Friday, February 27, 2015

Burn Down The Mission


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In the final chapter of FILLMORE, Slim gets a second chance to revitalize his music career, then after playing a gig at a dive blues club, he runs into a homeless woman with a sick baby in the rain, and finds out she's the granddaughter of one of 'his girls' ...


EXT. DIVE BAR - STREET - NIGHT
Greg is about to hail a cab.
Slim rushes up to him.

SLIM
Greg, Greg.
Can I talk to you a sec?

GREG
Sorry, my cab is here.
I’m in a rush.

SLIM
Just one sec.
Look, it’s been kinda rough
for me these last couple years --
but I wanna get back to my music.
If you could help in any way,
I’d really appreciate it.

GREG
Let me think about it.
(hands him his card)
Call me Monday.

He jumps in the cab.
It drives away.
Slim stares at the card.

EXT. CITY STREET - BLUES CLUB - NIGHT - PRESENT DAY
Very cold. Drizzling.
A fairly nice blues club
in a decent part of town.

We hear the faint strains
of MUSIC from within.

A LITTLE BOY (10) walks over
to the window. Looks in.

INT. BLUES CLUB - NIGHT
Small, dark, smoky and PACKED
with people watching FILLMORE SLIM (70’s) onstage,
ripping through BIG BRASS MONKEY
with his band, looking smooth
in a sharp suit and matching hat.

SLIM
(sings)
All you want to do
is ball and play --
You’ve got the balls
of a big brass monkey --

OUTSIDE
Little Boy smiles.
Digging the music. Slim.
His guitar playing.

His MOTHER (40’s) appears.
Takes him by the hand --

MOTHER
C’mon, now.
We gotta go.

Reveal she’s pushing a STROLLER
with the other hand.

The carriage top is ripped
and is covered with a trash bag.
We realize they’re homeless.

The baby SNEEZES as Mother
pushes the stroller
into the wet night,
holding her son’s hand.

EXT. BLUES CLUB - NIGHT
Closing time. Slim comes outside
holding his coat and guitar.

He leans the guitar against the wall.
Digs out a smoke. Lights up.

Homeless Mother comes
back down the street.

She sees Slim. Stops.
Looks at him.
A faint smile. Comes over.

MOTHER
I know who you are.
You’re Fillmore Slim.

SLIM
Do I know you?

MOTHER
My grandmother was
one of your girls.
You remember Cricket?
You raised my mother.

SLIM
How they doin?’

MOTHER
Wish I knew.

Pause.
LITTLE BOY
Hey, mister.
I wanna play the guitar
and sing like you when you grow up.

SLIM
It’s all about the
choices you make in life --

MOTHER
I hate to ask --
but I’m trying to find
a place to stay tonight --
my baby’s sick.
(voice cracking)
Could you help me out?

Slim nods. Digs into his pocket.
Pulls out a crumpled wad of cash.

Hands it to her.
She takes it. Nods.

MOTHER
Thank you.

They start walking down the sidewalk.
Slim watches them.

SLIM
Hey.

She turns around.

SLIM
I gotta friend down at The Mission.
He might be able to help you
find a place to stay.
Ask for Bishop John.
But tonight, use that money
to get those babies
out of this cold.

MOTHER
God bless you.

SLIM
Hey, little man.
I’ll be around to teach you
to play this here guitar.

The little boy smiles.
Nods his head.

And they start walking away --
as we hear the boy start
singing BIG BRASS MONKEY.

Slim watches them disappear
into the night. Thinking.

He shrugs into his coat.
Grabs his guitar.
Straps it around his back.
Starts walking.

FADE TO BLACK.

Thursday, February 26, 2015

Blues Brother


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In Chapter 49 of FILLMORE, Slim plays a set in a dive bar, and afterwards discovers that the young girl that was trying to get him back into the game is a cop, and that he narrowly escaped going back to prison, but when he sees an old music promoter friend, he realizes he might get a second chance to revitalize his career ...


