St. Vincent Page #6

A tall, athletic girl pipes up.

BRIDGETTE:

Mother Theresa.

BROTHER CRESPI:

Excellent. So...saints are human

beings we celebrate for their

dedication and commitment to other

human beings. For their

sacrifices. Their work to make

society better for those around

them and those that’ll come after

them.

A KID calls out from the back.

ANOTHER KID:

You’re a saint, Brother Crespi.

BROTHER CRESPI:

Yes. I am. Thank you.

Crespi turns on the Smart Board. The title on the

presentation:
“Saints Among Us.”

BROTHER CRESPI (CONT’D)

And so...our semester project is

thus aptly named: “Saints Among

Us.” You’re going to research an

actual Catholic saint that inspires

you...

Oliver doodles a word: ”Saint.”

34.

INT. MISSION HILLS HOSPITAL - LATER

Lockers. Maggie is packing up to go home after a long

shift. Her supervisor, GLEN, finds her.

GLEN:

Maggie.

MAGGIE:

Hi.

GLEN:

Robin called in sick today. Got

about six cases backed up.

MAGGIE:

I’m sorry. I have to pick up my

son.

GLEN:

Ah. Got it. It’s double time, you

know.

She needs the money.

GLEN (CONT’D)

Doesn't happen that often.

Thinks.

MAGGIE:

Let me see what I can do.

INT. VIN’S LIVING ROOM - DAY

Vin’s sleeping in his recliner. The phone rings. He

opens his eyes, agitated.

THE KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS

Vin picks up the phone.

VINCENT:

Yeah?

INTERCUT WITH MAGGIE IN THE HOSPITAL BREAK ROOM

Maggie’s on her cell phone. She hears Vin’s voice, hangs

up.

Vin hears the click.

VINCENT:

Cowards. Try to sell me something,

go ahead.

35.

He hangs up. Moseys back.

HOSPITAL BREAK / SNACK ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Maggie can’t do it. Glen the Supervisor comes in.

GLEN:

You ready? We’re seven deep now.

MAGGIE:

Oh. I’m-

GLEN:

All good, right? I already told

scheduling we’re all set.

MAGGIE:

Yeah. It’s good. Let me just(

motions to the phone)

Finalize...

Glen exits.

GLEN:

No problem.

Maggie is stuck.

INT. VIN’S LIVING ROOM - DAY

Vin’s almost sleeping again...when that f***ing phone

rings. His eyes pop open.

VIN’S KITCHEN - MOMENTS LATER

Vin picks up the phone, battle ready.

VINCENT:

What!?

INTERCUT WITH MAGGIE IN THE HOSPITAL BREAK ROOM

MAGGIE:

Vincent?

VINCENT:

I’m gonna wait till you give your

whole spiel before I hang up.

Maggie has no idea how to respond.

MAGGIE:

Vincent?

Vin’s equally confused.

36.

VINCENT:

Who is this?

MAGGIE:

Maggie.

VINCENT:

Maggie?

MAGGIE:

Your next door neighbor?

VINCENT:

What the hell do you want?

EXT. ST. FRANCIS DE SALES - CARPOOL - LATER

School pickup. Oliver’s an ant amongst the THRONGS OF

KIDS waiting for a ride home. He’s buried in a book,

when Vin’s car putters in...a thorn amongst the black

Crossovers.

Vin scans the CROWD OF KIDS, spots Oliver. Honks his

horn. Way too long. Everyone stares. Oliver looks up.

Mortified.

INT. VIN’S CAR - LATER

Vin’s driving. Oliver’s still recovering. A large

basket of clean laundry sits between them.

VINCENT:

Better buckle up.

OLIVER:

You’re not buckled.

VINCENT:

My life is my problem.

Oliver buckles.

OLIVER:

This the way home?

VINCENT:

No.

Then...

VINCENT (CONT’D)

Let’s lay down some S.O.P. here.

OLIVER:

I don’t know what that means, sir.

37.

VINCENT:

Standard Operating Procedure. You

go where I go. Do what I say. Get

your homework done somewhere along

the way. And most importantly,

don’t annoy me. I’m not happy when

I’m annoyed.

