St. Vincent Page #2

TELLER #23

You can, when you get it back to

zero.

Vin takes his card. What’s to say.

INT. VIN’S CAR - CONTINUOUS

Vin labors into the car. Charisse is waiting in the

passenger seat. He hands her a few crumpled bills.

CHARISSE:

What’s that?

VINCENT:

What’s what?

CHARISSE:

This sh*t ain’t lay-a-way. I ain’t

no JC Pennies.

VINCENT:

I’m a little tight right now. You

know I’m good for it.

Charisse looks him over.

CHARISSE:

I’m not making like I used to Vin.

Only a few freaks like the belly,

awlright.

She gets out of the car.

CHARISSE (CONT’D)

Gotta save for maternity leave,

a**hole.

She heads off down the sidewalk.

VINCENT:

See you next week.

CHARISSE:

Extra twenty when you do.

Charisse moves on, bag in hand, adjusting her junk. Vin

drives off. A few NEIGHBORHOOD MEN whistle at Charisse.

She heads over to them.

EXT. THE BUCK - NIGHT

The local dive bar. SMOKERS outside litter the sidewalk.

The windows are painted with “Happy New Year” greetings.

7.

INT. THE BUCK - CONTINUOUS

Old neon. Older PATRONS. Vin sits at the bar next to

LINDA and GUS, a weathered married couple in their late

60s. They’re dressed to the nines. The hanging TV set

plays New Year’s Eve coverage from around the country.

They’re all fairly lit...although Vin’s in a class by

himself. Very thick tongued.

LINDA:

You have a good Christmas, Vin?

VINCENT:

(slurring)

Best Christmas I ever had. No

people. No presents. No bullshit.

Just celebrating the birth of the

baby Jesus.

Tips his tumbler to heaven.

LINDA:

Ah, you don’t mean that, Mister.

VINCENT:

What do you know what I mean,

Linda? You a psychic now?

GUS:

Ay, ease up there, Vinny. We’re

just talking.

VINCENT:

You should get a talk show. You’re

so damn good at it. The “Linda and

Gus Just F***ing Talking Talk

Show.”

Vin flags the bartender, ROGER.

VINCENT (CONT’D)

Rog. Another Maker’s.

Roger steps over.

ROGER:

We got three hours till the ball

drops there, Vin. Why don’t we

give it a break for a minute.

VINCENT:

Give what a break?

ROGER:

The liquor.

VINCENT:

You’re not gonna serve me?

8.

ROGER:

For a minute.

VINCENT:

You know how much money I’ve spent

in this dump over the years?

Roger tries to keep it smooth.

ROGER:

Don’t be like that, Vin. I’m

watching out for you here.

VINCENT:

Watching out for me?

Vin stands, wobbles. He’s drunker than even he realized.

VINCENT (CONT’D)

You serve poison to people

everyday. So they can die while

they’re alive. Now you’re watching

out...is that right?

Gus stands, tries to help Vin.

GUS:

Let me give you a ride home.

VINCENT:

Don’t touch me, Gus. Don’t touch

me. I’ll drive home drunk like

I’ve done every night while Roger

here’s been watching out for me.

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