INT. DIVE BAR - NIGHT
A tiny, shitty, dark, dank hole-in-the-wall.
Slim stands onstage playing guitar with the house band.

SLIM
(sings)
The things that I used to do Lord, I won't do no more --
The things that I used to do Lord, I won't do no more --

Veronica’s in the audience, watching with rapt attention.

INT. DIVE BAR - LATER
Slim sits at the bar after the show, nursing a cocktail.
Veronica slides onto a stool next to him.

SLIM
Jesus fucking Christ on a motherfucking STICK.
How many times I gotta tell you --

VERONICA
No, it’s not that. I came to apologize.

SLIM
For what. Buggin’ me all the time?

VERONICA
Well, that’s part of it --
(beat)
I won’t bother you again. I promise.
I’m glad you got out of The Game.
Good luck to you. You’ve got a lot of talent.

She gets up and leaves. Slim watches her go.

EXT. DIVE BAR - NIGHT
Slim comes outside. Lights a smoke. A couple of HOOKERS (20’s)
leaning against the building come over to him.

HISPANIC HOOKER
Hey, Slim.

SLIM
What’s up, Rosa?

ROSA
Just thought you’d wanna know --
that white girl that just left the club?
She’s a cop. Be careful. She’s bad news.

TALL HOOKER
Yeah. She got Jimmy G busted just last week.

SLIM
I get it was that damn Gamble.

ROSA
Gamble? No, Gamble got transferred to
the Chinese Gang Task Force last year.

An undercover police vehicle slowly cruises by.
We see Norm behind the wheel with a NEW PARTNER (20’s)
sitting next him -- and, in the back seat, Veronica.
As they pass, we see her mouth the words 'I’m sorry.'

INT. DIVE BAR - NIGHT
Almost completely deserted at eight-o’clock in the evening.
Rain beats against the windows.

A handful of REGULARS sit at the bar, including Slim,
looking ratty in an old suit that’s
frayed at the lapels and doesn’t look clean.

Staring off into space. In walks a GREG PERLOFF (40’s),
a dark-haired white guy, businesslike
but still rock and roll in a tailored leather jacket.

He’s talking on a giant cell phone
as he walks over to the bar and takes a seat.

GREG
(listens)
Some bar. I couldn’t find a cab.
Gonna have a quick drink, then call one --
(listens)
Okay. See you then.
(hangs up, to the bartender)
Can I get a shot of Jack? Water back?

The BARTENDER (50’S) nods, goes to pour.
Greg nods. Looks around. Sees Slim. His eyes light up.

GREG
Holy shit. Fillmore Slim.

SLIM
(turns his head, smiles weakly)
Greg.

GREG
Been too long.
(examines how he’s dressed)
Can I buy you a drink?

SLIM
Never say no to a free drink --

GREG
(to the Bartender)
Can you get him another beer, on me --
(to Slim)
You wanna shot?
(off his nod)
And a shot for my man --
(looks at him, smiles)
Fillmore Slim. Damn. How long has it been?

SLIM
Been awhile --

The Bartender serves their shots.
They raise them in a toast.

GREG
To the blues.

SLIM
To the blues.

They down them.

SLIM
I heard you’re running The Fillmore now.

GREG
Yeah --

An uncomfortable silence.

GREG
Well, it was great to see you. Take care.

And he gets off his stool and heads for the door.
Slim gets up off his stool and follows him.

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Where The Streets Have No Game


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In Chapter 48 of FILLMORE, Slim gets out of prison after earning bonus points for being the warden's driver, but it soon looks like he's back to his old ways on the street. Or is he?


EXT. TEXARKANA STREET - DAY
A small town known mostly for the prison.
We see Main Street, a grocery store, post office,
various shops, restaurants and bars.

The warden’s Cadillac Humpback is parked
at the curb in front of a clothing store.

A POLICE CAR pulls up behind.
A COP (30’s) gets out.
Walks over to Slim’s window.

CURIOUS COP
Can I see your driver’s license?
(off his nod)
What are you doing here?

