The Universal Language Of Stoned

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In Chapter 14 of EXIT, while waiting for dirty cop Vin Vargas to return with the food, the hostage situation takes a left turn when dead drug dealer Mickey Mertz's business partner Harry Dill arrives on the scene after being raided by the DEA ...


INT. THE EXIT ROOM - EARLY MORNING
The buzzer RINGS. Everyone looks.

DANNY
Too soon to be Vin --
(to Mia)
Go see who it is.
Tell ‘em we’re closed.
If it’s a cop, stall him.
If it’s the loan shark guys,
tell ‘em Angel’s gone.

Mia nods. Gets up.
Walks over to the door.
Danny follows her.

MIA
Sorry. We’re closed.

EXCITED MALE VOICE (O.C.)
I’m looking for Mickey.
I know he’s here.

Angel breathes a sigh of relief.

MIA
I said WE’RE CLOSED.

EXCITED MALE VOICE (O.C.)
C’mon, man. I know he’s here.
Let me in. It’s an emergency.

MIA
He’s not here. He left.

EXCITED MALE VOICE (O.C.)
Oh, yeah?
Then why’s his car still here?
If you don’t let me in,
I’m gonna call the cops.

DANNY
(to Mia)
Step aside.

She does.
Danny unlocks the door.

YANKS it open.
Aims his sawed-off at Excited Male Voice.

DANNY
Shut the fuck up and get your ass in here.

In walks HARRY DILL (60’s),
dishevelled, with shaggy hair and a beard.

Natty in flip flops, board shorts
and a ratty tie-dyed t-shirt
that makes The Dude look sophisticated.

DANNY
Go over there and sit with the others.

HARRY
(stares at the gun)
I can dig it. Tight security.
Chill. I’m cool. I’m cool.
(looks at the others)
Where’s Mickey?
(sees Angel’s stump)
Whoah. Dude’s missing an arm.
Now this is a fucking party.

DANNY
Go sit down and shut the fuck up.

HARRY
So where’s Mickey? In the head?

DANNY
Mickey’s dead. SIT.

HARRY
He’s DEAD? Wh-what h-happened?

Danny PUNCHES him in the stomach.
Harry doubles over.

HARRY (CONT’D)
Dude. That fucking HURT.
Why’d you have to do that?

DANNY
Cause I told you to SIT DOWN
and SHUT THE FUCK UP.

Harry nods. Takes a seat.

HARRY
Alright, okay. Jeez.

DANNY
Why do you want to see him?
What the fuck was so important?

HARRY
We got raided by the Feds.
All of our inventory was seized.
I barely escaped and
I was coming to warn him.
Didn’t answer his cell
so I knew something was up --
(looks at Danny’s gun)
But not something like this.
Did you rob a bank or something?

DANNY
Why does everybody think
we robbed a fucking BANK?
(beat)
How did you know he was coming here?

HARRY
He told me.
We’re business partners.
I procure the inventory
and he distributes it.
Some cat who works here
is a customer.
(beat)
Dude.
My heart’s beating a mile a minute.
Okay if I smoke out?

DANNY
‘Smoke out?’

HARRY
You know, weed.
You can have some, too.
Chill you right out.

DANNY
That’s actually not a bad idea.

HARRY
Right on.

He pulls a joint out of his pocket.
LIGHTS IT with a click of his Zippo.
Takes a big hit.

Hands it to Danny.
He takes a toke.
Holds it in. Nods. EXHALES.

DANNY
(hands it back)
That’s good shit.

HARRY
Oh, yeah.
White Widow sativa from Humbolt.
None of that hydroponic bullshit.
I mean, sure it gives you a great high,
but then it’s gone an hour later.
This shit’ll give you a body-shizzle
that’ll last all night.
(stares at Bettie)
Sugar Magnolia, blossoms blooming.
I’m in the presence of the Dark Goddess.

BETTIE
(smiles)
That’s me. Can I get a hit?

DANNY
It would be an honor.
Weed is the universal language of stoned.

He passes it to her.
She takes a ginormous hit.
Holds it in.

HARRY
(low, to himself)
Mickey’s dead.
Who am I gonna get to move my product?
(looks at Danny)
Can I -- ask what happened?

DANNY
My partner shot him because
he thought he was hitting on him.

HARRY
Pulp Fiction, ahoy.
(beat)
Your partner?
So you’re gay, too?

DANNY
NO. My --
(raises his gun)
Partner.

