vig
02-24-2005, 09:11 AM
INT. DOORWAY
Jason opens it up to Meats.
MEATS
Let’s go.
JASON
Where’re we going?
MEATS
You don’t ask me questions, you
Just follow directions.
Meats is all business. Jason has a bad feeling about this.
EXT. PARKING LOT – CATELLI’S FUNERAL HOME
Jason sits in the passenger side of Meat’s car. Lou, in an unmarked car along side.
MEATS
You got the keys?
LOU
When this is over, there’s no
more keys.
MEATS
When this is over, there’s no
more Meats. Just a guy fishing
in Vermont.
Lou leans over and gives him the keys and a piece of paper. Meats opens up the paper, there’s an address on it: Excalibur Motel, room 19. He folds it up.
LOU
My ten grand is wiped?
MEATS
And I’ll throw in a grand
on top of that for all times
sake.
Meat’s turns his key, the engine roars to life.
INT. CAR – MOVING
Meat’s and Jason drive in silence down a tree lined road in the outskirts of town. The boonies, some would call it.
The leaves are almost completed turned, their yellow bristles in the breeze, as they fall and obscure the pavement.
Meat’s never once looks at Jason. They pull into a motel and park. Not another building for two hundred yards. Meats shuts off the car and looks right at Jason.
MEATS
He’s inside.
JASON
Who?
MEATS
The ****ing pervert. Room
nineteen.
JASON
How do you know?
MEATS
Let’s just say I got eyes
everywhere and I pay to keep
them looking.
JASON
Meat’s… I can’t do this…
MEATS
It ain’t up to you anymore you
dumb ****. You do what’s best
for your family, cause that’s all
you got now. Think of Taylor.
Meats takes a gun from under the seat. And drops it in Jason’s lap.
MEATS
Room '519'.
Jason can’t talk his way out of this one. He opens his door, it creaks open.
INT. ROOM 519 – THAT MOMENT
Loud snoring. A ASIAN girl, maybe (17) sits quietly on the bed, wide awake. But the thing is, she’s handcuffed to the bedpost, her mascara smudged, eyes puffy and red.
She looks miserable.
Right next to her, crashed out snoring, is Benny.
EXT. MOTEL
Jason makes his way down a hallway, cautious. A door opens behind him, he nearly jumps out of his socks. A cat is let out. The door shuts.
He turns the corner, a row of ten or so rooms face the back lot, then a concrete retaining wall.
Jason peeks his way around the corner, reads the door ‘516’. He slinks to door number ‘519’
He looks through the front window, a space in the drapes, as he looks inside, the Asian girl looks right at him. She screams.
It’s all or nothing now, Jason kicks open the door.
INT. ROOM
Benny, in a banana hammock is groggy, but armed. He fires one shot that hits the door as Jason crashes in, another shot smashes through the window.
Jason fires twice, bullets ping off the oven, as he cuts the distance in half to Benny – couple more shots at close range but miraculously nobodies hit.
Jason tackles Benny against a table. They slam to the ground entwined, fighting for their lives.
But Jason quickly gets the better of it and smashes Benny’s head against the ground over and over.
What ensues is a terrible beating that leaves Benny a bloody mess. Jason finally stops.
Outside Meat’s car zooms around to the back.
JASON
(to Benny)
We’re the keys you sick ****.
Where are they?
Jason kicks Benny, who yelps. Benny gurgles out.
BENNY
The draw.
Jason grabs the keys, unlocks the girl as Meats comes through the door.
MEATS
Where’s the money?
He grabs Benny with his good hand. Jason spots the bag in the closet.
JASON
In the closet.
Meats lets go of Benny, grabs the money and coins.
MEATS
(to the girl)
You stay quiet? You understand?
He hands her a roll of money.
MEATS
You understand... never say
nothing about this. Ever.
The girls petrified, but she nods, tears rolling down her eys.
GIRL
Yes. Thank you.
She kisses him on the cheek and runs out. Jason grabs the gun, and drags Benny to the car. Throwing him in the back then getting in.
INT. CATELLI FUNERAL HOME
A sliver of light shoots through a curtain. Meats
opens it a little more.
