Get Shorty Page #3

RAY BONES:

You gotta do somethin', Jimmy. This man's got no respect for

us.

JIMMY:

He's got no respect for you, and I don't gotta do sh*t.

Chili Palmer don't work for me, he works for Momo up in

Brooklyn. So as long as Momo's around, nothing happens to

Chili Palmer. You understand?

As an angry Ray Bones sits back, we . . .

FADE TO BLACK:

EXT. BROOKLYN STREET -- NIGHT

We TILT DOWN to REVEAL a dark Brooklyn street as a black

Cadillac pulls to a stop in front of an older building.

VOICE:

Momo. We're here.

Two big guys, BODYGUARDS, get out of the car. One of them

opens the back door for a huge man, MOMO, who gets out of

the car and looks up at the dark building . . .

MOMO:

You check this place out good? If I'm going up alone, I

don't want no surprises.

BODYGUARD:

I checked it out, boss.

INT. BROOKLYN TENEMENT BUILDING -- NIGHT

Momo eyes the bodyguards -- both nervous -- then starts up

the steps. We follow Momo as he enters the building, goes up

the dark stairwell . . . up one flight . . . we're behind

him the whole time . . .

When he gets to the top floor, Momo pauses to catch his

breath, before moving on down the hall to a door. Momo

knocks.

VOICE:

Yeah?

MOMO:

It's Momo.

VOICE:

Come in.

Momo slowly opens the door . . . when, suddenly, the

apartment is FLOODED WITH LIGHT so that we see a room full

of PEOPLE, a banner on the back wall reading 'HAPPY

SIXTY-FIFTH, MOMO!'

EVERYONE:

Surprise!

Silence as Momo drops to his knees, gurgles something we

can't understand and falls over. Suddenly a dozen faces are

looking down on us as we then . . .

CUT TO:

EXT. BARBER SHOP -- DAY

A beautiful day in Miami.

CHILI (V.O.)

So what're you tellin' me, you're never gonna go to sleep

again?

INT. BARBER SHOP -- DAY

Chili and Tommy each sit in a barber chair, reading the

newspaper while Fred and Ed sit nearby playing checkers.

TOMMY:

No, I said I'm never goin' to bed. There's a difference.

See, the article says most people die in their beds. I

figure long as I stay outta bed, I'm safe.

CHILI:

That's the dumbest thing I ever heard. Where do you sleep?

TOMMY:

In an armchair. Or I go to a coffee shop, sleep there. Sit

in a booth, pull my hat down.

A car pulls up. Chili's no longer listening to Tommy, but

now watching as Ray Bones and a BLACK GUY get out of the

car.

TOMMY:

How many people you hear ever die in a coffee shop?

Tommy looks over as Ray Bones -- smaller bandage on the top

of his head -- and his man enter the shop.

RAY BONES:

You cut straight hair in this place, or just fags?

CHILI:

Hey, Bones, looks like you're gonna have a nice scar up

there. Maybe these guys can fit you with a rug, cover it up

for ya.

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