Nurse Betty Page #41

BALLARD:

You killed that bartender in Arizona and

the trucker in Texas, didn't you?

WESLEY:

How did you find Betty?

BALLARD:

I just put it all together. I knew David,

Lonnie and Chloe were from that show.

Roy starts freaking out, trying to talk through the tape.

BALLARD (cont'd)

Betty thinks they're real people. It

sounded crazy, but it was worth a shot.

Roy is apoplectic...

133.

WESLEY:

What do you want?!

Wesley tears his tape off.

ROY:

That's a lie! I figured it out! I've

been trying to tell this dumbass--

BALLARD:

F*** you, Roy Ostrey!

ROY:

--small-time, pissant, Barney Fife--

WESLEY:

SHUT UP! Shut the f*** up, both of you,

before I kill you!

ROY:

I'm the one who watched the show...I

was...

WESLEY:

Did Chloe crack?

ROY:

Totally. She came apart like a house of

cards. They dropped the charges...

WESLEY:

Goddamn... how 'bout Jasmine?

ROY:

She's a lesbian.

Wesley immediately pulls his gun and points it at Roy's head.

WESLEY:

You lie, motherf***er...

ROY:

I swear to God!

Rosa STAMPS her feet, drawing Wesley's attention. She tries

to talk through the duct tape; gestures for him to come to

her.

WESLEY:

What?! You scream, you die.

He yanks the tape off. Rosa winces.

ROSA:

I have a tape of today's show.

134.

141 INT. ROSA'S APARTMENT - BEDROOM - SAME TIME 141

Betty is sitting on the bed. Charlie leans against the wall,

facing her. He has trouble starting this.

CHARLIE:

... I never meet people like you. I'm a

garbageman of the human conditon. I deal

with trash, mostly, people willing to

trade any part of themselves for a few

more minutes of their rotten lives. But

you... you're different.

BETTY:

I am?

CHARLIE:

Sure. You could probably have any thing

you wanted... somebody as beautiful and

stylish as yourself, and you don't even

realize it.

Betty looks curiously over at Charlie.

CHARLIE (cont'd)

I'm appreciably older than you, but my

health is good. I take care of myself,

and I got some money socked away. You'd

never have to work agin, that's for sure.

I'd treat you like a queen.

BETTY:

Umm, I don't think that...

CHARLIE:

Wait. Let me get this out.

(clears his throat)

I like the symphony, walks in the rain,

sunsets, animals and children. I read

passionately, and I like to discuss

things. I'm basically conservative, but

flexible. I've been involved in the

death of thirty-two people, but I can

live with that because the world is

lighter by thirty-two pieces of sh*t,

excuse my language.

BETTY:

"Thirty-two?"

CHARLIE:

Well, thirty-three, but I'm not counting

Del, on account of you... so, what do you

think?

135.

(BEAT)

You probably feel I'm flattering myself

to see us together.

BETTY:

I don't feel that, no. I just....I'm not

really who you think I am.

CHARLIE:

No one is, honey. Here, listen to

this... "If who I am and who I hope to

be should meet one day, I know they will

be friends." Now that's beautiful.

Betty is stunned.

BETTY:

I wrote that when I was twelve... where'd

you get that?!

CHARLIE:

(he pulls out the diary)

I know. I borrowed it from your

grandparents because I... I... it doesn't

matter. Don't worry, they're fine...

(he gives the diary back)

Look, I used to feel that same way, said

practically those same words, sitting at

night in a foxhole in Korea...

(BEAT)

I've chased you across the country,

Betty, and I come to find out we're a lot

more alike than you'd think.

BETTY:

I thought you were a garbageman of

humanity, or something.

CHARLIE:

Yes, but I'd sort of like to put that

behind me now...

142 INT. ROSA'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - SAME TIME 142

Wesley is engrossed in watching "A Reason to Love." Behind

him, Ballard quietly walks his feet up the wall until he's

completely upside down. He rubs one foot against the other

until one pantleg is above his cowboy boot. Rosa and Roy

watch.

He finally lifts the boot off. It falls soundlessly onto his

chest. A small pistol is revealed, holstered above his ankle.

He works the holster open using the edge of the fishtank.

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