The Ladykillers Page #3
They enter a small bedroom. There is a small bed on a brass
frame, a chair, a wash basin, and cheerful yellow chintz
drapes on the window. Dorr appreciatively takes it in.
DORR:
...thoo-out central and southern
Mississippi. We perform on the
instruments for which the music was
originally composed, in the belief
that... that... Why, this is lovely...
MRS. MUNSON
Wait a minute. You got some kind of
band?
Dorr once again wiggles quotes with his fingers:
DORR:
The word "band" would be, in this
context, something of an anachronism.
Though we do play together -- hence
the word "ensemble" -- the nature of
the music is such that one would
hesitate to apply the epithet "band"
with its connotations of jangling
rhythm and ear-popping amplification.
MRS. MUNSON
So you don't play hippity-hop, "I
Left My Wallet in El Segundo," songs
with the titles spelt all funny?
DORR:
Madam, I shudder. I quake. The
revulsion I feel for modern popular
music, and all other manifestations
of contemporary decay, is, I have no
doubt, the equal of y'own. Why, we
play music that was composed to the
greater glory of God. Devotional
music. Church music.
MRS. MUNSON
Gospel music?
DORR:
Well-inspired by the gospels,
certainly. The vintage, of course,
is no more recent than the Rococo.
MRS. MUNSON
Rococo, huh? Well, I guess that'd be
okay.
DORR:
But I certainly don't propose to
inflict our rehearsals on you. May I
enquire -- do you have a root cellar?
INT. MUNSON HOUSE - CELLAR - NIGHT
Dorr ducks while descending the steep, narrow stair in order
to avoid an overhead beam. He is followed by Mrs. Munson.
DORR:
Yes, yes, yes, this looks promising...
He pulls on a hanging string to light a bare bulb overhead.
MRS. MUNSON
Little dank, ain't it?
DORR:
Oh, indeed, but that only improves
the acoustics...
He experimentally claps his hands.
DORR:
...Marvelous. These earthen walls
are ideal for baffling the higher
registers of the, uh, lute and, uh,
sackbutt. That's why so much music
of the cinquecento was played in
crypts and catacombs. Yes, this will
do nicely...
He dry-washes his hands with enthusiasm, but his tone remains
mournful.
DORR:
...This is perfect. This is more
than perfect. I can scarcely contain
my glee.
MRS. MUNSON
You containing it okay.
He starts to peel cash out of a large, well-worn billfold:
DORR:
Allow me to pay you a week in advance.
Allow me to pay you two weeks in
advance. Allow me to pay you a month
in advance. I cannot countenance the
thought of these charming apartments
being tenanted by someone
unappreciative of their special je
ne sais quoi.
MRS. MUNSON
That would be a shame.
INT. CASINO - DAY
On the cart is a boombox. It is playing "I Left My Wallet in
El Segundo."
It is being pushed through a casino empty of customers.
As the cart stops and a wastebasket is emptied into it:
VOICE (V.O.)
You gotta peel this sh*t out sticks
to the bottom.
WIDER:
shows two youngish black men in the khaki uniforms of
custodians. Emptying the wastebasket is WEEMACK-MACKATEE
FUNTHES. He is instructing GAWAIN MACSAM.
WEEMACK:
...You wouldn't believe this sh*t,
sometimes even out here on the casino
floor you gonna find sanitary napkin
sh*t stuck there, Tucks, I don't
know what the f*** people do while
they're gambling here man.
GAWAIN:
I ain't peelin' funky sh*t with my
human hands, man. That's a
prescription for disease and viruses
and sh*t, attackin' y'insides.
As they roll on we see more of the gambling floor, which is
on something less than the scale of a Las Vegas casino. The
floor is not yet open and dealers stack and count chips at
the tables, pit bosses with clipboards looking over their
shoulders. Other dealers strap on visors and sleeve garters,
preparing to work.
WEEMACK:
You gotta do it. Mr. Gudge checks
everything. Man is a motherfuck.
Sh*t -- looka this.
After a furtive look around he plucks a chip from the next
wastebasket and slips it in his pocket.
WEEMACK:
...You keep an eye out, man. I found
a hundred-dollar chip once.
GAWAIN:
F*** that, man. I ain't pawin' through
used Tucks for a fi' dollar chip.
WEEMACK:
I said it was a hundred.
GAWAIN:
Man, your guts gonna turn to soup'n
leak outcha f***in' a**hole.
SERVICE HALL:
The cart jitters loudly on the dimpled plastic floor.
WEEMACK:
This tunnel leads back onto land. To
the office for all the people work
for Mannex. Mannex Corporation. Owns
the Lady Luck 'n three other boats...
INT. CASINO - SERVICE HALL - DAY
The two men are entering a windowless fluorescent-lit office
area. A row of wooden office doors and one heavy steel door.
WEEMACK:
...This is where they think on their
corporate sh*t, Gudge and them.
He stops to empty a wastebasket.
WEEMACK:
...The lights is ugly but it ain't
as many Tucks.
WEEMACK:
...YO, motherfuck! Lemme in!
MUFFLED VOICE (O.S.)
What's the password?
WEEMACK:
Kiss my ass.
We hear a deep chuckle and the door, steel reinforced, swings
open.
INT. CASINO - COUNTING ROOM - DAY
The two men enter, WeeMack nodding at the security man
(ELRON).
WEEMACK:
This is where they count the dough.
You try to take any of it Elron there
shoot your ass.
Again the security man chuckles. WeeMack picks up some fast-
food wrappers.
WEEMACK:
...This place is a f***in' pigsty.
You a pig, man, nothin' but a squeaky
ol' motherfuckin' pig...
Elron chuckles. He is an enormously fat man; his chuckles
come from deep, deep in his chest.
WEEMACK:
...You got f***in' Kocoa Krispies in
ya uniform man, still got breakfast
there and you eatin' motherfuckin'
lunch.
Elron uses one hand to swipe crumbs off his uniform shirt,
chuckling.
WEEMACK:
...You a disgrace before motherfuckin'
God...
Elron chuckles.
WEEMACK:
...You a motherfuck-- oh, hello Mr.
Gudge, how we be this mornin'?
A man in a buttoned white shirt nods at him.
GUDGE:
Funthes. How's the new man?
WEEMACK:
He is a cleaning motherf***er, man!
GUDGE:
Is that a fact.
INT. SOUNDSTAGE - SMOKING FIELD SET - DAY
HIGH ANGLE:
It is a ruin of a field; charred trees point bare and gnarled
limbs toward a gray sky; smoke drifts across the desolate
waste.
Something is bounding towards us from the deep background.
We BOOM DOWN as it approaches: a bulldog, running avidly
toward us on its stumpy little legs.
An OFFSCREEN male voice (CLARK PANCAKE):
PANCAKE (O.S.)
One, Mountain!
There is an explosion that showers dirt in front of the dog
and makes it veer. Something strapped around the dog's neck
bounces as he runs.
PANCAKE:
...Scrub two! Scrub three! Four,
Mountain!
Another explosion makes the dog veer back so that it once
again bears on us. The thing that has been bouncing around
its neck flies off.
Our CONTINUING BOOM DOWN has brought us to ground level just
as the dog arrives in front of us to feed at a dog food bowl
in the foreground. The yellow plastic bowl has a K-Ration
logo facing us.
We hear another OFFSCREEN voice (DIRECTOR):
DIRECTOR (O.S.)
Cut, goddamnit. His canteen fell
off.
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