Click on the radio to listen
to KBILLY Supersounds
of the 70s


Home

Reservoir Dogs

Script

Music

Reviews


Pulp Fiction

Quentin Tarantino

Quentin Tarantino's


RESERVOIR DOGS


 1 INT. UNCLE BOB'S PANCAKE HOUSE - MORNING

Eight men dressed in BLACK SUITS, sit around a table at a

breakfast cafe. They are MR. WHITE, MR. PINK, MR. BLUE,

MR. BLONDE, MR. ORANGE, MR. BROWN, NICE GUY EDDIE CABOT,

and the big boss, JOE CABOT. Most are finished eating and

are enjoying coffee and conversation. Joe flips through a

small address book. Mr. Pink is telling a long and

involved story about Madonna.

 

MR. PINK

"Like a Virgin" is all about a

girl who digs a guy with a big

dick. The whole song is a

metaphor for big dicks.

 

MR. BLUE

No it's not. It's about a girl

who is very vulnerable and she's

been fucked over a few times.

Then she meets some guy who's

really sensitive--

 

MR. PINK

--Whoa...whoa...time out Greenbay.

Tell that bullshit to the

tourists.

 

JOE

(looking through his

address book)

Toby...who the fuck is Toby?

Toby...Toby...think...think...

think...

 

MR. PINK

It's not about a nice girl who

meets a sensitive boy. Now

granted that's what "True Blue" is

about, no argument about that.

 

MR. ORANGE

Which one is "True Blue?"

 

NICE GUY EDDIE

You don't remember "True Blue?"

That was a big ass hit for

Madonna. Shit, I don't even

follow this Tops In Pops shit, and

I've at least heard of "True

Blue."

 

MR. ORANGE

Look, asshole, I didn't say I

ain't heard of it. All I asked

was how does it go? Excuse me

for not being the world's biggest

Madonna fan.

 

MR. BROWN

I hate Madonna.

 

MR. BLUE

I like her early stuff. You know,

"Lucky Star," "Borderline" - but

once she got into her "Papa Don't

Preach" phase, I don't know, I

tuned out.

 

MR. PINK

Hey, fuck all that, I'm

making a point here. You're gonna

make me lose my train

of thought.

 

JOE

Oh fuck, Toby's that little china

girl.

 

MR. WHITE

What's that?

 

JOE

I found this old address book in a

jacket I ain't worn in a coon's

age. Toby what? What the fuck

was her last name?

 

MR. PINK

Where was I?

 

MR. ORANGE

You said "True Blue" was about a

nice girl who finds a sensitive

fella. But "Like a Virgin" was a

metaphor for big dicks.

 

MR. PINK

Let me tell ya what "Like a

Virgin"'s about. It's about some

cooze who's a regular fuck

machine.

I mean all the time, morning, day,

night, afternoon, dick, dick,

dick, dick, dick,

dick, dick, dick, dick, dick,

dick.

 

MR. BLUE

How many dicks was that?

 

MR. WHITE

A lot.

 

MR. PINK

Then one day she meets a John

Holmes motherfucker, and it's

like, whoa baby. This mother

fucker's like Charles Bronson in

"The Great Escape." He's diggin

tunnels. Now she's gettin this

serious dick action, she's feelin

something she ain't felt since

forever. Pain.

 

JOE

Chew? Toby Chew? No.

 

MR. PINK

It hurts. It hurts her. It

shouldn't hurt. Her pussy should

be Bubble-Yum by now. But when

this cat fucks her, it hurts. It

hurts like the first time. The

pain is reminding a fuck machine

what is was like to be a virgin.

Hence, "Like a Virgin."

 

The fellas crack up.

 

JOE

Wong?

 

MR. PINK

Fuck you, wrong. I'm right! What

the fuck do you know about it

anyway? You're still listening to

Jerry-fucking-Vale.

 

JOE

Not wrong, dumb ass, Wong! You

know, like the Chinese name?

 

Mr. White snatches the address book from Joe's hand. They

fight, but they're not really mad at each other.

 

MR. WHITE

Give me this fucking thing.

 

JOE

What the fuck do you think you're

doin? Give me my book back!

 

MR. WHITE

I'm sick of fuckin hearin it Joe,

I'll give it back when we leave.

 

JOE

Whaddaya mean, give it to me when

we leave, give it back now.

 

MR. WHITE

For the past fifteen minutes now,

you've just been droning on with

names. "Toby...Toby...Toby...

Toby Wong...Toby Wong...Toby

Chung...fuckin Charlie Chan." I

got Madonna's big dick outta my

right ear, and Toby Jap I-don't-

know-what, outta my left.

 

JOE

What do you care?

 

MR. WHITE

When you're annoying as hell, I

care a lot.

 

JOE

Give me my book.

 

MR. WHITE

You gonna put it away?

 

JOE

I'm gonna do whatever I wanna do

with it.

 

MR. WHITE

Well, then, I'm afraid I'm gonna

have to keep it.

 

MR. BLONDE

Joe, you want me to shoot him for

you?

 

MR. WHITE

Shit, you shoot me in a dream, you

better wake up and apologize.

 

NICE GUY EDDIE

Have you guys been listening to K-

BILLY's super sounds of the

seventies weekend?

 

MR. PINK

Yeah, it's fuckin great isn't it?

 

NICE GUY EDDIE

Can you believe the songs they

been playin?

 

MR. PINK

No, I can't. You know what I

heard the other day? "Heartbeat -

It's Lovebeat," by little Tony

DeFranco and the DeFranco Family.

I haven't heard that since I was

in fifth fuckin grade.

 

NICE GUY EDDIE

When I was coming down here, I was

playin it. And "The Night the

Lights Went Out in Georgia" came

on. Now I ain't heard that song

since it was big, but when it was

big, I heard it a million-

trillion times. I'm listening to

it this morning, and this was the

first time I ever realized that

the lady singing the song, was the

one who killed Andy.

 

MR. BLUE

You didn't know Vicki Lawrence

killed the guy?

 

NICE GUY EDDIE

I thought the cheatin wife shot

Andy.

 

MR. BLONDE

They say it in the song.

 

NICE GUY EDDIE

I know, I heard it. I musta zoned

out whenever that part came on

before. I thought when she said

that little sister stuff, she was

talkin about her sister- in-law,

the cheatin wife.

 

JOE

No, she did it. She killed the

cheatin wife, too.

 

MR. PINK

You know the part in "Gypsies,

Tramps and Theives," when she says

"Poppa woulda shot his if he knew

what he'd done?" I could never

figure out what he did.

 

The table laughs. The WAITRESS comes over to the table.

She has the check, and a pot of coffee.

 

WAITRESS

Can I get anybody more

coffee.

 

JOE

No, we're gonna be hittin it.

I'll take care of the check.

 

She hands the bill to him.

 

WAITRESS

Here ya go. Please pay at the

register, if you wouldn't mind.

 

JOE

Sure thing.

 

WAITRESS

You guys have a wonderful day.

 

They all mutter equivalents. She exits and Joe stands up.

 

JOE

I'll take care of this, you guys

leave the tip.

(to Mr. White)

And when I come back, I want my

book back.

 

MR. WHITE

Sorry, it's my book now.

 

JOE

Blonde, shoot this piece of shit,

will ya?

 

Mr. Blonde shoots Mr. White with his finger. Mr White

acts shot. Joe exits.

 

NICE GUY EDDIE

Okay, everybody cough up green for

the little lady.

 

Everybody whips out a buck, and throws it on the table.

Everybody, that is, except Mr. White.

 

NICE GUY EDDIE

C'mon, throw in a buck.

 

MR. WHITE

Uh-uh. I don't tip.

 

NICE GUY EDDIE

Whaddaya mean you don't tip?

 

MR. WHITE

I don't believe in it.

 

NICE GUY EDDIE

You don't believe in tipping?

 

MR. PINK

(laughing)

I love this kid, he's a madman,

this guy.

 

MR. BLONDE

Do you have any idea what these

ladies make? They make shit.

 

MR. WHITE

Don't give me that. She don't

make enough money, she can quit.

 

Everybody laughs.

 

NICE GUY EDDIE

I don't even know a Jew who'd have

the balls to say that. So let's

get this straight. You never ever

tip?

 

MR. WHITE

I don't tip because society says I

gotta. I tip when somebody

deserves a tip. When somebody

really puts forth an effort, they

deserve a little something extra.

But this tipping automatically,

that shit's for the birds. As far

as I'm concerned, they're just

doin their job.

 

MR. BLUE

Our girl was nice.

 

MR. WHITE

Our girl was okay. She didn't do

anything special.

 

MR. BLONDE

What's something special, take ya

in the kitchen and suck your dick?

 

They all laugh.

 

NICE GUY EDDIE

I'd go over twelve percent for

that.

 

MR. WRITE

Look, I ordered coffee. Now we've

been here a long fuckin time, and

she's only filled my cup three

times. When I order coffee, I

want it filled six times.

 

MR. BLONDE

What if she's too busy?

 

MR. WHITE

The words "too busy" shouldn't be

in a waitress's vocabulary.

 

NICE GUY EDDIE

Excuse me, Mr. White, but the last

thing you need is another cup of

coffee.

 

They all laugh.

 

MR. WHITE

These ladies aren't starvin to

death. They make minimum wage.

When I worked for minimum wage, I

wasn't lucky enough to have a job

that society deemed tipworthy.

 

NICE GUY EDDIE

Ahh, now we're getting down to it.

It's not just that he's a cheap

bastard--

 

MR. ORANGE

--It is that too--

 

NICE GUY EDDIE

--It is that too. But it's also

he couldn't get a waiter job. You

talk like a pissed off dishwasher:

"Fuck those cunts and their

fucking tips."

 

MR. BLONDE

So you don't care that they're

counting on your tip to live?

 

Mr. White rubs two of his fingers together.

 

MR. WHITE

Do you know what this is? It's

the world's smallest violin,

playing just for the waitresses.

 

MR. BLONDE

You don't have any idea what

you're talking about. These

people bust their ass. This

is a hard job.

 

MR. WHITE

So's working at McDonald's, but

you don't feel the need to tip

them. They're servin ya food, you

should tip em. But no, society

says tip these guys over here, but

not those guys over there. That's

bullshit.

 

MR. ORANGE

They work harder than the kids at

McDonald's.

 

MR. WHITE

Oh yeah, I don't see them cleaning

fryers.

 

MR. BROWN

These people are taxed on the tips

they make. When you stiff 'em,

you cost them money.

 

MR. BLONDE

Waitressing is the number one

occupation for female non-college

graduates in this country. It's

the one jab basically any woman

can get, and make a living on.

The reason is because of tips.

 

MR. WHITE

Fuck all that.

 

They all laugh.

 

MR. WHITE

Hey, I'm very sorry that the

government taxes their tips.

That's fucked up. But that ain't

my fault. it would appear that

waitresses are just one of the

many groups the government fucks

in the ass on a regular basis.

You show me a paper says the

government shouldn't do that, I'll

sign it. Put it to a vote, I'll

vote for it. But what I won't do

is play ball. And this non-

college bullshit you're telling

me, I got two words for that:

"Learn to fuckin type." Cause if

you're expecting me to help out

with the rent, you're in for a big

fuckin surprise.

 

MR. ORANGE

He's convinced me. Give me my

dollar back.

 

Everybody laughs. Joe's comes back to the table.

 

JOE

Okay ramblers, let's get to

rambling. Wait a minute, who

didn't throw in?

 

MR. ORANGE

Mr. White.

 

JOE

(to Mr. Orange)

Mr. White?

(to Mr. White)

Why?

 

MR. ORANGE

He don't tip.

 

JOE

(to Mr. Orange)

He don't tip?

(to Mr. White)

You don't tip? Why?

 

MR. ORANGE

He don't believe in it.

 

JOE

(to Mr. Orange)

He don't believe in it?

(to Mr. White)

You don't believe in it?

 

MR. ORANGE

Nope.

 

JOE

(to Mr. Orange)

Shut up!

(to Mr. White)

Cough up the buck, ya cheap

bastard, I paid for your goddamn

breakfast.

 

MR. WHITE

Because you paid for the

breakfast, I'm gonna tip.

Normally I wouldn't.

 

JOE

Whatever. Just throw in your

dollar, and let's move.

(to Mr. Blonde)

See what I'm dealing with here.

Infants. I'm fuckin dealin with

infants.

 

The eight men get up to leave. Mr. White's waist is in

the F.G. As he buttons his coat, for a second we see he's

carrying a gun. They exit Uncle Bob's Pancake House,

talking amongst themselves.

 

 

2 EXT. UNCLE BOB'S PANCAKE HOUSE - DAY

 

CREDIT SEQUENCE:

 

When the credit sequence is finished, we FADE TO BLACK:

 

Over the BLACK we hear the sound of SOMEONE SCREAMING in

agony.

 

Under the screaming, we hear the sound of a car HAULING

ASS, through traffic.

 

Over the screams and the traffic noise, we hear SOMEBODY

ELSE SAY:

 

SOMEBODY ELSE (OS)

Just hold on buddy boy.

 

Somebody stops screaming long enough to say:

 

SOMEBODY (OS)

I'm sorry. I can't believe

she killed me. Who would've

fuckin thought that?

 

CUT TO:

 

3 INT. GETAWAY GAR (MOVING) - DAY

 

The Somebody screaming is Mr. Orange. He lies in the

backseat. He's been SHOT in the stomach. BLOOD covers

both him and the backseat.

 

Mr. White is the Somebody Else. He's behind the wheel of

the getaway car. He's easily doing 80 mph, dodging in and

out of traffic. Though he's driving for his life, he

keeps talking to his wounded passenger in the backseat.

 

They are the only two in the car.

 

MR. WHITE

Hey, just cancel that shit right

now! You're hurt. You're hurt

really fucking bad, but you ain't

dying.

 

MR. ORANGE

(crying)

All this blood is scaring the shit

outta me. I'm gonna die, I know

it.

 

MR. WHITE

Oh excuse me, I didn't realize you

had a degree in medicine. Are you

a doctor? Are you a doctor?

Answer me please, are you a

doctor?

 

MR. ORANGE

No, I'm not!

 

MR. WRITE

Ahhhh, so you admit you don't know

what you're talking about. So if

you're through giving me your

amateur opinion, lie back and

listen to the news. I'm taking

you back to the rendezvous, Joe's

gonna get you a doctor, the

doctor's gonna fix you up, and

you're gonna be okay. Now say it:

you're gonna be okay. Say it:

you're gonna be okay!

