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INT. MOTORCYCLE SHOP - DAY
The man saunters into the shop like some “Billy Badass” with
his sleeveless Confederate flag shirt and work-stained jeans.
This is CLAY, and Kenna hates his 5-foot-6 fat ass already.
She stands, takes the rag slung over her shoulder and wipes
her grease-laden hands. Her voice is cold.
KENNA
You look lost.
CLAY
Lost, huh? Funny comin’ from you.
KENNA
You need help or what?
CLAY
Yeah. I need to find a man-
KENNA
They’re all straight here.
Angry beat.
CLAY
...to fix my goddamn Harley - I
ain’t into that faggot shit.
KENNA
Patrick!
From a small office, a fit young man comes out with a stack
of invoices he’s been working down.
PATRICK
(to Kenna)
What’s up?
KENNA
“Bubba” here needs a man.
Kenna puts her hands into her jeans pocket and threads them
effortlessly into some brass knuckles she keeps in there,
pulls out a metal fist and leaves it at her side.
CLAY
Listen here, blackie-
PATRICK
(booming, sexy)
Hey! We don’t play that shit around
here, motherfucker. You understand
me?
CLAY
My brother ... I apologize. Let’s
start fresh, just me and you.
Patrick looks at Kenna. She nods “go ahead,” slips her hand
back into the pocket, pulls out a naked hand. Effortless.
CLAY (CONT’D)
I got a Harley loaded up out front
that I need some work on.
PATRICK
What’s wrong with it?
CLAY
Belt snapped and I can’t get a new
one on myself.
KENNA
The belt on your bike or the one
around your waist?
CLAY
Fuck you tryna say?
PATRICK
Belts are a bitch, dude.
CLAY
Belts are a bitch. I read good
reviews on this shop.
PATRICK
That’s what we hear, yeah. Everyone
leaves happy and we guarantee our
work.
CLAY
Only other place with decent
reviews that’ll work on my old soft-
tail’s in NiggerTown and they can’t
get the part in ‘til next month.
PATRICK
Dude, “NiggerT--” what did I just
fuckin’ say, you piece of shit?! I
think you need to leave!
PATRICK (CONT’D)
If you want to go ahead and unload
around back, we’ll take a look
first thing in the morning.
CLAY
How long you think it’ll take to
get it done?
PATRICK
Depends on if we have the belt in
stock.
KENNA
We do. It’s a Goodyear Falcon SPC,
rear-drive. Fits ‘95 to ‘99 soft-
tails.
CLAY
I know you a little hot-head for
this woman, but I’d re-check her
work, my brother.
4.
PATRICK
(salty)
Okay, yeah. I’ll go do that.
Patrick comes back with the belt. Without looking up from the
wrench as she checks for its size:
KENNA
Write up the quote, get him outta
here.
CLAY
“Get him outta here?” I’m a paying
customer. You don’t talk to-
KENNA
This is my shop, motherfucker, and
if you don’t like the way I run it,
you take your ass over to
“NiggerTown” and don’t even think
of showin’ your inbred face in my
shop again.
Beat.
KENNA (CONT’D)
“Bubba.”
CLAY
I been to prison for less than the
words you just spoke to me.
PATRICK
Okay! Great news! Seems we can have
it ready in two days at $350.
5.
Clay peels his eyes off Kenna and turns them to Patrick,
eyebrows up in “that’s a good deal!”
CLAY
Hot damn. We got a deal, my
brother.
PATRICK
Patrick. My name is Patrick.
CLAY
And I’m Clay.
PATRICK
Sorry - germaphobe. We have a
payment upfront policy, cash only.
CLAY
Not a problem, Brother Patrick.
CLAY (CONT’D)
I don’t fuck with banks.
KENNA
Get back to work.
KENNA (CONT’D)
$350 even.
Clay smirks, counts out the money like a baller, showing off.
He hands it to her and she spins to get a counterfeit-money
pen.
She runs it across the three 100s and the 50 - they all come
back black - bad money. She turns back to him, sickened.
KENNA (CONT’D)
You motherfucker.
CLAY
Fuck you mean?
KENNA
This is counterfeit money.
CLAY
The hell it is! That’s good tender!
