Monday, January 26, 2015

The Wild, Wild West


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In Chapter 27 of FILLMORE, after putting on his vintage cowboy outfit, complete with six-shooters, Fillmore gets even with Big Curtis for stealing his girls by shooting up the coffee house he hangs out at ...


EXT. PENNY’S COFFEE SHOP - NIGHT
Slim pulls up to the curb in a
burnt orange Cadillac convertible.
Gets out. Walks in.

INT. PENNY’S COFFEE SHOP - NIGHT
Slim CLOMP-CLOMPS inside.
Stands in the doorway.

Hands on his holsters.
The pimps turn and look.
BURST into laughter.

GIANT PIMP
Look, Gene Autry just walked in.

BIG CURTIS
What the fuck is WRONG with you?
Stupid cowboy motherfucker.
You want another slap, bitch?

Slim DRAWS his guns.
Starts SHOOTING up the place.

Bullets go FLYING.
Everyone DUCKS, HITS the floor. BANG.

A flower pot SMASHES. BANG.
A cup of coffee EXPLODES.

Slim starts walking toward Curtis, still SHOOTING.
Curtis DODGES bullets as they PING-PING-PING
around the room. He HITS the floor.

Hides behind a turned-over table.
Bullets HIT the wood, splinters go FLYING.

Curtis SCRAMBLES away -- gets to the front window --
JUMPS -- and CRASHES through it.

EXT. PENNY’S COFFEE SHOP - NIGHT
Curtis SCRAMBLES across the pavement,
covered in broken glass.

RUNS to his parked car. JUMPS in.
JAMS his key in the ignition, HITS the gas --
and TAKES OFF, tires SCREECHING.

Slim trots outside.
Dashes over to his car. Gets in.
Drives off after him.

CURTIS’ CAR
RACES down a hill.
FLIES UP in the air.
CRASHES back down, BANG.

SLIM’S CAR
Follows him. Slows a bit.
Avoids making that move.

SLIM
Drives with one hand.
Pulls bullets off his belt
and reloads his gun with the other.

CURTIS
Sees a CITY BUS ahead of him
crossing the intersection,
SLAMS on the brakes. SCREECH.

SLIM
Catches up with him. Starts SHOOTING.

THE BUS
Passes by. Curtis HITS the gas.
TAKES OFF. His rear window EXPLODES.

BIG CURTIS
SHIT.

EXT. CITY STREET - NIGHT
Slim’s car follows Curtis’.
Curtis takes a turn into an alley.

SMASHES into a mailbox on the corner.
Takes out his front right headlight.
Slim’s car turns wide, follows.

IN THE ALLEY
Curtis’ car HITS a big oil puddle.
It SPLASHES onto his windshield.

His vision blocked, the car SWERVES,
SCRAPES against a brick wall, sparks FLYING.

He turns on the windshield wiper.
Clears off the oil.

Slim's car hangs back a bit.
He leans out the window. SHOOTS at him.
Bullets PING-PING-PING off the rear of his car.

Curtis HITS the gas, gets out of the alley,
and turns left, going downhill again.

EXT. CITY STREET - NIGHT
Slim’s car makes the turn, follows him.
An OLD DRUNK (60’s) is jaywalking
in the middle of the street,
moving at a glacial pace.

Big Curtis’ car SWERVES to miss him,
SCRAPES against a parked car,
then keeps going, tires SCREECHING.

Slim’s car carefully turns to the side,
passes the old man, then keeps going.

EXT. CITY STREET - BUS STOP BENCH - NIGHT
The cars FLY BY a young COUPLE
waiting for their bus.

EXT. CITY STREET - NIGHT
Big Curtis’ car SCREECHES to a stop
in front of his place.

Slim pulls up behind him.
Starts SHOOTING at him.

Curtis JUMPS out of his car.
RUNS into the house. SLAMS the door.

Slim sits in his car. Reloads again.
Then JUMPS out. RUNS up to the door.

Tries to open it, but it’s LOCKED.
He KICKS it open, then CHARGES in.

INT. BIG CURTIS’ JOINT - NIGHT
Big Curtis RUNS toward the kitchen --
just as Slim RUNS into the living room,
which we see is COVERED IN DOG SHIT.

Slim SLIPS on it, HITS the floor --
and SLIDES the length of the room --
as he SHOOTS at Curtis --
who RUNS out the back door.

He CRASHES into the wall. BANG.
The back door SLAMS.

