshore in a week, but Maxie
likes to do it all his way. Safe. I
coulda dropped the bag alone. It's
only two hundred G's. But he sent
you all. So I can either send you
home and tell Maxie, or we can flush
the toilet one more time and hope it
all goes down.
Let's do it.
I'm your soldier.
Now listen. The gig couldn't be
simpler. You carry the money to the
Welshman, he checks it, hands you
his marker, you're done. The washed
money goes directly to Maxie. Long
as you hand off the bag, you're tight.
Where's the drop?
You three are gonna meet him for
dinner. Find out if and where. Now
any of you motherfuckers got anything
else to say?
When all this is over and we're not
working for Maxie, I'd love to run
into you on the street.
(beat of silence)
Why aren't you coming?
That's none of your fucking business.
INT. HALLWAY - TAVERN ON THE GREEN - CENTRAL PARK - DAY
Bobby tries to hold his shit together as he wanders down a
mirrored hallway. He arrives at a DOOR. He opens the door to
INT. DINING ROOM - TAVERN ON THE GREEN - CONTINUOUS
...windowless dining room, painted with grotesque greenery.
He quickly ducks out.
INT. BATHROOM - TAVERN ON THE GREEN - CENTRAL PARK
Bobby splashes water on his face.
EXT. CENTRAL PARK ZOO - POLAR BEAR TANK - DAY
Horrace, Bobby and Ricky walk and talk through the picturesque
park. Ricky picks at a tuft of cotton candy.
Why isn't Ruiz coming?
This Welsh dude is tripping on Ruiz
cause he's a Shot Caller.
A Shot Caller. A boss, a Capo. He's
CUT TO another view of the bears.
The Welsh dude, sees all these niggers
in perms and diamonds and shit, he
gets nervous. But you motherfuckers,
he just laughs. All beat up in your
babaloo suit like Fruitpie the
So we just go eat with him and that's
gonna solve everything?
Dude, you just gotta settle your
shit down. You gotta go and say all
that 'Red Dragon' shit. Make him
think he's on Barretta.
Like you were doing any better
shucking and jiving like you were
waiting for wings outside the Quick
CUT TO another view of the bears.
So what do we do?
We go and hang out with the dude,
make him happy, drink some tea,
whatever it takes, until he feels
comfortable enough to bring it up on
his own. We make the drop, go home
Where is this happening?
(hands him matchbook)
We meet at the Globe on Park Avenue
at six forty-five. I'll see you then.
Horrace walks away, leaving Bobby and Ricky.
Let's check out the penguins.
The penguin house.
Wait a minute. You want to look at
fucking penguins now?
Yeah. Let's look at the penguins.
Did you hear what he just said?
Whatever. We're here. We may as well
go to the penguin house.
I'm tired and I'm scared, and I'm
not looking at fucking penguins.
SMASH CUT TO:
INT. PENGUIN HOUSE - CENTRAL PARK - DAY
Bobby and Ricky watch the PENGUINS frolic in their arctic
habitat. The silence is broken by...
We need guns.
We don't need guns.
I'm pretty sure we do.
I listened extremely carefully.
Nothing was even vaguely implied. He
even laughed in your face when you
All the more reason.
You wouldn't even know where to get
You couldn't even get a hand job
from bridge and tunnel posse, how
you gonna get a gun?
That's cause you decided to get all
tired all of a sudden.
It was six in the fucking morning.
Float me a hundred bucks.
You wanna see how fast I get a gun?
You're out of money?
What do you have left?
What happened to the fifteen hundred?
You coulda picked up a tab every
once in a while.
I did! I paid for half the fuckin
Yes I did. You asshole! What about
What about it?
They only cover one fifty in
incidentals. You've been ordering
He starts to count out his cash.
I fucking vouched for you. I vouched
for you and you fucked me.
This shit's peanuts compared to what
we're gonna make with Maxie.
Ricky. I'm trying to save this money.
Understand? I'm trying to make it so
my girlfriend doesn't have to grind
her ass into other men's erections
so her daughter can go to private
This is horseshit. It coulda been so
It's gonna be fine.
No more, man.
Let's get some sleep. That's what we
need, man. Sleep.
How we gonna sleep? We only got a
few hours til dinner.
So what do we do?
Let's just go now and wait.
Three and a half hours?
I don't want to take any more chances.
Let's just go get guns, I'd feel
Don't fuck around. You're gonna get
us all killed.