KENNA
No wonder you went to prison, you
dumb fuck. These aren’t even good
fakes.
KENNA (CONT’D)
Hello? Hi. My name’s Kenna Sawyer
and I own Sawyer Cycles in
Cabbagetown. I need an officer at-
CLAY
Hold on, stop stop stop! Hang up -
please! Gimme a chance to make this
right! (softly) I can’t go back to
prison, lady.
CLAY (CONT’D)
I’m serious: Lemme fix this.
KENNA
(to the phone)
I’m sorry. Everything’s fine. Just
a misunderstanding with a gentleman
whose eyes are too close together.
I’ll call back if I need you.
Thanks, Officer.
She puts the phone down. Clay’s too dumb to even notice it’s
an old phone that doesn’t have a cord hooked to the wall.
KENNA (CONT’D)
It’s 500 now.
CLAY
500?!
CLAY (CONT’D)
Fine! 500!
7.
He slams the money down. She grabs it, turns around, and
checks it with a different counterfeit pen - it comes back
yellow.
KENNA
Good thing for you, fatboy. It
checks out this time.
CLAY
Whew. That is a good thing. And
uhh, thank you for not gettin’ the
law out here. Mighty kind of ya.
CLAY (CONT’D)
So uhh ... can I get that $350
back?
KENNA
The counterfeit 350?! No, you
stupid-ass! If you want to know the
truth, I’m obligated to turn this
into the authorities as soon as I
discover it, along with the name of
the person I got it from. That what
you want?
CLAY
God no. I’m sorry I aske-
KENNA
You’re sorry, allright, and I’m
tried of lookin’ at you. So here’s
the deal: You’re gonna unload that
garbage-ass dinosaur of a
motorcycle around back within 10
minutes or I’m turning this fake-
ass money into the cops as Patrick
blocks your truck from leaving.
This deal is non-negotiable. Get
out of my face, or go back to
prison.
CLAY
Loud and clear, little lady. Gimme
10 minutes to unload and you won’t
hear a peep outta me ‘til it’s time
to get my bike. Scout’s honor.
KENNA
Patrick!
PATRICK
What’s up, Mama?
KENNA
Help Bubba the Felon unload his
bike and make sure his ass is gone
in 10 before I come out there and
fuck his world up.
PATRICK
On it!
Once alone, she pulls off the counterfeit pen’s fake outer
casing revealing a black, washable kid’s marker.
She wipes the black strips off with a wet shop rag. All
better. (The money was real all along.)
KENNA
That’s for the “angry black woman”
comment.
KENNA (CONT’D)
That’s for “NiggerTown,” you sister-
fucker.
KENNA (CONT’D)
That’s for your stupid-ass shirt.
KENNA (CONT’D)
That’s for them teeth lookin’ like
they’re in a group hug.
KENNA (CONT’D)
And that’s ‘cause your family tree
doesn’t fork.
9.
DISSOLVE TO
TEDDY
(to an indoor palm)
There ya go, little fella. Lookin’
good this morning, I must say!
TEDDY
Only a little for you, my gorgeous
friend. You’re a dainty thing, yes
indeed, madame.
TEDDY
Everybody good?
He “listens” to them.
TEDDY
Gooood. I was hoping you’d say
that, ‘cause now it’s my turn, and
your boy Teddy is thirsty himself.
and stores the watering can on the top of the fridge before
reaching in and grabbing a clear-plastic container of OJ.
Teddy drinks all but a tiny bit, puts it back in the fridge.
JORGE
Oh my God, I love Honey Oh’s! It’s
the best!
TEDDY
Same here, my dude. I buy it every
week.
JORGE
Wait. What’s today?
TEDDY
Tuesday. You gotta doc appointment.
And you should also take your
medicine.
JORGE
You’re so right! You’ve got a great
memory. Cherish it. And thanks for
the meds reminder ...
JORGE
... Teddy. Thanks, Teddy.
11.
TEDDY
You got it, my man.
JORGE
I’m gonna chug this on the way to
the doc’s. You have a good one.
In the all caps Jorge uses, he writes: PAY TEDDY THE $200 YOU
OWE HIM FOR ELEC. BILL. Then he slaps it on the fridge next
to the reminder of who Teddy is.
