Red Right Hand: MASTERMIND SCREENPLAY - PAGE 14
*He is not a secret agent. Not at all.

 

MASTERMIND SCREENPLAY - PAGE 14



  • EXT. SKANKYTOWN - DAY
  • A big concrete block of a strip joint. Sign promises sports television and an all-you-can-eat lunch buffet.
  • INT. SKANKYTOWN - DAY
  • Sparsely populated with somewhat icky PATRONS and the STRIPPERS not good enough for the night shifts. Delgado sits at the stage eating lunch, staring up at either the a stripper with track marks or at the Cubs/Dodgers game. Possibly both.
  • BRAD (O.S.)
  • If you were anybody else, I’d say you were a rude, stuck-up asshole.
  • DELGADO
  • I am.
  • BRAD (30s, FBI poster boy) takes a seat beside Delgado.
  • BRAD
  • We were having cake. Big “Congrats, Brad” on it and you walk out and come here. Real d-bag move, Tony.
  • Delgado nods. He takes out a fold of singles. Delgado reaches out and pushes it down.
  • DELGADO
  • Don’t. Then she’ll never leave.
  • Brad takes the advice.
  • BRAD
  • You think it should have been you getting the A.D. gig instead getting this close to a four-bagger?
  • Holds his fingers imperceptibly close together.
  • DELGADO
  • Don’t you?
  • BRAD
  • Yeah. I do. Mastermind aside, you are one bad-ass G-man.
  • Brad snags a french fry.
  • BRAD (CONT’D)
  • Them using that Mastermind crap against you, that was bullshit.
  • DELGADO
  • They said I was casting a bad light on the Bureau. That I basically planned the Lavulite job for him. That I failed to-- Masterschmuck saved me from his bomb because he thinks it’s better to have me chase him than not.
  • BRAD
  • None of the rest of us could even keep up with that comic-book reject.
  • (bites off some fry)
  • Oh my God, this...really good.
  • DELGADO
  • I don’t come here for the talent.
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