Tin Men Page #6

TILLEY:

(as he smashes,

wildly)

He'll get a lot of air... won't

be too stuffy in this car when I'm

finished.

GIL:

(calling from Tilley's

Cadillac)

Quick, Tilley... let's get out

of here.

Tilley runs back to his car and drives away.

CUT TO:

41 INT. SUPERIOR ALUMINUM SIDING OFFICE - TIGHT SHOT - DAY 41

Of a map of a 15 block area of Baltimore. Colored pins

are in place indicating various homes that have been

provided with aluminum siding. Another pin goes into

place.

BAGEL (O.S.)

That was a good sale, Double B.

Just got a call on a loan...

we're in business.

CUT TO:

ANOTHER ANGLE:

We see BAGEL. He's a little guy with a black Fedora and

baggy pants held up with suspenders. BB stands with him.

BAGEL:

This whole section has been very

fertile for us.

CUT TO:

(CONTINUED)

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ANOTHER ANGLE:

Moe, Looney and Carly are talking to STANLEY FRANKS, a

young guy in his early 20's. He is dressed in the "Ivy

League" look of the times.

MOE:

(to Stanley)

Sure you wanna get into the tin

game?

STANLEY:

Money's good, I understand.

LOONEY:

Lot of crazy people you're gonna

run into when you're knocking on

those doors. Hermits that don't

see the outside world, Jehovah's

Witnesses that try and sell you

the Bible at the same time you're

trying to sell them tin. People

that are just lonely and want to

have conversations.

CARLY:

Every time you step in that door,

you've got to be fast on your feet.

STANLEY:

Interesting.

MOE:

(quizzing Stanley)

What's the best way to qualify

a mark?

STANLEY:

What?

MOE:

How do you know if you can get the

upper hand? How do you know if

you're dealing with a guy who's in

an inferior position to you, or

superior position? How do you

know?

Moe puts Stanley on the defensive.

STANLEY:

You just have to talk and feel

your way.

(CONTINUED)

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MOE:

Quick way... get a book of

matches out of your pocket to

light your cigarette... you drop

the matches on the floor.

STANLEY:

(looks puzzled)

Yeah.

MOE:

Guy bends down to pick up the

matches for you, you got a mark...

you got this guy in your pocket.

If he looks to you to pick it up,

you've got a long, hard, tough

sell on your hands.

BB walks over to the guys, having just poured himself

some coffee.

BB:

You want to get in good with these

people... you want to win their

confidence? Good thing to try...

get a five dollar bill, take it

out when the guy's not looking,

drop it on the ground. Guy looks

back, pick it up, hand it to him

and say, 'Mr. Blah blah, you

musta dropped this five dollar

bill on the ground.' Two things

happen... he says, 'It's not

mine,' you say, 'Musta been, 'cos

it's certainly not mine,' or the

guy takes it. Right away this

guy is thinking you must be one

hell of a nice guy... you're in.

You start chipping away... you

start getting inside those people.

Stanley is quite taken by their information. BB puts

his cup down and grabs his coat.

BB:

Come on, Moe, let's split.

LOONEY:

(to Stanley)

Yeah, we'd better go, too. Come

on, Stanley.

(to Carly who is

hanging behind)

Me and Stanley. It's like a first

date.

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42 EXT. SUPERIOR ALUMINUM SIDING BUILDING - DAY 42

BB and Moe approach BB's Cadillac. He sees that all the

windows have been smashed in. Moe looks to BB. Looney

walks up from behind.

LOONEY:

What? You got a special bargain

when you bought this car? They

come cheaper without windows?

BB reaches into the car and picks up a handful of broken

glass. He tosses it up and down in his hands.

BB:

This guy's looking to play tit

for tat. That's not my game.

I'm gonna play hardball.

BB throws the glass down on the ground.

STANLEY:

(to Looney, quietly)

What's going on?

Looney just nods for them to go, and they start to walk

over to Looney's Cadillac.

BB:

I'm gonna find out everything

about this son of a b*tch, and

then I'm gonna find the one thing

that cuts him to the quick.

MOE:

Let's go inside... make some

calls.

BB nods and they start back inside.

CUT TO:

43 INT. POOL HALL - TIGHT SHOT 43

of a pool ball ricocheting off an eight ball. The eight

ball drops into the pocket. Tilley throws down his pool

stick. We see his partner is Mouse. Gil sits in a chair

against a wall.

TILLEY:

Damn it! Damn it! I can't believe

it... I can't believe I did that.

(CONTINUED)

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43 43

CONTINUED:

MOUSE:

Well, then, believe it. There's

no sense not to believe it,

because you did it... so believe

it. That's twenty more... you

owe me sixty.

TILLEY:

You think I can't add?

He goes to rack to re-set. Mouse goes over and puts a

nickel in the juke box. A RECORD slips into position,

and Harry Belafonte's "Banana Boat Song" begins. Mouse,

in unison with the record, sings, and is totally caught

up in the song.

MOUSE:

'Dayo!... da, da, da, da, day.

Daylight come and he wanna go

home...'

He sings very loudly, especially on the chorus.

GIL:

(facetiously)

Oh, this is going to be good.

MOUSE:

'Dayo!... da, da, da, da, da, da,

da.'

(he hits his pool cue

on the ground for

emphasis)

'Daylight come and he wanna go

home...'

CUT TO:

44 INT. ROOM OFF MAIN POOL HALL 44

Sam is going through some papers on a desk, and comes

across an IRS letter addressed to Tilley. He notices

that it hasn't been opened. He looks at the postdate

mark -- it's five weeks old, dated January 3, 1963.

SAM:

Jesus Christ!

We can hear the "BANANA BOAT SONG" through the door, with

MOUSE SCREECHING along with it. Sam takes the letter and

goes through the door to the pool hall.

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45 INT. POOL HALL 45

He approaches Tilley who's just finished racking the

balls.

SAM:

Tilley.

He nods for Tilley to go over to him. They start to

walk together through the darkened areas of the Pool

Hall.

SAM:

Found this on your desk while I

was going over some papers.

He hands the letter to Tilley.

TILLEY:

From the IRS. I never even

remember seeing it. I must have

left it with my other bills. I

wonder what it is?

SAM:

Maybe it's a refund check.

Tilley opens the envelope and looks at the document.

TILLEY:

Hum... says here that they haven't

received my 1962 taxes. They seem

to be saying that they didn't

get my check for four thousand

dollars.

SAM:

What? It must be a clerical

error.

TILLEY:

I can't believe they spend all

that time and energy to write to

me... to single me out.

SAM:

What are you talking about? You

didn't pay your taxes?

TILLEY:

I probably forgot... people

forget their taxes all the time...

just slipped my mind... I got so

many things on my mind.

(MORE)

(CONTINUED)

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TILLEY (CONT'D)

I figured they could wait a few

years... it's not like they need

my money to build a bomber. You

think they're waiting for my money

before they dig a new road? Are

they all sitting there saying,

'Well, it's time we went to see

that guy on Pimlico Road... can't

run this government without his

four thousand dollars.'

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