St. Vincent Page #11

INT. TELLER WINDOW NUMBER 23 - LATER

Vin’s at the bank, standing at TELLER WIDOW #23 again.

TELLER #23

You’re account’s closed, Mr.

Canatella.

VINCENT:

I know that. Withdraw from my

grandson’s account there. I should

be on it.

68.

Vin hands her his ID. She doesn’t think anything about

it.

TELLER #23

How much, sir?

VINCENT:

What’s the balance?

THE TRACK BREEZEWAY - CONTINUOUS

Vin’s standing below the board, holding his race form to

his temple. Communicating with the racing gods.

INT. RACETRACK - CONTINUOUS

Vin slides a wad of cash through the window. Huge bet.

VINCENT:

Lucky Lincoln. New Dime and

Sammy’s Savior. One, two, three in

the third.

The ATTENDANT takes the cash.

VINCENT (CONT’D)

That’s going to make me all better,

my friend.

Vin collects the ticket. Rubs it for good luck.

INT. RACETRACK - BAR

Vin’s watching the race on the bar TV.

The race trumpet blows. The HORSES writhe in their

stalls. The buzzer sounds. The gates fly open.

And...they’re off.

Vin can’t watch, he closes his eyes. Takes a long drink

of his Maker’s. Puffs his cigarette. Listens.

The ANNOUNCER calls the race.

ANNOUNCER (V.O.)

And that’s New Dime taking the

early lead on the rails, followed

by Pretty Patty and Lucky Lincoln.

The Announcer keeps barking in the background. Vin never

opens his eyes.

69.

EXT. RACETRACK - LATER

Vin’s walking towards his car. He lost. It’s in his

gait.

INT. THE BUCK - LATER

Vin’s slumped, ruined in his mind. Head down. Cigarette

dangling from his lips. Gus and Linda are sitting on

their regular stools, playing Kino.

GUS:

Vin give me a number?

VINCENT:

Five grand.

GUS:

A Kino number.

VINCENT:

You got five grand I can borrow,

Gus? I’ll probably die before I

pay you back even.

GUS:

You serious?

VINCENT:

Dead serious.

GUS:

If I had five grand, I wouldn’t be

sitting here. Let me tell ya.

We’d be on that Carnival Cruise

ship somewhere.

LINDA:

The Alaskan one, Gus. They say

that one’s the prettiest.

GUS:

Whatever one. Eating the buffet.

They say those buffets are like

something else. Endless crab and

lobster and salad bar.

LINDA:

The drinks are gratis too.

Champagne in the morning with

orange juice. They gotta name for

it...

VINCENT:

Mimosa.

LINDA:

That’s it.

70.

Vin stands, lays some money on the bar.

VINCENT:

(calls out to Roger)

Rog. Get these two some Mimosas on

me.

LINDA:

(surprised in the least)

Oh. That’s sweet of ya, Vin.

Vin walks off.

VINCENT:

I hope you two get to that cruise

one day.

He leaves. Gus and Linda are in shock.

LINDA:

That was real nice a him.

EXT. CITY STREET - LATER

Vin’s car labors through traffic. Endless traffic.

EXT. VIN’S DRIVEWAY - LATER

He pulls into his driveway. Parks.

INT. VIN’S CAR - CONTINUOUS

Vin sits there. Looking at his house. His life. What

now?

INT. VIN’S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS

Vin walks in. Shuts the door behind him. Turns when he

hears...

ZUCKO:

You must think I’m not a very

serious person, Vinny.

How the hell did he get here?

VINCENT:

You broke into my house?

ZUCKO:

The back door was “ajar.”

VINCENT:

You have no right to be here. How

the hell do you know where I live?

71.

ZUCKO:

I do homework on a**holes that owe

money.

Another THUG walks into the room from the bedroom. This

is ANTWAN. Big, dirty. He’s carrying an antique jewelry

box.

VINCENT:

That’s my wife’s, you son-of-abitch.

Vin makes a move for the kitchen.

VINCENT (CONT’D)

I’m calling the police.

Zucko stands, pulls out a gun.

