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(Updated May 2011)
SUSAN
Ok.
ELPEE
When you're done with the next show,
I want you to go home.
SUSAN
Yes sir.
Elpee turns away to see Havier standing there, leaning on
his broom.
ELPEE
Do you want to go home too?
SUSAN
Hi.
PUNK KID
Two for Big Vendetta.
They fork over their cash, get their tickets, and wander in.
Susan absently opens the cash drawer to add her last bucks
to the till--
LINCOLN, JEFFERSON, JACKSON--
The pyramid eye on one of the bills WINKS AT HER--
SUSAN
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. It was
real nice working with you.
She abruptly turns to leave. She instinctively grabs a
cardboard promotional cutout of Chuck Wing, which stands in
the corner of the booth.
And now she walks hurriedly away: bloated purse under one
arm, cutout of Wing under the other.
18.
HAVIER
Excuse me! You forget!
AT THE MINIVAN
HAVIER
No good to lose the keys. Can't
drive the car, no way to go back
home. Maybe some bad person finds
them, does something, aye yai yai.
Susan quietly fumbles with the latch on her purse.
HAVIER (CONT'D)
So...I will see you later sometime,
huh? Maybe we will "paint the town
red."
Still no response from Susan.
A police car rounds the drive into the parking lot and barrels
towards the Multiplex. Havier eyes the cruiser apprehensively.
He looks down at Susan's purse.
CLOSE ON TV
It's a reality TV show. A few loinclothed folks are gathered
around a small, blackened animal roasting on a spit.
The LEADER lifts a conch and blows through it.
TV LEADER
All tribal members gather round.
A few others emerge from thatched huts on the beach.
TV LEADER (CONT'D)
Ok. Looks like we've only got enough
food to last us a couple days—
An middle aged woman breaks down crying. Another scantily
clad, very attractive young woman nearby comforts her.
One of the men reaches for a piece of the roasting meat--but
the leader knocks his hand away with a knobbed club.
SUSAN
That's my daughter.
HAVIER
She is beautiful like you. How old
is she?
Susan sits back down, picks at her slice a bit then answers:
SUSAN
She would be six...
HAVIER
"Would be?"
SUSAN
She would be if...well, she passed
away recently.
HAVIER
"Passed away?"
SUSAN
She's dead. She died.
SUSAN
Do you think I'm fat?
HAVIER
No.
SUSAN
Really?
HAVIER
Yes. But I do not care if the woman
is fat anyway. If I like her, I
like her.
HAVIER
No. My girl and I are together no
more. She finds a businessman with
much money. He has a nice car.
Susan wears her gown and lies on her gurney while Havier
holds her hand and strokes her hair.
HAVIER
Everything will be okay, sunshine.
Morell fills a large needle and bites his lip in
concentration. Just as he's about to insert the needle into
Susan's arm, a revolving RED LIGHT whirls on the ceiling.
MORELL
Dammit-!
SUSAN
What?
MORELL
Nothing, nothing. It's nothing.
And he inserts the needle into Susan's arm. She quickly falls
into a slumbrous half-sleep.
MORELL (CONT'D)
We're ready, Manuel.
Manuel obediently brings a petri dish, and the Doctor sucks
up the contents with another needle. His hands shake as
beads of sweat gather on his forehead.
MORELL (CONT'D)
Just like Juniper...just like Juniper.
UPSTAIRS
They burst through the kitchen and head down the stairs-
SHERRIF
And the Sherrif--
WISCONSIN
Yes, and the Sherrif. We have a
warrant for your arrest.
MORELL (O.S.)
Wayne is that you, you little shit?
I told you I'd have the rest of your
money tomorrow. Not today. Come
back tomorrow. I'm in the middle of
something.
WISCONSIN
Kurt Morell. This is the FDA, the
FBI and the ATF. And the Sherrif.
We have a warrant for your arrest.
MORELL (O.S.)
I'm terribly sorry, he's not here
right now.
WISCONSIN
If you don't open the door voluntarily
we will open it by force. Come out
with your hands above your head.
MORELL
I bought three boxes last year but
they were all stale.
SUSAN
What's that noise?
MORELL
(to Susan)
Nothing. Now, stay very, very still.
Try to think of something nice. Say,
a beautiful beach, or a pristine,
snowcapped mountain...
And Morell carefully inserts the giant horse needle into
Susan's body.