TEDDY
Don’t judge me, woman.
Listens.
TEDDY
Of course Jorge paid the damn
electricity bill! He’s the one who
gets settlement money every month!
Listens.
TEDDY
(mockingly)
“hE hAs sHoRt-TeRm MeMoRy fRoM a
cHiLdHoOd bRaIn iNjUry!” Wow. How
awful getting paid fat cash for
having a little less brain cells.
And no: I don’t feel bad, and I
find it pretty rude of you to ask
me that, frankly.
Listens.
TEDDY
It’s not stealing if he gives it to
me freely! Y’know what, Candace?
Just be quiet. You orchids and your
high-horses, I swear.
Listens.
TEDDY
No ma’am: You take that back!
12.
Her POV, now, makes it seem she’s staring back, watching his
face screwing up. He’s losing a showdown. With a plant.
TEDDY
I can’t with you right now.
DISSOLVE TO:
GRACE (O.S.)
These shoes, oh my gaaaaahd. They
kill my feet, babe.
Teddy jumps outta bed and throws on a tee and some basketball
shorts.
TEDDY
Hey, guys!
They see him, Grace smiles wanly while Jorge smiles big,
brandishing a large takeout bag of Thai.
GRACE
Hey, Teddy. You look ... well-
sweated.
TEDDY
You know me - no excuses to skip a
gym sesh!
GRACE
These plants look incredible. Wow.
TEDDY
Thanks, Grace. Just a little water
and sun and they somehow grow.
GRACE
(jovially)
Water and sun makes plants grow.
You should write that down, get it
published.
JORGE
I’m gonna set up the plates. I got
you some food, too.
TEDDY
Whaaaat? You didn’t have to do
that.
JORGE
Well I had a PostIt that said you
bought me dinner last night and
that I owed you.
After Grace and Jorge head into the kitchen, Teddy makes a
“ha ha” face at Candace, then joins them.
14.
GRACE
Teddy, that was mine.
TEDDY
(mouth full)
Oh shit! My bad!
GRACE
That’s fine.
GRACE
Babe, what’s wrong?
JORGE
I forgot which drawer the
silverware’s in. I keep forgetting
to make PostIts for them.
She quickly makes her way to him and touches his shoulders,
guiding him to the table lovingly.
GRACE
You sit. Relax. I got this.
Jorge turns his head up for a kiss, gets one on the forehead.
He’s a giddy ball of love.
GRACE
Are you serious right now? Did you
even wash your hands?
15.
TEDDY
Of course I did!
GRACE
That was Jorge’s dinner, just so
you know. Not that it matters now.
TEDDY
(mouth full)
Oh shit! My bad!
GRACE
(deadpan)
It’s yours now, Teddy. Enjoy.
She opens some tom yum soup and a box of laab for Jorge. He
smiles down at it, taking a good sniff. As he does, Grace
shakes her head at Teddy, who’s too busy scarfing food to
notice.
JORGE
Ayyyyyy. I bet this would be
awesome with sriracha!
GRACE
Good call, babe. You remember where
it is?
He tries to ...
GRACE
In the lazy Susan next to the
fridge.
JORGE
Ladies first.
She gives him a loving look, begins peeling off the plastic.
As she does so, he takes out his wallet and begins to write a
check.
GRACE
Whatcha doin’, hon?
JORGE
Ohhh, I owe Teddy a couple hundred
bucks. He paid the electricity bill
last month.
GRACE
Ummm ... no he didn’t. I went with
you to pay it. I even kept the
receipt - it was $137.
JORGE
Teddy! Hey! You okay, man?!
GRACE
He’s fine.
Jorge makes to get up, but Grace stops him with more
aggression than she’s ever shown her boyfriend. Very “SIT!”
TEDDY
Jorge! Help ... me! Can’t ...
breathe!
TEDDY
Seriously! I need you to call 911!
JORGE
Grace! We have to act!
GRACE
Jorge! People who can’t breathe
can’t talk. Much less-
GRACE
Fucking INHALE. His airways aren’t
blocked.
JORGE
He was scamming me?
GRACE
It would appear so.
Teddy stops moving, closes his eyes like he may have passed
out. Grace gets up, gets the Thai bag, and throws all the
food into it, trash-style.
