Get Carter Page #7

Cyrus laughs and sips his drink. Geraldine looks pissed.

JACK:

Does that entitle her to stock

options and a pension plan?

CYRUS:

It sure does. What do you do,

Jack?

The six-eight, 300-pound Big Mike, stares at Jack.

BIG MIKE (LIMO DRIVER)

Let me know if there’s a problem

here, Cy.

Jack meets Big Mike’s cold stare.

CYRUS:

No, no, it’s okay, Mike.

JACK:

No, it looks like I better get

back to my seat. Nice to meet you

all.

Jack stares at Cyrus, but his sunglasses are too big a

shield. Jack reaches for them and Cyrus, with a powerful

sweep of the arm, grabs Jack’s wrist.

(CONTINUED)

40.

CONTINUED:

CYRUS:

You don’t want to do that, Jack.

JACK:

I was just curious to see what

your eyes look like.

Cyrus smiles, lets go, and speaks with a lisp.

CYRUS:

Well, gee, all you had to do was

ask.

Jack gently lifts the shades up and the two lock eyes.

CYRUS:

They’re pretty, aren’t they?

JACK:

(nodding)

Like cat piss in the snow.

Cyrus’s smile turns to a frown as Jack climbs the stairs.

ANNOUNCER (V.O.)

The horses are settled in... and

away they go!

The crowd goes nuts.

Cyrus turns back to watch the race. Geraldine, however,

watches Jack until he disappears.

EXT. RACETRACK -HORSES

They round the final turn and "down the stretch they

come." Sweet Di has the lead and the crowd feels it.

But here comes Institutionalized. She closes on Sweet

Di, overtakes her in the last hundred yards, and wins by

a length and a half.

INT./EXT. RACETRACK -UPSET AND STUNNED CROWD

They curse and rip their tickets. Jack sips a new beer,

gives the BARKEEP a $20-dollar tip, and raises his cup in

a "cheers" gesture.

BARTENDER:

Thank you very much, sir!

Jack turns away from the bar and sitting there in her

wheelchair is Rose. She points her finger up at him.

(CONTINUED)

41.

CONTINUED:

ROSE:

You little sonofabitch!

CUT TO:

EXT. HOLLYWOOD PARK PARKING LOT -LATE AFTERNOON

Jack walks with an armed security guard to the Olds and

opens the trunk. The guard looks around, a lockbox

handcuffed to his wrist.

The guard removes the lockbox and Jack places it in the

trunk next to the CD player. Jack rips off three

hundred-dollar bills for the guard and slams the trunk.

JACK’S DISTANT POV

Across the lot, Big Mike holds a limousine door open for

Cyrus and his crew.

JACK:

jumps in the Oldsmobile and follows.

CUT TO:

EXT. HAVENHURST BLVD. (VALLEY) -LATE AFTERNOON BACK

SEAT POV:

The back of Jack’s head, the limo he’s following, and the

upscale homes of Encino. JIMI HENDRIX’ "Stone Free"

PLAYS SOFTLY in the b.g.

INT. LIMOUSINE -PARTY

Cyrus snorts a line of cocaine with JODIE, the bleach

blonde. He offers Geraldine but she shakes her head.

The Chinese businessman now flirts aggressively with

Jodie.

CYRUS:

Jodie will take great care of you.

The businessman grins and nods, nods and grins. Cyrus

nods to Julie, who surreptitiously dumps a small vial of

liquid in the businessman’s drink without him seeing.

JODIE:

Me love you long time.

(CONTINUED)

42.

CONTINUED:

He sips as Geraldine whispers to Cyrus.

GERALDINE:

What is that stuff she -

CYRUS:

Flunitrazepam Rohypnal.

GERALDINE:

What, roofies?

CYRUS:

The same sh*t we always use. Ten

times the strength of Valium.

Don’t smell, don’t taste, and it

don’t change the pretty color of

champagne.

Geraldine stares out the window and thinks to herself.

