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Made (2001)

by Jon Favreau.

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FOR EDUCATIONAL PURPOSES ONLY


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 heavyweight division.

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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
mess.

		RICKY
	Did Max mention anything about any
	jobs?

		BOBBY
	What about boxing?

		RICKY
	What about it?

		BOBBY
	What are you saying?

		RICKY
	You said if you didn't have a
	winning record after eleven fights,
	you'd talk to Max.

		BOBBY
	So?

		RICKY
	So, it was a draw.

		BOBBY
	Yeah, I'm 5-5 and 1.

		RICKY
	So, it's not a winning record.

		BOBBY
	It's not losing record.

		RICKY
	That's not what you said. You said
	if you didn't have a winning record-

		BOBBY
	Don't be shitty.

		RICKY
	How am I being shitty?

		BOBBY
	Don't be shitty.

		RICKY
	I wouldn't keep bugging you, but
	you said he said he would have a job
	for us.

		BOBBY
	I'm not gonna bring it up to him.

		RICKY
	Of course I don't want you to bring
	it up to him... But if it comes up...

		BOBBY
	I'll page you.

		RICKY
	Yeah. Page me. You know the number?

		BOBBY
	Yeah. I know the number.

		RICKY
	Cause if you don't know the number,
	I can page you with the number so
	you'll have the number.

		BOBBY
	I know the number.

		RICKY
	I'll page you with the number. I'll
	see you later. What time you done?

		BOBBY
	I got no idea.

		RICKY
	Ask if he said anything to her.

		BOBBY
	I will.

		RICKY
	I'll page you with the number.

		BOBBY
	Bye.

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
HAWAIIANA.

		BOBBY
	Honey?

		JESS (O.S.) (O.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.

		BOBBY
		(swallowing utter
		contempt)
	So, what kind of gig is this?

		JESS
	Easy night. Bachelor party. Can we
	give Wendy a ride?

		BOBBY
	No. What kind of bachelor party?

		JESS
	The easy kind. They're young and
	rich and well mannered.

She turns to look at him and reacts to his horrifying
appearance.

		JESS (continues) (CONT'D)
	Oh my god. What happened?

		BOBBY
	A draw. What makes you think
	they're well mannered?

		JESS
	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.

		BOBBY
	I don't like you working with
	Wendy. Why are you working with
	Wendy?

		JESS
	They requested her. It was her gig.
	Max put me on as a favor.

		BOBBY
	Some favor. I hope they know you're
	not like Wendy.

		JESS
	Oh, please.

		BOBBY
	If they asked for her, they're
	probably expecting blowjobs all
	around.

		JESS
	Will you cut it out! Get ready,
	we're already late.

		BOBBY
	Who's watching the baby?

		JESS
	She's downstairs with Ruth. Get
	ready.

		BOBBY
	I'm ready.

		JESS
	Bullshit. These are classy
	customers. You can't show up all
	fucked up with a Fila running suit
	on.

		BOBBY
	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.

		JESS
	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.

		JESS (continues) (CONT'D)
	Let's go.

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
for work.

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
appearance.

		HOSTESS
	May I help..?

She then sees Jessica and guesses her occupation.

		HOSTESS (continues) (CONT'D)
	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.

		BOBBY
	You talk to Max today?

		JESS
	I'm not gonna mention Ricky to him.

		BOBBY
	Don't expect you to mention it to
	him. I'm just saying, if-

		JESS
	The only way he'll go with Ricky is
	if you're in too.

		BOBBY
	Well, that's not gonna happen.

		JESS
	Fine. You want to help Ricky, talk
	to Maxie yourself.

		BOBBY
	I feel weird asking him.

		JESS
	You shouldn't. He likes you.

		BOBBY
	I just wish he never brought it up.
	Ricky won't shut up about it.

		JESS
	Forget Ricky. You should be glad
	Max got you driving for me.

		BOBBY
		(then)
	No coke tonight.
		(no answer)
	Right?

		JESS
	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 his life.

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.

		BARTENDER
	Did you get the license plate of
	the truck?

		BOBBY
		(unamused and
		preoccupied)
	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.

		HORRACE
	Martel's and coke. One ice cube. In
	a snifter this time.

		BARTENDER
	Snifter are for warm drinks-

		HORRACE
	Yeah, snifters are for cognac-

		BARTENDER
	When served warm-

		HORRACE
	What's the matter? You ain't got no
	snifters in this motherfucker?

		BARTENDER
	We have snifters

		HORRACE
	Then put my Martel's in a snifter.

She walks away to get him his snifter.

		HORRACE (continues) (CONT'D)
	Like I'm gonna break her goddamn
	snifter.

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.

		HORRACE (continues) (CONT'D)
	It's already been a hell of a
	night. Where you been?

		BOBBY
	I had a fight up at Sportsman's.

		HORRACE
	Well, you look it. You win?

		BOBBY
	Draw.

		HORRACE
	What's your record at?

		BOBBY
	5-5-1.

		HORRACE
	Yeah, well you let me know when you
	wanna start makin the real money.

		BOBBY
	Yeah, sure.

		HORRACE
	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.

		HORNY GUY
	Whu-


		BOBBY
	There's no touching.

		HORNY GUY
	But what about them?

		BOBBY
	I don't give a shit. I work for
	her. No touching.

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.

		BARTENDER
		(sarcastic)
	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.

		BOBBY
	I said no touching.

		HORNY GUY
	Look, man, I'm the bachelor,
	alright? I gave her a hundred bucks
	in tips alone-

		BOBBY
	Get your hands off of her.

		HORNY GUY
	Dude, listen, man. I'm cool. How
	much for the treatment?

		BOBBY
	Your dance is over.

		HORNY GUY
	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.

		JESS
	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.

		PARTIER
	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.

		WENDY
	What the fuck was that about?

		BOBBY
	You wanna get us busted? If Max
	found out you were turning tricks-

		WENDY
	I got news for you, Bobby, he don't
	give a shit.

		BOBBY
	Bullshit.

		WENDY
	You think he don't know? I give him
	his cut of seventeen hundred, I
	think he knows I can't make that lap
	dancing.

		BOBBY
	No more.

		JESS
	Bobby...

		WENDY
	Fuck you! No more for you. You
	won't be Jess' driver for shit when
	Maxie hears this shit happened again.

		BOBBY
	Nobody's fuckin talking to you.

		WENDY
	And how could you fucking leave
	Horrace hanging?

		BOBBY
	I got news for you, Horrace got his
	ass out of there before you did.

		WENDY
	Bullshit.

		BOBBY
	What? You don't think Horrace would
	leave your white ass in there to
	hang?

		JESS
	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.

		RICKY
	So I'm like, 'Maybe I'm not on the
	list cause I'm not a fuckin Persian.'

		BOBBY
	I thought you hate that club.

		RICKY
	I do. It's a fuckin Persian Palace.

		BOBBY
	Then why do you try to get in?

		RICKY
	Fuck them.

		BOBBY
		(hears something)
	Shhh...

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.

		DECORATOR
	And as you can see, we're a little
	behind in here. We always knew the
	kitchen would be the trouble spot.

		HUSBAND
	When will it be ready? Are we still
	shooting for Christmas? I really
	want Christmas in the new house.

		DECORATOR
	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.

		WIFE
	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.

		DECORATOR
	Did you see the stove yet?

		HUSBAND
	The Viking was delivered?

		DECORATOR
	Yes, of course. It's in the garage.

They leave. Bobby repairs the plaster damage.

		RICKY
	You see that, bro? She wants to
	fuck me.

Ricky's pager goes off.

		RICKY (continues) (CONT'D)
	You see that? My shit's blowing up.

He looks around and grabs the wall phone and dials.

		BOBBY
	Come on, man. Not with the owners
	here.

		RICKY
		(phone)
	Hey, baby... Nothing.  What are you
	doing..? Yeah, I'll probably cut out
	early...

In walks ARTHUR, the plastering contractor and their boss.

		ARTHUR
	Watch out, the fag's here.
		(seeing Ricky)
	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.

		ARTHUR
	Look, Bobby, I don't know what
	happened, and I don't want to know
	what happened, but something's up.

		BOBBY
	What are you talking about?

		ARTHUR
	Maxie wants me to replace you on
	the job tomorrow. He wants you to
	come by the office today.

		BOBBY
	They were grabbing her fucking ass-

		ARTHUR
	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 sweep.

		BOBBY
	Do me a favor, Arthur, keep him on
	til I see what's happening.

		ARTHUR
	Good luck.

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.

		BOBBY
	Hi, uh, excuse me. I'm here to see
	Mr. Reuben.

		AUDREY
	You're Bobby, right?

		BOBBY
	Yeah.

		AUDREY
	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.

		AUDREY (continues) (CONT'D)
	He'll be a minute, hon. You want
	some coffee?

		BOBBY
	No thank you.

		AUDREY
	You sure? I just made it.