PAT & LLOYD'S FINAL COUNTDOWN
3.
Writer (Feature Comedy in Development) - WGA #1231331
PAT (CONT'D)
There you go. Don't let the quality
of that item disturb your sleep Ma'm.
(to everyone in the
store)
THERE YOU HAVE IT, ANOTHER SATISFIED
CUSTOMER FOLKS!
PAT (CONT'D)
Now, these babies are made in the
USA. Look at how that sucker makes
short work of that eggplant, huh,
how about that?
PAT (CONT'D)
That's right, my colleague here will
now demonstrate the latest in kitchen
appliance technologies.
Lloyd pulls a French Horn from under his bed and starts to
blow an idle tune.
PAT
Another off day. Can’t figure it
out.
LLOYD
We have enough money for the room
this week, Pat?
PAT
We’re just in a slump, that’s all.
The trough of a wave.
Lloyd stops playing for a moment and looks over at Pat.
PAT (CONT'D)
You know, in science, and this is
one of those things they want you to
know in NASA, by the way--
Anyway, in science if you have two
sets of waves, and if one is in a
peak when the other's in the trough.
They'll cancel each other out.
LLOYD
Wonder why it’s so bad Pat. Never
used to be so bad.
Lloyd slowly runs a clean sock across his horn to polish it.
Pat slowly stuffs his suitcase without folding his clothes.
He pokes his head out the curtain to see if the coast is
clear.
LLOYD (CONT'D)
Are we gonnna' skip out again Pat?
Pat stops stuffing his suitcase for a moment.
PAT
Lloyd, we're faced with an ethical
dilemma. We lack the funds to pay
for the room, so by any normal
standard I'd say, yes.
(MORE)
7.
Pat's got a NAPOLEAN HILL tape playing: it's Think and Grow
Rich. He nods and smiles knowingly, occasionally nudging
Lloyd as the tape plays when it's at a good part.
NAPOLEAN HILL
"The answer, my friend, is to remove
any shred of doubt from your mind
about becoming rich."
PAT
See that Lloyd, that's the key.
Whatever you think you are, you shall
be.
REALITY
PAT (V.O.) (CONT'D)
I can see myself entering the capsule,
going through the countdown, and
lifting off towards the heavens.
LLOYD
Maybe we’re losing our touch.
Pat downs his brew and crumples his can with gusto. He tosses
it against the wall.
PAT
We aren’t losing our touch Lloyd,
its just that things...things go up
and down. Round and round. Nature’s
cyclical. Like the orbits of planets,
there is an apogee and a perigee.
LLOYD
You sure do know your stuff Pat.
10.
PAT (CONT'D)
Mission control, something's wrong
up here...
PAT (CONT'D)
Uh, Yeap. Oh, hi Mr. Bay. Na, na,
just doing some calisthenics. Still
a little groggy. What's up?
INT. OFFICE - DAY
IN THE MOTEL
PAT
Ah, Mr Bay, yes, well, we had some
difficulties there for a while but
the Food O Matics are really, really
a hot item now, with the holiday
season coming and all.
MR. BAY
Buww shit. Big pile of buww shit.
You are lying to my again about your
numbers.
Who is the partner of yours, Lloyd
Sparkle? I say to you get rid of
that guy, he is no brain on his
shoulder at all.
PAT (V.O.)
Mr. Bay, with all due respect--
MR. BAY
Eeeyaha, you listen hard Patrick. I
want numbers up, and sales increase
by thirty five percent or you are
finish with Triangle Industry. You
understand?
IN THE ROOM
LLOYD
Who was it Pat?
17.
REGISTER GIRL
Aren't you with those fellas back
there?
The girl points, and Pat follows her goosebumped arm towards
the furthest aisle.
A couple clean cut college kids are standing at a table near
the deli counter, a crown gathered round.
LLOYD
(whispers)
Who’s that Pat?
PAT
I dunno. Are they with Triangle?
LLOYD
Shirley woulda' told us I’m sure.
Pat heads over towards the newcomers' setup, with Lloyd slowly
in tow.
Pat stands for a moment in front of the alien table,
pretending to be a customer while he sizes up the intruders.
Both newcomers look like recent college grads. The first is
golden haired CHAD, who resembles a Ken Barbie doll--even
down to the pastel neckerchief he wears.
His partner, VINTON, is the dumb muscle of the operation.
