Docstoc

Frankie Khamanna Iskandarova Memorial dr Houston

Document Sample
Frankie Khamanna Iskandarova Memorial dr Houston Powered By Docstoc
					Frankie




          Khamanna Iskandarova
          12625 Memorial dr. #174
          Houston, TX, 77024
FADE IN:


EXT. BRONX, 1990 - NEIGHBORHOOD PARK - DAY

Elderly occupy the benches. Men play chess and dominoes;
women chat, cracking shelled sunflower seeds.

GREGORY ROSENSTEIN(80), MITCH (80) and BENNETT (80), aged
but energetic, play dominoes. They are of Jewish descent
and they speak with a hint of Hebrew accent.

Mitch smacks a domino with conviction.

                         MITCH
           Seven! I’ll go seven! This may be
           my last game.

Gregory gives Mitch a shrewd stare.

Gregory, grumpy twenty four/seven, unshaven, in an old
woolen jacket and a Hawaiian shirt - unwise combination.

                         GREGORY
           Last? What now? Your daughter-in-
           law did something new?

                         MITCH
           It’s all the time something new.

Bennett thrusts his foot on the bench displaying his shoe
mended with blue sticky tape.

                         BENNETT
           New? Georgia says we can’t afford
           new shoes for me. She’s got new
           shoes--

                         GREGORY
           Whoa! Get your stinky foot off the
           bench, willyah.

Bennett removes his foot and nearly falls loosing his
equilibrium. The other two don’t offer any help.

                         BENNETT
           You couldah helped.

Pounding himself in the chest--

                         GREGORY
           At this age Greggy helps no one but
           himself. You think my life’s good?
                         (MORE)
                                                         2.
                        GREGORY (CONT'D)
          I’ve been working hard my whole life
          only to listen that I need to pay
          for my son’s education, and for my
          grandson’s education...Let’s do it
          this time. Stop eating or else...

Mitch holds his nostrils shut for awhile. Bennett and
Gregory watch intrigued.

Mitch lets go of his nose, inhaling deep. Turns to
Gregory:

                        MITCH
          Little longer and you’re done.
          It’s still chilly to drown, or I
          wouldah asked you for a ride to a
          shore.

                        GREGORY
          Irma doesn’t let me drive that car
          anymore.

Gregory holds his nostrils blocked for a short while.
Releases, shakes his head:

                        GREGORY
          It’s barbaric. I’ll starve myself...
          Starting today.

Determined, he looks at Bennett for decision.

Bennett gives a gloom nod.

Gregory takes a sip from a bottled water, finishes it.
Gets up to discard it.

He stares at Mitch. Mitch hugs Gregory clumsily, tears
roll down his wrinkled cheeks. He nods his ‘yes’.

                          GREGORY
          Jewish honor?

Bennett shuffles the dominoes.

                        BENNETT
          So, the last game, huh?

They play in silence.


INT. ‘METRO TECHNOLOGIES’ BUILDING -TECHNICIANS ROOM- DAY

Bare steel shelves, steel tables and chairs. ‘METRO
TECHNOLOGIES’ logo here and there. A stack of used cable
ware in a corner.
                                                        3.

Two employees, GARY (35) and PAUL (30), dressed in yellow
‘METRO TECHNOLOGIES’ overalls with their name tags on,
sit behind a table.

Garry reads a newspaper, Paul gobbles lunch.

FRANKIE ROSENSTEIN (20) walks in, carrying TV cable
equipment.

Fast at everything he does, confident, well built and
somewhat handsome, willpower in his every movement. Dark
hair and black eyes, a scar on his forehead beneath an
unruly bang.

He dumps the equipment on the floor, next to used hardware.

Crouches, rummages through it.

                           GARRY
             Frankie, my boy! Glum as ever.

                           FRANKIE
             This oughta go to warehouse?

Paul nods.

                           PAUL
             Crazy customers. They want it,
             they don’t want it... I installed
             it last Tuesday, they don’t like
             the picture, we have to tear it
             down today. Stupid job.

Frankie takes a seat next to Garry, produces some papers
out of his pocket, skims through.

Garry peeks at the papers. Frankie notices, explains:

                           FRANKIE
             College fees. Wanna do a degree.
             New York is expensive. Same degree
             in the South is much cheaper.

                           GARRY
             Hey, Frankie. I looked at these
             papers for the first five years
             too. Look at me now - the cable
             expert!

Paul CHUCKLES, smacks Garry on the shoulder.

                           PAUL
             We’re all proud of ya. That’s
             quite an accomplishment.
                                                        4.

                        GARRY
          It pays the rent.

                        FRANKIE
          I need to get out of here anyway.

Frankie SLAMS the papers on the table, heaves a sigh.

                        PAUL
          Try talking to banks, colleges. My
          brother got a loan. Though Dad had
          to sign loan pay off papers in
          case he can’t pay...

                        FRANKIE
          Yeah, who’ll sign for me -
          jobless, no good grandpa? I have
          nothing waiting for me here. Don’t
          wanna leave grandma but there’s no
          other way.

Paul gets up, trashes the remains of his lunch.

He and Frankie pick up the cable equipment and head out.


INT. GREGORY’S APARTMENT - KITCHEN - DAY

Shabby. Peeling paint, tattered furniture.

Gregory sits at a table next to a kitchen window, reading
a newspaper.

INSERT NEWSPAPER HEADLINE: AN OLD MAN IS SET FREE OF
CHARGES AFTER DRIVING INTO A CONVENIENCE STORE AND
RUNNING OVER TWO PEOPLE.

Gregory chuckles as he reads.

He looks out the kitchen window, sees IRMA (80), his
wife, talking to GEORGIA (80), neighbor, Bennett’s wife,
downstairs.

Gregory spots Mitch who exits the building. Sighs
relieved.

                         GREGORY
          Thank God. Hope Bennett isn’t
          stupid either.


EXT. WINDOW STREET - DAY

Irma, grocery bags in both hands, shakes her head as she
listens to Georgia.
                                                         5.

Irma drops the bags, brings both hands to her mouth. Both
look up, spotting Gregory in the kitchen window.

Gregory ducks down.

Mitch passes by, bowing to the women. They glare back.

Georgia starts WEEPING loudly. Irma consoles her, spits
in Mitch’s direction.


INT. GREGORY’S APARTMENT - KITCHEN - DAY

Gregory pulls away from the window, returns to the
article.

An impatient knock at the door. It’s Irma.

                        IRMA (O.S.)
          Open up, come on. Move it.

HALL

Gregory opens the door to Irma.

She walks in, breathing heavy. Drops the bags with an
attitude.

                        GREOGORY
          I could drive yah...

                        IRMA
          Don’t you go near that car. You
          can’t drive a shit.

Gregory grabs the bags and turns away. Grumpily heads
into the--

KITCHEN

Irma follows.

                        IRMA
          Bennett stopped eating. Haven’t
          urinated all day today.

Gregory glances at frowning Irma.

                        IRMA
          You have anything to do with it?

                         GREGORY
          Nothing. Don’t know what your
          talking about.

Irma squints some. Bustles around the kitchen.
                                                         6.

Gregory plumps on a chair, depressed.

                        GREGORY
               (to himself)
          Good God. Poor Bennett.


INT. BENNETT’S APARTMENT - DAY

Gregory sits next to Bennett who is lying in bed.

Georgia stands at the door, listening. Her eyes and nose
are red and swollen.

Bennett doesn’t look good - bluish lips, sunken cheeks
and eyes. He stares at Gregory, GROWLS.

                        GREGORY
          For God’s sake, Bennett, stop
          that. Eat something. Come ‘n old
          man.

Bennett growls again.

                        GEORGIA
          It’s no use, he’s leaving me.

Gregory rises. Shrugs, downbeat.

Trudges out.


EXT. ENTRANCE TO GREGORY’S BUILDING - DAY

Clad in black, Gregory and Irma stand with other
neighbors, mostly elderly and glance towards the entrance
doors now and then.

Gregory spots Mitch in the crowd. They exchange a guilty
glance.

Little further, in a white medical robe, is SUSAN
TRUMBALL (45), next to her mother, MRS TRUMBALL (80).

Georgia exits, WEEPING. She nods to Irma and Gregory as
she passes by.

Irma turns to Gregory, scowls.

                         IRMA
          She told me you, Mitch and Bennett
          were to kill yourselves? You’re
          still alive...
                                                         7.

                         GREGORY
          Mitch’s alive too. Bennett was
          always stupid.

Irma SHUSHES him, walks away.

She joins Georgia. Georgia points at Susan Trumball:

                        GEORGIA
          Look at Susan. A doctor! And what
          has become of our kids... You
          might be able to sign Gregory into
          her clinic.

Georgia’s attention switches to a crowd of younger men
and women in black. She points at them.

                        GEORGIA
          Four hours since he’s gone and
          they’re disputing who I leave my
          apartment to. As if I’m dead too.

The younger crowd is one generation down from Georgia and
Irma. They buzz lively as opposed to mournful elderly.

There’s some commotion at the entrance and everybody’s
eyes fixate on--

Four men exit the building, carrying a coffin.

Georgia walks toward them, trails behind.

The men mount the coffin onto a hearse.

LATER

The hearse takes off slowly. There’s small crowd trailing
behind.

Irma confers with Susan Trumball and Mrs. Trumball.

                        SUSAN
          I’m sure it’s not Alzheimer. I’ll
          see what we can do though.

                        MRS TRUMBALL
          My Susan always stands up for her
          community.


INT. APARTMENT BUILDING - GROUND FLOOR - DAY

Frankie dashes for the elevator, taps the ‘up’ button.
But gives up waiting in less than a minute and runs up
the stairs.
                                                      8.

Mrs. Trumball, with a walking stick, limps ahead, up the
stairs.

She walks “wide”, taking up most of the space between the
wall and the rails. Frankie struggles to pass by.

Finally, gently but firmly he pushes her aside and
squeezes through.

                        FRANKIE
          Mrs. Trumball. How you doing.

                         MRS TRUMBALL
          Yeah, yeah. Listen, your old farts
          should not use that water heater.
          It leaks gas. We’re all gonna blow
          up one day thanks to them. You
          work, help them out, get hooked to
          central heating. It’s just a
          hundred bucks.

Mrs. Trumball gradually increases her voice as Frankie
runs up swiftly, overpassing her greatly in a matter of
seconds.

                        FRANKIE
               (sarcastically)
          Thanks for letting know. Old fart
          to you too, Mrs. Trumball.

Mrs. Trumball SNORTS.

                        MRS TRUMBALL
          Good I’m not that old, I can take
          that as a joke.

Frankie laughs, Mrs. Trumball frowns.

                        MRS TRUMBALL
          Listen, Susan was at a convention
          in Florida last week. She spotted
          you dad in Florida... Talk to your
          gramps, see if they wanna know
          more.

Frankie’s chin hardens upon the news.

                        FRANKIE
          I don’t have a dad.


FRANKIE’S FLOOR

Frankie strides down the hall.
                                                      9.

He hears muffled SHOUTING which intensifies as he walks
across the hallway toward the apartment door.

He meddles at the door, listening.

                         GREGORY (O.S.)
           You drove him away. You...with
           your nagging...

                         IRMA (O.S.)
           Shut your hole.

Frankie scowls and knocks.

Gregory opens the door.


INT. GREGORY/FRANKIE’S APARTMENT - DAY

Frankie steps inside.

                         GREGORY
           You’ve got the key. Use it.

Frankie checks the key - it’s in his pocket.

                         FRANKIE
           Yeah, right. I forgot.

Frankie looks for his grandmother. Steps into the living
room, then into the--

BATHROOM

Irma cleans the gas water heater, standing on the edge of
the tub. The heater is right below the ceiling, so she
reaches up.

                         FRANKIE
           That heater’s got to go. Come on
           down. You may fall.

                         IRMA
           It’s a money saver though leaks
           gas.

Frankie sniffs the air.

                         FRANKIE
           We’ll get hooked to central
           tomorrow.

He pauses - something important on his mind. Takes a deep
breath.
                                                        10.

                         FRANKIE
           Listen, grandma, I wanna leave.
           Take Christine, go south...

Disturbed, Irma steps down. Frankie rushes to help her.

She pats him lovingly on a cheek.

                         IRMA
           Leave? Just like your dad... We’ll
           talk about it later. You hungry?

                         FRANKIE
           Later again? ...my savings is not
           enough to start a new life. I’ll
           return every penny, I’ve gotta get
           away from here...

KITCHEN

Gregory’s ear pressed against the wall.

BATHROOM

                         IRMA
           Later, please. Don’t give me the
           heart attack, he already does.

Frankie stalks out.

Irma leans to the sink, remaining in this position for a
while.

Tears roll down her cheeks.


KITCHEN - LATER

Frankie and Gregory sit at a table set for dinner.
Gregory is all ready to eat - utensils in hands, eyes
fixed on the stove.

Frankie’s eyes move between him and his grandmother. The
tension in the room is palpable.

Irma cooks.

There’s a picture of a man in his thirties on the
countertop.

A casserole in hands, Irma passes by it, stops, puts the
casserole down, gets a napkin and wipes the dust off the
picture.

Frankie sniggers at that.
                                                     11.

                        GREGORY
          Why’s that snigger?

Irma pats Frankie’s shoulder, SHUSHES him.

                        FRANKIE
               (to Irma)
          Your precious Peter! Or should I
          call him ‘Daddy’? What you love
          him for? He never calls, an inept
          moron, a nobody...

Gregory turns red.

Frankie sniggers again.

                        FRANKIE
               (to Gregory)
          You’ve never heard from him since
          he left, have you? That’s cuz
          you’ve done nothing for him...
          that’s why.

Infuriated, Gregory swipes the casserole off the table.
The dish lands with a THUD, the dinner is spread all over
the floor.

Frankie springs up, glares at his grandfather.

                        GREGORY
          You cut it out, you, spoiled non-
          caring brat! What was I supposed to
          do, huh? I worked all my life to
          pay for his education? And he
          couldn’t get into a decent college
          with his grades.

Irma rushes to Gregory; he pushes her away, leaves for
his room--

--Smears the food from the casserole across the floor on
the way. Throws Frankie a shrewd look - there’s sanity in
his eyes.

                        FRANKIE
          Relax, your Peter might be dead
          for all we know.

Irma strides after Gregory. She turns to Frankie on the way:

                        IRMA
          Look at what you’ve done. His
          Alzheimer’s will be back in no time.
               (whispering)
          I’ve decided to check out Susan’s
          clinic, you know...
                                                       12.

                         FRANKIE
          About time.

Frankie strides out.

Irma hears him SLAM the front door.

Gregory wanders back in with a crazed look in his eyes.

                        GREGORY
          Hey woman, let’s go... Go home.

                         IRMA
          We are home.

                        GREGORY
          Don’t be silly, we’ll miss our
          train. Quick.

                        FRANKIE (O.S.)
               (shouting)
          He’s faking, don’t you buy into
          it. Liar, stupid liar, we all know
          you’re lying.

Gregory frantically hustles into his

BEDROOM

He pushes chairs around as if unable to recognize the
room. Stumbles on the bed, trips, sprawls across it, then
rather rolls off down to the floor.

Sprints up, SCREAMING.

Irma appears in the doorway with a glass of water.

                        IRMA
          You’ll break a bone one day. Here,
          have some.

Gregory rushes to her, crazed. She brings a glass of
water to his mouth and he smacks her on the hand...the
glass falls and BREAKS--


INT. STAIRWAY - DAY

--Frankie hears, half way down the stairwell. Stops,
listens to the SCREAMING coming from the apartment.
Brings both hands to ears, presses tight.

Then plunges the clenched fist into the wall and rushes
down.
                                                       13.