		BOBBY
	No, thank you. I'm good. Thanks.

He calms his nerves by staring at a recipe for Strawberries
Devonshire.

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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 relaxed smile.

		MAX
		(on phone)
	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.

		MAX (continues) (CONT'D)
	You like the ponies?

		BOBBY
	Sure. Yeah.

		MAX
	You bet the ponies?

		BOBBY
	Me? No. Not really.

		MAX
	Smart. Hard as hell to handicap.
	You know what I like? Hai Alai. Fast
	game. You know why I like it?

		BOBBY
	Why?

		MAX
	It's fixed. That's the only way to
	win. A sure thing. See that horse.
	The blaze.

		BOBBY
	This one?

		MAX
	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?

		BOBBY
	Pshhh...

		MAX
	A million. Easy.

		BOBBY
	She was fast, huh?

		MAX
	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.

		BOBBY
	That's why they call it the smart
	money.

Maxie laughs a genuine laugh.

		MAX
	I like you, kid. Why do you gotta
	make it so hard for me to take care
	of you?

		BOBBY
	Mr. Reuben, I swear to God, they
	were out of line.

		MAX
	Last time, maybe, with the Puerto
	Ricans, but these were nice Jewish
	boys.

		BOBBY
	They were out of line-

		MAX
	They're fucking yeshiva buchas. You
	didn't have to tear up the goddamn
	place. You knocked out a guys teeth.

		BOBBY
	That prick tried to get Jessica to
	blow him in the bathroom-

		MAX
	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.

		BOBBY
	I'll work it off.

		MAX
	Not driving Jess, you won't.

		BOBBY
	What?

		MAX
	You're not driving Jess no more.
	Two strikes, Bobby, and this last
	one was big. The bachelor's father
	goes to my schul.

		BOBBY
	So, that's it. I'm out?

		MAX
	I didn't say that.

		BOBBY
	Then what are you saying?

		MAX
	Bobby. You're a bull terrier and I
	got you herding sheep.

		BOBBY
	I don't understand.

		MAX
	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' you.

		BOBBY
	Don't want to drive another girl,
	Max. The only reason I'm -

		MAX
	Who the fuck do you think you're
	talking to? This ain't a fucking
	democracy. You want out?

		BOBBY
	No.

		MAX
	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.

		BOBBY
	I know.

		MAX
	Now you wanna shut up and listen
	and hear what I got to say?

		BOBBY
	Yeah. Sorry.

		MAX
	I got a way we make everybody happy.

		BOBBY
	Yeah.

		MAX
	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 a deterrent.

		BOBBY
	Ruiz knows about this?

		MAX
	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.

		BOBBY
	What about Ricky? He'd jump at the
	opportunity.

		MAX
	Ricky? Ricky 'I lost the truck'
	Ricky?

		BOBBY
	You told him you liked him.

		MAX
	That was before he lost my carpet
	cleaning van.

		BOBBY
	He'll work it off.

		MAX
	I don't know the kid, and what
	little I do scares me.

		BOBBY
	He's good people, Mr. Reuben. I
	swear.

		MAX
	You vouch for him?

The exchange has taken on a gravity.

		BOBBY
	Yeah. Sure.

		MAX
		(lighter)
	How 'bout this. If you're in, he's
	in.

		BOBBY
	I gotta tell you, Mr. Reuben, I'm
	not comfortable getting in any
	deeper. It's one thing to look after
	Jess...

		MAX
	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.

		BOBBY
	It's not that I don't appreciate
	the offer...

		MAX
	Do me a favor. Think about it. Is
	that too much too ask?

		BOBBY
	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.

		RICKY
	We need guns.

		BOBBY
	We don't need guns.

		RICKY
	I think we might.

		BOBBY
	He didn't say we need guns.

		RICKY
	He implied it.

		BOBBY
	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
concrete stairwell.

		RICKY
	This is the opportunity of a
	lifetime. What are you? Nuts? You've
	been waiting for this kind of
	opportunity.

		BOBBY
	No. You've been waiting for this
	kind of opportunity.

		RICKY
		(sparking up)
	Damn right, I have. You think I
	like living on fucking Yucca? We do
	a good job on this, we're in.

		BOBBY
	What happened to boxing? I thought
	we made a vow.

		RICKY
	Shit. Who we kidding? I know I
	suck, and I held you up for ten
	rounds-

		BOBBY
	Bullshit...

		RICKY
	Please. I got three inches on you.
	You wouldn't have landed a punch if
	I didn't let you.

		BOBBY
	You wanna go right now?

		RICKY
	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.

		COACH
	Ricky! Bobby! Cut that shit out!

They stop.

		RICKY
	Sorry coach.

		BOBBY
	Sorry coach.

		COACH
	How's the boxing going?

		BOBBY
	Great.

		RICKY
		(shitty)
	He's 5-5-1.

		COACH
	It takes time, Bobby. You always
	had the heart.

		RICKY
	What about me coach? Did I have
	heart?

The coach throws a look and walks back to practice, blowing
his whistle.

		BOBBY
	We look good this year.

		RICKY
	We'll kill Fairfax this year.

		BOBBY
	I still can't believe you missed
	the fucking team bus.

		RICKY
	Fuck him.

		BOBBY
	Your first start at DB, it's
	against Fairfax, and you miss the
	fucking bus.

		RICKY
	What are we delivering?

		BOBBY
	We're not delivering shit. Ruiz is
	delivering something, and whatever
	it is is his business.

		RICKY
	Who is this fucking Ruiz?

		BOBBY
	Maxie says he runs a tight ship. I
	wouldn't fuck with him.

		RICKY
	Some Mexican? How much could he
	weigh? A buck fifty, tops? I'd kick
	his fucking ass.

		BOBBY
		(looks at watch)
	I gotta pick up the baby.

		RICKY
	Why do you always get stuck taking
	care of the kid.

		BOBBY
	I like it.

		RICKY
	It's not even yours.

		BOBBY
	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
silver.

		BOBBY
		(re: ticket)
	Nice work.

		RICKY
	Shhh...
		(on cell phone)
	Yeah, yeah... No. No. I'll be there.
		(hangs up)
	You gotta get me to the Magic
	Castle at four.

		BOBBY
	How'd you unlock my phone?

		RICKY
	I tried your ATM PIN. I gotta kill
	an hour. Let's grab a beer.

		BOBBY
		(to Chloe)
	Seat belt.

		CHLOE
	Ricky's not wearing one.

		BOBBY
	Ricky, can you put on a seat belt?

		RICKY
	No, man. It wrinkles my shit. Let's
	grab a fuckin beer-

		BOBBY
	C'mon, man, not in front of the
	baby. Put on your seat belt before I
	get another ticket.

		RICKY
		(clipping in)
	Jesus Christ, fine. Alright?

		BOBBY
	See? Now everyone's got one on.
		(re: macaroni plate)
	What do you got there?

		CHLOE
	A elephant seal. Where's mommy?

		BOBBY
	She's, uh, sleeping.

		CHLOE
	It's daytime.

		BOBBY
	Mommy works hard so you can have
	all your pretty clothes. Don't you
	like your pretty clothes?

		CHLOE
	No.

		BOBBY
	Show uncle Ricky what you made.

		RICKY
	Let's grab a beer.

						CUT TO:

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.

		RICKY
	Why can't we just grab a goddamn
	beer.

		BOBBY
	I promised Chloe we'd come here.

		RICKY
	Oh, give me a break. Look at her.
	She don't even know where the hell
	she is. She'd have more fun at
	Bordner's.

		BOBBY
	I'm not taking her to a bar.

		RICKY
	Why not? I grew up in bars. It's
	fun for a kid.

A YOUNG FEMALE SALESPERSON approaches Ricky.

		SALESPERSON
	Excuse me, there's no smoking in
	the store.

		RICKY
	Why? You serve food?

		SALESPERSON
	No. Store policy. And you can't sit
	at a station without purchasing a
	ceramic.

		RICKY
	Could you believe this shit? Fine.
	Give me an ashtray.

She brings him an unpainted ceramic ashtray from a display.

		SALESPERSON
	What color paints would you like?

		RICKY
	Surprise me.

He SNUFFS the CIGARETTE out in the ashtray in the palm of
her hand. She puts it down and leaves in a huff.

		RICKY (continues) (CONT'D)
	I'm telling you, bro, we're on the
	verge. He's reaching out to us.

Chloe stops painting.

		BOBBY
	What's wrong, baby?

		CHLOE
	He's not doing it.

		RICKY
	What? Did she say something?

		BOBBY
	She wants you to paint the ashtray.

		RICKY
	I'm not painting the fu-, I'm not
	painting the ashtray. And frogs
	aren't purple.

		CHLOE
	It's a poison arrow tree frog.

		BOBBY
	Will you paint the damn thing. Why
	do you gotta be such a baby.

		RICKY
	Fine. Here, look. I'm painting.

