The Salton Sea Page #17

POOH-BEAR

Big Bill

Big Bill pushes Danny up to the cage, which comes up to about waist

level.

POOH-BEAR

Captain Steubing thinks you might

work for the police.

DANNY:

What?!

Pooh-Bear holds up his hand.

POOH-BEAR

Don't address me. I didn't make the

accusation.

DANNY:

Please .. I don't know what you're ...

POOH-BEAR

Uh-uh-uh ...

He points to the cage. Danny looks down at the weasel, which is

trying to gnaw through the Plexiglas.

DANNY:

Jesus Christ.

(to the weasel)

Um ... I'm not .. Captain Steubing.

I'm not working for the cops.

The weasel continues to gnaw.

POOH-BEAR

He don't believe you. Big Bill.

BIG BILL:

Drop your package in the cage.

DANNY:

My what?

BIG BILL:

Put your pee-pee through the hole.

There is a hole in the top of the cage on the opposite side of the

Plexiglas from Captain Steubing.

DANNY:

This is f***ing crazy!

Big Bill pulls back the hammer on the gun.

BIG BILL:

Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum.

DANNY:

Oh f*** ... oh Jesus ...

Danny's eyes dart quickly over to Little Bill, who like everyone else,

is watching the weasel.

Little Bill is wearing a big, filthy pea coat with A LARGE TEAR on the

side.

Danny still hasn't complied with Pooh-Bear's order.

POOH-BEAR

Shoot him.

DANNY:

Okay! Okay!

From behind, we see Danny bend slightly, dropping his privates into the

cage.

DANNY (cont'd)

(eyeing the wild rodent)

Oh my God ... oh-my-f***ing-God ...

Danny tries to stay calm, shoots another look at Little Bill who is

standing right next to him.

POOH-BEAR

Now get talkin'

DANNY:

I didn't f***ing do anything! I

swear to God!

Pooh-Bear leans forward and opens the Plexiglas partition about half an

inch.

THE WEASEL bolts for the opening, gnashing its teeth, trying to squirm

through.

POOH-BEAR

You got something to tell Captain

Steubing, you'd better do it now.

The weasel squirms and squeals and bangs against the Plexiglas.

Danny uses the diversion. He quickly TAKES SOMETHING from him own

jacket pocket and SLIPS IT IN THE HOLE IN LITTLE BILL'S JACKET between

the coat and the lining.

No one notices.

Pooh-Bear opens the Plexiglas even more. The weasel is able to get his

head through the hole. He bares his filthy teeth.

DANNY:

(rapid-fire)

Captain Steubing, listen to me.

You're after the wrong guy. This is

the f*** you should be talking to.

He nods towards Little Bill. Pooh-Bear c*cks his head.

DANNY (cont'd)

Jimmy told me that Little Bill's been

shorting Pooh-Bear ... settin' up his

own stuff on the side.

LITTLE BILL:

That's a pack of discharge.

Danny now makes eye contact with Pooh-Bear, who listens intently.

DANNY:

It's true. Jimmy saw him flashing a

pimp role at a bar the other night ...

said he was dissin' your ass in front

of one of your customers.

Pooh-Bear rises slowly. Approaches the triumvirate.

Danny keeps one eye on ...

... the weasel as it continues its assault on the opening.

POOH-BEAR

Man'll say a lot of thing when he's

sporting weasel food for a pecker.

LITTLE BILL:

Damn straight.

POOH-BEAR

Least I can do is check it out though.

Pooh-Bear pulls a chrome .45 from his waistband.

DANNY:

Can I pull my dick out now?

Pooh-Bear limply aims the .45 at Little Bill.

POOH-BEAR (cont'd)

Big Bill

Big Bill pats Little Bill down.

LITTLE BILL:

(holding up his arms)

Go ahead. I got nothing to hide.

Big Bill checks all of Little Bill's pockets, coming up empty.

The weasel has squeezed about a third of the way through the hole.

DANNY:

Can I pull my dick out?

Danny, panicked, eyes the hole in the pea coat.

BIG BILL:

He's clean.

Danny can't believe it. But when Little Bill lowers his arms, a big

roll of cash protrudes from the hole.

Pooh-Bear and Big Bill see it immediately.

LITTLE BILL:

What?

He follows their gaze to the cash.

DANNY:

CAN I PULL MY F***ING DICK OUT?!

POOH-BEAR

(eyes on Little Bill)

Yeah.

Danny extracts himself from the cage just as ...

... the weasel bolts through the opening and springs for the hold in

the cage.

INT. POOH-BEAR'S KITCHEN - NIGHT (LATER)

Danny sitting at the kitchen table. THE SCREAMS OF LITTLE BILL AUDIBLE

FROM THE OTHER ROOM.

Danny is FIDDLING WITH SOMETHING UNDER THE TABLE when he HEARS POOH-

BEAR APPROACHING.

Danny finishes up, stuffing a roll of DUCT TAPE into his pocket.

Pooh-Bear drops a zip-lock bag of METH on the table.

DANNY:

I ought to just call this whole thing

off right now.

POOH-BEAR

Don't do that. Please. Or I'll kill

you. Please, Danny.

DANNY:

What the hell was that? Who told you

I was five-0?

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