10,000 Saints Page #6
like a jumping bean.
She?
- So they told you?
- No.
No, I mean, I didn't
want to know.
For some reason I keep
calling it Annabelle.
Oh, well, your mom's
gonna be psyched.
You know, we're getting
you home before nine.
- No screaming, okay?
- Yeah.
All right. Okay.
I can't believe you, of
all people, ratted us out.
I didn't tell her!
She got the one
bill the hospital
didn't send to my apartment.
That's how far I've gone
to cover for your asses.
Anything for
a pound, right, Les?
Leave the actual parenting
to somebody who has the time.
Okay, you can blame me for
screwing up my own kids,
but this one you can't
pin on me, okay?
Thank you.
Well, I suppose I could've
kept better tabs on her,
if I just let her drop out and
smoke reefer all day, hey?
Okay, listen, you two are
peas in a pod, all right?
You know why she doesn't
tell you anything, Diane?
Because you try to control
every situation
you get your hands on.
And you know why she does that,
'cause you are totally
out of control, all right?
What, you been kicked out of
19 schools already.
Two, Les, two.
You love to exaggerate,
don't you?
Yeah, well no wonder
she wants you to go
to this Florence
Critteren facility.
Sh*t!
- Florence who?
- Oh, God.
Why would I need to go
to a facility?
It's the only place
that'll have you.
It's a place where
they take your baby.
No, no, they don't take it.
They don't sell it into slavery.
They don't.
They give it to loving parents
who can take care
of it properly.
You mean people like my dad?
On, God! Okay.
Okay, that's this, this,
what's his name?
- Johnny.
- Johnny, thank you.
Okay, so what I don't want right
now, is a big scene, okay?
Okay.
This is an adult situation which
we're all going to get through
like civilized people, right?
I've even had Nina make us
all a nice leg of lamb.
We're vegan.
So I hear you three
have been spending
quite a bit of time together.
Oops, sorry.
It's like they speak
in code, isn't it, Les.
They say, um, "Straight Edge,".
- Vaygan...
- Vegan.
Vegan's are from the
the planet Vega.
Vegan, sorry. Vegan, yeah.
We just go to the
temple mostly.
Yeah, I heard. The, the temple.
Not like the temple where
Eliza was bat mitzvah'ed, no.
It's the Hare Krishna temple
in Brooklyn.
No, of course it is.
So what do you do for
a living Johnny?
I'm a musician.
I'm also a tattoo artist,
but I don't... I don't tell
too many people that,
'cause it's illegal in
the city right now.
You don't have to worry about
telling her anything,
she's practically married
to a drug dealer.
Uh-uh, a botanist.
No, we're not even
remotely married.
Specialty in cannabis.
So do you manage to
make a decent living
applying your tattoos?
Um, I'm getting there.
I work out of my
squat right now,
so there's not a whole
lot of overhead.
That's smart.
In fact, there's none.
What about your family,
where do they live?
You know, I don't really
have much family, ma'am.
- But I will soon.
- Christ!
Sorry.
- Sorry.
- No, I'm sorry, Mom.
I'm sorry that my
entire existence
- has disappointed you.
- Okay...
You know I bet that
first kid you aborted
would have been a real winner.
Eliza!
You obviously picked the wrong
fetus.
For God's sake, Eliza!
Oh, my God!
Here's the fact, ma'am.
I want this baby just as
much as Eliza does
and nothing in this world
So given that, I feel like
now is as good a time as any.
What, no, stop.
Wait, okay, okay...
Sorry, hello? Dinner
is officially over. Les!
Yeah, okay, yeah.
Hey, hey, Johnny, Johnny...
It's a school night,
Les, could you help him go?
Yeah, come on, man.
I thought this
is what we wanted.
Bad timing, bud. Bad timing.
Good night, sweetheart. It
was really nice to meet you.
I'm sure I'll see
you again soon.
Um, thanks for coming, okay?
You're not going anywhere.
Les!
Shh, shh! Hey, come on now.
Hey, it's 3:
30 in the morning,all right? Jude's asleep.
Good. I need to talk
to you alone.
Oh, my God!
How did you escape?
Waited for her
Valium to kick in
and slipped out the
service stairwell.
Oh, great, great.
So, what, you're gonna,
you're gonna move in with us?
- Only temporarily.
- Yeah?
Johnny and I are
getting married
and I'm going on tour
with the band.
Okay, well, just so you know,
that's about the worst
f***ing plan I've ever heard
in my whole life, okay?
I do know. Have you got
a better one?
I do. You have the baby here
and then, you know, we sell
it on the black market.
I got a dude in Brooklyn
who says he'll give us
an easy 10 grand
for a white one.
And What if it's not White?
Well, that sounds like
a conversation you
should have with
good old Johnny.
Come on, you really
want to marry this
necklace-wearing Hare Rama?
You love this guy?
I love how much he cares.
Right, and...
And we can't get a
real marriage license
till I turn 18 without
parental consent
and that's obviously not
going to happen.
It's more of a spiritual
union thing at the temple.
Okay. All right, well.
Why don't you just try playing
it all a little bit by ear,
you know?
Is that what you do, Les?
You just play it all by ear?
Yeah, I find it's the best
organ to play by.
Yeah, I mean, I have been
accused of playing by another,
but, uh...
Come on.
No, hey.
Come on, you're just so young,
sweetheart. You are.
I just need some place
safe to go, Les.
Some place
I can actually think,
away from her.
You know, if I help you out,
it'll pretty much
destroy what's left
of my relationship with
your mother, right?
Well...
Oh.
Did you meet my old lady when
you were out there in Vermont?
No. We were too busy
with sex and drugs.
Well, she's a piece of work,
you know, but...
she's better at this kind
of sh*t than I am.
You know, I believe in
this and I have to do it
for Teddy.
Neither of us had
a father in our life.
It would mean a lot to me if
you'd say, you'd understand.
I can't say that
because I don't.
There's a strong tradition
in lots of cultures
that when a man dies,
his brother steps
in to marry his wife.
It's even in Krishna
consciousness,
re-read the Laws of Manu.
They call it
"widow inheritance."
Now that's f***ing romantic.
So you're just going to
carry your brother's ashes
around with you, forever?
Rooster, come on.
Not even the dead
get to be free.
Les!
Open the door, you f***.
I know you're in there.
Just trying to get my daughter.
Oh, all right.
Les!
Hey!
Take good care of her,
Saint Jude.
It's a bit late for that, Dad.
The van's a piece of sh*t.
I'm talking about Eliza, champ.
You should talk to
Johnny about that.
- He's her husband now.
- Mmm.
At least in the
eyes of Krishna.
You don't sound too
happy about that.
What are you going to do? Hmm.
Try to get Princess Di
off your trail,
if she'll even talk to me.
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