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WING:

This Mr. Hudson's some guy. He's

got three outstanding shoplifting

charges, failure to pay child

support from a previous marriage

... guy's overdue on his mortgage,

overdue on his car loan, and he

was fired from his last job for

misappropriation of funds.

TILLEY:

What's wrong with this world?

There are sick people out there!

Thievin' son of a b*tch like that

takes up my time... cuts into

the amount of hours I have

available to deal with other

people interested in my wares!

There's no f***ing sympathy for

the working man in this country.

WING:

They don't make our job easy,

Tilley.

TILLEY:

(lamenting)

Wing, it was such a beautiful

thing... you shoulda seen how I

worked. Like a magician... 'this

job is free'! It was my best...

my best! There's no f***ing

justice in this world... there

ain't no justice.

Tilley goes to pick up his coffee off the desk.

WING:

Did you see the paper?

TILLEY:

What section?

WING:

Take a look at this.

He hands the newspaper to Tilley.

TILLEY:

(reading)

'Home Improvement Commission...

Hearings begin today..." Is this

McCarthyism? What are they gonna

see? If there are any communists?

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WING:

Just cool down the scams, okay,

Tilley?

Tilley shrugs his shoulders.

CUT TO:

76 INT. CONVERTED TOBACCO WAREHOUSE - DAY 76

An area has been set up for hearings to take place. This

seems to be a temporary headquarters until something substantial

can be worked out. There are boxes and crates

all over. There's a long table with a number of commissioners

behind it, and a defense table a little way

across the room. MICROPHONES are being used, and the

sound BOOMS -- ECHOING off the walls. A small gallery of

people are watching the proceedings.

ANGLE ON JOHN MASTERS

who is presiding over the hearings. Even though he wears

a tie and a vest, he is nonetheless very sloppily dressed.

To his left and right are two other home improvement

commissioners.

MASTERS:

Now, when you made your initial

sales pitch, did you indicate

that you would be giving free

storm windows with the job?

ANGLE ON MURRAY BANKS

A typical aluminum sidings salesman, in his early 40's.

He leans into the microphone.

MURRAY:

Free storm windows?

MASTERS:

Yes. That you would provide a

free set of storm windows with

the sale of aluminum siding.

MURRAY:

No, sir. I wouldn't be able to

make any money if I was giving

away storm windows. My cost of a

storm window is somewhere like...

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MASTERS:

(cutting him off)

The point being that you had no

intention of giving away the storm

windows.

ANGLE ON BB AND MOE

Standing by the door at the back of the warehouse.

MURRAY (O.S.)

The storm windows, as I can recall,

was not an issue. I mentioned

that I thought the storm windows

would cut down on their heating

bill, and that they would obviously

enhance the look of the house with

the aluminum siding work we were

going to do.

MASTERS (O.S.)

So, you weren't dangling a free

set of storm windows as a come-on

to selling them the aluminum siding

job? Because it says here, and

I'm reading from a statement from

Mr. Tabaleri...

MOE:

(to BB)

What do ya make of all this?

BB:

It's the future, Moe... it's the

future.

MASTERS (O.S.)

'It was my understanding that the

storm windows were included in the

price of the sale.'

CUT TO:

77 EXT. TOBACCO WAREHOUSE - DAY 77

Moe and BB are walking away from the warehouse toward

BB's car... AWAY FROM CAMERA.

MOE:

Where do you think they're getting

this information from?

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BB:

I dunno... looks like any tin mangets in that hot seat, then he'shad it.

MOE:

Then they can take your licenseforever... it don't seem fair.

They walk by a Volkswagen "beetle" car that's parked infront of BB's Cadillac. BB stops and looks at it.

BB:

Boy, I tell ya, I bet you couldsell a ton of these things.

That?

MOE:

Too silly-looking.

BB looks at the car for a few more seconds, then goesto get into his car.

BB:

Ever see a dealership?

No.

MOE:

Interesting.

BB:

They get in the car and drive off.

CUT TO:

78 EXT. RACETRACK - ANGLE ON STARTING GATE - DAY 78

as it bolts open and the horses charge out.

CUT TO:

79 INT. TURF CLUB AT RACE TRACK - ANGLE ON SAM AND TILLEY

- DAY

79

Sitting at a table. Sam is studying the racing form,

Tilley is studying the menu.

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TILLEY:

I keep racking my brain. I gotta

find a way to really get even with

this guy. It isn't enough to

wreck his car... even breaking

into his house and messing it up

or something, that don't have

enough impact. I mean, the man

poked my wife! I gotta come up

with something ingenious...

something ingenious.

Sam sees a WAITER approaching and indicates to Tilley to

get off the subject. Waiter arrives at their table.

SAM:

(to Tilley)

So, what do ya think?

TILLEY:

I think I'll take some meatloaf.

WAITER:

(writes on check)

Meatloaf.

TILLEY:

No, I think I'll have some fish.

No, no... fish doesn't fill you

up. Meatloaf.

He closes the menu.

WAITER:

So, it's meatloaf?

SAM:

(to Tilley)

What do you think, 'Sally's pride'

in the second?

(to Waiter)

Get me a Bloody Mary.

WAITER:

(to Sam)

Anything other than the Bloody

Mary?

TILLEY:

(to Sam)

What number is Sally's Pride?

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SAM:

Six.

(to Waiter)

No, I don't like to eat until

the third race.

Waiter walks off.

TILLEY:

(putting his hand

to his forehead)

Six... six... six... six.

(beat)

I'm thinking one. Whose one?

SAM:

Mr. Motor.

TILLEY:

Then that's it, I'm going with one.

SAM:

Tilley, this is insane. You're

picking horses because you think

you're clairvoyant or something.

TILLEY:

Sam, I'm not doing too well by

checking the stats, so why not.

I put my hand to my forehead, I

see a one -- Mr. Motor in the

second... twenty bucks.

They both look toward the track, the horses race to the

finish line. Number nine streaks across the finish line.

SAM:

Hallihan's Daughter.

TILLEY:

(laughing)

I got it... I got it...

He picks up the racing form.

TILLEY:

Three to one... hundred and

sixty smackers.

(laughs)

Hand to the forehead! Hand to

the forehead!

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SAM:

You're not exactly talking about

a long shot. Mr. Motor, for

instance, is coming off at

50 to 1.

Tilley taps his forehead, with his eyes closed.

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