The Salton Sea Page #13

Garcetti removes his earpiece and turns to Tanner.

GARCETTI:

You thinking what I'm thinking?

TANNER:

Yeah. This could be the one we're

looking for.

EXT. BURNED OUT BUILDING - SAME

Bubba exits the building and disappears around the corner.

INT. BURNED OUT BUILDING - SAME

Danny now alone. He picks up the bundle of cash. Turns to leave when

...

... Tanner and Garcetti enter the building. Danny turns and runs the

other way.

TANNER:

Hold it right there, Flynne.

Danny stops.

DANNY:

Jesus, you almost gave me a heart attack!

Danny secretly pockets the bundle of cash.

DANNY:

What the hell are you doing here?

TANNER:

Question is, what are you doing here?

DANNY:

I was trying to score some dope.

TANNER:

Cut the sh*t, Flynne.

DANNY:

Someone want to tell me what the hell

is going on here?

TANNER:

Okay, a**hole, you wanna play, we'll play.

Tanner takes out a pair of black leather gloves.

DANNY:

(serious)

What did I do?!

Tanner approaches him. Danny backs into a corner.

DANNY (cont'd)

This is a joke, right? You put him

up to this, Garcetti?

Garcetti is mum. Tanner raises his fists. Danny covers his face.

DANNY (cont'd)

Come on Tanner ... don't ...

Tanner starts swinging but SOMETHING UNEXPECTED ...

TANNER HITS LIKE A WIMP.

The punches have absolutely no effect.

Danny can't help it. HE STARTS LAUGHING. Tanner throws some more

creampuffs.

Garcetti shakes his head with shame.

TANNER:

(shrieking, failing)

You think this is funny motherf***er?

DANNY:

(still laughing and covering up)

I can't help it, Tanner, you hit like

a f***ing girl.

This makes Tanner even madder. His punches become wilder and even less

effective.

DANNY:

Garcetti, do something.

Garcetti tires of the whole show. He pulls a small SHOCK GUN from his

pocket, switches it on and sticks Danny behind the neck with it.

Danny crumples to the floor. Tanner kicks him in the face.

Garecetti squats down next to Danny.

GARCETTI:

We know what's going on.

DANNY:

(in pain)

I still don't know what you're

talking about.

Garcetti jams the stun-gun into Danny's crotch. DANNY HOWLS. Garcetti

lays off. Danny lays there whimpering.

GARCETTI:

Okay, let me help you. You're setting

up a deal with a Chinese redneck.

Quarter of a million.

Garcetti holds up a tap.

GARCETTI (cont'd)

We just listened to the whole thing.

Danny gaped-mouthed. He can't believe it.

GARCETTI (cont'd)

Somebody tipped up, dipshit.

DANNY:

Jimmy?

GARCETTI:

Who the hell is Jimmy?

DANNY:

He's the only one I told.

GARCETTI:

And he probably only told two people

and they probably only told four

people and on and one. You know

better than to tell a secret to a

tweaker, Flynne. Might just as well

broadcast it on the evening news.

INT. BURNED OUT BUILDING - NIGHT (LATER)

Danny sitting on a crate. He is sporting a BLACK EYE from where Tanner

kicked him.

Garcetti at the desk dusting the plastic wrapper on the bundle of cash

for prints. Tanner paces back and forth in front of Danny.

DANNY:

I met the guy at a party. He said he

wanted to do a biggie. He's new in

town so I offered my services.

TANNER:

This chink have a name?

DANNY:

Bubba.

Tanner rolls his eyes.

DANNY (cont'd)

I swear. That's all he gave me.

Hell, I didn't give him my real name either

(off their skeptical looks)

He figured the less we know about

each other, the better.

TANNER:

You better not be blowing smoke up

My ass, Flynne.

DANNY:

After that ass-whipping you gave me?

Garcetti suppresses a smile.

GARCETTI:

(finishing up with the bundle)

What's on the other end of this thing?

DANNY:

Now that I can help you with. Nasty

boy ... goes by the name of Pooh-Bear.

He's a chef.

Check with Palmdale P.D. I'm sure

they're keeping box scores on the guy.

GARCETTI:

Sounds like you hooked up with some

fine citizens, Flynne.

DANNY:

Oh they're all that and the

proverbial bag of chips.

TANNER:

What're your taking down?

DANNY:

Standard vig. Minus five for a

certain blabber-mouth moron by the

name of Jimmy the Finn, who's living

proof that natural selection is a

flawed theory.

Tanner looks at Danny quizzically.

TANNER:

Did you really think you were slick

enough to pull this off?

DANNY:

Look man, I just wanted to make some

dough and disappear. I didn't want

to wait around for Domingo to figure

out who doubled back on him.

Danny holds his hands up

DANNY (cont'd)

But now I've seen the error of my

ways. I'll just walk away ... call

the whole deal off.

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