The Ladykillers Page #9
GAWAIN:
Sh*t, man, it ain't about apologizin'!
He fired me 'cause I'm black!
PANCAKE:
He can't do that. You could sue him.
Open and shut case.
GAWAIN:
F***in' A.
PANCAKE:
This is not 1952.
GAWAIN:
Man's a f***in' bigot.
DORR:
Well then, perhaps, surely, a
chocolate assortment has been known
to warm the heart of even the most
hardened misanthrope, especially if
it's a premium chocolate, imported,
say, from Switzerland, or the
Netherlands, or some other of the so-
called "Low" countries be they Dutch
or Flemish or Walloon--
GAWAIN:
Walloon my ass, the man ain't gonna
roll over for a f***in' candy bar!
PANCAKE:
I'm afraid there's a setback on the
tunneling front too. We've run into
a pretty large rock, and--
GENERAL:
-- Rock!
All turn to look at the General. He continues to stare at a
spot in space. He slowly releases some inhaled cigarette
smoke, murmuring:
GENERAL:
...Very bad.
DORR:
Oh my my, it seems that the poet was
right:
Troubles never singly come.PANCAKE:
Oh, we can get through the rock, no
worries there. Simplest thing in the
world. Why we blow right through it;
I've got a pyro license, we bore a
hole in the rock, pack in a little
plastique; igneous blows pretty good,
and we--
LUMP:
Is he gonna want a piece of the
action?
All turn to look at Lump.
PANCAKE:
...Who?
Lump hesitates, looking at the inquiring faces that surround
him.
LUMP:
...Igneous?
A female Voice:
MOUNTAIN GIRL (O.S.)
Hello Clark. Am I ordering the prima
cord?
The men look up at her.
PANCAKE:
Yes, Mountain, we were just talking
about that, and some plastique.
All the men are staring at her, agog.
GAWAIN:
...The f*** is this?
PANCAKE:
This is Mountain Girl. Mountain is
my right hand. She helps me with
ordnance. Helps me with damn near
everything.
The men stare.
GAWAIN:
...You brought your b*tch to the
waffle house?!
There is tension in the air. Dorr clears his throat.
DORR:
I confess myself to be puzzled as
well. I thought we all understood
that, so far as our little enterprise
is concerned, mum, as the saying
would have it, is the word--
PANCAKE:
Of course. I understand that. But
this is Mountain...
He chuckles.
PANCAKE:
...I don't keep secrets from Mountain.
That's not how you maintain a loving,
caring relationship.
GAWAIN:
...You brought your b*tch to the
waffle house?
He looks around.
GAWAIN:
...Man brings his b*tch to the waffle
house!
PANCAKE:
Look, you, I'll thank you to stop
referring to Mountain that way. She's
the other half of my life.
GAWAIN:
Everybody lookin' at me like I'm a
f***-up, losin' that sorry-ass job,
and this motherf***er bring his b*tch
to the waffle house!
Pancake lunges across the table, sending dishes clattering
to the floor as he grabs Gawain by the shirt.
PANCAKE:
You son of a b*tch punk! Shut your
goddamn mouth!
He shakes him vigorously and rears back to take a swing at
him.
Gawain draws a gun.
GAWAIN:
Come and get me motherfuck! Come on,
baby, let's get it on!
Mountain starts screaming.
People look, aghast.
DORR:
Gentlemen, please!
The other men pry Pancake and Gawain apart.
DORR:
...Gentlemen, this sort of behavior
does you no credit in the eyes of
your colleagues, or in those of the
other patrons of this waffle house!
Pancake grumbles as he composes himself and straighten his
clothes.
PANCAKE:
...Nobody talks to Mountain Girl
that way. She had an abusive family!
GAWAIN:
F*** you, man.
PANCAKE:
Little punk. I got syrup on my safari
jacket.
He embraces Mountain, who continues to sob quietly.
DORR:
Gentlemen, I propose that we consider
the matter of this woman, Mountain
Water, to be--
PANCAKE:
Mountain Girl.
DORR:
I am so very sorry. I propose that
we consider this matter to be closed,
and we shall chose to trust her,
since we now have no choice, and
since she shall share only in Mr.
Pancake's portion of the booty.
Over the shoulder of the quietly weeping Mountain Girl:
PANCAKE:
Of course. Wouldn't have it any other
way.
GAWAIN:
Damn right you won't.
PANCAKE:
Up yours, punk.
DORR:
Gentlemen! And the manner of disposing
of our igneous impediment is also
settled. That leaves only the question
of Gawain retrieving his job.
LUMP:
Couldn't you just bribe the guy?
All turn to look at Lump.
INT. MUNSON LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Othar looks serenely down from his spot over the mantelpiece.
Marva Munson knits; G.H. Dorr sits nodding over an ancient
volume of half-forgotten lore, reading glasses perched midway
down his nose. Curtains waft lazily in the summer night
breeze.
MRS. MUNSON
...You just a readin' fool, ain't
you Mr. Dorr.
DORR:
Yes yes, I must confess, madam, that
often I feel more at home in these
ancient volumes than I do in the
hustle-bustle of our modern world.
To me, paradoxically, the literature
of the so-called "dead tongues" has
more currency than this mornin's
newspaper.
MRS. MUNSON
Mm-mm.
DORR:
In these books...
He removes his glasses and lazily twirls them.
DORR:
...In these volumes, there is the
accum'lated wisdom a mankind which
succours me when the day is hard or
the night lonely and long.
MRS. MUNSON
Wisdom of mankind, what about the
wisdom of the Lord?
DORR:
Oh yes, the Good Book, mm. I have
found reward in its pages. But for
me there are other good books as
well; the heavy volumes of Antiquity,
freighted with the insights of Man's
glorious age. And then of course I
love, love, love the works of Mr. Ed
G'Allan Poe.
MRS. MUNSON
I know who he is. Kinda creepy.
DORR:
Oh no, madam, noooo. Not of this
world, true; he lived in a dream, an
ancient dream...
Dorr himself is lost in a dream:
DORR:
"Helen, they beauty is to me Like
those Nicean barks a yore That gently,
o'er a perfumed sea, The weary,
wayworn wanderer bore To his own
native shore... "
MRS. MUNSON
Who was Helen? She wasn't a loose
woman, was she? Some kinda whore a
Babylon?
Dorr is still lost:
DORR:
One doesn't know who Helen was, though
I picture her as bein' very, very
extremely... pale.
He comes to himself, focuses on Mrs. Munson.
DORR:
...Miz Munson, I was tryin' to think
of some way of expressin' my gratitude
to you for takin' in...
He chuckles.
DORR:
...this weary, wayworn wanderer...
The Professor takes a small ticket envelope from where it
had served as bookmark, and hands it across.
DORR:
...It's just a modest little ol'
present, why it's practically nothing
at all.
Beaming, she takes two tickets out of the envelope and
inspects them.
MRS. MUNSON
Oh Mr. Dorr, why you are such a
gallant man...
DORR:
Oh no madam, I blush. I melt. No, I
just happened to hear of this gospel
concert tomorrow night, The Mighty
Mighty Clouds of Joy, and I thought
you and a friend from church,
perhaps...
MRS. MUNSON
Othar loved that music... Yes, I got
a widow-lady friend...
DORR:
The concert is up in Memphis, but I
have arranged for a car service to
transport you thither and, needless
to say, back home at the concert's
termination. My friends and I will
be rehearsing here tomorrow evening
so you needn't worry about the
security of your charming little old
house...
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