Get Shorty Page #5

Where Chili sits with FAY DEVOE -- thirties, attractive, in

a sundress -- on her patio. They each have a drink . . .

FAY:

I hate the dry cleaning business. I hate being inside all

day, around all those machines.

CHILI:

Must be hot.

FAY:

You have no idea how hot it is.

She looks at him. Touches her drink to the side of her face.

Chili finishes his drink, sets it down.

CHILI:

I was wondering, Fay, if Leo had any life insurance.

FAY:

I don't know of any.

They sit there in silence a moment. Fay reaches over, puts a

hand on his leg . . .

FAY:

I trust you, Chili. I think you're a decent type of man,

even if you are a crook.

CHILI:

Thank you Fay.

She finally looks at Chili . . .

FAY:

I wish he really was dead, the son of a b*tch.

EXT. LAS VEGAS -- NIGHT

The strip. Mesas Casino.

CUT TO:

CLOSE UP OF PHOTOGRAPH

Leo Devoe. Standing with Fay at Epcot Center.

DICK (V.O.)

That's him all right.

PULL BACK TO REVEAL INT. DICK ALLEN'S OFFICE -- NIGHT

A sign on the door reads "DICK ALLEN, CUSTOMER RELATIONS." A

bank of video monitors show the floor of the casino. Chili

sits across the desk from DICK ALLEN -- lots of jewelry, a

giant NEON COWGIRL out the window behind him.

DICK:

Called himself Larry DeMille. Hit on every showgirl in town.

Would tell 'em he was the 'Martinizing King of Miami'. What

a moron.

He returns the snapshot to Chili.

DICK:

Anyway, you want this guy, he's in L.A. We put him on a

flight after he spanked one a my cocktail girls in the Keno

room.

CHILI:

Leo spanked a waitress?

DICK:

Apparently, way it went, he invited her to come to Santa

Anita to play the ponies with him. She told him what to do

with that and he gave her one on the tush. My guess, he's by

his lonesome at the track right now.

Chili nods.

DICK:

Hey, Chil? Since you're goin' out to L.A. anyway.

CHILI:

What've you got?

DICK:

Guy owes us a hundred and fifty grand, sixty days over; a

movie producer.

CHILI:

Movie producer? Yeah, why not.

As Dick Allen reaches for a pad of paper, we hear THE SOUND

OF AN AIRPLANE OVER. . . .

EXT. LAX RENTAL CAR LOT -- NIGHT

It's raining as we TILT DOWN from a LANDING AIRPLANE to a

National Car Rental BUS arriving next to a tan MINIVAN.

Chili eyes the car a moment, then turns to the driver.

CHILI:

What is this?

ATTENDANT:

An Oldsmobile Silhouette.

CHILI:

I reserved a Cadillac.

ATTENDANT:

Yeah, well, this one's the Cadillac of minivans.

CHILI:

You're kidding me, right?

ATTENDANT:

Hey, you want La Tierra Rent-A-Car just over there, but I

think all they got are Rabbit convertibles.

Chili gives the driver a look then gets out of the bus,

standing there in the rain, his seat getting wet, nowhere to

go. He turns and stares at the minivan . . .

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