SLIM
(takes it out, hand it to him)
I’m the prison warden’s driver,
taking his wife and kids to run some errands.

The cop looks at the license.
Nods his head reluctantly.

INT. PRISON CORRIDOR - DAY
Slim walks down the corridor with another CON.

SLIM
I don’t care what you say, I’m still pimpin.’
I’m drivin’ a Cadillac with a white woman in it.

INT. HALF WAY HOUSE - SUPERVISOR’S OFFICE - DAY
The SUPERVISOR (50’s) a grizzled former con
sits behind his desk, chats with Slim,
seated in a chair in front of him.

SUPERVISOR
So how you doin,’ Slim? You adjusting okay?
You been out four months now.

SLIM
Got no complaints.
I like driving the recycling truck around Oakland.
Nobody in the back seat tellin’ me where to go.

EXT. CONVENIENCE STORE - DAY
A recycling garbage truck is parked in the lot.
Slim stands next to it chatting with a HOT CHICK (19).

She’s holding a wad of money.
Waving it around.
He SNATCHES it from her.

SLIM
GIMME that.
(counts it)
Twenty bucks? That all you GOT?

HOT CHICK
I told you. There no JOHNS round here.

Just then, a POLICE CRUISER passes them, going real slow.
The COP behind the wheel eyes them, but keeps going.

SLIM
I’m tired of your BULLSHIT.
I heard you been tellin’ everyone,
including the police that you’re my girl.
I don’t need that shit.
Get the FUCK outta my face a
nd don’t come near me again, you HEAR me?

He STOMPS off. Gets in the truck.
Hot Chick stares, open-mouthed as he drives off.

INT. PENNY’S COFFEE SHOP - NIGHT
Slim’s hanging out with a bunch
of his old friends, all players.

They’re drinking coffee,
smoking and bullshitting.

SLICK SILKY
They put drugs in the APPLESAUCE?
Damn. That’s some fucked-up shit.
(smiles)
Gotta try that one sometime --

SLIM
Yeah, they got a company called Unicorp
inside that only government officials can buy into.
We was building furniture and shit
they sell to major companies.

GOLDIE (40’s) a good-looking guy
with a big nose laughs.

GOLDIE
Fuck that shit.
I wanna hear more about the warden’s wife.
You get a chance to hit that?

GANGSTER BROWN
Weren’t you listening, Goldie?
The kids were always with her --

SLIM
Yeah, right.
Like I was gonna fuck the warden’s WIFE. Shit.
I don’t hit FAT pussy.
(beat)
Gotta hit the head.

He gets up. Starts walking
the back of the restaurant. VERONICA (20’s),
a gorgeous white woman walks up to him.
Smiles. Hands him a wad of money.

VERONICA
Hi.

SLIM
What’s that for?

VERONICA
What do you think?

SLIM
(gives it back to her)
Sorry. You got the wrong man.

He turns on his heel and walks into the men’s room.
Veronica starts to walk out of the place.

As she heads for the door,
Slim’s friends call out,
try and hit on her.

SLICK SILKY
Hey, momma. Nice legs.
When do they open?

GOLDIE
Yo, baby. Is your name summer?
Cause you’re HOT.

VERONICA
Sorry, boys. Slim’s my man.

And she leaves.

EXT. FILLMORE STREET - DAY
The same pimps, plus a few more
are hanging out in front of a barber shop.
Veronica walks by.

SLICK SILKY
Shit. There she is again.
(calls out)
Hey, baby -- here I am.
What were your two other wishes?

She turns her head. Disgusted. Keeps walking.

CHOCOLATE Z
Momma -- What’s a nice girl like you
doing in a dirty mind like mine?

Slim walks around the corner. Sees her.
Turns his head. Tries to ignore her.
She goes up to him.

VERONICA
Hey, there.

SLIM
How many times I got to TELL you.
I’m not in The Game no more.
I’m a MUSICIAN -

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

The Gangsta Lean


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In Chapter 47 of FILLMORE, after working in prison as a hospital aide and an officer's cafeteria waiter, Slim gets lucky and befriends the warden and ends up getting a gig as his personal chauffeur ...


