Chill Factor Page #7

MASON:

The guy's a f***in' moron.

ARLO:

Hey, I'm with you on that one, my man.

Prick.

MASON:

Look, you need me to sign an invoice or

somethin'?

ARLO:

Uh, between this month and last month,

you owe four hundred and seventeen

dollars. And we need that in cash.

MASON:

Since when does...

MASON:

...Darlene pay you in cash?

ARLO:

Since today. New policy.

MASON:

(sighs - continues under following scene)

MASON:

Yeah, well, Darlene didn't say anything

about it to me, so tell Andy to bill her

like usual and let them sort it out.

Move.

ARLO:

(grunts)

ARLO:

Well, he told me to collect cash.

MASON:

(sighing) Andy. Another f***in'...

MASON:

(off) ...moron.

ARLO:

Hey, you and I are seein' eye to eye on a

whole range of issues this mornin'.

(chuckles - continues under following

scene)

ARLO:

Uh, huh?

ARLO:

Except for the fact that I need cash.

MASON:

He could've called first.

ARLO:

He could've. That-That's true. But that

would've been smart...

ARLO:

...and fair...

ARLO:

...two things Andy is not. Uh, but I

tell you what.

ARLO:

(face off) Bein' that it's cash, I'm

gonna give you ten percent...

ARLO:

...off. Say, uh, three seventy-five.

Seein' that we both have so much love...

ARLO:

...for Andy, I'll tell him I lost a few

cartons comin' over (face off) the

mountain.

ARLO:

That'll make up the difference, huh?

ARLO:

(face off) Huh?

MASON:

Well, Darlene usually gives me a signed

check for emergencies. I could always

give you that.

ARLO:

(overlapping) Oh.

MASON:

Why don't I--?

ARLO:

(interrupting) No, no, no, no, no, no.

Wait.

ARLO:

Night Shift, see? A check is not cash.

ARLO:

Cash got a whole lot of numbers on it.

Pictures of old white men with messed-up

hairdos.

ARLO:

(off) That's what I need.

ARLO:

(sighs) All right, all right. I-I'll go

you one better. Two seventy-five and

I'll tell him you'll make up the

balance...

ARLO:

(off) ...next month. Huh?

LONG:

(pants - continues under following scenes

and dialogue)

MASON:

Doc!

ARLO:

(off) Aw! Oh, Jesus.

MASON:

(grunts) Hang on. Hang on.

LONG:

Mason.

MASON:

Sh*t! Oh, sh*t. (grunts - continues

under following scenes and dialogue)

LONG:

(grunts and pants - continues under

following scenes)

LONG:

(panting) Is that...

LONG:

(off) (panting) ...his truck? (pants -

continues under following scene and

dialogue)

ARLO:

Yeah, that's my truck.

LONG:

(panting) Mason, you have to take this...

LONG:

(face off) (panting) ...to Fort McGruder

in his truck. (pants - continues under

following scenes and dialogue)

ARLO:

Wait. This town is full of trucks. Nice

new trucks. You don't need to go...

ARLO:

(off) ...take my sorry old truck.

LONG:

(overlapping) We do need your truck.

MASON:

Call an ambulance.

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