CUT TO:

EXT. HIGH-WALLED ESTATE -LATER

The limousine enters through the front gates. Jack

continues around the corner and parks. He checks his

Rolex and waits.

CUT TO:

EXT. EXTRAVAGANT BEDROOM -SAME TIME

A Monet painting hangs over a king-sized bed with a green

silk comforter. Jodie enters with the now-f***ed-up

Chinese businessman in tow. She takes off her shirt,

turns back and stares at him.

JODIE:

Get over here.

CUT TO:

EXT. HIGH-WALLED ESTATE -LATER

Jack exits the Olds. He pulls himself up the eight-foot

stone wall and looks over into the thin woods.

Jack drops over onto the property with a thud. He gets

to his feet and skirts sideways through the tree cover.

(CONTINUED)

43.

CONTINUED:

Unbeknownst to Jack, on the ground, a photoelectric

sensor flashes from green to red.

Jack slides his way along the trees, looking beyond a

flat expanse of lawn to the far mansion.

JACK’S POV

Twenty exposed yards to the guest house.

BACK TO SCENE:

He heads over.

INT. GUEST HOUSE HALLWAY -JACK

He crosses the hall, slips through another door, and

hears MUSIC.

INT. HIDDEN CAMERA ROOM -SAME TIME

Jack slides in behind and stares at TWO CAMERAMAN smoking

a joint and filming something we can’t see. TOM PETTY

plays on the cheap RADIO in the b.g.

CAMERAMAN #1

I heard he’s some bigshot C.E.O.

CAMERAMAN #2

Global Web-something. We’re goin’

worldwide here.

CAMERAMAN #1

Not with that cock.

CAMERAMAN #2

All the more reason to ante up.

Jack moves to get a better angle and now sees the action.

TWO-WAY MIRROR POV

Jodie takes the Chinese businessman to the wall-length

mirror, undresses him, and gives a wink to the mirror.

INT. HIDDEN CAMERA ROOM

The two men bust up laughing.

(CONTINUED)

44.

CONTINUED:

CAMERAMAN #1

Jodie’s so f***ing classic.

CAMERAMAN #2

Yeah, but I don’t wanna see her

f***ing face. I want his.

Christ. Wanna bet twenty bucks

this Chinese f*** leaves his socks

on?

CAMERAMAN #1

Let’s go fifty.

EXT. HIGH-WALLED ESTATE -JACK

Again moving through the tree cover. Jack closes in on

the mansion. He catches his jacket on a branch and

regards the damage.

JACK:

Son of a -

He stops and looks to the ground. Another photoelectric

sensor near his feet. He bends down and looks to the

light. It’s red. Jack looks up suddenly -

A gust of FIRE blows him back into a tree. Small flames

lick at the branches.

JACK’S POV

Big Mike the driver wields a FLAMETHROWER. Cyrus laughs,

pistol in hand.

CYRUS:

Holy sh*t! That thing is f***ing

insanity!

BACK TO SCENE:

Jack looks up, eyelashes charred.

CYRUS:

Hit him again!

Big Mike does it again and Jack dives face-first to the

ground, barely escaping the flame.

Cyrus points his gun and lights a clove cigarette from a

flaming branch.

(CONTINUED)

45.

CONTINUED:

CYRUS:

Lose the .45. Nice and f***in’

easy. Just like the shampoo.

Jack opens his jacket. Nothing.

CYRUS:

The ankle then.

(as Jack looks

confused)

What am I, a f***in’ dipshit!

Downstairs!

Jack shows his ankles. Nothing again.

CYRUS:

I guess you’re the dipshit. All

right. Go ahead, Mike.

Big Mike sets down the flamethrower, walks over, and

unloads on Jack. Punch after punch after punch. Jack

finally crashes to his knees.

Big Mike turns and sees Cyrus walking away. He turns

back to Jack, and Jack kicks him square in the kneecap.

The man buckles in agony. Jack kicks again to the same

area and Big Mike falls to the ground, screaming.

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