St. Vincent Page #4
LATIN MOVER:
Alto! Alto! You hit the tree,
man. Come on!
LATIN DRIVER:
Meda, I can’t see it!
He notices the roof: pealed like a sardine can.
LATIN MOVER:
You broke the roof! Ay Dios mio!
They fight on.
INT. KITCHEN - VIN’S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS
Vin’s where we left him: face down on the kitchen floor.
A small pool of blood sits stagnant under his face.
The yelling outside irks him to consciousness.
VINCENT:
Shut up out there. People are
sleeping.
He groans. Holds himself up. Felix the Cat stares from
a safe distance.
Vin sees the blood.
VINCENT (CONT’D)
Ah, piss.
He feels his face, and for the first time we see it...he
looks like a prize fighter after the twelfth round. A
gash above his eye is the origin of the blood. It
probably needs stitches. He’ll never get them.
Vin sits there for a second, collects himself.
11.
EXT. VIN’S HOUSE - MOMENTS LATER
Vin walks outside, searching for the commotion. He
shields the sun from his eyes. The fighting Movers are
still at it.
VINCENT:
Hey! Hey! What’s the problem?
This is a neighborhood. People are
sleeping.
The Movers stop. Stare.
VINCENT (CONT’D)
You comprende?!
Nothing.
VINCENT (CONT’D)
Habla English?
LATIN MOVER:
We speak English, senor.
VINCENT:
What the hell are you doing here?
Vin looks up, notices the tree ripped.
VINCENT (CONT’D)
What the?!? That’s my tree you
a**holes hit?!
There’s a large tree limb sitting on Vin’s car and across
the fence (which he knocked down last night.)
VINCENT (CONT’D)
And my fence! My damn car!?!
Silence.
VINCENT (CONT’D)
Do you speak English!?!
Just then a car pulls up, parks in front of the house. A
WOMAN in her late thirties steps out. This is MAGGIE,
Vin’s new neighbor. She’d be prettier if she weren’t
always so worried.
VINCENT (CONT’D)
I’m calling the cops.
Vin heads inside.
MAGGIE:
Excuse me...
He turns.
12.
VINCENT:
What do you want?
MAGGIE:
I’m Maggie. I guess I’m your new
neighbor.
Really.
VINCENT:
So.
MAGGIE:
Yes. We’re moving in today.
VINCENT:
I noticed that. These dipshits
with you?
MAGGIE:
They’re with the moving company.
Maggie walks to the fence, stands on her side. Looks
around.
MAGGIE (CONT’D)
Oh, boy.
VINCENT:
Oh, sh*t...more like it. That
fence is twenty years old. The
car’s forty. And the tree’s older
than me.
MAGGIE:
I’m really sorry. I don’t know
what to...this is not the way to
meet.
She turns to the Movers.
MAGGIE (CONT’D)
Did you guys do this?
VINCENT:
Of course, they did it. What are
you stupid? Look at the scene.
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