Slim sits on the floor. Covered in dog shit.
Looks at the mess around him. Shakes his head.

SLIM
You filthy motherfucker.

Then looks at his cowboy outfit.

SLIM
Cost me twenty-five hundred.

EXT. SLIM’S JOINT - BACK YARD - NIGHT
Slim stands in the grass, holding his arms up
while one of his HOOKERS sprays water
on him with a garden hose.

A couple other GIRLS watch,
trying not to laugh.

SLIM
Hurry up, hurry up.
Before it STAINS it.

INT. DICK GAMBLE’S UNDERCOVER VEHICLE - DAY
Dick and Norm sit in the car
sipping to-go cups of coffee.
A VOICE comes over the police radio.

DISPATCHER (O.C.)
All available units, eleven-six at
Penny’s Coffee Shop on Geary Street.
Shots fired at Penny’s on Geary.
Send all available units.

NORM
Penny’s Coffee Shop?
That’s that pimp hang-out.

DICK
Goddammit. Things are getting out of control.
It’s getting to be like the Wild West around here --

Friday, January 23, 2015

True Grit


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In Chapter 26 of FILLMORE, when rival Pimp Big Curtis tries to steal Fillmore's girl Beverly, he grabs her and take her 'home' and cuff her to his bed for safekeeping. But when Curtis takes her again, Fillmore starts planning revenge ...


EXT. THE STROLL - NIGHT
A group of pimps are hanging out,
watching their girls, shooting the shit.

Beverly walks up to Big Curtis.
Hands him a wad of money.

BEVERLY
Slim ain’t been doin’ right by me.

BIG CURTIS
You made a wise decision, baby.

He takes the money.
Stuffs it in his pocket.
Takes her hand.

BIG CURTIS
Let’s take you out for a spin.
Sample the merchandise.

Beverly giggles. He squeezes her ass. They walk away.

EXT. CITY STREET - NIGHT
Slim walks up to a group of his girls working the track.

SLIM
You ladies seen Beverly?

HOT BLONDE HOOKER
She gave Big Curtis her money.

SLIM
God-DAMMIT.

He turns on his heel and heads off.

EXT. STREET CORNER - NIGHT
Beverly works a new corner
with a couple of Big Curtis’ girls.
Slim comes up to her. Big smile.

SLIM
Baby. There you are.

BEVERLY
I got nothing to say to you.
Get your sorry ass back to Nikki.
That’s who you chose.

SLIM
You got it all wrong, baby.
Nikki’s nothing to me but business.
YOU’RE my girl -- that’s two different things.
(off her look)
Haven’t I been good to you?
Didn’t I get you clothes, taken you
to the finest restaurants and lived in high style?

BEVERLY
There’s more to it than that.
You ain’t been treating me right.
You got lots of other things on your mind.
Big Curtis just got ME on his mind.

SLIM
Pretty soon Big Curtis gonna have you
doing twenty tricks a day.
(off her silence)
You can’t go from a Cadillac to a Volkswagon.
I’d do anything for you, girl.
You’re my number one honey-bunny.

Beverly hugs him. Slim hugs her back. Relieved.
Then watches a HOT CHICK (18) go by.

INT. SLIM’S JOINT - BEDROOM - NIGHT
Slim and Beverly walk in the room.
She goes to the bed. Sits.

BEVERLY
You want a little ‘welcome back home’ sugar?
He goes to the dresser. Pulls out a couple things.
Puts them in his pockets. Walks over to her.

SLIM
First we gotta TALK.

Fast as lightning he WHIPS OUT a pair of handcuffs.
SNAPS one on her wrist, CLICK.

FLIPS her over on her stomach, facing down.
SNAPS it to the brass headboard.

BEVERLY
What are you DOING?

He pulls out another pair of cuffs.
SNAPS them on her other wrist, CLICK.
SNAPS it on the other side. CLICK.

BEVERLY
HEY. What the FUCK?

SLIM
You still belong to me.
Big Curtis never called.
He disrespected me.
Let’s see you get back to him NOW.

BEVERLY
(strains against the cuffs)
You fucking ASSHOLE.

SLIM
Now you just sit tight.
Big Curtis and me have some business.
(big grin)
Then you and me can party.

He leans down and tries to give her a kiss.
She WHIPS her head away from him.

EXT. PENNY’S COFFEE SHOP - NIGHT
Slim walks down the street, looking around.
Trying to find Curtis. He goes into the coffee shop.