INT. GREGORY/FRANKIE’S APARTMENT - BEDROOM - DAY

Vicious, Gregory purposefully steps on the broken glass
which hasn’t been swept off, cuts his toe.

Irma pulls him away, trying to stop, but he resists.

                        GREGORY
          Trying to poison me?

                        IRMA
          Trying to help you calm down.

                        GREGORY
          I’m not that stupid--

                        IRMA
          You better get checked into a
          clinic...

                         GREGORY
          I knew it. You want me in the
          cuckoo’s nest!

He laughs hysterically.


EXT. BRONX, FRANKIE’S NEIGHBORHOOD - DAY

Low income area.

One street is mixed Russian/Jewish neighborhoods - graffiti
exploited buildings. Next is Latinos - cute little houses
with metal trash buckets in front lawns and kids around the
porches...

Frankie strides towards the wire fenced basketball court.
He turns to look at his apartment window.

Sees Gregory who circles around the room, smashing
everything on the way.

BORIS (20) approaches Frankie.

                        BORIS
          What’s up with them again?

                        FRANKIE
          I don’t wanna talk about it.

Frankie leads the way to the court.


INT. GREGORY/FRANKIE’S APARTMENT - BEDROOM

Gregory is calm. He walks to and fro.
                                                        14.

Irma gets a money sack from a drawer, flips it inside
out, revealing several franklins.

                        IRMA
          It’s not the Alzheimer’s, it’s
          your rotten temper talking. That’s
          why Frankie wants away--

                        GREGORY
          He wants away because of you,
          you’re soft on him. Just like you
          were on Peter...

Irma pulls her make-up kit out of the drawer, touches up
her cheeks.

                        IRMA
          Whatever. Frankie needs money. If you
          were smart we’d sell the apartment and
          leave with him--

                        GREGORY
          I was born in this room, you get
          that? Put the money back, willya,
          we need it more than he does. I’m
          never leaving it here.

Gregory lies on the bed. Pulls the cover up to his very
chin. Irma shoves the money sack back into the drawer,
walks over to Gregory.

She gets a pillow from under his head, despite his
resistance, fluffs it up.

Shoves it back under his head.

Stalks out. In the doorway, she spits in Gregory’s
direction.


EXT. BASKETBALL COURT - DAY

Frankie and Boris jump over the fence. Three other
friends wait for them in a corner.

A fancy street handshake follows.

The team of seven Puerto Ricans play basketball. Among
Puerto Ricans are BOBBY(20), MARLO(20) and JEREMY(20).

Bobby points at the ball:

                        BOBBY
          What are you trying to do? Come on...
                                                        15.

                        JEREMY
          Hey, pass the ball, pass it, come
          on. Yeah, baby.

Jeremy scores.

Frankie glares at them. Checks his watch. Turns to Boris,
points at the time:

                        FRANKIE
          The court is officially ours.

                        BORIS
          Let’s wait, don’t.

Frankie sprints toward the net and catches the ball.
Spins it in the most offensive way.

                        FRANKIE
          You’ll get it back on your way
          out.

That alerts all, the gangs gather around.

Silence spreads.

Marlo tries to knock the ball out of Frankie’s hand but
fails as Frankie skillfully rolls and spins it.

                        MARLO
          You crazy fuck...

Bobby pushes Marlo aside and throws a punch at Frankie,
who dives down. Frankie and Bobby wrestle each other to
the ground.

The others join in.

They fight rough.

Puerto Ricans dominate for their greater number.

A convincing WHISTLE interrupts.

All stop immediately, look around. They spot a policeman
afar, on a relatively busy street.

Puerto Ricans leap over the fence and disperse. Fast.

Frankie and his friends follow.

ALEX (14) appears from around the corner, a whistle
string around his neck.

He wiggles the whistle and the boys understand.
                                                        16.

Frankie and the gang return to the court. Alex shakes
hands with everyone, just like he’s one of them.

                        ALEX
          Pissed your pants, huh? I saved
          your asses big time, they’d beat
          the hell out of ya.

                        FRANKIE
          Watch that mouth of yours.
          ...thanks. We thought it was him.

Frankie points at the policeman, who enters a cafe in the
distance.

                        ALEX
          What does he care, it’s his lunch
          break.

They return to the court.

Frankie shoots the ball into the net from afar and
scores.

All start playing. Alex too.

When Frankie stands next to Boris:

                        FRANKIE
          I should‘ve waited.

Boris nods.

Everyone is sweaty and tired. Frankie signals for a
break.

He takes his shirt off and wipes sweat off his forehead.
Walks to the water fountain. Gulps the water.

Alex stands behind, waits for his turn to drink.

                        FRANKIE
          Hey, Alex, you know if Christine
          stayed home today?

                        ALEX
          I don’t know and I don’t care. You
          treat Christine like shit, you
          know that?

                        FRANKIE
          That’s none of your business.

Frankie presses on the waterspout. Splashes Alex all
over.
                                                     17.

                        ALEX
               (laughing)
          Asshole.

Alex sips from the fountain...sprays Frankie...


EXT. BRONX - NEIGHBORHOOD STREET - DAY

Frankie strides down the street toward Christine’s
building.

He slows down as he notices two girls looking up.

One is KLAUDIA (20) and the other is KLAUDIA’S FRIEND.

CHRISTINE (18) thrusts her head out the window. Smiley,
with dimples, a sweet boyish type.

                        KLAUDIA’S FRIEND
               (to Christine)
          Forget that freak, come on down.

                        CHRISTINE
          He doesn’t let me go out without
          him.

Christine laughs.

Klaudia shrugs her shoulders.

                        KLAUDIA
          Well, if Frankie doesn’t let
          you... Just for a walk, that’s
          all.

                        KLAUDIA’S FRIEND
          What a monster.

Klaudia turns to leave, tries to pull her friend away.

                        KLAUDIA
          It’s not our business. Let’s go.

Klaudia notices Frankie, blushes, signals her friend to
keep quiet.

Frankie stares at Klaudia. Time resumes for a brief
second. The sun shines through her golden blonde hair -
she is beautiful... and placid.

He walks past the girls. Looks up at Christine. The look
on his face changes from dreamy to annoyed.

Christine doesn’t flinch, waves to him, happy.
                                                     18.

                        FRANKIE
          You’re in the window all the time.

Christine laughs, flips him off.

KLAUDIA AND HER FRIEND

Klaudia watches the scene.

                        KLAUDIA’S FRIEND
          Aren’t you disgusted to watch
          them?

BACK TO FRANKIE AND CHRISTINE

                        CHRISTINE
          Frankie, call me, you hear me,
          stupid.

Christine disappears inside.

Frankie turns to leave.

Klaudia calls out to him:

                        KLAUDIA
          Is that because of me?

And Frankie turns around:

                        FRANKIE
          What’s because of you?

                        KLAUDIA
          You’re not letting her out? I know
          boys talk about me...like I got a
          reputation or something...

Frankie stares intensely.

                        FRANKIE
          I haven’t heard anything. ...And I
          wouldn’t believe all the talks.

Klaudia nods. And as she turns to walk away:

                        KLAUDIA
          If you don’t want her to hang out
          with me, I’m cool with it.


INT. CHRISTINE’S APARTMENT - DAY

Christine's MOTHER/MARTHA (50) passes by Christine’s room
just in time to hear her conversation with Frankie through
the open door.
                                                        19.

Scowling--

                           MARTHA
             Your crazy boyfriend again?

                           CHRISTINE
             He’ll change. He’s not bad... he’s
             reliable...

Christine hugs her mother by the shoulders.

                           MARTHA
             Hope one day you’ll realize he’s
             not the one for you.


INT. GREGORY/FRANKIE’S APARTMENT - DAY

Frankie produces the key to his apartment, thrusts it
into the key hole.

He can’t work the lock - something must be wrong.

He brings his ear to the door. Hears the sound of frenzied
walk and Gregory’s MOANING comes from the apartment.

Frankie bangs on the door.

                           GREGORY (O.S.)
             Where is she? She was home, where
             is she now?

Frankie hears Gregory trying the lock from the inside.

                           GREGORY
             Stuck... Stuck...

                             FRANKIE
             Call grandma.

Frankie tries the door again.

He attempts to heave it open, it wouldn’t budge.

                           GREGORY (O.S.)
             Where is she? I haven’t eaten
             since yesterday.

                           FRANKIE
             We ate today. Hang on, I’ll get a
             locksmith.

Frankie rushes down.

Gregory’s MOANING intensifies.
                                                      20.

LATER

Frankie is back with a LOCKSMITH.

The Locksmith works on the lock. Chortles at the sounds
coming from the apartment.

                          FRANKIE
           I don’t appreciate you laugh. Be
           quick, willya.

                         LOCKSMITH
           I’m trying, I...

Frankie yanks the tool from Locksmith, pushes him aside.
Swiftly works the door. The door cracks open.


INT. GREGORY/FRANKIE’S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS

Frankie frantically searches the

KITCHEN

and the

BEDROOMS

for his grandmother.

Gregory drags behind all the way, so close that he bumps
into Frankie each time Frankie makes a turn.

The SOUND of running water comes from the bathroom.

                         GREGORY
           I haven’t eaten since yesterday.

Frankie pushes Gregory away, disappears into the
bathroom.

Emerges immediately, nauseated. Slowly drops to the
floor, devastated.

Gregory steps over him and walks into the bathroom.

                         GREGORY (O.S.)
           She’s been swimming for three
           hours now. She knows I’ve got to
           eat.

Frankie, still on the floor, WEEPS.

                         FRANKIE
           Shut up. Shut the fuck up.
                                                        21.

Locksmith walks in, glances into the bathroom. Takes his
cap off, crosses himself and exits, backwards. Then
almost runs out of the apartment.

                         LOCKSMITH
           Smells like gas. I’m sorry. Oh
           god...

BATHROOM

Irma lies in the bathtub, the water runs over her. Irma’s
body is slightly swollen. It looks like she has fallen
asleep, positioned on a side, with both hands under the
head. Her eyes closed, her face serene.

                         GREGORY (O.S.)
           I told her to stop hours ago.

Gregory strides down the hall into the

KITCHEN

He makes himself a sandwich.

The SOUND of running water stops.

Frankie appears in the kitchen, shaking, his hands wet.

                         FRANKIE
           She’s dead. The water is freezing.
           Fucking water heater. Fucking
           freaking water heater.

Gregory visibly enjoys his food. Frankie sinks into a
chair, watches Gregory eat.

                         FRANKIE
           I know you’re pretending now. You
           pretend most of the time. At least
           you could turn off the water.

Gregory gives Frankie a long stare, suddenly he is very
tired and very old. His hands and head start shaking.

He drops his sandwich. Tears roll down his cheeks.

                         GREGORY
           I couldn’t do it. I couldn't go
           close to her. She used to swim
           when she was young, she was a
           pretty good swimmer. I checked on
           her too late. Too late.

Frankie silently cries. Gregory pats him.
                                                        22.

                        GREGORY
          Too late.


INT. GREGORY/FRANKIE’S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - DAY

Clad in black people gathered to mourn Irma.

Gregory sits behind a table, next to him is Christine
along with several other women.

Mrs. Trumball is among the guests.

The coffin sits in a corner. Frankie stands next to it.

Four tall men walk in, lift the coffin, position it on
their shoulders and walk out. Frankie stalks behind.

Christine rushes after Frankie but Frankie signals to her
to stay with Gregory.

Gregory looks disconnected. He sees the coffin and
Frankie leave and rises.

He pushes Christine away as she encourages him to sit.
Growing fussy, he points at the guests.

In a loud voice:

                        GREGORY
          These people have been here for
          two hours already. What happened?

Christine diverts her eyes, shocked at the state of
oblivion he’s in.

HALL

Gregory’s niece and nephew are at the door, AMELI (30)
and YASHA (30). Gregory rushes to greet them.

                        GREGORY
          Frankie’s selling my furniture.
          Did you see them take it out? Just
          now. Wait till I tell Irma about
          this.

                        AMELI
          That’s the coffin. I thought you
          killed her, but Frankie says no.
          Listen, uncle, is Frankie staying?
          We know all about his dreams to
          leave you...

Angered, Gregory lifts his hand to slap her. Ameli ducks
down and he almost falls.
                                                     23.

                        GREGORY
          It’s none of your business.

                        YASHA
          We wanna help. What if Frankie
          decides to leave?

                        GREGORY
          I don’t need you, I can take care
          of myself. Not you, not your
          sister.

LIVING ROOM

There’s a commotion among the women in the living room.
Most of them cling to their purses, get up.

HALL

Few men approach Gregory, shake hands and leave.

                        MAN 1
          Sorry for your loss.

Gregory, reluctant to shake hands with anybody, rather
pushes the guests toward the exit.

                        GREGORY
          What do YOU care if she’s dead?
          You came here for my apartment.
          All of you.

Frankie walks in, whispers to guests. The guests nod and
quietly leave.

Gregory turns to Frankie, winks at him.

                        GREGORY
          You wanted to leave us? Asked Irma
          for money. Fat chance on the cash
          now, huh.

Gregory storms back into the

LIVING ROOM

It’s almost empty.

Christine helps Gregory sit down. He obeys, appreciative.
Pats her on the hand.

                        GREGORY
          Frankie doesn’t deserve you.

Eyes teary, she gets up to leave.
                                                      24.

Mrs. Trumball is the last one remaining. She approaches
Gregory.

                         MRS TRUMBALL
           Susan saw your Peter in Orlando.
           He works for a theme park...

She reads from a piece of paper:

                         MRS TRUMBALL
           The world of animals, Orlando.

Gregory stares at her excited. Fusses, seats her down.
Mrs. Trumball shoves the paper in Gregory’s hand.

                         GREGORY
           I’m sure he’s a leading man there.
           Manager!

Mrs. Trumball makes a cuckoo sign and rushes out.

HALL

Mrs. Trumball gives Frankie a consoling stroke on her way
out.

Frankie and Christine stand in a doorway. Frankie peers
into a stairway.

                          FRANKIE
           Hey Boris...

                         BORIS (O.S.)
           I’m almost there.

They hear Boris run up the stairs.

STAIRWAY

                         BORIS
           Your princess may come down now.

Christine walks out the door.

                         CHRISTINE
           My god, Frankie. At least today
           you could let it go...

Frankie heads inside.

HALL

It’s quiet in the house - all the guests have left.
                                                      25.

Frankie hears STEPS in the kitchen. It’s Yasha. His
estimating gaze wanders around the walls and the
furniture.

                        FRANKIE
          Everyone left. Grandpa and I have
          to bury grandmother, we can’t
          leave you here alone.

Gregory walks in. Smirks at Yasha.

                        YASHA
          How are you holding up uncle?

                        GREGORY
          Cut to the chase. Why you’re still
          here?

Yasha chuckles.

                        YASHA
          You’re not as delusional as they
          say.

                         GREGORY
          You bet.

                        YASHA
          Irma was my favorite aunt...

                        GREGORY
          She’s not your aunt. I’m your
          uncle by blood, she was my wife.

                         YASHA
          I need to know if Frankie will
          stay with you.

                         FRANKIE
          And why?

Yasha ignores Frankie.

                        YASHA
          Don’t hesitate to ask if you need
          any help, uncle.

Frankie springs to Yasha grabs him by the collar. Chin
hardened, through teeth:

                        FRANKIE
          You won’t ignore me. Ever. Got it
          pimp?

Yasha stares, uneasy but firm. Frankie lets go off him.
                                                        26.

                         YASHA
          If you go away like your dad
          there’s always a family member to
          stay with him.

                        GREGORY
          To inherit the apartment.

Gregory winks, he finds this conversation amusing.

                        YASHA
          That, I think, would only be fair.

                        GREGORY
          Let me guess, that family member
          is you?

                        FRANKIE
          That’s enough. We’ve got to get
          going.