He haphazardly paints. Chloe resumes her task.

		BOBBY
	Max won't let me drive Jess to
	dance anymore.

		RICKY
	Who's driving her?

		BOBBY
	I don't know.

		RICKY
	This paint sucks. The white shows
	through.

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

		RICKY
	Right here's fine.

		BOBBY
	Is that the woman from..?

		RICKY
		(smiles)
	She really liked the kitchen.

He pops out, and the woman corrals him into a room. Bobby
pulls away.

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.

		JESS
	Here, sweety, mommy's in a hurry.

		CHLOE
	I don't want grilled cheese.

		JESS
	Mommy has to work.

		CHLOE
	I hate cheese.

		JESS
	Here, sweety. Don't be a little
	shit.

Bobby approaches and takes the pan. He kisses Jess.

		BOBBY
	Go finish getting ready. I'll take
	care of dinner.

		JESS
	Yeah? You sure?

		BOBBY
	Go.

She shuffles off. Bobby puts up some water and heats a pan,
adding oil. Garlic.

		CHLOE
	You're not my daddy.

		BOBBY
	You gonna bust my horns, or you
	want spaghetti

		CHLOE
	I want spaghettis.

He pours in a can of sliced olives in with the capers.

		BOBBY
	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 the food.

There's a knock on the door.

		JESS (O.S.) (O.S.)
	Could you get that, baby?

He does. It's Horrace. Bobby's surprised.

		HORRACE
	What's up? Jess ready?

		BOBBY
	You driving her?

		HORRACE
	Yeah.

		BOBBY
	She'll be out in a minute.

Horrace tries to walk in. Bobby stands in the door.

		BOBBY (continues) (CONT'D)
		(firm)
	She'll be out in a minute.

Jess hurries in, clipping earrings.

		JESS
	Hiya Ho. Come in. I'll just be a
	minute.

He throws Bobby a look as he slides by.

		HORRACE
	Some shit smells good in this
	motherfucker.

		JESS
	Bobby's cooking. He's the best.
	Whip him up something.

		HORRACE
	Yeah. Whip me up something. I'm
	hungry as a motherfucker.

Jess hurries out, brushing her hair.

		BOBBY
	Watch your mouth in front of the
	baby.

Bobby joins Jess in the back.

INT. BEDROOM - JESSICA'S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS

Bobby enters, boiling over with opinions.

		BOBBY
	No way that cocksucker's driving
	you.

		JESS
	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.

		BOBBY
	Maxie's fucking with me. He put you
	with the spook to get under my skin.

		JESS
	Ho's a good guy-

		BOBBY
	Ho's a fucking pimp! He encourages
	Wendy to turn tricks. And she's his
	fucking wife!

		JESS
	Shhh. He'll hear you.

		BOBBY
	Good! It'll save me the trouble of
	repeating myself. He's not fucking
	driving you!

		JESS
	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 stay.

		BOBBY
	I want you to quit.

		JESS
	Look at the bills. I can't. I'm not
	gonna put my daughter through what I
	went through.

		BOBBY
	I'll support you.

		JESS
	With what?

		BOBBY
	Max offered to stake me.

		JESS
	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.

		BOBBY
	She needs a family. A dad. I'll
	give her what you never had.

		JESS
	Don't get my hopes up. If I quit,
	what then? I can't go through this
	again.

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.

		HORRACE
	C'mon girl. Eat up.

		BOBBY
	Get away from her.

		HORRACE
		(not backing down)
	Excuse--

		JESS
		(interrupts the
		conflict)
	C'mon, Ho. We're late.

		HORRACE
	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
sandwich.

					  FADE OUT.

The DIALOGUE PRELAPS over a BLACK SCREEN...

		MAX
	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
	full confidence.

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.

		MAX
	Everything you need or need to know
	is in these envelopes. Do not-

Ricky starts to tear his envelope open.

		MAX (continues) (CONT'D)
	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.

		RICKY
	Can I borrow a piece of-

		MAX
	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.

		MAX (continues) (CONT'D)
	dollars in c-notes, a numeric
	pager, a double-A battery, and a
	first class round-trip ticket to JFK.

		RICKY
	We're going to New York?

		MAX
		(with detectable
		condescension)
	Yes. You're going to New York.

		RICKY
	And the money. Where do we bring
	the money?

		MAX
	That money is your per diem.

		RICKY
	And where do we bring it?

		BOBBY
	It's ours.

		RICKY
	To keep?

		MAX
	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
	abundantly clear?

		BOBBY
	Yeah.

		RICKY
	Yeah.

		MAX
	You will not carry any other pagers
	with you. You will not carry
	anything, for that matter, that I
	have not just given you.

		RICKY
	Keys.

		MAX
	What?

		RICKY
	What about my keys?

		MAX
	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
	pattern forming?

		RICKY
	Yes.

		BOBBY
	Yes.

		MAX
	What is it?

		BOBBY
	You want-

		MAX
	Not you. I want Ricky to answer.

		RICKY
	I get it.

		MAX
	Tell me.

		RICKY
	Don't worry. I get it.

		MAX
	So tell me how it is.

		RICKY
	You want... Why are you picking on
	me?

		MAX
	Because you lost my fucking carpet
	cleaning van and I don't like you.

		BOBBY
	Already told you, I parked it for
	five minutes and I locked it with
	the club-

		BOBBY (CONT'D)
		(interrupts)
	You want us to be wherever you want
	us to be, ASAP, no questions asked.

		MAX
	Yes. Goodbye.

		RICKY
	So, wait, what are we dropping off?

		MAX
	Goodbye.


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.

		RICKY
	Holy shit. Can you believe this?

		BOBBY
	Pretty nice.

		RICKY
	See, man. Maxie fuckin takes care
	of you when you're in. Beats
	cleaning carpets.

		BOBBY
	What's the movie?

		RICKY
	I'll get the girl.

		BOBBY
	Nah, don't bother-

Ricky rings the service chime. An attractive young FLIGHT
ATTENDANT arrives. She has a tray of champagne and orange
juice.

		FLIGHT ATTENDANT
		(turning off the
		service light)
	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.

		FLIGHT ATTENDANT (continues) (CONT'D)
		(turning off the
		service light)
	Yes?

		RICKY
	Yeah, uh, what's the movie?

		FLIGHT ATTENDANT
	It's in your copy of Hemispheres. I
	believe it's Mickey Blue Eyes.

		RICKY
	Ugh...

		FLIGHT ATTENDANT
	I'll get you the list of videos, if
	you don't mind, I'll offer the other
	passengers a beverage.

		RICKY
	Yeah, sure. How much are they?

		FLIGHT ATTENDANT
	How much is what?

		RICKY
	The videos.

		FLIGHT ATTENDANT
	You're up front. Everything's free
	up here.

She smiles. He smiles. She walks away. He rings the bell
again. She returns with a strained smile.

		FLIGHT ATTENDANT (continues) (CONT'D)
		(turning off the
		service light)
	Yes?

		RICKY
	Drinks are free, right?

		FLIGHT ATTENDANT
	Yes.
		(waits)
	Would you care for another one?

		RICKY
	Yes.

He takes another champagne and she crosses to leave. He
calls after her.

		RICKY (continues) (CONT'D)
	I'll have a Cutty on the rocks.

She smiles and walks away.

		RICKY (continues) (CONT'D)
	You hear that? You can drink as
	much as you want up here.

		BOBBY
	We're not supposed to get drunk.
	We're on call.

		RICKY
	Unless we're supposed to whack out
	the fuckin' pilot, I don't think
	we're gonna have to work in the next
	five hours.


		BOBBY
	I don't want to show up hammered.
	We're supposed to be representing
	Max.

		RICKY
	Oh, I'll represent alright.

He rings the bell.

		BOBBY
	Cut that shit out.

She returns.

		FLIGHT ATTENDANT
	Yes.

		RICKY
	Where do you live?

		FLIGHT ATTENDANT
		(strained politeness)
	Excuse me.

		RICKY
	Where do you live?

		FLIGHT ATTENDANT
	I operate out of the Chicago O'Hare
	hub. Can I help you with anything
	else?

		RICKY
	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.

		FLIGHT ATTENDANT
	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.

		BOBBY
	Shit. No new pages. I don't even
	know where the fuck we're supposed
	to go.

		RICKY
	Maybe we should call for a cab.

		BOBBY
	No. Look. There.

A hulking Italian DRIVER holds up a sign reading 'CARDIFF
GIANT.'

		BOBBY (continues) (CONT'D)
	'Cardiff Giant.' That's us.

		RICKY
	You sure?

		BOBBY
	Yeah. He said that's our account
	with the car service.

They approach the driver.

		BOBBY (continues) (CONT'D)
	Hi. I, uh, think that's us.

		JIMMY
	Hi. I'm Jimmy.

		BOBBY
	Bobby.

		RICKY
	Ricky.

		JIMMY
	Soho Grand, right?

