Get Carter Page #6

16.

TIGHT ON TWO BOYS -IN SWIMSUITS

Jack and Frank stand with fishing poles, smiling next to

a light pole.

SLOW DISSOLVE TO:

INT. GLORIA’S LIVING ROOM -MORNING

The place is now spotless.

INT. OFFICE -JACK

Dressed in a white shirt and black monochrome tie, he

removes the shotgun from his hanging bag and casually

places it inside the hide-a-bed sofa frame.

EXT. TRASHY BACK YARD -TIGHT ON JACK

He sits at the patio table, sips an orange juice and

checks the LA Times Sports section: "Breeder’s Cup"

coverage at Hollywood Park with a caption: "Today’s

Favorite, Sweet Di."

GLORIA (O.S.)

Thanks for straightening up, Jack.

QUICKLY TO Gloria. She’s showered and pretty but still

in a robe. Jack smiles in a "what else" fashion.

GLORIA:

It’s just what I needed.

JACK:

You’re welcome.

GLORIA:

Did you go somewhere this morning?

JACK:

Went for a run. Saw the old

neighborhood.

GLORIA:

(sarcastically)

That must have been pleasant.

Jack smiles and moves into the clean, formica -

17.

INT. KITCHEN

JACK:

Will Doreen be at the funeral?

GLORIA:

I don’t know what’s going on with

her right now, Jack. She doesn’t

listen to any of my questions

so... I don’t have any answers.

JACK:

Well, she’s just a kid. You

should...

GLORIA:

Hey. You’re in no position to

give me sh*t about my daughter.

You got that?

Jack offers an apologetic nod. Just then --the PHONE

RINGS. She breaks from her anger to answer it.

GLORIA:

Hello? Yes? Unhuh. Hold on.

(covering receiver)

They found the Mustang.

CUT TO:

INT. JUNKYARD OFFICE -MORNING

From a La-Z Boy chair, a grizzled old OPERATOR watches

ESPN "College Gameday" on the tube. A DOG BARK

interrupts and he sees the ’61 Olds roll into the gravel

driveway.

INT. OLDSMOBILE -GLORIA

In her black funeral dress and hat, she watches Jack and

the Operator cross the junkyard.

EXT. JUNKYARD -STEADY ON JACK

He walks with the Operator and Bronson, the lot’s

protective Rottweiler.

JACK:

Anything inventoried from the car?

OPERATOR:

Nothin’. Stripped clean. Okay,

this is it right here.

(CONTINUED)

18.

CONTINUED:

They arrive at the skeleton of his brother’s car.

JACK:

This was a 1966 Mustang.

OPERATOR:

Yeah, well, it’s not anymore.

Jack gets in the car and BRONSON begins the BARK.

OPERATOR:

Goddammit, Bronson! Quiet!

Jack carefully looks through the car. No stereo, no

dash, no seats. Even the steering wheel is gone.

JACK:

What kind of re-sale is there for

classic car parts?

OPERATOR:

It ain’t lucrative, if that’s what

you’re asking.

JACK:

It’s worth more if it’sinone

piece.

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