Spare Me Page #3
- Year:
- 1994
- 358 Views
BUZZ:
I don't know no Grace Skinner.
THEO:
(pulls his arm away)
You knew her. You married her in 1963.
MILLIE:
Married?
Buzz grabs a large bowling trophy and waves it at Theo.
BUZZ:
You're a bullshit artist, that's what you
are. You got no right to be here! Theo
yanks the trophy away from Buzz.
THEO:
I got a right. You're my father.
BUZZ:
I ain't nobody's father!
Theo hurls the trophy at Buzz. He ducks and the trophy sails
into a large glass trophy case. Broken glass and trophies fly
everywhere.
MILLIE:
(noticing Zeus)
ZEUS!
Zeus is laid out cold near the spilled orange whip on the
living room floor. Millie hunches over her comatose poodle.
MILLIE:
My poor baby!
BUZZ:
(to Theo)
You see what you did?
(he picks up the ball)
Take your ball and get out.
Theo takes the ball and exits the house.
Theo, bathed in sweat, practices his release form with
obsessive determination. He is alone near the empty bridge.
Sheila spies on him from behind the bridge control booth.
Theo takes a long slug from a bottle of liquor. He hears a
motor scooter start and ROAR off into the night.
24 INT. 7-ELEVEN - DAY 24
Theo stands at the self-serve island sipping coffee. A muzak
cover of 'Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head' PLAYS.
THEO:
(resignedly)
99 years, 241 days,
(looks at his watch)
15 hours, and 20 minutes of no bowling.
Alfie shuffles up to the self-serve
island and begins wiping it down.
ALFIE:
Find your bowler?
THEO:
Yeah, but it didn't go so good. He wasn't
the man I thought he'd be. Theo is trying
to affix the lid on his cup, but his
hands are trembling, spilling some of the
coffee.
ALFIE:
My father used to say to me "Never..."
no, hmmm. "Always..." No, no...
(puzzles)
Ah! Love and hate are blood relations.
THEO:
Maybe I should have left the ball in the
car.
Millie kneels on the front lawn patting dirt down on a little
grave marked by a wooden cross. Theo walks up.
MILLIE:
He's not here.
THEO:
MILLIE:
(points to grave)
This is a sign! Someone's coming to take
Buzz away from me. I don't know if you're
the guy or what, but I'm not letting it
happen. I'm leaving him first.
THEO:
I couldn't kill Buzz. I need his help.
Theo helps Millie load suitcases into the
trunk of her car.
MILLIE:
Buzz Fazeli never helps anybody but
himself.
THEO:
He's my father, Millie.
MILLIE:
He's no father to you.
Theo lifts a box full of new bowling pins into the trunk.
MILLIE:
Careful with that one. He won't tell me
anything, but I know there's something
strange going on over at the lanes. If
you ask me, I'd say the old fart wants to
die.
THEO:
Where can I find him?
MILLIE:
(looks at her watch)
The Peter Pan.
Millie gets into the car.
MILLIE:
You tell Buzz I went to my sister's in
Ronkonkoma. Oh, I'm sorry about trying to
kill you last night, Theo. It was nothing
personal. Millie puts on a pair of
sunglasses and patches out in a cloud of
gravel and dust.
26 INT. PETER PAN DINER - DAY 26
A blender WHIRRS. Sheila, in her waitress uniform, carefully
chops something.
She watches an indoor motocross rally on the diner's color
TV. 12-PACK, a hefty construction worker, sits at the
counter.
12-PACK
Hey Sheila, how's that orange whip
comin'?
SHEILA:
(mimicking him under her
breath)
How's that orange whip comin'?
THWAP! Sheila is dismembering a Ken doll with a big knife.
She scoops the parts into the blender and switches from purŽe
to frappŽ.
12-PACK
So, I heard Junior busted out again?
Sheila puts the glass down in front of 12-Pack with a THUNK.
12-PACK
Hey Sheila, you can whip my oranges
anytime. Sheila puts a Barbie head
earring on her left ear. Buzz comes into
the diner and slides into a booth. Sheila
walks over with a pot of coffee.
SHEILA:
Cup of joe Mr. Fazeli?
BUZZ:
Yeah, and make it extra muddy, I didn't
sleep a zee last night. Sheila fills a
cup. Buzz lifts it to his mouth, his
hands trembling.
SHEILA:
You don't need coffee, Mr. Fazeli; you
need a vacation. Sheila catches sight of
Theo pulling into the parking lot. She
puts a Ken head earring in her right ear.
