Bachelor Party Page #19

GARY:

Ladies... come here.

HOOKER:

Talk to the pimp.

She gestures to a MAN with his back TO US.

GARY:

Let's talk.

The PIMP turns around and we SEE he is the stereotypical

pimp. One big difference: he's an Indian straight from the

streets of Calcutta. He's soft-spoken and ever smiling and

he still hasn't quite mastered English.

RAJAH:

(oh-so-heavy Indian

accent)

What can I be doing for you?

GARY:

You're a pimp?

RAJAH:

I'm telling you I am, Joe.

GARY:

I want women.

RAJAH:

That I got. Very good women. They

sit on your face, anything you want.

GARY:

I'll take some.

RAJAH:

Big problem now. Soon they go to

customers.

GARY:

I need them for a bachelor party at

the Park View Hotel.

RAJAH:

You are being in luck. Customers in

same hotel. I let you have them at

cut-rate price for 45 minutes.

GARY:

Sold. 45 minutes. No problem.

RAJAH:

Not one minute longer or Milt will

come for you.

GARY:

Milt?

ANOTHER ANGLE:

MILT joins them. Milt is a massive hulk. A bearded exbiker.

He could have come out of an MX silo. A menacing mountain of

a man decked out in a cowboy hat.

RAJAH:

This being Milt.

Milt casually takes off his hat and immediately sticks his

face through a nearby window, smashing it to pieces. He pulls

his head out, smiles and puts his hat back on.

RAJAH:

(continuing)

Girls back in 45 minutes or Milt

cuts your balls off. Fair enough?

Shake!

Gary extends his hand and they shake.

GARY:

(to himself as he

walks to his car)

I just bet my balls and shook on it.

EXT. HOTEL - NIGHT

The guys are piling back out of the bus into the hotel. The

Manager watches them suspiciously.

INT. HOTEL SUITE

Rick, O'Neill, Ryko and Stan come back into the room.

RICK:

(concerned; calling

O.S.)

Larry! Yo, Larry.

Rick crosses to the bathroom door, opens it and goes in.

RICK'S POV

Larry is on his knees on the side of the tub with his head

submerged fully under several inches of water.

RICK:

(continuing)

What are you doing?

Larry comes out of the water. He gasps for breath and speaks.

LARRY:

I'm killing myself.

He takes a deep breath and submerges his head again. Rick

unplugs the tub and it begins to drain.

RICK:

Larry... you've got to lighten up.

You and the wife can work it out.

The water has drained from the tub, leaving Larry high and

dry. He lifts his head out of the tub. In his state, he's

unaware that the water is gone. He gasps for air as Rick

holds him up.

RICK:

Lar... sometimes when people are mad

they say things they don't mean.

LARRY:

No, she hates me... I want to end

everything here... now.

Larry takes a deep breath and plunges his head into the tub.

His head hits the waterless tub bottom with a loud THUD. He

goes limp from the concussion. His body drapes into the tub,

head first.

RICK:

You okay?

LARRY:

Yeah, I guess so.

RICK:

Really?

LARRY:

Yeah. I see you're right. C'mon,

let's party.

Larry gets up and exits the room. PUSH IN ON Rick. He looks

after Larry, concerned.

RICK:

(to himself)

He ain't all right.

ANGLE - THE LOBBY

Cole sits in a phone booth holding the receiver impatiently.

ANGLE WIDENS TO REVEAL THE ADJOINING PHONE BOOTH

The receiver is off the hook. After a beat, Mr. T. crosses

to the phone. Cole does not see him, and vice versa.

MR. T

Hello?

COLE:

Mr. Thomerson.

MR. T

Yes, son, did you find out where the

bachelor party is?

COLE:

Yes I did.

MR. T

Fine. How's everything going?

COLE:

Not so good. He wouldn't listen to

reason. He stole my car... my

Porsche... I can't find it anywhere...

MR. THOMERSON

So, he's playing hard ball. Well,

two can play that game.

(yelling)

Go after him. Stop at nothing. You

hear me?

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