ZUCKO:

You think that’s realistic? We’re

just gonna sit here and let you

pick up a phone and dial 911. Are

you that old? Or that stupid?

Vin turns to Antwan, yanks the jewelry box out of his

hands.

VINCENT:

Get the hell away from that.

Antwan pushes Vin. He flies across the room. Hits the

fireplace wall. Jewelry everywhere.

ZUCKO:

You always have to take the hard

way, Vin. Why is that?

VINCENT:

It’s more interesting.

Vin rolls up his sleeves. Preparing to fight.

ZUCKO:

It’s more painful. Even I know

that.

Vin takes a step towards Antwan.

VINCENT:

Let’s do it then.

ANTWAN:

This mother f***er’s crazy.

ZUCKO:

Don’t kill him, just get close.

Vin takes another step. Stops. Something’s wrong. He’s

wobbly. He grabs his head. Shakes it.

72.

ZUCKO (CONT’D)

What are you doing, old man?

Vin is blurry eyed. He drops to his knees. Hard. His

eyes roll back in his head. It looks like a seizure.

ANTWAN:

He’s dying, man.

Vin falls face first onto the floor. Thud.

BLACK OUT.

ZUCKO (V.O.)

(in the darkness)

Don’t touch him. Leave that sh*t.

EXT. ST. FRANCIS DE SALES - SIDEWALKS

Oliver’s walking out of the school with Ozinski.

OZINSKI:

I have a cousin that’s Jewish. He

had a big sh*t party when he turned

13.

OLIVER:

A barmitzah.

OZINSKI:

Yeah. That’s it. Biggest party I

ever seen.

OLIVER:

It’s a coming-of-age ceremony.

Supposedly a boy becomes a man at

that age.

Ozinski thinks long and hard. It hurts.

OZINSKI:

Nah. My cousin ain’t no man. He’s

a little p*ssy. His wiener ain’t

even shaved.

OLIVER:

Circumcised.

They stop at Ozinski’s bike, chained to a rack.

OZINSKI:

You know a lotta fancy words.

You’re like an Einstein.

Oliver smiles.

OLIVER:

I read a lot.

73.

OZINSKI:

That’s cool. See ya tomorrow.

OLIVER:

Yep. Bye, Robert.

Ozinski nods. Oliver walks away. Then...

OZINSKI:

Hey, how come ya don’t have a bike?

EXT. CITY STREET - LATER

Oliver’s riding on the back of Ozinski’s bike. Scared

for his life, but loving every minute of it.

EXT. RESEDENTIAL STREET - LATER

Ozinski and Oliver arrive in front of Vin’s house.

Oliver jumps off the bike.

OZINSKI:

Ya think I could meet the old

bastard?

OLIVER:

Sure. Just know he’s not real

friendly at first. It takes him a

long time to warm up.

Ozinski parks his bike.

INT. VIN’S HOUSE - MOMENTS LATER

Oliver keys in. Ozinski right on his tail. Something’s

not right, the house, the energy.

FELIX THE CAT:

Meow. Meow.

Felix rushes up to Oliver, hides behind his legs.

Oliver walks into the room...and then he sees...Vin.

Sprawled out on the floor, face first. Still.

INT. MISSION HILLS HOSPITAL - LATER

CAT Scan lab. Maggie and ANOTHER NURSE are strapping

in...Vin. His eyes are open, but no one’s home.

MAGGIE:

Hi, Vincent. It’s me Maggie.

Oliver’s mom.

He looks blankly at her.

74.

MAGGIE (CONT’D)

We’re going to put you in this

machine here and run some tests,

okay? It won’t hurt a bit.

ANOTHER NURSE:

He can’t understand you, Maggie.

Maggie nods. Upset. Vincent grabs her hand. Holds it.

He understands.

MAGGIE:

There you are. This takes about

thirty minutes, okay?

Vin says, “I understand” with his eyes.

THE WAITING ROOM - LATER

Oliver’s sitting in the waiting area. Amongst STRANGERS.

Maggie walks in, worried, looking for her son. Finally

she sees him...

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