Get Shorty Page #2

TOMMY:

Hey, Chili.

(Chili pauses)

Get your coat, but don't piss the guy off, okay? It could

get complicated and we'd have to call Momo to straighten it

out. Then Momo gets pissed for wasting his time and we don't

need that.

CHILI:

Don't worry about it. I won't say any more than I have to,

if that.

EXT. STAIRS -- DAY

Chili pulls on the gloves as he goes up the stairs to the

third floor.

EXT. DOOR -- DAY

As Chili knocks on the door three times. He waits, pulls the

right-hand glove on tight, so that when RAY BONES opens the

door, Chili nails him. One punch. No need to throw the left.

RAY BONES:

Jesus . . . Oh, God . . .

Chili then steps over him into the room and grabs his coat

from a chair. He looks over at Ray Bones bent over, blood

running from his nose and mouth, blood all over his hands,

his shirt.

RAY BONES:

F***, man . . .

Chili walks out. Doesn't say one word to Ray Bones.

EXT. BARBER SHOP -- DAY

A warmer day. The sun is shining. All is quiet.

INT. BARBER SHOP -- SAME TIME

The place is empty except for FRED and ED, the two old

barbers sitting in the chairs, reading newspapers.

ED:

You been there, haven't you?

INT. BARBER SHOP BACKROOM -- SAME TIME

A room Tommy and Chili use as an office. Chili sits at the

desk making entries in the collection book. We can hear the

two old barbers talling o.s. . .

FRED O.S.

Paris? Yeah, I been there plenty times. It's right offa

Seventy-nine.

ED (O.S.)

Hell it is. It's on Sixty-eight. Seventeen miles from

Lexington.

FRED O.S.

What're you talking about, Paris, Kentucky, or Paris,

Tennessee?

Silence. No answer to the question. Chili look up from the

collection book, listens a moment to nothing.

He opens the desk drawer and pulls out a .38. He aims the

gun at the open doorway . . .

OVER CHILI'S SHOULDER

As Ray Bones, a bandage on his nose, appears in the back

hall, then the doorway to the office, his face showing

surprise to see a gun aimed at him . . .

Ray Bones begins firing the big Colt auto in his hand, maybe

before he's ready, the gun making an awful racket, when

Chili pulls the trigger, shooting Ray Bones along the top of

his head, creasing him from hairline to crown.

Chili calmly gets to his feet. Aims once more -- probably

lower this time -- but doesn't fire as Ray Bones grabs his

head and stumbles out of there.

RAY BONES (O.S.)

Somebody call 9 f***ing 111.

EXT. MIAMI HARBOR -- DAY

Ray Bones, a bandage on his head now as well as his nose,

sits on a cigarette boat with his boss, JIMMY CAP and two

bikini clad BABES, both of whom rub lotion on Jimmy.

JIMMY:

Whatta you want me to do Ray? Go to war over a f***in coat?

You're lucky the guy didn't kill you. The coat was a

Christmas present for Christ's sake.

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