JORGE
Honey, what’re you doi-
GRACE
We’re leaving. You and I are going
out to eat, and if I were you
Teddy? I’d get the fuck up and pack
your shit. Taking advantage of a
handicapped man for God knows how
long is an offense I could fucking
hang you for.
JORGE
Because she’s an attorney!
(quietly, to Grace) Right?
GRACE
Goddamn right. And a good one.
JORGE
Pack your shit ...
TEDDY
(eyes still shut)
Teddy.
JORGE
Teddy. Get it gone or I’ll have ...
GRACE
Grace.
JORGE
Grace end you, ese.
18.
GRACE
Let’s go, babe. I’ll drive.
Grace makes sure to take the bag so Teddy can’t eat anything
in it. They leave, sure to slam the door on the way out.
Once Teddy’s sure they’re not coming back, he opens his eyes.
TEDDY
SHUT THE FUCK UP, CANDACE!
FADE OUT.
FADE IN:
DAN
Mornin’!
EVERETT
Hey hey.
DAN
Lookin’ good.
EVERETT
I work hard to keep the place
clean, Mr. Horton.
DAN
I know it, Everett. You work damn
hard here.
Charming smile:
EVERETT
Which is why I should get that
bartender promotion, right?
DAN
We’ve been over this, Everett: I
need someone with at least three
years experience.
EVERETT
I’m a quick study, I swear!
DAN
It’s just business. Anyway: I gotta
make the schedules for the week so
I’ll need some quiet time in the
back - unless someone comes in
looking to fill the position. Then
come get me.
EVERETT
You got it, Mr. Horton.
DAN
Everett. Stop with the Mr. Horton
shit. It’s Dan.
EVERETT
You got it, Dan.
EVERETT
Welcome to Seven Lamps. Just one?
JOHN
Actually, I’m looking for a
manager??
EVERETT
He’s not here. Maybe I can help.
20.
JOHN
Maybe ... I’d like to drop off my
resume for the mixologist
position??
Everett smirks.
EVERETT
“Mixologist.” Okay ...
Everett gives him a face that says “Omg, you look so dumb to
me right now.”
JOHN
Anyway??
JOHN
Give this to your manager??
EVERETT
I’ll be sure to do that.
JOHN
I’ll email it to management, too.
Just in case they don’t get the
physical copy.
A quiet beat.
FADE OUT.
FADE IN:
21.
DAN (V.O.)
“I need someone with at least three
years experience.”
EVERETT
Cali-ass bitch.
Under one: “This was taken right before the Straight Pride
rally! Fuck LGBT!”
He pulls John’s resume out of his server book and and slips a
hand down his pants. He gets to work, staring dead into the
eyes of Cali-boy’s headshot.
EVERETT
I got some shit for you to
‘mixology,’ Cali-boy. Shake THIS
load!
FADE OUT.
FADE IN:
DAN
Shit! I hate computers!
EVERETT
Just let me do it, damn.
Dan obliges.
EVERETT
I don’t know why you insist on
being owner and manager when you’re
so bad with technology. Hire a damn
manager, Dan.
DAN
Watch it, son.
EVERETT
And a good bartender.
23.
DAN
Find me one with experience and
we’ll talk.
EVERETT
Wouldn’t hurt if I made what good
barkeeps do, but I won’t dwell.
DAN
Oh! Speakin’ of, I got an email
from a mixology!
EVERETT
“Mixologist.” And yeah: I found his
resume in the hostess stand, took a
look.
DAN
(amused)
You did, huh? Lemme guess: You hate
him.
EVERETT
Well, actually, I thought he seemed
fit for the gig, judging by his
experience.
DAN
So should we bring him in for an
interview?
EVERETT
Actually ... I’m gonna let you be
the judge of that. I wanna show you
something.
DAN
Adam and Steve?!
DAN
Straight Pride?! That son of a
bitch!
EVERETT
In fairness, Dan, he may have
changed his tune since then.
DAN
BULLSHIT! Either you were with us
or you were against us!
EVERETT
(softly)
People can change, Dan.
DAN
No! Fuck that! This guy can go
straight to hell! Get his face off
my screen!
EVERETT
I shouldn’t have shown you that.
I’m so sorry.