INT. PRISON - INFIRMARY - DAY
Slim sits at his desk, doing paperwork.
A gaggle of NURSES (20’s)
stand by the water cooler,
gossiping and giggling.

A BUZZER goes off.
They ignore it, keep chatting away.

CHATTY NURSE
(to Slim)
Would you go see what he wants?
(fake smile)
Thanks!

SLIM
(gets up, mutters to himself)
Lazy motherfucking bitches.
They supposed to be nurses.
I ain’t nothin’ but an aide,
but I gotta do all the WORK --

INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - DAY
A SICK PRISONER (30’s) lies in bed
in the dimly-lit room.

Hooked up to tubes and wires and monitors.
Slim comes in. Picks up his clipboard,
checks his vitals. Then comes over.

SLIM
What’s wrong?

SICK PRISONER
I’m in pain, man.
Can you give me something?

SLIM
I’m sorry, I can’t.
I’m just an aide.

SICK PRISONER
Can you get somebody who CAN?

SLIM
I’ll see what I can do.

INT. SLIM’S JAIL CELL - NIGHT
Slim lies in his bed,
staring at the ceiling.
Listening to the sounds of the prison.

INT. TEXARKANA PRISON - OFFICER’S DINING ROOM - DAY
A big, surprisingly fancy dining room
for the prison officers.

Slim wears a waiter’s uniform.
Serves them lunch.

He gets to a RED-FACED OFFICER.
Starts to serve him.

RED-FACED OFFICER
Clarence. How are you today?

Slim smiles, nods. Serves him.

RED-FACED OFFICER
I checked on the date
for your parole hearing.
It’s next Tuesday.

SLIM
Thank you, sir.
I appreciate it.

He continues moving down the table.

The WARDEN (50’), a white, serious-looking
but friendly guy walks in.

Sees Slim. Comes up to him.
Slim smiles, deferential.

SLIM
Good afternoon, Warden.

WARDEN
Good afternoon, Clarence.
(beat)
I was wondering if
you would do me a favor?

SLIM
What’s that, sir?

WARDEN
The guards tell me
you know all about Cadillacs --

SLIM
I know a little.

WARDEN
Well, I’ve got a Caddy
that’s been giving me problems.
I want you to take a look at it.

SLIM
Be my pleasure.

INT. PRISON YARD - MOTOR POOL - DAY
Slim and the Warden stand and look
at his classic vintage
Cadillac Humpback sedan.

WARDEN
You got transferred here
from the medical facility
in Springfield, right?

SLIM
Yes, sir.

WARDEN
Do you like working in the kitchen?

SLIM
Yeah. I like it fine.
Even get to eat a steak
once in awhile.
What’s not to like?

WARDEN
Thanks for the tip about the spark plugs.
I didn’t know that spark plugs
had to have an exact gap.
Always thought a spark plug
was a spark plug.

SLIM
Don’t worry about it.
My pleasure.

WARDEN
I really like the baby seat
up front between the seats.
It’s so convenient.
The wife loves it.

Slim starts LAUGHING.
The warden smiles.

WARDEN
What’s so funny?

SLIM
With all due respect, sir.
That’s not a baby seat.
It’s an arm rest.
(gestures)
May I?

WARDEN
Sure.

Slim gets in the car.
Leans onto the armrest
with his right arm.
Pantomimes steering the car.

SLIM
This is what we call
the gangsta lean.’

He takes his arm off.
Flips it up.

Then back down.
Looks at the warden. Nods.

WARDEN
Clarence, I’m making you
my personal driver --

Monday, February 23, 2015

Take No Prisoners


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In Chapter 46 of FILLMORE, Slim gets extradited to San Francisco, where he gets sentenced in court for his illegal passport application and returns to prison. Meanwhile, fellow pimp Gangster Brown tries to keep an eye on Slim's 'business.'

