Who Framed Roger Rabbit Page #5

VALIANT:

Well, you know what they say about

dames, Augie...

Then Valiant mouths the rest of it for Augie's benefit only.

Augie reads his lips, then starts to roar silently, slapping

his thigh. Now Dolores makes her way down the bar. She

grabs the Midget by the suspenders and slides him out of the

way.

DOLORES:

So, makin' dame jokes, huh, Eddie?

Well, lemme remind ya pal, it was a

dame who took a hundred bucks out of

the till so your landlord would't

throw you out of your dump. And it was

a dame who trusted you for the money

when no one else in town would. And

it's a dame who's tired of waitin' for

you to straighten yourself out and get

a job!

VALIANT:

Would this be the same dame who's going

to feel awfully foolish when she finds

out I've got her money.

Valiant slides the check across the bar. Dolores studies it.

She calms down a little.

DOLORES:

This is fifty bucks. I need

seventy-five before they check the

books tomorrow.

VALIANT:

You'll have it in the morning. Now be

a sport and lemme have twenty bucks to

put in my pocket.

DOLORES:

Is this paper even good?

VALIANT:

Check the scrawl.

DOLORES:

(reads)

R.K. Maroon.

Now ANGELO, a Neanderthal sitting a few stools down, is

tapping the shell of a hardboiled egg.

ANGELO:

Maroon? Valiant, don't tell me you're

workin' for a Toon? Who's your client?

Chilly Willy or Screwy Squirrel?

Angelo chuckles at his own joke and goes to eat his egg.

Suddenly Valiant darkens. He grabs Angelo by the shirt and

pulls him up to his face.

VALIANT:

Get this straight, greaseball. I'm not

workin' for a Toon! I'd never work for

a Toon! Got that?

Valiant jams the whole egg into Angelo's mouth, turns and

storms out the door. Angelo sputters and spits out the egg.

ANGELO:

What's his problem?

DOLORES:

Toon killed his brother.

EXT. INK & PAINT CLUB - NIGHT

Valiant knocks on the door of, a non-descript building in a

run-down factory area. A speakeasy style peephole slides

open REVEALING the face of a TOON GORILLA. Valiant offers

the password.

VALIANT:

Walt sent me.

The peephole slides closed and after a beat the door swings

open.

INT. CLUB

The Gorilla, dressed in a tux, gives Valiant the once over.

Valiant resents the assessment.

VALIANT:

Like your monkey suit.

GORILLA:

Wise ass...

We FOLLOW Valiant down the hall toward the main room. We can

HEAR LAUGHTER and ZANY MUSIC from within.

INT. MAIN ROOM

When Valiant steps through the doorway, we see the place is

no dive. It's a white tablecloth nightclub on a par with the

El Morroco or the Garden of Allah. Behind the bar A

CATERPILLAR BARTENDER is using his many arms to shake and

pour several drinks at once. Meanwhile a dozen PENGUIN

WAITERS are gliding back and forth along the tables serving

drinks to the well-heeled crowd.

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