DAN
You don’t apologize for a damn
thing - you did me a favor, son.
EVERETT
Should we at least call him in to
ask if he’s got a different view of-
DAN
Everett? If I ever see that
motherfucker in my restaurant, I’m
gonna catch some charges. You hear
me?
EVERETT
Loud and clear. I’ll make sure he
never steps foot in here, Dan. You
have my word.
25.
Dan takes a sip of the lemon water that’s been sitting in his
office. He breathes deeply, gets it together.
DAN
Thank you. I mean that. You just
saved my ass from potentially
hiring a homophobe. You’re my guy.
I know that now.
EVERETT
Breathe deep.
Dan does.
EVERETT
Good job. Keep at it. You need help
closing?
DAN
Nope. I just need you to start
training Monday.
EVERETT
For ... the bartender position?
DAN
That’s the plan, Stan. Now go home,
get some rest. You did good today.
Everett throws his arms around Dan, gets a big, loving pat.
EVERETT
You sure you don’t need help
closing?
DAN
Everett! Go!
EVERETT
I’m a mixologist now, baby.
FADE OUT.
26.
FADE IN:
ALICE
(mocking herself)
“I’m gonna get some new clothes
soon!” Great job, me.
ALICE
(to herself)
Everything I wanna wear is dirty.
JACOB (O.S.)
What?
ALICE
Nothing! Just talking to myself.
JACOB (O.S.)
You’re becoming your mother.
ALICE
You’ve never even met my mother.
JACOB (O.S.)
I know, but old women do that.
On they go. She keeps her wrinkly navy tee on. Whatever.
ALICE
I’ll be back in a few hours. You
want Taco Bell for dinner?
JACOB
You’re drivin’ again?
ALICE
It’s Saturday night, babe - best
time to make money.
JACOB
You love being around those drunk,
weekend perverts.
ALICE
It’s money, honey. You work at a
car wash to pay for your toys, I
drive for Lyfted to pay for mine.
JACOB
Yeah, but the folks at the car wash
don’t hit on me. You’re like a
prostitute with how much like these
jerks tryin’ to get into your
pants.
She removes her hand from his hair. She doesn’t dig that
diatribe - at all. She keeps her voice cool, though.
ALICE
(heavy sarcasm)
Lyfted drivers are prostitutes. Got
it. Anyway, I work on the weekends
to make sure rent gets paid on
time.
JACOB
Oh, here we go again. You always
hold it against me that I fell
behind on rent a few times. Always
so cool of you, Alice. Maybe I
should prostitute like you.
ALICE
Stop saying that, Jacob. And I’ve
never held that over your head.
You’re the one who always brings it
up.
ALICE
Kiss me goodbye. I hate leaving
with you mad at me.
JACOB
Try not to fuck anyone while you’re
out. For the “money, honey!”
ALICE
Right. I’ll do my best.
ALICE
JK. I’ll definitely be fucking
someone tonight.
DISSOLVE TO:
Alice waits in the parking lot of The Vortex (L5P). Her phone
chimes - a person is in need of a ride. It’s a woman,
KATELYNN (20, young professional with the sorority vibe goin’
strong).
KATELYNN
Are you ... (looks at phone) ...
Alice?
ALICE
I am! Hop in!
Katelynn holds onto the car as she rounds it and gets into
the backseat. She’s majorly drunk.
29.
KATELYNN
I’m so fuuuuuuucked uuuuuup, omg.
ALICE
Oh no! You feel okay? You sick?
KATELYNN
I feel like I might throw up all
those Long-Island ice-teas. I don’t
know, though.
ALICE
Listen: I’ll drive slowly and
carefully. But you can cancel if
you think you’ll be sick.
KATELYNN
No, I need to get home. I gotta
work in the morning.
ALICE
Then you just relax and let me get
you on home where a comfy bed
awaits.
GPS
In 500 feet, make a right onto
Barnett Street.
KATELYNN
What the fuck, dude?
GPS
In 1000 feet, make a left onto
Virginia Avenue.
KATELYNN
I’m gonna ...
Green light! Alice guns it and makes that sharp turn onto
Virginia.
GPS
Make a right onto Park Drive.
