The Grifters Page #3
- R
- Year:
- 1990
- 110 min
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Myra enters from the front, looks across at Simms, points
SIMMS:
Oh, yes, Mrs. Langtry, he's up
there, he's expecting you.
Myra crosses to the elevator. Simms speaks more softly.
SIMMS:
If you keep out the women in the
first place, see, you keep out the
hookers, and then you keep out the
cops, and that's how you have a
clean place.
EXT. ROY'S APARTMENT - DAY
AN ANGLE along the balcony, with Roy's apartment door in f.g.
and Los Angeles in b.g. Myra crosses to the door, opens it
with her key, enters.
INT. BATHROOM - DAY
A small crowded old-fashioned bathroom. Roy, shirt open and
trousers pushed down almost to his crotch, looks in the
mirror at purplish greenish bruises on his stomach. He
touches his stomach, winces.
MYRA (O.S.)
Roy?
He looks at the door, then grins at his reflection.
ROY:
Your medicine is here.
He leaves the bathroom.
Hotel furniture, shabby and anonymous. On the walls,
contrasting with everything else, are two crying-clown
pictures on black velvet, mounted in big boxy frames. Myra
stands in the middle of the room, and Roy enters, shirt and
trousers still disarranged.
MYRA:
(amused by clothing)
Well, well. In a real hurry, are
we?
ROY:
Always, for you, baby.
He reaches for her, but she playfully holds him off.
MYRA:
You aren't taking me for granted,
are you?
ROY:
Taking you for granite?
He grins, as his fingertip prods her breast.
ROY:
That isn't granite. If that fell on
me, it wouldn't hurt at all.
MYRA:
(playing along)
Are you sure?
ROY:
(pulling her close)
Let's find out.
EXT. HIGHWAY PHONE BOOTH - DAY
Lilly's white Chrysler is parked next to an open-air phone.
Traffic whizzes by. Lilly talks on the phone, with pen and
notebook at the ready. The racetrack is visible in the b.g.
LILLY:
I'm done here. Do I come back to
Baltimore?
INT. OFFICE - DAY
It could be an expensive, if gaudy, lawyer's office.
Baltimore harbor is visible past the windows. IRV, the
accountant, sits at a desk covered -- but neatly covered --
with ledgers, computer printouts, etc. He speaks on the
phone.
IRV:
Bobo wants you to go on to Delmar.
INTERCUT PHONE BOOTH AND OFFICE
LILLY:
Delmar? I never go out to
California. That's a thousand miles
from here.
IRV:
Nine hundred. Bobo needs somebody
to handle playback this time. Come
on, Lilly, you don't argue with
Bobo.
LILLY:
(fatalistic)
I know.
IRV:
Take two, three days. Call when you
get there.
LILLY:
Maybe I'll swing around Los Ang
gleez on the way.
This is Lilly making the best of the situation. She listens a
bit more, GRUNTS a farewell, hangs up, moves to her car.
INT. BEDROOM - DAY
Again, anonymous hotel furniture. Roy and Myra naked in bed,
he on his back, she straddling him, both moving gently. He's
half feeling pleasure, half unconscious.
MYRA:
Roy?
ROY:
Mm?
MYRA:
Look at me.
ROY:
Oh, I am, baby, believe me.
MYRA:
Roy? It this all we have?
ROY:
All? It ain't bad.
MYRA:
No more than this?
He tries to concentrate on her.
ROY:
What are you talking abut, Myra?
Marriage?
MYRA:
I didn't say that. You aren't
marriage material.
He keeps watching her, ironic, hips moving. Looking for a
distraction, she notices the bruise on his stomach.
MYRA:
What's that?
She touches it; he flinches back, in real pain.
ROY:
Ow! Hey, what are you trying to do,
throw me off my game?
MYRA:
(laughing)
No, baby. Come to Mama.
She folds forward onto him. He puts his arms around her. They
rock together slowly.
EXT. MOTEL - DAY
The same mountains in b.g. as at the track. Lilly carries two
small bags from her motel room, puts them on the back seat of
the Cadillac, gets behind the wheel, drives away.
INT. BATHROOM - DAY
Myra, dressed, primps at the mirror, surveys herself
critically, is reasonably satisfied, leaves.
INT. BEDROOM - DAY
Roy lies supine on the bed, semi-conscious, half-covered by a
sheet. Myra, casual, not noticing his condition, leans her
head in through the doorway.
MYRA:
Wore you out, did I? It's a good
woman you can't keep down, baby.
He moves fitfully, CROAKS an attempt at speech.
MYRA:
Have a good sleep, baby. Call you
tomorrow.
He sits up, trying to grin and be easy.
ROY:
Wait'll next year.
AN ANGLE across Roy's profile, with open bedroom door beyond
him. Through it, the living room and outer door can be seen.
Myra crosses the living room, opens the door. Bright sunlight
pours in, emphasizing the sweat on his face. She closes the
door, and he gives up trying to smile. Gingerly, he touches
his bruised stomach, winces.
ROY:
Damn that guy.
He's going to get out of bed, but movement creates pain. He
sits back against the headboard, looks around, reaches
painfully to the bedside table drawer, takes a quarter from
it, studies the quarter, feels it with fingertips, places it
on the back of his left hand, slowly moves the soft pads of
his right palm over it, then turns the quarter over and
repeats. Then he takes the quarter in his right hand, flips
it, slaps it down onto the back of his left hand, SPEAKS
simultaneously with the hands coming together.
ROY:
Smack.
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