 

Mr. Orange doesn't respond. Mr. White starts pounding on

the steering wheel.

 

MR. WHITE

Say-the-goddamn-words: you're

gonna be okay!

 

MR. ORANGE

I'm okay.

 

MR. WHITE

(softly)

Correct.

 

4 INT. WAREHOUSE - DAY

 

The CAMERA does a 360 around an empty warehouse. Then the

door swings open, and Mr. White carries the bloody body of

Mr. Orange inside.

 

Mr. Orange still is MOANING loudly from his bullet hit.

 

Mr. White lays him down upon a mattress on the floor.

 

MR. WHITE

Just hold on buddy boy. Hold on,

and wait for Joe. I can't do

anything for you, but when Joe

gets here, which should be anytime

now, he'll be able to help you.

We're just gonna sit here, and

wait for Joe. Who are

we waiting for?

 

MR. ORANGE

Joe.

 

MR. WHITE

Bet your sweet ass we are.

 

Mr. White gets up from over Mr. Orange and starts to prowl

around the warehouse.

 

MR. ORANGE

(yelling)

Don't leave me!

 

Mr White bends back over him and takes his hand.

 

MR. WHITE

I ain't going anywhere. I'm right

here. I'm not gonna leave ya.

 

MR. ORANGE

Larry, I'm so scared, would you

please hold me.

 

Mr. White very gently embraces the bloody Mr. Orange.

Cradling the young man, Mr. White whispers to him.

 

MR. WHITE

(whispering)

Go ahead and be scared, you've

been brave enough for one day. I

want you to just relax now.

You're not gonna die, you're gonna

be fine. When Joe gets here,

he'll make ya a hundred percent

again.

 

Mr. White lays Mr. Orange back down on the mattress. He's

still holding his hand. Mr. Orange looks up at his

friend.

 

MR. ORANGE

Look, I don't wanna be a fly in

the ointment, but if help doesn't

come soon, I gotta see a doctor.

I don't give a fuck about jail, I

just don't wanna die.

 

MR. WHITE

You're not gonna fucking die, all

right?

 

MR. ORANGE

I wasn't born yesterday. I'm

hurt, and I'm hurt bad.

 

MR. WHITE

It's not good...

 

MR. ORANGE

Hey, bless your heart for what

you're trying to do. I was

panicking for a moment, but I've

got my senses back now. The

situation is, I'm shot in the

belly. And without medical

attention, I'm gonna die.

 

MR. WHITE

I can' take you to a hospital.

 

MR. ORANGE

Fuck jail! I don't give a shit

about jail. But I can't die. You

don't have to take me in. Just

drive me up to the front, drop me

on the sidewalk. I'll take care

of myself. I won't tell them

anything. I swear to fucking god,

I won't tell 'em anything. Look

in my eyes, look right in my eyes.

(Mr. White does)

I-won't-tell-them-anything.

You'll be safe.

 

MR. WHITE

Lie back down, and try to--

 

MR. ORANGE

I'm going to die! I need a

doctor! I'm begging you,

take me to a doctor.

 

Mr. Orange lays his head back on the mattress. Spent from

his outburst, he quietly mutters to himself:

 

MR. ORANGE

Take me to a doctor, take me to a

doctor, please.

 

Suddenly, the warehouse door BURSTS open and Mr.

Pink steps inside.

 

MR. PINK

Was that a fucking set-up or what?

 

Mr. Pink sees Mr. Orange on the floor, shot and bloody.

 

MR. PINK

Oh fuck, Orange got tagged.

 

Throughout this scene, we hear Mr. Orange moaning.

 

MR. WHITE

Gun shot.

 

MR. PINK

Oh that's just fucking great!

Where's Brown?

 

MR. WHITE

Dead.

 

MR. PINK

Goddamn, goddamn! How did he die?

 

MR. WHITE

How the fuck do you think? The

cops shot him.

 

MR. PINK

Oh this is bad, this is so bad.

(referring to Mr.

Orange)

Is it bad?

 

MR. WHITE

As opposed to good?

 

MR. PINK

This is so fucked up. Somebody

fucked us big time.

 

MR. WHITE

You really think we were set up?

 

MR. PINK

You even doubt it? I don't think

we got set up, I know we got set

up! I mean really, seriously,

where did all those cops come

from, huh? One minute they're not

there, the next minute

they're there. I didn't hear any

sirens. The alarm went off, okay.

Okay, when an alarm goes off, you

got an average of four minutes

response time. Unless a patrol

car is cruising that street, at

that particular moment, you got

four minutes before they can

realistically respond. In one

minute there were seventeen blue

boys out there. All loaded for

bear, all knowing exactly what the

fuck they were doing, and they

were all just there! Remember

that second wave that showed up in

the cars? Those were the ones

responding to the alarm. but

those other motherfuckers were

already there, they were waiting

for us.

(pause)

You haven't thought about this?

 

MR. WHITE

I haven't had a chance to think.

First I was just trying to get the

fuck outta there. And after we

got away, I've just been dealin

with him.

 

MR. PINK

Well, you better start thinking

about it. Cause I, sure as fuck,

am thinking about it. In fact,

that's all I'm thinking about. I

came this close to just driving

off. Whoever set us up, knows

about this place. There could've

been cops sitting here waiting for

me. For all we know, there's

cops, driving fast, on their way

here now.

 

MR. WHITE

Let's go in the other room...

 

The camera creeps along a wall, coming to a corner. We

move past it, and see down a hall.

 

5 INT. BATHROOM HALLWAY - DAY

 

At the end of the hall is a bathroom. The bathroom door

is partially closed, restricting our view. Mr. Pink is

obscured, but Mr. White is in view.

 

MR. PINK (OS)

What the fuck am I doing here? I

felt funny about this job right

off. As soon as I felt it I

should said "No thank you", and

walked. But I never fucking

listen. Every time I ever got

burned buying weed, I always knew

the guy wasn't right. I just felt

it. But I wanted to believe him.

If he's not lyin to me, and it

really is Thai stick, then whoa

baby. But it's never Thai stick.

and I always said if I felt that

way about a job, I'd walk. And I

did, and I didn't, because of

fuckin money!

 

MR. WHITE

What's done is done, I need you

cool. Are you cool?

 

MR. PINK

I'm cool.

 

MR. WHITE

Splash some water on your face.

Take a breather.

 

We hear the sink running, and Mr. Pink splashing water on

his face.

 

MR. WHITE

I'm gonna get me my smokes.

 

Mr White opens the bathroom door, walks down the hall, and

OUT OF FRAME. We see Mr. Pink, his back turned towards

us, bent over the sink. Then he grabs a towels, and dries

his face. Mr White ENTERS FRAME with a pack of

Chesterfields in his hand.

 

MR. WHITE

Want a smoke?

 

MR. PINK

Why not?

 

The two men light up.

 

MR. WHITE

Okay, let's go through what

happened. We're in the place,

everything's going fine. Then the

alarm gets tripped. I turn around

and all these cops are outside.

You're right, it was like, bam! I

blink my eyes are they're there.

Everybody starts going apeshit.

Then Mr. Blonde starts shootin all

the--

 

MR. PINK

--That's not correct.

 

MR. WHITE

What's wrong with it?

 

MR. PINK

The cops didn't show up after the

alarm went off. They didn't show

till after Mr. Blonde started

shooting everyone.

 

MR. WHITE

As soon as I heard the alarm, I

saw the cops.

 

MR. PINK

I'm telling ya, it wasn't that

soon. They didn't let their

presence be known until after Mr.

Blonde went off. I'm not sayin

they weren't there, I'm sayin they

were there. But they didn't move

in till Mr. Blonde became a

madman. That's how I know we were

set up. You can see that,

can't you, Mr. White?

 

MR. WHITE

Look, enough of this "Mr White"

shit--

 

MR. PINK

--Don't tell me your name, I don't

want to know! I sure as hell

ain't gonna tell ya

mine.

 

MR. WHITE

You're right, this is bad.

(pause)

How did you get out?

 

MR. PINK

Shot my way out. Everybody was

shooting, so I just blasted my way

outta there.

 

CUT TO:

 

 

6 EXT. CROWDED CITY STREET - DAY

 

Mr. Pink is hauling ass down a busy city sidewalk. He has

a canvas bag with a shoulder strap in one hand, and a .357

MAGNUM in the other. If any BYSTANDERS get in his way, he

just knocks them down. We DOLLY at the same speed, right

along side of him.

 

FOUR POLICEMEN are running after Mr. Pink. We DOLLY with

them.

 

We DOLLY with a young woman on roller skates. ROLLERGIRL

is plugged into a walkman. We hear the song she's

listening to LOUD over the SOUNDTRACK. She's twirling and

skating backwards to the beat of the song.

 

Rollergirl turns a corner and COLLIDES with Mr. Pink. The

man and woman CRASH to the ground.

 

Mr. Pink rolls into the street, in front of a moving car

that SCREECHES to a stop, narrowly avoiding running over

him.

 

 

7 INT. CAR (STOPPED) - DAY

 

The CAMERA is in the backseat. A SHOCKED WOMAN is the

car's driver. Mr. Pink pulls himself up from the hood,

shakes it off, and points his magnum at the driver.

 

MR. PINK

Get outta the car! Get the fuck

outta the car!

 

The Shocked Woman starts screaming.

 

Mr. Pink tries to open the driver's side door, but it's

locked.

 

MR. PINK

Open the fucking door!

 

EXTREME C.U. DRIVER'S SIDE WINDOW

 

Mr. Pink SMASHES it in our face.

 

 

8 EXT. STREET - DAY

 

DOLLY with Cops coming up fast.

 

Mr. Pink DRAGS the Shocked Woman out of the car.

 

The Cops reach the corner, guns aimed.

 

Using the car as a shield, Mr. Pink FIRES three shots at

the Cops.

 

Everybody HITS the ground, or scatters.

 

Mr. Pink HOPS in the car.

 

Cops FIRE.

 

 

9 INT. CAR (MOVING) - DAY

 

CAMERA in the backseat, Mr. Pink FLOORS it. SPEEDING down

the street, with the Cops FIRING after him.

 

BACK TO:

 

 

10 INT. BATHROOM - DAY

 

Mr. Pink and Mr. White still talking in the bathroom.

 

MR. PINK

Tagged a couple of cops. Did you

kill anybody?

 

MR. WHITE

A few cops.

 

MR. PINK

No real people?

 

MR. WHITE

Uh-uh, just cops.

 

MR. PINK

Could you believe Mr. Blonde?

 

MR. WHITE

That was one of the most insane

fucking things I've ever seen.

Why the fuck would Joe hire

somebody like that?

 

MR. PINK

I don't wanna kill anybody. But

if I gotta get out that door, and

you're standing in my way, one way

of the other, you're gettin outta

my way.

 

MR. WHITE

That's the way I look at it. A

choice between doin ten years, and

takin out some stupid

motherfucker, ain't no choice at

all. But I ain't no madman

either. What the fuck was Joe

thinkin? You can't work with a

guy like that. That mother-

fucker's unstable. What do you

think? Do you think he panicked,

or ya think he's just trigger-

happy?

 

MR. PINK

I think he's a sick fuckin maniac!

We're awful goddamn lucky he

didn't tag us, when

he shot up the place. I came this

fucking close--

(hold up two fingers

and makes a tiny

space between them)

--to taking his ass out myself.

Everybody panics. When things get

tense, everybody panics.

Everybody. I don't care what your

name is, you can't help it. It's

human nature. But ya panic on the

inside.

Ya panic in your head. Ya give

yourself a couple a seconds of

panic, then you get a grip and

deal with the situation. What you

don't do, is shoot up the place

and kill everybody.

 

MR. WHITE

What you're supposed to do is act

like a fuckin professional. A

psychopath is not a professional.

You can't work with a psychopath,

'cause ya don't know what those

sick assholes are gonna do next.

I mean, Jesus Christ, how old do

you think that black girl was?

Twenty, maybe twenty-one?

 

MR. PINK

Did ya see what happened to

anybody else?

 

MR. WHITE

Me and Mr. Orange jumped in the

car and Mr. Brown floored it.

After that, I don't know what went

down.

 

MR. PINK

At that point it became every man

for himself. As far as Mr. Blonde

or Mr. Blue are concerned, I ain't

got the foggiest. Once

I got out, I never looked back.

 

MR. WHITE

What do you think?

 

MR. PINK

What do I think? I think the cops

caught them, or killed 'em.

 

MR. WHITE

Not even a chance they punched

through? You found a hole.

 

MR. PINK

Yeah, and that was a fucking

miracle. But if they did get

away, where the fuck are they?

 

MR. WHITE

You don't think it's possible, one

of them got ahold of the diamonds

and pulled a--

 

MR. PINK

Nope.

 

MR. WHITE

How can you be so sure?

 

MR. PINK

I got the diamonds.

 

MR. WHITE

Where?

 

MR. PINK

I got 'em, all right?

 

MR. WHITE

Where? Are they out in the car?

 

MR. PINK

No, they're not in the car. No, I

don't have them on me. Ya wanna

go with me and get 'em? Yes, we

can go right now. But first

listen to what I'm telling you.

We were fuckin set up! Somebody

is in league with the cops. We

got a Judas in our midst. And I'm

thinkin we should have our fuckin

heads examined for waiting around

here.

 

MR. WHITE

That was the plan, we meet here.

 

MR. PINK

Then where is everybody? I say

the plan became null and void once

we found out we got a rat in the

house. We ain't got the slightest

fuckin idea what happened to Mr.

Blonde or Mr. Blue. They could

both be dead

or arrested. They could be

sweatin 'em, down at the station

house right now. Yeah they don't

know the names, but they can sing

about this place.

I mean, that could be happening

right now. As we speak, the cops

could be in their cars, drivin

here this minute.

 

MR. WHITE

I swear to god I'm fuckin jinxed.

 

MR. PINK

What?

 

MR. WHITE

Two jobs back, it was a four man

job, we discovered one of the team

was an undercover cop.

 

MR. PINK

No shit?

 

MR. WHITE

Thank god, we discovered in time.

We hadda forget the whole fuckin

thing. Just walked away from it.

 

MR. PINK

So who's the rat this time? Mr.