A hard right is made and Katelynn is done for. She pukes all
over the rear passenger floorboard. It’s copious.
KATELYNN
Oh my gaaaaaahhhhhd. It got in my
haairrrr!
ALICE
It got all over my car! Out! Get
out!
KATELYNN
What? No - you’re taking me home,
bitch.
ALICE
No, “bitch” - I’m ending the ride.
And I hope you like that automatic
$300 vomit charge.
KATELYNN
I just wanna go home.
ALICE
Get out of my car.
ALICE
Officer: I’m sorry. Are you on
duty? I need some help.
OFFICER O’BRIEN
No, but whatcha need?
31.
ALICE
This woman won’t get out of my car.
I drive for Lyfted, by the way. She
threw up a lot of alcohol in my
backseat and I’m not even sure
she’s of legal age to drink.
KATELYNN
I’m 20, bitch!
KATELYNN
I mean 21 ... 20-fucking-1! I have
ID, watch!
The officer puts his food on top of Alice’s car, waits for
Katelynn to drunkenly produce her license. O’Brien takes a
look.
OFFICER O’BRIEN
Riiiight. Okay, so this is fake.
KATELYNN
NO! NNNNNO! IT’S REAL!
OFFICER O’BRIEN
(to Alice)
Yeah, I’ll take care of this. You
go on ahead and get that car
cleaned.
ALICE
Where do you want this?
OFFICER O’BRIEN
Oh. Can you put it on my car?
KATELYNN
HELLLP! HELP MEEE! SOMEBODY HELP
ME! THIS BLACK COP IS GRABBING MY
TITS! HE TOUCHED MY PUSSY!
KATELYNN
HOW DARE YOU LAUGH?! HE RAPED ME!!!
Alice returns to her car and waits for him to get off the
walkie-talkie. He’s so tired and his poor face shows it.
ALICE
You need anything? Some water?
OFFICER O’BRIEN
No, ma’am. Just try and have a
better night, okay?
ALICE
Same to you, officer.
KATELYNN
FUCK YOU! SHE TOUCHED MY PUSSY TOO!
and hits “End Shift” via the Lyfted app. She turns the
rearview mirror to her face, to have a one-on-one with
herself.
ALICE
Did you just make 300 bucks in less
than 15 minutes? Yeah, you did, Ms.
Prescott. You always make that
money, honey.
ALICE
Ugh! What the heck’s in Long-Island
ice-tea - rocket fuel?
She rolls down the windows, then calls Jacob. Three rings:
33.
JACOB (V.O.)
I’m battling. Talk quick.
ALICE
Someone puked in my car.
JACOB (V.O.)
Again?! Babe! Why do you keep
picking up drunk people?!
ALICE
I don’t know, Jacob, but you may be
onto something. Maybe I need to
stop.
JACOB (V.O.)
Uhhhh, yeah? You can make money
other ways ... like ... be a model
or an actress or some shit. You’re
hot as fuck.
ALICE
Please don’t swear. You know I hate
that.
JACOB (V.O.)
Get over it - that’s how I talk.
You comin’ home now?
ALICE
I am. Can you ummm ...
JACOB (V.O.)
Clean the fucking puke tomorrow?
ALICE
(meekly)
Please?
JACOB (V.O.)
Jesus fucking Christ.
ALICE
JACOB! That’s the worst swear!
JACOB (V.O.)
Fine, yeah, whatever. Just bring it
into the shop and I’ll get it taken
care of.
34.
ALICE
Awww. You’re the best. I love you
so much.
JACOB (V.O.)
Okay. Get me three soft taco
supremes - no tomatoes because-
ALICE
You’re allergic, yes I know. I’ll
be there in 20.
JACOB (V.O.)
K. I’m about to do a boss-battle so
don’t call back. Just bring the
food.
ALICE
Sure thing. Love yoooouuuu!
He hangs up.
ALICE
(to herself)
Because you wash this fuckin’ car
for free like the idiot I know you
are.
ALICE
And did you ask for extra tomatoes,
Jakey? I feel like you did.
(bitterly) Love ya, babe.
[DP: Focus on her rear tire leaving, leave the camera on the
ground. Bullitt is about to pull up right where she left.
Focus on his tire. An almost “invisible cut,” if you will.]