		BOBBY
	What's that?

		JIMMY
	You're going to the Soho Grand
	hotel, right?

		BOBBY
	I'm not sure. All I know is the
	account is Cardiff Giant.

		JIMMY
		(smiles)
	Yeah. You're staying at the Soho
	Grand. You got anything checked?

		BOBBY
	Nah.

		JIMMY
	Travelling light. I like that.

		RICKY
	Is it nice?

		JIMMY
	The Soho Grand?

		RICKY
	Yeah.

		JIMMY
	You're from LA, right?

		RICKY
	Yeah.

		JIMMY
	You'll love it.

EXT. LIVERY STAND - JFK INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT - DAY -
CONTINUOUS

Jimmy walks them out and up to a black STRETCH LIMO. He
opens the door. Ricky's eyes light up.

		RICKY
	Holy shit.

The flight attendant who told Ricky off rolls her overnight
bag past them. Ricky can't help himself. He calls after
her...

		RICKY (continues) (CONT'D)
	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. LIMOSINE - QUEENS - DAY

They ride in the back. Ricky fucks with the buttons.

		RICKY
	So whenever we want...

		JIMMY
	Yeah. Grab one of the cards behind
	you. Call that number. It's my cell.

		RICKY
	So you're our own private guy?

		JIMMY
	I handle most of Cardiff Giant's
	stuff.

		RICKY
	You know my pager number?

		JIMMY
	No. What is it?

		RICKY
	I don't know. I thought you might.
	Any idea what the job is?

		JIMMY
	The 'job?' Alls I know is I'm
	taking you to the Soho Grand.

		BOBBY
	Where is the Soho Grand?

		JIMMY
	Soho.

EXT. LIMOSINE - 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

Nice lobby.

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 feel.

		BELLMAN
	... 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.

		RICKY
	What's 'incidentals?'

		BELLMAN
	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.

		BOBBY
	Thanks.

He hands the bellman a tip. He then pulls out a card key
and beckons Ricky.

Bobby dials phone.

		BELLMAN
	Now, Mr. Slade, you're in room 315.

		RICKY
	Just give me the key. I'm gonna
	stay here.

		BELLMAN
	Yes, sir.

		RICKY
	Is it a good room?

		BELLMAN
	I can take you down there.

		RICKY
	Just tell me. Wait, here... Do you
	have change of a hundred?

		BELLMAN
	Not on me, sir.

		RICKY
	Here. Take it. Bring me back eighty.

		BELLMAN
	Are you sure?

		RICKY
	Yeah. Take it.

		BELLMAN
	Thank you very much, sir.

		RICKY
	So?

		BELLMAN
	What, sir?

		RICKY
	Is it the good room?

		BELLMAN
	All the suites are about the same.

		RICKY
	Come on. Just tell me. It'll save
	all the trouble of you showing me
	all the rooms.

		BELLMAN
	Honestly, the suites are all about
	the same.

		RICKY
	What if I gave you forty?

		BELLMAN
	It's as good a suite as we have,
	unless you want two bedrooms.

		RICKY
	No. That's cool. Bring me back
	eighty.

		BELLMAN
	Thank you, sir.

		RICKY
	Where's the place to go tonight?

		BELLMAN
	As far as..?

		RICKY
	Nightlife. Where's the hot ass?

		BELLMAN
	Women?

		RICKY
	Yeah 'women.' If I was a fag I
	could get laid in a subway.

		BELLMAN
	I don't know, Forum's pretty hot
	tonight. It might be hard to get in,
	though.

		RICKY
	Don't worry about me getting in.
	Just tell me where it is.

		BELLMAN
	It's on West Broadway.

		RICKY
	See you later.

		BOBBY
	Yeah, take care.

		BELLMAN
	Thanks again. I'll bring up your
	change.

The bellman leaves.

		BOBBY
	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 won't)
	He says hi. Be home soon. Love you.
	Bye bye.
		(hangs up)
	Why don't you want to say hi? She
	likes you.

Ricky dials the phone.

		BOBBY (continues) (CONT'D)
	Who you calling?

		RICKY
	Shhh... Hello, room service?

		BOBBY
	C'mon, man...


		RICKY
	Yeah, bring up two burgers and a
	couple of Heinekens.  I'm in room...
	How'd you know? Oh. Yeah. How long?
	Cool.

		BOBBY
	How much is it?

		RICKY
	How much? Okay. Make it fifteen
	minutes and you can add on a ten
	dollar tip. Bye.

		BOBBY
	How much was it?

		RICKY
	Forty-six.

		BOBBY
	Jesus, man. Plus ten?

		RICKY
	Yeah, I guess.

		BOBBY
	Great. On my fucking room.

		RICKY
	Relax. You got one-fifty. You heard
	the guy.

		BOBBY
	Ricky, who knows how long we're
	gonna have to be here. We gotta make
	it last.

		RICKY
	Fine. I'll put it on my room. Okay?

		BOBBY
	Don't worry about it. Just be smart.

		RICKY
	But let me tell you, man, I don't
	like your attitude already.

		BOBBY
	Oh really. Why's that?



		RICKY
	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.

		BOBBY
	Who's gonna smell me a mile away?

		RICKY
	Don't play dumb. You know what I'm
	talking about.

He picks up the phone and pulls out Jimmy's card. Bobby
hangs up.

		BOBBY
	What are you doing?

		RICKY
	What are you doing?

		BOBBY
	I know you're not calling Jimmy.

		RICKY
	As a matter of fact I was. You got
	a problem with that?

		BOBBY
	We're here representing Max. You're
	acting like a Puerto Rican on the
	fifteenth of the month.

		RICKY
	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.

		BOBBY
	It's on West Broadway. We can walk.

		RICKY
	Well, I don't want to walk.

Ricky starts to dial. Bobby takes the CARD and RIPS IT UP.

		RICKY (continues) (CONT'D)
	Motherfucker!

Ricky DIVES on Bobby, and a huge ugly BRAWL begins.

						CUT TO:

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.

		RICKY
	... How 'bout Jimmy? You know Jimmy
	the driver? Cardiff Giant? You ever
	deal with them? Cardiff Giant?

						CUT TO:

INT. THE CUPPING ROOM - SOHO - NIGHT

Ricky and Bobby are poured tea by a frilly SERVER. A LONG
BEAT of SILENCE.

		RICKY
	Horseshit. 'Try the China Club.
	'Fuck you, asshole. I think it was a
	fag bar. Didn't it look like a fag
	bar.

		BEEBEEBEEBEEP
	.....They look at each other. BOTH
	of their PAGERS are going off
	simultaneously...

				   MATCH CUT TO:

EXT. STREET PAYPHONE - ACROSS THE STREET - NIGHT -
CONTINUOUS

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.

		BOBBY
	Hello? Shit...

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.

		HISPANIC KID
	Yeah... Mmmm, that sounds good...
	Uhu...

		BOBBY
	Excuse me, we need to make a call.

		HISPANIC KID
	I'm on the phone.

		BOBBY
	It's important.

		HISPANIC KID
	So's this.
		(in phone)
	Hey baby... Oh, nothing. What were
	you saying?

		BOBBY
	Listen, man, we really gotta...

		HISPANIC KID
	I be off in a minute.
		(phone)
	Say again..?

Ricky GRABS THE RECEIVER and BEATS HIM across the head with
it. The poor kid falls out of frame, and Ricky yells into
the phone...

		RICKY
	He'll call back!

He hangs up and they both fumble with their pagers and
pockets. Bobby puts in a quarter...

		BOBBY
	Shit. It's thirty-five cents. You
	got a dime?

		RICKY
	Fuck...

He looks down to the kid out of frame.

		RICKY (continues) (CONT'D)
	You got a dime, bro?

INT. LIMOSINE - MANHATTAN - NIGHT

The two banged-up Angelenos clean themselves up in the
fold-down vanity mirrors. Jimmy is their driver.

		BOBBY
	So, Jimmy, you know where this
	address is?

		JIMMY
	Yeah. I'll find it. It's in Harlem.

		BOBBY
	Harlem? What is it, a restaurant?

		JIMMY
	You don't know where you're going?

		BOBBY
	No. Just the cross streets.

		JIMMY
	Well, this is the corner.

The limo settles on a desolate street in Harlem. There is
nothing going on.

		JIMMY (continues) (CONT'D)
	I can wait around if you want.

		BOBBY
	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.

		RICKY
	What exactly did they say?

		BOBBY
	They said a hundred thirty-fifth
	and Twelfth.

		RICKY
	They didn't say an address?

		BOBBY
	I told you what they said.

		RICKY
	Nothing else.

		BOBBY
	Nothing.

		RICKY
	How'd they know who you were?

		BOBBY
	They asked who it was.

		RICKY
	So they said more than the address.

		BOBBY
	No. They asked who I was, then told
	me what corner.

		RICKY
	This is bullshit, man.

