Get Carter

INT. UPPER EAST SIDE APARTMENT -EARLY MORNING

A huge, tome-filled bookshelf looms in the b.g. of a

large, contemporary Mediterranean-style living room.

The large panoramic view shows a beautiful vantage of

Central Park below.

ON TRACK:

An ALARM CLOCK BEEPS.

INT. DARK MASTER BEDROOM -DIGITAL CLOCK

It reads six A.M. A man’s hand reaches over to stop it.

INT. PLUSH HOME GYMNASIUM

The MAN sprints on the treadmill. The time on it reads

47:
40. The distance to the left --7.2 miles.

The PHONE RINGS in the b.g. but the Man can’t hear it.

INT. SPACIOUS STEAM/SHOWER

He sits on the bench, takes a steam, and shaves.

INT. BEDROOM -DRESSER

A money roll of hundreds. A cell phone. A Rolex

Presidente on top of a list of betting codes (i.e. K-41,

M-63, etc.), dollar amounts, and random sports cities.

The Man systematically puts everything in its proper

place and exits the bedroom.

INT. GIANT KITCHEN -LOUD BLENDER

The Man turns it off, pours his protein shake into a

glass, and takes a giant sip. A pot and pan holder

hovers above the marble island countertop.

2.

HIS POV:

The sports caption on the New York Times reads "THIS

WEEKEND --BREEDER’S CUP AT HOLLYWOOD PARK: A PREVIEW"

with a picture of a horse winning a race below. The

article reads "Sweet Di Eyes Triple Crown."

BACK TO SCENE:

A red light flashes on the MESSAGE RECORDER to his left.

He reaches over, pushes a button, and it BEEPS.

MALE (V.O.)

Hey, Jack. It’s Frank. Sorry to

be calling you so late. It’s...

Christ, three-forty, six-forty

your time.

The despondent male voice quickly comes to tears.

MALE (V.O.)

I’m sorry, Jackie. About

everything. But I really need to

talk to you. Call me... please.

The man hangs up and the RECORDER BEEPS.

TIGHT ON JACK CARTER

Hair slicked back, crisp blue suit, Windsor knot, and a

long leather "stand the f*** back" coat. You can’t tell

if the hard look in his eyes is sudden or permanent.

Jack stares at the cordless but doesn’t pick it up.

Tears of frustration almost formulate, he washes the rest

of the shake down the drain, and he exits. END CREDITS.

CUT TO:

EXT. BEAUTIFUL APARTMENT COMPLEX -MORNING

The doorman opens the glass door. Jack’s exit exudes

power and charisma.

EXT. CENTRAL PARK WEST -SAME TIME

Jack crosses the street illegally in front of a police

car. The passenger cop yells at him, they lock eyes, and

Jack heads downstairs to the subway.

3.

INT. SUBWAY STATION -CASHIER

Jack spots 25-year-old DEXTER MARTIN in sweats, gold

chains, untied high tops, and a NY Giants jacket. The

hard, young black man munches an Egg McMuffin.

JACK:

You got an extra subway token on

you?

Dexter turns and casually hands one to him.

DEXTER:

Sorry you have to deal with this

f***ing bullshit, Jack.

JACK:

Just watch the language, huh, Dex?

The two go through the turnstile.

INT. SPEEDING SUBWAY CAR -JACK AND DEX

They sit away from the Wall Street suits and Brooklyn

degenerates.

DEXTER:

Eighty-seven grand and he’s

blowing me off like some

kindergartner.

JACK’S POV

A 4x6 photo of David Wheeler. In a NYSE trading jacket,

the large 34-year-old drags a cigarette.

BACK TO SCENE:

DEXTER:

Name’s Davis Wheeler. Son of

Douglas Wheeler. C.E.O. of -

JACK:

Wheeler Securities. Why didn’t

you call me on this right away?

DEXTER:

I thought I could handle him.

Anyway, Sunday he took Dallas, the

Jets and Miami. Ten grand each...

none of ’em cover.

(CONTINUED)

4.

CONTINUED:

JACK:

(astonished)

Miami was in Green Bay.

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