INT. PENNY’S COFFEE SHOP - NIGHT
Slim looks at the customers. No Curtis. He leaves.

EXT. CITY STREET - NIGHT - LATER
Slim stands on a street corner chatting
with a couple of his HOOKERS (20’s),
collecting money, getting the lowdown.

SLIM
You SURE you haven’t seen him?

Suddenly a Cadillac comes SCREECHING around the corner.
Big Curtis is behind the wheel, driving like a maniac.

Beverly is in the passenger seat,
still handcuffed to the brass headboard,
hanging out the window, bouncing up and down,
SCRAPING the pavement, leaving a trail of SPARKS.

SLIM
Fat bastard.

Slim walks down the sidewalk. Gets to his car.
Unlocks the door. Gets in. Drives off.

INT. PENNY’S COFFEE SHOP - NIGHT
Big Curtis sits at a table holding court
with five other PIMPS in all shapes and sizes,
each one wearing a more outrageous outfit than the next.

Slim walks calmly into the restaurant.
Gets in Curtis’ face.

SLIM
You didn’t call me about Beverly.
That’s in direct violation of the code.

BIG CURTIS
You can go FUCK your code.

SLIM
We have to settle this.

BIG CURTIS
She gave me money, BOY.
I don’t need to tell you SHIT, motherfucker.

He SLAPS Slim in the face. HARD.

GIANT PIMP
Ooh. Someone just got bitch-slapped.

Slim stares at him.
Shakes his head with quiet anger.
Turns on his heel and walks out the door.

INT. SLIM’S JOINT - BEDROOM - NIGHT
We hear the strains of classic country cowboy music over --

Slim. Standing in front of his dresser mirror
wearing a pair of blue jeans in his socks.

There’s a series of boxes on top.
He RIPS one open. Separates the tissue paper --

and pulls out a dress denim COWBOY SHIRT
with fancy stitching on it.

Slowly puts it on. Starts SNAPPING up the buttons.
Tucks it in. Checks himself out in the mirror.

Then opens another, bigger box.
Pulls out a pair of brown leather CHAPS.

Slowly puts them on over his jeans.
Ties them on at the waist.

Steps back from the mirror. Check. Then a black box.
Pulls out a pair of ostrich COWBOY BOOTS
with gleaming metal spurs. SPINS one. Smiles.

Takes them over to the bed. Sits. Slides them on. Stands.
CLOMP-CLOMPS back over to the dresser.

He RIPS open another box.
Inside is a giant, black TEN-GALLON COWBOY HAT.

It looks almost too big, but when he puts it on,
it looks amazing. Another check in the mirror.

Goes to another box. RIPS it open.
He slowly, carefully pulls out a jewel-encrusted HOLSTER.

Ties it to his waist. Another mirror check.
Turns to the side. Yep. Lookin’ good.

Then he opens a polished wooden box.
Gingerly takes out a pair of pearl-handled
Colt 45 LONG-BARRELLED GUNS.

He TWIRLS them in his hands like a pro.
SLAPS them into his holsters.

He opens a dresser drawer.
Pulls out a small derringer and a knife.

Slips the derringer in his back pocket.
The knife in his boot. Looks in the mirror.

Adjusts his hat. Then heads for the door.
A BURNT ORANGE POODLE trots up to him happily.

Wants to go with him.
Slim pats his head and leaves, a man on a mission --

Thursday, January 22, 2015

Above The Law


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In Chapter 25 of FILLMORE, even though the girls escape after killing the John that tried to knife them, the get in trouble with the law after Fillmore helps them move the body, and have to go to court ...


EXT. DOWNTOWN FRESNO - NIGHT
The girls are back on the strip.
Dorothy chats up a storm with her PIMP.
He shakes his head with disgust. Walks away.

A bit further down the street, Lorraine is in
complete hysterics, chats up Cathy, gesticulating wildly.
Cathy’s eyes bug out. Shakes her head in disbelief.

INT. BRENDA’S MOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
Brenda sits on the bed. Talks on the phone.
Smoking a joint. Still freaked out.

BRENDA
I’m sorry, baby. I fucked up. Big time.

INT. SLIM’S APARTMENT - BEDROOM - NIGHT
Slim talks on the phone. Eyes wide as saucers.
He SLAMS down the phone. GRABS his keys. RUNS out the door.