Blue? Mr. Blonde? Joe? It's

Joe's show, he set this whole

thing up. Maybe he set it up to

set it up.

 

MR. WHITE

I don't buy it. Me and Joe go

back a long time. I can tell ya

straight up, Joe definitely didn't

have anything to do with this

bullshit.

 

MR. PINK

Oh, you and Joe go back a long

time. I known Joe since I was a

kid. But me saying Joe definitely

couldn't have done it is

ridiculous. I can say I

definitely didn't do it, cause I

know what I did or didn't do. But

I can't definitely say that about

anybody else, 'cause I don't

definitely know. For all I know,

you're the rat.

 

MR. WHITE

For all I know, you're the rat.

 

MR. PINK

Now you're using your head. For

all we know, he's the rat.

 

Mr. Pink points OFFSCREEN to Mr. Orange. Mr. White's

expression changes.

 

MR. WHITE

Jesus Christ!

 

 

11 INT. WAREHOUSE - DAY

 

They run over to Mr. Orange, who's unconscious. The

CAMERA hovers over the action. Mr. Pink reaches him

first.

 

MR. PINK

Is he dead?

 

Mr. White pushes him out of the way. He feels the pulse

on Mr. Orange's neck.

 

MR. PINK

So, is he dead or what?

 

MR. WHITE

He ain't dead.

 

MR. PINK

So what is it?

 

MR. WHITE

I think he's just passed out.

 

MR. PINK

He scared the fuckin shit outta

me. I thought he was dead fer

sure.

 

Mr. White stands up and walks over to a table.

 

MR. WHITE

He will be dead fer sure, if we

don't get him to a hospital.

 

MR. PINK

We can't take him to a hospital.

 

MR. WHITE

Without medical attention, this

man won't live through the night.

That bullet in his belly is my

fault. Now while that might not

mean jack shit to you, it means a

helluva lot to me. And I'm not

gonna just sit around and watch

him die.

 

MR. PINK

Well, first things first, staying

here's goofy. We gotta book up.

 

MR. WHITE

So what do you suggest, we go to a

hotel? We got a guy who's shot in

the belly, he can't walk, he

bleeds like a stuck pig, and when

he's awake, he screams in pain.

 

MR. PINK

You gotta idea, spit it out.

 

MR. WHITE

Joe could help him. If we can get

in touch with Joe, Joe could get

him to a doctor, Joe could get a

doctor to come and see him.

 

During Mr. Pink's dialog, we slowly ZOOM in to a

C.U. of Mr. White.

 

MR. PINK (OS)

Assuming we can trust Joe, how we

gonna get in touch with him? He's

supposed to be here, but he ain't,

which is making me nervous about

being here. Even if Joe is

on the up and up, he's probably

not gonna be that happy with us.

Joe planned a robbery, but he's

got a blood bath on his hands now.

Dead cops, dead robbers, dead

civilians...Jesus Christ! I tend

to doubt he's gonna have a lot of

sympathy for our plight. If I was

him, I'd try and put as much

distance between me and this mess

an humanly possible.

 

MR. WHITE

Before you got here, Mr. Orange

was askin me to take him to a

hospital. Now I don't like

turning him over to the cops, but

if we don't, he's dead. He begged

me to do it. I told him to hold

off till Joe got here.

 

MR. PINK (OS)

Well Joe ain't gettin here. We're

on our own. Now, I don't know a

goddamn body who can help him, so

if you know somebody, call 'em.

 

MR. WHITE

I don't know anybody.

 

MR. PINK (OS)

Well, I guess we drop him off at

the hospital. Since he don't know

nothin about us, I say it's his

decision.

 

 

MR. WHITE'S POV:

 

C.U. OF MR. PINK.

 

MR. WHITE (OS)

Well, he knows a little about me.

 

MR. PINK

You didn't tell him your name, did

ya?

 

MR. WHITE (OS)

I told him my first name, and

where I'm from.

 

There is a long silence and a blank look from Mr. Pink,

then he SCREAMS:

 

MR. PINK

Why!

 

MR. WHITE (OS)

I told him where I was from a few

days ago. It was just a casual

conversation.

 

MR. PINK

And what was tellin him your name

when you weren't supposed to?

 

MR. WHITE (OS)

He asked.

 

Mr. Pink looks at Mr. White like he's retarded.

 

MR. WHITE (OS)

We had just gotten away from the

cops. He just got shot. It was

my fuckin fault he got shot. He's

a fuckin bloody mess - he's

screaming. I swear to god, I

thought we was gonna die right

then and there. I'm tryin to

comfort him, telling him not to

worry, he's gonna be okay, I'm

gonna take care of him. And he

asked me what my name was. I

mean, the man was dyin in my arms.

What the fuck was I supposed to

tell him, "Sorry, I can't give out

that information, it's against the

rules. I don't trust you

enough."? Maybe I shoulda, but I

couldn't.

 

MR. PINK

Oh, I don't doubt is was quite

beautiful--

 

MR. WHITE (OS)

Don't fuckin patronize me.

 

MR. PINK

One question: Do they have a sheet

on you, where you told him you're

from?

 

MR. WHITE (OS)

Of course.

 

MR. PINK

Well that's that, then. I mean, I

was worried about mug shot

possibilities already. But now he

knows: (a) what you look like, (b)

what your first name is,

(i) where you're from and (d) what

your specialty is.

They ain't gonna hafta show him a

helluva lot of pictures for him to

pick you out. That's it right,

you didn't tell him anything else

that could narrow down the

selection?

 

MR. WHITE (OS)

If I have to tell you again to

back off, me an you are gonna go

round and round.

 

Mr. Pink walks out of the C.U. and turns his back on Mr.

White. Mr. White's POV PANS over to him.

 

MR. PINK

We ain't taking him to a hospital.

 

MR. WHITE (OS)

If we don't, he'll die.

 

MR. PINK

And I'm very sad about that. But

some fellas are lucky, and some

ain't.

 

MR. WHITE (OS)

That fuckin did it!

 

Mr. White's POV CHARGES toward Mr. Pink.

 

Mr. Pink turns toward him in time to get PUNCHED hard in

the mouth.

 

END OF POV

 

Mr. White and Mr. Pink have a very ungraceful and

realistic fight. They go at each other like a couple of

alley cats.

 

As Mr. White SWINGS and PUNCHES, he SCREAMS:

 

MR. WHITE

 

You little motherfucker!

 

Mr. Pink YELLS as he HITS:

 

MR. PINK

Ya wanna fuck with me?! You wanna

fuck with me?! I'll show you who

you're fuckin with!

 

The two men end up on the floor KICKING and SCRATCHING.

 

Mr. White gets Mr. Pink in a HEADLOCK.

 

Mr. Pink reaches in his jacket for his gun, and pulls it

out.

 

Mr. White sees this, immediately lets go of Mr. Pink,

and goes for his own weapon.

 

The two men are on the floor, on their knees, with their

guns outstretched, aiming at one another.

 

MR. WHITE

You wanna shoot me, you little

piece of shit? Take a shot!

 

MR. PINK

Fuck you, White! I didn't create

this situation, I'm just dealin

with it. You're acting like a

first-year fuckin thief. I'm

actin like a professional. They

get him, they can get you, they

get you, they get closer to me,

and that can't happen. And you,

you motherfucker, are looking at

me like it's my fault. I didn't

tell him my name. I didn't tell

him where I was from. I didn't

tell him what I knew better than

to tell him. Fuck, fifteen

minutes ago, you almost told me

your name. You, buddy, are stuck

in a situation you created. So if

you wanna throw bad looks

somewhere, throw 'em at a mirror.

 

Mr. Pink lowers his gun and walks towards White.

 

MR. PINK

So if you wanna shoot somebody,

put that gun in your mouth and

shoot yourself.

 

Then from OFF SCREEN we hear:

 

VOICE (OS)

You kids don't play so rough.

Somebody's gonna start crying.

 

 

12 INT. WAREHOUSE - DAY - MEDIUM C.U. ON MR. BLONDE

 

The Voice belongs to the infamous Mr. Blonde.

 

Mr. Blonde sits on a counter, drinking a fast food coke

and eating a hot dog.

 

MR. PINK

Mr. Blonde! You okay? We thought

you might've gotten caught. What

happened?

 

Mr. Blonde doesn't answer, he just hops off the counter

and starts walking around the warehouse, checking the

place out.

 

He doesn't look at either Mr. Pink or Mr. White, he

just eats his hot dog and sips his coke.

 

This is making Pink and White nervous as hell. But Mr.

Pink tries to talk through it.

 

We HANDHOLD follow Mr. Blonde around the warehouse.

 

MR. PINK

Really, how did you get away?

 

Mr. Blonde walks the loft. Silent.

 

MR. PINK

You saw what happened to me,

I found a hole and booked.

 

Silence.

 

MR. PINK

Where's Mr. Blue?

 

Blonde looks in the bathroom.

 

MR. PINK

We were hopin you two would be

together.

 

Blonde looks out the window.

 

MR. PINK

That was the big question we had,

what happened to Mr.

Blue and you?

 

Blonde walks away from the window.

 

MR. PINK

We were worried the cops got ya.

 

Blonde bends down over Mr. Orange.

 

MR. PINK

He got it in the belly. He's

still alive, but won't be for

long.

 

MR. WHITE

Enough! You better start talkin

to us, asshole, cause we got shit

we need to talk about. We're

already freaked out, we need you

actin freaky like we need a fuckin

bag on our hip.

 

Mr. Blonde looks at his two partners in crime, then moves

towards them.

 

MR. BLONDE

So, talk.

 

MR. WHITE

We think we got a rat in the

house.

 

MR. PINK

I guarantee we got a rat in the

house.

 

MR. BLONDE

What would ever make you think

that?

 

MR. WHITE

Is that supposed to be funny?

 

MR. PINK

We don't think this place is safe.

 

MR. WHITE

This place just ain't secure

anymore. We're leaving, and you

should go with us.

 

MR. BLONDE

Nobody's going anywhere.

 

Silence takes over the room. Mr. Blonde stops moving.

 

After a few beats the silence is broken.

 

MR. WHITE

(to Mr. Pink)

Piss on this turd, we're outta

here.

 

Mr. White turns to leave.

 

MR. BLONDE

Don't take another step, Mr.

White.

 

Mr. White explodes, raising his gun and charging towards

Mr. Blonde.

 

MR. WHITE

Fuck you, maniac! It's your

fuckin fault we're in so much

trouble.

 

Mr. Blonde calmly sits down. He looks to Mr. Pink.

 

MR. BLONDE

(referring to Mr.

White)

What's this guy's problem?

 

MR. WHITE

What's my problem? Yeah, I gotta

problem. I gotta big problem with

any trigger-happy madman who

almost gets me shot!

 

MR. BLONDE

What're you talkin about?

 

MR. WHITE

That fuckin shooting spree in the

store.

 

MR. BLONDE

Fuck 'em, they set off the alarm,

they deserve what they got.

 

MR. WHITE

You almost killed me, asshole! If

I had any idea what type of guy

you were, I never would've agreed

to work with you.

 

MR. BLONDE

You gonna back all day, little

doggie, or are you gonna bite?

 

MR. WHITE

What was that? I'm sorry, I

didn't catch it. Would you repeat

it?

 

MR. BLONDE

(slowly)

I said: "Are you gonna bark all

day, dog, or are you gonna bite."

 

MR. PINK

Both of you two assholes knock it

the fuck off and calm down!

 

MR. WHITE

(to Mr. Blonde)

So you wanna git bit, huh?

 

MR. PINK

Cut the bullshit, we ain't on a

fuckin playground!

(pause)

I don't believe this shit, both of

you got ten years on me, and I'm

the only one actin like a

professional. You guys act like a

bunch of fuckin niggers. You ever

work a job with a bunch of

niggers? They're just like you

two, always fightin, always sayin

they're gonna kill one another.

 

MR. WHITE

(to Mr. Pink)

You said yourself, you

thought about takin him out.

 

MR. PINK

Then. That time has passed.

Right now, Mr. Blonde is the only

one I completely trust. He's too

fuckin homicidal to be workin with

the cops.

 

MR. WHITE

You takin his side?

 

MR. PINK

Fuck sides! What we need is a

little solidarity here.

Somebody's stickin a red hot poker

up our asses and we gotta find out

whose hand's on the handle. Now I

know I'm no piece of shit...

(referring to Mr.

White)

And I'm pretty sure you're a good

boy...

(referring to Mr.

Blonde)

And I'm fuckin positive you're on

the level. So let's figure out

who's the bad guy.

 

Mr. White calms down and puts his gun away.

 

Mr. Blonde returns to the persona we saw at the beginning,

talking about Madonna.

 

MR. BLONDE

Well, that was sure exciting.

(to Mr. White)

You're a big Lee Marvin fan,

aren't you? Me too. I don't know

about the rest of you fellas, but

my heart's

beatin fast.

(pause for a beat)

Okay you guys, follow me.

 

Mr. Blonde hops out of his chair and heads for the door.

 

The other two men just follow him with their eyes.

 

MR. WHITE

Follow you where?

 

MR. BLONDE

Down to my car.

 

MR. WHITE

Why?

 

MR. BLONDE

It's a surprise.

 

Mr. Blonde walks out.

 

 

13 EXT. WAREHOUSE - DAY

 

Three cars are parked out front. Mr. Blonde is walking

towards the car he drove. Mr. White and Mr. Pink are

walking behind. The Camera is HANDHELD following behind

them.

 

MR. PINK

We still gotta get out of here.

 

MR. BLONDE

We're gonna sit here and wait.

 

MR. WHITE

For what, the cops?

 

MR. BLONDE

Nice Guy Eddie.

 

MR. PINK

Nice Guy Eddie? What makes you

think Nice Guy's anywhere but on a

plane half way to Costa Rica?

 

MR. BLONDE

Cause I just talked to him. He's

on his way down here, and nobody's

going anywhere till be gets here.

 

MR. WHITE

You talked to Nice Guy Eddie? Why

the fuck didn't you say that in

the first place?

 

MR. BLONDE

You didn't ask.

 

MR. WHITE

Hardy-fuckin-har. What did he

say?

 

MR. BLONDE

Stay put. Okay, fellas, take a

look at the little surprise I

brought you.

