MEMPHIS
You okay -- ?

KIP
Totally. I'm fine. You want a beer,
man -- ?

MEMPHIS
Sure --
And Kip limps toward the refrigerator ... He comes back with two
beers ... Hands one to Memphis ... Glances at the TV --

KIP
you like Kobe's game? I do. You
think he's heir apparent to MJ? I do.
He speaks fluent Italian, you know? So he's
got that going for him --
And a cut on Kip's forehead starts to bleed ... Kip grabs a towel
... Presses it to his head --

MEMPHIS
You sure you're okay -- ?

KIP
Yeah, man. Where is your beer?
Memphis holds it up ... Kip nods ... There are a pile of IGNITIONS
on the table ... Kip picks one up, absently begins trying to strip
it...

KIP
Cool. So you're living up North?

MEMPHIS
Yeah -

KIP
I heard you were pumping gas -

MEMPHIS
Something like that -

KIP
You're kind of cultivating a new look.

MEMPHIS
Yeah --
Beat ... They watch the game ... Kip replaces the soaked towel
with another ...

MEMPHIS (cont'd)
Maybe you need a stitch --

KIP
Nah. It's a scratch.

MEMPHIS
Okay --
Beat ...

KIP
Hey, you want something to eat ?

MEMPHIS
What do you got ... ?
And Kip hoists himself painfully to his feet ... Limps over to the
'fridge ... Memphis watches him, a slight grin at Kip's attempt at
cool ... Kip peers into the 'fridge ...

KIP
Not much. I got olives. You like
olives?
Kalamata olives rule, I think. Ma likes
the Calabrese. It's more mellow
And he brings over a bowl of olives.

MEMPHIS
There's certainly a time and a place
for a mellow olive -

KIP
Yeah, yeah. That's what I'm thinking --
And they nibble on them. Kip bites into one ... And the juice
stings his cracked lip ... But he disguises his grimace as an
appreciative nod...
And for a moment, they nibble olives and drop pits into an
ashtray... Then:

MEMPHIS
So what are you gonna do?

KIP
About what?

MEMPHIS
"About what?"

KIP
About Calitri? No worries, man.
I'll call him. He's a reasonable
dude ...

MEMPHIS
I can see that -
And Memphis glances out the window. To the crushed car. Kip
catches the glance, glances himself, chooses to ignore it.

MEMPHIS (cont'd)
You have everything ... under
control?

KIP
Yeah. He just wants to know I'm
still on it. He needs reassurance.
All these big swinging dicks do.
No worries. I won't let him get
into our Kool-Aid...
Kip shrugs ... Picks up another olive... Remembers the pain' of
the last one... Drops it back in the bowl ... Memphis is staring
at him, disgusted... Kip feels it ...

KIP (cont'd)
What -- ?

MEMPHIS
What happened to you?

KIP
What?
And now Memphis gets to his feet ... Paces the place...

MEMPHIS
You just got crushed in a car. You're
bleeding all over your self. And you
sit there - eating olives and talking
basketball, as if, at this very
moment, people weren't plotting
your demise ...

KIP
C'mon, man... My "demise..."
(chuckles)
Overreaction

MEMPHIS
"Over--" You know - I can maybe
understand, since I been gone, you
taking up this dumb-ass life of
crime, and for that I can partly
blame myself. But what is baffling
to me, is how, since I been gone,
you've become a complete and total
moron--

KIP
Hey, now -

MEMPHIS
He's gonna kill you -- !

KIP
I can handle it --

MEMPHIS
You can handle it?

KIP
I can handle it --

MEMPHIS
You can handle it?

KIP
I can handle it --

MEMPHIS
You?

KIP
Me.

MEMPHIS
You?

KIP
Me...
Beat ... Hold the look ... Kip shifts in his chair ... Even this
hurts... He tries to hide the wince ... Memphis goes to the
window, looks out at the harbor below... Beat ... Then:

KIP (cont'd)
Why? You think you can help me?
And he turns back to Kip ...

KIP (cont'd)
What can you do? You haven't done
anything in six years but pump gas
and go overall shopping. And
the cars, they've changed ...
There's new shit. Computer chip
keys and sophisticated alarms and
I don't think, an old guy, could much
bypass 'em...

MEMPHIS
You don't think so, huh?

KIP
Not really ... But you know... Maybe
I'm wrong ...
And the brothers look at each other ... In the pale glow of the
TV... For a long beat ... And then we'll CUT TO: