Devil in a Blue Dress Page #6

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Easy gets out and starts toward the pier.

35 EXT. MALIBU PIER - NIGHT 35

Easy walks past the hamburger stand and on to the railing

that looks out over the ocean.

Hi.

O.S. VOICE

He spins around and sees a chubby 17-year-old white GIRL in

a tight-fitting skirt.

He nods respectfully and turns away to look out at the

water, hoping she'll leave.

GIRL:

It's pretty out here, huh?

Yeah.

EASY:

It's all right.

GIRL:

I'm from Des Moines in Iowa.

are you from?

Where

EASY:

(without looking back)

Huh?... Uh... Texas...

GIRL:

Do they have an ocean in Texas?

EASY:

The Gulf, they have the Gulf.

She leans on the rail next to Easy and he glances over his

shoulder, seeing a couple of the young men looking around

like they've lost someone.

EASY:

I think they're looking for you.

BARBARA:

Who cares? My sister brought me

'cause my parents made her. All

she wants to do is make out with

Herman and smoke cigarettes.

Hey, you!

PIMPLY-FACED BOY

What are you doing?

The five-foot-six-inch twenty-year-old charges straight up

to Easy.

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BARBARA:

(yelling)

Leave him alone, Herman! We were

just talking!

HERMAN:

You were, huh?

(to Easy)

We don't need you talking to our

women.

Easy braces himself as five of Herman's FRIENDS rush over,

including one built like a football player.

FOOTBALL:

Hey! What's wrong?

HERMAN:

N*gger's trying to pick up Barbara.

BARBARA:

Leave him alone! We were just

talking about the ocean!

BARBARA'S SISTER

Barbara!

Football gets right in Easy's face.

FOOTBALL:

Hey, fella, what's wrong with you?

A couple of the other boys have picked up sticks and are

surrounding Easy against the rail.

EASY:

I don't want no trouble.

FOOTBALL:

You already got trouble, boy.

EASY:

Listen... I was just being polite.

HERMAN:

No, you weren't. You were talkin'

about the ocean!

O.S. VOICE

Excuse me.

Easy sees Albright's Panama hat appear behind Football.

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FOOTBALL:

What do you want?

And he whirls around to Albright's smiling face, just in

time to see him pull that rifle-like pistol from inside his

coat, leveling it at his eyes.

ALBRIGHT:

I want to see brains. I want you

to die for me.

Albright c*cks the hammer. It sounds like a bone breaking,

and Barbara starts crying in her sister's arms.

FOOTBALL:

(quickly)

I'm sorry, sir.

Easy nods but Albright is not satisfied.

ALBRIGHT:

The question is:
"Are you sorry

enough?"

FOOTBALL:

Yessir.

ALBRIGHT:

Then prove it... Show him... Get

down on your knees and suck his

peter.

Football starts crying.

EASY:

(to Albright)

I think he got the point--

ALBRIGHT:

(to Football)

You heard me.

He presses the barrel to the boy's forehead and Football

goes down to his knees. The other young men look on in

horror.

ALBRIGHT:

Son of a gun. You were gonna do

it, weren't you?

THUNK! He slaps the barrel of the pistol into the side of

the boy's head. Football screams and the others scatter.

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ALBRIGHT:

Sick bastard.

THUNK! He smacks him again, and blood is everywhere.

ALBRIGHT:

Get out of here. You call the

cops, I'll kill ya!

Football manages to stagger to his feet and stumbles away

into the darkness back out toward the parking lot.

36 Albright wipes his gun with a handkerchief and slides it

back into the holster.

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ALBRIGHT:

I don't think they'd dare call the

cops.

(giggles)

But it'll cost me a few bucks if

they do.

He claps Easy on the back as if it's all been in fun and

giggles like a kid on his way toward the hamburger stand.

Easy looks at him numbly and tags alongside, clutching his

anger in tightly clenched jaws.

ALBRIGHT:

What you got, Easy?

EASY:

You sure no harm is gonna come to

that woman 'cause of me?

Albright doesn't break stride.

ALBRIGHT:

Course not. Mr. Carter wants to

buy her a gold ring and live

happily ever after -- What do ya

got?

Easy exhales, feeling trapped, but he's come this far...

EASY:

Woman told me she's with a man

named Frank Green.

Albright stops; the charm gone, he's all business.

Where?

ALBRIGHT:

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EASY:

He's got an apartment at the Skyler

Arms on Skyler and Eighty-third.

Albright scribbles it down on a note pad.

ALBRIGHT:

Anything else?

EASY:

Frank's a gangster. A hijacker...

Liquor and cigarettes. He's real

good with a knife.

Albright is unable to suppress a smile.

ALBRIGHT:

Ever seen him in action?

EASY:

Naw. I just heard about him.

Albright, still grinning, pulls out the brown "secretary"

and counts out more bills.

ALBRIGHT:

Here's another hundred.

He shoves the money into Easy's hand.

ALBRIGHT:

Buy ya a burger, Easy?

He starts into the screen door of the hamburger stand but

Easy declines.

EASY:

No thanks, Mr. Albright.

ALBRIGHT:

How come you let those boys get

around you like that? War hero

should have been able to pick 'em

off one by one before they got you

against the rail.

EASY:

I don't kill children.

For some reason this is hilarious to Albright. He throws

his head back and wheezes out an almost silent belly laugh,

then winds down.

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ALBRIGHT:

Take it easy.

He disappears into the hamburger joint and Easy walks away

back toward his car.

37 EXT. EASY'S HOUSE - NIGHT 37

Easy pulls in front of his house and notices a dark Ford

parked across the street as he gets out of his car.

A tall, skinny white MAN in a dark blue suit gets out just

ahead of his slightly shorter and heavyset FRIEND.

Easy watches them as he moves toward his walkway.

Mr. Rawlins.

SKINNY MAN:

Yeah.

EASY:

They approach fast but cautiously, the fat one with a hand

in his pocket.

SKINNY MAN:

Mr. Rawlins, I'm Miller and this is

my partner, Mason.

They both hold out badges. Mason is a slob with grease

spots on his wrinkled tan suit.

MILLER:

We want you to come with us.

Where?

EASY:

You'll see.

MASON:

And he takes Easy by the arm.

EASY:

You arresting me?

You'll see.

MASON:

And he starts pulling Easy toward the street.

EASY:

I got a right to know why you're

taking--

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