Frankie pushes Yasha toward the door and out into the
stairway, SLAMS the door shut after him.

                          GREGORY
          You did good.

Frankie and Gregory put their jackets on and head out.


INT. BUILDING GARAGE - DAY

Gregory’s old car. The coffin is strapped to the top.

Gregory and Frankie get in. Frankie is in the driver’s
seat.

                        GREGORY
          I shouldah sold it. Then we’d have
          plenty of money to bury Irma
          properly.

Frankie reaches for Gregory’s seat belt. Gregory pushes
Frankie away, fastens the seat belt himself.

They take off.


EXT. JEWISH GRAVEYARD - DAY

Frankie and Gregory carefully lay the coffin into a
freshly dug hole.

Then, together, working with shovels, they bury it.
                                                        27.

Gregory pants, exhausted. He brings a shaky hand to his
heart...

Resumes digging.

Noticing, Frankie tries to yank the shovel away from him.
Holding on to the shovel, Gregory pushes Frankie away,
violently.

LATER

Their work is done.

Frankie crouches over the fresh pile of soil. Gregory
grabs some flowers from the neighboring grave, places
them on Irma’s.

Frankie blushes, reaches immediately for the flowers,
tosses them away.

                          FRANKIE
            She’ll have her own. Fresh ones.
            The marble stone too. I promise.

Gregory kneels down.

He weeps.

Finally he raises eyes at Frankie.

                          GREGORY
            Frankie, Irma would turn in her
            grave if you go. One of my nephews
            will come, pronounce me crazy and
            put me in a clinic to have the
            apartment for himself.

                          FRANKIE
            I’m staying. No need to rub it in.


INT. GREGORY/FRANKIE’S APARTMENT - NIGHT

FRANKIE’S BEDROOM

Frankie and Christine lay together, under blankets,
kissing.

Frankie pats Christine tenderly on a cheek. She kisses
the palm of his hand.

                          FRANKIE
            I agreed to stay.

He sighs, regretful.
                                                        28.

                        FRANKIE
          If we went south I’d work and
          study.

                        CHRISTINE
          I’m glad. I don’t even know if my
          folks would let me go with you.
          It’s just that my parents almost
          don’t want me to see you.

Christine reaches for a lamp, flicks it. Frankie rushes
over her to turn it off.

                        FRANKIE
          You’ll wake grandpa up.

Christine brings both hands to her mouth, alarmed.
Laughs.

GREGORY’S BEDROOM

Gregory lies in bed, under blankets, alert. The door to
his bedroom is wide open, he notices the light go on and
off.

Intrigued, he presses his ear against the adjacent wall.
As he listens, the expression on his face switches from
curious to naughty.

                        FRANKIE (O.S.)
          Parents? You’re old enough to
          decide for yourself.

Gregory gets up quietly.

FRANKIE’S BEDROOM

It is dark.

Something white appears in the door window. Christine and
Frankie notice.

The shadow becomes distinct as it moves closer to the
door. It is a naked Gregory, walking the rooms at night.

Gregory pounds on the door.

                           FRANKIE
          Shit.

                           GREGORY
          Irma, open.

Gregory tries the door - it’s locked. He pounds on it
some more, then disappears.
                                                        29.

Frankie sighs relieved. Christine giggles.

They turn to the door again as they hear the sound of key
churn in the keyhole. The door to the bedroom opens and
Gregory trudges in.

Naked. His arms akimbo:

                        GREGORY
          Irma, who is here with ya?

Gregory walks to Christine’s side and sits right on top
of her. Christine GIGGLES, dives under covers. Frankie
springs up.

                        GREGORY
          Oh, boy. I see the goodies.

Frankie slips into his pants hastily. Gregory scuds over
to the bottom of the bed.

                        GREGORY
          OK, have fun kids. Don’t mind
          me... Have you seen Irma?

                        FRANKIE
          Don’t play dumb, she’s dead.

                        GREGORY
          Oh, yeah. I forgot.

Frankie waits for Gregory to get up but Gregory looks
quite comfortable. He yawns, scratches his leg.

                        GREGORY
          It’s hard for me to go to sleep.
          How you doing, Christine?

                          FRANKIE
          You’re naked!

Gregory rushes to his room.

Christine peers out. Laughs.


EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD - DAY

Boris and Frankie stride toward Christine’s building.

                        BORIS
          Bobby is pissed off for the other
          day. They wanna meet today at six.
          At the factory.

Frankie nods.
                                                        30.

Four other friends wait for them around the corner.

Frankie and Boris approach, shake hands.

                        FRIEND 1
          Bobby and the gang wanna meet
          up...

Frankie’s chin hardens. Slowly, emphasizing every word:

                        FRANKIE
          You all have to keep quiet and...
          not show up.

The friends shake heads in disapproval, Frankie frowns.

                        FRANKIE
          I’m going alone.

                        BORIS
          You can’t possibly go alone.

                        FRANKIE
          Twenty Puerto Ricans against ten of
          us is no good. I started the fight,
          I’ll go talk to them. Relax, it’s not
          an Al Pacino movie or something.

Frankie and Boris walk away.


EXT. CHRISTINE/KLAUDIA’S BUILDING ENTRANCE - DAY

Klaudia exits. Frankie looks at her breathless for a
moment, turns away. Boris notices.

                        BORIS
          Bobby calls her tramp. You’re taken
          with her, ain’t ya?

                        FRANKIE
          I love my girlfriend you know
          that.


INT. CHRISTINE/KLAUDIA’S BUILDING - DAY

Boris and Frankie walk towards Christine’s apartment when
Christine shows up in the door.

Light on her feet, Christine trots happy toward them.

                        CHRISTINE
          Hey.

She gives Frankie a peck on the lips.
                                                     31.

                        CHRISTINE
          So who’ll chaperone today, you or
          Boris?

They turn towards the elevator.

                        FRANKIE
          Tomorrow Boris will take you to
          music. I can’t.

Christine pats Boris on the arm.

                        CHRISTINE
          You’re too good, you know that?


EXT. ABANDONED FACTORY - NIGHT

Clad in work overalls, Frankie walks toward Bobby’s gang.

HIDDEN CORNER

Marlo and SANDY (16), Bobby’s sister, kiss.

Marlo peeks at the gang, jerks away. She doesn’t let him,
GIGGLING playfully.

                          MARLO
          You must go.

She leaves reluctantly.

BACK TO SCENE

It’s twenty Puerto Ricans.

Marlo joins Bobby and Jeremy who stand in front.

Frankie approaches slowly. Stops at ten feet from them.

                        BOBBY
          Don’t tell me you’re alone. What’s
          it gonna be - we beat you, you die
          on us?

                        FRANKIE
          I’d appreciate one on one fight.

                        BOBBY
               (to others)
          Stay put. This motherfucker had it
          coming.

He jumps Frankie up.
                                                        32.

Frankie responds, rapidly striking a blow to the base of
Bobby’s chin.

They wrestle each other to the ground. Frankie gains the
momentum. On top of Bobby, Frankie bashes him repeatedly
in the face.

At that, Marlo jumps in, hammers Frankie from behind.

Frankie loses the moment. Bobbie strikes, plunging a fist
into Frankie’s eye.

Couple of more punches and together with Bobby they beat
Frankie up.

Frankie is on the floor. Bobby and Marlo finally let go
of him.

Jeremy approaches Marlo.

                        JEREMY
          You shouldn’t have jumped in. If
          they ain’t done you can’t go in.

                        BOBBY
          Right. Wait till I’m done with
          him.

                        MARLO
          That’s how you thank me.

                         JEREMY
                (almost to himself)
          We shoulda stopped basketball on
          time.

Bobby hears, spins towards Jeremy.

                        BOBBY
          Don’t do it Jeremy.

Bleary, Frankie gets up. Blood caking around his eye, he
smiles confident, not scared at all. He staggers toward
Puerto Ricans. Extends a hand for a shake.

                        FRANKIE
          Listen, let’s just call it even,
          huh? Nobody’s at fault. I’m
          beaten.

Bobby thinks... and grimly shakes hands with Frankie.
                                                     33.

INT. GREGORY/FRANKIE’S APARTMENT - HALL - DAY

Clad in a suit, Frankie peers in a mirror, sifts through
Irma’s make-up kit for a cosmetic powder. His face is
badly bruised.

Gregory walks in, so quietly that Frankie doesn’t notice.

Gregory observes Frankie, frowns.

                           GREGORY
          What happened?

                        FRANKIE
          You’ve trained yourself walk like
          a Native American.

                        GREGORY
          Don’t wanna talk, eh. Well, the
          blabber-mouth neighbors will tell
          me.

Gregory watches as Frankie applies make-up.

                        GREGORY
          Just don’t take the kit with you.
          You look weird enough.

He trudges away. Mumbles:

                           GREGORY
          Some fag.


INT. UNIVERSITY HALL - DAY

A busy secretary points to an open door of UNIVERSITY
ADVISOR, LINSY MILLER’s office, gesturing Frankie to go
inside. Frankie hesitates, knocks.

                        FRANKIE
          Frankie Rosenstein. You were
          expecting me.


INT. ADVISOR’S OFFICE - DAY

Frankie sits opposite Linsy. Linsy scans through
Frankie’s papers, slides them back to Frankie.

                        LINSY
          Matching the prices of Southern
          States is not standard. Sorry.
                                                        34.

                        FRANKIE
          But this is your university
          branch.

                        LINSY
          The cost of operating in New York
          is much higher.


INT. BANK OFFICE - DAY

Frankie sits next to a LOAN ADVISOR. The Loan Advisor
looks at the papers, shakes his head.

                        LOAN ADVISOR
          Most students have working parent
          to sign the loan form...

                        FRANKIE
          Well, there’s no working parent.
          All I have is myself. I’ll work
          and study...

The loan advisor just stares.


EXT. ANOTHER BANK - DAY

Frankie stares at the tall building of a bank, then steps
in, apprehensive.


INT. BANK OFFICE

Frankie talks to bank representative who extensively
shakes his head. Frankie walks out.


INT. GREGORY/FRANKIE’S APARTMENT - DAY

Dressed for work, Frankie steps into his grandfather’s

BEDROOM

                        FRANKIE
          I’m off to work, Okay.

Gregory urinates out the window.

Frankie is speechless for a moment.

Gregory glances at Frankie, GIGGLES. He WHISTLES a tune,
directing the flow of urine intact - up on high notes and
down on low.
                                                       35.

                        GREGORY
               (sotto)
          Italy. Dancing fountains.

                        FRANKIE
          You, old fart...

Frankie leaps forward. Pulls his grandpa away from the
window. Gregory LAUGHS as he wets Frankie all over.

Frankie is almost ready to hit Gregory but restrains
himself and just delivers a growl.

Gregory turns serious and sad at once. Tears stream down
his cheeks.

                        GREGORY
          I’m sorry. You’re right, it’s not
          Alzheimer’s, it’s my temper...it’s
          like there’s a worm in my chest,
          nibbling on my insides.

He pours his heart into his speech and Frankie listens.

                        GREGORY
          ...Let’s go find him. Listen, he
          may even come over and stay with
          me. Then you’ll be free. ...He’s
          always been a good kid, he doesn’t
          even know about Irma.

                        FRANKIE
          What about selling the goddamn
          apartment, help me get on my feet
          a little?

                        GREGORY
          I thought about it. I’ll sell it
          and split it between the two of
          you....My insurance pays for the
          clinic if I’m diagnosed right.
          ...I wanna see my boy.

Eyes sparkling with plea, Gregory pulls Frankie to his
chest. Frankie pushes Gregory away, coldly.

                        FRANKIE
          I’ve gotta go...We’ll see. I won’t
          lye - I do need the money.


EXT. JEWISH GRAVEYARD - DAY

Frankie lays a rose on Irma’s grave. Engraved on a marble
stone is IRMA ROSENSTEIN, BELOVED GRANDMOTHER AND WIFE.
                                                        36.

                        FRANKIE
          He drives me crazy, grandma. Just
          crazy.


INT. BOBBY’S APARTMENT - DAY

Bobby, sprawled on a sofa, watches baseball, clutching
the remote.

Sandy plunges close...

She scoots to Bobby, tries to snatch the remote from him.

                        SANDY
          Fuck your baseball.

                        BOBBY
          Hey, watch your language.

They grapple a bit, Bobby pushes her away and she
crumples to the floor, SCREAMING immediately.

                        SANDY
          That was easy, wasn’t it. You can
          do it to me, I’m younger.

                        BOBBY
          Shut up. Shut the fuck up.

Sandy, up on her feet:

                        SANDY
          Marlo dumped me yesterday. It’s
          all your fault, you pussy,
          couldn’t beat Frankie...

Bobby reaches for Sandy, catches her. She screams and
cries. He twists her arm, she gets away, bolts for a
bedroom, SLAMS the door shut, and locks it from the
inside.

                        BOBBY
          Crazy piece of shit you are,
          that’s why he dumped you.

                        SANDY (O.S.)
          You should know, you’re still
          fresh since Klaudia ditched your
          whiny ass.

Sandy BANGS on the door in deep hysteria.

Bobby leaves, SLAMS the apartment door.
                                                        37.

                        SANDY (O.S.)
          I’d show that Jew if I were you.


INT. BUS - DAY

Frankie and Gregory board. Gregory leans on a walking
stick, Frankie carries a bag.

Frankie pays the fare, moves forward, Gregory stalks
behind.

Gregory approaches the BUS DRIVER:

                        GREGORY
          This one goes to Orlando, Florida?

Full of attitude, The Bus Driver does not reply. Gregory
leans over to The Driver so close that he flinches.

                        GREGORY
          I said ‘this one goes to Florida’?

                          BUS DRIVER
          Listen Sir...

Frankie pulls Gregory by the arm.

                        FRANKIE
          Sorry about that.
               (to Gregory)
          We’ll have to change busses few
          times. Straight to Florida is too
          much money.

Gregory moves forward. There’s no empty row but few non-
taken seats here and there.

Gregory picks a seat next to a WOMAN, plumps down, so
close that she appears squeezed in her chair.

He plunges his walking stick in her toe... as if
accidentally.

                          WOMAN
          Excuse me.

She rises, looks for another seat.

Victorious, Gregory:

                        GREGORY
          That’s what you do on a bus for
          good seats.

Frankie walks past The Woman.
                                                        38.

                          FRANKIE
            He’s really old.

She nods.

                          GREGORY
            I’m good enough to remarry.
            Everything still works!

People on the bus LAUGH.

Frankie shoves the bag in the luggage compartment and
sits next to his grandpa.

Gregory looks pleased:

                           GREGORY
            It’s gonna be a fun ride. Hey,
            anyone here in early fifties?
            Handsome middle aged Jew is back
            on the market.

He gets up, heads towards the restroom. Winks at women on
the way.

                          GREGORY
            I’ll be in the restroom if you
            know what I mean.

Frankie rolls his eyes, rubs his forehead.


INT. CHRISTINE’S APARTMENT - DAY

Christine opens the apartment door, a trash bag in her
hands.

She winces, holds her nose.

                          CHRISTINE
            Whoa. Smells like shit.

BUILDING HALLWAY

She dumps the trash into a garbage chute, walks back
inside. Snaps the door open wider...and her hand slides
on something slimy.

She looks up and screams - the door is covered in shit.
Ready to puke she brings the hand to her mouth
accidentally...spreading the shit all over her face.

Disgusted, she pants and screams and cries. Dashes into
the--

APARTMENT HALL
                                                        39.

Throws up and bursts into complete hysteria.

Sandy appears on the stairway, peeks through the open
door. LAUGHS.

BATHROOM

Crying, Christine washes her face vigorously with soap.
Continues throwing up.

                         SANDY (O.S.)
           Tell your idiot boyfriend I did
           it, Okay?