He dismounts, pulls off his helmet, and fixes his hair a bit.
Then he scans the cars in the lot. None of them match what
he’s looking for.
BULLITT
Will you calm the fuck down?
REP. MALLORY
No. I won’t. The minute I let my
guard down is the minute I’m all
over the news.
BULLITT
Jesus Hussein Christ.
Rep. Mallory backs outta the spot, pulls into the newly-
revamped Clermont Hotel. Bullitt turns in his seat, stares at
the old man.
BULLITT
The Clermont? Really? You’re trying
not to be seen, but you go to the
Clermont?
They park.
REP. MALLORY
I got people here, boy. Just be
quiet.
REP. MALLORY
I reserved a room under your name.
You check in, and I’ll be up in 10
minutes.
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BULLITT
Fair enough.
BULLITT
(under his breath)
This son of a bitch, oh my god.
He enters
and pulls out his wallet. The black woman at the counter
(60s, blond wig, busty) takes his ID, types some stuff up.
BLONDIE
Okay, I got you down for room 206.
You need a credit card, though.
BULLITT
Isn’t it paid for?
BLONDIE
It’s for incidentals - in case you
drink from our mini-bar, stuff like
that.
He produces one, she types in the numbers, then hands him the
card back, along with two hotel keys.
BLONDIE
Okay, honey. Be sure to visit the
lounge.
BULLITT
Oh, I have. Trust.
Bullitt puts his helmet down and takes off his backpack. His
cell rings - Rep. Mallory.
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BULLITT
Hey.
BULLITT
I’m still in the lobby! I’ll call
you when I’m in the room - gah!
BULLITT
Room 206.
Click.
BULLITT
(loud, for the camera)
Damn, dude. A kiss? You know I’m
not into that.
REP. MALLORY
I pay you enough for it!
BULLITT
Do you whine like this down at the
Gold Dome? Damn.
REP. MALLORY
Whining is for liberals.
BULLITT
Whatever. Cash upfront.
Rep. Mallory reaches into the inner pocket of his black suit
jacket, gets $500 out.
BULLITT
$500 it is.
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BULLITT
Dude! Give me a damn minute!
REP. MALLORY
I got needs, boy!
BULLITT
Over there.
The rep takes his jacket off, pits soaked, and sits on the
edge of the bed, right in front of the camera.
BULLITT
You like what you see?
REP. MALLORY
Goddamn right.
BULLITT
That’s a bad word for a “man of
God.”
REP. MALLORY
Don’t believe everything I say on
TV - dick is Lord, and the Lord is
good.
BULLITT
Put it on me, you gay motherfucker.
REP. MALLORY
Gladly.
BULLITT
Stick your tongue out, you sick
fuck.
BULLITT
Lay down, Reid Mallory.
REP. MALLORY
You know I ain’t into gettin’
fucked.
BULLITT
Too late. You’re fucked.
REP. MALLORY
What’re you on about, boy?
Bullitt pulls off the condom, throws it on the rep, then does
his pants back up.
BULLITT
Gee. Where do I start? You know I’m
a photographer, right?
REP. MALLORY
I do.
The rep licks the inside of the condom mindlessly, like it’s
some kind of compulsion he can’t control.
BULLITT
And you know that I’m struggling.
REP. MALLORY
I pay you higher than the going
rate these days!
Bullitt laughs that the rep knows the going rate - and it’s
all on tape.
REP. MALLORY
What the hell are you laughin’ at,
boy?
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BULLITT
I’m laughing at this.
He moves the menu, shows the camera. The rep struggles to sit
upright, rolls onto his side instead.
REP. MALLORY
Is that what I think it is?!
BULLITT
If you think it’s a camera, yeah.
It is.
REP. MALLORY
What do you want, goddamn you?
BULLITT
That’s a tough one to answer for
me.
REP. MALLORY
Get to the point and stop fuckin’
with me!
BULLITT
I’m thinking $50,000.
REP. MALLORY
You’re outta your goddamn mind! And
you just recorded yourself tryin’
to extort me!
BULLITT
Yeah. I’ll delete that part.
BULLITT
$50,000 and I destroy this footage.
It’s either that, or I destroy your
career.
REP. MALLORY
I could have you killed for this!