Think about it: You knocked out that
Jewish kid's tooth, cost him eight
grand, maybe more. Maybe lost his
whole line of clientele? He knows
you're fucking up Jess' dancing, and
I got a feeling he knows I stole his
carpet cleaning van by the way he
looks at me. He can't kill us in LA
cause that leads to too many
questions. So he flies us out here
first class for a 'drop' that's turned
into whatever? He can make us
disappear out here real nice...
Where do you get this shit?
Scenario B. I think I'm getting under
Ruiz's skin. I'm no dummy. He doesn't
like how it went down with the Red
Drag -- Welshman, whatever. Now I
got Fruitpie the Magician telling me
I can't call my man Max? And that
Welshman's sketchy. Whatever, I
don't know where it's coming, which
way it's coming from, I'm telling
you one thing right now, I'm not
gonna be late for the dance.
You're not getting a gun.
INT. LIMOUSINE - MANHATTAN - DAY
Bobby is on the CAR PHONE beside Ricky. He leaves a message.
Hi girls. It's Bobby. Can't seem to
get a hold of you. Gonna be home
soon. I miss you. Chloe, Uncle Ricky's
here. He wants to say hello. Say hi
Ricky fights with him in whispers, then finally takes the
Hi Princess. It's Ricky. I hope you're
doing good sweety. Everyone's okay.
Nobody's hurt... Talk to you soon.
INT. GLOBE - MANHATTAN - DAY
Ricky and Bobby look horrible. They stare in silence drinking
INT. GLOBE - MANHATTAN - DAY
TIME LAPSE of the two guys shifting and resting.
INT. GLOBE - MANHATTAN - DAY
Horrace arrives with the Welshman.
Look. They're together. You telling
me this ain't a set-up?
Tom. How's it going?
Fine, fine. And you were...?
Bobby and Ricky.
Right, right. The 'thugs.'
They share a laugh. The tension is slowly dissipating.
And where is...?
Ruiz? Oh, he ain't here.
Nah, see, Maxie just asked him to
set that shit up as a favor. He, you
know, he tied in with the club. Set
us up so, you know, you feel at home.
Well, I didn't care for the club
much. And, I must say, I didn't care
for him either.
Well, he ain't gonna be around no
Pity. What's say we have a drink?
INT. LOT 61 - MANHATTAN - NIGHT
Ricky and Bobby can barely keep they're eyes open. Horrace
seems equally irritated as the Welshman drains what appears
to be his fifth pint of ale. Ricky is preoccupied by a
projected image on the wall.
This is the greatest fucking country
in the world. I love this fucking
place. I mean the food, the women,
the fucking curbs. This country has
the highest fucking curbs in the
world. It's fucking brilliant. You
know what I love most? This shit.
He pulls out a can of SKOAL chewing tobacco and pinches off
Yeah. This shit's fucking brilliant.
I just fucking love the fact that
you have kids driving around in pickup
trucks with a mouthful of this shit,
speeding their brains out. I gotta
bring a case of it home to my mates.
It's illegal back home, you know.
Does anyone want another?
You want another drink?
I'll get it.
Who's up for a night on the town.
This is the worst possible thing he could've said as far as
Bobby is concerned. He is exhausted. The guys play the host.
Sure. Anyplace in particular?
I hear the China Club is a laugh.
INT. THE CHINA CLUB - MANHATTAN - NIGHT
They sit in a booth. Loud club music bombards their growing
impatience. Bobby and Ricky strain to stay awake. The Welshman
drains a cocktail, watching a table-hopping MAGICIAN relishing
his enthusiastic audience of one as he presents him with the
Queen of diamonds.
Bloody hell! Brilliant! Did you see
Horrace slips the performer a bill and he trots off.
Now, about the business at hand...
They all perk up and lean in. Tom drains his glass.
Anyone have any drugs.
A wave of dread.
What do you want?
A little Charlie, perhaps.
I've heard you've got the best coke
in the States. The shit back home is
(slipping Ricky some
That shouldn't be a problem.
Ricky looks to Bobby, who shrugs. Ricky reluctantly goes off
to find drugs. Tom smiles and hugs Bobby and Horrace.
You guys are the fucking best. I
swear, I didn't know about this whole
thing, but you guys are okay.
INT. BATHROOM STALL - CHINA CLUB - LATER - NIGHT
Horrace, Ricky, Tom, and Bobby are all packed like sardines
in the toilet stall. Ricky hands Tom a glassine envelope
full of coke.
God love you...
He opens it with drunken abruptness, sending part of it's
contents onto Bobby's jacket.
Aw, fuck me. Sorry...
He starts rubbing the spillage from Bobby's lapel onto his
gums. Horrace prevents any more waste by taking the envelope
Sorry, mates. Now there isn't even
enough to go around...