APARTMENT HALL

Her mother/Martha scrubs the shit off the door
vigorously.

Christine rushes to the telephone, dials.

Sobbing:

                         CHRISTINE
           Boris? Hi. I wanna meet up.
           Urgent. Can you come over? You’re
           nice, so nice. And sweet.

She slides down the wall to the floor.

                         MARTHA
           It’s all Frankie. Everyone hates him.
           Keep away from him, I’m telling ya...


EXT. RENT-A-CAR PARKING LOT - DAY

Frankie and Gregory walk about, look for the rented
vehicle. Frankie checks a Rent-A-Car paper for the plate.

                         GREGORY
           Do we have to rent a car at all?

                         FRANKIE
           Yea, we do, it’s not New York.

Stops next to the shabbiest sedan on the lot:

                            FRANKIE
           It’s this one.


EXT. ORLANDO - RAMADA INN - DAY

Gregory is at the pool, fully dressed, enjoying the sun.
                                                        40.

Frankie approaches.

                        FRANKIE
          Park gets too crowded toward
          lunch.

                           GREGORY
          Is it free?

                        FRANKIE
          You wish. It’s fifty bucks. Per
          person.

Frankie produces a couple fifty dollar bills.

                        FRANKIE
          This barely covers one day - all we
          have till the month end. Grandma’s
          stone... I spent all of my savings
          on it.

                        GREGORY
          Let’s go. One day might be enough.

Gregory gets up. They head towards the rented car.

NEAR THE CAR

Gregory heads for the driver’s seat. Frankie pushes him
aside.

                        FRANKIE
          You’re past that age. Come on.

Gregory obeys.

They take off.


EXT. PARK ENTRANCE - DAY

Gregory and Frankie wait in one of the long lines to the
park.

Gregory and Frankie’s turn approach. They hold their
tickets ready.

Gregory tries to insert his ticket in the checking
slot...the wrong way. The machine rejects the ticket.

A uniformed man at the entrance heaves a sigh.

Gregory bangs on the machine frustrated. Glancing at the
man:
                                                       41.

                         GREGORY
           I’m not here for your stupid park,
           I’m looking for my son. He’s got
           to be somewhere around.

The man shoots Frankie a puzzled look.

THE PARK

Dazzling attraction park. Very much Disney-like.

Crowded.

Gregory looks around, fascinated.

                         GREGORY
           Irma always wanted to bring you
           here.

Frankie pushes Gregory forward.

                         FRANKIE
           We got no time for the park, okay.
           Let’s find him and get it over
           with.

PARK / DINOSAUR LAND

Gregory and Frankie push past the crowds, search for
Peter.

They approach every man in a park uniform, stare them in
the face, then signal ‘no’ to each other and move on to
the next one.

Frankie - unobtrusively and Gregory - pretty obtrusively.

Gregory checks out a couple of uniformed women. Frankie
notices:

                         FRANKIE
           We ain’t got no time for this. Not
           now.

                         GREGORY
           What if Peter turned into one of
           them...you know...transsexuals and
           embarrassed to come back?

                         FRANKIE
           Bullshit. That would redeem him in
           my eyes, but that’s not the case.

Gregory holds a picture of a young Peter. He approaches
uniformed people with it.
                                                       42.

                        GREGORY
          Peter. Peter Rosenstein.

They ponder, shake their heads again and again. Some
flinch, walk away.

PARK / FOUNTAIN

Rail encircled.

Finally Gregory is tired. He leans against the railing,
finds a bench, crushes on it. Closes eyes in complete
devastation.

Frankie rummages in Gregory’s shirt pocket for a
medicine. Produces various but none of what Gregory
needs.

                        GREGORY
          Sedalin. I’m sure I’ve brought it
          with me.

Something akin to pity registers on Frankie’s face.

                         FRANKIE
          Hey, you know, I was wrong. Let’s
          take it easy, huh? Let’s enjoy the
          park, do rides, huh? Just a
          couple. Grandma always wanted to
          come here, said so yourself. Let’s
          do it for her.

PARK / RIDES SECTION

Frankie and Gregory ride a little kids roller coaster.
Gregory’s toothless mouth is wide open from excitement.

LATER

They approach the boat ride attraction that reads ‘THE
WILD RIVER BOAT ADVENTURE’.

Frankie and Gregory take place in line which seems quite
long.

Gregory’s eyes gleam excited, as if he noticed Peter. He
cocks up his head to see better. Fusses, sizing the line
in front of them.

It’s their turn to mount one of the boats. Gregory moves
back in line.

Frankie drags behind.
                                                        43.

                        FRANKIE
          What came into you? Scared of
          water or something?

                        GREGORY
          Shut up. I think I saw him, he’s a
          boat driver. He hasn’t loaded yet,
          we must get on his boat.

People grouch, annoyed as Gregory pushes them aside to
move behind in line.

                        FRANKIE
          We’re very sorry.

LATER

It’s their turn to board again. Each boat seats about 20
people. There’s one guide per boat.

Their GUIDE (50) is an aged replica of the man on
Gregory’s picture and the portrait seen earlier in Irma’s
kitchen.

                           FRANKIE
          Him?

Gregory SHUSHES Frankie.

He lets the guide help him mount the boat and Gregory
takes a seat closest to the guide.

                        GUIDE
               (heavy Cuban accent)
          This is the closest you get to the
          water. You sure you don’t wanna
          move to the middle?

Gregory just shakes his head. Stares at The Guide with
adoration.

The Guide starts steering, they take off. He flicks his
mic:

                        GUIDE
          Good afternoon. I’m your guide for
          this ride. The wildest boat ride
          of your life. Embrace yourselves
          as it’s gonna get scary. Also...we
          may not be back...like never. This
          is no joke, so beware.

Everyone laughs, except for Frankie. Gregory ROARS, the
loudest.
                                                      44.

                        FRANKIE
               (to guide)
          Have you been working here for a
          long time?

People on the boat stare in disapproval.

                        GUIDE
          I must say I can’t remember. I was
          struck with amnesia last year,
          suffering from alligator’s attack
          after one of the rides.

Everyone LAUGHS.

                         GUIDE
          True story.

Frankie smirks.

                         FRANKIE
          Cool accent.

They pass animated imitations of various animals.

Gregory misses the panorama, staring at the Guide.

                        GUIDE
          There’s a herd of elephants on
          your left having their morning
          shower. Hmm, at this hour? On your
          right are hippos... followed by
          Giraffes.

They pass by the plastic anaconda hanging on the trees
along the shore.

                        GUIDE
          Uh-huh, anaconda. Whew, good she
          hasn’t seen us.

Gregory notices nothing. His eyes glued to his son.

LATER

The boat docks at the exit station.

                        GUIDE
          There we go. You were my
          best...most recent passengers.

Everybody GIGGLE, all except Frankie.

Gregory exits. Others follow him out the boat.
                                                        45.

As Gregory is out, he meddles. The disembarking
passengers grouch, stuck behind him.

                        GUIDE
          Come on, grandpa. Move along,
          chop, chop.

Gregory shakes his head, holds onto his heart, squints at
the guide. His and The Guide’s eyes lock and...The Guide
coldly diverts his eyes.

A flow of passengers disembarking another boat blocks The
Guide from Gregory.

In a minute the boat and Gregory’s favorite guide are
lost for Gregory. He turns pale.

Frankie notices.

                        FRANKIE
          Hey, what’s the matter?

                        GREGORY
          It’s your father, Frankie. He
          tried to bullshit me with the
          accent... Twenty years have passed
          and he hasn’t changed a bit.

Gregory looks around some more, trying to locate Peter.

They plunge on a bench near the attraction.

Gregory extends his tired legs. People pass by,
negligently step on Gregory’s feet at times.

Gregory GROWLS, aims at their feet with the walking
stick.

Frankie jerks the stick away from Gregory.

                        GREGORY
          Let’s do it again, I’ll talk to
          him this time, I promise.

Frankie glances at the long line to THE WILD BOAT RIDE.

The waiting time indicates ‘45 minutes’.

Gregory staggers up, pulls Frankie back.

They trot to the end of the line.

LATER

Gregory and Frankie stand close to decking area.
                                                        46.

And as before, when it’s their turn to board, Gregory
moves back in line, dragging Frankie with him, longing to
see Peter on one of the boats.

The boats take off, the new ones arrive. The smiling
guides talk to passengers, helping them to and off the
boats, but none of them is Peter.

Gregory changes his place in line again and again.

Growing impatient, whines loudly:

                        GREGORY
          Where are you, a pig of a son,
          managed to get away from us, huh,
          motherfucker...

People around fuss, some grab their kids, press hands
against their ears.

Relentless, Gregory approaches a PARK SECURITY OFFICER.

                        GREGORY
          Where’s the tall one, with dark
          hair?

                        PARK SECURITY OFFICER
          Excuse me? Who’s the tall one?

                        FRANKIE
          We took a ride a while ago. My
          grandpa needs to find the same
          guide.

The PARK SECURITY OFFICER gives Frankie a scrutinizing
look.

                        FRANKIE
          We’ve got a good reason, I
          promise.

Gregory turns to disembarking passengers.

                        GREGORY
          Have you seen a tall dark-haired
          guide, male, looks like me?

The passengers show no compassion.

Greogory grabs someone’s sleeve, the passenger shakes him
off and gets away.

The Park Security Officer motions for Gregory to follow
him.
                                                       47.

                        PARK SECURITY OFFICER
          Would you step aside please, lemme
          try to help you.

Gregory turns to Frankie.

                        FRANKIE
          Let’s follow him. He’ll check his
          schedule.

The Park Security Officer leads them behind the wall
marked

EMPLOYEES ONLY

Cregory, Frankie and The Park Security Officer wait for
an employee who scans through the books.

Finally, the employee finds THE WORK SCHEDULE.

                        PARK SECURITY OFFICER
          What’s the last name?

                        GREGORY
          Rosenstein.

                        PARK SECURITY OFFICER
          If he’s a temp, or a transfer from
          another park we won’t be able to
          locate him at all.

                        GREGORY
          I beg of you, tell me what we do.
          What we do?

Gregory pulls the picture out of his pocket, slides it to
the Park Security Officer. His hands and head shake
intensely.

The Park Security Officer glances at it, returns the
picture to Frankie.

                        PARK SECURITY OFFICER
          I can’t work with this - it’s a
          dated picture. Can’t say I
          recognize this man. There’s a good
          chance he’ll be here tomorrow.

                        GREGORY
               (screaming)
          We have no money for tomorrow. No
          money, capiche?

Firmly but gently Frankie pushes Gregory out.

To The Park Security Officer:
                                                     48.

                        FRANKIE
          We’ll help ourselves out.

Obedient and weak all of the sudden, Gregory trudges out,
leaning on Frankie. He sobs.

                        FRANKIE
          Hold up, old man. We’ll find him.

Park Security Officer hastens after them:

                        PARK SECURITY OFFICER
          Wait. Do you need an escort or a
          nurse, maybe?

Frankie shakes his head.


EXT. PARK - DAY

SERIES OF SHOTS

Gregory searches among the workers who operate various
rides. Approaches them and leans to them so close that
they flinch and swear.

Cregory chases after a worker, hollering ‘Peter’. The
worker walks away fast. Frankie rushes for Gregory, stops
him.

Gregory cuts another attraction line. The queuing people
complain. Gregory almost fights them to keep his place in
front. Frankie apologizes.


EXT. PARK - DAY

Exhausted, Gregory and Frankie head towards the ‘GUEST
SERVICES’.


INT. PARK - GUEST SERVICES - DAY

Few shoppers are at a souvenir stand.

A GUEST HELPER at the counter assists a shopper.

Gregory waits on a bench while Frankie stands in line for
The Guest Helper.

                        GUEST HELPER
          How may I help you?

Gregory rushes towards Frankie, pushes him aside.
                                                        49.

                        GREGORY
          I’ll do the talking.

He produces Peter’s picture which he cleverly ‘pocketed’
on his chest under his shirt.

Customers GIGGLE.

The guest helper rolls her eyes, arrogant.

                        GREGORY
          This is my son Peter. He left us,
          me, my wife and his son sixteen
          years ago. This is his son.

Gregory’s hand lands on Frankie’s shoulder - he pulls
Frankie to his chest and plants a wet kiss on his
forehead.

Frankie shakes him off, annoyed.

                        GREGORY
          I saw Peter today, then lost him
          again. Tell me if he’s here now,
          please.

The Guest Helper examines the picture, taps on her
keyboard.

She scrolls employee profiles many of which come with a
picture. Spots an employee fairly resembling Peter, flips
the monitor to Gregory.

Gregory touches the picture on the computer.

                        GUEST HELPER
          Peter Galvani. He must have left
          the park. We open at nine a.m.
          Tomorrow, he’s gonna be in section
          A...

Gregory is suddenly furious.

                        GREGORY
          Don’t you know we have no money
          for tomorrow.

He spins to Frankie:

                        GREGORY
          Changed the family name. My name.

The guest helper blinks, indifferent.
                                                        50.

                        FRANKIE
          Could we get a credit for today?
          We didn’t do any of the rides.

                        GUEST HELPER
               (coldly)
          You have to purchase the tickets.

The expression on The Guest Helper’s face tells it all.

Gregory sprints up just as a young man would. Scowls at
The Guest Helper:

                        GREGORY
          I haven’t enjoyed the park yet. We
          paid fifty bucks each, could’ve
          done some rides.
               (to Frankie)
          Come on.

Gregory dashes out. Frankie walks out after him.


EXT. PARK - NIGHT

Frankie consults the park map.

                         FRANKIE
          It’s almost six. The park closes
          at six thirty.

Gregory finds a place to sit, plops down, tired and pale.

                        GREGORY
          Go get us some ice-cream, willyah.
          Please. I may faint, I’m that
          hungry. Maybe we should forget all
          about Peter if that’s what he
          wants. May as well catch a bus
          home today.

Frankie scrutinizes Gregory - Gregory sounds sincere.

He spots an ice-cream booth and rushes to it, rummages in
his pocket for some change.

                        FRANKIE
          Two ice-cream sandwiches.

With ice-creams in hand, he strides back. But there’s no
Gregory. Suspicious, he looks around. Grows anxious.

There’s a sculpture on a pedestal close by, he hastens to
it, in one leap mounts on.
                                                        51.

Looks around from up there - no sign of Gregory, just the
crowded streets of the park.

He leaps down, runs in some direction.

Then in another, bumps into people, mouths his apologies.

Gregory is nowhere in sight.

Frankie retrieves the park map, locates the WILD RIVER
BOAT RIDE and hurries in that direction.


EXT. PARK - NIGHT

FRANKIE

It’s getting dark. There are less people in the park.
People buzz busily on the way out.

Frankie scans the area - most attractions are closed.
People flee exit doors and disperse.

Frankie finds a place to sit. He can see the WILD BOAT
RIDE CLOSED FOR THE EVENING from where he’s located.

His eye catches EMPLOYEES ONLY sign.

The SOUNDS of buzzing people subside.

                        ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
          The park will be officially closed
          in fifteen minutes. We will resume
          park activities tomorrow at nine
          a.m. Thank you for visiting The
          World of Animals.


EXT. NEAR WILD BOAT ATTRACTION PREMISES - NIGHT

GREGORY

A brick wall separates the premises from common grounds.

Gregory pushes past the crowd, scrambles around the
attraction. Tries a couple EMPLOYEES ONLY doors.

Notices an EMPLOYEES ONLY corridor, shuffles in.


EXT. WILD BOAT ATTRACTION PREMISES - NIGHT

Frankie sneaks behind the EMPLOYEES ONLY opening in a
wall.
                                                        52.

He walks past an electrical booth. Careful enough not to
get caught.

The path takes him to an open space.