 

Mr. Blonde opens up the truck of his car. A handcuffed,

uniformed POLICEMAN is curled up inside the trunk.

 

MR. BLONDE

So while we're waitin for Nice Guy

Eddie, what say we have a little

fun finding out who the rat is.

 

 

INSERT: TITLE CARD "MR. BLONDE".

 

 

14 INT. JOE CABOT'S OFFICE - DAY

 

We're inside the office of Joe Cabot. Joe's on the phone,

sitting behind his desk.

 

JOE

(into phone)

Sid, I'm tellin you don't worry

about it. You had a bad couple of

months, it happens.

(pause)

Sid, Sid, Sid...Stop, you're

embarrassing me. I don't need to

be told what I already know. When

you have bad months, you do what

every business man in the

worlds does, I don't care if he's

Donald Trump or Irving the tailor.

Ya ride it out.

 

There's a KNOCK on Cabot's office door.

 

JOE

Come in.

 

One of Cabot's goons, TEDDY, opens the door and steps

inside. Cabot covers the receiver with his hand and looks

towards the man.

 

TEDDY

Vic Vega's outside.

 

JOE

Tell him to come in.

 

Teddy leaves.

 

JOE

(into phone)

Sid, a friend of mine's here. I

gotta go.

(pause)

Good enough, bye.

 

He hangs up the phone, stands, and walks around to the

front of the desk.

 

Teddy opens the office door, and TOOTHPICK VIC VEGA walks

in.

 

Toothpick Vic Vega is none other than our very own Mr.

Blonde. Vic is dressed in a long black leather seventies

style jacket.

 

Joe stands in front of his desk with his arms open.

 

The two men embrace each other. Teddy leaves, closing the

door behind him.

 

JOE

How's freedom kid, pretty fuckin

good, ain't it?

 

VIC

It's a change.

 

JOE

Ain't that a sad truth. Remy

Martin?

 

VIC

Sure.

 

JOE

Take a seat.

 

Joe goes over to his liquor cabinet. Vic sits in a chair

set in front of Joe's desk.

 

JOE

(while he pours the

drink)

Who's your parole officer?

 

VIC

A guy named Koons. Craig Koons.

 

JOE

How is he?

 

VIC

Fuckin asshole, won't let me leave

the halfway house.

 

JOE

Never ceases to amaze me. Fuckin

jungle bunny goes out there, slits

some old woman's throat for

twenty-five cents. Fuckin nigger

gets Doris Day as a parole

officer. But a good fella like

you gets stuck with a ball-bustin

prick.

 

Joe walks back around his desk and sits in his chair.

 

Vic swallows some Remy.

 

VIC

I just want you to know, Joe, how

much I appreciate your care

packages on the inside.

 

JOE

What the hell did you expect me to

do? Just forget about you?

 

VIC

I just wanted you to know, they

meant a lot.

 

JOE

It's the least I could do Vic. I

wish I coulda done more.

(Joe flashes a side

grin at Vic)

Vic. Toothpick Vic. Tell me a

story? What're your plans?

 

VIC

Well, what I wanna do is go back

to work. But I got this Koons

prick deep up my ass. He won't

let me leave the halfway house

till I get some piece of shit job.

My plans have always been to be

part of the team again.

 

There's a KNOCK at the door.

 

JOE

Come in.

 

The door opens and in walks Joe's son, Nice Guy Eddie.

Vic turns around in his seat and sees him.

 

EDDIE

(to Vic)

I see ya sittin here, but I don't

believe it.

 

Vic gets out of his seat and hugs Eddie.

 

EDDIE

How ya doin, Toothpick?

 

VIC

Fine, now.

 

EDDIE

I'm sorry man, I shoulda picked

you up personally at the pen.

This whole week's just been crazy.

I've had my head up my ass the

entire time.

 

VIC

Funny you should mention it.

That's what your father and I been

talkin about.

 

EDDIE

That I should've picked you up?

 

VIC

No. That your head's been up your

ass. I walk through the door and

Joe says "Vic, you're back, thank

god. Finally somebody who knows

what the fuck he's doing. Vic,

Vic, Vic, Eddie, my son, is a fuck

up." And I say "Well, Joe, I

coulda told you that." "I'm

ruined! He's ruining me! My son,

I love him, but he's taking my

business and flushing it down the

fuckin toilet!"

(to Joe)

I'm not tellin tales out of

school. You tell 'im Joe.

Tell 'im yourself.

 

JOE

Eddie, I hate like hell for you to

hear it this way. But when Vic

asked me how's business, well, you

don't lie to a man who's just done

four years in the slammer for ya.

 

Eddie bobs his head up and down.

 

EDDIE

Oh really, is that a fact?

 

Eddie JUMPS Vic and they fall to the floor.

 

The two friends, laughing and cussing at each other,

wrestle on the floor of Joe's office.

 

Joe's on his feet yelling at them.

 

JOE

(yelling)

Okay, okay, enough, enough!

Playtime's over! You wanna roll

around on the floor, do it in

Eddie's office, not mine!

 

The two men break it up. They are completely disheveled,

hair a mess, shirttails out. As they get themselves

together, they continue to taunt one another.

 

EDDIE

Daddy, did ya see that?

 

JOE

What?

 

EDDIE

Guy got me on the ground, tried to

fuck me.

 

VIC

You fuckin wish.

 

EDDIE

You tried to fuck me in my

father's office, you sick bastard.

Look, Vic, whatever you wanna do

in the privacy of your own home,

go do it. But don't try to fuck

me. I don't think of you that

way. I mean, I like you a lot--

 

VIC

Eddie, if I was a pirate, I

wouldn't throw you to the crew.

 

EDDIE

No, you'd keep me for yourself.

Four years fuckin punks in the ass

made you appreciate prime rib when

you get it.

 

VIC

I might break you, Nice Guy, but

I'd make you my dog's bitch.

You'd be suckin the dick and going

down on a mangy T-bone hound.

 

EDDIE

Now ain't that a sad sight, daddy,

walks into jail a white man, walks

out talkin like a nigger. It's

all that black semen been shootin

up his butt. It's backed up into

his brain and comes out of his

mouth.

 

JOE

Are you two finished? We were

talkin about some serious shit

when you came in Eddie. We got a

big problem we're tryin to solve.

Now Eddie, would you like to sit

down and help us solve it, or do

you two wanna piss fart around?

 

Playtime is over and Vic and Eddie know it. So they both

take seats in front of Joe's desk.

 

JOE

Now Vic was tellin me, he's got a

parole problem.

 

EDDIE

Really? Who's your P.O.?

 

VIC

Craig Koons.

 

EDDIE

Koons? Oh shit, I hear he's a

motherfucker.

 

VIC

He is a motherfucker. He won't

let me leave the halfway house

till I get some piece of shit job.

 

EDDIE

You're coming back to work for us,

right?

 

VIC

I wanna. But I gotta show this

asshole I got an honest-to-

goodness job before he'll let me

move out on my own. I can't work

for you guys and be worried about

gettin back before ten o'clock

curfew.

 

JOE

(to Eddie)

We can work this out, can't we?

 

EDDIE

This isn't all that bad. We can

give you a lot of legitimate jobs.

Put you on the rotation at Long

Beach as a dock worker.

 

VIC

I don't wanna lift crates.

 

EDDIE

You don't hafta lift shit. You

don't really work there. But as

far as the records are concerned,

you do. I call up Matthews, the

foreman, tell him he's got a new

guy. You're on the schedule. You

got a timecard, it's clocked in

and out for you everyday, and you

get a pay check at the end of the

week. And ya know dock workers

don't do too bad. So you can move

into a halfway decent place

without Koons thinkin "what the

fuck." And if Koons ever wants to

make a surprise visit, you're gone

that day. That day we sent you to

Tustin. We gotta bunch of shit

you needed to unload there.

You're at the Taft airstrip pickin

up a bunch of shit and bringing it

back. Part of your jab is goin

different places - and we got

places all over the place.

 

JOE

(to Vic)

Didn't I tell ya not to worry?

(to Eddie)

Vic was worried.

 

EDDIE

Me and you'll drive down to Long

Beach tomorrow. I'll introduce

you to Matthews, tell him what's

going on.

 

VIC

That's great, guy, thanks a bunch.

(pause)

When do you think you'll need me

for real work?

 

JOE

Well, it's kinda a strange time

right now. Things are kinda--

 

EDDIE

--Nuts. We got a big meeting in

Vegas coming up. And we're kinda

just gettin ready for that right

now.

 

JOE

Let Nice Guy set you up at Long

Beach. Give ya some cash, get

that Koons fuck off your back, and

we'll be talking to ya.

 

EDDIE

Daddy, I got an idea. Now just

hear it out. I know you don't

like to use any of the boys on

these jobs, but technically, Vic

ain't one of the boys. He's been

gone for four years. He ain't on

no one's list. Ya know he can

handle himself, ya know you can

trust him.

 

Joe looks at Vic.

 

Vic has no idea what they're talking about.

 

JOE

How would you feel about pullin a

heist with about five other guys?

 

VIC

What's the exposure like?

 

JOE

Two minutes, tops. It's a tough

two minutes. It's a hold up,

daylight, during business hours,

dealing with a crowd. But you

have the fellas to deal with the

crowd. It's a jewelry store.

They're getting a big shipment of

South African diamonds on a

certain day. They're like a way

station. It's gonna get picked up

the next day and sent to Hamburg.

When you walk through the door,

you'll know right where to go for

the rich stones.

The fellas are good, me and Nice

Guy picked em. Nobody knows

anybody else. Nobody's connected.

I don't use connected guys for

this shit.

 

VIC

What's the cut?

 

JOE

Juicy, man, real juicy.

 

Toothpick Vic smiles.

 

So does Nice Guy Eddie.

 

CUT TO:

 

 

15 INT. NICE GUY EDDIE'S CAR (MOVING) - DAY

 

Nice Guy Eddie is driving to the rendezvous talking on his

portable car phone. The sounds of the seventies are

coming out of his car radio in the form of "Love Goes

Where My Rosemary Goes" by Edison Lighthouse.

 

EDDIE

(into phone)

Hey Dov, we got a major situation

here.

(pause)

I know you know that. I gotta

talk with daddy and find out what

he wants done.

 

 

FLASH ON

 

16 INT. WAREHOUSE - DAY

 

The Cop is standing in the warehouse with his hands cuffed

behind his back. Mr. White, Mr. Pink and Mr. Blonde

surround him and proceed to beat the shit out of him.

"Love Grows .." PLAYS over the soundtrack.

 

 

17 BACK TO NICE GUY EDDIE

 

EDDIE

(into phone)

All I know is what Vic told me.

He said the place turned into a

fuckin bullet festival. He took a

cop as hostage, just to get the

fuck out of there.

 

 

FLASH ON

 

18 WAREHOUSE

 

The three men are stomping the cop into the ground.

 

 

19 BACK TO EDDIE

 

EDDIE

(into phone)

Do I sound like I'm jokin? He's

fuckin driving around with the cop

in his trunk.

(pause)

I don't know who did that. I

don't know who has the loot, if

anybody has the loot. Who's dead,

who's alive, who's caught, who's

not...

I will know, I'm practically

there. But what do I tell these

guys about daddy?

(pause)

You sure that's what he said?

(pause)

Okay, that's what I'll tell em.

 

CUT TO:

 

 

20 EXT. WAREHOUSE - DAY

 

Three cars belonging to the other guys are parked outside

the warehouse.

 

Eddie drives his car up to the warehouse. He gets out of

the car, looks at the other cars parked outside.

 

EDDIE

(to himself)

Fucking assholes.

 

Eddie makes a beeline for the front door, BANGS it open,

and steps inside the warehouse.

 

 

21 INT. WAREHOUSE - DAY

 

The robbers have the cop tied to a chair and are still

WAILING on him.

 

Nice Guy Eddie walks in and everybody jumps.

 

EDDIE

What in Sam Hill is goin on?

 

Mr. Pink and Mr. White speak together.

 

MR. PINK MR. WHITE

Hey, Nice Guy, we got a You're askin what's goin

cop. on? Where the fuck is

Joe?

 

Nice Guy sees Mr. Orange.

 

EDDIE

Holy shit, this guy's all fucked

up!

 

MR. WHITE

No shit, he's gonna fuckin die on

us if we don't get him taken care

of.

 

MR. PINK

We were set up, the cops were

waiting for us.

 

EDDIE

What? Nobody set anybody up.

 

MR. PINK

The cops were there waitin for us!

 

EDDIE

Bullshit.

 

MR. PINK

Hey, fuck you man, you weren't

there, we were. And I'm tellin

ya, the cops had that store staked

out.

 

EDDIE

Okay, Mr. Detective, who did it?

 

MR. PINK

What the fuck d'you think we've

been askin each other?

 

EDDIE

And what are your answers? Was it

me? You think I set you up?

 

MR. PINK

I don't know, but somebody did.

 

EDDIE

Nobody did. You assholes turn the

jewelry store into a wild west

show, and you wonder why cops show

up.

 

MR. BLONDE

Where's Joseph?

 

EDDIE

I ain't talked to him. I talked

to Dov. Dov said he's comin out

here, and he's fucking pissed.

 

MR. PINK

(to Mr. White)

I told ya he'd be pissed.

 

MR. WHITE

(pointing to Mr.

Orange)

What are you gonna do about him?

 

EDDIE

Jesus Christ, give me a fuckin

chance to breathe. I got a few

questions of my own, ya know.

 

MR. WHITE

You ain't dying, he is.

 

EDDIE

I'll call somebody.

 

MR. WHITE

Who?

 

EDDIE

A snake charmer, what the fuck

d'you think. I'll call a doctor,

take care of him, fix 'm right up.

No, where's Mr. Brown and Mr.

Blue?

 

MR. PINK

Brown's dead, we don't know about

Blue.

 

EDDIE

Nobody saw what happened to Mr.

Blue?

 

MR. BLONDE

Well, he's either dead or he's

alive or the cops got him or they

don't.

 

DOLLY to MEDIUM on the cop.

 

EDDIE (OS)

I take it this is the bastard you

told me about.

(referring to the

cop)

Why the hell are you beating on

him?

 

MR. PINK

So he'll tell us who the fuck set

us up.

 

EDDIE

Would you stop it with that shit!

You beat on this prick enough,

he'll tell ya he started the

Chicago fire. That don't

necessarily make it so. Okay,

first things fucking last, where's

the shit? Please tell me somebody

brought something

with them.

