Get Shorty Page #17

BONES:

Where's my money?

Harry can't speak; his jaw is broken. He looks sad lying

there pinned beneath Ray Bones' shoe, wondering how it all

went so wrong.

Bones pulls a 9mm from his coat pocket and aims it down at

Harry's face . . .

BONES:

Harry. I'm gonna ask you one more time, then I'm gonna shoot

you, you don't tell me what I wanna know . . .

Harry just makes a noise. Bones aims the gun at him.

BONES:

Where's my money?

VOICE:

Your money?

Ray Bones looks over as Ronnie Wingate strolls into the

office . . . Harry actually looks glad to see him.

RONNIE:

Who the f*** are you?

BONES:

Ray Barboni. From Miami.

RONNIE:

What, like that's supposed to mean something to me?

Ronnie then puts a cigarette in his mouth, eyes Bones. Harry

tries to follow what's happening from the floor.

RONNIE:

The man you're steppin' on belongs to me and my partner.

BONES:

He owes me money.

RONNIE:

Get in line, bro.

BONES:

I don't like waiting.

RONNIE:

Tough sh*t, bro. This ain't Miami. You want something, talk

to me.

BONES:

Hey, fuckball, I don't need your permission. L.A.'s an open

city.

Ronnie opens his jacket so that Ray Bones can see the .357

Ronnie's got tucked into his belt.

RONNIE:

Yeah, well, I just closed it.

Bones looks at the gun, looks up at Ronnie standing there,

hands on his hips, holding his jacket open. Bones raises his

own gun . . .

BONES:

You a quick draw . . . 'bro?' You better be, your piece

stuck way down in your belt like that.

RONNIE:

Whatta you got there . . . some kinda pop nine, the f***in'

Fiat of guns, always jammin' at the wrong time.

Okay. Bones thinks about that. His confidence a little

shaken. They stand there a moment. Harry raises his hand,

makes a gurgling noise as . . .

Ronnie goes for his gun.

Boom. Boom. Boom. Harry closes his eyes as Ray Bones shoots

Ronnie over and over, knocking the guy backwards until he

hits the door, and slumps to the floor.

Ray Bones stares at Ronnie a moment, then comes out of his

trance, looks down . . . quickly steps back . . .

BONES:

Don't you puke on my shoes, Harry.

Harry rolls over on to his side. Ray Bones deep in thonght

now, picks the telephone up off the floor, sets it back down

on the desk, then looks at Ronnie again.

BONES:

Harry. I need you to do me a favor . . .

Harry rolls over and looks up at Ray Bones.

BONES:

I need you to take this gun and put a pill in the bro over

there for me.

Harry looks at the dead Ronnie Wingate, slumped up against

the door, staring vacantly back at him.

BONES:

I know what you're thinking, 'Why the f*** would I shoot

him? He's already dead.'

Ray Bones crouches down beside him. Harry winces as Ray puts

the gun in Harry's broken hand.

BONES:

But see, the cops got these tests, tell them whether or not

a person fired a gun. And I was never here.

Harry looks pleadingly at Ray Bones.

BONES:

You understand, Harry? I was never here. You say I was, and

I'm gonna come back here throw you out that f***in' window.

Harry looks at the gun, feebly aims it at Bones. Bones

frowns, pushes the gun away . . .

BONES:

C'mon, knock it off, Harry. We don't have a lotta time here

. . .

Harry looks up at Ronnie, raises the gun . . .

EXT. KAREN'S BACKYARD -- DUSK

Beer in hand, Chili sits in a chaise longue by the pool.

Karen watches him a moment from the doorway . . .

KAREN:

Not a worry in the world.

He looks over . . .

CHILI:

Your pool needs skimming.

She comes over, sits down.

KAREN:

That was Martin. He wants to have lunch tomorrow. That is,

if you can make it.

CHILI:

Depends, who pays?

KAREN:

Definitely not Martin. Movie stars never pick up the check.

They have no idea what things cost. Most of them don't know

their zip code and a lot don't even know their own phone

number.

Chili looks at Karen a moment.

CHILI:

How'd you meet Martin anyway?

KAREN:

Not unlike the way Nicki met him. Except it was a wrap

party. Why?

CHILI:

I don't know, I'm just havin' some trouble seeing you two

together.

KAREN:

You don't like Martin much, do you?

CHILI:

Oh, I like him. I just think he's . . . short. I mean, he's

a good actor and all, but I'm wondering what it was exactly

you saw in Marty.

KAREN:

For starters, Marty wasn't Martin back then.

Feeling him staring, she keeps her eyes on the sunset, and

tries to change the subject . . .

KAREN:

So what about your story. You thought of a title yet?

CHILI:

How 'bout Get Shorty? Except that isn't a movie. That's real

life.

KAREN:

How 'bout Chili's Hollywood Adventure.

CHILI:

That's a different story. I'm still working on that one, you

know, getting the visual fabric just right.

(then)

Although I've added to it.

He looks at her, puts his drink down.

KAREN:

Yeah?

CHILI:

Yeah. There's a girl in it now.

KAREN:

Really.

And he leans over and kisses her.

INT. KAREN'S BEDROOM -- NIGHT

Karen and Chili lie in bed together. She looks at him . . .

KAREN:

I think you could be an actor. I know you're acting

sometimes, but you don't show it.

CHILI:

You thought I was faking?

KAREN:

No. I don't mean that. I just meant in general.

CHILI:

Oh.

The're both quiet a moment. Then . . .

CHILI:

You don't mean a movie star? More like a character actor?

KAREN:

Whichever. Let's talk about it tomorrow.

But Chili can't stop thinking about this now . . .

CHILI:

I mean I could see myself in movies Robert De Niro had been

in. Or I could maybe do an Al Pacino movie, play a hard-on.

But I couldn't see myself in ones, like say the one where

the three guys get stuck with a baby. They don't know how to

take care of it and you see these big grown-up a**holes

acting cute --

KAREN:

Hey, Chili? Look at me.

She leans over and kisses him. Is still kissing him when the

PHONE RINGS. They ignore it, let things heat up as we hear

the ANSWERING MACHINE pick up O.S....

KAREN (V.O.)

I'm not in right now. Leave a message at the beep . . .

A BEEP, followed by . . .

DORIS (V.O.)

Hi, Karen. It's Doris. Listen, doll, you might wanna come by

Cedars tonight and visit Harry. He's in the emergency room .

. .

Chili and Karen both jerk upright.

INT. EMERGENCY ROOM -- SAME TIME

As Doris leads Karen and Chili towards the triage area.

DORIS:

I stopped by his office to see if he wanted to take me to Le

Dome for dinner when I saw Harry and this other man lying on

the floor.

Doris smiles as two UNIFORMED COPS walk past.

DORIS:

Goodnight, Todd. Night, Louis.

Karen and Chili exchange a look as they follow her into . .

.

THE TRIAGE AREA:

Where Harry lies in bed in a pain-killer stupor. Both of his

eyes are black. His face is swollen and purple.

KAREN:

Harry . . . My God . . .

CHILI:

What happened?

He raises a bandaged hand and waves feebly . . .

DORIS:

He can't talk. He's full of Demerol.

Harry tries to pull away as she runs a hand through his

hair.

CHILI:

Who'd he shoot?

DORIS:

According to Todd -- Sergeant Randall -- a man named Ronnie

came by Harry's office to collect on a debt. He got rough

and Harry shot him.

CHILI:

You shot one of the limo guys?

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