The Vegas over-under line of rewrites for this script is thirteen. I’m taking the over.

There’s nothing original here and all the characters are clichés so far. Basically, I’m using a gimmick at the conclusion to help separate it from other movies, but will anyone care by then? Since I won’t have the budget to use action scenes to make this script different from others, I’ll have to develop all the main characters and make them original and interesting, so that people fall in love with them, to make this a good script.

Also, I’ve resigned to the fact that I don’t have enough material to get to ninety, so Dino is a character that I’m adding. I killed him quickly in early drafts of mine, but I’m going to add him to the plot line somehow.

For those that are actually following along, I’m not trying make a mobster movie, it just appears that way so far. If I were to pick a movie that I was fashioning this upon, it would be Scott Frank’s The Lookout. It’s a solid action drama with some great interesting characters and terrific acting. I’d love for this to be that good.

(Pages 15, 16 & 17)
INT. DINO’S HOUSE

A nice modest house. Very clean and neat.

Dino walks in the front door.

DINO
Liz? LIZ?

LIZ
What? I’m in the kitchen.

Dino walks into the kitchen.

LIZ, 40s, very attractive, is sitting at the kitchen table with a half drunk bottle of liquor and a half empty glass in her hand. Her mascara has run down her face from her crying.

Dino leans against the kitchen wall.

DINO
I’m sorry, babe.

LIZ
Yeah, we’re all sorry after the fact.

DINO
I never meant to hurt you.

LIZ
How the fuck is sticking your dick in another bitch not supposed to hurt me?

There’s a several second pause.

Dino sits down at the table next to Liz.

DINO
I’m in the worst kind of trouble and I don’t know what to do and I know I don’t deserve it, but I need your strength to help me make it through.

LIZ
I don’t have enough strength to help the kind of trouble you’re in, Dino.

DINO
You know?

LIZ
Yeah. Jimmy’s goons were here. What did you do?

DINO
I borrowed some money and I can’t afford to pay it back.

LIZ
How much?

Dino just sits there, not wanting to answer.

LIZ
How much, Dino!?

DINO
A hundred grand.

LIZ
A hundred grand? A hundred grand?

Liz gets out of her chair and starts pacing around the kitchen with her half drink in her hand.

LIZ
A hundred fucking grand, Dino!? What the fuck do you need a hundred grand for? Where’s the money? What did you spend it on?

DINO
It’s gone, Liz. Does it really matter where I spent it.

LIZ
Yeah, it matters. Where is it?

DINO
I bought a house.

LIZ
A house? How the fuck do you buy a house without my signature?

DINO
It’s not in my name. It’s in hers.

LIZ
What? You gave some whore a hundred thousand dollar house? Get the fuck out.

DINO
Liz…

LIZ
I don’t believe you, I can’t trust you, I’m physically sick to my stomach now. I just want you to get the fuck out of here and I never want to see you again.

DINO
Please don’t do this to me, Liz. I need you.

LIZ
You don’t need shit but to get out of my house you fucking bastard!

Liz throws the rest of her drink in Dino’s face then throws the glass at him. It bounces off him and on to the floor. She starts smacking and pushing him.

LIZ
Get the fuck out! Get out! I hate you, motherfucker! I hate you! Get out!

Liz pushes Dino to the ground and has to fight to get up. Liz pushes him all the way to the front door.

LIZ
Get out, Dino, and I never want to see you again.

Dino manages to open the front door and steps out. He turns around.

DINO
I love you, Liz. I’m…

Liz slams the door on him.