Danny Collins Page #3

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DANNY:

Yeah, I’m fine. Birthday blues or

some sh*t I guess.

That’s all Frank needs to hear. He stands.

FRANK:

Alright everyone, sorry but my guy

needs a little rest.

No one really listens.

FRANK (CONT’D)

LISTEN UP YOU LEECHES, IT’S TIME

TO GET THE F*** OUT OF HERE!

DANNY:

Frank, let ‘em be-

FRANK:

No, Danny, I can name three people

in this room and that’s about

three more than you can.

(to room)

DID I STAMMER, I SAID GET THE F***

OUT!

The mumbling crowd begins dispersing. Once they’re gone,

Danny and Frank sit in silence for a moment. Then:

FRANK (CONT’D)

Birthday’s not till tomorrow, Kid.

Got a few hours till the state

mandated depression has to set in.

(CONTINUED)

8.

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DANNY:

You see the Golden Girls sitting

in the front row? Eating

liquorice the entire time?

FRANK:

Can’t choose your fans, Danny.

DANNY:

Three of them. Each of them older

than the next. Made one pack of

liquorice last the entire show.

Just sat there gumming it for two

hours.

This hangs there. Frank tries cheering him up.

FRANK:

New billboard went up on Sunset

for the album. You should check

it out on the way home.

Danny nods, staring off into space. Frank STANDS.

FRANK (CONT’D)

Alright, enough of this crap.

It’s your birthday tomorrow,

that’s your big problem? Pregnant

women in Africa, feeding half

their village from their

titties... those ladies have

problems. Not you.

Danny smiles weakly.

DANNY:

No, I know. You’re right.

FRANK:

‘Course I’m right, I’m always

right. So go home to your

stunning half-your-age fianc.

who’s throwing you the massive

surprise party tomorrow that I

didn’t just tell you about. Then

come tell me and the sore tittied

African ladies about all your

problems.

DANNY:

Okay.

He stands, goes to exit. Frank’s voice stops him.

FRANK:

It was a good show, Kid. Really.

(CONTINUED)

9.

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Danny turns, about to say something, then thinks better

of it. He simply replies:

DANNY:

Yeah.

CUE SONG:
Working Class Hero (TBD) by John Lennon.

10 I/E. DANNY’S MERCEDES - LATER 10

It’s a preposterous car for anyone... let alone a man in

his sixties. Silver on the outside, leather everywhere

on the inside, it’s a spaceship on wheels.

Inside:
Danny, exhausted, does everything he can to keep

his eyes from closing as he navigates Los Angeles

traffic.

11 INT. DANNY’S MERCEDES - LATER 11

Danny eases the car up to the GATE of a MANSION. He

tries using his “clicker.” It doesn’t work. He SIGHS,

TOOTS the horn.

In the booth of the guardhouse stands a DOORMAN,

currently talking on a HOUSE PHONE. This is MARTY

(40’s). Marty holds up a finger (”Be with you in a

second”).

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