EMPLOYEES ONLY signs everywhere.

A turnstile on the way. Frankie gets to the other side in
one swift hop.

It’s very dark. The NOISES of the park completely wear
off.


EXT. WILD BOAT ATTRACTION PREMISES - NIGHT

Gregory hides in the bushes, knees to his chest. Pants,
gets up, stretches crackling joints.

There’s no one around. Pitch black and very quiet.

He shivers from cold... and excitement.


EXT. WILD BOAT ATTRACTION PREMISES - NIGHT

Frankie moves through the bushes.


EXT. AROUND WILDBOAT ATTRACTION PREMISES - NIGHT

A SECURITY OFFICER shines his flashlight here and there,
scopes the area.

Sees no one.


EXT. WILD BOAT ATTRACTION PREMISES - NIGHT

Frankie notices the flashlight and clings to the ground.

He waits for The Security Officer to disappear, then
springs up.


EXT. WILD BOAT ATTRACTION PREMISES - NIGHT

Gregory notices the flickering light, cowers onto the
ground in fear. Hurries away.

Pummels along the river, through the tree branches,
stumbles on tree roots and falls.

Scared, wipes the sweat off his brow.

A small animal runs past him.
                                                        53.

--which scares the hell out of Gregory.

He sprints up and jumps into the water as if to evade
imaginary enemies.

Walks backwards in the water.

His back hits an object and he can’t know what it is just
yet.

He turns around.

The plastic anaconda stares at him with its yellow eye.

Gregory whimpers, breathes. Peers in the shiny yellow
glass eye for a moment.

A breeze moves a snake’s neck joint. Gregory
SCREAMS...and dives.

Thrashes his arms, and stumbles across the hippo.

The massive hippo looks almost real in the dark.
Terrified Gregory SCREAMS.


EXT. WILD BOAT ATTRACTION PREMISES - NIGHT

Frankie hears the screaming, rushes toward it, jumps into
the water and fishes senseless Gregory out.

There’s a flashlight moving at them fast. Frankie lifts
his head, squinting at the light.

The Security Officer with the flashlight runs toward
Gregory as Frankie tries to pump the water out of his
grandpa.

                        SECURITY OFFICER
               (heavy Cuban accent)
          Hey you, don’t even think of
          running away.

                        FRANKIE
          Relax man, my old man’s in
          trouble.

Frankie bends for the CPR when Gregory opens his eyes.

                        GREGORY
          Hey you, fagot, this mouth is in
          grave with Irma, don’t you forget
          that.

Frankie heaves a sigh of relieve.
                                                       54.

                        FRANKIE
          He’s back for sure. Good things
          never happen to me.

The Security Guard laughs.

                        SECURITY OFFICER
          Listen, I still have to report
          you.

                        FRANKIE
          Do what you gotta do.

Frankie gets up and helps his grandfather on his feet.

They follow the Security Officer who leads them out of
the Wild River Boat premises.

Gregory pats Frankie’s hand.

                        GREGORY
          Thank you. I thought you would
          leave.

                         FRANKIE
          No, not until we talk to your son.
          We had a deal.


INT. SECURITY ROOM - NIGHT

Gregory, covered with a few towels, sits across from a
CHIEF SECURITY OFFICER / CHIEF.

The picture of Peter is on the Chief’s desk.

The Security Officer idles in a corner, standing up.

Frankie walks to and fro.

Gregory pounds on the picture.

                        GREGORY
          I need to know why he doesn’t want
          to see me. What have I done to
          him? ...I had to stay in the park,
          we don’t have another hundred to
          enter the park again...

Sleepy Chief glances at the Security Officer in
bewilderment.

                        CHIEF
          Sometimes it’s better just to let
          them walk out...Never mind.
                        (MORE)
                                                     55.
                        CHIEF (CONT'D)
          Do we have the pictures of all the
          park employees?

                        GREGORY
          You do. The name is Galvani...now.
          He changed it. God knows why.

The Chief lifts a phone receiver, dials.

                        CHIEF
          Hey, Mike here. I need the time
          schedule for Peter Galvani,
          please. Send it over. Thanks.

He hangs up, reaches for a desk drawer. Pulls out four
tickets. Hands two to Gregory.

                        CHIEF
          These are for tomorrow.

Hands Gregory the other two:

                         CHIEF
          Two more, just in case you miss
          your Peter again or...if he’s
          transferred - to another park - he
          very well might, etcetera. Here’s
          my number... we don’t want you
          hang out in our wild river no
          more, alright?

                        GREGORY
          How may I thank you?

                        CHIEF
          Go get some rest.

Gregory hands Frankie the tickets. Frankie stares at them
- a thought crosses his mind:

                        FRANKIE
          Why don’t you design a sorta
          special ticket that would allow
          see several parks in one day.

The Chief squints, thinks. Shoots the Security Officer a
look. The Officer shrugs his shoulders, very much
indifferent about the idea.

                        CHIEF
          That’s why we don’t have this
          special ticket. For the attitude
          of those like you.

The Chief’s eyes sparkle with interest:
                                                     56.

                        CHIEF
          That’s a good thought. Really
          good. I may suggest it further up.
          Though there’s no way to know if
          people would go for it.

                        FRANKIE
          That’s easy - go ask the customer.

                        CHIEF
          You mean, ask the customer? Like
          who...how?

                        FRANKIE
          Put few questions together, ask
          people at the entrance tomorrow.

The Chief rises, pulls a chair for Frankie.

                        CHIEF
          Could you draft just a few for me?
          Now?

Frankie sits down, thinks, writes.

The Chief peeks.

INSERT THE QUESTIONNAIRE: 1. Have you ever wanted to
visit two parks on the same day? 2. Would you pay more..

                        FRANKIE
          The key is not to have too many
          questions, just a few. This way
          they’ll care to answer.

The Officer yarns impatient but the Chief signals to stay
quiet.

Gregory gives Frankie a proud peck on the head.

                         GREGORY
          My grandson!


EXT. THE PARK ENTRANCE - DAY

Gregory sits on a bench, keeping an eye on the entrance.

Frankie, clad in a park employee wear, holds a pack of
tickets with ‘PARK HOPPER OPTION’ written on them.

People line up interested as Frankie declares:
                                                     57.

                        FRANKIE
          There’s a possibility to visit two
          parks on a same day if you pay
          extra... not a fifty but fifteen
          to twenty extra. This is just a
          research, please fill out the
          questionnaire...

People grab the questionnaire and fill it out.

Many express interest. A man who fills out the
questionnaire exclaims his answers:

                        MAN 1
          Will I be willing to pay more?
          Yessir! With one weekend to spare,
          sure I’d do what you call it...
          yeah, park hop-per.

He marks ‘yes’ for this and other questions. The others
circles their ‘yes’s’ too.

Gregory continues watching an EMPLOYEE ENTRANCE aisle.

Finally he spots Peter who--

--appears, scans his employee ID card and passes through.

Frankie spots Peter too. He distributes the rest of the
survey papers and sits next to Gregory.

                        FRANKIE
          Ain’t gonna run after him?

Gregory shakes his head.

                         GREGORY
          We’ve got his schedule. Might as
          well follow him after work, see
          where he goes.

Frankie stares in disbelief.

                        GREGORY
          What do I do if you disappear on
          me... I have to hold on to you.

                        FRANKIE
          Why would I disappear?

                        GREGORY
          Why did he disappear sixteen years
          ago?

Those turn filled questionnaires in gradually.
                                                     58.

EXT. PARK ENTRANCE - NIGHT

Gregory and Frankie are at the exit, watching Peter leave
the park and head toward the--

PARKING LOT

Frankie hurries towards their car.

Gregory follows Peter.

Frankie keeps Gregory in sight.

Peter starts the engine.

Frankie drives by Gregory, who’s been waiting for Frankie
at a curb.

Gregory slides inside. They follow Peter.


EXT. ORLANDO - DAY

Almost empty, just few customers here and there.

Peter is on a bar stool, sipping whiskey and watching a
TV game when Gregory and Frankie walk in.

Peter notices. Salutes them.

                           PETER
             My, my, here they are. My
             stalkers. Loving dad...and I don’t
             know who. Or wait...Frankie?

He laughs.

Frankie sprints to Peter and throws a punch at him. And
another punch. Peter does nothing to defend himself,
laughing even louder.

Couple of guys at the bar hustle in. Take Frankie of off
Peter.

Gregory holds Frankie by the shoulders.

                           GREGORY
             Please, Frankie. Please.

Frankie shakes him off.

                           FRANKIE
             I’m sick of you...and him.

Fuming, he steps to the side.
                                                        59.

Peter turns to Gregory. Sarcastically:

                        PETER
          Did you come to take me home? Have
          I been a bad boy?

Peter laughs at his own wit.

Gregory sits next to him, his trembling hand on Peter’s
shoulder. Turns to a BARTENDER, gestures for a drink.

                        PETER
          Uhhh... Classy.

Frankie watches--


INT. GREGORY’S APARTMENT - KITCHEN - FLASHBACK

Irma bustles about. Four year old Frankie, in a high
chair by the window, plays with his food.

Much younger Peter works on a bottle of vodka, swinging a
shot after shot.

Gregory plops down next to Peter. Peter fills up a glass
for him, but Gregory refuses. Peter rises to leave,
Gregory holds him by a sleeve.

                        GREGORY
          Where’ you going, huh?

There’s a knock on the door. Irma rushes to the hall.

A young woman, Frankie’s mother, JULIA, disheveled in
appearance, storms in, walks straight to Frankie. Irma
hurries behind.

                        JULIA
          I’m taking him. It’s my child...

                         IRMA
          No, you won’t. Where have you been
          up until last month? He doesn’t
          even know you.

Julia pulls Frankie out of his chair. Reluctant, Frankie
cries.

                        GREGORY
          Don’t you dare. We’ll get
          restraining order against you.

                        PETER
          Hey, don’t talk to her like that.
                                                       60.

                        GREGORY
          You can’t dump a child on us then
          claim him back. Know what, you two
          deserve each other, a couple of
          alcoholics...

He twists Julia’s arm, drags her out of the kitchen and
into the--

HALL

Pushes her out, slams the door behind.

He grins as she WEEPS behind the closed door.

                        GREGORY
          Serves you right. Give up your
          child like that...

Gregory strides back to the--

KITCHEN

                        PETER
          If I had money I’d study, become
          somebody...

                        GREGORY
          Who are you kidding, you don’t
          have the grades for a college. And
          tell her to never come here again,
          willya.

Peter springs to his feet. Smacks the bottle off the
table.

The bottle hits the kitchen window. The window breaks,
spraying shards of glass in and out of the apartment. A
chip scars Frankie’s forehead.

Blood pours out of it. Irma screams, rushes for a towel,
hurries to wailing Frankie. Consoles, tends to the wound.

HALL

Raving, Peter grapples with Gregory who tries to thrash
Peter out the door, in whimpering Julia’s arms.

                        PETER
          Damn you, you’re no dad material.

                        LITTLE FRANKIE (O.S.)
          Daddy, don’t go.
                                                       61.

INT. BAR - CONTINUOUS

Frankie daydreams as Gregory and Peter reason:

                        GREGORY
          Listen, Peter...

                        PETER
          I’m all ears. As soon as I saw
          your dorky face on the boat I knew
          I’ll have to listen.
               (to Frankie)
          Shouldn’t you be in bed?

                        GREGORY
          Twenty years since the girl you
          treated like shit brought ’im to
          us. Time flies, huh.

Tears show in the corners of Gregory’s eyes.

                        GREGORY
          It’s not our fault she’s left you,
          you didn’t treat her good. We
          raised your boy, don’t we get
          credit for that?

Frankie punches a wall, storms towards the exit. The
bartender glares:

                        BARTENDER
          Hey, let’s keep it quiet, huh?

Peter’s lips curled into a snarl:

                        PETER
          Hey dad, you realize he visualizes
          your head when he hits walls like
          that?

                        GREGORY
          Somehow he never aimed at my
          head...He’s a good kid.

Hands trembling, Gregory pulls out a few letters out of
his pocket.

                        GREGORY
          Look at the dates. Four letters
          first year, what happened after
          that? ...we love you, you’re our
          son, don’t forget that.

Frankie steps back into the bar.
                                                     62.

                        FRANKIE
          Grandpa, are you for real? He
          doesn’t care!

Gregory signals to Frankie to come close. Frankie doesn’t
move.

Gregory rushes to Frankie. When at an arm reach, Gregory
pulls Frankie to his chest.

Frankie shakes Gregory off.

Gregory hurries back to Peter fussily.

                        PETER
          You getting old, that’s why you
          need me now. I wouldn’t want my
          children to care for me when I’m
          old. In fact, I wish I die young
          so I’m not a burden, like you and
          the hag...

                        GREGORY
          The hag? What hag?

                        PETER
          How many hags are there? Mom.
               (sarcastically)
          She’s not bad actually, send her
          my love.

                        GREGORY
          Who’s bad? I’m bad?

                        FRANKIE
               (to Peter)
          Shut up, you fucker. Your
          mother.... I never get why she
          loves you... Grandpa, let’s go,
          it’s no use.

                        PETER
               (to Gregory)
          No, you’re not bad. Listen, my
          daughter is waiting for me at
          home. I’ll go home, give her a
          kiss...

                           GREGORY
          Your daughter?

                        PETER
          ...her mother will give me a kiss,
          serve me dinner.
                        (MORE)
                                                        63.
                        PETER (CONT'D)
          But one day this girl will grow up
          and I’ll give her space. If she
          leaves one day I’d not go look for
          her.

                        GREGORY
          A wife and a daughter... My
          granddaughter... the granddaughter
          I’ve never seen. Irma? Irma
          doesn’t know?

                        PETER
          No, she doesn’t. Try not to tell
          her, if she comes here she’ll go
          back with nothing...just like you
          now.

Frankie spits, scornful.

                        GREGORY
          Irma never knew. Irma, my poor
          Irma...

Gregory rises, devastated, shaking, eyes open wild in
disbelief.

                        FRANKIE
               (to Peter)
          I was right all along about you.
               (to Gregory)
          Grandma’s waiting. Let’s go.

Shaky, Gregory trudges away. Scrambles toward the exit.
Holds on to Frankie.

And shoulder to shoulder they stalk out.

Peter finishes his whisky, as impartial as ever.


EXT. STREETS OF ORLANDO - NIGHT

Frankie and Gregory walk slowly, Frankie holds Gregory by
the arm.

                        GREGORY
          Well...Irma can rest in peace now.
          I saw him and he’s alright...He
          doesn’t need to know about her, it
          won’t change anything for him...

Tears stroll down Gregory’s cheeks.

He spots a bench, sits. Frankie sits next to him. Both
downbeat.
                                                     64.

                        GREGORY
          Call Christine today. You don’t
          treat her good.

                        FRANKIE
          Don’t stretch it. I don’t need to
          be advised.

Gregory gets up, they walk towards the car.


INT. HOTEL LOBBY - NIGHT

A couple with three restless kids check in.

Frankie pulls out two unused park tickets, hands them to
Gregory. Points at the couple.

                        FRANKIE
          Wanna give them these? We don’t
          have a use for them anymore.

Gregory nods, grabs the tickets. Stares at the couple,
fidgets.

Frankie heads to their room.

Gregory gazes and as soon as Frankie rounds a corner he
pockets the tickets.

Rushes after Frankie.


INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT

Gregory, in bed, growls, bangs on a wall.

                         FRANKIE
          Be quiet. The hotel people ain’t
          ready for you.

Frankie sits on his bed, dials.

Gregory calms down, slides under a blanket, gibbers to
himself.

                        FRANKIE
          We need to leave early morning.

Gregory flashes two park tickets at Frankie.

