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CHEESE BB puts the summons into

What does this have to do his breast pocket and

with the couple who broke exits the office.

up?

CARLY:

We'll get to that once we've

discussed Wilma... they'll

still be broken up... we'll

get to that in a minute.

LOONEY:

How do you know Wilma?

CUT TO:

138 EXT. PIMLICO BAR/RESTAURANT - NIGHT 138

Tilley drives into the parking lot of the Pimlico -- he

heads for a dark corner of the lot where about eight cars

are parked. As he's about to park his car, he sees Wing

talking to Masters in the car next to his. Tilley's a

bit confused, stays in his car watching them. After a

couple of beats, Wing gets out of the car and heads for

the Pimlico. Masters drives off. Tilley gets out of

his car and catches up to Wing.

TILLEY:

Hey, Wing, isn't that the putz

from the Commission?

Points to car driving out of parking lot.

WING:

Masters? Yeah.

TILLEY:

What the hell's he doing hanging

around here?

WING:

He wants information.

TILLEY:

I nailed his ass the other day,

Wing. Can't lay a finger on me.

I was amazing, you should have

been there. I was amazing... I

was respectful, courteous, but I

was slipping and sliding... they

couldn't touch me.

(CONTINUED)

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WING:

I got a real problem, Tilley.

Come inside, I'll buy you a drink.

CUT TO:

139 INT. PIMLICO BAR - NIGHT 139

Tilley and Wing are sitting at a table. The pianist is

playing, and people are sitting around the piano joining

in with the song.

TILLEY:

You're gonna sell me out to the

Commission? Wing, am I hearing

this right?

WING:

I'm up front with you about this...

I'm up front with ya, Tilley.

I've got my balls in a vice...

what am I gonna do?

TILLEY:

Is this about the money I owe

you? Are you just pissed? You

want to get even because of the

horse race? I told ya it was an

accident.

WING:

Tilley, it's got nothing to do

with the money.

TILLEY:

You're selling me out? You're

gonna let them bury me? Jesus

Christ, Wing... Jesus Christ!

I'm not gonna be able to work in

this business? Wing, this was

my chosen field!

WING:

Masters was gonna take this

company apart. You're the low man

on the totem pole, Tilley. There's

a lot of guys earning a good

living... no sense for it all to

go up in smoke. You understand,

don't you, Tilley? It's just

business.

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TILLEY:

Jesus Christ!

WING:

Listen, Tilley, you owe me sixteen

plus from the race, and you're in

for over two grand on the books,

so I tell you what... I'll wipe

the slate clean.

He takes out his wallet from his pocket, and peels off

a few notes.

WING:

Here's a thou until you get

yourself set up. I can do no

better than that.

TILLEY:

(looking at the

money)

You'd sell me out for a lousy

three thousand dollars? Three

thousand dollars and I got to go

down the toilet? Jesus Christ,

Wing, how long the two of us

been busting our asses together

... Jesus Christ! We got some

history to this relationship for

Christ sake. Masters puts a

little squeeze on you, you just

sell out. Three thousand

dollars?!

WING:

The bottom line is, I'm running

a business, Tilley.

(he peels off another

couple of hundred

dollars from his

wallet)

Here's another deuce. I carried

you a long time, Tilley. I've

done a damn sight more than a

lot of other guys would have

done for you... and I don't

see no gratitude from you.

He gets up to leave.

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WING:

You can finish up whenever you

like.

(throws a few

dollars on

the table)

I'm sorry, Tilley. That's the

way of the world.

He pats Tilley on the back and walks away.

CUT TO:

140 EXT. VACANT PARKING LOT - NIGHT 140

Tilley's Cadillac drives into the lot which overlooks

the harbor. We see the harbor city lights surrounding

the lot.

CUT TO:

141 INT. TILLEY'S CADILLAC - NIGHT 141

The RADIO is playing. Tilley stops the car, turns off

the lights, but leaves the radio playing. He leans into

the back of the car and takes a pillow off the back

seat. He props the cushion up against the passenger

side, and lies down, looking up to the roof of the car.

CUT TO:

142 EXT. CADILLAC IN PARKING LOT - LONG SHOT - NIGHT 142

of the car sitting in the deserted lot.

FADE TO BLACK.

FADE UP ON:

143 INT. BB'S APARTMENT - KITCHEN - EGGS - DAY 143

being fried in a frying pan on a stove.

NORA (O.S.)

(yelling)

Bill! Better hurry up,

everything's ready.

(CONTINUED)

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ANOTHER ANGLE:

Eggs being slipped onto a plate with some bacon and

hash browns.

ANOTHER ANGLE:

BB comes into the kitchen of his apartment. He is

tying his tie. WIDEN SHOT to include Nora.

NORA:

I can't believe that you're up

so early. This is a rare occasion.

BB:

Yeah. I just got some business

downtown I gotta take care of.

He stands there watching Nora as she prepares the plates

of food.

NORA:

Toast will be ready in a second.

Coffee's on the table.

He continues to stand watching her -- she's not aware

that he's watching her. She waits for the toast to pop

up out of the toaster.

BB:

Listen, Nora. I... um... I... er

... lied to you the other day.

Nora is still waiting for the toast, looking inside the

toaster to see if it's getting brown.

NORA:

How so?

BB:

I went to see Tilley about the

divorce.

She turns to look at him.

BB:

He was not too agreeable, and

one thing led to another, and we

decided to shoot some pool to

settle the matter.

NORA:

What?!

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The toast pops up -- she ignores it.

BB:

We played pool. If I won he'd

give you up, if I lost I'd give

you up.

NORA:

You played pool for me?

BB:

Nora, I had no choice.

NORA:

It's the most despicable thing

I've ever heard in my life. I

mean, it's disgusting... guys

shooting pool to determine my

future.

BB:

Nora, I had no choice!

(beat)

Hand me the toast.

NORA:

Get the toast yourself.

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