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BULLITT
Aaaaaand that was recorded, too. I
bet that bumps the worth of this
video to ... what? $70,000? Death
threats are pretty huge.
BULLITT
Ooh! I bet WSB-TV would love to get
their hands on the homophobic state
representative giving a man a
blowjob. And that whole licking the
condom, goddamn. So gross. Imagine
the world seeing that!
BULLITT
I thought whining was for liberals.
Huh. I also thought homophobia was
for straights, of which I am - but
I’m not homophobic.
REP. MALLORY
Please don’t do this.
BULLITT
Give you a good deal on saving your
career? Don’t do that?
REP. MALLORY
$30,000. I can come up with that by
tomorrow.
BULLITT
Yeeeeeaaaah, but I like $70,000
better.
REP. MALLORY
You know I can go to the police for
what you’re doing and ruin you.
BULLITT
I’m a nobody with nothing to lose,
and I’m young enough to start my
life over. You, though, you old
prick? You’d be toast with zero
time to eek out a new life. Plus,
everyone would know what you did
and-
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REP. MALLORY
Fine!
REP. MALLORY
I wipe my ass with $70,000 dollars!
BULLITT
Don’t do it to mine, please and
thank you.
The rep puts his coat back on. He’s grey-faced, sweaty, not
looking good at all.
BULLITT
Tomorrow, I’m going to meet you in
the same place. If I see any cops,
I give the signal to release the
video to a friend down at WSB-TV.
He won’t be able to see it until I
use my call from jail to give him
the password to unlock the footage.
REP. MALLORY
You son of a goddamn bitch. You’ll
get your money, but I want that
footage destroyed. I wanna see it
happen!
BULLITT
Deal. Wonderful doin’ business with
you.
BULLITT
The boy’s good, what can I say?
DISSOLVE TO:
BULLITT
You wipe your ass with this?
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REP. MALLORY
Shut the fuck up and get outta my
car.
BULLITT
Awww. Don’t be so sore. I just
saved your career.
REP. MALLORY
Get the fuck out of my car! And I
swear, boy, if that tape comes out,
APD’ll have a murder-suicide on
their hands.
BULLITT
You don’t hear from me again -
unless the money’s short. Then APD
will have a standard-issue murder
on their hands.
REP. MALLORY
It’s all there! Not GET OUTTA MY
GODDAMN CA-
BULLITT
You okay there, buddy?
BULLITT
Huh. Weird timing.
BULLITT
Hi there. I think there’s a man
having a heart attack at Eats on
Ponce. Black sedan. Can someone get
here quick?
A beat.
BULLITT
Yeah, he’s not breathing, actually.
A beat.
BULLITT
No, I’m not gettin’ a pulse. Sir!
Sir! Can you hear me?
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BULLITT
There here, ma’am! Thank you so
much!
BULLITT
(fake sadness)
I don’t know CPR. I just saw him
from the window slumped over and-
EMT 1
It’s okay. We got it from here.
EMT 2
You did good to call. Don’t beat
yourself up.
He puts the briefcase in his bookbag and does his helmet up.
BULLITT
I just killed that piece of shit
and made $70,000 doin’ it. Win-win.
BULLITT
Your boy’s the man, ain’t he?
KRISTIN
And you’ve noticed this behavior is
bringing trouble into your life?
That it’s possibly attracting
negativity and blocking you from
success, and it’s something you’d
like to change?
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ALICE
Yes.
BULLITT
Yup.
KENNA
For damn sure.
EVERETT
Uh huh.
TEDDY
That’s a yes from me, dawg.
KRISTIN
And you acknowledge that this
change is going to take time and
lots of work, because of your
clinical diagnosis of psychopathy?
ALICE
I’m willing to work on this.
KENNA
I’m gonna try, Dr. Norse.
TEDDY
A psychopath. You sound like
Candace. But yeah: I’ll try.
EVERETT
I’ll do what it takes.
BULLITT
Somethin’s gotta give. Might as
well be me.
KRISTIN
(to camera)
Okay then! This has never been
tried, so there are no guarantees I
can make better humans of people
with your condition. But if you
give it your best, so will I.
Welcome to boot camp for the brain.
FADE TO BLACK.
46.