INT. SLIM’S CAR - MOVING - NIGHT
He drives like a maniac, joint clenched between his teeth.
Eyes burning with anger. On fire.

We see the clock reads three-fifteen.
And the speedometer reads one-hundred-twenty.

EXT. BRENDA’S MOTEL - NIGHT
Slim’s Cadillac ROARS into the parking lot.
SCREECHES to a halt in a CRUNCH of gravel.

He HONKS the horn. Brenda RUNS out the door, RACES over to the car.
JUMPS in. Slim HITS the gas -- and they ROAR off into the night.

INT. - BOOKER T WASHINGTON HOTEL - LOBBY - DAY
Slim stands in the lobby using a pay phone.

SLIM
I think we’re cool. It’s been a week, and nothing’s happened.
(listens)
Thanks. You, too.

He hangs up. Walks toward the entrance.

EXT. BOOKER T WASHINGTON HOTEL - DAY
Slim comes out the front. Stops.
Looks at the bright blue sky. Smiles. Exhales.

MALE VOICE (O.C.)
Fillmore Slim, you’re under arrest.

Slim turns, looks, sees --

JACK KELLY (40’s) undercover homicide cop from Fresno.
Natty in a sharp suit and stingy brim hat.

A local UNIFORMED COP appears. SNAPS a handcuff on Slim’s wrist. CLICK.
WHIRLS him around. SNAPS the other wrist behind his back, CLICK.

Turns him back around. Another UNIFORMED COP (30’s) appears. Big smile.
Grabs his arms. Start walking him to their patrol car.

SLIM
I DEMAND to know what the charge is.
(off their stares, to the uniforms)
Who the hell IS this guy?

JACK
Jack Kelly, homicide, Fresno.

The uniforms hustle him toward their car.

Parked in front of it is GAMBLE’S CAR.
He sits on the hood, smiling. Waves at Slim. Then starts chuckling.

DICK
Beautiful day, huh?

As they pass Dick’s car, Slim sees Brenda in the back seat,
also handcuffed. She sees Slim.

BRENDA
I didn’t talk, I SWEAR. It was Dorothy, you gotta BELIEVE me.

Slim shakes his head, looks disgusted,
as the cops push him into their car.

INT. FRESNO COURT ROOM - DAY
Slim stands before the OFFICIOUS WHITE JUDGE (50’s).
Next to him is his PUFFY WHITE ATTORNEY (40’s).

OFFICIOUS JUDGE
Clarence Sims, you have been charged with accessory to murder
for moving the body of Juan Martinez.

He BANGS the gavel.

INT. COURT BUILDING - LOBBY - DAY
Slim and Puffy huddle in a corner.
Slim hands him an envelope stuffed with cash.
Puffy puts it in his jacket pocket.

SLIM
That’s three-thousand. You sure you can get me off?

PUFFY ATTORNEY
Child’s play.

INT. COURT ROOM - DAY
Slim and Puffy Attorney appear before the judge again.

JUDGE
Case DISMISSED.

He BANGS the gavel.

EXT. COURT HOUSE - DAY
Slim and Puffy walk out the front entrance, all smiles.

A pair of PLAINCLOTHES DETECTIVES (40’S) grab Slim.

ANGRY DETECTIVE
Fillmore Slim, you’re under arrest.

SLIM
What for THIS time?

ANGRY DETECTIVE
Accessory after-the-fact.

The cops drag Slim back in the court house. Puffy follows.

EXT. COURT BUILDING - DAY
It’s a bright, sun-shiny day.
Slim and Puffy come back outside. Look at each other.

PUFFY ATTORNEY
Bail was a bit high.

SLIM
And I ain’t gonna take any more chances.
I need you to follow me to the freeway.

PUFFY ATTORNEY
It’s the start of the fourth of July weekend.
Do you know what the traffic is gonna be like?

Slim pulls out his wallet. Starts counting out bills.

INT. COURT BUILDING - DAY
Brenda appears before a STERN JUDGE (50’s) with her
SERIOUS-LOOKING ATTORNEY (30’s), a frumpy, chubby white woman.
Slim sits in the spectator section, watching.

STERN JUDGE
(to Brenda)
I’m sentencing you to seven years in the state penitentiary.
Which facility will be determined at a later date.
(BANGS the gavel)
Merry Christmas.

EXT. COURT BUILDING - CORRIDOR - DAY
Slim chats with Puffy Attorney.