                        GREGORY
          Those people can afford them. We
          can’t. Let’s celebrate, let’s go
          to a park, some other park...
                                                        65.

                        FRANKIE
          Celebrate what?

Christine is on the line.

                        CHRISTINE (V.O.)
          Hello?


INT. CHRISTINE’S APARTMENT - CHRISTINE’S ROOM - NIGHT

Christine sits on a bed, next to Boris. Just as if they
were a couple.

INTERCUT BETWEEN FRANKIE AND CHRISTINE

                        FRANKIE
          Christine, hi. ...Can’t talk a
          lot, but...I miss you.

Christine is silent.

                        FRANKIE
          Christine? ...Everything’s
          alright?

                        CHRISTINE
          Yeah, everything’s fine. I...I had
          to go out this evening, Frankie--

                        FRANKIE
          It’s fine. I’ve been an idiot. So
          you know, I didn’t let you out for
          a reason, I was scared for you...

                        CHRISTINE
          I’ve been out with Boris.

Frankie winces, glum and...suspicious.

Dead silence.

                        FRANKIE
          So what? Boris is my friend, it
          should be fine, I suppose...

                        CHRISTINE
          It’s not fine, Frankie... My
          parents don’t let me see you. We
          can’t be together anymore. Don’t
          say ‘don’t listen to them cuz I
          do...

Frankie slams the receiver, mad.

His gaze slides over Gregory:
                                                        66.

                        FRANKIE
          Yeah...celebrate. Let’s celebrate,
          let’s go to a park tomorrow...

Frankie lies down. Then sits up. Dials again.

The phone returns busy.


INT. CHRISTINE’S APARTMENT - CHRISTINE’S ROOM - NIGHT

Boris backtracks the number of Frankie’s hotel.

Shuffles nervously.

Starts dialing, then hangs up.

Christine reaches over, presses the redial button, brings
the receiver to Boris’ ear.

                        BORIS
          Hi, Frankie Rosenstein, please,
          not sure of room number.

INTERCUT BETWEEN FRANKIE AND BORIS

                          FRANKIE
          Hey, Boris?

                        BORIS
          Frankie? I’m sorry...I didn’t
          steal your girlfriend... you
          know...

                        FRANKIE
          What? Does she like you or
          something?

                        BORIS
          It’s all Puerto Rican’s. Bobby’s
          sister spread shit on Christine’s
          door. I tried to talk to Bobby,
          you know it’s not been easy...I
          went to see Christine...

                        FRANKIE
          Boris...stop bullshitting me. You
          dating now, aren’t you?

                        BORIS
          ...might be true...

Frankie SLAMS the receiver. WAILS, mad, BASHES the wall
with clenched fists.
                                                       67.

                        FRANKIE
          So much for a friend. Best friend,
          my balls. Fucker.

                         GREGORY
          She sees a human in Boris. Serves
          you right. Stop that screaming
          already. The hotel people aren’t
          ready for you.

Gregory moves towards Frankie. Hugs him tight.

Frankie tries to set himself loose, but Gregory’s grip is
suddenly strong.

                        FRANKIE
          Let go. I’m sick of you. That
          wouldn’t happen if we didn’t have
          to chase that prick.

Finally Frankie manages to shake Gregory off.

He storms out.

Gregory rushes after him.

                        GREGORY
          Where’ you going? Wait!

                        FRANKIE
          Stay where you are.


EXT. RAMADA INN PARKING LOT - NIGHT

Gregory hurries after Frankie.

Frankie scurries inside the car, revs the engine, speeds
away.


INT. BAR - NIGHT

Peter pays the bartender.

Frankie tears the doors open, storms in. Straight to
Peter.

Peter’s face changes from drunk and placid to sarcastic.

                        FRANKIE
          Your mother is dead. Gramps was
          gonna sell the apartment and help
          you out. Little did he know that
          you’re unworthy piece of shit...
                                                        68.

Frankie takes a swing of a drink off the counter.

He leaves some and splashes Peter in the face. Strides
out.

                        PETER
               (calmly)
          You’re no better I bet. What, he
          was gonna help me out? You’re in
          on apartment money, ain’t ya? Ha!

Peter pays the bartender, drunk and placid as before.

Wipes his face with a napkin, calm. Not distracted a bit
by the morbid news.

                        PETER
               (to the bartender)
          What, shouldn’t it be “on the
          house” today - I’ve just learned
          my mother has died.

All he gets is a bartender’s cold stare.


EXT. PARK - DAY

SERIES OF SHOTS:

Gregory and Frankie are on a merry-go-round. Gregory
laughs and screams his wildest.

Gregory enjoys his ice-cream. He dips the ice-cream in
Frankie’s face. Frankie flinches.

Gregory and Frankie are on a roller coaster, holding on
to rails and screaming.


EXT. BUS - DAY

Gregory and Frankie get on.

Frankie hoists their luggage in a luggage compartment.

They sit quietly, watching dull and dusty road. In
complete silence.


INT. METRO TECHNOLOGIES - AUDITORIUM - DAY

A company meeting.

Fifty plus employees face the empty stage, waiting,
abuzz.
                                                       69.

Frankie stands aloof, watches impassive.

Garry walks to the stage, smacks Frankie on the shoulder
on the way.

                        GARRY
          Hey there, stranger. Welcome home.

Garry climbs the stage.

                        CARRY
          We exceeded our sales expectations
          for the quarter.

Round of applause.

                        CARRY
          Things are going well - we added
          few new employees.

A buzz of excitement. Everyone turns to see who. Two new
employees, one of whom is Jeremy, idle, in a corner.

                        GARRY
          We’ll partner you up with someone
          experienced. Let’s tie Jeremy with
          Frankie...

Frankie and Jeremy lock eyes.

Garry signals to Frankie to come closer.

Garry winks and whispers:

                        GARRY
          You’re one step higher now, I
          guess.

Frankie and Jeremy approach each other. Both fidget,
apprehensive.

                        FRANKIE
          We’ll have to make it work.

Jeremy nods. They shake hands.


INT. HOUSE IN BRONX - HALL - DAY

Frankie and Jeremy, equipped for work, talk to the house
OWNER.

The Owner briskly shows the boys around.

They peek inside a kid’s bedroom.
                                                        70.

                         OWNER
           Here we need a cable. He needs his
           TV badly.

The Owner points at a disabled boy, BRIAN, on a scooter
who waves at them grimly. Behind the boy’s scooter is
Klaudia, dressed in scrubs.

                         FRANKIE
           Klaudia? You...

                         KLAUDIA
           I help with Brian.

Dishes DANGLE in the kitchen.

A WOMAN steps out of the kitchen and waves ‘hi’ to the
boys.

Frankie sighs, relieved.

                         FRANKIE
           You’re a nurse?

Klaudia nods.

The owner leads them to another room.

                         OWNER
           We need cable here as well.

                           FRANKIE
           Got it.

Frankie and Jeremy inspect cable connections in the
house. Look around the--

BACKYARD (window POV)

Return inside.

                         FRANKIE
           Sir, you have a basement?

The owner takes them to the--

BASEMENT

Frankie and Jeremy look around.

Several cable lines hang on the walls here and there.

Frankie and Jeremy check the signal in the lines, inspect
the--

CRAWL SPACE
                                                   71.

Then exchange perplexed glances.

                         FRANKIE
           Here’s the thing. The exterior of
           the house - it’s all new stucco,
           right?

The owner nods ‘yes’.

                         FRANKIE
           See, they cut off the lines when
           they did the stucco. Home Owner
           Associations never let us drill
           through stucco to bring new lines.

                         OWNER
                (downbeat)
           The truth is I had someone... a
           technician over already, he said
           the same thing. ...TV is my
           crippled boy’s life. I wouldn’t
           buy the house if I knew better.

Frankie thinks.

                         JEREMY
           Well, if there’s no way...

Frankie gestures Jeremy to give him a minute.

He examines few lines again. Thinks.

                         FRANKIE
           We could drill through brick.

                         OWNER
           Then the cable will run through
           the entire hall. I can’t have it.
           I’ll end up with triple cripple on
           my hands.

Frankie crawls out, walks around the--

BASEMENT

Walks to the--

BACKYARD (WINDOW POV)

Then back to the--

BASEMENT

Once again Frankie glances at the hanging lines.

The Owner joins him in there.
                                                       72.

                        FRANKIE
          We’ll drill through brick, get the
          line stretch through the basement
          to each room.

The Owner beams, surprised. Frankie walks upstairs.

HALL

The Owner shakes both Frankie’s and Jeremy’s hands
sincerely.

                        OWNER
          That should take up a day, no? I
          appreciate it. You saved me, you
          truly did.

Frankie and Jeremy reach for their tool box and get their
drills out.

HALL

Klaudia and Brian are by the stairs eavesdropping.

The crippled boy does thumbs up.

                        BRIAN
               (stuttering)
          Cable, in m-m-my room!


EXT. HOUSE PORCH - DAY

The Owner sees Frankie and Jeremy off. Brian, in his
wheelchair, is next to his Dad.

The Owner shoves a hundred dollar bill in Frankie’s hand.

Frankie forces the bill back.

                        FRANKIE
          You need the money more than I do.

The Owner gives up.

                           OWNER
          God bless.

Frankie and Jeremy walk off.

A glimpse of Klaudia who watches the scene (WINDOW POV).


EXT. BRONX STREETS - DAY

Frankie and Jeremy stride away.
                                                     73.

                        FRANKIE
          If you wanted the money... he has
          a crippled at home.

                        JEREMY
          You did good... sorry about the
          other day, the fight...shouldn’t
          be this way - Puerto Ricans stick
          together...doesn’t feel right...

                        FRANKIE
          It’s not bad to stick together...
          just don’t gang up against... You
          need another leader... A humane
          leader.

Frankie chuckles.

                        JEREMY
          Klaudia used to be Bobby’s girl,
          just letting you know.

                        FRANKIE
          Why would I care?

                        JEREMY
          She ditched Bobby, now he’s
          talking dirty of her. Her dad,
          Johnny, ain’t her blood. Jackie
          remarried when Klaudia was little,
          then passed away... in two years.
          Wanna story?

Frankie shrugs his shoulders, nonchalant.

                        JEREMY
          Johhny couldn’t get over Jackie.
          He started drinking...heavily. He
          would bring women home after her
          mom passed. So one day he brought
          someone and Klaudia saw them.

FRANKIE VISUALIZES:


INT. KLAUDIA’S APARTMENT - HALL - NIGHT

Grown Klaudia, 16, peeks out her room, at her

DAD (40) who makes out with a loosely dressed, voluptuous
woman.

Sensibly, almost violently.
                                                       74.

                        JEREMY (V.O.)
          Klaudia practically saw them doing
          it that day, so drunk he was...

Dad tackles the woman against the wall, she throws her
leg over his hip...

The woman notices Klaudia, winks at her, continues making
out. Klaudia screams like crazy, slams shut the door to
her room.

                        JEREMY (V.O.)
          One day he comes home, gets a
          bottle of some pretty strong crap,
          empties it all...

Klaudia peers at him through a half open door of her
room. Decision forms on her face.

She strips herself off her clothes, comes out, naked, in
front of her step-dad.

                        KLAUDIA
          You need a woman? Take me. Don’t
          you like me?

BACK TO SCENE

Frankie gulps.

                        FRANKIE
          I get it, all naked and he’s
          drunk...

                        JEREMY
          What does it matter? She was
          eight.

                        FRANKIE
          Eight? Eight? Why didn’t you say
          so...

Chokes on his words. Laughs.

                        JEREMY
          You! You were seeing her naked,
          wasn’t you?

Jeremy smacks Frankie’s shoulder. Giggles.

                        JEREMY
          She dumped Bobby and he’s talking
          all kind of dirty about her. Like
          she spends days with cripple’s and
          nights with her own dad...
                                                       75.

                        FRANKIE
          And why should I care?

                        JEREMY
          Cuz you may help...If Johhny knows
          he’ll kill ’im.


INT. FLORIDA - CHIEF SECURITY OFFICER’S OFFICE - DAY

A TALL MAN tears the doors to the office open. The Chief
lifts his head, springs up, fusses.

The Tall Man wears a fine suit, a big executive by looks.

The Chief pulls a chair for a Tall Man.

                        TALL MAN
          Relax. I’m here to thank you
          personally for the park hopper
          idea - the revenues are up. You
          get a raise...Congrats.
          And...you’re our new Marketing
          Manager if you agree to move to
          California.

The Chief hurries to shake Tall Man’s hand, who kindly
lets him to.

                        CHIEF
          My wife loves California.
          ...someone actually helped me with
          the idea...

                        TALL MAN
          Well, maybe you ought to bring him
          over. He might be of help to you.

He rises. The Chief rushes up as well, sees the boss off
to the door.

He shuts the door, strolls back to his desk and picks up
the phone.


INT. GREGORY/FRANKIE’S APARTMENT - KITCHEN

The phone rings. Gregory rises, trudges towards it.
Another ring.

                        GREGORY
          Who the fuck is that?

Gregory picks up the phone.
                                                       76.

                           GREGORY
            Yes? Who? What, the man we talked
            to in Florida?

INTERCUT BETWEEN GREGORY AND THE CHIEF

                          CHIEF
            Listen, tell Frankie there’s a job
            for him in California.

                          CREGORY
            --California? It’s better than
            Florida. You know, my son is in
            Florida...

                          CHIEF
            --Yeah... Please have my number
            down...

BACK TO GREGORY

Gregory reaches for a pen and a paper, jots down the
number.

Hangs up.

Weary, the receiver in hand, he plops down, on a chair.
Tears stroll down his wrinkled cheeks.


INT. FRANKIE’S APARTMENT - FRANKIE’S BEDROOM - NIGHT

Pitch black.

Frankie lies asleep in his bed.

                          GREGORY (O.S.)
            Irma, Irma, get up. We must go
            home.

Gregory’s yelping wakes up Frankie.

Frankie rummages in the nightstand drawer searching for
medicine. He flicks the side light to check a label on a
box.

                          GREGORY (O.S.)
            It’s your call, Irma, I’m up on my
            feet...ready to fight.

Frankie springs up, walks into the

KITCHEN

Reaches for a cup, fills it up with water.
                                                        77.

Walks into the

HALL

Finds Gregory, in drawers, wandering around, frantic.

Frankie hands him the medicine with the water.

                        FRANKIE
          Don’t slam the glass, there’s no
          one to clean up after us now.

Gregory sobs.

                        GREGORY
          She would never bring me my water
          in a paper cup. She was
          stubborn... I miss her so.

He swallows the medicine obediently.

                        GREGORY
          You don’t think I’m crazy do you?
          Cuz I’m not.

Gregory turns towards his bedroom.

And there’s silence for quite some time.

LATER

FRANKIE’S BEDROOM

Frankie is back to bed when Gregory knocks on his door.

                        FRANKIE
          What’s up?

Gregory tries the knob, the door swings open. He walks in
slowly, lost.

                        GREGORY
          Frankie, when are you leaving? You
          ARE leaving me, ain't you?

Frankie stares, swallows.

                        FRANKIE
          I don’t want to... really. You
          know, I’m not one of the apartment
          scavengers. Not any more. ...I feel
          like I need to go. To have my life
          together. To become somebody... and
          it ain’t gonna happen here.
                        (MORE)
                                                     78.
                          FRANKIE (CONT'D)
            New York is not a good place for
            me, grandpa. If you knew a thing...
            the Puerto Ricans...

Gregory strokes Frankie’s cheek, gives him a kiss on the
forehead.

Leaves.


INT. SUSAN TRUMBALL’S OFFICE - DAY

Susan Trumball, in white robe sit across from Frankie.

                          SUSAN
            Believe me, you describe an old
            man with a bad temper, not the
            Alzheimer patient.

She gets up, motioning for Frankie to follow her.