Don't worry, man. It's all for you.
No, really, mate?
Horrace positions himself so that the Welshman can sniff
from his hand. The four large men all reposition themselves
in the tiny stall, inevitably stepping on each other and
OUTSIDE THE STALL, the attendant watches the feet shuffle as
they curse from within. INSIDE, Tom snorts a pile of cocaine
from Horrace's outstretched hand.
Fuck, that's good shit. So, what's
say we make a go of this and you
drop off the cash tomorrow?
INT. LIMOUSINE - MANHATTAN - LATER - NIGHT
The limo settles to a STOP to drop off Horrace.
Now, here's what worries me. He said
he wants to meet up at a bar in Red
Hook. You know where that is?
He must have that shit troughed.
What do you mean 'troughed?'
Troughed off. Protected. Like, you
know, like he got a moat around it.
Ruiz tied in out there?
Nah, man. No one is. They got some
Puerto Ricans and a new crop of fuckin
I'm half Irish.
I don't fuck with those crazy, off-
the-boat fuckin Irish. You heard of
Heard of them.
They ran shit back in the Eighties.
Used to cut motherfuckers heads off
and sit them on the bar. That's back
when the Irish was making a play
against the Italians. I don't know
if they still around, but I don't
fuck with those motherfuckers just
It sounds to me like everybody's
just a little jumpy. And since all
it is is a drop, the Welshman's got
nothing at stake. I say we go to his
'troughed off' bar. It'll calm his
nerves, we drop the bag, and we all
get back to our lives.
And not a word to Maxie. He'll shit
if he knew we crossed a bridge.
They all nod. Horrace gets out.
INT. LIMOUSINE - MANHATTAN - DAY
They pull up to the Soho Grand. Ricky wakes Bobby, who begins
Get up brother. We're home. Go up
and get some sleep.
INT. BOBBY'S SUITE - SOHO GRAND HOTEL - DAY
Bobby drags himself into his suite. He drops his drawers and
lays down. Instead of sleeping, he picks up the phone and
Hi, baby. What are you doing awake?
I don't know.
Mommy's not home?
What time is it there?
Can you take me to Color Me Mine?
Yeah. Are you sure mommy's not home?
It's very late.
BEEBEEP... BEEBEEP... Shit. The pager.
I gotta go, baby. I love you. Tell
mommy I called. You be a big girl
and be careful when you're alone.
I love you. Come home.
He hangs up, then dials.
Yeah...? Now...? Did Ricky call
yet...? See you in a minute.
He sits up, hunched over. He motivates reluctantly. He claws
his way into the bathroom and rinses his face in a meagre
attempt to wash away the cobwebs. He looks awful. The COLORS
are beginning to INTENSIFY as sleep deprivation sets in.
INT. LIMOUSINE - MANHATTAN - DAY - MOMENTS LATER
Bobby sits into the car once again. Jimmy pulls away.
Aren't we waiting for Ricky?
Ricky's taken care of.
Taken care of?
Yeah, he's getting there on his own.
Bobby fights to clear his head and think.
EXT. CITY STREET - MANHATTAN - DAY
The limo pulls up, and Horrace steps in, talking on the phone.
Horrace carries a BRIEFCASE.
INT. LIMOUSINE - MANHATTAN - CONTINUOUS
The car pulls away. Bobby has the no-sleep-sweats. He looks
awful. No one greets anyone. There is a tension. Horrace is
on the phone.
Yeah... Yeah... Uhu... I can't really
talk now, but it's all going as
planned. If things change, I'll call.
He hangs up. PAUSE.
Where we going?
Quick drop. In and out.
Ricky's taken care of.
He was uptown when I paged him. I
gave him the address. He's meeting
EXT. LIMOUSINE - BROOKLYN - DAY
The car crosses the Brooklyn Bridge and drives through
INT. LIMOUSINE - BROOKLYN - SAME
Bobby is watching and thinking as Brooklyn goes by. Horrace
EXT. ICARUS TAVERN - RED HOOK - BROOKLYN - DAY
The limo passes the corner and settles in front of the time
worn Icarus Tavern.
A young IRISH MAN stands out front smoking a fag. The place
is open, but the neon 'OPEN' sign is off.
INT. LIMOUSINE - IN FRONT OF THE ICARUS - CONTINUOUS
They pop the doors.
This is it.
I guess inside. Or he never made it.
Either way, I don't give a shit.
Let's get this over with.
EXT. ICARUS TAVERN - RED HOOK - CONTINUOUS
The two guys get out and enter the pub. Horrace carries the
case of cash. The guy at the door watches them enter and
snuffs out his smoke.