INT. COURTROOM - DAY
Slim stands at the defendant’s table with Kenneth.
The NASTY WHITE JUDGE (60’s) looks at Slim, face a dark cloud.

NASTY WHITE JUDGE
Clarence Sims, I sentence you to five years
in the federal penitentiary.

EXT. DALY CITY - SLIM’S HOUSE - DAY
Slim’s house is empty. No activity.
We see the grass needs to be cut.
Unread newspapers piled up in the driveway.

INT. PRISON WORK ROOM - DAY
A cavernous room filled with machinery.
Slim and a dozen other PRISONERS
are sewing giant parachutes on big tables.

INT. SLIM’S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY
Beverly sits on the couch watching TV, smoking a joint.
Her SON (3) sits on the floor playing with toys.

INT. PRISON - INSTRUMENT ROOM - DAY
Slim sits at the window of a room full of MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS,
handing them out to PRISONERS standing in line.
He hands a HULKING BRUTE (30’s) a banjo.

SLIM
Here you go, my man. Gonna make beautiful music with that.

HULKING BRUTE
I said I wanted a GUITAR.
What the fuck am I supposed to do with a banjo?

SLIM
Ain’t you seen Deliverance?

INT. SLIM’S HOUSE - BEDROOM - DAY
Beverly lies is Slim’s bed making love to a BOY TOY (20’s).
The baby starts CRYING in the next room.

INT. PRISON MUSIC ROOM - NIGHT
A MARIACHI BAND practices. Slim plays guitar with them.

INT. SLIM’S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Curtis Mayfield’s DIAMOND IN THE BACK over -- a party goin’ on.
Beverly and a dozen of her FRIENDS dance to the music,
laughing, shouting, carrying on.

INT. PRISON CORRIDOR - DAY
Slim walks down the corridor, shirt-tail untucked.
He passes a PRISON GUARD (20’s).

PRISON GUARD
Hey, boy. Tuck that shirt in.

Slim shoots him a look. Tucks it in as he walks on.

INT. SLIM’S HOUSE - NIGHT
James Brown’s SAY IT LOUD, really LOUD, over -- another party.
But this one is RAGING. The joint PACKED with as many people as can fit.

People are SCREAMING and YELLING. Drinks get spilled. Glass BREAKS.
We see Beverly bumping and grinding with Boy Toy. Suddenly THE MUSIC STOPS.
Gangster Brown stands next to the stereo, which he’s just unplugged.

GANGSTER BROWN
Everybody GET THE FUCK OUT.
(off their stares)
You HEARD ME. Get the FUCK OUT. NOW. ALL of you.
You fuckin’ up Slim’s HOUSE.

INT. PRISON - WOODWORKING SHOP - DAY
A large wood shop where several INMATES are making desks.
Slim has just finished making one. He bends down to pick it up. Lifts it --
and PULLS A MUSCLE in his back. He DROPS the desk, BANG.

Holds the small of his back, wincing in pain. Another prisoner comes over.
Slim moves to a chair. Sits down. Closes his eyes. In pain.

INT. SLIM’S HOUSE - BEDROOM - DAY
Curtains drawn. A smoky haze drifts in the air.
Beverly lies on top of the bed, fully-dressed, mouth open, dead to the work.
Full ashtray, empty beer bottles on the night stand.

INT. PRISON RECREATION ROOM - DAY
Several dozen DANGEROUS-LOOKING PRISONERS are watching a movie
projected on a big screen at one end of the room.

On the screen we see a movie where prisoners are rioting,
tearing the joint apart. Setting fires. Running rampant.
In the back of the room, Slim watches, wearing hospital whites.

INT. PRISON CAFETERIA - DAY
A giant room packed with PRISONERS eating at long benches.
Off in a corner sits Slim and RENNY (30’s), a timid-looking fellow,
eating by themselves.

SLIM
You only been here?
Damn, I’ve been in four different prisons so far.

He finishes his sandwich. Grabs a spoon.
Starts to eat a portion of applesauce.

RENNY
I wouldn’t eat that if I were you.

