Tin Men Page #21

BB:

You know something, Stanley, I

can always smell a guy who's not

made of tin.

He walks over to Stanley.

BB:

It's against the law to steal

files. I could call and have

you arrested and sent to jail,

right now.

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STANLEY:

I'll put everything back, nobody's

the wiser.

BB:

You work for the Commission, is

that it?

Stan nods "yes."

BB:

Doesn't the Commission have

enough information? They got to

send out guys like you to spy?

STANLEY:

Well, we just started out, and if

we had some really good hard facts

of some infractions, it would give

us a lot of credibility in the

community.

BB walks closer to Stanley, looks at him for a second,

grabs him by his tie and pushes him backwards. Stanley

crashes into the filing cabinet.

BB:

You know what your big problem

is, Stanley? You're lazy. If

you want to find out stuff, then

you dig... you get on the phone...

you canvas... 'We're from the

Home Improvement Commission...'

Go find your leads... that's what

we do all the time. You're just

lazy, Stanley. If we're doing

something wrong, you should

collect all your evidence.

Instead, you snoop around...

steal files. What is this?

Undercover time? You think

you're breaking up some big drug

ring? Is this the Mafia you've

infiltrated? All you've got here

is a bunch of guys selling tin

for Christ sake!

(beat)

You want some files?

He walks over to the filing cabinet, flips through some

files and pulls out three files. Stanley has gotten up

from the floor. BB throws the files down on the desk.

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BB:

Here... here's some jobs I did.

Leave Moe out of this... he quitthe business.

Stanley gathers up the files from the desk.

BB:

Go on, get out of here.

Stanley starts for the door, and turns back.

STANLEY:

Why are you doing this?

BB:

If it's not gonna be you, it'sgonna be somebody else... and ifit's not tonight, it's gonna beanother time.

Stanley exits the office. BB picks up the files thatStanley had taken out of the filing cabinet, and startsto put them back. Then he slams the filing drawersclosed very hard.

CUT TO:

133 INT. BB'S HOUSE - BEDROOM - NIGHT 133

BB and Nora are in bed together.

NORA:

Maybe if I talked to him anotherday he'll change his mind. I

mean, he's like that... one day,

he's this way and another day he'sthat way.

BB:

You don't need to talk to him.

NORA:

I mean, he's probably, you know,

upset about the I.R.S. taking thehouse and all our stuff.

After a beat.

BB:

Ever see a Volkswagen?

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NORA:

What?

BB:

You know, those little Volkswagens.

NORA:

What does that mean?

BB:

It's a car... a little car.

NORA:

What does that have to do with

anything?

BB:

I dunno... they're interesting.

NORA:

What?

BB:

It's interesting.

NORA:

What's so interesting about a car?

BB:

I dunno. It's a little thing...

you know, a little thing. Guy

tells me they don't even have

radiators... they're air-cooled.

NORA:

Yeah?

BB:

It's interesting... different...

something new. I like it.

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134 INT. GIBRALTAR ALUMINUM SIDING OFFICE IN POOL HALL 134

Wing is standing up at the blackboard chalking out

schedules and sales. Tilley stands back and looks at

the board, seeing his name up with Mouse.

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TILLEY:

(to Wing)

Tilley and Mouse. It looks weird,

doesn't it? Looks very weird.

WING:

Let's hope you have some better

luck with Mouse.

CUT TO:

135 INT. POOL HALL 135

The pool hall is fairly unlit, except for the slight

shaft of light falling over several tables. Gil is playing

pool with another tin man. Mouse, Sam, and three or

four other tin men are playing pool.

ANGLE ON STAIRS TO POOL HALL

BB comes down the stairs into the pool hall.

ANGLE ON GIL:

He stops playing pool.

GIL:

(under his breath)

Mr. Marengay.

He goes over to the office door, opens it and yells to

Tilley.

GIL:

Hey, Tilley... Mr. Marengay's

out here.

Tilley comes out of the office and stands looking at BB.

BB:

Can I talk to you in private, or

do I have to talk to you over

fourteen pool tables?

Tilley moves down the hall toward BB.

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BB:

We've got enough that's going

down between the two of us, but

the fact of the matter is that I

love your wife, and I want to

marry her.

TILLEY:

I don't care who she marries,

but I don't want her marrying

you!

BB:

Why don't we just talk about

this in a nice, rational manner.

TILLEY:

Rational? You're going to be

rational?

BB:

We've got our problems, but let's

try and isolate this particular

situation.

TILLEY:

Isolate... isolate... I like this

kind of talk. What the hell

nonsense is that?

BB:

What are you gonna gain from this

thing here?

TILLEY:

Now let me see here... I've got

to isolate that for a moment and

think it over.

BB:

Nobody's going to benefit from

making me mad.

TILLEY:

You ought to hear yourself. You

know that? You ought to listen

to the way you talk. You come

in here, you want to take my wife

... you want to isolate this

situation... you want to be

rational. I've got no tolerance

for you, mister. You know what

I'm saying?

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BB:

What you're saying is you don't

want to discuss this, am I

right?

TILLEY:

(after a beat)

You like pool?

The other tin men move closer to Tilley and BB, crowding

in.

BB:

I enjoy the game.

TILLEY:

Why don't we play a little game

of eight ball? If I lose, I

consent to the divorce... if you

lose, you give Nora up... walk

away from her.

BB stares at Tilley; Tilley eyes BB.

BB:

(quietly)

Rack 'em.

HARD CUT TO:

TIGHT SHOT OF CUE BALL

hitting the balls on the break. A seven ball drops into

the pocket. CAMERA PANS TO BB who has a smile on his

face at the successful break he just made. He quickly

moves around the table, lines up a shot and sinks the

ball. Tilley looks a little concerned. BB moves around

the table quickly, confidently. He lines up another

shot. He carefully strokes the pool cue between his

fingers, hits the ball, and sinks the shot. He moves

around the table -- he has a particularly complicated

shot.

BB:

Combination... side pocket.

The tin men react. BB hits the ball and sinks it.

BB:

That's four.

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He quickly surveys the table and sees his next shot. He

hits the ball, it goes toward the pocket, but bounces

back slightly, missing the pocket. Tilley quickly goes

to work. He sinks his first shot... his second. He

makes a difficult shot.

TILLEY:

Yes, sir! Yes, sir!

Tilley keeps moving around the table, sinking one ball

after the other. He's enthusiastic, excited and confident.

He sinks another ball, and another. He sinks

every ball, then he eyes the eight ball for the coup de

grace.

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