SLIM
Seven years for being an accessory. That’s pretty harsh.

PUFFY ATTORNEY
Well, Judge Willis usually gives more.

SLIM
What about the other girls?

PUFFY ATTORNEY
Dorothy got ten years for murder, and Lorraine
got three for being an accessory after-the-fact.
(beat)
You’re free to go.

INT. SLIM’S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - DAY
Slim sits on the couch watching NIKKI (20’s) a new white girl,
modelling clothes for him. She looks amazing.

BEVERLY (20’s), Slim’s new main squeeze,
a tall, buxom beauty stares at her, pissed off.

NIKKI
You like?

SLIM
I don’t like --
(off her look)
I LOVE.
(pinches her ass)
Now go get back to work.

She grins. Trots out the door. Beverly gets in Slim’s face.

BEVERLY
Nothing for me? Huh?

SLIM
She’s new and didn’t have anything to wear.

BEVERLY
I’m your main girl, Daddy. You could’ve gotten something for me.

SLIM
Are you questioning me? Shut the fuck up.
Just for that, you have to earn DOUBLE tonight.

BEVERLY
DOUBLE? That’s not FAIR.

SLIM
I SAID, shut your skanky-ass UP.
Now get to the fuck back to WORK.

Beverly STORMS out. SLAMS the door.

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Home On The Range


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In Chapter 24 of FILLMORE, Filmore's hooker Brenda goes to Fresno to check on his stable of girls, and then goes on a 'sister act' trick with two other girls and a farmer, which quickly turns deadly ...


EXT. FRESNO - FARMLANDS - DAY
Rolling farmlands as far as the eye can see.

Dozens of MIGRANT FARM WORKERS
pick artichokes in the hot, blistering sun.
We see a modest FARM HOUSE in the distance.

EXT. DOWNTOWN FRESNO - NIGHT
On the outskirts of town where the businesses
start to fade into a residential area
is the hooker’s stroll.

Brenda’s working the track
with some of Slim’s GIRLS.

She turns and looks at CATHY (20’s)
a fresh-scrubbed farm girl.

BRENDA
Business always this bad?

CATHY
(shrugs)
Have good days and bad days.
But we always clean up
when the farm workers get paid.

DOROTHY (27) a local tough white girl
walks up to Brenda.

DOROTHY
Slim pickins, huh.

BRENDA
Tell me about it.

DOROTHY
So you’re one of Slim’s girls?

BRENDA
Yeah. Who’s your man?

LORRAINE (23), another local girl interrupts them.

LORRAINE
Ladies, check it out.
See that guy across the street?

Brenda and Dorothy look. Across the street, JUAN,
a Mexican farm worker is standing in front of
a beat-up piece-of-shit pickup truck.
He smiles and waves at them.

LORRAINE
He wants the two of you to go with me
and party with him.

BRENDA
The three of us?

DOROTHY
Great. Let’s do it.

BRENDA
I don’t know --

DOROTHY
C’mon. I really need the dough.
Just got outta the joint,
and I need a stake.

Brenda looks at her. Thinking. Can’t decide.

CATHY
If you won’t go, I will.

LORRAINE
(points at Brenda)
He wants her.

BRENDA
Okay. Let’s go.

EXT. COUNTRY ROAD - NIGHT
The pickup truck’s headlights cut a bright path
in the dark of night as it passes the farm we saw earlier.

We see the same farm house in the distance.
The truck pulls over in front of an empty field.
Everyone gets out.

EXT. EMPTY FIELD - NIGHT
The deed has been done.
Juan pulls up his pants.
Zips his fly. Buckles his belt.

DOROTHY
Can we get our money now?

JUAN
I ain’t paying you bitches SHIT.

BRENDA
I knew it --
(beat)
I broke the first rule.
Always get paid up front.

DOROTHY
If you don’t pay us, you’re gonna have to
deal with my man.

JUAN
FUCK your man.

He pulls out a GIANT, GLEAMING KNIFE. LUNGES at them.
The girls SCREAM. Start RUNNING into the field.
Dorothy STOPS. WHIRLS around.

DOROTHY
Wait a minute. Little bitch ain’t got nothing but a knife.
I fought tougher girls than him in the joint.

She RUNS toward him. He smiles, waving the knife at her.

JUAN
You want some of this, bitch? Come and get it.

Dorothy JUMPS on him. They HIT the ground.
She GRABS the knife, tries to wrestle it away from him.

