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.