HARRY
Oh. Gotcha. Right on.
(looks at the group)
Which one is he -- or she?

DANNY
He’s not here.
He went out to get some food.

HARRY
A hostage situation with snacks.
Far out.
(realizes)
So -- you’re not gonna let me go.

DANNY
Now you’re catching on.

HARRY
Guess it’s safer here
than back at my place.
Joint’s crawling with DEA.

DANNY
Sounds like it’s your lucky night.

HARRY
Hey. If you’re given lemons --
(brightens)
Can we have some tunage?

DANNY
You mean -- music?

HARRY
Soothes the savage beast.
This IS a club, bro.

CASEY
(to Danny)
Great idea.
We get high, listen to some music,
then have something to eat
when Vin gets back.
You’ll be relaxed and refreshed
for when you make your escape.

Pause.

DANNY
Okay. But no dancing --

The Gentleman Gunman

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In Chapter 13 of EXIT, after dirty cop Vin Vargas leaves the club to go get food for the hostages, fugitive Danny Peel grills the celebrities about their personal problems ... and discovers that Oscar-winning screenwriter Casey Montana has just found her next story ...


INT. THE EXIT ROOM - EARLY MORNING
Easy sits in the corner of a banquet, in pain.
Chugs from a bottle of scotch.
We see a big, ugly scar on his arm socket.

Sky, Angel, Bettie, Casey,
Mia and Angel sit around him.

Danny and Vin sit at the bar,
facing them, guns aimed.

SKY
(whispers, to Casey)
Nothing like seeing a guy
getting his arm blown off
to sober you up.

Casey nods, in a daze.

DANNY
Not as much fun as
sitting at the bar, I know.
But your priviledges have been revoked.
(low, to Vin)
What did you do with his arm?

VIN
(whispers)
In the VIP room with the dead guy.

MIA
(to Danny)
Could I get some ice for his shoulder?

DANNY
No. Nobody moves.
Tried being nice and it didn’t work.

SKY
What if we have to go to the bathroom?

DANNY
Then you pee in your pants.

BETTIE
Shit.

DANNY
That, too.

VIN
I’m really hungry, Danny.

DANNY
Then do some more blow.

VIN
Nah. That shit fucked me up.
Stomach’s tied up in knots.
What if I go outside
and see what’s going on?
If the coast is clear
I could go get some food.

DANNY
Are you fucking crazy?
It’s too risky.

MIA
There’s a Pink Dot two blocks away.
He could go behind the stores in the alley.

VIN
Yeah?

DANNY
(looks at his watch)
It’s still dark out --

VIN
C’mon. Let me go take a look.
I’ll creep up the stairs
real careful like.
Nobody will see me.

Pause.

DANNY
Okay. But be careful.
(looks at the group)
I supposed you’re all hungry.

VIN
Are you kidding?
After the shit they pulled?
Let ‘em starve.

CASEY
I don’t see why the rest of us
should be punished for
Tango and Cash’s shenanigans.

Danny looks at her. Smiles.

DANNY
(to Vin)
What the fuck.
Get enough stuff to make
sandwiches for everybody.

SKY
I’m a vegan --

DANNY
You’re lucky you’re fucking ALIVE.
You’ll eat whatever grub you’re given.

VIN
You wanna feed them ALL?

DANNY
Why not. Good faith gesture.
Maybe the media will call me
‘The Gentleman Gunman’ or some shit.

VIN
You’re fucking crazy.

DANNY
Crazy like a fox.
If their bellies are full,
they might not get so desperate again.
(to the group)
Right?
(off their nods, to Vin)
Get a couple loaves of bread,
some cold cuts and chips and shit.

VIN
Okay.

He starts heading for the door.

DANNY
Be careful.

Vin nods.
Unlocks the door.

Slowly opens it.
Peers out.

Then leaves.
Shuts the door behind him.

CASEY
Thanks.

DANNY
Yeah, well -- I figure if things go south,
maybe they’ll go easier on me
if I treat you like human beings.

EASY
Right. Like blowing off my arm?

DANNY
You tried to grab my gun.
That was your fault, not mine.
I was giving you lines of coke, remember?

CASEY
You seem like too nice a guy to be --

DANNY
What.
A cold-blooded killer?
You surprise me.
As a writer you of all people
should know people are complicated.
(beat)
What I want to know
is why you’re all here.
You’ve got great careers, tons of dough,
and yet you’re hanging out
in an after-hours club
on a weeknight at five in the morning.
What’s up with that?