They walk into the--

HALL

It’s a clinic for the elderly, something in between of a
retirement facility and a hospital.

They stop by the room occupied by an elderly male.
Observe through the windows.

The old man circles around his room, frantic. Tries to
bust out of the room, bangs on a locked door, then goes
back to his search around the room.

                          SUSAN
            Stephen is eighty, got Alzheimer’s
            for roughly a year. He’s sure it’s
            someone else’s room and he wants
            his room. I know your grandpa does
            the same when he asks to go home.
            But how soon he gets back to
            normal? Stephen will do it for
            days.

Frankie watches Stephen. Stephen’s eyes are empty, the
look is crazed.


FLASHBACK


INT. GREGORY’S APARTMENT - DAY

Frenzied, Gregory walks around the apartment.
                                                        79.

Gregory acts crazed but his eyes shine shrewd.

He knows where the stuff is - in the midst of the tantrum
he reaches for his medicine...walks to his bed and sits
down, walks to a table and pours himself a glass of
water.

                        SUSAN (V.O.)
          Look how he can’t recognize
          anything in his room.

BACK TO SCENE

Frankie and Susan observe Stephen.

Frankie watches, realization forms.

                        SUSAN
          You know, we’d take Gregory as a
          patient...his insurance is good--

                         FRANKIE
          --No, no. Like I said, I just had
          to make sure grandpa’s alright.
          Thanks though.


INT. FRANKIE’S APARTMENT - DAY

Frankie unlocks the door, steps in.

MUFFLED VOICES come from the kitchen.

Peter steps into the hallway.

                        PETER
          Hey, Frankie, how you doing son.

Frankie frowns.

Gregory walks into the picture.

                        GREGORY
          Came to sell the apartment and
          take me with him. You told him
          about Irma?

                        FRANKIE
          That and that he can have the
          apartment money--

                        GREGORY
          Well, no need. Frankie’s staying.

Frankie gives a short nod, agreeing with his grandpa.
                                                        80.

                        FRANKIE
          Yep. That’s been decided. Now
          scram.

                        GREGORY
          Wasted three hundred on a plane,
          poor thing? I know Yasha tipped
          you about the free clinic for
          me...

                        PETER
          Yasha is good at politics.

                        GREGORY
          Tee-hee. The truth is - I didn’t
          know Yasha tipped you off, but now
          I do. I bluffed.

Frankie stares at Peter with disgust.

                        PETER
          Well, your precious Frankie will
          put you to clinic anyway.

                        FRANKIE
          Shut up, you, asshole.

Peter walks away, slamming shut the entrance door on the
way out.

Frankie turns to Gregory.

                        FRANKIE
          You don’t belong in a clinic.
          You’re no sick. I checked.

Gregory gazes after Peter, a deep sorrow on his face.

He turns to Frankie, hugs him by the shoulders.

                        GREGORY
          Irma would want YOU to have the
          apartment. Only you.

The old man trudges into his room... crashes in a chair
on the way...

Climb up back to his feet, trudges further.

Disappears into his room. The emerges with Irma’s money
sack.

Triumphantly pulls out the money and shoves it into
Frankie’s hand.
                                                     81.

                        GREGORY
          This is for your education. It’s
          your money. Take it. And leave.

Frankie is speechless for a moment.

                        FRANKIE
          We could use it in Orlando.

Gregory shakes his head no.

                        GREGORY
          Irma wanted you to have it. For
          education.


EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD STORE - DAY

Quiet Christine/Klaudia’s building street.


INT. NEIGHBORHOOD STORE - DAY

Mrs. Trumball at the counter.

Marlo shops for snacks when Boris and Christine walk in.

Christine heads for cosmetics, pulls Boris to follow her.
Boris stops on the way, checks out sports section.. She
kisses him playfully...he drags after her.

Marlo sees them. Watches unnoticed. Smirks.

As Christine’s gaze stumbles upon Marlo. Apprehensive she
lets go of Boris, rushing to cosmetics.

Marlo heads towards them, snide across his face.

                        MARLO
          Frankie’s girlfriend! Yeah! That’s
          how you treat your friend, huh? Is
          he okay with it?

He laughs, enjoying Boris’ smashed face.

Boris turns away from Marlo, follows Christine.

                        MARLO
          What? You’re ignoring me now?


EXT. ACROSS THE STREET FROM THE STORE - DAY

Four Puerto Ricans, two of whom are Jeremy and TONY,
Jeremy’s younger brother, idly wait for Marlo, leaning to
the wall.
                                                        82.

Noticing the commotion inside, they cross the road.


EXT. STORE SIDE - DAY

The Puerto Ricans approach the store.

Two walk inside. Jeremy and Tony remain.

Klaudia walks by. Stops at a store window, observes Boris
and Marlo.


INT. STORE - DAY

Marlo pushes Boris, to instigate a fight.

Boris does nothing just utters:

                        BORIS
          Fuck off.


EXT. STORE - DAY

Klaudia hurries in the direction of her home.

Stops and looks up at a window.

                        KLAUDIA
          Alex, Aunt Martha...Alex

AUNT MARTHA looks out the window, nods to Klaudia,
disappears.

                        AUNT MARTHA (O.S.)
          Alex, it’s Klaudia, looks urgent.

She glances back at Klaudia.

                        AUNT MARTHA
          He’s coming down.

And in a minute Alex swoops out the building.

Klaudia points in direction of a store and then Frankie’s
home, a sense of urgency in her every movement. Explains
MOS.

Alex nods, runs. Fast. Frankie’s building can be seen
from where they are.

Klaudia watches him for a while, then rushes back toward
the store.
                                                        83.

INT. STORE - DAY

Mrs. Trumball at the counter eyes Marlo and Boris.

Her hand reaches for a phone. Marlo notices.

Marlo rushes to the counter, seizes Mrs. Trumball’s hand.

                        MARLO
          Relax. Nobody stole anything. We
          could though. We could grab for
          free everyday and get away with
          it.

                        MRS TRUMBALL
          Get your hands off mine, you piece
          of garbage.

But under Marlo’s convincing glare the Mrs. Trumball
pulls her hand away from the phone.


EXT. BY THE STORE - DAY

Alex and Frankie appear.

Alex stays with Klaudia, watching from afar.

Frankie hastens toward the store.


INT. STORE - DAY

Boris is surrounded by Puerto Ricans.

                        MRS TRUMBALL
          Get out of here before I called
          the police.

Puerto Ricans signal to each other to leave the store.

Boris motions for Christine to stay in and steps out with
the Puerto Ricans.


EXT. STORE - DAY

--Frankie approaches.

Puerto Ricans stare, silent, anticipating...

Boris throws Frankie a guilty look, his chin hardens
however - an honest guy and loyal too despite how the
life turned out.
                                                       84.

Frankie greets Boris warmly. Gives him a light hug. And
Boris breathes.

                        FRANKIE
          Been back for a week now. It’s
          nice and cool here, Florida’s hot.

Frankie faces Puerto Ricans.

                        FRANKIE
          What’s the matter now? Don’t like
          Boris and Christine together?

Puerto Ricans stay silent.

                        JEREMY
          Sorry. For real we didn’t know you
          were okay with it.

                        FRANKIE
          I’m not okay with Sandy’s shit
          over Christine’s door. The rest is
          nobody’s business.


INT. STORE - DAY

Tony remains inside the entire time. He walks around
stuffing his pockets with goods.

Mrs. Trumball’s eyes follow him the entire time. She
spots Tony stealing. Her hand moves for the phone again.

Mrs. Trumball dials determined.

Tony notices, rushes for the counter, tries to snatch the
receiver. But unsuccessfully.

Frankie and Jeremy scurry inside.

Tony mumbles:

                        TONY
          I didn’t do anything.

                           MRS TRUMBALL
          What?

                           FRANKIE
          Hold on a sec.

Frankie tosses some cash on the counter, empties Tony’s
pockets, stacks the stolen goods on the counter.

Tony does not object.
                                                        85.

Mrs. Trumball watches, wrinkles her tired forehead.

                        FRANKIE
          Let it be a lesson for us, huh.
          No harm done. Please.

Mrs. Trumball shoots Tony a look of disbelief.

Frankie turns to Jeremy.

                        JEREMY
          Never gonna happen again. I’ll see
          to that.

Mrs. Trumball nods, puts the phone away. Sizes Frankie
up.

                        MRS TRUMBALL
          All grown up. Irma would’ve been
          proud. ...doing it for her.

Frankie heads towards the exit, Jeremy and Tony trail
behind.

                        JEREMY
          Hey Frankie, I appreciate it.


EXT. BY THE STORE - DAY

Frankie heads down the street. He smacks Boris on the
shoulder as he passes by.

Klaudia and Alex are still watching.

Frankie stares at Klaudia as he passes by, nods to her.
Hi-fives Alex.

Walks by, fast, surpassing them in a matter of seconds.

                        ALEX
          He used to stare at you when he
          was with Christine, he keeps
          staring now.

Klaudia beams.

                        KLAUDIA
          Frankie! Wait for me.

Runs up to Frankie, who waits.

                        KLAUDIA
          I wanna walk you to your door, may
          I?
                                                        86.

They continue down the street.

                        FRANKIE
          So, girls walk boys to a door?
          When did I miss that...

                        KLAUDIA
          You know what nickname us, girls,
          have for you? ...asshole.

                        FRANKIE
          Okay. Fine.

                        KLAUDIA
          Why you’re so great and such an
          asshole at the same time? You were
          such a prick with Christine! We
          say ‘that asshole’...not for
          Bobby...for you.

                        FRANKIE
          Why would you call Bobby ‘asshole’?
          You dated that fucker, haven’t you?

Klaudia is ready to turn back and stride away. But he
stops her.

                         FRANKIE
          Christine is Puerto Rican. And
          Bobby hates my guts. Get it? I
          left for two days...remember what
          happened? I didn’t want her around
          Puerto Ricans.

Klaudia stops abruptly, happy realization lights up her
face.

                        KLAUDIA
          “Puerto Rican” is not a curse.

                        FRANKIE
          I know.

                        KLAUDIA
          She wouldn’t even go out with
          girls. Should’ve been her choice.

                        FRANKIE
          I know.

Frankie turns to walk away. Klaudia calls out to him:

                        KLAUDIA
          Frankie...

Frankie turns around, ready to listen to her every word.
                                                        87.

                         KLAUDIA
           I’m sorry about Christine.

He nods.

                         KLAUDIA
           You don’t think I’m easy, right?
           Bobby calls me tramp...

                         FRANKIE
                (passionately)
           You’re not a tramp. It’s nobody’s
           business...

                         KLAUDIA
           What Bobby says is sick. I want
           you to know.

                         FRANKIE
           You’re like a dream to me. You’ve
           always been. Like a temptation.
           But you’re Christine’s friend...

                         BOBBY (O.S.)
           There she is. Looking good, for a
           slut that is.

Frankie and Klaudia turn around and see Bobby.

Klaudia blushes, nervous.

Frankie, swiftly, eyes sparkle mad, plummets at Bobby
smashing him to the ground.

                         FRANKIE
           You, fucking idiot.

                         BOBBY
           Who is she to you anyway?

But cools off, tries to get up as Bobby shakes him off.
Bobbie spits Frankie in the face.

Frankie punches Bobby in the base of his chin. Dazzled
from the impact, Bobby falls, then springs back up.

He tries to return the punch. Frankie flinches, Bobby
misses.

Frankie, all worked up again and fuming with rage, boxes
Bobby, his every throw artfully calculated.

Stunned, Klaudia watches.

Wailing, Bobby throws his whole body on Frankie.
                                                        88.

They grapple, rolling on the ground. Frankie hammers
Bobby on the head.

Klaudia’s step-dad, JOHHNY (55) approaches.

He pulls the boys apart. Frankie stops fighting at once.
Bobby is badly beaten, Frankie appears bruised but not as
bad as Bobby.

Bobby, beaten dog look in eyes, wipes blood off his lip.
He pushes Johhny away.

                        JOHHNY
          Good for you, Bobby, one on one, a
          fair fight - not like one of yours
          fifteen to one meetings.

He grabs Bobby by the neck, pressing on it hard. Bobby
clenches his fist at Johhny who catches Bobby’s fist
twisting it in a lock.

                        JOHHNY
          I’ll kill you for bad-mouthing my
          girl.

Johhny lets Bobby loose.

He gestures Frankie to follow him.

Klaudia trails behind as they enter Christine’s/Klaudia’s
building.


INT. CHRISTINE’S / KLAUDIA’S BUILDING - HALL - DAY

They walk past Christine’s apartment. Klaudia catches
Frankie glance at Christine’s door on the way.


INT. KLAUDIA’S APARTMENT - DAY

Frankie sits next to Johhny at a dining table. Nothing
but a bottle of vodka with two glasses in front of them.

Klaudia sits on the edge of the sofa.

                        KLAUDIA
          Dad, let’s call it a night, huh?

                        JOHHNY
          Sorry baby. Frankie is a good boy,
          he may help us.

Frankie just listens.
                                                        89.

                        JOHHNY
          Not scared of Bobby, are you? A
          tough one. I like that. It kills
          me to know they call her names. I
          gave them coupla beatings, but
          Bobby won’t stop. See, Klaudia
          dated him...

Abashed, Klaudia almost cries.

                        KLAUDIA
          Dad, please, I beg of you, stop.
          I’m gonna be alright.

Frankie’s stares eager.

Johhny looks hopeful. He gulps down his drink.

                        JOHHNY
          Whatever crap you heard about my
          girl is lies. And that mothefucker
          will get it from me. In full.

Klaudia springs at that and strides to the--

KITCHEN

She listens to her dad talk.

                        JOHHNY
          Yeah, I’ve decided...the cripple’s
          dad...she reads to the boy, the
          man’s got a wife for god’s sakes.

LIVING ROOM

Frankie looks down, breathing heavily.

                        FRANKIE
          They’ll stop. You don’t have to
          kill Bobby.

Frankie rises. Johhny locks eyes with him.

Johhny grabs Frankie’s hand and holds it for a while.

Frankie walks out into the hall and Johhny remains,
watching him, appreciation across his face.

Finally, he sits down and pours himself the whiskey.

APARTMENT HALL

When Frankie is at the door, Klaudia steps out from the
kitchen.
                                                        90.

                        KLAUDIA
          Frankie, please forget what was
          said.

Frankie just stares.

Klaudia approaches and she is breathtaking close.

So close that Frankie bends over to her, their lips lock
and--

He flinches, regards the surroundings. Mouths
“sorry”.Strides out the door.

                        KLAUDIA
          You’re leaving?

Klaudia watches him go. Her face, usually placid and
somewhat sad, is full of desire and hope.


INT. GREGORY/FRANKIE’S APARTMENT - DAY

Clad in work overalls, Frankie enters.

LOUD WHISPERING comes from me kitchen - the voices belong
to Gregory and a REAL ESTATE AGENT.

                        GREGORY (O.S.)
          Keep in mind, you can’t swindle me
          out of my money. I’m Jewish.

                        AGENT (O.S.)
          I got it. We’ll test the market
          with the highest price possible...

Frankie heads for the--

KITCHEN

Gregory and the agent are about to leave.

                        GREGORY
          Hey Frankie. There you are.

Frankie sits down, surprised. He remains in the kitchen
while Gregory sees the agent off into the

HALL

The agent hands Gregory a stack of papers filled with
pictures of various apartments.

Gregory skims through.
                                                     91.

                        AGENT
          These are the neighborhood sales.
          Look it over with your son and
          call me to talk the price.

                        GREGORY
          My son? Yeah. We’ll study those.

He shuts the door behind the agent, walks back into the

KITCHEN

Frankie makes himself a sandwich, listens to the voices
in the hall.