INT. ICARUS TAVERN - RED HOOK - CONTINUOUS
They enter the old world gin mill. It's dark. There's a long,
aged wooden bar and oak booths. The floor boards are faded
and bowed. A middle-aged BARTENDER reads the Post by the
oversized beer taps. He looks up over his reading glasses
without expression. Two young Irish TOUGHS stand up from a
booth and lead the men into the back room. There is a silent
tension. No sign of Ricky.
INT. BACK ROOM - ICARUS TAVERN - CONTINUOUS
Even darker. They slowly walk in, sending cautious looks to
every corner. A simple round table sits in the center of
this sparse dining room. Three ROGUES sit around it, all
facing the door. Tom, the Welshman, sits with his back to
the door. They all have pints before them. A muted
conversation ends as Tom follows their stares over his
shoulder to see Bobby and Horrace enter. Silence for a BEAT,
Here they are, then.
How's it going?
Brilliantly. Care for a pint?
No, thanks, man. We got to head out.
Come, now. You just got here.
That's alright, man. It's a little
early for me to drink.
This draws an uncomfortably bass chuckle from the seven dark
characters now surrounding them.
Nonsense. We'll have three half pints
One Irishman goes to fetch the drinks. Two of the Irishmen
pat them down for guns.
Sorry about that. Where's your mate?
Couldn't make it. Here's the money.
Horrace places the case on the table. Its weight makes a
loud thunk as it hits the hardwood. He pops the catch and
lifts the lid. Wow. That's a lot of money. The toughs lose
their poker faces as their knees weaken from the sight of
it. Even Bobby has to swallow as the Devil blows on his nape.
Tom fingers the stacks.
Give me your marker, and we'll be on
Tom begins to write out a receipt.
I can't yet vouch for the amount,
unless you want me to sit here and
No, man, that's fine. Just put that
you took delivery.
Then, in what takes only a matter of seconds, Bobby has a
LOCKBLADE to his THROAT and Horrace takes a truncheon to the
gut, flooring him.
What the fuck, man? Why? The money's
in your hand. Why you pulling this
Tom is scared shit. He's more surprised than any of them.
I... I just hired these guys to watch
Motherfucker, we're handing you money.
What the hell we gonna pull?
Shut your goddamn mouth! As far as
any of you are concerned, a gang of
spics took the bag. Understood? Grab
their wallets. I'll know where to
find each and every one of you.
I didn't know, I swear to God, I --
WHACK. He takes one in the gut, violently losing his wind.
If you and your boy set this up,
you're way out of your league.
Maybe you're the one who better shut
They all turn to see RICKY standing tall with a PISTOL to
the head of a tough with two beers. Ricky sips the third
He's only got six shots, he's bound
Or maybe I'm real lucky. I'll tell
you one thing, I'll waste every bullet
making sure you're dead if you don't
take that knife away from my friends
The thug removes the blade from Bobby's neck. His eyes narrow
as he looks at the gun. He notices something...
That's a starter pistol.
His gun's a starter pistol. I can
see the red plug in the barrel.
The toughs begin to relax and converge...
Are you willing to risk your life
But the moment proves enough of a distraction for Bobby to
unload a damaging COMBINATION to his captor. He may not have
what it takes to cut it as a professional boxer, but these
untrained goons are way outclassed. He drops one like a lead
weight. It's about to get ugly as weapons are raised. Then...
The melee is cut short by a resounding VOICE calling from
Jimmy the driver stands in the door aiming a Glock 45 at the
They all freeze.
You guys, over in the corner. Leave
the hardware and your wallets on the
Make out an invoice on damages. You
(nods. Jimmy hands
him a card.)
E-mail it to me. A check will arrive.
Call the number at the bottom and
tell them the Rook is code four.
Then destroy the card.
Nice. I'll let Maxie know you're
good in the pocket.
(to the guys)
Go. I'll take care of this.
Things are about to get ugly. Bobby grabs the case. They
EXT. ICARUS TAVERN - RED HOOK - MOMENTS LATER
They get in. The limo pulls out.
INT. LIMOUSINE - IN FRONT OF THE ICARUS - CONTINUOUS
Horrace peels out and Bobby, Ricky, Horrace, and the Red
Dragon all sit in silence catching their breath. Bobby holds
the case. Looks are exchanged.
Holy shit. Get me back to Manhattan.
Take us right to Kennedy. Now.
FADE UP ON:
INT. MAX'S OFFICE - VAN NUYS - DAY
Bobby and Ricky sit before Max. They look the worst we've
ever seen them. They've obviously not slept or changed yet
and flew right out after the melee.