He's beefcake-ish, but could be from a biker bar or from an
S&M club with a ball in his mouth, wearing buttless chaps.
20.
PAT
Alright. Today only. But I’m telling
you, that’s our spot.
Pat and Lloyd walk off towards another aisle. As they pass
Izzy at the deli counter, Lloyd waves at her sheepishly.
Izzy winks at Lloyd: he blushes bigtime.
LLOYD
Who are those guys Pat?
PAT
I don’t know. Some fucking assholes
who think they’re hot shit. We’ll
show em hot shit.
LLOYD
That’s right. We’ll show them hot
shit.
Pat and Lloyd trudge towards a distant corner of the store.
PAT
Smart ass punks.
LLOYD
Huh?
PAT
Said smart ass punks, those two over
there, look at them. College kids
think they own the place, think they
can come here and take over just
like that?
LLOYD
Ah they're good kids.
Pat is aghast.
PAT
Good kids? Good kids?
(MORE)
21.
PAT (CONT'D)
Sparkles, those two are our
competition, get that straight right
now. They just took money out of
our pocket, took food out of our
mouth.
Good kids...good God, Lloyd, maybe
Mr. Bay is right, maybe we should
part ways.
LLOYD
Did Mr. Bay really tell us to split
up?
Lloyd looks at his old buddy mournfully. Pat kicks the table
leg in frustration. He runs his fingers through his thinning
hair again.
LLOYD (CONT'D)
We just had some bad luck that's
all, Pat, it's not the end of the
world. A little bad luck isn't the
end of the world.
PAT
Yea, well...somehow we gotta reduce
our overhead, these things cost us
money.
ED
Can I help you?
LLOYD
Yes sir, my name's Lloyd. Lloyd
Sparkles.
Ed eyes Lloyd strangely as a flicker of recognition sweeps
across his face.
ED
You're one of the fellas been
demonstrating food processors at the
store?
LLOYD
Yes sir, that's correct.
Ed smiles managerially.
ED
What can I do for you?
LLOYD
Well, actually I'm here to meet Izzy.
100.
Ed frowns.
ED
You better not be screwing my
daughter.
IZZY
Here you wanna try one?
LLOYD
What is it?
IZZY
It's a whippet.
LLOYD
A whippet?
IZZY
They’re fun. It’s laughing gas.
They use it to make whipped cream.
She hands Lloyd the balloon. He tentatively grasps it.
IZZY (CONT'D)
Go ahead, put the end in your mouth
and...breathe in.
FREEDOM DEAL
Writer (Feature War Drama in Development) WGA # 1467328 6.
NAVIGATOR
Piece of cake.
PILOT
Repeat that, over -
NAVIGATOR
I said piece of cake, sir. Border
sortie. No triple-A, no nothing.
NAVIGATOR, CONT.
You ever flown a BUFF into triple-A
sir?
PILOT
Once up in Vinh they had some low
level artillery they threw at us.
Nothing serious, some shrapnel in
engine eight. We decompressed a
little.
NAVIGATOR
I heard some guys flew over Vinh
last month. The gooks’re using new
some kind of new SAMs there. Over.
PILOT
Well that’s Vietnam, so it’s hairy.
But this is -
PILOT, CONT.
“Not Vietnam”. So it’s “not hairy”
at all.
NAVIGATOR
This is Charcoal One, over. We’re
ready for targeting - Charcoal Two
do you copy, Charcoal Three, do you
copy?
CUT TO:
SAMNANG
Where’s Uncle Ramy?
MOTHER
Ah, that rascal’s probably chasing
ladies at the market back in Svay
Rieng.
8.
SAMNANG
You said Uncle Ramy was coming.
MOTHER
He could be on the piss again, ‘On.
Maybe it’s for the better. We don’t
want him here cursing at the
wedding anyhow.
FATHER
Sa’at (beautiful)
MOTHER
N’anghaui (sure thing!)
The bride slowly turns to meet her beloved. They are both
dressed in bright, colorful wedding outfits, the finest they
could make.
CUT TO:
CUT TO:
9.
...and Cambodia.
NVA OFFICER
Fifth battalion is again at nearly
full unit strength. However, the
enemy and its puppets have
increased airborne reconnaissance
markedly since the Cambodian New
Year.
CLOSE ON ID
COMMANDING OFFICER
What is your assessment,
Lieutenant?