BETTIE
I was doing an Amy Winehouse
until you interrupted me.

DANNY
Makes sense.
Your last album tanked,
and I saw that video on YouTube.
Ouch.

BETTIE
Label’s gonna drop me.
My band won’t speak to me.
There’s nothing to live for.
Music is my life.

DANNY
Gonna make a hell of a ‘Behind The Music.’
(to Easy)
I think I got you figured out.
The press is going to out you, right?

EASY
He shoots, he scores.

DANNY
Wasn’t a detective for nothing.
(to Sky)
And you, Mr. HIV-positive.
Just found out?

SKY
Yeah.

DANNY
Then why come here?

SKY
Getting married tomorrow.

DANNY
So the wife doesn’t know.

SKY
What do you think?

DANNY
I think they should rename this place
‘The Hideout.’
(to Casey)
What’s your deal?
Looking for your next story?

CASEY
More like avoiding trying.

DANNY
But you found it, didn’t you.

CASEY
Maybe.

DANNY
If you live through this,
you’re gonna write about it.

CASEY
That’s what I’m thinking.

DANNY
Maybe Ethan Hawke here can play me.

CASEY
Nah. Too scrawny.
Thinking more of a George Clooney type.

DANNY
I’ll take that as a compliment.

CASEY
So why did you rob the dirty cop?
You know him?

DANNY
Know him?
He was my fucking partner.

CASEY
What did he do to you?

DANNY
If I tell you that,
you could testify against me
in a court of law.

CASEY
C’mon. I’m curious.
I wanna know.

DANNY
You know what they say about curiosity --

They stare at each other.
The buzzer RINGS.
Everyone looks --

A Flying Fuck

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In Chapter 12 of EXIT, in the aftermath of the failed hostage takeover, screenwriter Casey Montana tells fugitive gunman Danny Peel that they need to cauterize pro baseball player Easy Washington's wound where his arm got blown off, so they bring him to the kitchen to do the dirty deed on the electric stove. Meanwhile, faded rock star Bettie Black, now awake after passing out, discovers coke residue on the bar, and tries to convince dirty cop Vin Vargas to give her some ...


INT. THE EXIT ROOM - EARLY MORNING

Vin walks back in,
wiping his face with a paper towel.

Walks over to Sky.
JAMS his gun against his head.

VIN
If I get AIDS,
I’m gonna fucking KILL you,
fucking FAGGOT.

DANNY
Vin. He’s not gay.
He’s a junkie.
(off his look)
Needles?

VIN
Oh.
(beat)
Right.

DANNY
(nods at Easy)
We gotta cauterize the wound.

VIN
Why? Just let him bleed out.
He fucking attacked you
for crissakes.

DANNY
(to Mia)
What kinda stove
you got in the kitchen,
gas or electric?

MIA
Electric.

DANNY
Perfect.

EASY
Oh, no.
You can’t -- do that.

DANNY
Oh yes we can.
You wannna live, right?

EASY
Can I get back to you on that?

DANNY
(to Angel)
GQ. Help me bring him
into the kitchen.

Angel nods.
Walks over.

DANNY
(to Vin)
You keep an eye
on the gang from Cheers.

VIN
Okay.

Danny and Angel help Easy up.
Start walking toward the back.

EASY
Why are you helping me?

DANNY
Shades of grey,
Mr. Pro Athelete.
Sometimes the bad guy
shows a glimmer of compassion.

VIN
What about his arm?

DANNY
You deal with it.

They leave.
Bettie slides out of the booth.
Starts weaving toward the bar.

VIN
(sees her)
And just where the fuck
do you think YOU’RE going?

BETTIE
(sits)
Excuse me, but that
was some intense shit.
I need a drink.

CASEY
I don’t think
that’s a good idea.

BETTIE
Like I could give a flying fuck
what you think?

MIA
I think she’s right.
It’s probably not a good idea.
You’ve had a lot --

BETTIE
Pour me a fucking DRINK, barkeep.
I’m a ROCK STAR.
It’s what we DO.
(sees the powder on the bar)
You guys were DOING COKE?

She licks her finger,
wipes it through the residue.
Rubs it on her gums.

BETTIE
Now we’re fucking TALKING.
Is there any more?

VIN
Shut the fuck up.
You’re giving me a headache.
(to Mia)
Give her a fucking drink.
Maybe she’ll pass out again.

Mia grabs a glass.
Starts pouring.

BETTIE
I’ll give you head
if you gimme some coke.
(laughs)
A blow for some blow.
Whattaya say?