		BOBBY
	What the fuck do you...

A BROUGHAM slowly passes. They pause. It goes.

		BOBBY (continues) (CONT'D)
	What the fuck do you have to
	complain about?

		RICKY
	Don't even start.

		BOBBY
	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.

		RICKY
	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.

		BOBBY
	You sold it? I thought they stole
	it.

		RICKY
	Sold it, stole it, whatever...

		BOBBY
	Motherfucker...

		RICKY
	Oh, give me a break. Don't tell me
	you feel bad for the guy.

		BOBBY
	You gotta be kidding me. I vouched
	for you.

		RICKY
	Relax. I'll do right by him. You
	know that.

		BOBBY
	You just don't fucking get it, do
	you?

		RICKY
	You know he fucks all his girls,
	don't you?

		BOBBY
	What the fuck is that supposed-

		RICKY
	Mean, that's what I heard-

		BOBBY
	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.

		BIKER
	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.

		RICKY
	You know this guy?

		BOBBY
	His names Horrace. Horrace, this is
	Ricky Slade.

		HORRACE
	What's up. You all ready to meet
	Ruiz?

		BOBBY
	Yeah. Where is he?

Horrace throws him a helmet.

						CUT TO:

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
respectful trawl.

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.
They enter.

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.

		RUIZ
		(on cell)
	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,
	peace.

The three men approach Ruiz's table.

		RUIZ (continues) (CONT'D)
	That's it? This is Maxie's cavalry?
	Who the fuck swole you up like that?

Bobby and Ricky both point to each other.



		RUIZ (continues) (CONT'D)
	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
	right, Leo?

LEO, the white-haired Italian waiter nods in agreement.

		LEO
	Sure. You boys want anything?

		RUIZ
	Yeah, bring us four fernet.

		LEO
	Four fernet.

		RICKY
	No. I'll take a strega.

		RUIZ
	What, motherfucker? You drinking
	'the witch' after dinner?

		RICKY
	Yeah. That fernet tastes like tar.
	My grandfather tried to give me that.

		RUIZ
	Some fuckin guineas he sent me.
	It's midnight and the motherfucker's
	ordering an apertif.

		RICKY
	It's a digestif.

		LEO
	Strega's an apertif.

		RICKY
	Fine. Bring me a Cynar.

		RUIZ
	Nigger, please. Don't even order
	that artichoke shit. West side
	guineas. Forget the drinks, Leo. We
	gotta roll. What do I owe you?

		LEO
	We're square.

		RUIZ
	Thanks, man. You need anything, you
	call.

		LEO
	Thanks.

		RUIZ
	You rode?

		HORRACE
	Yeah.

		RUIZ
		(hits speed dial)
	Jimmy? Ruiz. Pick up Maxie's
	guineas at LUNA and bring them to
	Spa.
		(hangs up)
	Jimmy's bringing the car around. Me
	and Ho rode sleds. We'll meet you at
	Spa in the VIP room.

		RICKY
	Where's Spa.

		HORRACE
	Jimmy knows. 13th Street. We'll
	meet you there.

They leave. Ricky and Bobby sit and wait. Ricky addresses
Leo after they kick their bikes.

		RICKY
	How do you like that fucking
	moulinyan?

		LEO
	Maybe you two should wait out front.

INT. LIMOSINE - MANHATTAN - NIGHT

Ricky and Bobby sit in the back as Jimmy drives them.

		RICKY
	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?

		BOBBY
	I don't know.

		RICKY
	Well, I thought you understood and
	I was just missing it.

		BOBBY
	Missing what? He didn't say shit.

		RICKY
	Yeah, but you know Horrace. What
	did you get off him?

		BOBBY
	What did I 'get?'

		RICKY
	Yeah. What vibe?

		BOBBY
	I detected no vibe other than that
	Ruiz thinks you're a fucking idiot.

		RICKY
	Yo, fuck him, man. Calling us
	guineas...

		BOBBY
	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, Jimmy?

		JIMMY
	Spa?

		BOBBY
	Yeah.

		JIMMY
	Depends what night.

		RICKY
	A lot of Persians?

		JIMMY
	Not usually. Mostly Trustafarians.

		BOBBY
	'Trustafarians?'

		JIMMY
	You know, white kids with trust
	funds acting like they're poor.
	Keeping it real. Know what I mean?

		RICKY
	I call 'em wiggers.

		JIMMY
	Different.

		BOBBY
	This Ruiz guy, what's his deal?

		JIMMY
	Don't know much. I hear he runs a
	tight ship.

		BOBBY
	Yeah?

		JIMMY
	Understand me?

		BOBBY
	Yeah.

		RICKY
		(quiet)
	So is this the drop?

		BOBBY
	Like I said, I don't know.

		RICKY
	He woulda told us right?

		BOBBY
	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.

		RICKY
		(responding to
		irritated looks)
	Watch out, man. Sorry. I'm on the
	list, man.
		(to the doorman)
	Hey, bro.

		DOORMAN
	The line's over there.

		RICKY
	Yeah, but, we're good. You know
	what I mean?

		DOORMAN
	How is it you're good? You on a
	list?

		RICKY
	Yeah. Ricky Slade.

		DOORMAN
		(to doorman with
		clipboard)
	You see a Ricky Slade?

The doorman with a clipboard checks and shakes his head.

		RICKY
	Cardiff Giant?

		DOORMAN
	What?

		RICKY
	Cardiff Giant. Just check.

		DOORMAN
	Maybe you wanna try the China Club.

		RICKY
	Again with the fucking China Club!
	What do I look like a fucking
	Persian to you?

		DOORMAN
		(firm)
	Hey. I'm half Lebanese.

		BOBBY
	We're with Ruiz.

		DOORMAN
	Ruiz isn't here.

		BOBBY
	We're supposed to meet him here. Is
	Ruiz on the list?

		DOORMAN
	Ruiz is always on the list. He just
	ain't here, though.

		BOBBY
	Can you check?

		DOORMAN
	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.

		DOORMAN (continues) (CONT'D)
	What's up, man.

		SCREECH
	S'up.

		DOORMAN
	You look big, man. Diesel. You been
	lifting?

		SCREECH
	A little.

		DOORMAN
	You look good, man.

		SCREECH
	Cool. See you later.

		DOORMAN
	Cool.

Ricky can't believe his eyes.

		RICKY
	Did you see that shit? Motherfucker.
		(to doorman)
	You let in fucking Screech, dude?
	I'm waiting and you let in Screech?

		DOORMAN
	He's on the list.

		RICKY
		(hot)
	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.

		DOORMAN
	What's up, bro? You look big, man,
	you been lifting?

		RUIZ
	A little. How's it going tonight?

		DOORMAN
	Shit's off the chain. These two say
	they're with you.

		RUIZ
	Yeah.

		DOORMAN
	Alright. These two are good.

He opens the rope. Bobby shakes his hand.

		DOORMAN (continues) (CONT'D)
	Sorry, man, but...

		BOBBY
	Thanks a lot. Don't worry about it.

		DOORMAN
	Any time, bro.

		BOBBY
	Thanks.

Ricky walks by and throws him a look like he just stuck it
in.

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.

		RUIZ
	That's him. Now you all know the
	drill, right?

		BOBBY
	What drill?

		RICKY
	We don't know any drill. Nobody
	told us anything.

		RUIZ
	Maxie told you to keep your mouth
	shut while you're working, right?

		BOBBY
	Yeah.

		RICKY
	So we're working?

		RUIZ
	What the fuck you think, I wanna
	'hang' with you motherfuckers? Yeah
	you're working. And put down the
	champagne.

		RICKY
	She poured it for-

		RUIZ
	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.

		BOBBY
	He making the drop?

		HORRACE
	Nah, man. He's just making contact.
	That's our man. The Welsh guy.

		BOBBY
	What's his name?

		HORRACE
	Ruiz don't like using names on cell
	phones. He refers to him as the Red
	Dragon.

		BOBBY
	So, when's the drop.

		HORRACE
	To be honest, man, I don't know
	shit either. All I know is it ain't
	drugs and it ain't now.

		RICKY
	How do you know it's not drugs?


		HORRACE
	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.

		RICKY
	You strapped?

		HORRACE
		(confused)
	'Strapped?'

		RICKY
	It means you got a gun?

		HORRACE
	I know what 'strapped' means,
	motherfucker. What the fuck you
	think this shit is? '21 Jump Street?'
		(notices)
	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 both laughing.

		RUIZ
	Here, man, sit down.

		WELSHMAN
		(breaking the
		tension)
	I see you brought along the rogues
	gallery.

		RUIZ
	Not really. Just some friends from
	out West. This is Ho, Bobby, and
	Rick.

He shakes their hands, keeping it light.

		WELSHMAN
	And here I thought you flew in some
	out of town muscle. How's it going,
	men?

		RICKY
	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 laughter.

		WELSHMAN
	Well, that's news to me. The name's
	Tom.