 

MR. PINK

I got a bag. I stashed it till I

could be sure this place wasn't a

police station.

 

EDDIE

Well, let's go get it. We also

gotta get rid of all those cars.

It looks like Sam's hot car lot

outside.

(pointing to Mr.

Blonde)

You stay here and babysit Orange

and the cop.

(referring to Mr.

Pink and Mr. White)

You two take a car each, I'll

follow ya. You ditch it, I'll

pick you up, then we'll pick up

the stones. And while I'm

following you, I'll arrange for

some sort of a doctor for our

friend.

 

MR. WHITE

We can't leave these guys with

him.

 

Meaning Mr. Blonde.

 

EDDIE

Why not?

 

Mr. White crosses to Mr. Blonde.

 

MR. WHITE

Because this guy's a fucking

psycho. And if you think

Joe's pissed at us, that

ain't nothing compared to how

pissed off I am at him, for puttin

me in the same room as this

bastard.

 

MR. BLONDE

(to Eddie)

You see what I been puttin up

with? As soon as I walk through

the door I'm hit with this shit.

I tell 'm what you told me about

us stayin put and Mr. White whips

out his gun, sticks it in my face,

and starts screaming "You

motherfucker, I'm gonna blow you

away, blah, blah, blah."

 

MR. WHITE

He's the reason the place turned

into a shooting gallery.

(to Mr. Pink)

What are you, a silent partner?

Fuckin tell him.

 

MR. PINK

He seems all right now, but he

went crazy in the store.

 

MR. WHITE

This is what he was doin.

 

Mr. White acts out Mr. Blonde shooting everybody in the

store.

 

MR. BLONDE

I told 'em not to touch the alarm.

They touched it. I blew 'em full

of holes. If they hadn't done

what I told 'em not it, they'd

still be alive.

 

MR. WHITE

That's your excuse for going on a

kill crazy rampage?

 

MR. BLONDE

I don't like alarms.

 

EDDIE

What does it matter who stays with

the cop? We ain't lettin him go.

Not after he's seen everybody.

You should've never took him outta

your trunk in the first place.

 

MR. PINK

We were trying to find out what he

knew about the set up.

 

EDDIE

There is no fuckin set up!

(Eddie takes charge)

Look, this is the news. Blondie,

you stay here and take care of

them two. White and Pink come

with me, 'cuz if Joe gets here and

sees all those fucking cars

parked out front, he's going to be

as mad at me as he is at you.

 

Eddie, Mr. White and Mr. Pink walk out of the warehouse

talking amongst themselves.

 

 

22 INT. WAREHOUSE - DAY - MR. BLONDE AND COP

 

Mr. Blonde closes the door after them. He then slowly

turns his head towards the cop.

 

MR. BLONDE

Alone at last.

 

 

C.U. COP'S FACE.

 

MR. BLONDE (OS)

Now where were we?

 

COP

I told you I don't know anything

about any fucking set up. I've

only been on the force eight

months, nobody tells me anything!

I don't know anything! You can

torture me if you want--

 

MR. BLONDE (OS)

--Thanks, don't mind if I do.

 

COP

Your boss even said there wasn't a

set up.

 

MR. BLONDE (OS)

First off, I don't have a boss.

Are you clear about that?

 

He SLAPS the cop's face.

 

MR. BLONDE (OS)

I asked you a question. Are you

clear about that?

 

COP

Yes.

 

MR. BLONDE (OS)

Now I'm not gonna bullshit you. I

don't really care about what you

know or don't know. I'm gonna

torture you for awhile regardless.

Not to get information, but

because torturing a cop amuses me.

There's nothing you can say,

there's nothing you can do.

Except pray for death.

 

He puts a piece of tape over the cop's mouth.

 

 

COP'S POV

 

Mr. Blonde walks away from the cop.

 

MR. BLONDE

Let's see what's on K-BILLY'S

"super sounds of the seventies"

weekend.

 

He turns on the radio.

 

Stealer's Wheel's hit "Stuck in the Middle with You" PLAYS

over the speaker.

 

NOTE: This entire sequence is timed to the music.

 

Mr. Blonde slowly walks toward the cop.

 

He opens a large knife.

 

He grabs a chair, places it in front of the cop and sits

in it.

 

Mr. Blonde just stares into the cop's/our face, holding

the knife, singing along with the song.

 

Then, like a cobra, he LASHES out.

 

A SLASH across the face.

 

The cop/camera moves around wildly.

 

Mr. Blonde just stares into the cop's/our face, singing

along with the seventies hit.

 

Then he reaches out and CUTS OFF the cop's/our ear.

 

The cop/camera moves around wildly.

 

Mr. Blonde holds the ear up to the cop/us to see.

 

Mr. Blonde rises, kicking the chair he was sitting on out

of the way.

 

 

23 INT./EXT. WAREHOUSE - DAY - HANDHELD SHOT

 

We follow Mr Blonde as he walks out of the warehouse...

 

...to his car. He opens the trunk, pulls out a large can

of gasoline.

 

He walks back inside the warehouse...

 

 

24 INT. WAREHOUSE - DAY

 

...carrying the can of gas.

 

Mr. Blonde POURS the gasoline all over the cop, who's

BEGGING him not to do this.

 

Mr. Blonde just sings along with Stealer's Wheel.

 

Mr. Blonde LIGHTS up a match and, while mouthing:

 

MR. BLONDE

"Clowns to the left of me,

Jokers to the right. Here I am,

stuck in the middle with you."

 

He moves the match up to the cop...

 

...When a bullet EXPLODES in Mr. Blonde's chest.

 

The HANDHELD camera WHIPS to the right and we see the

bloody Mr. Orange FIRING his gun.

 

We cut back and forth between Mr. Blonde taking BULLET

HITS and Mr. Orange emptying his weapon.

 

Mr. Blonde FALLS down dead.

 

Mr. Orange crawls to where the cop is, leaving a bloody

trail behind him.

 

When he reaches the cop's feet he looks up at him.

 

MR. ORANGE

(feebly)

What's your name?

 

COP

Jeffrey.

 

MR. ORANGE

Jeffrey what?

 

COP

Jeffrey Andrews.

 

MR. ORANGE

Listen to me, Jeffrey

Andrews. I'm a cop.

 

JEFFREY

I know.

 

MR. ORANGE

(surprised)

You do?

 

JEFFREY

Your name's Freddy something.

 

MR. ORANGE

Freddy Newendyke.

 

JEFFREY

Frankie Ferchetti introduced us

once, about five months ago.

 

MR. ORANGE

Shit. I don't remember that at

all.

 

JEFFREY

I do.

(pause)

How do I look?

 

The gun-shot Mr. Orange looks at the kid's GASHED face and

the hole in the side of his head where his ear used to be.

 

MR. ORANGE

I don't know what to tell you

Jeffrey.

 

Jeffrey starts to weep.

 

JEFFREY

That fucking bastard! That

fucking sick fucking bastard!

 

MR. ORANGE

Jeffrey, I need you to hold on.

There's officers positioned and

waiting to move in a block away.

 

JEFFREY

(screaming)

What the fuck are they waiting

for? That motherfucker cut off my

ear! He slashed my face! I'm

deformed!

 

MR. ORANGE

And I'm dying. They don't know

that. All they know is they're

not to make a move until Joe Cabot

shows up. I was sent undercover

to get Cabot. You heard 'em, they

said he's on his way. Don't pussy

out on me now, Jeffrey. We're

just gonna sit here and bleed

until Joe

Cabot sticks his fuckin head

through that door.

 

CUT TO:

 

 

INSERT: TITLE CARD "MR. ORANGE & MR. WHITE"

 

 

25 INT. DENNY'S - NIGHT

 

A tough-looking black man named HOLDAWAY, who sports a

Malcom X beard, a green Chairman Mao cap with a red star

on it, and a military flack jacket, digs into a Denny

bacon, cheese and avocado burger. He sits in a booth all

alone. He's waiting for somebody. As he waits, he

practically empties an entire bottle of ketchup on his

french fries, not by mistake either--that's just how he

likes it.

 

We see Mr. Orange, now known as FREDDY NEWENDYKE, wearing

a high school letterman jacket, enter the coffee shop,

spot Holdaway, and head his way. Holdaway sees Freddy bop

towards him with a wide-ass alligator grin plastered

across his face.

 

CAMERA DOLLIES FAST down AISLE to MEDIUM SHOT of Holdaway.

We fear Freddy OFF SCREEN.

 

FREDDY (O.S.)

Say "hello" to a motherfucker

who's inside. Cabot's doing a job

and take a big fat guess who he

wants on the team?

 

HOLDAWAY

This better not be some Freddy

joke.

 

LOW ANGLE

 

looking up at Freddy, who's standing at the table.

 

FREDDY

It ain't no joke, I'm in there.

I'm up his ass.

 

CU ON HOLDAWAY

 

Holdaway just looks at his pupil for a moment, then

smiles.

 

HOLDAWAY

Congratulations.

 

 

26 EXT. DENNY'S - NIGHT

 

We see through the window of the restaurant Freddy slide

into the booth across from Holdaway. Freddy's doing a lot

of talking, but we can't hear what they're saying.

 

 

27 INT. DENNY'S - NIGHT

 

FREEZE FRAME ON HOLDAWAY

 

We are frozen on a MEDIUM CU of Holdaway listening to

Freddy. We HEAR RESTAURANT NOISE and Freddy OFF SCREEN.

 

FREDDY (O.S.)

Nice Guy Eddie tells me Joe wants

to meet me. He says I should just

hang around my apartment and wait

for a phone call. Well after

waiting three goddamn days by the

fuckin phone, he calls me last

night and says Joe's ready, and

he'll pick me up in fifteen

minutes.

 

The freeze frame ENDS. Holdaway comes suddenly up to

speed and says:

 

HOLDAWAY

Woo all picked you up?

 

From here to end we cut back and forth.

 

FREDDY

Nice Guy. When we got to the

bar...

 

HOLDAWAY

...What bar?

 

FREDDY

The Boots and Socks in Gardena.

When we got there, I met Joe and a

guy named Mr. White. It's a phony

name. My name's Mr. Orange.

 

HOLDAWAY

You ever seen this motherfucker

before?

 

FREDDY

Who, Mr. White?

 

HOLDAWAY

Yeah.

 

FREDDY

No, he ain't familiar. He ain't

one of Cabot's soldiers either.

He's gotta be from outta town.

But Joe knows him real well.

 

HOLDAWAY

How can you tell?

 

FREDDY

The way they talk to each other.

You can tell they're buddies.

 

HOLDAWAY

Did the two of you talk?

 

FREDDY

Me and Mr. White?

 

HOLDAWAY

Yeah.

 

FREDDY

A little.

 

HOLDAWAY

What about?

 

FREDDY

The Brewers.

 

HOLDAWAY

The Milwaukee Brewers?

 

FREDDY

Yeah. They had just won the night

before, and he made a killing off

'em.

 

HOLDAWAY

Well, if this crook's a Brewers

fan, his ass has gotta be from

Wisconsin. And I'll bet you

everything from a diddle-eyed Joe

to a damned-if-I-know, that in

Milwaukee they got a sheet on this

Mr. White motherfucker's ass. I

want you to go through the mugs of

guys from old Milwaukee with a

history of armed robbery, and put

a name to that face.

 

Holdaway takes a big bite out of his burger.

 

HOLDAWAY

(with his mouth full)

What kinds questions did Cabot

ask?

 

FREDDY

Where I was from, who I knew, how

I knew Nice Guy, had I done time,

shit like that.

 

Holdaway's talked enough, he's eating his burger now. He

motions for Freddy to elaborate.

 

FREDDY

He asked me if I ever done armed

robbery before. I read him my

credits. I robbed a few gas and

sips, sold some weed, told him

recently I held the shotgun while

me and another guy pulled down a

poker game in Portland.

 

CAMERA MOVES from a MEDIUM on Freddy to a CU.

 

HOLDAWAY (O.S.)

Didja use the commode story?

 

FREDDY

Fuckin-A. I tell it real good,

too.

 

 

28 INT. MEN'S ROOM - L.A. TRAIN STATION - NIGHT

 

Freddy and Holdaway at one of their many rendezvous.

Holdaway wears an extra large Lakers sweatshirt. Freddy

sits on one of the sinks, wearing his high school jacket,

looking at pieces of paper stapled together.

 

FREDDY

What's this?

 

HOLDAWAY

It's a scene. Memorize it.

 

FREDDY

What?

 

HOLDAWAY

A undercover cop has got to be

Marlon Brando. To do this job you

got to be a great actor. You got

to be naturalistic. You got to be

naturalistic as hell. If you

ain't a great actor you're a bad

actor, and bad acting is bull shit

in this job.

 

FREDDY

(referring to the

papers)

But what is this?

 

HOLDAWAY

It's a amusing anecdote about a

drug deal.

 

FREDDY

What?

 

HOLDAWAY

Something funny that happened to

you while you were doing a job.

 

FREDDY

I gotta memorize all this shit?

 

HOLDAWAY

It's like a joke. You remember

what's important, and the rest you

make your own. The only way to

make it your own is to keep sayin

it, and sayin it, and sayin it,

and sayin it, and sayin it.

 

FREDDY

I can do that.

 

HOLDAWAY

The things you gotta remember are

the details. It's the details

that sell your story. Now this

story takes place in this men's

room. So you gotta know the

details about this men's room.

You gotta know they got a blower

instead of a towel to dry your

hands. You gotta know the stalls

ain't got no doors. You gotta

know whether they got liquid or

powdered soap, whether they got

hot water or not, 'cause if you do

your job when you tell your story,

everybody should believe it. And

if you tell your story to somebody

who's actually taken a piss in

this men's room, and you get one

detail they remember right,

they'll swear by you.

 

 

29 INT. FREDDY'S APARTMENT - DAY

 

Freddy paces back and forth, in and out of frame,

rehearsing the anecdote. He's reading it pretty good, but

he's still reading it from the page, and every once in a

while he stumbles over his words.

 

FREDDY

...this was during the Los Angeles

marijuana drought of '86. I still

had a connection. Which was

insane, 'cause you couldn't get

weed anyfuckinwhere then. Anyway,

I had a connection with this

hippie chick up in Santa Cruz.