SLIM
Why not?

RENNY
They put drugs in it to keep the prisoners in line.

SLIM
(looks at the spoon, puts it down)
What kinda drugs?

RENNY
Thorazine, shit like that. That’s how they control those big,
dangerous guys that should be in maximum security.
Keeps ‘em in line. Didn’t you wonder why they were here?

They turn and look at a long line of prisoners holding trays
pass a BIG, UGLY OLD MAN (50’s) wearing a hair net scooping out
big ladles of applesauce from a vat onto each man’s tray.

RENNY (O.C.)
The government is experimenting on prisoners.
They actually transfer dangerous felons that should be
in maximum security to HERE so they can see if this shit controls them.

Slim stares at Renny. Alarmed.

SLIM
Does it?

RENNY
Far as I can tell.
(shakes his head)
They show ‘em violent movies to get ‘em all riled up,
then feed ‘em drugs to control ‘em, break their will, like in Clockwork Orange.
Where the hell do you think they got the idea for that movie?

SLIM
Do they put it in anything else besides the applesauce?

RENNY
Hell if I know. But you gotta eat something --

SLIM
This is fucked-up.
This is supposed to be a prison hospital for sick and injured cons.

RENNY
Far as the government is concerned,
these guys are sicker than someone with sickle cell.
They think they’re a cancer on society.
The government does what it wants, when it wants,
and to WHO it wants. No bigger pimps in the world.

A pair of vicious-looking GIANT PRISONERS (30’s)
walk by carrying empty trays. They look at Slim, smile.

GIANT GRINNING PRISONER
Enjoy your lunch.

ENORMOUS GRINNING PRISONER
Have a nice day.

Friday, February 20, 2015

The Prodigal Son


Hey there, crime kids. Happy FRIDAY. It's time once again to take a trip to the dark side, where your most violent fantasies become sins of the flesh, right here, where the hardboiled action is non-stop, at the coolest crime joint in cyberspace ... at That Killing Feeling.

In Chapter 45 of FILLMORE, Slim goes out on the town in Harlem to blow off steam, but gets nabbed by federal marshal who arrests him for skipping bail back in Frisco ...


EXT. HARLEM STREET - NIGHT
Slim’s dressed like Clint Eastwood in denim and
a long, leather duster and cowboy hat.
He moves down the street.

Down the street, Bernie chats with a HOOKER on the corner.
Slim sees him. WHIPS OUT a pair of guns. Takes aim.
Thinks a moment. Puts them back in their holsters.

SLIM
Your lucky day.

INT. HARLEM NIGHT CLUB - NIGHT
A LOUD soul-funk groove over a packed joint
stuffed with people having a good time.

SHOUTING and LAUGHING amidst the noise.
Slim sits at the bar with OTHELLA (20’s),
a gorgeous chick with a huge Afro, resplendent in
vinyl hip-huggers and barely-there halter top.

SLIM
Othella Grier. You sure you haven’t done any modeling?

OTHELLA
That line work on all the girls?

SLIM
That ain’t no line, baby. I’m gonna take you to Hollywood.

Bernie walks by, not noticing Slim.

SLIM
BERNIE.

He turns and looks.

SLIM
Saw you on the street, motherfucker.
Gave you a pass. Better watch your back.

Points a finger at him like a gun.
Bernie gives him a look. Disappears into the crowd.

EXT. HARLEM NIGHT CLUB - NIGHT
Slim and Othella come outside. He walks her over to his car.
Opens the door for her. Starts to walk around the back of the car --
when he sees a RAGGEDY-LOOKING WHITE GUY (30’s)
in jeans leaning against a tree.

RAGGEDY-LOOKING WHITE GUY
Hey, man. Wanna buy some weed?

SLIM
(stops, looks at him)
Don’t smoke.

He keeps walking around the car to get to the driver’s-side door.
Raggedly-Looking follows him.

RAGGEDY-LOOKING GUY
Sure? I got some primo Thai stick --

SLIM
(opens the door)
Get the fuck out of my face. I said NO.