He STRUGGLES to hold onto it.
Brenda and Lorraine trot over, watch them.

Juan PUNCHES her in the face with his free hand.
She SCREAMS. GRABS his hand, BITES it.

He SCREAMS, lets go of the knife. She GRABS it.
Starts STABBING him in the chest over and over again,
SPRAYING blood. She stops. Growls.

Wipes the blood off her face. Struggles to get up.
Looks at his lifeless body. Then at the girls.

DOROTHY
C’mon. Let’s get the fuck outta here.

BRENDA
Hold on a sec.

Brenda goes to the body, gets down,
pulls his wallet out of his back pocket.
Stands. Rifles through it.

BRENDA
Bastard had over five hundred bucks.

LORRAINE
Come ON. Let’s get OUTTA here --

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

The A Team


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In Chapter 23 of FILLMORE, Fillmore gets into a beef of epic proportions with rival pimp International G when he starts stealing his girls ...


EXT. LOS ANGELES - THE SUNSET STRIP - NIGHT
The pounding beat of LAWDY MISS CLAWDY over --

The Sunset Strip. Sidewalks PACKED with
party people on a Saturday night tear.

An endless stream of CARS cruise past
the endless stream of clubs, bars and hot spots.

The night is pulsing with the energy
of people on the prowl.

EXT. PIONEER CHICKEN - NIGHT
Slim and Brenda bop down the sidewalk.

A SCUZZY ROCK MUSICIAN (20’s) passes them,
looks at Slim’s zebra-striped suit.
Gives him the thumbs up.

SCUZZY ROCK MUSICIAN
Cool threads, man. Where’d you get ‘em?

SLIM
(over his shoulder)
My tailor, motherfucker --

He laughs. Keeps walking.

BRENDA
(sees the restaurant)
Ooh, could we get some chicken? I’m starving.

SLIM
Ask, and ye shall receive.

Brenda opens the door for him,
he goes in, and she follows.

INT. PIONEER CHICKEN - NIGHT
Slim and Brenda sit at a table eating.
SANDY (20’s) a cute flower girl walks in,
comes up to the table.

SLIM
I know that look. Somethin’s goin’ on.

SANDY
Don’t freak out, but --
(low)
International G knocked five of your girls.

SLIM
He WHAT?

SANDY
I know I’m supposed to be in charge of the LA team,
but there was nothin’ I could do about it.
Pimps told ‘em how could you protect ‘em
if you weren’t here?

SLIM
I’ll show that fat bastard.
You two hit the street.

EXT. SUNSET BOULEVARD - NIGHT
INTERNATIONAL G (30’s) stands on a corner
with a couple other PIMPS (30’s).

A mountain of a man wearing tons of flashy jewelry.
He and his friends are shooting the shit.
Slim walks up behind him.

SLIM
I smell PORK.

International G turns, sees Slim.
Smiles a toothy grin.

INTERNATIONAL G
There he is. The blues man from Frisco.
Havin’ a hard time keepin’ track of your hos
when you’re outta town?

He ROARS with laughter.

SLIM
You listen to me, International House of Fat --
your days of knockin’ my girls are OVER, you hear?

INTERNATIONAL G
Oh, they are, are they?
And just what do you plan on doin’ about it?

SLIM
You think that’s all I got, motherfucker?
I’m giving you a warnin.’
Watch your back, two tons of fun.

EXT. SUNSET BOULEVARD - NIGHT
Slim stands in a phone booth, talking into the receiver.

SLIM
Cricket, send me the A-Team.

He BANGS down the phone.

SLIM
Time to fight a pussy with pussy.

EXT. SUNSET STRIP - NIGHT
IN SLOW MOTION, we see Slim,
followed by eight of the hottest WOMEN
you’ve ever seen marching down the sidewalk.

We’re taking Playboy centerfold material.
All stripes and sizes. They stop.
Slim CLAPS his hands three times.

SLIM
Alright. Get to WORK.

The girls spread out. Move to the curb.
Cars SCREECH to a halt. One of them HITS a lamp post.

They go up to the cars. Lean in the windows.
Start closing deals with eager, excited JOHNS.
Slim watches. Nods to himself. Then heads off.


INT. PIONEER CHICKEN - NIGHT
International G meets with a group of other pimps.

INTERNATIONAL G
Fillmore Slim has taken over the strip.
We gotta figure out how to stop him.

FAST BLUE
There’s no way.
He’s got the hottest fucking girls, fresh off the boat.

