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SATURDAY, OCTOBER 17, 2009 (9:17 PM)

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Tino Phelps (2/2)

ADAM
"HEY! OPEN UP!"

MICHAEL
"Tell me. Are you retarded? Se-duc-tion!"

ADAM
"Sorry." (knocks on door) "KOMINSKY!"

MICHAEL
"Why do I ever even bother?"

[Door opens. Kominsky pops out his head.]

MICHAEL
(looks at Adam) "I'll handle this." - (looks at Kominsky) "Are you John Paul Kominsky?"

KOMINSKY
"Je ne sa pas anglais monsieur. Je suis francais."

MICHAEL
"Damn it all, he's french!"

ADAM
"Bonjour monsieur."

MICHAEL
"You speak french?"

ADAM
"A little."

KOMINSKY
"Comma vous elite toi."

ADAM
"What the-"

MICHAEL
"What?"

ADAM
"He's not french. That sentence made no fuckin' sense."

MICHAEL
"What he say?"

ADAM
"Random shit."

KOMINSKY
"Okay, what the hell do you guys want?"

ADAM
"Are you John Paul Kominsky?"

KOMINSKY
"Who's asking?"

ADAM
"Friends of Guillermin."

KOMINSKY
"Guillermin? Why the hell didn't you say so? Come in. Take your shoes off on the mat."

[Kominsky goes in the trailer.]
[Adam & Michael are still outside, whispering quickly]

MICHAEL
"I hate you!"

ADAM
"The Guillermin thing was your idea."

MICHAEL
"I said, 'no!' "

ADAM
"Sorry."

MICHAEL
"Get in!"

[In Kominsky's trailer : Michael & Adam enter, walk past Kominsky, and go right to the table and sit down on the same side. Michael against the wall, and Adam at the edge. They still have their shoes on.]

KOMINSKY
(nervous)
"Shoes."

ADAM
"Yeah? What about 'em?"

KOMINSKY
"Please take them off. I don't want dirt all over the place."

ADAM
(checks the bottom of his shoes)
"There's no dirt on my shoes. So don't worry about it."

KOMINSKY
"Could you please just take them off?"

ADAM
"How about this? You listening?... I keep my shoes on. You sit down at this table. That seat right there looks comfy."

KOMINSKY
"Uh... okay." (sits down)

[Michael starts playing with the volume control on the radio sitting at the table. Radio is off.]

ADAM
"So Kominsky, how's business?"

KOMINSKY
"Okay, what kind of friends of Guillermin are you exactly?"

ADAM
"What kind?"

KOMINSKY
"You know... Friends, as in very fond? Friends as in you're going to kill him? Friends, as in you're gonna kill me? 'Cause right now, I gotta tell ya, you're striking me as hitmen who are gonna make sure my funeral is coming up pretty damn soon."

ADAM
"What the- Do we look like hitmen to you?"

KOMINSKY
"Yes. You look and sound exactly like hitmen to me."

MICHAEL
"Friends, as in very fond."

KOMINSKY
"How fond?"

ADAM :
"That's none of your damn business, is it?"

KOMINSKY
"Well, you're in my home, and I don't know who the hell you two fucks are. How the hell do I know you're friends of Guillermin?"

MICHAEL
"Mrs. Guillermins name is Fran. His two sons ; Don Guillermin Jr and Peter. He also has three daughters : Margaret, Jane, and Amber."

KOMINSKY
"Anyone with an internet connection can tell me that."

ADAM
"How about you SHUT UP, and talk only when asked!?"

KOMINSKY
"Okay."

ADAM
"SHUT UP!"

[Ackward silence.]

ADAM
"Good. Finally got some order."

MICHAEL
"Congratulations. Thank you for taking my advice."

ADAM
"Your advice was gay shit."

MICHAEL
"Ah yes. Shit. Since we are on the topic of shit, I estimate that my digestive system has fully digested the food I so sent down there, and now I must relieve myself of the remains. Kominsky?"

KOMINSKY
"Ah, yes?"

MICHAEL
"May I relieve myself by using your toliet?"

KOMINSKY
"My toliet?"

MICHAEL
"Yes, your 'toliet,' invention of Thomas Crapper."

KOMINSKY
"Uh..."

MICHAEL
"Yes or no?"

KOMINSKY
"You're just using the toliet? Nothing else?"

MICHAEL
"Yes, just your toliet. Trust me, I don't want what ever crack you're hiding in there."

KOMINSKY
"Oh...uh.."

ADAM
"JUST LET THE MAN USE YOUR SHITTER!"

KOMINSKY
"Okay."

MICHAEL
"Thank you." (looks at Michael) "I need to get out."

ADAM
"Ah, yeah." (Gets out of chair, and lets Michael out, then sits back down.]

MICHAEL
(looks at counter)
"Kominsky."

KOMINSKY
"Yeah?"

MICHAEL
(picks up newspaper)
"I'm gonna borrow this."

KOMINSKY
"Go ahead"

[Michael goes into the bathroom.]
[In bathroom : Shower curtains close, but opened a little. Michael locks the door, pulls down his pants, and sits on the toliet, and begins to read the newspaper.]

[Back to Adam & Kominsky.]

ADAM
"Kominsky, Starting now, the bull-shit nice routine is over."

