Friday, November 9, 2012
Dead Mexican Work For Ya?
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In Chapter 15 of DICK & HONEY, we reach the exciting conclusion of our story, in which our intrepid bounty hunters/would-be comedy team brings Ponzi schemer Roland Forsythe to justice and then get their next job, which scares the shit out of them ...
EXT. ROLAND’S BIG BEAR CABIN - FRONT DOOR - NIGHT
Simone stands in front of the door.
Honey’s on the left, derringer aimed.
Dick’s on the right,
holding a big stick.
Simone looks at them. They nod.
Honey, it’s me. I MADE it.
The door OPENS.
Roland stands there, smiling.
Baby-face. Thank god you’re okay.
(sees her arm)
Oh my god. What happened to --
Dick CRACKS him on the head.
He goes down, THWUMP.
One down, one to go.
They wait. Listen.
Dick peers around the corner. Looks.
What do you see?
Dead Mexican work for ya?
INT. ALABAMA BROWN BAIL BONDS - NIGHT
Roland sits in a chair in the corner,
hands cuffed behind him.
Alabama glares at Dick and Honey.
I don’t care.
You only get HALF.
But we didn’t shoot him.
What happened to the Mexican?
He’s dead. Roland shot him.
They must have gotten into an argument.
I’m not saying a word
until I speak with my attorney,
after I see a DOCTOR.
You just left behind a dead body?
We made an anonymous tip to the cops.
So how did you find him?
Wait, don’t tell me.
The less I know, the better.
(hands cash to Honey)
There you go.
I got another one
if you’re interested.
Thanks, but after these shenanigans,
I’d like to take a breather.
Dick. We’ve only got
enough for the back rent,
and this month is due next week --
Okay, I’ll bite. Who is it?
Holds up a ‘wanted’ poster of a
huge, ugly, VERY dangerous-looking dude.
This is a good one.
Ordell ‘The Cleaver’ Washington.
Killed his wife with a butcher’s knife.
And we’re talking the same money.
PUSH IN ON Dick and Honey’s faces.
Scared to death.
That’s -- great.
Can’t -- wait.
INT. DICK AND HONEY’S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Dick and Honey sit on the couch with cocktails.
CLINK their glasses. Take a sip.
After a day like that,
I think we’ve more than earned a martini.
Now I know why cops drink so much.
I’m still jacked up on adrenalin.
So I guess now we’re
officially bounty hunters.
How on earth are we
going to catch ‘The Cleaver?’
He looks fucking scary.
We’ll figure out something.
Maybe start with getting a bigger gun.
Maybe you should get a bigger stick.
Hey. Them’s fighting words.
You gonna do something about it?
Dick puts his drink down.
Puts his hand on her knee.
I seem to remember getting
an invitation to the
garden of earthly delights.
Sorry. You have to wait
behind the velvet rope.
But I’m on the list.
Did you bring your hoe?
And I’m looking right at her.
Oh, you’re in trouble NOW --
She puts her drink down.
GRABS him. They kiss as we --
FADE TO BLACK