All and my friends knew it. And

they'd give me a call and say,

"Hey, Freddy, you buyin some, you

think you could buy me some too?"

They knew I smoked, so they'd ask

me to buy a little for them when I

was buyin. But it got to be

everytime I bought some weed, I

was buyin for four or five

different people. Finally I said,

"Fuck this shit." I'm makin this

bitch rich. She didn't have to do

jack shit, she never even had to

meet these people. I was fuckin

doin all the work. So I got

together with her and told her,

"Hey, I'm sick of this shit. I'm

comin through for everybody, and

nobody's comin through for me.

So, either I'm gonna tell all my

friends to find their own source,

or you give me a bunch of weed,

I'll sell it to them, give you the

money, minus ten percent, and I

get my pot for free." So, I did

if for awhile...

 

Freddy exits frame

 

CUT TO:

 

 

30 EXT. PARKING LOT - DAY

 

Another empty frame, except obviously outside. Freddy

enters frame from the same direction he exited in the

previous scene, finishing his sentence. When we move to a

wider shot we see Freddy performing his monolog to

Holdaway in a parking lot. Holdaway sits on the hood of

his beat-up car. Freddy paces back and forth as he

performs his story.

 

FREDDY

...but then that got to be a pain

in the ass. People called me on

the phone all the fuckin time. I

couldn't rent a fuckin tape

without six phone calls

interrupting me. "Hey, Freddy,

when's the next time you're gettin

some?" "Motherfucker, I'm tryin

to watch 'Lost Boys'-- when I have

some, I'll let you know." And

then these rinky-dink pot heads

come by--there's my friends and

everything, but still. I got all

my shit laid out in sixty dollar

bags. Well, they don't want sixty

dollars worth. They want ten

dollars worth. Breaking it up is

a major fuckin pain in the ass. I

don't even know how much ten

dollars worth is. "Well, fuck,

man, I don't want that much

around. If I have that much

around I'll smoke it." "Hey, if

you guys can't control your

smokin, that's not my problem.

You motherfuckers been smokin for

five years, be a adult about it."

Finally I just told my connection,

count me out. But as it turns

out, I'm the best guy she had, and

she depended alot on my business.

But I was still sick to death of

it. And she's trying to talk me

into not quitin.

Now this was a very weird

situation, 'cause I don't know if

you remember back in '86, there

was a major fuckin drought.

Nobody and anything. People were

livin on resin and smokin the wood

in their pipes for months. And

this chick had a bunch, and was

beggin me to sell it. So I told

her I wasn't gonna be Joe the Pot

Man anymore. But I would take a

little bit and sell it to my

close, close, close friends. She

agreed to that, and said we'd keep

the same arrangement as before,

ten percent and free pot for me,

as long as I helped her out that

weekend. She had a brick of weed

she was sellin, and she didn't

want to go to the buy alone...

 

CUT TO:

 

 

31 INT. BOOTS AND SOCKS BAR - NIGHT

 

Freddy, Joe, Nice Guy Eddie and Mr. White all sit around a

table in a red-lighted smokey bar. Freddy continues his

story. The crooks are enjoying the hell out of it.

 

FREDDY

...Her brother usually goes with

her, but he's in county

unexpectedly.

 

MR. WHITE

What for?

 

FREDDY

Traffic tickets gone to warrant.

They stopped him for something,

found the warrants on 'im, took

'im to jail. She doesn't want to

walk around alone with all that

weed. Well, I don't wanna do

this, I have a bad feeling about

it, but she keeps askin me, keeps

askin me, finally I said okay

'cause I'm sick of listening to

it. Well, we're picking this guy

up at the train station.

 

JOE

You're picking the buyer up at the

train station? You're carrying

the weed on you?

 

FREDDY

Yeah, the guy needed it right

away. Don't ask me why. So we

get to the train station, and

we're waitin for the guy. Now I'm

carrying the weed in one of those

carry-on bags, and I gotta take a

piss. So I tell the connection

I'll be right back, I'm goin' to

the little boys room...

 

CUT TO:

 

 

32 INT. MEN'S ROOM - TRAIN STATION - DAY

 

MEDIUM ON FREDDY

 

He walks through the door with a carry-on bag over his

shoulder. Once he's inside, he stops in his tracks. We

move into a CU.

 

FREDDY (V.O.)

...So I walk into the men's room,

and who's standing there?

 

FREEZE FRAME

 

on Freddy standing in front of six Los Angeles County

Sheriffs and one German Shepherd. All of their eyes are

on Freddy. Everyone is frozen.

 

FREDDY (V.O.)

...six Los Angeles County Sheriffs

and a German Shepherd.

 

NICE GUY EDDIE (V.O.)

They were waiting for you?

 

FREDDY (V.O.)

No. They were just a bunch of

cops hangin out in the men's room,

talkin. When I walked through the

door they all stopped what they

were talking about and looked at

me.

 

 

33 BACK TO BAR

 

ECU MR. WHITE

 

MR. WHITE

That's hard, man. That's a fuckin

hard situation.

 

 

34 BACK TO MEN'S ROOM

 

ECU GERMAN SHEPHERD

 

barking his head off.

 

FREDDY (V.O.)

The German Shepherd starts

barkin'. He's barkin' at me. I

mean it's obvious he's barkin' at

me.

 

We do a slow 360 around Freddy in the men's room. We can

hear the dog barking.

 

FREDDY (V.O.)

Every nerve ending, all of my

senses, the blood in my veins,

everything I has was screaming,

"Take off, man, just take off, get

the fuck outta there!" Panic hit

me like a bucket of water. First

there was the shock of it--BAM,

right in the face! Then I'm just

standin there drenched in panic.

 

SLOW MOTION

 

CAMERA does a PAN from face to face of the sheriffs.

 

FREDDY (V.O.)

And all those sheriffs are lookin

at me and they know. They can

smell it. As sure as that fuckin

dog cam, they can smell it on me.

 

FREEZE FRAME

 

Back to the same freeze frame shot of Freddy standing in

front of the sheriffs. It suddenly jerks to life, and

moves to speed. The dog is barking. Freddy moves to his

right, out of frame. We stay on the sheriffs. One

sheriff yells at the dog.

 

SHERIFF #1

Shut up!

 

The dog quiets down. Sheriff #2 continues with his story.

A couple of the sheriffs look over at Freddy off screen,

but as Sheriff #2 talks, turn their attention to him.

 

SHERIFF #2

So my gun's drawn, right? I got

it aimed right at him. I tell

'em, "Freeze, don't fuckin move."

And the little idiot's lookin at

me, nodding his head "Yes," sayin

"I know...I know...I know."

Meanwhile his right hand is

creepin towards his glove box. So

I scream at him, "Asshole, you

better fuckin freeze right now!"

And he's still lookin right at me,

saying

"I know...I know...I know." And

his right hand's still going for

the glove box.

 

The CAMERA PANS away from the sheriffs to Freddy, up

against the urinal, playing possum, pretending to piss.

 

SHERIFF #2 (O.S.)

I tell 'im, "Buddy, I'm gonna

shoot you in the face right now if

you don't put your hands on the

fuckin dash." And the guy's

girlfriend, a real sexy Oriental

bitch, starts screamin at him,

"Chuck, are you out of your mind?

Put your hands on the dash like

the officer said." And then like

nothing, the guy snaps out of it

and casually puts his hands on the

dash.

 

Freddy finishes his playing possum piss, and walks past

the sheriffs over to the sink. The CAMERA PANS with him.

A sheriff is sitting on a sink. He looks down and watches

Freddy wash his hands.

 

SHERIFF #1

What was he goin for?

 

SHERIFF #2

His registration. Stupid fuckin

citizen, doesn't have the

slightest idea how close he came

to gettin shot.

 

Freddy finishes washing his hands. He goes to dry them,

but there's only those hand drying machines. Freddy turns

on the drying machine. He can't hear anything the

sheriffs say now. The sound of the machine dominates the

sound track.

 

These following shots are SLOW MOTION.

 

CU OF FREDDY

 

CU of his HANDS, rubbing each other getting blown dry

 

SHOT OF SHERIFFS talking. We can't hear them because of

the machine.

 

CU OF MACHINE

 

MEDIUM OF SHERIFF ON SINK, smoking a cigarette, glancing

over at Freddy.

 

CU OF GERMAN SHEPHERD

 

Machine turns off.

 

CUT TO:

 

 

35 INT. OFFICE - DAY

 

CU MUG SHOT OF MR. WHITE

 

FREDDY (OS)

That's him, that's Mr. White.

 

FULL SCENE

 

An office upstairs in the undercover division of the

police station.

 

 

TWO SHOT OF FREDDY AND HOLDAWAY

 

look at mug shot.

 

HOLDAWAY

Lawrence Dimick. Let's see what

we got on him.

 

CU OF COMPUTER SCREEN

 

the name DIMICK, LAWRENCE is typed in.

 

 

C.U. ENTER BUTTON IS PRESSED

 

 

C.U. OF FEMALE COMPUTER OPERATOR, JODIE SEIGEL.

 

JODIE

This is your life, Lawrence

Dimick!

 

 

C.U. OF COMPUTER PRINTER

 

printing out sheet. The noise of the printer plays loud

over the soundtrack. Jodie's hand comes into FRAME and

tears sheet from the printer.

 

CUT TO:

 

 

36 INT. HOLDAWAY'S OFFICE - DAY

 

Holdaway sits behind his desk. Freddy sits on the edge of

the desk eating a Double-Double with cheese. They look

into the CAMERA.

 

We hear Jodie's voice OFFSCREEN.

 

JODIE (OS)

Lawrence "Larry" Dimick. Also

known as Lawrence Jacobs and Alvin

"Al" Jacobs. This guy is Mr. Joe-

Armed-Robbery. He's

a pro and he makes it a habit not

to get caught.

 

 

MEDIUM SHOT OF JODIE

 

DOLLY slowly into C.U.

 

JODIE

He's only been convicted twice,

which is pretty good for somebody

living a life of crime. Once for

armed robbery, when he was twenty-

one, in Milwaukee.

 

 

C.U. FREDDY

 

FREDDY

What was it?

 

 

JODIE

 

JODIE

Payroll office at a lumber yard.

First offense - he got eighteen

months. He didn't get busted

again until he was thirty-two.

And then it was a backdoor bust.

A routine vice squad roust. They

roust this bar, out buddy Lawrence

is in there knocking down a few.

He gets picked up. He's wearing

on his person an outlaw .45

automatic, apparently his weapon

of choice. Also, on his finger is

a diamond ring from a jewelry

store robbery a year earlier. He

got two years back inside for

that.

 

 

TWO SHOT OF HOLDAWAY AND FREDDY

 

Freddy winces.

 

FREDDY

Goddamn, that's hard time.

 

 

JODIE

 

JODIE

So far, it's the only time he's

ever done.

 

 

CU HOLDAWAY

 

HOLDAWAY

Was this vice squad bullshit in

Milwaukee?

 

 

JODIE

 

JODIE

No. The vice squad roust was in

L.A. He's been in Los Angeles

since '77.

 

 

DOLLY BEHIND HOLDAWAY'S DESK

 

from left to right.

 

FREDDY

When did he do this time?

 

JODIE

Back in '83, got out late '86. I

found something else out I think

you two should be aware of.

About a year and a half ago, up in

Sacramento, an undercover cop,

John Dolenz, worked his way into a

bank job. Apparently before the

job they found out he was a cop.

Now picture this: It's Dolenz's

birthday, a bunch of cops are

waiting in his apartment for a

surprise party. The door opens,

everyone yells "Surprise!", and

standing in the doorway is Dolenz

and this other guy sticking a gun

in Dolenz's ribs. Before anybody

knows what's going on, this

stranger shoots Dolenz dead and

starts firing two .45 automatics

into the crowd.

 

HOLDAWAY

What happened?

 

The DOLLY moves behind Jodie.

 

JODIE

It was a mess. Cops got hit,

wives got hit, girlfriends got

hit, his dog got hit. People got

glass in their faces. Three were

killed, six were wounded.

 

FREDDY

They couldn't pin the killing on

one of the bank robbers?

 

JODIE

They tried, but they didn't have a

positive I.D. and all those guys

had alibis. Besides, we really

didn't have anything on them. We

had the testimony of a dead man

that they were talking

about committing a robbery. They

never went ahead with the bank

job.

 

The DOLLY completes its circle.

 

FREDDY

And Larry Dimick was one of the

boys?

 

JODIE

He was probably the one.

 

 

ON HOLDAWAY

 

HOLDAWAY

Just how sure are you with your

cover?

 

PAN to C.U. on Freddy.

 

FREDDY

Today they may know something,

tomorrow they may know something

else. But yesterday they didn't

know anything.

 

 

C.U. OF MR. WHITE'S MUG SHOT

 

FREDDY (OS)

What's the next step?

 

HOLDAWAY (OS)

Do what they told ya. Sit in your

apartment and wait for 'em to call

you. We'll have guys posted

outside who'll follow you when

they pick you up.

 

 

35 INT. FREDDY'S APARTMENT - DAY

 

C.U. TELEPHONE

 

It RINGS. Freddy answers it, we FOLLOW the receiver up to

his face.

 

FREDDY

Hello.

 

NICE GUY EDDIE (OS)

(through phone)

It's time. Grab your jacket--

 

 

36 INT. NICE GUY EDDIE'S CAR (PARKED) - DAY

 

C.U. of Nice Guy Eddie speaking into the car phone.

 

EDDIE

--We're parked outside.

 

FREDDY (OS)

(through phone)

I'll be right down.

 

We hear the CLICK of Freddy hanging up through the phone.

Nice Guy places the receiver back in its cradle.

 

EDDIE

He'll be right down.

 

 

39 INT. FREDDY'S APARTMENT - DAY

 

The CAMERA follows Freddy as he hops around the

apartment getting everything he needs. He puts on

his jacket and slips on some sneakers.

 

DOLLY fast toward the front door knob. Freddy's hand

comes into FRAME, grabs the knob, then lets go. We MOVE

UP to his face.

 

Fear.

 

FREDDY

(to himself)

Don't pussy out on me now. They

don't know. They don't know shit.

(pause)

You're not gonna get hurt. You're

fucking Baretta and they believe

every word, cuz

you're super cool.

 

He exits FRAME. We stay put and hear the door open and

close OFF SCREEN.

