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			THE GRIND


			Shooting Script
			
			By David Hung

			June 9, 2001







  1            INT BAR-MORNING                                             1

               The room is dark and decrepit with sounds of muffled chatter
               bouncing off the paint chipped walls and the shuffling of
               poker chips crackling throughout. PHILIP, 24, unshaven, weary
               and defeated sits at a worn, ash covered table as he tries
               his luck at one last hand. Surrounding him sit a group of
               exhausted men hunched over, faces clouded by smoke and
               covered in early morning stubble. Phil sits silent and in
               disgust as he loses his last dime once again.

               X INT BAR STAIRCASE-MORNING

               He emerges in shock from the smoke filled room and stumbles
               awkwardly against the wall.

                                   PHIL
                         ..fuck, Phil.

               Looking at his watch,he lets out a long breath and begins to
               trot down the long wooden staircase.
2
               INT  CHARLIE'S APARTMENT-MORNING                        2

               The room is black with all but a small stream of light
               creeping through the blinds as CHARLIE, 25, clean cut and
               handsome is awoken by deafening pounding on his door.

                                   PHIL (O.S.)
                         Hey yo, Charlie!

               Charlie scratches the back of his head emphatically as he
               fumbles to find the light switch.

                                   CHARLIE
                         Yeah...?

               Squinting into the peephole he sees Phil on the other side
               with a cocky smile and waving a casual hello. Charlie takes
               a step back and pauses for an uncomfortable moment before
               finally opening the door.

                                   PHIL
                         Charles!

               The door has barely been unchained before Phil pushes it wide
               open and pulls Charlie in to embrace him.

                                   PHIL
                                (continuing)
                         How the fuck you been, man?

                                   CHARLIE
                         Good...Phil..I uhh...I've been
                         good.How have you been? How's Kelly?

                                   PHIL
                         Ahh...you know. Same old thing. But
                         you,... Charlie, look at you.

               Phil brushes the lint off of Charlie's faded old t-shirt and
               casually wipes it off his hand before continuing.

                                   PHIL
                                (continuing)
                         I gotta tell ya man..you look like
                         shit. Just get off work?

                                   CHARLIE
                         Couple of hours ago. Corey called in
                         sick in the middle of my shift. Got
                         stuck doing a double.

               Paying Charlie no attention, Phil walks around the room,
               unamusingly looking at the messy apartment.

                                   PHIL
                         Hmmm? I don't know if that's it.

                                   CHARLIE
                         Well it is 7:00 in the morning.

                                   PHIL
                         Man the army's been up for like,..12
                         hours or something already, alright?
                         So..don't even give me that. They've
                         had their fuckin morning breakfast
                         and did all that marching banjo shit
                         and still had time for..god knows
                         what else those fuckers do.

                                   CHARLIE
                         Ok,..ok,..you're right.

               Phil quickly skims through a stack of cd's and uncaringly
               tosses them one after another back onto the desk.

                                   PHIL
                         Of course I'm fuckin right..but
                         hey..who am I to compare? Those guys
                         got nothing better to do than shave
                         their heads and..and..butt fuck the
                         recruits so..Unless you're into that.

                                   CHARLIE
                         No..no. Not that I'm aware of.

                                   PHIL
                         Well you never know these days. Why
                         the fuck are you still working at
                         that place anyways? The pay is shit,
                         the hours are brutal and Sid..oh my
                         god Sid is the biggest fucker ever.
                         I mean, that's the main reason why I
                         quit or else I would have ended up
                         killing the guy. Swear to God.

                                   CHARLIE
                         You were fired, Phil

                                   PHIL
                         I was?..huhh..maybe that's why he
                         wouldn't give me that reference.

                                   CHARLIE
                         Yeah. Maybe.

                                   PHIL
                         Oh well,..fuck it. Got coffee?

3
               INT CHARLIE'S KITCHEN-MORNING                           3

               Charlie carefully scoops heaping tablespoons of coffee grinds
               into two deep black mugs.

                                   CHARLIE
                         Black?

                                   PHIL (O.S.)
                         What's that?

                                   CHARLIE
                         Your coffee.

4
               INT CHARLIE'S APARTMENT-MORNING                         4

               Phil stands at the desk staring at an old photo of the two of
               them from a few years back.

                                   PHIL
                         Umm..yeah..black.

5
               INT  CHARLIE'S KITCHEN-MORNING                          5

               Pouring the cream, all that is heard in the silence is the
               occasionally pinging against the mug from the spoon.