VIN
I say you’ve become a joke.
You were a rock goddess,
and look at you now.

From the kitchen,
we hear Easy CRY OUT IN PAIN.

EASY (O.C.)
AHHHHHH --

Fucking Hollywood

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In Chapter 11 of EXIT, the hostage situation takes a turn for the worse when pro baseball player Easy Washington and Indie movie hunk Sky Masters try and grab Danny and Vin's guns, with horrifically violent results ...


INT. THE EXIT ROOM - EARLY MORNING

UNDER THE BAR
Easy taps Sky’s leg.
Slips him a napkin.

SKY
Looks down.
Carefully opens it.

THE NAPKIN READS
‘I’ll grab Danny’s gun.
You get Vin’s.
When I say NOW.’

SKY
Crumples it up.
Looks around nervously.

AT THE BAR
Danny looks at Mia. Smiles.

DANNY
How do you feel?

MIA
It burns in my throat.
I don’t like it.

He stares at her a long beat.
Then breaks into a big smile.

DANNY
Well, now you can say you’ve tried it.
(big smile)
More for me.

Danny leans down and starts
SNARFING up the last line.

EASY
NOW.

In rapid-fire succession --

Easy LEAPS off his stool.
GRABS Danny’s sawed-off.

Tries to YANK it away.
Danny tries to YANK it back.

At the same moment,
Sky JUMPS off his stool.

GRABS Vin’s gun.
They WRESTLE for the weapon.

Mia SCREAMS.
Casey and Angel GASP.

Easy and Danny roll around on the floor,
struggling for control of the gun.

Danny JERKS it toward Easy’s face,
but Easy’s STRONG, and starts
JERKING it back toward Danny’s.

Vin YANKS the gun away from Sky,
PISTOL-WHIPS him on the head.

Blood FLIES from the wound,
SPLATTERS Vin’s face.

Sky tries to PUNCH him,
but Vin KNEES him in the groin, HARD.

He goes down,
writhing in pain.

Easy and Danny both grip the sawed-off,
KICKING and CLAWING at each other.

Vin aims his gun at Easy --
just as the shotgun FIRES --

BLOWING OFF HIS ARM at the shoulder. BANG.
A GEYSER OF BLOOD SPRAYS IN THE AIR.

IN THE BOOTH
Bettie wakes up.
Sees the mayhem.
Tries to focus.

BETTIE
What’s -- going on?

AT THE BAR
Casey stares in horror.

CASEY
Holy fucking SHIT.

ANGEL
(to Mia)
TOWELS. GET ME SOME TOWELS.

MIA
They’re in THE LAUNDRY.

ANGEL
PAPER TOWELS, NAPKINS --
ANYTHING. HURRY.

Mia reaches under the bar,
grabs a stack of paper towels,
hands them to Angel.

He RACES over to Easy.
SHOVES them on top of the gushing wound.

Danny gets up.
Thumbs a couple of shells
into the sawed-off.

KA-CHINKS them into the chamber.
Aims it at Easy.

DANNY
And I thought we were getting along so well.
(aims it at Sky)
And YOU. You’re PATHETIC. Weak.
This isn’t a fucking MOVIE.
(to Vin)
You okay?

VIN
Yeah.

EASY
Joke’s on you.
Movie star’s got HIV.

VIN
Who gives a shit.
So we got another faggot.
Fucking Hollywood --

DANNY
He means the blood on your face.

Vin reaches up.
Touches his face.
Looks at his hand.
Sees it.

VIN
What the FUCK?

He RUNS toward the men’s room.
Danny aims his gun at Sky.

DANNY
Okay, junkie.
Go sit with the others.

Sky slowly gets up.
Trudges over to the bar. Sits.

CASEY
(nods at Easy)
We’re gonna have to cauterize his wound.

DANNY
Or what? He’ll lose his arm?

He starts LAUGHING.

ANGEL
No, she’s serious.
He’ll lose too much blood.

DANNY
(looks at Easy)
Hope that wasn’t your jerking off hand --

Beam Me Up, Scotty

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In Chapter 10 of EXIT, the hostage situation takes another bizarre turn when fugitive Danny Peel and the celebrities do lines of coke on the bar, but things soon turn nasty when Mia the bartender refuses ...


INT. THE EXIT ROOM - MAIN LOUNGE - EARLY MORNING
Danny finishes chopping up
a series of big, fat
lines of coke on the bar.

Holds a rolled-up bill
in his hand.

