The Limey Page #19

FEATHER:

He'd already grabbed more than his

allotted cut. Didn't think he'd be so

bold as to take all of it.

WILSON:

All of what?

FEATHER:

Of the deal, man.

WILSON:

Oh, yeah, right. The deal.

FEATHER:

But if you're mad at him too and he's mad

at you... that must make us pals.

WILSON:

As you prefer, squire. As you prefer.

FEATHER:

(weary of his life)

In which case I'll just do what I usually

do.

WILSON:

And that is?

FEATHER:

What am I doing?

He's standing at the window, staring out. As if Wilson isn't

even in the room any more. A ship being loaded out there.

Inspectors with clipboards. Trucks like the ones we saw at

that warehouse downtown.

WILSON:

Looking the other way.

(turns to go)

Gotcha.

CUT.

EXT. INN. DAY.

Along the way up the coast.

Through a window we SEE Valentine and Adhara enjoying a

pleasant lunch.

The bodyguards hang out by the cars outside with fast food

bags and drinks.

TOM:

(to Rick)

I mean, how much are you getting? Just

as a point of interest. See, I didn't

realize there was a sliding scale.

AVERY:

At a payphone. His idiots in the background. Dials a

number.

INT. POOL HALL. DAY.

Stacy. Nasty bruise on his cheek. Takes a cue off the rack.

Chalks up.

STACY:

Straight rotation, no sh*t, call your

shot.

UNCLE JOHN:

Lemme break.

They're playing against a couple of other creeps.

CREEP:

You broke last time.

STACY:

Let him break - he likes to break.

CREEP:

F*** you.

STACY:

I wouldn't talk.

CREEP:

Huh?

STACY:

I saw your mother on the Strip last

night. She went up to three guys, said

she'd like 'em to stick one in each,

know what I mean?

Creep rushes Stacy. But doesn't get past Uncle John. Who

drops him with one punch. Flooring him between two pool

tables. Stacy then goes over. Supports himself with a hand

on each table, swings his boot into the thug's face.

BARTENDER:

(calls)

Stacy.

Stacy looks. Bartender holds up phone. Stacy goes over.

BARTENDER (cont'd)

I can do without you inhibiting my

business.

Stacy just scowls, takes the phone.

STACY:

(into phone)

Yeah.

UNCLE JOHN:

Breaks.

STACY:

Hangs up. Goes back to Uncle John. Picks up his cue again.

STACY (cont'd)

We've been fired.

CUT.

EXT. VALENTINE'S HOUSE. L.A. DAY

Someone we've never seen before and will never see again

stands in Valentine's driveway. His name is FIELDING.

A car comes up. Another guy, GRAMMS, sits in it. He waits.

Eventually Fielding walks over.

GRAMMS:

(re:
the burnt garage)

Valentine had himself a party, I hear.

FIELDING:

(by rote)

My client has already given a statement

regarding yesterday's events.

GRAMMS:

A statement? I wouldn't mind getting a

statement. You see, my client -- the

United States Government -- would love to

get a statement about a few of the deals

going down with your client.

FIELDING:

Deals? My client is involved in any

number of deals at any given moment.

You'd have to be more specific.

GRAMMS:

Your client have a deal in Long Beach?

How about downtown? There's some folks

there -- oh, wait, they're all dead. Any

of this ring a bell?

FIELDING:

My client is an entrepreneur. I am his

lawyer, not his business manager.

GRAMMS:

So you wouldn't have any idea how your

client continues to make so much f***ing

money.

FIELDING:

He's always been very forward-thinking.

He invested wisely.

GRAMMS:

Where is he now?

FIELDING:

He had urgent business in the north.

Gramms just laughs. Just laughs and laughs. And we leave him

laughing. And Fielding not.

CUT.

INT. RESTAURANT. KITCHEN. DAY.

Ed takes off an apron, heads out the door. It's clear that

he's not the head chef here -- because the HEAD CHEF, an

Anglo, turns, wondering where he's going. Over this we hear:

WILSON:

(over)

Where's Big Sur?

ELAINE:

(over)

Up the coast.

WILSON:

(over)

How far?

ELAINE:

(over)

I don't know -- few hours, I guess.

WILSON:

(over)

Fancy it?

ELAINE:

(over)

I could use a vacation. Of course, I

keep forgetting, for you this is a

vacation.

WILSON:

(over)

Never thought of that.

(grunt of laughter)

Busman's holiday.

ELAINE:

(over)

What's in Big Sur?

WILSON:

(over)

That's where Valentine's scarpered.

ELAINE:

(over)

How do you know?

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