FRANKIE
Yeah. They came from Frisco.
(shakes his head)
I’m gonna stick to my territory down on Santa Monica.
He knocked one of my girls already.

FAST BLUE
He knocked two of my girls -- AND got two of his girls BACK.
I’m heading down to Wilshire, work that track.
Gettin’ too hot around here.

INT. SUNSET BOULEVARD STRIP CLUB - NIGHT
A small, dark, strip club.
Slim and his girls have taken over the joint.

There’s at least a couple dozen beauties
sitting in booths and at tables.

Slim stands in the middle of the joint
holding a bottle of champagne,
surrounded by a group of girls holding glasses.
He raises the bottle in victory.

SLIM
Ladies, the Strip is OURS.

Everyone starts CLAPPING.

SLIM
I’d like to propose a toast --
(beat)
To the power of pussy.

He pours himself a glass. Goes to Brenda.

SLIM
I’m going back to San Francisco.
I need you to go to Fresno and check on my girls there.

BRENDA
Okay, Daddy.

Monday, January 19, 2015

Be It Ever So Humble


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In Chapter 22 of FILLMORE, Slim visits his parents back in New Orleans with a few of his girls, which makes things more than a little uncomfortable ...


EXT. SLIM’S PARENTS’ HOUSE - DAY
A much nicer place
than they lived before.

In a much nicer neighborhood.
stories. A nice yard.

A giant yellow Cadillac sedan
sits parked in the driveway
next to a Buick.

INT. SLIM’S PARENTS’ HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY
Slim stands in the middle
of the room with four girls.

ANGELA (20’s) a creamy blonde,
and JANICE (19), a fiery redhead,
along with Brenda and Lottie.

They’re all dressed fairly normally,
not like hookers.

John stares at them uncomfortably.
All the curtains are drawn.

Idola shuts the last one.
Looks at the girls. Sighs.

SLIM
I told ya, Pop.
They’re my background singers.
(points them out)
Brenda, Janice, Lottie and Angela.

They nod. Smile. Idola and John
shoot each other a look.

JOHN
We’re glad to see you, son.
(beat)
Good to meet you, ladies.

IDOLA
(brightly)
Can I get you ladies
anything to drink?

SLIM
While we’re here, Momma,
I don’t want you to lift a finger.
(gestures)
Angela and Janice
will take care of you.

They look at Slim.
Nod sweetly.

SLIM
(to the girls)
Why don’t you fix us
some ice tea, then straighten up
the kitchen and do the dishes?

IDOLA
But my kitchen’s clean --

SLIM
Well, then they can do the laundry,
clean up a bit.

He takes her hand.
Guides her over the sofa.
Makes her sit down.

SLIM
Now you just relax
and set a spell.

Brenda and Janice head off
toward the kitchen.

Slim sits down next to Idola.
Lottie and Angela sit
on the other couch.

Motions for John
to sit next to them.

He does, reluctantly, confused,
trying desperately to
hide his excitement.

SLIM
Sure is great to see you
after all this time.
We gotta lotta catchin’ up to do.

EXT. SLIM’S PARENTS’ HOUSE - FRONT PORCH - NIGHT
Slim sits on the porch
veranda with John.

They sip from cans of beer.
Look out at the night sky.

JOHN
That sure is a nice car, son.
I’m glad to see you
doin’ well for yourself.

SLIM
You want one?

JOHN
Thanks, but I’ll stick with my Buick.

An awkward silence.

SLIM
Say, if you want, you could
have some of that white stuff.

JOHN
White stuff?

SLIM
You know --

JOHN
I can’t do that, son.
I’m married.

Slim nods. Sips his beer.

SLIM
Look at your hands.
All fucked up from manual labor --
(off his look)
And they still call you 'boy.'
(shakes his head)
I ain’t gonna live like that.

JOHN
Colored folks never be equal
with white folks, son.

SLIM
Hey.
I got white girls
workin’ for me --

John shakes his head.
Looks off into space. Thinking.

SLIM
So how’s the cement business?

Friday, January 16, 2015

Black Coffee In Bed


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In Chapter 21 of Fillmore, patrolman Dick Gamble does surveillance on the coffee shop where Fillmore runs whores out of the back room and then bustst the joint, but when he gets off with a slap on the wrist from the judge, he vows to do 'whatever it takes' to take him down ...