Smiles. Leans over.
SNARFS one up. Then another.
HONK.

Hands it to Vin.

DANNY
Breakfast of champions.

VIN
Beam me up, Scotty.
(does a line)
Damn. That’s good shit.

CASEY
(to Danny)
Can I -- ?

DANNY
Hell, yeah.
We should all be
on the same wavelength.

Casey smiles.
Pulls a silver tube
out of her bag.

Leans over.
SNORTS a line.
Shakes her head.

DANNY
Check out the paraphenalia
on Diablo Cody.

CASET
Present from my director.
(offers it to Sky)
Your turn.

SKY
Sorry.
I’m clean and sober.

DANNY
Really?
How long?

SKY
Five days.

DANNY
That’s all?
You can make that again
standing on your head.

SKY
I dunno. My sponsor --

DANNY
Tell ‘em you were held hostage
at gunpoint by a pair of
crazed gunmen and they made you.

SKY
(big smile)
Fuck, yeah.

He takes the tube from Casey.
Leans down.

SNARFS up a line.
Then another.

Dips a finger in his drink.
Wets his nose.

SKY (CONT’D)
That’s some righteous booger sugar.
(hands it to Easy)
Seventh Inning Stretch, my man?

EASY
(takes it)
Line drive, brother.
(does a hit, shakes his head)
Pun intended.
(does another)
Home run, bases LOADED.

He swings the tube
like a little bat.
Angel points at it.

ANGEL
May I?
DANNY
(hands it to him)
But of course.
The bouncer needs a bounce.

Angel smiles grimly.
Leans down.

SNARFS up a line.
Then another.

Nods his head.
Danny points at Mia.

DANNY
Now it’s your turn.

MIA
No, thanks.

DANNY
Aw, c’mon.
Join the party, doll.

MIA
I -- don’t do drugs.

DANNY
Oh, so you think you’re
better than us?

MIA
Oh, no.
I just -- don’t do drugs.

DANNY
(aims his gun at her)
Well, now you do.
(hands her the straw)
C’mon. One little toot.
You’d make a dangerous criminal
VERY happy.

MIA
Please.

DANNY
(clicks the hammer)
DO IT. NOW.

Mia stares at him.
Eyes fill with tears.

She leans down.
SNORTS a hit.

Lays down the straw.
Rubs her nose.

DANNY
See?
That wasn’t so bad, was it?

Getaway Plan

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In Chapter 9 of EXIT, the hostage crisis takes another surprising turn when Oscar-winning screenwriter Casey Montana tries to find out what crime gunman Danny Peel committed earlier that night, but bad cop Vin Vargas interrupts them, claiming he's starving. Afraid to go outside to get some food, they decide to do some of dead dealer Mickey Mertz's coke ...


INT. THE EXIT ROOM - MAIN LOUNGE - EARLY MORNING
Angel sits on a stool
next to Mia behind the bar.

Danny sits near Casey, Easy and Sky.
Vin sits at the other end
with a bottle of scotch,
pants back on.

Everybody is quite buzzed.

CASEY
(to Danny)
You used to be a cop.

DANNY
Is it that obvious?

CASEY
Why did you leave the force?

DANNY
I didn’t leave.
I was shit-canned.

CASEY
What happened?

DANNY
Long story.

SKY
Do you have a getaway plan?

DANNY
Jesus.
You movie people.
‘Getaway plan.’

CASEY
No, seriously.
Maybe we can help.
You drove to the house, right?
Where’s your car?

DANNY
Parked on one of those
narrow, winding streets
up in the hills.
It’s stolen, so I
don’t know how much longer
it’ll be there.

EASY
But all you gotta do is wait
until the coast is clear, right?

DANNY
That’s about the size of it.
Figured I’d walk back up and get it,
then drive down and
pick up Vin and the money.

VIN
(to Danny)
Hey, chief.
Sorry to interupt
bonding with the hostages,
but is there any way
we can get some fucking food?
I’m starving.

DANNY
Yeah. Me, too.

VIN
(to the group)
Any twenty-four hour
fast food joints around here?
Hell, I’ll go get it.

DANNY
Too risky.
We don’t know
what’s going on out there.

ANGEL
What if we did some blow?
Take the edge off.

DANNY
That’s right.
The dealer --
(to Vin)
Vin. Go get his coke.

VIN
(jumps off his stool)
Shit, yeah.

He RACES out of the room.