MEATS
Now we’re tied to one another.
We’ve got a bond. We’ve got to
trust one another from here on out.
BENNY
Don’t do this….. Mcchutchen.
You’ll all rot in hell.
Benny’s hands and legs are tied together as Jason drags him toward Meats and the death platform that leads to the incinerator.
BENNY
Let me live. Please.
Screams turn to sobs then prays... reciting ‘as I walk in the valley of death’, sobbing…
Meats grabs Benny’s feet, Jason his torso, they lift him up onto the platform. Blood seeps through Meat’s shirt.
He struggles to open up a panel . . .
. . expertly presses different buttons in a learned sequence. Benny’s pleading makes Jason sick.
JASON
Don’t do this Meats…
I can’t live with this.
MEATS
It’s him alone, or you joining
him... your choice.
SOUNDS of Gas igniting. Benny’s sobbing. Jason takes one last look at Benny, then turns and walks out.
The sounds of Benny pleading for his life intensify.
Jason shuts the door behind. The screams get louder.
A GUNSHOT. No more screams.
INT. CREMATORIUM
A door opens up, heat blasts out. Benny’s motionless body heads for the oven.
MEATS
Stay warm Benny.
Benny rolls into the oven, then the door closes.
INT. FUNERAL HOME
A room filled with different style caskets, floral arrangements and all the accessories that go with the dead.
Meats leans up against a casket, Jason stands. The bag of coins at his side.
MEATS
Bring them back…? You nuts?
Those coins are your way out.
Get your life back.
JASON
They’re not mine.
MEATS
'L22' ain’t gonna miss them
where he is…
JASON
I know.
MEATS
Well I’ll tell you what, I’m
taking a couple, call it a finders
fee.
Jason picks up the bag and plops it down on a table. Meats unzips it. The coins sparkle.
MEATS
Three for the the finders fee (he takes three)
And one for the vig.
He takes another one, holds them in his hand.
MEATS
They sure are shiny.
JASON
We okay?
MEATS
Yup. We’ll work out the
finer details next week.
Meats shakes Jason’s hand. Jason walks out.
Jason opens it up to Meats.
MEATS
Let’s go.
JASON
Where’re we going?
MEATS
You don’t ask me questions, you
Just follow directions.
Meats is all business. Jason has a bad feeling about this.
EXT. PARKING LOT – CATELLI’S FUNERAL HOME
Jason sits in the passenger side of Meat’s car. Lou, in an unmarked car along side.
MEATS
You got the keys?
LOU
When this is over, there’s no
more keys.
MEATS
When this is over, there’s no
more Meats. Just a guy fishing
in Vermont.
Lou leans over and gives him the keys and a piece of paper. Meats opens up the paper, there’s an address on it: Excalibur Motel, room 19. He folds it up.
LOU
My ten grand is wiped?
MEATS
And I’ll throw in a grand
on top of that for all times
sake.
Meat’s turns his key, the engine roars to life.
INT. CAR – MOVING
Meat’s and Jason drive in silence down a tree lined road in the outskirts of town. The boonies, some would call it.
The leaves are almost completed turned, their yellow bristles in the breeze, as they fall and obscure the pavement.
Meat’s never once looks at Jason. They pull into a motel and park. Not another building for two hundred yards. Meats shuts off the car and looks right at Jason.
MEATS
He’s inside.
JASON
Who?
MEATS
The ****ing pervert. Room
nineteen.
JASON
How do you know?
MEATS
Let’s just say I got eyes
everywhere and I pay to keep
them looking.
JASON
Meat’s… I can’t do this…
MEATS
It ain’t up to you anymore you
dumb ****. You do what’s best
for your family, cause that’s all
you got now. Think of Taylor.
Meats takes a gun from under the seat. And drops it in Jason’s lap.
MEATS
Room '519'.
Jason can’t talk his way out of this one. He opens his door, it creaks open.
INT. ROOM 519 – THAT MOMENT
Loud snoring. A ASIAN girl, maybe (17) sits quietly on the bed, wide awake. But the thing is, she’s handcuffed to the bedpost, her mascara smudged, eyes puffy and red.