                                   CHARLIE
                         So how much did you lose?

6
               INT  CHARLIE'S APARTMENT-MORNING                        6

               Expecting the question, Phil looks over at Charlie leaning
               against the kitchen doorway.

                                   PHIL
                         ...I dropped it all.

               Charlie stares blank faced at the wall and frustratingly
               slides his hand down his long face.

                                   PHIL
                                (continuing)
                         What can I tell, ya? One minute I'm
                         stacked to the tits in chips and then
                         BAM the next thing you know I'm
                         fuckin stuck for all I gots.

               Phil looks away and shakes his head.

                                   CHARLIE
                         What were you playing loose? Throwing
                         chips away or what?

                                   PHIL
                         No, tight. So tight. I'm talking..I
                         was a rock...made a couple of early
                         moves..but..no..no. Solid I swear.

                                   CHARLIE
                         Then what happened?

                                   PHIL
                         I don't know, man. I was getting
                         tired and shit. Then Paki Paul comes
                         around and he keeps check raisin' my
                         ass ...
                                (beat)
                         I was gettin so fuckin pissed off!

                                   CHARLIE
                         Oh, Phil! You know better than that.

                                   PHIL
                         Yeah I know but, its just, I was
                         gettin monster hands, just couldn't
                         lay them down..fuck..

               Beat.

                                   CHARLIE
                         Who was all there?

                                   PHIL
                         The usuals..Chow and his
                         crew..Adam..B..Frank..the guys a
                         major fuckin putz.

                                   CHARLIE
                         Which Frank?

                                   PHIL
                         Fat Frank.

                                   CHARLIE
                         ...Fat Frank?

                                   PHIL
                         Yes. Frank. Fat Frank! The guy from
                         out West. Glasses? Cowboy boots?

                                   CHARLIE
                         Ooohhh!! You mean Hollywood Frank!

                                   PHIL
                         Hollywood Frank, Fat Frank. Same
                         shit, same fuckin Frank, same fuckin
                         putz.

               Charlie backs way from the confrontation stares into his mug
               swirling the coffee around its brim.

               (beat)

                                   PHIL
                                (continuing)
                         Look, Charlie..I'm just gonna come
                         out and ask you, alright?

                                   CHARLIE
                         Alright.

                                   PHIL
                         You got any coin you can lend me
                         there?..I mean..I know I still owe
                         you from last time..but...I gotta get
                         back..and..you know how it is.

               Charlie stands up from the floor and hands Phil his coffee.

                                   CHARLIE
                         No I'm sorry, I don't, Phil.

               Charlie strolls over to the window and open the curtain.

                                   PHIL
                         You don't,..or you won't, Charlie?

               Charlie turns around and looks hard at his old friend.

                                   CHARLIE
                         I won't, Phil.

               Charlie sips his coffee staring out the window as Phil sits
               baffled.

                                   PHIL
                         Wait..wait...am I missing something
                         here? I'm tapped, Charlie. Bone dry.
                         I'm fucked. I don't have nothing
                         left.

                                   CHARLIE
                         You don't have anything left.

                                   PHIL
                         Yeah.

                                   CHARLIE
                         No..what I mean is..you have to say;
                         "I don't have anything left" you
                         can't say:"I don't have nothing
                         left". Its a double negative.

                                   PHIL
                         Oh. "a double negative". I see. How's
                         this for a double negative;fuck you,
                         Charlie.How's that?

                                   CHARLIE
                         I'm just saying..

                                   PHIL
                         No. Don't just say anything. This
                         isn't fuckin special ed class. Say
                         this; "Here you go, Phil..here's
                         some money to save your ass,cuz I'm
                         not a total fuckin dick and I don't
                         want to see my friend, ME, get his
                         ass kicked".

                                   CHARLIE
                         And why would you get your ass
                         kicked?

                                   PHIL
                         "Why?" What do you mean "why?" That's
                         not the fuckin point,Charlie.

                                   CHARLIE
                         What is your point?

                                   PHIL
                         My point is that you can help out an
                         old friend here.

                                   CHARLIE
                         A friend? As in you? What the fuck is
                         that? You don't just show up at my
                         house after.. what..a year after
                         screwing me over last time..wake my
                         ass out of bed at 7:00 in the morning
                         and then go barking orders around
                         expect me to be ok about it. I don't
                         expect shit from you, you don't
                         expect shit from me. Simple as that.

