The Grifters Page #3
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- Year:
- 1990
- 110 min
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AN ANGLE on four PEOPLE at a table, CHEERING a race,
switching to disgust and despair when they lose, moving away
from the table, leaving their betting tickets behind. Lilly
passes by, smoothly and casually scoops up the tickets, moves
on along a row of tables, and there finding more tickets.
INT. JEWELER'S OFFICE - DAY
Myra sits as before. The jeweler enters with a check, which
he hands her. She looks up at him, making no move to leave.
JEWELER:
I hope you're not too badly
disappointed with us, Mrs. Langtry.
MYRA:
It's not your fault.
JEWELER:
You'll give us an opportunity to
serve you again, I hope. If there's
anything you think we might be
interested in...
MYRA:
I have only one thing now. Are you
interested?
JEWELER:
Well, I'd have to see it, of
course.
MYRA:
You are seeing it. You're looking
right at it.
The jeweler is puzzled, then startled.
JEWELER:
I see.
He turns away, goes behind his desk, sits down, looks at
Myra.
JEWELER:
You know something, Mrs. Langtry? A
bracelet like that very rarely
happens. A fine setting and
workmanship usually mean precious
stones. It always hurts me when I
find they're not. I always hope --
(faint sad friendly smile)
-- I'm mistaken.
Myra likes him better now, even though he hasn't solved her
problem. She rises.
MYRA:
Thank you. For everything you felt
you could do.
EXT. STREET - DAY
Roy has been throwing up but is finished now. He's sprawled
like a shot deer across the hood of his Honda, still
clutching his stomach. A police car stops, the passenger COP
gets out. He's suspicious at first.
COP:
Sir? Everything all right?
The sight of the uniform forces Roy into gear. He
straightens, smiling through his pain.
ROY:
Getting better. A bad shrimp, I
think.
The con's suspicion changes to concern.
COP:
Want us to take you to a doctor?
ROY:
No no, I'm fine now, thanks,
anyway. Still got a lot of clients
to see.
COP:
Take it easy, now.
ROY:
Oh, I will.
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