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INT. JOSIE'S BAR - NIGHT
Riverfront dive of a bar. Seedy. Dank.
Idea of "live entertainment" consists of a lost tourist
coming in for directions
TURK (30's; schemer with no plan) and GROTTO (early 40's;
even less of a plan) throw down some suds.
TURK
Lissen grotto. Got the lowdown on
that gig on 49th.
Grotto pays more attention to his wings and beer.
GROTTO
Uh-huh.
TURK
If we want a piece of this action,
we got to move fast.
GROTTO
Uh-huh.
TURK
Ya with me on this?
GROTTO
Uh-huh--sure-Turk.
(beat)
Uh, What about the boss?
TURK
Shaddup. He don't need to know about
it. This is our score. If he finds
out, he'll want a cut.
GROTTO
Cut our throats.
TURK
Shaddup, would ya. I take care of
everything.
GROTTO
Then...there's the devil.
TURK
D-Devil? Ya read too many comic
books. Ain't no devil.
GROTTO
That's what Mickey thought. Got
him in a rubber room upstate.
Looking to TV. Stained with smoke, dried beer.
TURK
Mickey always belonged in an asylum.
(to Josie)
Yo Josie--How 'bouts a little volume?
JOSIE (50, heavyset barkeep) grunts--turns it up.
ON SCREEN: Newsanchor with image of FISK.
NEWSANCHOR
...met up with the legal partners of
Murdock and Nelson earlier today.
ON SCREEN: EXT. LAW OFFICE OF MURDOCK/NELSON
FOGGY (35, jolly and carefree) answers questions while MATT
stands motionless in background.
FOGGY
...can't go into any details at the
moment. We'll be meeting with Mr. Fisk's
associates to discuss the matter further.
SCREEN: Back to newsanchor desk. Image of BULLSEYE.
2nd NEWSANCHOR
The daring escape from Riker's
Penitentiary earlier tonight was for
naught for the repudiated assassin
Benjamin Poindexter. Though his
body has yet to be found, authorities
state chances of surviving the crash
and the forty degree waters of the
East River are slim. In other news...
WIDEN
TURK and GROTTO continue to watch TV.
TURK
Damn! Must be my birthday. First
this gig and now that freakin' whack
job biting the big one.
GROTTO
Careful Turk. You don't...
TURK
--Shaddup Grotto--what you know?
Looking beyond Turk.
GROTTO
But...
TURK
Ain't nothing you know that I don't
know. Bullsie was same way. Always
thought he was the smart one.
Toasts his beer to the TV; very smug.
TURK
Yo Bulls--this one's for you.
Drinks his beer. Looks down. Puddle of water.
TURK
Ah man--what's this? Yo Jos--
your plumbing sprung a leak.
(to Grotto)
What...what the hell you staring at?
GROTTO
Uhhh...
Turk turns around. Follows the trail of water to a pair of
pant's leg--soaked. Gazes up slowly.
Doesn't like what he sees.
VOICE
Hiya boys.
Copyright 1999 -- Terrence J. Brady
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