She looks miserable.
Right next to her, crashed out snoring, is Benny.
EXT. MOTEL
Jason makes his way down a hallway, cautious. A door opens behind him, he nearly jumps out of his socks. A cat is let out. The door shuts.
He turns the corner, a row of ten or so rooms face the back lot, then a concrete retaining wall.
Jason peeks his way around the corner, reads the door ‘516’. He slinks to door number ‘519’
He looks through the front window, a space in the drapes, as he looks inside, the Asian girl looks right at him. She screams.
It’s all or nothing now, Jason kicks open the door.
INT. ROOM
Benny, in a banana hammock is groggy, but armed. He fires one shot that hits the door as Jason crashes in, another shot smashes through the window.
Jason fires twice, bullets ping off the oven, as he cuts the distance in half to Benny – couple more shots at close range but miraculously nobodies hit.
Jason tackles Benny against a table. They slam to the ground entwined, fighting for their lives.
But Jason quickly gets the better of it and smashes Benny’s head against the ground over and over.
What ensues is a terrible beating that leaves Benny a bloody mess. Jason finally stops.
Outside Meat’s car zooms around to the back.
JASON
(to Benny)
We’re the keys you sick ****.
Where are they?
Jason kicks Benny, who yelps. Benny gurgles out.
BENNY
The draw.
Jason grabs the keys, unlocks the girl as Meats comes through the door.
MEATS
Where’s the money?
He grabs Benny with his good hand. Jason spots the bag in the closet.
JASON
In the closet.
Meats lets go of Benny, grabs the money and coins.
MEATS
(to the girl)
You stay quiet? You understand?
He hands her a roll of money.
MEATS
You understand... never say
nothing about this. Ever.
The girls petrified, but she nods, tears rolling down her eys.
GIRL
Yes. Thank you.
She kisses him on the cheek and runs out. Jason grabs the gun, and drags Benny to the car. Throwing him in the back then getting in.
INT. CATELLI FUNERAL HOME
A sliver of light shoots through a curtain. Meats
opens it a little more.
MEATS
Now we’re tied to one another.
We’ve got a bond. We’ve got to
trust one another from here on out.
BENNY
Don’t do this….. Mcchutchen.
You’ll all rot in hell.
Benny’s hands and legs are tied together as Jason drags him toward Meats and the death platform that leads to the incinerator.
BENNY
Let me live. Please.
Screams turn to sobs then prays... reciting ‘as I walk in the valley of death’, sobbing…
Meats grabs Benny’s feet, Jason his torso, they lift him up onto the platform. Blood seeps through Meat’s shirt.
He struggles to open up a panel . . .
. . expertly presses different buttons in a learned sequence. Benny’s pleading makes Jason sick.
JASON
Don’t do this Meats…
I can’t live with this.
MEATS
It’s him alone, or you joining
him... your choice.
SOUNDS of Gas igniting. Benny’s sobbing. Jason takes one last look at Benny, then turns and walks out.
The sounds of Benny pleading for his life intensify.
Jason shuts the door behind. The screams get louder.
A GUNSHOT. No more screams.
INT. CREMATORIUM
A door opens up, heat blasts out. Benny’s motionless body heads for the oven.
MEATS
Stay warm Benny.
Benny rolls into the oven, then the door closes.
INT. FUNERAL HOME
A room filled with different style caskets, floral arrangements and all the accessories that go with the dead.
Meats leans up against a casket, Jason stands. The bag of coins at his side.
MEATS
Bring them back…? You nuts?
Those coins are your way out.
Get your life back.
JASON
They’re not mine.
MEATS
'L22' ain’t gonna miss them
where he is…
JASON
I know.
MEATS
Well I’ll tell you what, I’m
taking a couple, call it a finders
fee.
Jason picks up the bag and plops it down on a table. Meats unzips it. The coins sparkle.
MEATS
Three for the the finders fee (he takes three)
And one for the vig.
He takes another one, holds them in his hand.
MEATS
They sure are shiny.
JASON
We okay?
MEATS
Yup. We’ll work out the
finer details next week.
Meats shakes Jason’s hand. Jason walks out.