Get Shorty Page #18

Harry gives Chili a sad look. We then hear . . .

VOICE:

Hello, hello . . .

They all look over as a RESIDENT walks over trailed by

several MED STUDENTS.

RESIDENT:

(enthusiastic)

Okay . . . here we go. Looks like Mr. Zimm here's got a

broken jaw and some neck trauma to go with those fractured

hands . . .

Doris winks at one of the young med students as the resident

then turns to her, Karen, Chili.

RESIDENT:

Excuse me, folks . . .

They step back as the Resident pulls the curtain shut,

blocking their view of Harry.

KAREN:

Hey, Harry, listen, Martin wanted to meet us tomorrow at the

Ivy for lunch. I'd cancel, but Martin's going to Cannes next

week, so I think maybe Chili and I should still go.

We hear HARRY GRUNT from behind the curtain, then . . .

RESIDENT (O.S.)

Okay, who wants to take a crack at wiring Mr. Zimm's jaw?

Chili and Karen look at each other as we then . . .

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. BO'S DECK -- MORNING

A PHOTOGRAPH OF HARRY ZIMM

Standing beside some giant mutant maggot or something. We

begin PULLING BACK . . . now we can read a headline above

the photograph, 'PRODUCER INVOLVED IN SHOOTING.'

BO CATLETT (V.O.)

Motherf***er . . .

As Bo Catlett sits on his deck reading the newspaper. From

inside, we hear the front door open and a moment later, the

Bear steps out on to the deck, with Farrah, his little girl.

BO CATLETT:

Motherf***er . . .

Bo Catlett looks over as Bear CLEARS HIS THROAT, indicates

Farrah . . .

BO CATLETT:

Hey, Bear. I been calling you, man. Where you been?

FARRAH:

Hi Bo.

BO CATLETT:

Hey, Farrah. Hah you, little honey bunny. You wipe your

feet, for you come in here? Keep Uncle Bo's carpet nice and

white.

BEAR:

You see the paper?

BO CATLETT:

I seen it, but I don't believe it. Says Harry shot Ronnie

five times. Four to the chest and one through his foot.

BEAR:

His foot. Jeez, poor Ronnie . . .

BO CATLETT:

Yeah, I'm really gonna miss him.

Bo throws the paper aside.

BO CATLETT:

Listen, tonight, later on, I got one for you doesn't involve

any heavy work. I want you to go have a look around Chili

Palmer's hotel room.

BEAR:

I can't. I got to take Farrah to Satan's place down in Costa

Mesa.

BO CATLETT:

Who?

BEAR:

Her mother. Not that it matters because I don't work for you

no more. I quit. I just wanted to come by, tell you to your

face so there's no misunderstanding.

BO CATLETT:

Whoa . . . This is the man used to jump offa high buildings?

BEAR:

Into air bags. There's no cushion under what you're doing.

I'm out of it, Cat. I'm done.

BO CATLETT:

Bear. The Colombians are in L.A. Seems they all upset about

their money. That ain't enough, as a bonus, it turns out the

yoyo was Escobar's nephew.

BEAR:

That's your problem. You shouldn't've smoked the guy.

Bo Catlett looks at the Bear, then smiles at Farrah . . .

BO CATLETT:

Come here, honey bunny, come sit with your Uncle Bo. He

hates being alone.

Bear watches uncomfortably as Farrah sits down with Bo. Bo

looks up at the Bear . . .

BO CATLETT:

Fact, he hates it so much, if he takes a fall, he ain't

gonna fall by himself.

Bo Catlett keeps his mouth close to her ear . . .

BO CATLETT:

He's gonna plea-deal his way out. Give up this ace stunt man

now one of the West Coast dope kings, if they go easy on the

Cat.

BEAR:

Come here, Farrah . . .

Bo Catlett holds on to her, looks up at the Bear.

BO CATLETT:

I heard in the Federal joints they let you spend an extra

five minutes at the glass with your Daddy on Father's Day.