 

 

40 EXT. FREDDY'S APARTMENT - DAY

 

COPS' POV

 

From inside an unmarked car across the street, the TWO

COPS watching Freddy see him walk out of his building and

up to Eddie's parked car.

 

COP #1 (OS)

There goes our boy.

 

COP #2 (OS)

I swear, a guy has to have rocks

in his head the size of Gibraltar

to work undercover.

 

COP #1 (OS)

Do you want one of these?

 

COP #2 (OS)

Yeah, gimme the bear claw.

 

Freddy gets into the car and it pulls into traffic.

 

Cop #1 starts the engine and follows.

 

 

41 INT. NICE GUY EDDIE'S CAR (MOVING) - DAY

 

Nice Guy Eddie is behind the wheel. Mr. Pink is

in the passenger seat. Freddy and Mr. White are in the

backseat together.

 

MR. PINK

...Hey, I know what I'm talkin

about, black women ain't the same

as white women.

 

MR. WHITE

(sarcastically)

There's a slight difference.

 

The car laughs.

 

MR. PINK

Go ahead and laugh, you know what

I mean. What a while bitch will

put up with, a black bitch won't

put up with for a minute. They

got a line, and if you cross it,

they fuck you up.

 

EDDIE

I gotta go along with Mr. Pink on

this. I've seen it happen.

 

MR. WHITE

Okay, Mr. Expert. If this is such

a truism, how come every nigger I

know treats his woman like a piece

of shit?

 

MR. PINK

I'll make you a bet that those

same damn niggers who were showin

their ass in public, when their

bitches get 'em home, they chill

the fuck out.

 

MR. WHITE

Not these guys.

 

MR. PINK

Yeah, those guys too.

 

EDDIE

Let me tell you guys a story. In

one of daddy's clubs there was

this black cocktail waitress named

Elois.

 

MR. WHITE

Elois?

 

EDDIE

Yeah, Elois. E and Lois. We

called her Lady E.

 

MR. WHITE

Where was she from, Compton?

 

EDDIE

No. She was from Ladora Heights.

 

MR. PINK

The black Beverly Hills. I knew

this lady from Ladora Heights

once.

(in a stuck up black

female voice)

"Hi, I'm from Ladora Heights, it's

the black Beverly Hills."

EDDIE

It's not the black Beverly Hills,

it's the black Palos Verdes.

Anyway, this chick, Elois, was a

man-eater-upper. I bet every guy

who's ever met her has jacked off

to her at least once. You know

who she looked like? Christie

Love. 'Member that TV show "Get

Christie Love"? She was a black

female cop. She always used to

say "You're under arrest, sugar."

 

MR. PINK

I was in the sixth grade when that

show was on. I totally dug it.

What the fuck was the name of the

chick who played Christie

Love?

 

EDDIE

Pam Grier.

 

MR. PINK

No, it wasn't Pan Grier, Pan Grier

was the other one. Pan Grier made

the movies. Christie Love was

like a Pam Grier TV show, without

Pam Grier.

 

MR. PINK

What the fuck was that chick's

name? Oh this is just great, I'm

totally fuckin tortured now.

 

EDDIE

Well, whoever she was, Elois

looked like her. So one night I

walk into the club, and no Elois.

Now the bartender was a wetback,

he was a friend of mine, his name

was Carlos.

So I asked him "Hey, Carlos,

where's Lady E tonight?" Well

apparently Lady E was married to

this real piece of dog shit. I

mean a real animal. And

apparently he would so things to

her.

 

FREDDY

 

Do things? What would he do? You

mean like beat her up?

 

EDDIE

Nobody knows for sure what he did.

We just know he did something.

Anyway, Elois plays it real cool.

And waits for the next time this

bag of shit gets drunk. So one

night the guy gets drunk and

passes out on the couch. So while

the guy's

inebriated, she strips him naked.

Then she takes some crazy glue and

glues his dick to his belly.

 

The car reacts to how horrible that would be.

 

EDDIE

I'm dead fuckin serious. She put

some on his dick and some on his

belly, then stuck 'em together.

The paramedics had to come and cut

it loose.

 

The car reacts badly.

 

MR. WHITE

Jesus Christ!

 

FREDDY

You can do some crazy things with

it.

 

EDDIE

I don't know what he did to her,

but she got even.

 

MR. WHITE

Was he all pissed off?

 

MR. PINK

How would you feel if you had to

do a handstand every time you took

a piss.

 

The car laughs.

 

 

42 EXT. WAREHOUSE - DAY

 

Nice Guy Eddie pulls up outside the warehouse.

The four men climb out of the car and follow Eddie inside.

 

 

43 INT. WAREHOUSE - DAY

 

The four men enter the building.

 

At the other end of the warehouse, sitting in chairs, are

Mr. Blonde, Mr. Brown, Mr. Blue and Joe Cabot.

 

We shoot this from OVERHEAD, looking down on the men.

 

JOE

(to everybody)

...So they're talkin about how

they get their wives off, and the

French guys says:

(in a bad French

accent)

"All I gotta do is take my pinky

and tickle my Fifi's little oo la

la and she rises a foot off the

bed."

 

Back to Joe.

 

So the dago says:

 

 

CU ON JOE

 

JOE

(in a good Brooklyn

accent)

"That's nothin. When I take the

tip of my tongue and wiggle it

against my Mary Louise's little

fun pimple, she rises two feet off

da bed." Then our friend from

Poland says:

(in dumb voice)

"You guys ain't no cocksmen. When

I get through fuckin my Sophie, I

wipe my dick on the curtains and

you know what? She hits the

roof!"

 

Joe laughs like a crazy man.

 

JOE

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!

 

We hear a lot of laughing OFF SCREEN.

 

JOE

Ain't that a masterpiece? Stupid

fuckin Polack, wipes his dick on

the drapes.

 

Joe's eyes greet the new arrivals.

 

JOE

You're here, great!

 

Joe EXITS C.U.

 

We now have everybody from the Uncle Bob's Pancake House

scene together again. Some sit on folding chairs, some

stand. Joe sits in front of them on the edge of a table.

A blackboard with a layout of the jewelry store is off to

the right.

 

We do a 360 around the men.

 

EDDIE

We woulda gotten here sooner, but

we got backed up around La Brea

and Pico.

 

JOE

No hurry.

(to the boys)

All right, let's get to know one

another. With the exception of

Eddie and myself, who you already

know, you'll be using aliases.

Under no circumstances are you to

tell one another your real name or

anything else about yourself.

That includes where you're from,

your wife's name, where you

might've done time, about a bank

in St. Petersburg you might've

robbed. You guys don't say shit

about who you are, where you been

or what you've done. Only thing

you guys can talk about is what

you're going to do. This way the

only ones who know who the members

of the team are are Eddie and

myself. And that's the way I like

it. Because in the unlikely event

of one of you getting apprehended

by the cops, not that I expect

that to happen - it most

definitely should not happen - it

hasn't happened, you don't have

anything to deal with. You don't

know any names. You know my name,

you know Eddie's name. That I

don't care about. You gotta prove

it. I ain't worried. Besides,

this way you gotta trust me. I

like that. I set this up and

picked the men I wanted for it.

None of you came to me, I

approached all of you. I know

you. I know your work, I know

your reputation. I know you as

men. Except for this guy.

 

Joe points a finger at Freddy.

 

Freddy shits a brick.

 

JOE

But he's OK. If he wasn't OK, he

wouldn't be here. Okay, let me

introduce everybody to everybody.

But once again, at the risk of

being redundant, if I even think I

hear somebody telling or referring

to somebody by their Christian

name...

(Joe searches for the

right words)

...you won't want to be you.

Okay, quickly.

(pointing at the men

as he gives them a

name)

Mr. Brown, Mr. White, Mr. Blonde,

Mr. Blue, Mr. Orange, and Mr.

Pink.

 

MR. PINK

Why am I Mr. Pink?

 

JOE

Cause you're a faggot.

 

Everybody laughs.

 

MR. PINK

Why can't we pick out our own

colors?

 

JOE

I tried that once, it don't work.

You get four guys fighting over

who's gonna be Mr. Black. Since

nobody knows anybody else, nobody

wants to back down. So forget it,

I pick. Be thankful you're not

Mr. Yellow.

 

MR. BROWN

Yeah, but Mr. Brown? That's too

close to Mr. Shit.

 

Everybody laughs.

 

MR. PINK

Yeah, Mr. Pink sounds like Mr.

Pussy. Tell you what, let me be

Mr. Purple. That sounds good to

me, I'm Mr. Purple.

 

JOE

You're not Mr. Purple, somebody

from another job's Mr. Purple.

You're Mr. Pink.

 

MR. WHITE

Who cares what your name is? Who

cares if you're Mr. Pink, Mr.

Purple, Mr. Pussy, Mr. Piss...

 

MR. PINK

Oh that's really easy for you to

say, you're Mr. White. You gotta

cool-sounding name. So tell me,

Mr. White, if you think "Mr. Pink"

is no big deal, you wanna trade?

JOE

Nobody's trading with anybody!

Look, this ain't a goddamn fuckin

city counsel meeting! Listen up

Mr. Pink. We got two ways here,

my way or the highway. And you

can go down either of 'em. So

what's it gonna be, Mr. Pink?

MR. PINK

Jesus Christ, Joe. Fuckin forget

it. This is beneath me. I'm Mr.

Pink, let's move on.

CAMERA leaves the team and goes to the blackboard

with the layout of the jewelry store on it.

JOE (OS)

Okay fellas, let's get into this.

CUT TO:

44 EXT. BLEACHERS - DAY

Freddy and Holdaway sit on some bleachers in an empty

little league baseball field.

HOLDAWAY

Okay, we're gonna station men

across the street from Karina's

Fine Jewelry. But their orders

will be not to move in unless the

robbery gets out of control. You

gotta make sure they don't have to

move in. You're inside to make

sure that everything goes

according to Hoyle. We have men

set up a block away from the

warehouse rendezvous. They got

complete visibility of the

exterior. So as soon as Joe Cabot

shows up, we'll see it.

FREDDY

What's your visibility of the

interior?

HOLDAWAY

We can't see shit on the inside.

And we can't risk gettin any

closer for fear they'll spot us.

FREDDY

This is bullshit, Jim. I get all

the fuckin danger of having you

guys in my back pocket but none of

the safety.

HOLDAWAY

What's the matter, Newendyke? Job

too tough for ya? No one lied to

you. You always knew we'd hang

back until Joe Cabot showed up.

FREDDY

Oh this is great. You ain't

giving me no fuckin protection

whatsoever. But you are giving me

an attitude.

HOLDAWAY

Since when does an undercover cop

have protection? Freddy, you came

into this thing with your eyes

wide open, so don't start screamin

blind man now. I understand

you're nervous. I wish the

warehouse had more visible

windows, but it doesn't. We have

to make do with the cards we're

dealt.

FREDDY

I didn't say I wasn't gonna do it.

I'm just remarking on how shitty

the situation is!

HOLDAWAY

I don't mean to be harsh with ya,

but I've found tough love works

best in these situations. We have

to get Joe Cabot in the company of

the thieves and in the same

vicinity as the loot.

We don't care about these other

bastards. We're willing to offer

them good deals to testify against

Cabot.

FREDDY

Isn't this risk unorthodox?

HOLDAWAY

What?

FREDDY

Letting them go ahead with the

robbery?

HOLDAWAY

The whole idea behind this

operation is to catch Joe Cabot

red-handed. We bust these hired

hands, we ain't accomplished shit.

Letting them go through with the

heist is a risk, but Cabot's jobs

are very clean. We got people

surrounding the perimeter. We got

a guy and a gal on the inside

posing as a couple shopping for

rings. We could replace the

employees with cops, but we'd run

the risk of tipping 'em off.

FREDDY

That's out. They know the faces

of who works what shift.

HOLDAWAY

These guys are professionals.

We're professionals. It's a risk,

but I think it's a calculated

risk.

45 EXT. KARINA'S FINE JEWELRY - DAY

We see MOS SHOTS of the outside of the jewelry store.

CUSTOMERS coming and going. STORE CLERKS waiting on

customers through the windows.

While we look at this we HEAR over the soundtrack Mr.

White and Freddy talking OFF SCREEN.

MR. WHITE (VO)

Let's go over it. Where are you?

FREDDY (VO)

I stand outside and guard the

door. I don't let anybody come in

or go out.

MR. WHITE (VO)

Mr. Brown?

FREDDY (VO)

Mr. Brown stays in the car. He's

parked across the street till I

give him the signal, then he pulls

up in front of the store.

MR. WHITE (VO)

Mr. Blonde and Mr. Blue?

FREDDY (VO)

Crowd control. They handle

customers and employees in the

display area.

46 INT. MR. WHITE'S CAR (PARKED) - DAY

Mr. White and Freddy sit in a car parked across the street

from the jewelry store, staking it out.

MR. WHITE

Myself and Mr. Pink?

FREDDY

You two take the manager in the

back and make him give you the

diamonds. We're there for those

stones, period. Since no display

cases are being fucked with, no

alarms should go off. We're out

of there in two minutes, not one

second longer. What if the

manager won't give up the

diamonds?

MR. WHITE

When you're dealing with a store

like this, they're insured up the

ass. They're not supposed to give

you and resistance

whatsoever. If you get a customer

or an employee who thinks he's

Charles Bronson, take the butt of

your gun and smash their nose in.

Drops 'em right to the floor.

Everyone jumps, he falls down,

screaming, blood squirts out his

nose. Freaks everybody out.

Nobody says fuckin shit after

that. You might get some bitch

talk shit to ya. But give her a

look, like you're gonna smash her

in the face next. Watch her shut

the fuck up. Now if it's a

manager, that's a different story.

The managers know better than to

fuck around. So if one's givin

you static, he probably thinks

he's a real cowboy. So what you

gotta do is break that son-of-a-

bitch in two. If you wanna know

something and he won't tell you,

cut off one of his fingers. The

little one. Then you tell 'im his

thumb's next. After that he'll

tell ya if he wears ladies

underwear. I'm hungry, let's get

a taco.

CUT TO:

47 EXT. ALLEY - DAY

It's the moment of the robbery. The alley is empty.

In the distance we hear all hell breaking loose. Guns

FIRING, people SHOUTING and SCREAMING, sirens WAILING,

glass BREAKING...

A car whips around the corner, into the alley.