24.
SHAKY, CONT.
“I got a gal named Sasafras, she
got pimples on her ass...”
SHAKY, CONT.
“Some are big and some are small,
some you can hardly see at all.”
DOC
Kaboom!
SHAKY
What the heck, mayn?
DOC JONES
You ain’t gonna shoot me?
SHAKY
Nope.
DOC JONES
Good. Things jam up more than AK’s
anyhow.
IN THE FOREST
One female Viet Cong soldier, the nineteen year old TRINH,
seen earlier at Samnang’s village, shudders under fire in the
nearby ferns.
PRIVATE THANH LE
They mobilized from the rear, sir.
TUYET DIEU
(to Trinh) Are you holding up OK,
comrade? There aren’t many of you
lot left after Tet. You must be
especially lucky. Were you born
this year - are you a dog?
TRINH
Comrade, this is the Cambodian
forest...it’s not quite the same as
back home.
DORSEY ROBERTS
(distantly) Gaaa Nigga’...Gaaa !
Take that Charlie!
TUYET DIEU
Private, bring a rocket to bear on
the second vehicle with the black
man.
75.
FATHER
Go, go -
FATHER
Everyone, go to the field. Run!
In the sky, two more Hueys join the assault. They’re pregnant
with rockets, big pods dangling next to each skid.
RADIO (VO)
(in Vietnamese)
Alright we got a light vehicle
there on the ground, take them out,
brother -
PILOT, CONT.
Roger. OK, waste them all, the cart
and everyone near it.
ARVN GUNNER
They look like locals, sir!
PILOT, CONT.
Waste them. Let’s just get them
all, sort it out later.
The gunner takes aim at the cart and the regular NVA soldier
next to it, just as the father of the ox cart family manages
to free his animal.
The Shaolin Master leaps to his feet and attacks the Opera
Master, while the remaining clan members run in to support
his attack. They let out a great CHEER of support for each
other, putting their differences aside at last.
INN KEEPER
One table...two chairs...a pot of
liquor.
KUNLUN LEADER
You think you can defeat us with
your dirty tricks?
CLOSE ON ABACUS
INN KEEPER
Wait, wait, wait!
WUDANG LEADER
What?
INN KEEPER
You know. The rooms he booked. The
food. All the best house liquor.
The damage...
130.
The Inn Keeper flicks his abacus and holds it high for
everyone to see.
KUNLUN LEADER
Move away.
The clan members ignore the Inn Keeper, and continue walking
towards the Opera Master to deliver their final blow.
INN KEEPER
Sorry fellas, I made a mistake,
it’s actually six hundred ninety
six. Round it up to -
Not saying a word, the Kunlun Master SMASHES the abacus with
his iron wrist. Beads spill everywhere.
KUNLUN LEADER
Let’s round it down to zero.
Soon all the clan leaders lie in a heap, piled atop the Opera
Master.
The Inn Keeper brushes himself off and gathers the beads of
his abacus. As he speaks, he flicks the beads at the clan
members:
Lady Loung looks into the eyes of the Mask Man. Her eyes
soften with recognition.
The Masked Man looks deep into Lady Loung’s eyes as well.
It’s as if he is about to say something...
LADY LOUNG
Tell me who you are.
The Masked Man grabs Lady Loung’s shoulder, tosses her out of
the way and helps her duck the attack.
LADY LOUNG
Look out!
AUDIENCE MEMBER#1
What’s going on - ?
OPERA GUARD
Don’t move!
NARRATION:
Despite the degree, I didn't have any luck finding a job. And I
ended up...broke. Broke in the big city, and that's not a good
feeling.
Well I set up again the next day, and again the next. And it
wasn't long before I met others. Other booksellers from all
over the city who had also come to West 4th street to set up
shop.
And then there was Alan. Alan had some of the best books
around, but he was a little tempermental.
Who else? Paul. Paul was the youngest bookseller on the block--
even younger than me--so he was "The Kid"
Then there was Al: the oldest bookseller on the block. He sold
only maps and Atlases, so we called him Al Mappo.
That one there, the treasury of art and literature, if you hold
it long enough someone will buy it. The other two are gonna’ be
real hard to sell.
VO:
There were others like uh, Zach, he lived in New Jersey, "Land
of the ten cent book"
Tony was from the Czech Republic, and he played a mean guitar on
the side.
VO:
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