Tin Men Page #15

NORA:

Yeah, I'll have some.

TILLEY:

(shouting to

waitress)

Florence, some coffee here.

(to Nora)

It's for the best.

(beat)

You know, we were kind of fooling

ourselves, weren't we?

(CONTINUED)

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NORA:

Yes, it went wrong somewhere

along the line -- I don't know

where though.

TILLEY:

Yes, something went wrong... I

don't know.

Florence walks over and pours coffee for Tilley and Nora,

then walks away.

TILLEY:

So you like this guy?

NORA:

Yeah, I like him.

TILLEY:

All in all I guess it'll all work

out for the best.

NORA:

I'm glad you feel that way.

TILLEY:

Yeah, can you figure it out? A

guy bangs into my car, thinks I

did him in, tries to get even with

me by stealing my wife, you two

people fall in love... can you

figure that out?

NORA:

What?

TILLEY:

You telling me you didn't know

this was the guy?

NORA:

This was that guy?

TILLEY:

Yeah, I told you I ran into

another tin man.

NORA:

He didn't tell me he was a tin

man... he told me he sold baby

pictures.

(CONTINUED)

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TILLEY:

It's your life. All I know is

this guy has a bent weather vane.

Oh, God!

NORA:

Not another tin man.

CUT TO:

102 INT. SUPERIOR ALUMINUM SIDING COMPANY OFFICE - DAY 102

We see and hear the Girls working the telephones, asbefore.

GIRL #1

Good afternoon, this is SuperiorAluminum Siding. We're going tohave...

GIRL #2

... a salesman in your areatoday...

BB is sitting in a chair across from Looney.

LOONEY:

Beeb, why don't you let Stanleywork with you. I'm off to Florida

at the end of the week for some

sun and fun. Let Stanley workwith you, and when I get back,

we'll see how Moe's doing.

BB:

I don't know. To be honest with

you, I think I'd rather work alone... he's too green. Is he a painin the ass?

LOONEY:

No. He don't talk much; he's a

good listener, so he can't really

get on your nerves. He's a lousypool player and he can't playcards for sh*t, but...

BB:

(interrupting)

So what good is he?

(CONTINUED)

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LOONEY:

Studious type... takes a lot of

notes.

BB:

(smiles)

If this is a sales pitch, I think

you got to work a little harder

'cos I don't think you've got

good product.

CUT TO:

103 EXT. INDUSTRIAL WAREHOUSE - ANGLE ON BB - DAY 103

As he comes out of the Superior Aluminum building and

walks towards his car. We see Nora driving her Chevy in

front of BB's car. She drives her car forward, and then

reverses it hard into BB's Cadillac. He runs over to

the driver's side of Nora's Chevy.

BB:

What are you, crazy?!

Nora drives the car forward and then backwards again

almost running BB down. She rolls down the window (automatically)

so that she can yell.

NORA:

You're a goddamn tin man!

Then she backs the car up. BB tries to go around the

front of the car.

BB:

Wait a minute! Wait a minute!

Nora starts to move the car towards him. He moves away,

and her car smashes into the side of his car. She

presses the button to the window and rolls it down

just a shade.

NORA:

You wanted to win me just to

get even with my husband...

screw you!

She rolls up the window, floors the car, and drives

away.

(CONTINUED)

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ANGLE ON LOONEY:

as he walks out of the building. He sees BB's car all

smashed up.

LOONEY:

(to BB)

I think you ought to get rid of

this car... it's bad luck.

Nora's CAR SCREECHES around the corner.

LOONEY:

Is that the guy again?

BB:

No, it's his wife.

LOONEY:

There's some kind of sickness

that runs in that family.

CUT TO:

104 INT. POOL HALL - TIGHT SHOT OF MOUSE - DAY 104

He's singing "The Banana Boat Song."

MOUSE:

'Day-O! da,da,da,da,day... daylight

come and he wanna go home...'

ANGLE ON TILLEY AND GIL

at a table playing pool. Mouse is standing next to his

trusted JUKEBOX, belting out his favorite Harry Belafonte

song. In b.g.:

TILLEY:

(to Gil)

Why can't they get rid of that

f***ing record? It's not a hit

anymore... nobody cares about

this song anymore... it's history.

Mouse continue singing in the background.

MOUSE:

'Day-O! da,da,da,da,day...'

GIL:

We can always smash the juke box,

or break in and steal the record.

(CONTINUED)

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TILLEY:

(lining up a shot)

He's getting on my nerves. The

guy eats like an animal, and

sings like an a**hole.

GIL:

Maybe it's me, but I'm beginning

to like it.

Tilley hits the ball and sinks the shot.

TILLEY:

(happily)

Yes, sir... yes, sir!

ANGLE ON SAM:

He comes out of the back room into the pool hall, and

walks over to the table where Tilley and Gil are playing

pool. He drops an open envelope onto the pool table.

SAM:

(to Tilley)

Take a look at this crap.

TILLEY:

IRS? They're not gonna leave me

alone!

SAM:

Home Improvement Commission.

With those words there's a genuine moment of concern from

all of the tin men -- even Mouse stops singing. Tilley

picks up the envelope and pulls out the letter.

TILLEY:

We've got to appear?

SAM:

I think that's the gist of what

they're saying.

Gil looks over Tilley's shoulder at the letter. Mouse

comes over.

MOUSE:

Holy Christ!

TILLEY:

Can't we just ignore it? How do

they know we got the letter.

(CONTINUED)

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SAM:

It's certified.

TILLEY:

What do you think, Sam?

SAM:

I dunno... I don't know what

they've got.

TILLEY:

Why is this happening? Am I

paranoid or something? I mean,

why is this happening? The

government is after me... the

state is after me... Mr. Marengay

... somebody is always after me.

What the hell's going on here?

I'm just this guy. What's the

big deal? They can't get along

without me? The government can't

operate unless they've got Tilley's

money... the Commission's after

my job! This sh*t's driving me

insane! All the lying, thieving,

stealing corporations in this

world, and the IRS takes the

time to come for me? There's

billions of dollars out there

but they've got to come and get

Tilley's four thousand dollars!

(turning to Mouse)

Turn off the f***ing Belafonte

song now, or I'm gonna break the

goddamn machine!!

CUT TO:

105 INT. CORRAL CLUB - NIGHT 105

BB is sitting at the bar, getting drunk. Stanley sits

next to him. A girl approaches (RUTHIE).

RUTHIE:

Come on, Beeb, let's dance.

BB:

Not tonight, Ruthie, my dancing

shoes are on holiday.

RUTHIE:

You sure?

(CONTINUED)

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BB:

I'm more than sure.

Ruthie moves off. BB takes a shot of whiskey and downs

it, and then drinks some beer.

STANLEY:

Who was the best you ever saw?

BB:

Best I ever saw? Best tin man

I ever saw?

He holds up his shot glass towards the bartender, and

the bartender fills it up.

BB:

Harry Apel... Dandy Flynn... those

guys had good lines, but they

burned themselves out too fast.

Best? Moe's the best... the best

there ever was. If he's in the

door, he's got a sale. The best

closer ever.

STANLEY:

What's some of the hustles he

used to pull?

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