RAGGEDY-LOOKING GUY
(grabs him, shows his badge)
Federal Marshal. I have a warrant for your arrest
for skipping bail in San Francisco.

He SNAPS cuffs on him. Starts dragging him away from the car.

OTHELLA
HEY. Where you GOING?
(beat)
I knew he was no good. Fast-talkin’ motherfucker.

INT. JAIL CELL - NIGHT
Slim stands in an empty cell, grabbing the bars,
looking at Sergeant Cole on the other side.

SLIM
I tol’ you, I ain’t Clarence Sims.

COLE
Just sit tight while they run your prints and ID.
Then we’re gonna take a little trip.

Cole chuckles. Walks away.

INT. POLICE HEADQUARTERS - OFFICE - NIGHT
A pretty female OFFICE CLERK (20’s) sits a desk chatting with
another FEMALE CLERK (30’s), drinking cups of coffee.

PRETTY OFFICE CLERK
Darryl got tickets to see Curtis Mayfield.

Cole appears in the doorway. Knocks on the door jam.

COLE
Excuse me.

Both clerks turn and look.

PRETTY CLERK
Can I help you?

COLE
(flips his badge)
I’m with the US Marshals. I’d like you to run
someone’s ID and prints if you’ve got a moment.

PRETTY CLERK
Sorry. Computers are down.

COLE
When will they be up?

PRETTY GIRL
Don’t know. Maybe tomorrow --

COLE
Shit.

PRETTY GIRL
Welcome to Harlem.

EXT. SLIM’S JAIL CELL - NIGHT
Cole stands in front of the bars. Pulls out a cigarette.
Offers one to Slim. He takes it. Cole lights them up.

COLE
Computer’s down. Couldn’t run your ID,
so I’m taking you to San Francisco in the morning.
(off his stare)
After we get there, if you can prove you’re not Fillmore Slim,
we’ll give you some dough and spring for a plane ticket back, okay?
(smiles)
No hard feelings?

Slim takes a drag of his cigarette.

INT. SAN FRANCISCO INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT - DAY
Dick Gamble and Norm wait at the gate.
Cole and NEW YORK COP (30’s) walk out with Slim,
hands cuffed behind him.

Gamble and Norm break into big smiles. GRAB his arms.

DICK
(to Cole)
We’ll take it from here, fellas.
(to Slim)
Welcome home, Slim. Seems like old times, huh?

NORM
The prodigal son returns.

And they WHISK him away, feet barely touching the ground --

Thursday, February 19, 2015

Harlem Nights


Happy Thursday, crime slicksters. It's time once again to take a trip to the dark side, where the girls are hot, the drinks are cold, and the hardboiled-pulp-noir action is non-stop, right here, at the coolest crime joint in cyberspace ... at That Killing Feeling.

In Chapter 44 of FILLMORE, now that he's on the run from the law, Slim sets up shop in New York City and gets some new girls working the street for him, but when he criticizes his new roommate Bernie, things get violent ...


INT. HARLEM - BERNIE’S APARTMENT - NIGHT
A nice place with tasteful furniture, m
very old-school. Not loud or flashy. East Coast.

Slim talks with Bernie and EDDIE CHIN (30’s)
another pimp, a good-looking guy in a sharp suit.

SLIM
I was here a couple of days,
but I couldn’t get the feel of it,
so I went to DC and stayed with Lucky G.

BERNIE
How he doin?’

SLIM
He’s okay. Kinda dull, though.
Likes to read books and shit.
Wasn’t feelin’ it there, either --
place is dirty and nasty --
so I borrowed his car
and came back up here.
Left mine there.

EDDIE
Why’d you do that?

SLIM
Cause I’m a fugitive, motherfucker.
Car I drove up from Florida
got pulled over down there.
Don’t wanna take no chances.

EDDIE
So you gonna work in Harlem?

BERNIE
Shit. How he gonna work up here?
This is the big city.