		RICKY
	Mmmm-hmm. Where's the, uh,
	'Dragon's lair?' Where do you live?

		WELSHMAN
	Edinburgh.

		RICKY
	And where might that be?

		WELSHMAN
	Scotland.

		RICKY
	Well, word on the street is you're
	Welsh.

		WELSHMAN
	I am.

		RICKY
	A rose by any other name would--

		RUIZ
		(changing the
		subject)
	Come here, there's someone I want
	you to meet. You like big tiddies?

		WELSHMAN
	Well, who doesn't?

They walk off. Ruiz sneaks a glare.

						CUT TO:

INT. LIMOSINE - IN FRONT OF SPA - 13TH STREET - NIGHT

Ricky and Bobby are being lectured by Ruiz, who sits across
from them next to Horrace.

		RUIZ
	What the fuck was you told? Don't
	talk, right?

		RICKY
	Unless spoken to, ain't that right,
	Horrace. Didn't you say that?

		HORRACE
	Don't drag my ass into this-

		RICKY
	He spoke to me. You want me to dis
	him?

		RUIZ
	'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 Dragon'?.

		BOBBY
	We get it. We're sorry.

		RUIZ
	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
door.

		HORRACE
	I'm not saying shit to neither of
	you.

		RICKY
	Why? What I say bad?

		HORRACE
	What the fuck, 'Red Dragon?'

		RICKY
	What? Why am I bad?

		BOBBY
	How bad is it?

		HORRACE
	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.

		BOBBY
	When's it going down?

		HORRACE
	Was gonna be tomorrow morning. Now,
	who knows?

		BOBBY
	Shit.

Outside, Ruiz starts his bike. Horrace slides out.

		HORRACE
	See you later.

		RICKY
	You really in trouble?

		HORRACE
	Stop.

		RICKY
	I'll tell him someone else told me.

		HORRACE
	Just don't ask me no more shit.

Horrace closes the door and starts his bike. They ride off.

		BOBBY
	You happy?

		RICKY
	About what?

		BOBBY
	Why you gotta make everything
	difficult?

		RICKY
	You too?

		BOBBY
	Yeah, me too. You're a fucking bull
	in a china shop.

		RICKY
	Fuck this.

He opens the door.

		BOBBY
	Where do you think you're going?

		RICKY
	Back in.

		BOBBY
	You fucking nuts?

		RICKY
	Work's over. I'm gonna party.

		BOBBY
	You can't go in there. They know
	you're with Ruiz.

		RICKY
	You got that right.

		BOBBY
	Fuck you. Go then. I'm taking the
	car.

		RICKY
	Fine.

Ricky walks past the line with a handshake. Bobby sits,
staring forward.

		JIMMY
	Where to?

						CUT TO:

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.

		RICKY
	Look who's back? Want some
	champagne?

		BOBBY
		(to waitress)
	Do not put this on Ruiz's tab.
	Start a new one.

		RICKY
	Damn right. Bring us two bottles of
	Dom Champs and here, take fifty in
	case I call you bitch later when I'm
	drunk.
		(she goes)
	Siddown, motherfucker.
		(he pours him a
		glass and toasts)
	'Sex and paychecks.'

They all clink.

EXT. DOWNTOWN NEW YORK - MONTAGE - NIGHT

Shots at the bar. With chicks.

		RICKY
	So, wait, you're from where?

		BIANCA
	Manhattan.

		RICKY
	You girls aren't from Brooklyn or
	anything?

		BIANCA
	No.

		CYNTHIA
	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.

		RICKY
	I don't get it. What do you do?

		BIANCA
	We're in Fashion.

		RICKY
	So you're models?

		CYNTHIA
	We rep lines? You know? Fashion?

		RICKY
	And you grew up in Manhattan?

		CYNTHIA
	Kinda. Yeah.

		RICKY
	What do you mean 'kinda?'

		BIANCA
	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.

		RICKY
	I don't know about you guys, but
	I'm starting to feel a really sexual
	vibe here.

		BIANCA
	What happened? I thought we were
	playing Truth or Dare.

		RICKY
	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
answers.

		BIANCA
	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.

		CYNTHIA
	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...

		BIANCA
		(can't believe she
		said it)
	Holy shit.

		CYNTHIA
	I'm having fun , Sean. Can you
	handle that..? Yeah. He doesn't
	judge me.

		RICKY
	I don't wear a white wig, I don't
	carry a gavel.

		CYNTHIA
	That's a good idea, maybe I will!

		BIANCA
	Are you alright.

She hangs up.

		RICKY
	Now you girls wait here. I got a
	special surprise.

The girls are all waiting with Bobby as Ricky leaves the
room. Bobby does not make any attempt to keep the ball
rolling.

Cynthia whispers too loud and drunk.

		CYNTHIA
	Is he cute?

		BIANCA
	He's okay.

		CYNTHIA
	Should I fuck him?

		BIANCA
	I don't know. Do whatever you want.

		CYNTHIA
	He's great, right. Is he great?

		BIANCA
	He's alright.

		CYNTHIA
		(disappointed)
	I know.

		BIANCA
		(cheerleader)
	But maybe that's okay. Maybe that's
	just what you need.

		BOBBY
	Can you excuse me for a minute?

Bobby leaves the room. He finds Ricky in a hotel robe
filling the BATHTUB.

		BOBBY (continues) (CONT'D)
	What the fuck's going on?

		RICKY
	Dude, get back out there. You gotta
	help me get them in the hot tub.
		(shouts)
	Hang on girls! Just get out there.
	I'll be right out. You know how I do.

		BOBBY
	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.
		(leaves)

Ricky checks the water and comes out talking.

		RICKY
	Okay. We got a lot happening here.
	Here comes the good part... Okay...

		BIANCA
		(re: robe)
	Somebody's getting comfortable.

		CYNTHIA
	Where's the surprise?

		RICKY
	You want your surprise?

		CYNTHIA
	Yeah. I want it.

		RICKY
	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...

		BIANCA
	You mind if I roll a joint?

Ricky sits in the BATHTUB with a glass of champagne.

		RICKY
	You want to come splash around.

		CYNTHIA
	I'm just warning you, I can't swim.

Then... Bianca sparks up. She offers to Bobby, who refuses.

		BIANCA
	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
	dog guy?

						CUT TO:

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.

		CYNTHIA
	I want to leave right now.

		RICKY
	I didn't do anything--

		BOBBY
	What the hell did you do?

		RICKY
	I swear to God, I didn't do
	anything.

		BIANCA
	Oh no. What is it this time.

		CYNTHIA
	We used to take baths together.

		BIANCA
	Come on. Let's go.

Cynthia calls her boyfriend on the cell phone.

		CYNTHIA
	Sean? I want you to pick me up... I
	know. I'm sorry too.

They leave.

		BOBBY
	What the fuck was that about?

		RICKY
	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.

		BOBBY
	Here you go, darling. Get home safe.

BEEBEEP... BEEBEEP...Both their pagers go off.

		BOBBY (continues) (CONT'D)
	Fuck.

He reaches for the phone. Dials.

		BOBBY (continues) (CONT'D)
	Hi.
		(mouthes to Ricky)
	It's Ruiz.
		(phone)
	Yeah. So the driver knows where to
	go? When? We'll be down in five. No,
	I'll tell him. He's right there. Bye.

		RICKY
	What's up?

		BOBBY
	He wants to see us now.

		RICKY
	Where?

		BOBBY
	He said it's being arranged. He
	said Jimmy will know.

		RICKY
	We're getting whacked.

		BOBBY
	We're not getting whacked.

		RICKY
	Why else you think he won't tell us
	where the sit down is?

		BOBBY
	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.

		BOBBY (continues) (CONT'D)
	What are you doing.

		RICKY
	I got a bad feeling, man. I don't
	want to go in naked.

		BOBBY
	You gonna shank him in the shower?

		RICKY
	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 -

		BOBBY
	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.

						CUT TO:

INT. LIMOSINE - 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.

		BOBBY
	Put that shit out...

		RICKY
	C'mon, man...

		BOBBY
	I swear to God, I'll fucking puke.

		RICKY
		(obliging)
	Hey, Jimmy, where they taking us?

		BOBBY
	Yeah. Where they gonna whack us?

Ricky looks at him without an ounce of humor. Jimmy laughs.

		JIMMY
	If they're whacking you, they're
	doing it in style.

The limo pulls up to...

EXT. TAVERN ON THE GREEN - CENTRAL PARK - MORNING -
CONTINUOUS

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.

		RUIZ
	Jesus Christ, where the fuck you
	been all night? You look like you
	got shit out in the gorilla house.

		BOBBY
	Good morning.

		HORRACE
		(laughs)
	Good morning.

		RUIZ
	You think this shit's funny, Ho?

		HORRACE
	Nah, man...

		RUIZ
	You think it's funny, motherfucker?

		BOBBY
	Easy, Ruiz.