KOMINSKY
"When are you going to tell me why you guys are here?"

ADAM
"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! JUST SHUT THE HELL UP! It's pretty simple! I ask, you answer!"
(calms down)
"I am to understand that you work for Guillermin?"

KOMINSKY
"I work for anybody willing to pay.|

ADAM
"You're talking cocaine right?"

KOMINSKY
"My product."

ADAM
"WHICH IS COCAINE! YOU DUMB-SHIT?!"

KOMINSKY
"Yes."

[Back in bathroom.]
[The camera is eyes. Watching Michael on the toliet. Shot of eyes behind the curtain, where it's opened.]
[Back to Kominsky & Adam.]

ADAM
"In 2005, you ran into financial problems?"

KOMINSKY
"Yes."

ADAM
" 'Till you seeked help from Mr. Guillermin?"

KOMINSKY
"Yes. But I paid him back, why'd he send you guys?"

ADAM
"I ask the questions, so don't bother asking any. -- And with any of these things, he helps you, you owe him a favor."

ADAM
"In 2006, Rebbeca Brolin was raped, and murdered by Tino Phelps. All the bastard recieved was 20 years. -- 2 weeks ago, Phelps escaped. Being Guillermin's best hitman, Mr. Guillermin would want to hide him 'till the heat was off.
You owed Guillermin a favor. The police wouldn't suspect you'd be hiding him.
Where in the hell is Tino Phelps?"

KOMINSKY
"I don't know."

[Adam grabs Kominsky's head, and bangs it against the table.]

ADAM
"FUCKIN' LIAR! WHERE THE HELL IS HE?

KOMINSKY
"I don't know!"

ADAM
(bangs again)
"Don't play dumbass with me! Where in the blue fuckin hell is Phelps?"

Kominsky
"ah.. My head fuckin hurts."

ADAM
"I don't give a flying fuck. Where's Phelps?"

[Back to Bathroom.]
[Eyes still looking at Michael. -- Michael looks up and sees the eyes.]

MICHAEL
"What the- Who the hell are you?"

[The man gets out of the shower and starts walking towards Michael."

MICHAEL
"Stay the hell away from me!"

[Man grabs Michael's hair, and starts punching his face. Michael fights back, but it's pointless.]

[Back to Kominsky & Adam. Adam just finished another bang.]

KOMINSKY
"I swear you bang my head one more fuckin' time, and you're a dead-man Adam Brolin!"

ADAM
"How the-"

KOMINSKY
"Come on. It wasn't brain surgery! You gave yourself away. Who else would give a fuck that Phelps raped that slut Rebbeca Brolin?" (laughs) "And for god sake, what kind of shit hitman can't find another hitman, before the cops?"

[A big thud it heard.]

ADAM
(looks at bathroom door)
"What the hell was that?"

[They both get up. Adam goes to the bathroom door, while Kominsky goes to the other side of the trailer.]

ADAM
"Michael? Everything all right in there?... Michael?" (waits a moment. tries to open the door, but it's locked.) "MICHAEL?!" (turns to face Kominsky) "Kominsky, the door is-"

[Kominsky has a bat, and hits Adam's knee, causing it to break. Adam falls to the ground in agonizing pain.]

Adam
"OW! FUCK!"

[Kominsky keeps hitting him with a bat, until Adam pulls out a gun and shoots Kominsky. Kominsky falls to the ground dead.]
[Before Kominsky falls to the ground dead, he has a flash-black. We just see his father's face. The father is ashamed.]

FATHER
"I have no son."

[Another flashback. We see a teen holding a bag of cocaine.]

TEEN
"Try it JP. It's fuckin' trippy!"

[Back to trailer. Kominsky is dead.]

Adam
(gets up slowly. Puts his hands on the counter, and seat, lefts his body up, and tries to kick the door down with his good leg. But it's not strong enough. He gets back down, limps closer to the door, and shoots the door open. The door slowly opens, as Adam sees Michael's dead body on the bathroom floor.]

ADAM
"SHIT! DAMN!"

[Adam goes slowly to check Michael's pulse.]

ADAM
(sad)
"God damn Michael."
(looks around scared, then looks back at Michael's corpse. And whispers : )

ADAM
"I'll come back with help, and murder the motherfucker that killed ya."

[Adam limps his way out of the trailer, but trips on the step, and falls on the ground.]

ADAM
(groans in pain)

[Adam gets back up slowly, and starts limping away from the trailer, gun still in hand. He gets a certain distance away until he notices The Man coming out of the trailer with the bat Kominsky had. The man is advancing on Adam.]

ADAM
"PHELPS, DON'T FUCKING MOVE! STAY THE FUCK WHERE YOU ARE!" (lifts up gun) "OR I'M GONNA SHOOT YOU, YOU RAPING BASTARD!"

[The man is still coming.]

ADAM
"I'M NOT FUCKING JOKING AROUND PHELPS! STAY THE FUCK THERE!"

[Phelps is too close, and Adam shoots. But the gun is empty. Phelps whacks Adam in the head. Adam falls to the ground. Phelps grabs Adam's arms, and they get into a fight. The fight lastes for about a minute, with flashes of Adam with a woman. However, Phelps kills Adam by whacking him one last time with the bat, and drags him into the trailer. Phelps than closes the door behind him.]

[THE END]

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