SLIM
I can do anything. I’m Fillmore Slim --
(evil smile)
And I got my girls workin’ downtown, motherfucker.

EXT. THE AMERICAN HOTEL - NIGHT
Chrissie and Ronnie walk a pair of JOHNS inside.

INT. BERNIE’S APARTMENT - NIGHT
The door bell RINGS. Bernie goes to answer it.
ANNIE (29), a fiery redhead comes in.
Smiles. Hands him a roll.

BERNIE
(takes it)
There she is, my main girl.
(counts it)
One hundred, two hundred --
(counts)
Six hundred. Yeah.
(off her smile)
Well, get back out there and make some more.

ANNIE
It’s late and I’m tired. I just wanna --

BERNIE
(SLAPS her face)
Don’t give any of your LIP, girl.
Get your ass BACK OUT THERE.

ANNIE
Okay. Sorry. I --

And she hurries out.

BERNIE
Pimp hand is STRONG.

SLIM
Can’t let ‘em talk back, yo.

The doorbell RINGS again. Bernie gets it.
In walks Chrissie and Ronnie.
They each hand Slim giant rolls of money.

CHRISSIE
Had a pretty good night.

RONNIE
People here are so friendly.

SLIM
This is the big city.
(counts it)
Eight-thousand dollars, motherfuckers.

Ronnie and Chrissie head for the door.

RONNIE
We’re gonna go back downtown and work
some more of those rich businessmen.

CHRISSIE
We’ll see you later.

SLIM
(watches them leave)
That’s my honey-bunnies --

BERNIE
They must’ve robbed someone.
You’re fucking up The Game, Slim.

SLIM
Fuck you. I train my girls right.
They don’t rob no one.
They make the money
the old-fashioned way.
On their backs.

BERNIE
Fuck that.
They gonna bring the heat down on us.
Y’all gotta go stay somewhere else.

SLIM
I got enough to stay whereever I want.
Fuck this Harlem shit-hole.

Slim grabs his suitcase. Starts packing.

SLIM
You’re an ungrateful ass, you know that?
After all the cars I gave you? Shit. Fuck you.

Bernie watches Slim packing, back turned.
He grabs a GOLF CLUB. Sneaks up behind Slim --

BERNIE
FUCK you.

And WHACKS him on the head with it.
CRACK. Slim buckles.

BERNIE
Who you calling UNGRATEFUL?

He WHIRLS around.
GRABS his head where he was hit.

BERNIE
That’s for disrespecting me
in my HOUSE, motherfucker.
Now get the fuck OUTTA HERE.

Slim pulls his hand away. Sees blood.
Wipes it on the couch.

GRABS his suitcase.
Heads for the door.

INT. HOSPITAL - EMERGENCY ROOM - NIGHT
Slim sits in an examining room getting his forehead
stitched up by a PRETTY ASIAN DOCTOR (30’s).

Slim fidgets while she tries to work.
She finishes. Puts on a gauze pad.

PRETTY WHITE NURSE
I’ll go get your paperwork.
Wait right here. I’ll be right back.

A UNIFORMED COP (40’S) appears in the doorway.

UNIFORMED COP
Samuel T. Brown?
(off his nod, walks in)
Just have some routine questions, if you don’t mind.

SLIM
Routine questions?

UNIFORMED COP
Sorry to inconvenience you.
Whenever somebody has an injury
like yours, they contact us.
May I see your ID, please?

Slim digs out his wallet.
Pulls out his driver’s license.

UNIFORMED COP
(examines it, hands it back)
So what exactly happened.

SLIM
Not much to say.
When I left my building, I got mugged.
Couple of kids with knives.

PLAINCLOTHES COP
But they didn’t get your wallet?

SLIM
I beat the shit out of one of ‘em,
and other one hit me on the head
with something, don’t know what.
(shrugs)
They ran off.

PLAINCLOTHES COP
(smiles)
If only other people would
fight back like you did.
Make our job a lot easier.
Have a good night.

He leaves.

SLIM
Damn. It’s like they following me --