Gregory appears. Rushes to the stove. Pours a plate of
borsch for Frankie.

                        GREGORY
          What are you doing? I cooked for
          you.

                        FRANKIE
          What was all that about? You are
          not selling the apartment, aren’t
          you?

Gregory flops on a chair, next to Frankie.

Frankie slurps his borsch. Gregory covers Frankie’s hand
with his trembling hand.

                         GREGORY
          You take the apartment money, go
          south and become somebody. I’ll go
          to the clinic.

Frankie chokes on his food and stares bewildered.

                        FRANKIE
          Come on grandpa... Listen...

                        GREGORY
          --Hey, hey, no other way around,
          I’ve decided...

                        FRANKIE
          --Then let’s go together.

Gregory stares at Frankie.

                        GREGORY
          Alzheimer grandpa? I’m a burden,
          Frankie...
                                                        92.

                        FRANKIE
          Nah, I don’t buy the fake
          Alzheimer. ...let’s sell and go...

Gregory blinks happy.

Laughs. Shakes Frankie’s hands. He snatches Frankie’s
sandwich, tosses it in a garbage. Runs to the stove,
grabs a pot, bacon and eggs.

                        GREGORY
          We’ll celebrate, have something
          good.

He fusses around the stove.

Runs up to Frankie, gives him a wet smooch on the head.

                        FRANKIE
          I guess that’s a yes!

                        GREGORY
          Irma is coming with us.

In an instant, Frankie’s face saddens at Gregory’s
insanity.

                        GREGORY
               (to Irma’s spirit)
          You hear me, Irma. I don’t know
          how you do it, but you fly after
          us.
               (to Frankie)
          I’ll talk to her later.

Frankie sighs relieved. Gregory GIGGLES.

                        GREGORY
          I give you a scare sometimes,
          don’t I.

He fusses about, putting eggs, bacon, butter, salad and
rolls on the table.

Sits down next to Frankie, lovingly watches him eat.

Pokes Frankie. Frankie smiles, pokes him back...

                        GREGORY
          Oh, wait. I have an unfinished
          business. Cannot wait.

Gregory trots into the hall, puts a jacket on.
                                                       93.

INT. CHRISTINE’S APARTMENT - KITCHEN - DAY

Gregory, fidgets on a side stool as he talks to Christine’s
mom who bustles around the kitchen.

Martha is about to pour Gregory some tea.

                        MARTHA
          She’s free to see whomever she
          wants. Frankie spreads hatred,
          think Sandy’s shit all over our
          door. If I were you I’d watch out
          for him. I hear he likes Klaudia?
          Yeah Christine told me--

                        GREGORY
          --Frankie is barely over
          Christine...

                        MARTHA
          He likes Klaudia, Johnny’s girl
          who used to date Bobby...and Bobby
          hasn’t got over her. Watch out for
          Frankie, he’ll get in trouble...

Gregory’s face shows concern. And fear. He gets up--

                        GREGORY
          I better go. Thanks for the tea
          that I didn’t get.

Martha follows him into the--

APARTMENT HALL

She locks the door after Gregory, exhales relieved.


EXT. STAIRWELL - DAY

Boris runs up the stairs when he stumbles across
descending Gregory.

Boris, stops. Casts eyes down.

Gregory pats consoling. Understanding.

                        GREGORY
          Hey, it’s life, huh. What can you
          do... Do me a favor, tell me why
          should Frankie fear Bobby? Got to
          do with Klaudia?
                                                        94.

EXT. BASKETBALL COURT - DAY

Frankie and his friends play a game of basketball.

THE OTHER SIDE

Jeremy, Tony and Marlo walk towards the court.

Frankie tosses the ball to them.

                        FRANKIE
          Hey you...up for a challenge?

Jeremy leaps over the court fence.

                        JEREMY
          You don’t talk challenge to us,
          man.

All three get--

INSIDE THE COURT

The rest of Puerto Ricans leap over the fence and all
shake hands...

Friendly...

And play basketball.


EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD PARK - DAY

Same park, same old people as in the opening scene occupy
the benches.

Gregory, one sock red and the other blue, shuffles the
dominoes.

Gregory is grim and silent.

Mitch grabs seven stones.

                        MITCH
          Shake it off, no one has died yet.

Gregory glares at Mitch, GIBBERS incoherent.

Mitch knowingly shakes his head.

                        MITCH
          It’s the Puerto Ricans that drive
          him out of here. The nasty story
          with Christine...
                                                        95.

                        GREGORY
          --Shut up! Seven seven, can you
          top that? Eh, life is good anyway.

                        MITCH
          You don’t say. Poor Bennett.

They throw each other a guilty look.

                        GREGORY
          A moment of silence for Bennett?

Mitch nods grim.

They keep silent. Both grow impatient as they hold the
minute. Check out the watches not to miss the end of it.

With an EXHALE of relief--

                        MITCH
          Seven/two. You were saying?

                        GREGORY
          I’m saying we should get married
          before we get too old.

                        MITCH
          You’re crazy - I’m not marrying
          you!

                        GREGORY
          Marry a woman, stupid! Phi. And
          I’m the one with the Alzheimer?

Both spot Mrs. Trumball clumping on the other side of the
park.

Mrs. Trumball stops to chat with a tall man.

                        MITCH
          Hey, listen, that Trumball - she’s
          got an eye on me.

                        GREGORY
          Uh-huh, lady Trumball! She thinks
          she’s still twenty.

Gregory gets up to imitate Mrs. Trumball’s limp.

Mrs. Trumball squints from afar, observes, noticeably
aggravated.

Gregory peers at the man she’s chatting with - it’s
Yasha.
                                                        96.

Done chatting, Mrs. Trumball limps toward Gregory and
Mitch.

                        MITCH
          Stop talking of my fiance-to-be
          like that.

They laugh so hard that Gregory holds on to his pelvic
and--

Runs home at his fastest.

He bumps into Yasha. Turns to Mitch and pointing at Yasha
shouts so loud that everybody in the park turn their
heads.

                        GREGORY
          This is the scavenger. Hey, Yasha,
          still dreaming of my apartment?

Past Mrs. Trumball who peers at him. Gregory gives her an
offensive grin in return.

                        MRS TRUMBALL
          Your Frankie almost got in a fight
          with Puerto Ricans today..

Gregory frowns but doesn’t stop.


EXT. GREGORY’S/FRANKIE’S BUILDING - DAY

He rushes past the building, past the ‘For Sale’ sign.


INT. FRANKIE’S APARTMENT - DAY

Gregory rushes in, still holding on to his pelvic. In a
hurry, he leaves the door open.

On the way to the bathroom he passes by the window. Two
Puerto Rican BOYS, that usually hang out with Bobby,
catch his eye.

With a demonic grin, he rushes to the window. Pulls it
open.

He pees out the window wetting the boys a good deal.

Boys look up, flip him off and rush off toward the
building entrance. Gregory laughs hysterical. Shouts to
the boys:

                         GREGORY
          Italy. Dancing fountains. Ever
          heard of them?
                                                        97.

Realizing that the Puerto Ricans are looking for revenge,
he scurries out of the apartment.


INT. STAIRWAY - DAY

The Boys climb up the stairs.

                        BOY 1
          Isn’t it Frankie’s building?

                        BOY 2
          Shit! That coulda been his gramps.
          He’s uh-uh, uh-uh...

Makes a cuckoo sign.

Both exchange glances, shrug. Wincing at the smell of
urine, hurtle down the stairs.

                        BOY 1
          Stupid fuck. I feel for Frankie.


INT. FIRST FLOOR HALL - DAY

An elevator DING. Gregory shuffles out, hurries into the--



BUILDING GARAGE

He rushes to his car, cranks the steering wheel, hurried.


EXT. OUTSIDE BASKETBALL COURT - DAY

Bobby walks by.

Watches the boys play, his look hostile.

They regard him and... continue playing.

Running around the court with a ball, shooting into the
net, Frankie hollers Bobbie’s way:

                        FRANKIE
          I’m Jewish, you’re Puerto Rican.
          Doesn’t mean we can’t play
          basketball together.

The Puerto Ricans cheer. Even Marlo.

                        JEREMY
          Well said, bro.
                                                        98.

                          MARLO
            Come on, man. Frankie saved Tony’s
            ass the other day.


EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD - DAY

Squinting, Gregory cruises the streets searching for the
boys.

His eyes roam around, adding up to already lousy driving.

There’s no one around.

Unable to see good, he drives onto the sidewalk, barely
escaping a tree on the way.

Off and on the sidewalk, off and on...

                          GREGORY
            Shit. Old worm - Irma said it.

He spots the boys and accelerates right at them as if
aiming to run them over. Laughs hysterical.


INT. CHRISTINE’S APARTMENT - DAY

Christine, at the window, spots Gregory. She gapes at the
scene.

                          CHRISTINE
            Hey, Boris. Look what Frankie’s
            grandpa is up to.

Boris comes close. Watches.

                          BORIS
            He’s just like Frankie. ...You’re
            over him, aren’t you?

Christine kisses him dearly on the cheek. Clings to
Boris, happy.

Boris rushes out.

Christine tags along.

STAIRWELL

They rush down the stairs.
                                                       99.

EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD - DAY

Panicking, ten inches away from the car they notice that
Gregory drives right at them and start running.

                        GREGORY
          Hey, don’t you run from me,
          chicken.


EXT. BASKETBALL COURT - DAY

Frankie slurps from the water fountain while his friends
continue playing.

                        FRANKIE
          I’m out. See ya.


EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD - NEAR THE COURT - DAY

Frankie heads down the street. Spots Gregory.

Bobby, who didn’t get too far from the court, glares
toward Frankie. He clenches his fists, delivers a GROWL.
Dashes after Frankie.

Jeremy sees that. Reacts.

                        JEREMY
          What’s up man? Don’t do it, bro,
          don’t do it.

Bobby crashes at Frankie from behind and both drop to the
ground hard.


EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD - DAY

Boy 2 leaps on the car hood, the car hits a tree and
stops.

The boy rolls to the ground.

The boy springs up.

The other boy points in the direction of the court.

                        BOY 1
          Look, it’s Frankie and Bobby
          again.

The boys are anxious to check it out. They turn to leave.
                                                    100.

                        BOY 2
          You’ll pay for it, you, stupid
          fuck.

                        GREGORY
          You’re not that scared to go
          against my boy Frankie when it’s
          twenty to one, are you?

                        BOY 1
          Frankie is yours?

Only now Gregory sees Bobby attack Frankie.

Gregory ignites, successful, and veers the car off the
sidewalk.

No other cars are on this stretch of the road.

He speeds towards the court which is--

FEW BLOCKS AWAY

Bobby is on his feet and Frankie on the ground. Bobby
pounds Frankie in the base of his torso with his feet.

Gregory drives on--

Crashing into Bobby who plummets off and hits the ground.

Gregory halts to a full stop, so abrupt that his head
hits the wheel.

All the boys gather around.

Christine and Boris are among the crowd too. Boris helps
Frankie get up.

Frankie stares at Gregory who--

Is still inside the car, head on the wheel, lips blood
stained.

Police sirens wail in the distance.

FADE TO BLACK.


EXT. GREGORY’S/FRANKIE’S BUILDING - DAY

An emergency squad car. Gregory, in a wheelchair,
emerges, few paramedics behind him.

Frankie takes over from there, shakes hands with
paramedics and rolls the wheelchair inside the building.
                                                    101.

There’s no For Sale sign outside the building.


INT. GREGORY/FRANKIE’S APARTMENT - DAY

No sight of ‘For Sale’ anywhere.

                          GREGORY
            You’re not selling anymore?

                          FRANKIE
            It’s ‘YOU are not selling
            anymore’.

                          CREGORY
            No it’s you. It’s YOU.

Frankie helps Gregory out of the wheelchair.

                          CREGORY
            Call someone, ask what happened to
            Bobby. Please. I didn’t mean to,
            you know that, don’t you.

                          FRANKIE
            ...I just wish they don’t put you
            to jail.

And Gregory trudges into his bedroom.

Frankie stands in the hall, smiles to himself.

                          GREGORY (O.S.)
            Call Klaudia. She’s a good girl.


EXT. BASKETBALL COURT - DAY

Frankie, Boris, Alex, Jeremy, Marlo, Tony and several
other Puerto Rican and Jewish boys play basketball.

Together.

                          GREGORY (V.O.)
            Call her, you hear me.

Klaudia stands on the other side of the fence, waiting
for Frankie.

Frankie scores into the net, look Klaudia up, to make
sure she saw that, winks at her.

She gives him a thumbs up and a loving smile - they are a
couple.

BACK TO
                                                       102.

INT. GREGORY/FRANKIE’S APARTMENT

As we left it - Gregory is on the way to his bedroom.

                        GREGORY
          What are you gonna do? Go back to
          your TV antennas?

                           FRANKIE
          Cable. And no.


EXT. UPSCALE OFFICE BUILDING - HALL - DAY

Spacious and modern for the time.

Frankie, in a suit, stands next to a PROMINENT MAN, in a
fine suit himself.

The Big Shot reads from a paper.

                        PROMINENT MAN
          So, are you ready to be relocated
          to CA?

                        FRANKIE
          No, no, I’m not. I’m here to ask
          you for a stipend...

The Prominent Man raises his eyebrows.

                        FRANKIE
          Say what if I work for you in
          sales... I need someone to sign
          college reimbursement for me. I
          have no means to pay them
          upfront...

                        PROMINENT MAN
          So, in a way you’re asking both
          for a job, and a stipend?

                        FRANKIE
          I am asking for it. Yes.

The prominent man laughs. Looks at Frankie.

                        PROMINENT MAN
          Well, now I know how you impressed
          Mike.

He looks at Frankie some more and there’s kindness in his
eyes.

Frankie smiles - he knows that he’s got the stipend.
                                                    103.

EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD PARK - DAY

Mitch and Gregory play dominoes. As ever. Same bench,
same attitudes.

Gregory holds binoculars. Looks into them from time to
time.

                        MITCH
          Oh, come on, that’s stupid. Put
          them away. He’s alive.

                        GREGORY
          You sure? I thought I ran him over
          good.

                           MITCH
          Sure I’m sure.

                        GREGORY
          I have to do community service for
          driving that day.

                        MITCH
          What kind of service?


INT. SMALL COURTROOM - DAY

Filled with people, waiting for their name to be called.
Some read, some watch TV in a corner.

There’s no judge, a committee selects citizens for a jury
committee.

                        GREGORY (V.O.)
          They want me in a jury.

                        MITCH (V.O.)
          It doesn’t work that way.

                        GREGORY (V.O.)
          Little too coincidental - I ran
          over a man, they call me right
          away.

An EMPLOYEE calls out:

                        EMPLOYEE
          Gregory Rosenstein.

Gregory approaches. Employee gives him a piece of paper -
he’s been summoned. Gregory looks at it and the paper
leaves him dissatisfied.
                                                    104.

                        EMPLOYEE
          You’ve been called.

                        GREGORY
          Yeah, I can see that. Listen, my
          decisions depend on my bowel
          movement, I poop well - I vote
          ‘innocent’...

The employee gives him a non-blinking stare.

Gregory mumbles. Leaves.

                        GREGORY
               (to himself)
          The shmuck is alive and I’ve been
          called - that’s stupid. Should’ve
          killed him.


INT. BOBBY’S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - DAY

Bobby with clutches, drunk, walks to and fro, resembling
a wild animal.

A bottle of vodka on a table. He grabs it, swings from
the bottle.


EXT. BASKETBALL COURT - DAY

Klaudia at the fence, Frankie playing basketball with the
neighborhood boys...

                                                FADE OUT.




                                                  THE END

				
DOCUMENT INFO
Categories:
Tags:
Stats:
views:1
posted:6/13/2012
language:
pages:105