Get Shorty Page #4

Ray Bones eyes Chili, then nods to Fred and Ed.

RAY BONES:

Why don't you geezers take your game over to the park.

The two guys leave as the Black Guy steps up to Chili . . .

BLACK GUY:

This man is the man, you understand what I'm saying? He's

Mr. Bones, you speak to him from now on.

Chili exchanges a look with Tommy, watches as 'Mr. Bones'

goes down the hall into the back office, then turns to the

black guy . . .

CHILI:

You can do better'n him.

BLACK GUY:

Not these days. Not less you can talk Spanish.

Ray Bones comes out with the collection book open, looking

at all of the names of who owes what.

RAY BONES:

You got a miss. Leo Devoe. Guy's six weeks over.

CHILI:

He died.

RAY BONES:

How'd you know he died, he tell you?

Ray Bones checks his man to get some appreciation, but the

guy's too busy looking at the hair rinses and sh*t on the

connter.

CHILI:

Yeah, he told me.

RAY BONES:

Personally?

CHILI:

Yeah, Ray, he personally told me he got killed in that Get

Away Airlines' jet went down last month.

RAY BONES:

What Get Away jet?

CHILI:

It was in the Herald.

RAY BONES:

Yeah, well, maybe the guy took out flight insurance. Check

with the wife.

CHILI:

Hey, it's your book now. You want to check it out, go ahead.

He's got a dry cleaning business out on Federal Highway.

Tommy gives Chili a look as the Black Guy comes over to

Chili, stands next to him. Ray Bones steps over to Chili . .

.

RAY BONES:

Momo's dead. Which means anything was his now belongs to

Jimmy Capp, including you.

Tommy watches as the Black Guy picks up a pair of scissors,

runs his hand along the edge . . .

RAY BONES:

Which also means when I speak, I'm speakin' for Jimmy. So

e.g. as of now, you start affording me the proper respect.

CHILI:

'e.g.' means 'for example', Ray. I think what you wanna say

is 'i.e.'

RAY BONES:

Bullshit. E.g. is short for 'ergo'.

CHILI:

Ask your man here.

Ray Bones looks at the Black Guy.

BLACK GUY:

Best a my knowledge, e.g. means 'for example.'

RAY BONES:

E.g., i.e., f*** you. The point is, I say jump, you say

okay. Okay?

TOMMY:

(for Chili)

Yeah, Ray. Okay.

Ray Bones then nods to his man who grabs Chili, holds the

point of the scissors to Chili's throat . . .

RAY BONES:

You owe me the dry cleaner's fifteen grand plus the juice

which is what another, uhh . . .

CHILI:

Twenty seven hundred.

RAY BONES:

Exactly. You either get it from the wife or out of your own

pocket, I don't give a f***. You don't ever hand me a book

with a miss in it.

Ray throws the book at Chili and walks out, his man right

behind him. Chili looks over at Tommy.

TOMMY:

I told you not to --

CHILI:

Don't say a f***in' word.

EXT. FAY DEVOE'S BACKYARD -- DUSK

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