Nurse Betty Page #34

WESLEY:

I need to get my goddamn head examined.

(BEAT)

You can't rule something out on a whim.

Or because she's cute. I've been

following your whims all across the U.S.

of A. and now I'm tired! Me!

CHARLIE:

Wesley...

WESLEY:

"It's beneath her..." She's a mother

f***ing housewife... nothing's beneath

her!

Wesley stands up for emphasis, pointing a finger in Charlie's

personal space. Charlie reacts at this, throwing his razor

into the sink and turning on Wesley.

CHARLIE:

Boy, you need to get outta my face...

now! You got a feeling, then you do what

you gotta do, but don't you ever try to

tell me my job. Not ever.

It's a standoff. Wesley blinks first. He stalks off and out

of sight. In a moment, he returns.

WESLEY:

Fine. Just fine... I'll go check some

sh*t on my own then. And don't call me

'boy...'

110.

He turns and slams into the door frame. He glares at

Charlie, then exits. When the front door BANGS SHUT allows

himself to go back to his shaving.

123 EXT. STUDIO BUILDINGS - DAY 123

Map in hand, Wesley stand near A GUARD and discreetly asks

questions.

WESLEY:

... what kinda car's Jasmine drive?

GUARD:

Ahh, Mercedes, I think. Black.

WESLEY:

Yeah? The sport utility?

GUARD:

Uh-huh.

WESLEY:

Damn, that's sweet...

(BEAT)

She really that good-looking in person?

GUARD:

Better.

WESLEY:

Oh f***...

Wesley looks around covertly, then produces a fifty.

WESLEY (cont'd)

Hey, can you sneak me on the lot?

GUARD:

Sure.

Wesley smiles and wanders off, headed toward a series of

studio buildings in the distance. The guard watches him go.

GUARD (cont'd)

... it's Sunday, I can sneak anybody on

the lot.

124 INT. HOLLYWOOD MOTEL ROOM - DAY 124

Charlie toys with matches from the Canyon Ranch Bar. Working

off a list of names and phone numbers from his Zaurus, he

makes calls from his room.

111.

CHARLIE:

Betty Sizemore, she's got ten kilos...

Blonde hair, a great figure... sort of a

whole Doris Day thing going on. That's

what I said-- Doris Day. You could see

her working at the U.N., or something.

'The U.N.' "United Nations." Forget

it...

(BEAT)

Nobody like that? You're sure? Yeah,

Detroit by way of Kansas... Alright, let

me know if you hear anything, okay?

He hangs up. Deletes another one off the list and looks out

the window. Checks the now well-worn photo of Betty. He's

starting to doubt himself.

125 INT. ROSA'S APARTMENT / BATHROOM - EVENING 125

Rosa stands in the doorway as Betty, wearing one of Rosa's

hotter outfits, puts on her makeup.

BETTY:

Are you sure I can borrow this?

ROSA:

No, please. Go ahead, it's your

funeral...

BETTY:

Rosa...

ROSA:

Well, what if this guy's just playing

with you? What if he's lying about who

he is?

BETTY:

You should have a little faith in people.

ROSA:

Does he ever talk about medicine? His

patients, the hospital?

BETTY:

All the time. It's always "Loma Vista"

this, "Loma Vista" that.

The DOORBELL RINGS. Rosa goes to the front door and looks

through the peephole, then opens the door. George McCord,

flowers in hand, gives his best leading man smile.

112.

GEORGE:

You must be Rosa. I've heard so much

about you... I'm George McCord.

ROSA:

Not as much as I've heard about you.

She's a very nice girl and you better not

hurt her.

GEORGE:

What?

Betty appears.

BETTY:

Rosa, so you've met David?

ROSA:

Sure did! And a funny thing, Betty, he

introduced himself to me as George!

BETTY:

Oh, he does that.

(hugging him)

It's this silly game he plays. Half the

people who know him call him George.

126 EXT. ROSA'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 126

GEORGE:

I don't think your friend likes me.

BETTY:

She's a little jealous, I think. And

confused when it comes to men...

(BEAT)

So where are we going?

GEORGE:

Well, first I thought Patina, and then

the Ivy, but then I thought of somewhere

a little more romantic. Like my place.

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