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In Chapter 32 of FILLMORE, fresh out of prison, Fillmore Slim gets a couple of girls, some new threads and a flashy car and hits the streets, once again starts plying his pimp trade ..


EXT. DALY CITY SUBDIVISION - SLIM’S HOUSE - DAY
Slim walks up the walk to the front door of his house.
Looks under a flower pot.
Finds the key. Goes in.

INT. SLIM’S HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY
The place has been kept spotless in his absence.
Slim CRACKS open a can of beer.
Talks on the phone.

SLIM
Thanks for taking care of the house, Thelma.
Really appreciate it.
(listens)
I’ve missed you, too.
(listens)
Dinner would be great --
(listens)
Let me get back to you on that.

EXT. FILLMORE STREET - NIGHT
The usual hustle and bustle on a
weekend night on the track.

Slim cruises down the sidewalk
checking out the action,
happy to be back in the mix.

A couple of PIMPS walk toward him.
MASTER CASPER (30’s), good-looking,
silky-smooth in the latest finery stops.
Eyes grow wide.

MASTER CASPER
Fillmore Slim, my man.
Where you been hidin’?

TINY NATOR (20’s), big and threatening-looking
stares at Slim, then his outfit.

TINY NATOR
Looks like Slim’s been hidin’ out
in nine-teen seventy-one.
You fallen on hard times?

MASTER CASPER
Or did you find a time machine.

They look at each other. BURST into laughter.

EXT. FILLMORE PROJECTS - NIGHT
A nasty block of old tenement buildings in serious disrepair.
A pair of WHITE GIRLS (20) work the corner.

They’re not well-dressed -- but are extremely hot,
and fresh off the boat.

SISSY, a fiery redhead, dead ringer
for Ann-Margret lights a smoke.
Looks at DONNA, a Midwestern blonde-next-door.

SISSY
This fucking sucks.
We gotta make enough for the room.
I’m not sleeping on the fucking street again.

DONNA
Chill out. It’s still early.

Slim walks up to them.

SLIM
Evenin,’ ladies. Lovely night, isn’t it?

SISSY
If you say so.

DONNA
(looks at his clothes)
You’re a pimp.

He takes off his hat, bows. Elegant.

SLIM
The name is Fillmore Slim.
Pleased to meet you.
(pouring on the charm)
I prefer to use the term 'provider.'
I provide your average working man
with a few brief moments of happiness
in their otherwise boring, meaningless lives.
(off their surprised looks)
And I also provide young ladies
like yourselves security.
Safety. Protection. A roof over your head.

The girls look at each other. Nod. Look at him. Smile.

SISSY
I’m Sissy.

DONNA
Donna.

INT. SLIM’S HOUSE - BEDROOM - DAY
Slim pulls a rack of clothes out of the closet.
SHOVES them in a trash bag on the floor.

Then starts THROWING hats out.
Then shoes. A fistful of ties.

INT. MENSWEAR STORE - DAY
Slim stands in front of a mirror wearing
a dalmatian-spotted suit with matching hat.
Arthur measures his inseam.

SLIM
-- and I’ll take one in cherry red, one in royal blue --
(looks around)
And gimmee one in that orange and green checks over there.

ARTHUR
Very good, sir.
(beat)
And I would imagine you’re going to need
some shirts and ties as well?

SLIM
Oh, yeah. We just getting STARTED --

INT. CADILLAC SHOWROOM - NIGHT
Slim sit behind the wheel of a
red CADILLAC FLEETWOOD TALISMAN
with a blue crushed velvet interior.

The SALESMAN (40’s) a white jock with a big smile
sits next to him.

SMILING CAR SALESMAN
Now this is a ride.

SLIM
I’ll take it.

SMILING CAR SALESMAN
I had a feeling.
What kind of payment plan did you have in mind?

Slim pulls a big wad of cash out of his pocket.

SLIM
I was thinking I’d do the I’ll pay for
the whole fucking thing in cash payment plan.

EXT. THIRD-RUN MOVIE HOUSE - NIGHT
The marquee reads THE MACK.

Slim comes outside wearing his orange and green
checked suit with Sissy on his arm.

Big platform shoes.
A HUGE hat with a feather. He’s BACK.

SLIM
Motherfuckers got it all WRONG.

SISSY
Yeah, but it was still a good movie --

SLIM
Good? Shit. Just a bunch of coon shit.

SISSY
I liked the part where he blew that cop’s head off
with a shotgun.

SLIM
Yeah, that was pretty cool.

He stops. Fishes a white envelope out of his pocket.
Grabs a coke spoon hanging on a chain around his neck.

Dips it in. Does a bump in his left nostril.
SNORTS. Then his right. HONK.

Then offers one to her. She nods. SNARFS it up.