Risky Business

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In Chapter 8 of EXIT, the hostages freak out in the aftermath of bad cop Vin Vargas blowing gay drug dealer Mickey Mertz's head off. Then gunman Danny Peel does something very surprising. He makes Vin apologize ...


INT. THE EXIT ROOM - EARLY MORNING
Angel hugs Mia, silently sobbing in his arms.
Casey joins them behind the bar.
Easy looks at Sky.

EASY
(whispers)
We gotta do something.

SKY
(whispers)
You gotta plan?

EASY
I’m thinking, I’m thinking --

NEXT TO MICKEY’S BODY
Danny berates Vin.

DANNY
You fucking idiot.
We were all getting along
and you had to fucking RUIN it.
Now they’re afraid of us.
Now they think they’re gonna die.

VIN
Well, aren’t they?

DANNY
(low)
No. We want them to TRUST us.
This will go ALOT easier if they’re cooperative.
Now we have to watch them more carefully
in case they try and pull something.

VIN
I don’t see what the big deal is.
Dead fag. So what?

DANNY
That man was a HUMAN BEING, Vin.
And if you weren’t so homophobic,
he’d still be alive --
and your leg would be taken care of.

VIN
So I’ll splash some booze on it
and tie a tourniquet around it.

DANNY
Suit yourself.
But first get him the fuck out of here
before they freak out any more.

VIN
Alright, alright.

He grabs Mickey’s body by the ankles
and starts dragging him out of the room.
All eyes follow him.

Danny walks back to the bar.
Sticks his gun in his his waistband.
Takes a seat.

DANNY
I’m really sorry.
My associate has an itchy trigger finger.
I promise I’ll keep him under control.

Danny grabs the bottle.
Pours himself another drink.

Takes a big gulp.
Vin walks back in.
All eyes follow him.

VIN
I put him in the VIP room.
(off everyone’s silence)
It was an accident, okay?

EASY
You shot him because he was gay.

VIN
No I didn’t.

EASY
Yes you did.
I heard you call him a ‘faggot.’

SKY
Yeah, I did too.

CASEY
I like to fuck girls.
You gonna shoot me, too?

VIN
What the fuck IS this?
(to Danny)
You gonna let them talk to me that way?

DANNY
Well, if the shoe fits.

VIN
What the fuck is THAT supposed to mean?

DANNY
You just fucking shot someone
because they’re gay
right in front of their eyes.
I think they’ve got the right
to give you shit about it.

VIN
Wait a minute.
Whose side are you ON?
It was an accident, okay?
The gun just went off.

EASY
Was it because he was
a little bit effeminate?
What if he was macho like me?

VIN
What?

EASY
If you found out I was gay,
would you shoot me?

VIN
You’re not GAY.
You’re a pro baseball player.

EASY
That’s true. And I’m married.
(smiles)
But I also like to suck dick.

DANNY
Check out Easy Washington
coming out of the closet.
Now that took guts.

VIN
Bullshit.
He’s just fucking with me.

EASY
I’d prove it, but you’re not my type.
Don’t go for the greasy Italian thing.
Hate the taste of pepperoni.
(laughs)
Better check the oil.
Looks like you might be a little low.

VIN
HEY.

Vin CHARGES him.
Easy PUNCHES him in the head, THWUMP.
Vin HITS the floor.

Danny WHIPS out his gun.
Aims it at Easy.

DANNY
Thanks.
I’ve been dying to do that all night.

He looks at Vin, holding his head,
slowly getting up.

DANNY (CONT’D)
You okay?

VIN
Yeah.
(looks at Easy)
Asshole.

EASY
Self-defense. You attacked me.

DANNY
(to Vin)
Apologize to the man.

VIN
What?

DANNY
You heard me. Apologize.

VIN
For what? He started it.

DANNY
Vin.
The first rule of holding people hostage
is to gain their respect.
You lost your temper and lost their respect.
In order for us to maintain a sense of order,
they need to trust that we’ll stay cool.

SKY
Yeah.
Like randomly shooting one of us.
Did wonders for my confidence in you.

DANNY
(to Vin)
You hear the movie star?
Apologize to the man.

VIN
WHAT?

DANNY
You heard me. Apologize.
Unless you want this to become
The Lord Of The Flies,
we need to remain civilized.

Vin looks down. Shakes his head.

VIN
I don’t fucking believe this.

DANNY
Vin.

VIN
Jesus fucking Christ.
(low)
I’m sorry.

DANNY
Good boy.
Now take care of your leg
and put your fucking pants on.
This ain’t Risky Business.