OLIVER:

Are you annoyed right now?

VINCENT:

Not particularly.

OLIVER:

Really.

Vin stares at him. Smart ass.

EXT. SEVEN ELEVEN STORE - LATER

Vin pulls into a convenience store.

INT. VIN’S CAR - CONTINUOUS

Parks.

VINCENT:

Here’s a quarter. Call your mom,

tell her you’re wearing your seat

belt.

OLIVER:

It’s more than a quarter.

VINCENT:

Since when.

OLIVER:

Since before I was born.

VINCENT:

What’s wrong with this country.

Vin digs some more change out of the ashtray.

VINCENT (CONT’D)

If it’s more than that, call

collect.

Vin’s out, to the 7-Eleven.

EXT. SIDE OF THE STORE - LATER

Oliver’s dialing a number, when FOUR KIDS ON SKATEBOARDS

round the corner. It’s Ozinski, Brooklyn and TWO OTHER

PUNKS.

38.

Oliver turns his back...it won’t work. They wheel right

up.

OZINSKI:

Hey. It’s dipshit.

BROOKLYN:

You live in this neighborhood?

Oliver doesn’t talk.

OZINSKI:

I got detention cause a you.

A**hole.

OLIVER:

You got detention because you took

my stuff.

OZINSKI:

How do you know I took it?

Ozinski flips his skateboard into his hand, moves in.

OZINSKI (CONT’D)

F***ing narc.

INT. VIN’S CAR - CONTINUOUS

Vin’s back at the car. Leaning on his door, smoking a

cigarette. Watching Oliver get knocked around. It’s

entertaining for him. And embarrassing.

EXT. SIDE OF THE STORE - CONTINUOUS

Ozinski slams Oliver hard into the payphone. His nose

starts bleeding.

OZINSKI:

You’re a bleeder.

BROOKLYN:

I got a band-aid.

Oliver does the unimaginable...he swings at Ozinski.

Well, rather, he slaps him in the face. Ozinski barely

moves.

OZINSKI:

What was that supposed to be?

BROOKLYN:

He just slapped you.

Oliver tries to run. Brooklyn slides his skateboard

under him, and the little guy goes flying to the

pavement.

39.

Ozinski rolls up. Wheelies his board, pins Oliver’s

chest.

OLIVER:

Please...that hurts.

From around the corner, Vin’s voice.

VINCENT (V.O.)

What’re you little sh*t heels

doing?

They turn to see Vincent, holding a tire iron.

VINCENT:

That you Robert Ozinski?

OZINSKI:

No, sir. My name’s John.

VINCENT:

Bullshit, you little prick.

Reesa’s kid. Reesa Ozinski.

You’re

I:

recognize you from your fat Polish

nose.

Vin walks towards them.

VINCENT (CONT’D)

Just like your prick father’s nose.

Guess the apple doesn’t fall too

far from the rotten tree.

Vin lights a cigarette.

VINCENT (CONT’D)

I got a deal for you little bully

shits. Whatever you do to the

little guy there...I’m going to do

to your mothers.

Vin smashes a skateboard with the tire iron. It

shatters. Scared to sh*t, the four haul-ass out of

there.

VINCENT (CONT’D)

Get on, pencil d*cks!

Vin walks up to Oliver. Looks down at him. Offers his

hand. Oliver hesitates.

VINCENT (CONT’D)

You need a paper invitation?

Oliver takes his hand. Vin pulls him up to his feet,

heads to the car.

40.

INT. VIN’S CAR - CONTINUOUS

Driving.

VINCENT:

Who taught you how to slap?

OLIVER:

I don’t know. Just an instinct, I

guess.

VINCENT:

Well, you should unlearn that.

Vin lights a cigarette.

OLIVER:

I’m allergic, sir.

VINCENT:

To what?

OLIVER:

Cigarette smoke.

Vin rolls down his window, hangs his cigarette outside.

Keeps smoking.

VINCENT:

Your father never taught you how to

take care of yourself?

OLIVER:

No, sir. He’s a pacifist.

VINCENT:

This country wasn’t founded by tree

huggers, kid. That’s for sure.

You gotta stand up for yourself or

you get mowed down.

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