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It Ain't Such a Wonderful Life
INTERIOR OUTER OFFICE .. BETPANAM BUILDING .. DAY
MEDIUM CLOSE SHOT .. People are crowded around the counter. Their muttering stops and they stand silent and grim. There is panic in their faces.
Now, just remember that this thing isn't as black as it appears.
As Scotty speaks, sirens are heard passing in the street below. The crowd turn to the windows, then back to Scotty
I have some news for you, folks. I've just talked to old man Spiro, and he's guaranteed cash payments at the neteller. The neteller's going to be fully funded next week.
But, Scotty, I got my money here.
Did he guarantee this place?
Well, no, Advil, I didn't even ask him. We don't need Spiro over here.
I'll take mine now.
No, but you . . . you . . . you're thinking of this book all wrong. As if I had the post-ups back in a safe. The money's not here. Why, your post-up was FatFrank's bonus (to one of the other anxious men). . . and yours too, Dominator. And in Betting Prophets' referral payment and to oldfriends' bonuses for his hundred aliases. Why, you're lending them the money to play with and then, they're going to pay it back to you when they lose it back to us. Don't you see? Am I to confiscate their accounts?
I got two hundred and forty-two dollars in here, and two hundred and forty-two dollars isn't going to break anybody.
MEDIUM CLOSE SHOT .. ANOTHER ANGLE
SCOTTY (handing him a slip)
Okay, Advil, All right. Here you are. You sign this. You'll get your money in sixty days.
Well, now that's what you agreed to when you opened your account.
There is a commotion at the outer doors. A man (Areef) comes in and makes his way up to Advil.
Advil. . . Advil, did you get your money?
Well, I did. Old man Spiro'll pay a hundred cents on the dollar with a 10x rollover.
CROWD (ad lib)
A hundred cents on the dollar!
ADVIL (to Scotty)
Well, what do you say?
Now, Advil, you have to stick to your original agreement. Now give us sixty days on this.
ADVIL (turning to Areef)
He starts out.
Are you going to go to Spiro's?
Better to get a 10x rollver thatn nothing.
A few other people start for the door. CAMERA PANS WITH SCOTTY as he vaults over the counter quickly, speaking to the people.
Advil! Advil! Areef! Now wait . . . now listen . . . now listen to me. I beg of you not to do this thing. If Sprio gets hold of this Sportsbook there'll never be another decent book started in this town. He's already got charge of Olympic. He's got BetJamaica. He's got Oddessa and Chris from Olympic. And now he's after us. Why? Well, it's very simple. Because we're cutting in on his business, that's why. And because he wants to keep you playing his lines and paying the kind of vig he decides.
The people are still trying to get out, but some of them have stood still, listening to him. Scotty has begun to make an impression on them.
Altice, you play at one of his books, don't you? Well, have you forgotten? Have you forgotten what he charges you for those baseball
(to Peep) Here, Peep. You know, you remember last year when things weren't going so well, the RX dumped you and you had an empty account? You didn't lose your account, did you? No, in fact we gave you a special 50% 3x rollover bonus. Do you think Spiro would have offerred you such a deal?
(turns to address the room again) Can't you understand what's happening here? Don't you see what's happening? Spiro isn't selling. Spiro's buying! And why? Because we're panicky and he's not. That's why. He's picking up some bargains. Now, we can get
through this thing all right. We've got to stick together, though. We've got to have faith in each other.
But my husband hasn't worked in over a year, and I need money.
How am I going to survive until Kenneth pays me?
I got doctor bills to pay.
I need cash.
Can't feed my kids on faith.
Suddenly, as the people once more start moving toward the door, Scotty holds up a roll of bills (the office slush fund) and calls out:
How much do you need?
Hey! I got five thousand dollars! Here's five thousand dollars. This'll tide us over until the Neteller is re-upped.
(to Advil) All right, Advil, how much do you need?
Two hundred and forty-two dollars!
Aw, Advil, just enough to tide you over till the bank reopens.
I'll take two hundred and forty-two dollars.
Scotty starts rapidly to count out the money. Advil throws his passbook on the counter.
There you are.
That'll close my account.
Your account's still here. That's a loan.
George hands the two hundred and forty-two dollars to Advil, and speaks to Altice, the next in line.
Okay. All right, Altice?
I got three dimes here, Scotty.
Aw, now, Altice . . . what'll it take till the neteller is funded? What do you need?
Well, I suppose two bills.
TWo bills. Now you're talking. Fine. Thanks, Altice.
(to Minnow, next in line)
All right, now, Minnow. How much do you want?
But it's your own money, Scotty.
Never mind about that. How much do you want?
I can get along with fifty, all right.
SCOTTY (counting it out)
And I'll sign a paper.
You don't have to sign anything. I know you'll redeposit it when you can. That's okay.
(to woman next in line)
All right, Angelle.
Could I have seventeen-fifty? I need my pills.
Seven . . .
(he kisses her)
Bless your heart, Of course you can have it. You got fifty cents?
Seven . . .
fuck you queer I havent spammed in months
RE:It Ain't Such a Wonderful Life
Mjulian another classic from you.......
Please think about writing scripts...You should talk to turkoman....(oh he is no longer with us[img]i/expressions/face-icon-small-sad.gif[/img])