Nurse Betty Page #33

Ballard doesn't say anything. He's very grim, subdued. Roy

has never seen him like this.

BALLARD:

Just shut up a second and listen... That,

uh... that bar in Arizona? Where you

said Betty was?

ROY:

What about it?

BALLARD:

Any idea where it is?

ROY:

Little place called "Williams," why?

BALLARD:

I just got something off the wire. The

woman who owns it was murdered last

night.

(BEAT)

Now, I'm not saying I agree with you or

nothing, but... what else do you know?

ROY:

I know plenty.

120 EXT. LYLA'S HOUSE - DAY 120

Palatial, spartan. Lyla is sitting in the inner court of her

Lloyd Wright home with George at one knee.

GEORGE:

She makes me stretch! I got inside my

character last night like I haven't done

in six years on "Reason". It was a

totally rejuvenating experience.

LYLA:

I know, George, I was there. I'm not

denying that she's good.

GEORGE:

She's even taken a job as a nurse!

(BEAT)

David Ravell's getting boring, Lyla.

107.

LYLA:

We know that...

GEORGE:

Can I have an evil twin?

LYLA:

No, George, we've already done that with

Lonnie. The blind one last year,

remember?

GEORGE:

Oh, of course. Who can forget the Emmy?

(BEAT)

Then let me bring Betty to the set and

see what happens.

LYLA:

I don't know, George...

GEORGE:

I'll tell the cast ahead of time. What do

you say?

LYLA:

I'll think about it.

GEORGE:

It'll be like live television! Let's

live on the edge a little. You and I can

break the mold here!

LYLA:

I said I'll think about it.

GEORGE:

Fine, but promise me one thing. If we

use her, I want to direct those episodes.

She's my discovery.

LYLA:

Actually, she was my discovery... just

like you.

GEORGE:

Hmm?

LYLA:

"Would you like ground pepper on that

salad, Ms. Branch?" Remember?

GEORGE:

... yeah.

108.

120A EXT. L.A. FREEWAY - NIGHT 120A

The black Lincoln Town car hurdles along the 10 Freeway, a

revitalized Charlie back at the wheel. Surrounded by

traffic, the lights of the city in the distance, the two men

push on toward their new destination.

121 EXT. HOLLYWOOD MOTEL - THE NEXT DAY 121

The black Lincoln Town Car - now washed and gleaming - is

parked in front of a modest motel.

122 INT. HOLLYWOOD MOTEL / BATHROOM - DAY 122

Charlie looks like a new man - showered, clear-eyed and

energized - he's at the sink shaving as Wesley watches from

his seat on the edge of the bathtub.

CHARLIE:

So you believed the bartender. Why?

WESLEY:

Well... I think I saw her soul.

CHARLIE:

That's good. You're learning. But let

me tell you why I know she was lying.

(BEAT)

First off, Betty would never fall for a

soap star. It's beneath her.

WESLEY:

I dunno, that lady sounded pretty sure...

CHARLIE:

No, no, Betty came here strictly for

business, 'cause it's the biggest market

for what she's selling. I should have

known it all along. I'm kicking myself

as I shave here. So, first thing we...

WESLEY:

Wait, wait, wait a minute... that doesn't

make sense.

CHARLIE:

What doesn't?

WESLEY:

You gimme this bullshit Psychic Friends

theory, you believe that dumbshit

trucker, you believe this woman...

109.

CHARLIE:

I never said that I believed...

WESLEY:

No, you believed her, we drove all the

way to L.A. so that means you trusted her

that much... so why's the rest of her

story suddenly so kooky? Huh?

CHARLIE:

'Cause I just don't buy it. Call it

instinct. Call it 35 years of

professional know-how...

WESLEY:

I call it 'nutty' as my sh*t after I eat

Almond Roca...

CHARLIE:

You need to remember who you're talking

to...

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