EXT. COFFEE SHOP - DAY
An ordinary neighborhood coffee shop with big glass windows.
A small sign in the corner reads SHOE SHINE.

INT. COFFEE SHOP - DAY
A nice if fairly simple coffee joint
that also serves snacks and candy.

A smattering of tables and chairs filled with CUSTOMERS.
Slim chats with a HOT YOUNG GIRL (18).
Ben shines a BUSINESSMAN’S (40’s) shoes.

EXT. FILLMORE DISTRICT - VACANT LOT - DAY
Dick Gamble and Norm sit in their undercover car
watching the coffee shop through binoculars.

IN THE CAR
Dick lowers his binoculars. Sips his coffee. Looks at Norm.

DICK
Coffee’s fucking cold.

NORM
Kinda ironic, wouldn’t you say?

DICK
What’s that?

NORM
(nods at the coffee shop)
The guy we wanna bust is sitting in there drinking fresh, hot coffee.

EXT. FILLMORE STREET - NIGHT
Slim comes walking down the street.
Lottie walks up to him, tries to give him a roll of money.

LOTTIE
Here you go.

Slim SWATS it away.

SLIM
What the hell is wrong with you, girl?
Don’t put no fucking money in my hand.

He looks around. Makes sure no one is looking. Then takes it.

EXT. FILLMORE STREET - NIGHT
Lottie stands on the corner, working. MONEY,
a red-colored poodle RUNS up to her. BARKS.

She smiles, leans down, puts a roll of money in his mouth.
The dog RUNS AROUND THE CORNER --

EXT. GEARY STREET - NIGHT
Slim sits behind the wheel of his red Cadillac convertible.

Money RUNS up to the car. JUMPS in the front seat.
DROPS the roll on Slim’s lap. He smiles. Pets the dog.

SLIM
Good boy. Man’s best friend.

INT. GAMBLE’S UNDERCOVER VEHICLE - NIGHT
Dick looks at Norm.

DICK
I figured it out.

NORM
What?

DICK
I’ve been keeping track.
For every five people that go in that coffee shop, only one comes out.
That means the other four are johns.
They do their business with the whores, then go out the back.
(beat)
We’re going in.

NORM
I’ll call for back-up.

EXT. COFFEE SHOP - NIGHT
Gamble walks in the front door. Norm hangs back,
standing guard on the street just outside the door.

INT. COFFEE SHOP - NIGHT
Gamble goes up to Slim, gets in his face.

DICK
You’re under arrest.

SLIM
For what? I’m in my place of business.

Dick PUNCHES him in the stomach.

DICK
Shut the FUCK up.

Slim staggers back, GRABS a coffee pot, CRACKS Dick on the head,
DRENCHING him with hot coffee.

ROARS with anger, PUNCHES Slim in the nose.
They start going at it, hand to hand, vicious.
KICKING and HITTING each other.

The uniforms run in from the back and join Dick,
who’s still fighting Slim.

Slim DROPS to the floor, curls up in a little ball.

SLIM
OW. Stop HITTING me. STOP it, you’re HURTING me,
stop HITTING me, that HURTS --

Norm runs in and joins the fight. In the confusion,
the cops start hitting each other. We hear a loud RIP.

DICK (O.C.)
My JACKET.

INT. COURT ROOM - DAY
Slim stands before the JUDGE with Willie Brown next to him.

We see Gamble and Norm in the spectator section in the back.
The place is a zoo, with assorted HOOKERS, DRUG DEALERS
and other assorted lowlifes awaiting arraignment.

WILLIE
He didn’t know anything about those rooms in the back, your honor.
He doesn’t own the building, he’s just renting.
Just running a coffee shop.

JUDGE
(to Fillmore)
Mr. Sims, I’m going to dismiss this with the stipulation
that you replace detective Gamble’s suit.

He BANGS the gavel.

SLIM
Thank you, your honor.

Gamble looks at Norm. Smoke coming out of his ears.

DICK
No JAIL TIME? He just has to replace my fucking SUIT?

NORM
Well, it was kinda old --

DICK
Shut the fuck up.

EXT. COURT BUILDING - NIGHT
Slim and Willie leave the building.

SLIM
Didn’t get a scratch. Those fools were hitting each other.

WILLIE
I suggest you cool it for awhile, okay?

SLIM
Maybe I’ll go to Baton Rouge, see the house I bought
for my folks after I moved them out of New Orleans.
Then check on my girls in LA --