EXCERPT from pages 13-15

INT. JOSIE'S BAR - NIGHT

Riverfront dive of a bar.  Seedy.  Dank.

Idea of "live entertainment" consists of a lost tourist 
coming in for directions

TURK (30's; schemer with no plan) and GROTTO (early 40's; 
even less of a plan) throw down some suds.

		TURK
	Lissen grotto. Got the lowdown on 
	that gig on 49th.

Grotto pays more attention to his wings and beer.

		GROTTO
	Uh-huh.

		TURK
	If we want a piece of this action, 
	we got to move fast.

		GROTTO
	Uh-huh.

		TURK
	Ya with me on this?

		GROTTO
	Uh-huh--sure-Turk.
	    (beat)
	Uh, What about the boss?

		TURK
	Shaddup. He don't need to know about 
	it.  This is our score.  If he finds 
	out, he'll want a cut.

		GROTTO
	Cut our throats.

		TURK
	Shaddup, would ya. I take care of
	everything.

		GROTTO
	Then...there's the devil.

		TURK
	D-Devil?  Ya read too many comic
	books. Ain't no devil.

		GROTTO
	That's what Mickey thought. Got
	him in a rubber room upstate.

Looking to TV. Stained with smoke, dried beer.

		TURK
	Mickey always belonged in an asylum.
	     (to Josie)
	Yo Josie--How 'bouts a little volume?

JOSIE (50, heavyset barkeep) grunts--turns it up.

ON SCREEN: Newsanchor with image of FISK.

		NEWSANCHOR
	...met up with the legal partners of 	
        Murdock and Nelson earlier today.

ON SCREEN: EXT. LAW OFFICE OF MURDOCK/NELSON

FOGGY (35, jolly and carefree) answers questions while MATT 
stands motionless in background.

		FOGGY
	...can't go into any details at the 
	moment. We'll be meeting with Mr. Fisk's 
	associates to discuss the matter further.
	

SCREEN: Back to newsanchor desk.  Image of BULLSEYE.

		2nd NEWSANCHOR
	The daring escape from Riker's 
	Penitentiary earlier tonight was for 
	naught for the repudiated assassin 
	Benjamin Poindexter.  Though his 
	body has yet to be found, authorities 
	state chances of surviving the crash 
	and the forty degree waters of the 
	East River are slim. In other news...

WIDEN 

TURK and GROTTO continue to watch TV.

		TURK
	Damn!  Must be my birthday.  First
	this gig and now that freakin' whack 
        job biting the big one. 

		GROTTO
	Careful Turk. You don't...

		TURK
	--Shaddup Grotto--what you know?

Looking beyond Turk.

		GROTTO
	But...	

		TURK
	Ain't nothing you know that I don't
	know.  Bullsie was same way. Always
	thought he was the smart one.

Toasts his beer to the TV; very smug.

		TURK
	Yo Bulls--this one's for you.

Drinks his beer. Looks down. Puddle of water.

		TURK
	Ah man--what's this? Yo Jos--
	your plumbing sprung a leak.
	    (to Grotto)
	What...what the hell you staring at?

		GROTTO
	Uhhh...

Turk turns around.  Follows the trail of water to a pair of 
pant's leg--soaked.  Gazes up slowly.

Doesn't like what he sees.

		VOICE
	Hiya boys.

Copyright 1999 -- Terrence J. Brady
This is a work-in-progress. Please excuse any typos and/or formatting errors.

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