The doors BURST open, Freddy and Mr. White hop out.

Freddy opens the driver's side door. A bloody SCREAMING

Mr. Brown FALLS out.

MR. BROWN

(screaming)

My eyes! My eyes! I'm blind, I'm

fucking blind!

FREDDY

You're not blind, there's just

blood in your eyes.

Mr. White loads his two .45 automatics. He RUNS to the

end of the alley just as a police car comes into SIGHT.

FIRING both .45's, Mr. White massacres everyone in the

patrol car.

Freddy, holding the dying Mr. Brown, looks on at Mr.

White's ambush in shock.

Mr. Brown lifts his head up, blood in his eyes.

MR. BROWN

Mr. Orange? You're Mr. Orange,

aren't you?

By the time Freddy turns his head back to him, Mr. Brown

is dead.

Mr. White RUNS up to Freddy.

MR. WHITE

Is he dead?

Freddy doesn't answer, he can't.

MR. WHITE

Did he did or not?

Freddy, scared.

FREDDY

I'm sorry.

MR. WHITE

What? Snap out of it!

Mr. White GRABS Freddy by the coat and YANKS him along as

he RUNS.

They EXIT the alley and FLEE down a street.

A car with a FEMALE DRIVER comes up on the two men.

Mr. White JUMPS in her path, stopping the car. He points

his jun at her.

MR. WHITE

Get us outta here!

Mr. White climbs into the backseat.

Freddy starts to climb in.

The Female driver comes up with a gun from under her seat.

MR. WHITE

The bitch's got a gun!

She SHOOTS Freddy in the stomach.

On instinct Freddy brings up his gun and SHOOTS her in the

face.

C.U. ON FREDDY

as he FALLS to the ground he realizes what's happened

to him and what he's done. SLOW MOTION.

Mr White DRAGS the dead female driver out of the car. He

SHOVES Freddy in the backseat and DRIVES away.

48 INT. GETAWAY CAR (MOVING) - DAY

Freddy holding his stomach and doubled over in pain is

CRYING.

We replay the scene between Freddy and Mr. White in the

getaway car. Except this time, we never leave Freddy.

MR. WHITE (OS)

Just hold on buddy boy.

FREDDY

I'm sorry. I can't believe she

killed me...

CUT FROM FREDDY IN THE BACKSEAT TO:

49 INT. NICE GUY EDDIE'S CAR (MOVING) - DAY

Mr. Pink is behind the wheel, Nice Guy Eddie is in the

passenger seat going through the satchel with the

diamonds. Mr. White is in the backseat. The car is

SPEEDING back to the garage.

EDDIE

(looking through the

case)

You know, all things considered,

this was pretty successful.

MR. WHITE

I don't believe you just said

that.

EDDIE

No, it was messy as hell, but do

you realize how much you got away

with? There's over two million

dollars worth of diamonds here.

MR. PINK

I love this guy.

EDDIE

Hey, what's done is done. We can

all sit around and have a big cry

about it or we can deal with the

situation at hand.

MR. WHITE

The situation as hand isn't that

fuckin satchel. You and Joe have

a responsibility to your men.

EDDIE

Hey, it's the best I could do.

MR. WHITE

The man is fucking dying.

EDDIE

And I'm telling you, Bonnie'll

take care of him.

MR. WHITE

He needs a doctor, not a fuckin

nurse.

EDDIE

Ask me how many doctors I called.

You wanna embarrass yourself, ask

me how many doctors I called.

MR. WHITE

Obviously not enough.

EDDIE

Fuck you! You gotta little black

book, then whip is out. If not,

listen how it is. I called three

doctors and couldn't get through

to shit. Now, time being a

factor, I called Bonnie. Sweet

broad, helluva broad, and a

registered nurse. Told her a

bullshit story, upside: she said

bring him to her apartment.

MR. WHITE

If he dies I'm holding you

personally responsible.

EDDIE

Fuck you buddy boy! Okay, you

wanna play that way. I am

personally leaving myself

vulnerable with this Bonnie

situation. I don't think she'll

call the cops, but I don't know

for sure. But me being too nice-

a-fuckin-guy was willin to risk

it. But no fuckin more.

(he grabs his

portable phone)

I'm callin Bonnie back and tellin

her to forget it. You take care

of your friend, you know so much

about it.

MR. PINK

Goddamnit, will you guys grow up!

EDDIE

I don't need to grow up, my

friend. I am a grown up. I'm

being responsible, I'm taking care

of business.

MR. WHITE

Cut the shit! I don't think you

called anybody except some cooze

you once fucked, who happens to

wear orthopedic shoes. And I

don't think that's good enough

care for a gut-shot man.

EDDIE

Yeah, well I don't give a flying

fuck what you think!

MR. PINK

(to Mr. White)

Look, he's not sayin this bitch is

gonna operate on him. She's gonna

give him better attention than we

can until we can get a doctor.

Nobody's forgotten about doctors.

Joe'll get one in a snap. This is

something we're doing in the

meantime. I think both of you are

actin like a couple of assholes.

EDDIE

Yeah, right. I arrange a nurse, I

leave myself wide open, and I'm an

asshole.

50 INT. WAREHOUSE - DAY

MEDIUM SHOT on the door. Nice Guy Eddie, Mr. White and

Mr. Pink walk through it. They stop in their tracks.

We see what they see. Mr. Blonde, lying on the ground,

shot full of holes. The cop slumped over in his chair, a

bloody mess, Mr. Orange lying at the cop's feet, holding

his wound. Eddie, Mr. White and Mr. Pink walk into the

shot.

EDDIE

What the fuck happened here?

Eddie runs over to his friend Mr. Blonde/Toothpick Vic.

MR. WHITE

(to Mr. Orange)

What happened?

MR. ORANGE

(very weakly)

Blonde went crazy. He slashed the

cop's face, cut off his ear and

was gonna burn him alive.

EDDIE

(yelling)

Who cares what he was gonna do to

this fuckin pig?

Eddie whips out his gun and SHOOTS the cop. The cop and

the chair tip over. Eddie stands over him and SHOOTS him

once more.

EDDIE

(to Mr. Orange)

You were saying he went crazy?

Something like that? Worse or

better?

MR. ORANGE

Look, Eddie, he was pullin a burn.

He was gonna kill the cop and me.

And when you guys walked through

the door, he was gonna blow you to

hell and make off with the

diamonds.

MR. WHITE

(to Eddie)

Uhuh, uhuh, what's I tell ya?

That sick piece of shit was a

stone cold psycho.

MR. ORANGE

(to Eddie)

You could've asked the cop, if you

didn't just kill him. He talked

about what he was going to do when

he was slicing him up.

EDDIE

I don't buy it. It doesn't make

sense.

MR. WHITE

It makes perfect fuckin sense to

me. Eddie, you didn't see how he

acted during the job, we did.

Mr. Pink walks over to the cop's body.

MR. PINK

He's right about the ear, it's

hacked off.

EDDIE

(to Mr. Orange)

Let me say this out loud, just to

get it straight in my mind.

According to you, Mr. Blonde was

gonna kill you. Then when we came

back, kill us, grab the diamonds,

and scram. That's your story?

I'm correct about that, right?

MR. ORANGE

Eddie, you can believe me or not

believe me, but it's the truth. I

swear on my mother's eternal soul

that's what happened.

The CAMERA mover into a C.U. of Nice Guy Eddie.

There's a long pause while he rolls over what Mr. Orange

has said. Finally:

EDDIE

You're a fuckin liar. Now why

don't you drop the fuckin fairy

tale and tell me what really

happened?

MR. WHITE (OS)

He told you what really happened.

You just can't deal with it.

MR. ORANGE (OS)

Okay, you're right, I'm lying.

Even though I'm fuckin dyin I'm

not above pullin a fast one. Get

rid of Blonde, we share his split

- no, scratch that, I shot him

'cause I didn't like his hair

style. I didn't like his shoes

either. If it has just been his

hair, I'd've maybe, maybe I said,

let him live. But hair and

footwear together, he's a goner.

EDDIE

The man you killed was just

released from prison. He got

caught at a company warehouse full

of hot items. He could've walked

away. All he had to do was say my

dad's name. But instead he shut

his mouth and did his time. He

did four years for us, and he did

'em like a man. And we were very

grateful. So, Mr. Orange, you're

tellin me this very good friend of

mine, who did four years for my

father, who in four years never

made a deal, no matter what they

dangled in front of him, you're

telling me that now, that now this

man is free, and we're making good

on our commitment to him, he's

just gonna decide, right out of

the fuckin blue, to rip us off?

Silence.

EDDIE

Mr. Orange, why don't you tell me

what really happened?

VOICE (OS)

Why? It'll just be more bullshit.

Eddie steps out of his C.U. and we see Joe Cabot standing

in the warehouse doorway. He walks into the room.

JOE

(pointing to Mr.

Orange)

This man set us up.

CAMERA does a 360 around the men.

EDDIE

Daddy, I'm sorry, I don't know

what's happening.

JOE

That's okay, Eddie, I do.

MR. WHITE

(to Joe)

What the fuck are you talking

about?

JOE

(pointing to Mr.

Orange)

That piece of shit. Workin with

the cops.

MR. WHITE MR. PINK EDDIE

What?

JOE

I said this lump of shit is workin

with the LAPD.

MR. ORANGE'S POV

Looking up from the floor at everybody.

Joe looks down at Mr. Orange.

JOE

Aren't you?

MR. ORANGE (OS)

I don't have the slightest fuckin

idea what you're talkin about.

MR. WHITE

(very calmly to Joe)

Joe, I don't know what you think

you know, but you're wrong.

JOE

Like hell I am.

MR. WHITE

(very calmly)

Joe, trust me on this, you've made

a mistake. He's a good kid. I

understand you're hot, you're

super-fuckin pissed. We're all

real emotional. But you're

barking up the wrong tree. I know

this man, and he wouldn't do that.

JOE

You don't know jack shit. I do.

This rotten bastard tipped off the

cops and got Mr. Brown and Mr.

Blue killed.

MR. PINK

Mr. Blue's dead?

JOE

Dead as Dillinger.

EDDIE

The motherfucker killed Vic.

MR. WHITE

How do you know all this?

JOE

He was the only one I wasn't a

hundred percent on. I should have

my fucking head examined for goin

forward when I wasn't a hundred

percent. But he seemed like a

good kid, and I was impatient and

greedy and all the things that

fuck you up.

MR. WHITE

(screaming)

That's your proof?

JOE

You don't need proof when you got

instinct. I ignored it before,

but not no more.

He WHIPS out a revolver and aims it at Mr. Orange.

Mr. White brings his .45 up at Joe.

Eddie and Mr. Pink are shook awake by the flash of

firearms.

Eddie raises his gun, pointing it at Mr. White.

EDDIE

Have you lost your fucking mind?

Put your gun down!

Mr. Pink fades into the B.G., wanting no part of this.

MR. WHITE

Joe, you're making a terrible

mistake I can't let you make.

EDDIE

Stop pointing your fuckin gun at

daddy!

Joe, never taking his eyes off Mr. Orange.

JOE

Don't worry, Eddie. Me and Larry

have been friends a long time, he

ain't gonna shoot. We like each

other too much.

MR. WHITE

Joe, if you kill that man, you die

next. Repeat, if you kill that

man, you die next!

We get many different angles of the Mexican standoff.

MEDIUMS ON EVERYBODY

Mr. Orange holding his belly, looking from left to right.

Joe pointing down on Mr. Orange. Not taking his eyes off

him.

Mr. White pointing at Joe, looking like he's ready to

start firing any minute.

Eddie scared shitless for his father, gun locked on Mr.

White.

Mr. Pink walking backwards away from the action.

Nobody says nothing.

FOUR SHOT

of guys ready for violence. Mr. Pink in the B.G.

MR. PINK

C'mon, guys, nobody wants this.

We're supposed to me fuckin

professionals!

Joe raises his head to Mr. White.

JOE

Larry, I'm gonna kill him.

MR. WHITE

Goddamn you, Joe, don't make me do

this!

JOE

Larry, I'm askin you to trust me

on this.

MR. WHITE

Don't ask me that.

JOE

I'm not askin, I'm betting.

Joe's eyes go back to Mr. Orange.

EDDIE

Daddy, don't!

Joe FIRES three times, HITTING Mr. Orange with every one.

Mr. White SHOOTS Joe twice in the face. Joe brings his

hands up to his face, screaming, and falls to the ground.

Eddie FIRES at Mr. White, HITTING him three times in the

chest.

Mr. White brings his gun around on Eddie and SHOOTS him.

The two men FALL to their knees, FIRING at each other.

Eddie COLLAPSES, dead.

Joe's dead.

Mr. Orange lies perfectly still, except for his chest

heaving. The only SOUND we hear is his loud breathing.

Mr. White is SHOT full of holes, but still on his knees,

not moving.

Mr. Pink is standing motionless. Finally he grabs the

satchel of diamonds and RUNS out the door.

We hear outside a CAR START. Then the SOUND of a BULLHORN

yells out:

POLICE FORCE (OS)

Freeze! Get out of the car and lie

face down on the ground!

MR. PINK (OS)

Don't shoot!

We now hear SIRENS, the SOUNDS of more CARS DRIVING UP,

MEN RUNNING to the warehouse.

While all this noise is going on, Mr. White tries to stand

but FALLS DOWN. He somehow makes it to where Mr. Orange

lies.

He lifts Mr. Orange's head, cradling it in his lap and

stroking his brow.

MR. WHITE

(with much effort)

Sorry, kid. Looks like we're

gonna do a little time.

Mr. Orange looks up at him and, with even more of an

effort:

MR. ORANGE

I'm a cop.

Mr. White doesn't say anything, he keeps stroking Orange's

brow.

MR. ORANGE

I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.

Mr. White lifts his .45 and places the barrel between Mr.

Orange's eyes.

The CAMERA MOVES into an EXTREME C.U. of Mr White.

The SOUNDS of outside STORM inside. We don't see

anything, but we HEAR a bunch of shotguns COCKING.

POLICE FORCE (OS)

Freeze, motherfucker! Drop your

fucking gun!

Mr White looks up at them, smiles, PULLS the trigger.

BANG

We hear a BURST of SHOTGUN FIRE.

Mr. White is BLOWN out of frame, leaving it empty.






For any comments, please direct
them to here

All images and text are property of their respective sources