               Charlie stops midsentence and gives up. Downing the rest of
               his coffee he walks to the kitchen passing Phil who is trying
               hard to look away staring at the floor.

                                   CHARLIE
                                (continuing)
                         Look, I know what its like losing
                         your entire bankroll and having to
                         grind your way. I was down too. But
                         I never fucked anybody over in the
                         process. Never. We have been friends
                         a long time but you've screwed me
                         over once too often. I may have a
                         shitty job and maybe my bank account
                         isn't what it use to be... but I'm
                         not a sucker.

               Charlie raises his eyebrows and simply smiles, knowing Phil
               will have nothing to say in response as he turns and walks
               into the kitchen.

7
               INT  CHARLIE'S KITCHEN-MORNING                          7

               Charlie leans over the sink and quietly shakes his head to
               himself.

8
               INT  CHARLIE'S APARTMENT-MORNING                        8

               Phil sits silent and uncomfortably, staring around the room
               and not knowing what he should say or do.

9
               INT  CHARLIE'S KITCHEN-MORNING                          9

               Charlie rummages through his empty cupboards, spilling over
               expired jars of condiments pushing them on their sides.

                                   PHIL (O.S.)
                         I'm just gonna go.

               Startled, Charlie jumps up to see Phil at the doorway.

                                   CHARLIE
                         Yeah? O.k..

                                   PHIL
                         I should go check on, Kel. Probably
                         pissed that I haven't called.

                                   CHARLIE
                         Of course. You should call her.

                                   PHIL
                         Yeah,... well.

               The two stand there, nodding their heads, silent in the
               awkwardness before Phil realizes he is still holding the
               coffee mug.

                                   PHIL
                                (continuing)
                         Oh..uhh.thanks for the coffee.

                                   CHARLIE
                         No problem. Hey look. About what I
                         said earlier..I'm...

                                   PHIL
                         Hey..don't...

                                   CHARLIE
                          No, I mean..I don't think...you
                         know..maybe I was a little out of
                         line.

                                   PHIL
                         Hey, I know I can be an ass..so..

                                   CHARLIE
                         I'm sorry..

                                   PHIL
                         Charlie. It's ok.

                                   CHARLIE
                         Yeah?

               Phil grins and nods his head in acknowledgement as he
               casually taps a beat against the doorway with his hands.

                                   PHIL
                         Alright then..umm...I'd better go.

                                   CHARLIE
                         Hey wait...you wanna go grab some
                         breakfast or something?

                                   PHIL
                         Breakfast? No..you're tired I
                         shouldn't..

                                   CHARLIE
                         ..no..it's ok I'm never gonna fall
                         back asleep. Want to go to the Grill?

                                   PHIL
                         The Grill? Great, I'm starving.
                         Umm...why don't you shower, get
                         cleaned up. I'll go see Kel at the
                         shop and I'll come by in what...an
                         hour?

                                   CHARLIE
                         An hours good.

                                   PHIL
                         Cool. I'll see you then.

               Phil stands uncomfortably as he pats his jacket down
               nervously for his keys. Finally feeling them inside of his
               pocket, he gives Charlie one final nod as he heads out the
               door.

10               INT  CHARLIE'S APARTMENT HALLWAY-MORNING                10

               Phil slowly closes the door behind him, quietly banging his
               forehead against it letting out a long breath.

                                   PHIL
                                (continuing)
                         ...fuck, Phil.

11               INT  CHARLIE'S APARTMENT-MORNING                        11

               Fresh out of the shower is, Charlie throws on a pair of jeans
               and t-shirt.

12               INT  BUILDING STAIRCASE-MORNING                         12

               The echoe of thunderous footsteps slowly trotting up the old
               wooden staircase are heard as a long shadow is cast against
               the rotting wall.

13               INT  CHARLIE'S APARTMENT-MORNING                        13

               Charlie snaps on his watch and grabs his keys as he slides
               his wallet into the back of his jeans. Somewhat confused he
               pulls his wallet out from behind him and slowly cracks opens
               the folds to find it completely empty.

                                   CHARLIE
                         Fuck!

14               INT BUILDING STAIRCASE-MORNING                          14

               Phil, hunched over and exhausted begins to emerge from the
               bottom of the staircase as he heads towards the apartment at
               the top of the stairs. As he comes to the door, he stops and
               pulls out a crumpled wad of money from his pocket. Letting
               out a long deep breath, he knocks.

                                                        FADE OUT:

               THE END.



               Copyright 2001 by David Hung