Goldenrod - 4.17.11 53.

EARL
Ill call you tomorrow if theres any
news. Dont worry about anything. And
dont talk to anyone else. You take care.

Jimmy nods and walks up the street towards Syds limo in the
distance.

INT. SYDS LIMO - CONTINUOUS

ROBERT
Come on, get in.

Jimmy enters. The limo drives off.

JIMMY
All you said was you wanted a
fucking ride! You didn't tell me
you killed that girl!

ROBERT
Jimmy...

JIMMY
I'm trying to put my life back
together. Okay, I appreciate you
helped us, but now youre pushing
it too far.

ROBERT
Its gonna be okay.

JIMMY
Like it was your ass sitting in
there? Like you know a fucking
thing about how its gonna be?

ROBERT
Weve got you the best criminal lawyer--

JIMMY
--Dont you got your own son for this?
Why the hell you didnt call him?

ROBERT
Cause he woulda fucked it up, okay?

JIMMY
Well Im sorry your sons a fuckin
idiot, but that aint my fault.

SYD
This isnt productive.
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JIMMY
Oh, okay. So tell us then, Syd,
what happens now?

SYD
We meet with Earl and we go from
there. I understand that right now
they dont have enough to charge
you with anything.

ROBERT
Your under suspicion.

JIMMY
Under suspicion? Motherfucker, Im Black!

ROBERT
I am aware of that.

JIMMY
And what exactly would you like me
to do about it?

SYD
(BUZZING the driver)
Gentlemen, my driver will take you
where you wanna go, but I cannot be
a party to this conversation, so
this is where I get out...

EXT. STREET

Syd steps out of the limo and watches as it rolls away up

Tenth Avenue.

INT. LIMO - CONTINUOUS

JIMMY
Why couldnt you have just stayed?

ROBERT
I couldnt.

JIMMY
Why not?

ROBERT
Because I have responsibilities.
And if I stayed there, a lot of
people wouldve been hurt.

JIMMY
Somebody was hurt.
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ROBERT
Other people, Jimmy. Ive got business
troubles, you understand...? People
rely on me.

Jimmy chews on this, dissatisfied.

ROBERT (CONTD)
Listen... I want to talk to you a second.
Come here. I wanna show you something.

Jimmy slides over to sit next to Robert.

ROBERT (CONTD)
Now, you know, your father asked me
to look after you.

JIMMY
Yeah.

ROBERT
Yeah, I know I messed up, alright?
Im sorry. But I do want to help
you, you know that.
(handing Jimmy the folder)
So Ive been able to set up a
situation for you.

JIMMY
Whats that?

ROBERT
Its a trust. In your name, assets
of $2 Million dollars. Take a look
at that.

JIMMY
(astounded)
Are you serious? You think moneys
gonna fix this?

ROBERT
What else is there?

Jimmy laughs, then rises and knocks on the limos partition.

JIMMY
(to the driver)
Yo, yo man, pull over.

ROBERT
(stares at him)
What are you gonna do?
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JIMMY
I look like a fucking snitch to you?

ROBERT
I dont know, Jimmy. I dont know.
Are you?

Jimmy laughs in disgust, begins to open the door.

ROBERT (CONTD)
Wait, wait, wait. Sorry. Just--
read it. Just take it home and read
it. Its not gonna hurt you.

Jimmy grabs the document and gets out. Robert stares ahead
into space. His CELLPHONE RINGS.

ROBERT (CONTD)
(agitated)
What?

CINDY (O.S.)
Ive got Chris Vogler from Fremaut
accounting, you asked me to
interrupt you.

ROBERT
Yeah, put him through...
(he hears Chris come on)
Chris...

CHRIS (O.S.)
Robert, I've run into some problems.
We're doing a non-recommend.

ROBERT
(bewildered)
What...?

CHRIS (O.S.)
They got compliance involved. I'm sorry.

ROBERT
Chris...

CHRIS (O.S.)
I've gotta go.

ROBERT
Chris? CHRIS! Goddamnit, Chris!