EDWARD

And I’m assistant manager of this store, and as the sign at the drive-in window clearly states, the night manager has no large amounts of cash

on hand.

 

HENRY

Bullshit.  Where is it?

 

EDWARD

And . . . that’s only a paintball

gun.

 

HENRY

If I shoot you in the face, you’ll be blind for life.

 

EDWARD

The money’s in a safe with a timer.  I

can’t open it.  Mr. Krebs opens the safe in the morning.

 

HENRY

Show me.

 

EDWARD

Be my guest.

 

They walk to the front counter.

 

EDWARD

There.

 

Edward points to a safe under the counter.

 

HENRY

What about the cash drawers?

 

EDWARD

You needed to get here earlier for those.  It’s all in the safe now.

 

EDWARD reaches under the counter and pulls his hand back quickly.

 

HENRY

What did you just do?

 

EDWARD

Did what?  You know, you seem

familiar.

 

HENRY

No way, faggot.  I don’t know you. 

You don’t know me.

 

EDWARD

Are you homophobic?  Are you maybe insecure about your own sexual orientation?

 

HENRY

What?

 

Sirens are approaching.

 

HENRY

(wide-eyed)

What the hell?  What the hell?

 

EDWARD

(smugly)

Silent alarm.

 

HENRY pushes his paintball gun toward EDWARD’s face, his hand trembling, but he doesn’t shoot.  The sirens are getting louder.

 

HENRY bolts through the grill area and out the back door.  He heads down alleys. 

 

Behind him he hears EDWARD shrilling yelling.

 

EDWARD

Careful!  He’s got a gun!  He went

out back!

 

EXT.  NEIGHBORHOOD NEAR TACO YUMMY   NIGHT

 

HENRY hears footfalls behind him.

 

POLICE OFFICER

Stop!

 

HENRY climbs the privacy fence of a house, runs through the yard, climbs another fence, runs through more yards.

 

EXT.  PUBLIC PARK   NIGHT

 

Eventually, he’s in the park again next to the pond.  He pulls off the panty hose, stuffs a rock into them, and flings them into the water.

 

He retrieves his bike from the spot where he left it and starts pushing it along the sidewalk.

 

EXT.  THE RED DOG TAVERN   NIGHT

 

HENRY finds himself standing in front of The Red Dog.  Beer signs flash in the windows.  Pick-up trucks and motorcycles fill the parking lot. 

 

HENRY approaches one of the windows and looks inside.  The place is full of bikers and other rough-looking types.  HENRY keeps looking and finally spots MONA.  She’s carrying a tray of beer mugs and grinning flirtatiously at a table of bikers.

 

HENRY pushes through the door.

 

INT.  THE RED DOG TAVERN   NIGHT

 

HENRY makes his way through the crowd.  The place is noisy and full of smoke.  He has his paintball gun hanging from his belt.

 

BIKER 1

Hey, kid, no guns in here.

 

BIKER 2

Since when?

 

BIKER 2 lifts a large revolver from beneath his table.  People laugh.

 

HENRY approaches MONA.

 

HENRY

Mom, you did it.

 

MONA

What are doing here?  You can’t

be here.

(her anger rising)

You trying to get me fired, huh?

 

You little shit.

 

HENRY

I tried to get you the money.

 

MONA

Will you get out of here.  Go

home.

 

HENRY

Mom.

 

HENRY starts crying.

 

MONA

(softening a

Little)

Go on.  I’ll be home after closing. 

Go home and go to bed.

 

BARTENDER

Hey, get that kid outta here!

 

MONA

I gotta work.

 

MONA rushes away.

 

HENRY makes his way through the crowd, getting pushed and bumped.

 

BIKER WOMAN 1

Hey, Linda.  There’s a young one

for ya!

 

LINDA

Jesus, talk about jail bait.

 

HENRY pushes out through the door.

 

EXT.  THE RED DOG TAVERN   NIGHT

 

HENRY stops after he steps outside and watches a police car cruise past slowly.

 

EXT.  THE WALES HOUSE   NIGHT

 

HENRY pushes his bike up the driveway and enters the house.

 

FADE OUT:

 

FADE IN:

 

INT.  HENRY’S BEDROOM/WALES HOUSE   LATE MORNING

 

HENRY wakes up in his bed, looks at the clock on his nightstand, and sees that he has slept late. 

 

Then he hears MONA and DOG in the living room.

 

DOG

So you gonna do it today?

 

MONA

Damn right I am.

 

HENRY gets out of bed.  His body is sore and banged up.  He still has on the clothes he wore yesterday.    He staggers into the living room.

 

INT.  LIVING ROOM/WALES HOUSE   LATE MORNING

 

MONA and DOG are drinking beer.

 

DOG

(lifting a beer

can)

Cheers, baby.

 

MONA

(noticing HENRY)

Jesus, kid.  You look like hell.

 

DOG

I hope the other guy looks worse.

 

MONA

If the other guy looks any worse,

he’s dead.

 

MONA laughs.

 

HENRY

You’re in a good mood.

 

MONA

No thanks to you.  What was the

idea coming in the Red Dog like

that last night?  You trying to

get me fired?

 

DOG

Who cares?  It worked out for you,

babe.  I told ya the tips would be good.

 

MONA

Oh yeah.  Plenty for what I need.

 

HENRY

You got your money for that

operation?

 

MONA

Yeah, kid. 

(laughing) 

Your ole mama’s gonna live.

 

DOG

Yeah.  And with the meanest-lookin’

pussy cat on her belly of any babe

in America!

 

MONA

Hey, that’s an idea.  About the kitty can be layin’ on an American flag.

 

DOG

Real patriotic.  Just don’t go showin’ it off to the troops.  You’re my old lady.

 

HENRY

What are you guys talking about?

 

MONA

Nothin’.

 

DOG

Her operation.

 

HENRY

What?

 

DOG

Your mama’s getting’ a tattoo,

kid.