Maxie looks at the open case of cash.
A long, tense BEAT of unclear reaction. Is Maxie mad or happy.
You did good.
He throws them each a bundle off the top of the pile of bills.
Ten grand stacks?
I never intended to test you two to
that extent, but you both came
through. I should've been informed
there was a flag on the play, but
I'll take that up with Ruiz. I made
a few calls back East. Those punks
weren't tied in with anyone. As for
the Welshman, he wasn't in on it. He
was just plain dumb. As for you,
Ricky, your draw will go towards a
new carpet cleaning van.
But, Max --
And, as for you, Bobby, you just
moved up a notch. Your days of
fighting for crumbs is through. Take
a week off, come back, and we'll
talk about the next thing.
There won't be a next thing.
Take a few days --
I don't need a few days. I'm gonna
settle down with Jess. She's through
dancing. We're opening a restaurant.
I hate to ruin your fairy tale, but
I've been paying Jess' rent for six
months. She's got to keep dancing --
Bobby throws his stack of cash at Maxie. Ricky grimaces.
She's through too. Thank you for the
opportunity, Max. We'll see you
They rise to leave.
You got a lot to learn, kid. Say hi
to Jess for me.
EXT. JESSICA'S HOUSE - BLACKBURN - LOS ANGELES - CONTINUOUS -
The Trans Am pulls up in front of Jess' house. Bobby and
Ricky both pop out. We catch the end of a conversation.
Dude, we were practically made...
I'll drop you off in a minute. I
want to see if the baby's up. You
wanna come in?
No. I'll wait here.
I'll be a minute.
Bobby trots up the stairs. Ricky lights a smoke and watches
him go. We linger on his look.
INT. JESSICA'S HOUSE - BLACKBURN - LOS ANGELES - NIGHT
The door opens. The living room looks like a disaster area.
The sink is full of dishes, stacked high above the counter.
Dirty clothes are strewn all over. Half eaten plates of food
are on the coffee table and bags of carry-out containers and
pizza boxes lie about. In the center of it all, Chloe sits
alone watching a Hollywood Hills brushfire on the news. She
looks up with the solemnity of one much older.
Where's mommy? Did she leave you
Chloe looks to the back room as she sips from her juice box.
Bobby sees a MIRROR and COKE laid out on the table. He grits
his teeth and goes for the bedroom door.
INT. BEDROOM - JESSICA'S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS
Bobby bursts in to find Jess in bed with the HORNY BACHELOR
whose nose he broke the week before. The guy jumps in fear.
Jess is startled and coked out of her mind.
I -- I -- I... Don't...
I don't get it.
I never promised you anything.
How could you let her see this?
Just so you know, I bought you out
with Maxie. I suggest you leave while
Don't you get it? I don't want to
leave. This is who I am.
Tell you the truth, I don't give a
shit for me. But that little girl is
so special, and you're gonna fuck
He crosses to go, but is interrupted by...
What'd you say?
I want you to take her with you.
Off Bobby's look we...
INT. FRONT ROOM - JESSICA'S HOUSE - NIGHT
Bobby walks in. Chloe looks up at him. A tense silence.
I, uh... Listen, hon. Mommy thinks
it's a good idea if, just for a while,
if you and me go on a trip --
Before he can finish, his stammering is cut short by her
bolting across the room and into his arms.
She squeezes him with all her might.
We see Bobby's relief and happiness over her shoulder.
EXT. BOBBY'S CAR - SMALL DESERT HIGHWAY - OUTSIDE LOS
ANGELES - NEXT MORNING
We FADE UP on a beautiful sunny morning traveling on an empty
desert road. The only car visible is Bobby's Trans Am in the
deep background, leaving the mountains behind. The CAMERA
TRACKS BACKWARDS along the road as the car closes slowly. We
hear Chloe's angelic voice as she sings a melody. As the car
draws closer, we see Bobby, still in the clothes from the
trip, driving. There is luggage packed for a journey. Bobby
looks content. When the car finally settles into a TWO-SHOT
through the windshield, we notice SMOKE coming from the back
seat. A moment later, Ricky sits up behind them. He is half
awake and cranky.
Baby, you got the sweetest voice I
ever heard, but Uncle Ricky's gotta
sleep. I've been driving all night,
She ignores him.
Shhh, c'mon, baby. It's quiet time.
Isn't it quiet time, Bobby? Bobby?
Tell her it's quiet time Bobby.
Please tell her it's quiet time...
Bobby smirks and accelerates, passing CAMERA, which PANS to
watch them speed off into the big sky horizon.
FADE TO BLACK:
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