A WAITER shows up.

		RUIZ
	Don't 'easy Ruiz' me. Y'all turned
	a Easter egg hunt into a
	butt-fuck-a-thon.
		(to waiter)
	Bring me four eggs Benedict and a
	mimosa. You all want mimosas?

		BOBBY
		(ill)
	Nah, man...

		RICKY
	No...

		RUIZ
	Four mimosas.
		(to guys)
	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.

		RICKY
	He has a cute what..?

		BOBBY
	A bad heart.

		RUIZ
	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
	finish it.

		RICKY
	Who's gonna outfit us?

		RUIZ
	Outfit? What's he talking about?

		BOBBY
	Nothing, man.

		RICKY
	You want us strapped, don't you?

		RUIZ
	Last thing I want is you with a gun.

		HORRACE
	Word.

		BOBBY
	What's the plan?

		RUIZ
	Tom, the Welsh dude-

		RICKY
	The Red Dragon.

		RUIZ
	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 account.

		RICKY
	So, we're talking money
	laundering...

		RUIZ
	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.

		BOBBY
	Let's do it.

		RICKY
	I'm your soldier.

		RUIZ
	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.

		BOBBY
	Where's the drop?

		RUIZ
	You three are gonna meet him for
	dinner. Find out if and where. Now
	any of you motherfuckers got
	anything else to say?

		RICKY
	Yeah.

		RUIZ
	What?



		RICKY
	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?

		RUIZ
	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
find a...

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.

						CUT TO:

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.

		BOBBY
	Why isn't Ruiz coming?

		HORRACE
	This Welsh dude is tripping on Ruiz
	cause he's a Shot Caller.

		BOBBY
	What's that?

		HORRACE
	A Shot Caller. A boss, a Capo. He's
	running shit.

		BOBBY
	Yeah.

CUT TO another view of the bears.



		HORRACE
	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 magician.

		RICKY
	So we just go eat with him and
	that's gonna solve everything?

		HORRACE
	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.

		RICKY
	Like you were doing any better
	shucking and jiving like you were
	waiting for wings outside the Quick
	and Split.

CUT TO another view of the bears.

		BOBBY
	So what do we do?

		HORRACE
	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
	to California.

		BOBBY
	Where is this happening?

		HORRACE
		(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.

		RICKY
	Let's check out the penguins.

		BOBBY
	The what?

		RICKY
	The penguin house.

		BOBBY
	Wait a minute. You want to look at
	fucking penguins now?

		RICKY
	Yeah. Let's look at the penguins.

		BOBBY
	Did you hear what he just said?

		RICKY
	Whatever. We're here. We may as
	well go to the penguin house.

		BOBBY
	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...

		RICKY
	We need guns.

		BOBBY
	We don't need guns.

		RICKY
	I'm pretty sure we do.

		BOBBY
	I listened extremely carefully.
	Nothing was even vaguely implied. He
	even laughed in your face when you
	asked him

		RICKY
	All the more reason.

		BOBBY
	You wouldn't even know where to get
	one.

		RICKY
	Wanna bet?

		BOBBY
	You couldn't even get a hand job
	from bridge and tunnel posse, how
	you gonna get a gun?

		RICKY
	That's cause you decided to get all
	tired all of a sudden.

		BOBBY
	It was six in the fucking morning.

		RICKY
	Float me a hundred bucks.

		BOBBY
	Why?

		RICKY
	You wanna see how fast I get a gun?

		BOBBY
	You're out of money?

		RICKY
	No.

		BOBBY
	What do you have left?

		RICKY
	Eighty.

		BOBBY
	Eighty bucks?!?

		RICKY
	Eighty five.

		BOBBY
	What happened to the fifteen
	hundred?

		RICKY
	You coulda picked up a tab every
	once in a while.

		BOBBY
	I did! I paid for half the fuckin
	drinks!

		RICKY
	You did?

		BOBBY
	Yes I did. You asshole! What about
	the room?

		RICKY
	What about it?

		BOBBY
	They only cover one fifty in
	incidentals. You've been ordering
	fucking... Motherfucker...

He starts to count out his cash.

		RICKY
	Calm down.

		BOBBY
	I fucking vouched for you. I
	vouched for you and you fucked me.

		RICKY
	This shit's peanuts compared to
	what we're gonna make with Maxie.

		BOBBY
	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 school.

		RICKY
	I'm sorry...

		BOBBY
	This is horseshit. It coulda been
	so easy.

		RICKY
	It's gonna be fine.

		BOBBY
	No more, man.

		RICKY
	Let's get some sleep. That's what
	we need, man. Sleep.

		BOBBY
	How we gonna sleep? We only got a
	few hours til dinner.

		RICKY
	So what do we do?

		BOBBY
	Let's just go now and wait.

		RICKY
	Three and a half hours?

		BOBBY
	I don't want to take any more
	chances.

		RICKY
	Let's just go get guns, I'd feel
	better.

		BOBBY
	Don't fuck around. You're gonna get
	us all killed.

		RICKY
	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...

		BOBBY
	Where do you get this shit?

		RICKY
	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.

		BOBBY
	You're not getting a gun.

INT. LIMOSINE - MANHATTAN - DAY

Bobby is on the CAR PHONE beside Ricky. He leaves a message.

		BOBBY
	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 to Chloe.

Ricky fights with him in whispers, then finally takes the
phone.

		RICKY
	Hi Princess. It's Ricky. I hope
	you're doing good sweety. Everyone's
	okay. Nobody's hurt... Talk to you
	soon. Bye.

INT. GLOBE - MANHATTAN - DAY

Ricky and Bobby look horrible. They stare in silence
drinking coffee.

INT. GLOBE - MANHATTAN - DAY

TIME LAPSE of the two guys shifting and resting.

INT. GLOBE - MANHATTAN - DAY

Horrace arrives with the Welshman.

		RICKY
	Look. They're together. You telling
	me this ain't a set-up?

		BOBBY
	Easy...

They arrive.

		WELSHMAN
	Hey, boys.

		BOBBY
	Tom. How's it going?

		WELSHMAN
	Fine, fine. And you were..?

		BOBBY
	Bobby and Ricky.

		WELSHMAN
	Right, right. The 'thugs.'

They share a laugh. The tension is slowly dissipating.

		WELSHMAN (continues) (CONT'D)
	And where is..?

		HORRACE
	Ruiz? Oh, he ain't here.

		WELSHMAN
	No?

		HORRACE
	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.

		WELSHMAN
	Well, I didn't care for the club
	much. And, I must say, I didn't care
	for him either.

		HORRACE
	Well, he ain't gonna be around no
	more.

		WELSHMAN
	Pity. What's say we have a drink?

						CUT TO:

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.

		WELSHMAN
	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
a chew.

		RICKY
	Dip?

		WELSHMAN
	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.

		HORRACE
	No shit?

		WELSHMAN
	Does anyone want another?

		HORRACE
	You want another drink?

		RICKY
	I'll get it.

		WELSHMAN
	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.

		HORRACE
	Sure. Anyplace in particular?

		WELSHMAN
	I hear the China Club is a laugh.

						CUT TO:

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.

		WELSHMAN
	Bloody hell! Brilliant! Did you see
	that?

Horrace slips the performer a bill and he trots off.

		WELSHMAN (continues) (CONT'D)
	Now, about the business at hand...

They all perk up and lean in. Tom drains his glass.

		WELSHMAN (continues) (CONT'D)
	Anyone have any drugs.

A wave of dread.

		HORRACE
	What do you want?

		WELSHMAN
	A little Charlie, perhaps.

		HORRACE
	Coke?

		WELSHMAN
	I've heard you've got the best coke
	in the States. The shit back home is
	pants.

		HORRACE
		(slipping Ricky some
		bills)
	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.

		WELSHMAN
	You guys are the fucking best.  I
	swear, I didn't know about this
	whole thing, but you guys are okay.

						CUT TO:

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.

		WELSHMAN
		(slurring)
	God love you...

He opens it with drunken abruptness, sending part of it's
contents onto Bobby's jacket.

		WELSHMAN (continues) (CONT'D)
	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
away.

		WELSHMAN (continues) (CONT'D)
	Sorry, mates. Now there isn't even
	enough to go around...

		HORRACE
	Don't worry, man. It's all for you.

		WELSHMAN
		(touched)
	No, really, mate?

		HORRACE
	Here...

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
banging heads.

		RICKY
	Ow, shit...

		HORRACE
	Watch it...

		BOBBY
	C'mon...

		WELSHMAN
	Fuck...

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.

		WELSHMAN (continues) (CONT'D)
	Fuck, that's good shit. So, what's
	say we make a go of this and you
	drop off the cash tomorrow?

Finally.

						CUT TO:

INT. LIMOSINE - MANHATTAN - LATER - NIGHT

The limo settles to a STOP to drop off Horrace.

		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?

		BOBBY
	No.

