Get Carter Page #2

Jack hangs up his coat and looks to the back. Davis sits

alone in a two-person booth, engrossed in the Journal.

DAVIS’S POV

He looks up from his paper, sensing something. In his

booth, right in front of him, is Jack.

BACK TO SCENE:

DAVIS:

What the f***?

(CONTINUED)

6.

CONTINUED:

JACK:

It’s time to give up on pro ball,

Davis. Doesn’t assimilate with

Daddy’s portfolio.

Davis meets Jack’s gaze for three seconds and knows.

DAVIS:

Dexter, you f***ing peasant.

The older WAITER appears and breaks Jack’s glare.

JACK:

Do you have egg beaters?

WAITER:

What are you, kiddin’ me?

JACK:

A glass of water then. Thank you.

The Waiter looks at Davis and suddenly he’s not hungry.

The Waiter shakes his head and tends to his other

patrons. Davis pulls out a cigarette.

JACK:

Don’t spark up in here. People

are trying to enjoy their

breakfast.

DAVIS:

What do you want?

JACK:

What do I want? Shut your mouth

and listen. That’s what I want.

(as Davis is silent)

All you Wall Street schmucks. You

analyze numbers ’til you’re blue

in the face, but when it comes

down to betting, a.k.a. thinking

with your money, your common sense

is as scarce as your ethics.

DAVIS:

And what you do is ethical?

JACK:

If you’d ever hit one you’d think

I was ethical.

The Waiter drops off a water. Jack smiles in thanks.

(CONTINUED)

7.

CONTINUED:

JACK:

There are two reasons why you

should never bet on team sports.

The players aren’t interested in

the spread and they’re not using

their money. It’s that simple.

DAVIS:

Yes, I grasp the concept.

JACK:

So why are you putting ten grand

on Miami when they’re playing in

Green Bay and it’s twenty below

zero?

(as Davis says

nothing)

I’m sorry that it got this

pathetic, but you owe ninety-six

thousand -

DAVIS:

I owe eighty-seven!

JACK:

You owe eighty-seven plus a ten

percent book fee. I’m letting

that 49ers incident slide. But

it’s time to act intelligent.

You’ve dealt with Dex, he’s

allowed you to be fiscally

irresponsible, it’s over.

Davis laughs and gives a condescending shake of the head.

Jack punches him hard in the face for this. Blood rushes

painfully from Davis’s nose. It’s so crazy in the diner,

however, nobody notices a thing.

JACK:

It’s okay. Ssshh. You’ll be

fine.

DAVIS:

(softly whimpering)

You broke my f***ing nose!

JACK:

It’s okay. Ssshh. You’ll still

be able to trade.

Jack practically holds him up in the booth and hands him

napkins. Davis looks ready to faint as Jack whispers.

(CONTINUED)

8.

CONTINUED:

JACK:

Rich fathers set spoiled children

up with trusts. They do this for

tax purposes. Where do we go to

get it?

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