Wednesday, February 11, 2015
The Quick And The Dead
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In Chapter 38 of FILLMORE, Slim goes out on the town with a few of girls and gets rousted by the cops, who bust him for coke, but then let him go after getting a bribe. Meanwhile, beat cop Dick Gamble hangs out with a couple of other officers, who complain about how their coworkers are dating white women ...
EXT. SLIM’S CAR - MOVING - NIGHT
Slim drives down the freeway with
TRICIA (20’s) a new girl.
Very pretty, wearing a giant wig,
and right now extremely fucked-up.
Her head goes down as she starts to nod out.
I said, where’s my money, bitch?
(SLAPS her head)
Don’t fucking FALL ASLEEP on me, whore.
Gimme my money.
(wakes up, tries to focus)
Sorry, baby. Hold on.
She reaches up under her wig. Searches for the money,
and a BAGGIE OF PILLS drops out, lands on her lap.
What did I tell you about doin’ those reds?
They fuck you UP.
A PATROL CAR pulls up alongside them.
The WHITE COPS turn and look at Slim.
He sees them. They smile, driver starts
BANGING their car against his,
SCRAPING the paint, denting the metal.
My CAR --
The COP (30’s) on the passenger-side, a short guy, YELLS.
Slim brakes, slows down, pulls the car over to the shoulder.
Stops. The cops get out. Walk over to the car.
(points at his car where it’s scraped)
You see what the fuck you did to our car? Get OUT, now.
Slim sighs. Gets out of the car.
Short Cop proceeds to search him.
His PARTNER (20’s) a young kids sneers at him.
Short Cop pulls a WAD OF MONEY out of one of his pockets.
Well, look what we have here --
(pulls out a baggie of coke)
And hey, look -- it’s snowing.
It’s not mine.
Well, I might have a solution to our little dilemma.
See, we’ve got a policeman’s ball coming up,
and we’re looking for donations.
Short hands the money back to Slim. Slim eyes him. Thinking.
He peels off a stack of bills. Hands it to Short.
I’d like to make a donation, officer.
Fifteen hundred dollars. Hmmm --
It’s kind of a BIG policeman’s ball.
Slim counts out more bills.
Hands it to him. Short counts it.
Twenty-five hundred bucks.
Why, that’s a very generous donation, boy.
(hands him the coke)
Now you be careful.
INT. SAN FRANCISCO - NEIGHBORHOOD BAR - DAY
Gamble’s hangout. We see alot of the same COPS as before,
but now alot of them are with white women.
Gamble and Norm sit at the bar
nursing beers, deep in conversation.
Prentice walks in with a HOT WHITE CHICK (20’s)
on his arm, a busty blonde.
They take a seat at a table in a dark corner.
It’s like they’re all tradin’ up or somethin.’
Prentice over there makes Lieutenant,
then dumps his wife of ten years for that white trash.
You ain’t gonna see me dump
MY wife for some cream of wheat, that’s for sure.
Just because I made sergeant? That’s some bullshit.
And this is another thing.
Just because the DA’s got a bug up his ass,
we gotta keep bustin’ the same perps
over and over again.
It’s like a revolving door.
Don’t make anything better --
Dick finishes his beer.
Pays his tab. Gets up off his stool.
Hey. That’s why they call it work --