		HORRACE
	Brooklyn.

		BOBBY
	Yeah?

		HORRACE
	He must have that shit troughed.

		BOBBY
	What do you mean 'troughed?'

		HORRACE
	Troughed off. Protected. Like, you
	know, like he got a moat around it.

		BOBBY
	Ruiz tied in out there?

		HORRACE
	Nah, man. No one is. They got some
	Puerto Ricans and a new crop of
	fuckin Irish immigrants.

		RICKY
	I'm half Irish.

		HORRACE
	I don't fuck with those crazy,
	off-the-boat fuckin Irish. You heard
	of the Westies?.

		BOBBY
	Heard of them.

		HORRACE
	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
	in case.

		BOBBY
	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.

		HORRACE
	And not a word to Maxie. He'll shit
	if he knew we crossed a bridge.

They all nod. Horrace gets out.

INT. LIMOSINE - MANHATTAN - DAY

They pull up to the Soho Grand. Ricky wakes Bobby, who
begins to doze.

		RICKY
	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 dials.

		CHLOE (V.O.) (V.O.)
	Hello.

		BOBBY
	Chloe?

		CHLOE (V.O.) (V.O.)
	Uncle Bobby?

		BOBBY
	Hi, baby. What are you doing awake?
	Where's mommy?

		CHLOE (V.O.) (V.O.)
	I don't know.

		BOBBY
		(concerned, checking
		watch)
	Mommy's not home?

		CHLOE (V.O.) (V.O.)
	No.

		BOBBY
	What time is it there?

		CHLOE (V.O.) (V.O.)
	Can you take me to Color Me Mine?

		BOBBY
	Yeah. Are you sure mommy's not
	home? It's very late.

BEEBEEP... BEEBEEP...Shit. The pager.

		BOBBY (continues) (CONT'D)
	I gotta go, baby. I love you. Tell
	mommy I called. You be a big girl
	and be careful when you're alone.

		CHLOE (V.O.) (V.O.)
	I love you. Come home.

He hangs up, then dials.

		BOBBY
	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. LIMOSINE - MANHATTAN - DAY - MOMENTS LATER

Bobby sits into the car once again. Jimmy pulls away.

		BOBBY
	Aren't we waiting for Ricky?

		JIMMY
	Ricky's taken care of.

		BOBBY
	Taken care of?

		JIMMY
	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. LIMOSINE - 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.

		HORRACE
		(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.

		BOBBY
	Where we going?

		HORRACE
	Quick drop. In and out.

		BOBBY
	Where's Ricky?

		HORRACE
	Ricky's taken care of.

		BOBBY
	How so?

		HORRACE
	He was uptown when I paged him. I
	gave him the address. He's meeting
	us there.

		BOBBY
		(re: briefcase)
	That it?

		HORRACE
	That's it.

PAUSE.

EXT. LIMOSINE - BROOKLYN - DAY

The car crosses the Brooklyn Bridge and drives through
Brooklyn.

INT. LIMOSINE - BROOKLYN - SAME

Bobby is watching and thinking as Brooklyn goes by. Horrace
seems distant.

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. LIMOSINE - IN FRONT OF THE ICARUS - CONTINUOUS

They pop the doors.

		HORRACE
	This is it.

		BOBBY
	Where's Ricky.

		HORRACE
	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,
then...

		WELSHMAN
	Here they are, then.

		HORRACE
		(falsely relaxed)
	How's it going?

		WELSHMAN
	Brilliantly. Care for a pint?

		HORRACE
	No, thanks, man. We got to head out.

		WELSHMAN
	Come, now. You just got here.

		HORRACE
	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.

		WELSHMAN
	Nonsense. We'll have three half
	pints of lager.

One Irishman goes to fetch the drinks. Two of the Irishmen
pat them down for guns.

		WELSHMAN (continues) (CONT'D)
	Sorry about that. Where's your mate?

		HORRACE
	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.

		HORRACE (continues) (CONT'D)
		(anxious)
	Give me your marker, and we'll be
	on our way.

Tom begins to write out a receipt.

		WELSHMAN
	I can't yet vouch for the amount,
	unless you want me to sit here and
	count.

		HORRACE
	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.

		HORRACE (continues) (CONT'D)
	What the fuck, man? Why? The
	money's in your hand. Why you
	pulling this shit?

Tom is scared shit. He's more surprised than any of them.

		WELSHMAN
	I... I just hired these guys to
	watch my back...

		HORRACE
	Motherfucker, we're handing you
	money. What the hell we gonna pull?

		ROGUE
	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.

		WELSHMAN
	didn't know, I swear to God, I-

WHACK. He takes one in the gut, violently losing his wind.

		HORRACE
		(to Bobby)
	If you and your boy set this up,
	you're way out of your league.

		ROGUE
	Shut up!

		VOICE (O.S.) (O.S.)
	Maybe you're the one who better
	shut up.

They all turn to see RICKY standing tall with a PISTOL to
the head of a tough with two beers. Ricky sips the third
lager.

		ROGUE
	He's only got six shots, he's bound
	to miss.

		RICKY
	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 throat.

The thug removes the blade from Bobby's neck. His eyes
narrow as he looks at the gun. He notices something...

		THUG
	That's a starter pistol.

		RICKY
		(covering)
	What?

		THUG
	His gun's a starter pistol. I can
	see the red plug in the barrel.

The toughs begin to relax and converge...

		RICKY
		(nervous)
	Are you willing to risk your life
	over-

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 the door.

		JIMMY
	That's enough.

Jimmy the driver stands in the door aiming a Glock 45 at
the crowd.

They all freeze.



		JIMMY (continues) (CONT'D)
	You guys, over in the corner. Leave
	the hardware and your wallets on the
	table.
		(to bartender)
	Make out an invoice on damages. You
	got e-mail?
		(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.
		(to Bobby)
	Nice. I'll let Maxie know you're
	good in the pocket.
		(to Ricky)
	Staduch.
		(to the guys)
	Go. I'll take care of this.

Things are about to get ugly. Bobby grabs the case. They
split.

EXT. ICARUS TAVERN - RED HOOK - MOMENTS LATER

They get in. The limo pulls out.

INT. LIMOSINE - 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.

		RICKY
	Holy shit. Get me back to Manhattan.

		BOBBY
		(interrupts)
	Take us right to Kennedy. Now.

Horrace nods.

					  FADE OUT.

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. Finally...

		MAX
	You did good.

He throws them each a bundle off the top of the pile of
bills. Ten grand stacks?

		MAX (continues) (CONT'D)
	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.

		RICKY
	But, Max-

		MAX
	We're square.

		RICKY
	Yes, sir.

		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.

		BOBBY
	There won't be a next thing.

		MAX
	Take a few days-

		BOBBY
	I don't need a few days. I'm gonna
	settle down with Jess. She's through
	dancing. We're opening a restaurant.

		MAX
	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.

		BOBBY
	She's through too. Thank you for
	the opportunity, Max. We'll see you
	around.

They rise to leave.

		MAX
		(smiling)
	You got a lot to learn, kid. Say hi
	to Jess for me.

EXT. JESSICA'S HOUSE - BLACKBURN - LOS ANGELES - CONTINUOUS
- NIGHT

The Trans Am pulls up in front of Jess' house. Bobby and
Ricky both pop out. We catch the end of a conversation.

		RICKY
	Dude, we were practically made...

		BOBBY
	I'll drop you off in a minute. I
	want to see if the baby's up. You
	wanna come in?

		RICKY
	No. I'll wait here.

		BOBBY
	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.

		BOBBY
	Where's mommy? Did she leave you
	alone again?

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.

		HORNY GUY
	I-I-I... Don't...

		BOBBY
	I don't get it.

		JESS
	I never promised you anything.

		BOBBY
	How could you let her see this?

		JESS
	Goodbye, Bobby.

		BOBBY
	Just so you know, I bought you out
	with Maxie. I suggest you leave
	while you can.

		JESS
	Don't you get it? I don't want to
	leave. This is who I am.

		BOBBY
	Tell you the truth, I don't give a
	shit for me. But that little girl is
	so special, and you're gonna fuck
	her up.

He crosses to go, but is interrupted by...

		JESS
		(quietly)
	Take her.

		BOBBY
	What'd you say?

		JESS
	I want you to take her with you.

Off Bobby's look we...

						CUT TO:

INT. FRONT ROOM - JESSICA'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Bobby walks in. Chloe looks up at him. A tense silence.

		BOBBY
	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.

					   FADE TO:

EXT. BOBBY'S CAR - SMALL DESERT HIGHWAY - OUTSIDE LOS
ANGELES - NEXT MORNING

We FADE UP on a beautiful sunny morning travelling 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.

		RICKY
	Baby, you got the sweetest voice I
	ever heard, but Uncle Ricky's gotta
	sleep. I've been driving all night,
	Princess.

She ignores him.

		RICKY (continues) (CONT'D)
	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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