Nurse Betty Page #42

136.

Roy and Rosa COUGH LOUDLY at the same time to cover the

noise. Wesley glares at them.

Ballard gets the pistol free. But it falls into the fishtank.

The air goes out of Roy's sails. Ballard has f***ed up again.

On screen, Chloe and Jasmine kiss and embrace. Wesley reacts

as if he was slapped.

WESLEY:

... goddamn!

Wesley immediately runs the sequence back to view it again.

Ballard KICKS the wall of the fishtank with his cowboy boot.

Roy and Rosa cover the sound again with COUGHING. Wesley

pauses the T.V. and looks around.

WESLEY (cont'd)

What's your problem?

Ballard KICKS at the tank again. But he can't break the

glass. Roy can't take it any more. He launches himself at the

tank, grabs it by the rim and pulls it down on top of

himself. A torrent of water, fish, plants and gravel pours

down upon him.

WESLEY (cont'd)

You stupid piece of f***!

He leaps at Roy and starts kicking him savagely. Rosa throws

herself onto Wesley's back, knocking him to the floor.

Ballard paws through the muck, scattering fish and gravel

everywhere. He spots a glint of metal in the sand.

Wesley struggles out from under Rosa. Just as he gets free,

Ballard FIRES, hitting him TWICE into his chest. Wesley

stares in disbelief at the blood rushing out of him. Then at

Ballard, as if trying to link the two.

He slumps to the floor and opens his mouth to scream ...

WESLEY (cont'd)

D-A-A-A-D-D-D-Y-Y-!!!!

Charlie opens the bedroom door.

CHARLIE:

Wesley??!

Charlie sees Wesley turn to him as Ballard FIRES again.

Wesley's face explodes. The flying lead drives Charlie back

to the bedroom.

Crawling through the muck, Roy notices a fish flopping

helplessly on the carpet inches from his face.

137.

ROY:

Those're Japanese koi!

ROSA:

Yes! How'd you know that?

ROY:

You gotta get 'em in water right away!

BALLARD:

We're in a shootout, Roy! Shut up about

the damn fish!

ROY:

YOU shut up!

(to Rosa)

They're beautiful, but get them some

water.

He gently hands her the fish, then picks up Wesley's nearby

gun. Rosa nods; she's amazed that he knew what it was. She

looks at Roy in a slightly different way before crawling away

toward the kitchen.

143-144 OMIT (NOW IN 141, 142) 143-144

145 INT. ROSA'S APARTMENT - BEDROOM - SAME TIME 145

Charlie FIRES back from the doorway.

CHARLIE:

Oh, Christ, they shot my boy!

Enraged, he empties his pistol at the living room. Ballard

and Roy return fire, and Charlie ducks back in.

CHARLIE (cont'd)

(reloading)

How the hell did this happen? I'm in a

goddamn shoot-out! Wesley? What the

f*** happened out there?!

He opens the door, and a bullet slams into the doorjamb near

his head. He ducks back in.

Charlie sags against the wall, looking toward Betty.

CHARLIE (cont'd)

That's my son! My son is dead!

BETTY:

I'm sorry.

138.

CHARLIE:

You're sorry? YOU'RE THE REASON WE'RE

HERE!

BETTY:

WAIT A SECOND! I AM NOT THE REASON

YOU'RE HERE! I WAS MINDING MY OWN

BUSINESS, LIVING A PERFECTLY BORING LIFE

UNTIL YOU CAME ALONG!

Charlie fights back his grief.

BETTY (cont'd)

What do you want from me?

Charlie can't handle the moment. He breaks for the door,

and BLASTS away. This time he's nicked in the shoulder. He

stumbles back, losing his balance. His gun falls and slides

right into Betty's hand. Equally surprised they stare at one

another.

Charlie slumps over in his defeat as Betty holds a shaky

pistol on him.

CHARLIE:

Oh sh*t...

146 INT. ROSA'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - SAME TIME 146

Rosa crawls to a flower vase and dumps a second koi into the

water inside. Roy and Ballard crouch behind the open

archway, using the hanging beads as protection.

BALLARD:

(checks his gun)

We need ammo... Go check his jacket, I'll

cover you.

ROY:

I'm not going out there! Let's wait for

the real police...

BALLARD:

You gotta go, we're pinned down!

ROSA:

So why can't we just sneak outside? Huh?

BALLARD:

Lady, you don't just run away from

crime... besides, Betty's in there.

139.

ROY:

(checking)

You wanna see if he has more shells, go

ahead. I say we wait...

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