BEAR:

Farrah. Come here.

Farrah slips off the couch, walks over to the Bear . . .

BEAR:

After this one, I'm out, Cat, you understand? This is the

last time we talk to each other.

BO CATLETT:

Remember Harry's story about the dry cleaner Palmer was

after? Guy who stole the three hundred grand from the

airline?

BEAR:

What about him?

BO CATLETT:

I was thinking tonight you could go have a look around

Palmer's hotel room while I go check out Karen Flores'

place. See if he hasn't stashed it somewhere.

BEAR:

(beat)

And if we don't happen to find it under Palmer's mattress or

inside Karen Flores' undie drawer? What then?

BO CATLETT:

Just do what I told you and meet me back here at midnight.

And he winks at Farrah.

EXT. KAREN'S HOUSE -- DAY

Chili's minivan is parked out front.

VOICE (V.O.)

Sunset Marquis.

INT. KAREN'S HOUSE -- SAME TIME

Chili, dressed in his suit, on the phone.

CHILI:

This is Mr. Palmer. I have any messages.

HOTEL OPERATOR:

(PHONE)

A Tommy Carlo called. He said to tell you that a Mr. Barboni

was on his way to Los Angeles and that you should . . .

(clears throat)

. . . get the f*** out of there.

CHILI:

When was this?

OPERATOR:

Two nights ago.

Chili hangs up as Karen comes into the room wearing a black

suit, no blouse underneath, putting on an earring.

CHILI:

Wow. Nice earrings.

EXT. KAREN'S HOUSE -- DAY

As Karen and Chili walk out to the minivan . . .

CHILI:

What kinda food they serve at this Ivy place anyway?

KAREN:

Continental, but it doesn't matter. Martin won't order from

the menu.

He opens the door for her . . .

CHILI:

Why not?

KAREN:

Because a movie star can never order straight from the menu.

They have to think of something they have to have that isn't

on the menu.

EXT. THE IVY -- DAY

As the valet drives off with Chili's minivan, a CAB pulls up

and Harry -- his hands bandaged, his neck in a massive brace

-- gets out . . .

KAREN:

Harry, what're you doing? You're supposed to be in the

hospital.

CHILI:

Yeah, Harry, you look like you belong in one of your horror

movies.

Harry waves them off points to himself as he mumbles through

his wired jaw . . .

HARRY:

. . . my project . . .

He then pushes past them and limps up the steps. The hubub

on the patio quiets as the three of them then walk up to the

Maitre D'.

INT. THE IVY -- DAY

MAITRE D'

Mr. Zimm. Nice to see you.

Harry looks at him, not used to being greeted like this.

MAITRE D'

Right this way.

All eyes are on Harry as they're led to a table. Karen sits

down, looks about at all of the gawking diners . . .

KAREN:

You're a celebrity, Harry. You shoulda shot someone a long

time ago.

Chili watches Harry try to shake a cigarette out of the

pack. Chili reaches over and helps him out.

CHILI:

Tell me, Harry, what'd you think of Ray Bones as a person?

Harry goes stiff, looks at Chili as he lights one for

himself . . .

CHILI:

Only a guy like Bones would mess you up like this, break

your hands for no reason. He shoot Ronnie, too?

Harry looks at Karen, quickly looks away.

CHILI:

Thing I don't get, Harry, is why'd you go and do a thing

like talking to Ray Bones. You don't need guys like him or

Bo Catlett.

Harry looks at Chili now.

CHILI:

I been here a while now and far as I can tell you're the

only person in town actually making a movie instead of just

talking about it.

Before Harry can answer, we hear a murmur and Chili and

Karen look across the patio to the street, where . . .

EXT. THE IVY -- DAY

MARTIN WEIR:

gets out of a NEW MINIVAN, exactly like Chili's rental.

INT. THE IVY -- DAY

We PAN WITH Martin as he stops off to say hello to people

sticking their hands out at him to greet him, laugh at his

stupid jokes . . .

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