Buzz follows Sheila's gaze.
BUZZ:
(groans)
Some people will do anything for an
autograph. Theo enters the diner and
walks over to Buzz.
THEO:
Millie left to stay with her sister in
Ronkonkoma.
BUZZ:
You know what a mixer ball is? It's like
you, you come out of nowhere and upset
things, scattering everything all over.
Buzz grumpily waves at him to sit.
THEO:
What are you doing over at the lanes
that's so dangerous, Buzz?
BUZZ:
You shouldn't listen to her, she's a
nervous old Nellie.
THEO:
She thinks someone's trying to kill you.
BUZZ:
I couldn't pay someone enough to try to
kill me. Sheila comes over to take their
orders.
BUZZ:
I'll have my usual please, Sheila.
SHEILA:
Buzz Burger, side of 'cues. You haven't
introduced me to your fan.
BUZZ:
Sheila, meet...uh...
(leans in to Theo,
sardonically)
I forget the name.
THEO:
(uncomfortably)
Theo.
BUZZ:
Theo! This is Sheila Kastle, my partner's
daughter.
SHEILA:
(eyeing Theo up and down)
You look like you're something on the
lanes.
BUZZ:
Theo's bowled on the tour.
SHEILA:
Oh, a professional man. What'll you have?
THEO:
What's your specialty?
SHEILA:
Whips...orange whips.
THEO:
Then I'll have the number four with one
of your finest whips.
SHEILA:
How do you want it?
(their eyes meet)
The eggs.
THEO:
(discomfited at the blatant
double entendre)
Uh...over easy.
SHEILA:
Coming right up.
Sheila smiles and walks away. Theo watches her slink behind
the counter.
BUZZ:
Watch out for that one. She's got a great
average, but she's looking for a prince.
And, believe me, she's
(more)
BUZZ:
kissed a lotta tadpoles.
(looking Theo in the eye)
Listen, I been thinking about your
problem. I'm not the guy to sponsor you.
It would be unethical. But, there is
something I could do for you.
(leans in, secretively)
Putt-putt golf.
THEO:
Putt-putt golf?
Buzz pulls a golf ball from his pocket, flashes it and slips
it back.
BUZZ:
It's the next level, the next
dimension...
(deep conviction)
...the small ball.
THEO:
(in Buzz's spell)
The small ball.
BUZZ:
It's gonna be bigger than big. Think
Europe. Think Asia. They don't have room
for real golf courses in Japan.
THEO:
(snapping out of it)
Not for me. Miniature golf's for pansies.
BUZZ:
If the Japanese are pansies, then pansies
are my kind of people. Sheila steps over
to the booth with their food. The Buzz
Burger has three holes cut in the middle
to make it look like a bowling ball. Buzz
sees the two sleazeballs park their car
and walk towards the diner.
THEO:
(pondering the thought)
Maybe I could bowl in Japan.
Buzz stands up abruptly.
BUZZ:
I gotta wash up.
Buzz heads for the rest rooms. The door opens with a JINGLE.
SID:
Three whips. To go.
BREEZE:
When you get a chance.
Sid and Breeze walk over to Theo's booth and slide in. Sid's
middle fingers are taped to an aluminum splint. The BLENDER
Translation
Translate and read this script in other languages:
Select another language:
- - Select -
- 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
- 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
- Español (Spanish)
- Esperanto (Esperanto)
- 日本語 (Japanese)
- Português (Portuguese)
- Deutsch (German)
- العربية (Arabic)
- Français (French)
- Русский (Russian)
- ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
- 한국어 (Korean)
- עברית (Hebrew)
- Gaeilge (Irish)
- Українська (Ukrainian)
- اردو (Urdu)
- Magyar (Hungarian)
- मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
- Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Italiano (Italian)
- தமிழ் (Tamil)
- Türkçe (Turkish)
- తెలుగు (Telugu)
- ภาษาไทย (Thai)
- Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
- Čeština (Czech)
- Polski (Polish)
- Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Românește (Romanian)
- Nederlands (Dutch)
- Ελληνικά (Greek)
- Latinum (Latin)
- Svenska (Swedish)
- Dansk (Danish)
- Suomi (Finnish)
- فارسی (Persian)
- ייִדיש (Yiddish)
- հայերեն (Armenian)
- Norsk (Norwegian)
- English (English)
Citation
Use the citation below to add this screenplay to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"Spare Me" Scripts.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 21 Nov. 2024. <https://www.scripts.com/script/spare_me_523>.
Discuss this script with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In