Shut Up Frank By Kenny Tadrzynski

INT. BAR-NIGHT A few drunks are spread out through the bar. It’s a slow night. One man dressed in a nice suit sits alone drinking. He is in his early 30’s. His name is MITCH. Another man in his 50’s is hassling a bar patron playing pool. His name is FRANK. FRANK looks used up, big guy, strong, not fat. He’s pushing the pool player. FRANK You didn’t call the pocket! FRANK reaches up to the light dangling above the pool table trying to grab at the money that rests on top. MITCH sits quietly from a far and laughs. CORNELIUS I did so! Pull the dick out of yer ears! Eight ball corner pocket! FRANK You son of a The phone in the bar starts ringing, the bartender answers. BARTENDER (Sighs) Frank! Knock it off! Here, it’s the phone for ya. FRANK I’m busy! Tell them to call later. BARTENDER I ain’t your fuckin secretary! Come take it ya mean old bastard, it’s yer wife! Mitch is sitting watching this all unfold, laughing to himself. Frank see’s Mitch. FRANK Problem friend? Mitch puts his hands in front of him and shakes his head "No". Frank turns to the guy he was arguing with. FRANK Don’t move! I want that money! Frank walks over to the phone.

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FRANK (PHONE) What? Uh-huh... I told ya, I’ll be home when i feel like it.... What?! No, fuck no! Make something different! I’m not eating that shit again! Whatever... Cornelius grabs the money and runs out the door. FRANK (PHONE) Hey! Hey, goddammit! That’s my money! what?! Not you ya dumb bitch, i just got robbed! Frank slams the phone down. FRANK Goddammit! BARTENDER You need to clam down or I’m cutting you off. FRANK Alright, alright. Mitch stands up and waves at Frank. MITCH Yo Frank! Hey, come take a seat with me. FRANK I know you pal? MITCH Not yet you don’t. You’re a cut up man, a real card. take a seat, lets chat. Drinks are on me. FRANK Fuck it, if you got the drinks. Set me up with two shots of whiskey and a brew barkeep. Frank walks over and takes a seat with Mitch. FRANK Who are you anyways? Never seen you here before.

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MITCH I’m..."Mitch". Yeah, call me Mitch. The Bartender comes over and hands Frank the drink. The last of the bar patrons leave the bar. It’s just Mitch, The bartender and Frank in there now. FRANK Alright "Mitch" why you buying me the drinks? You a fag or something? MITCH (Laughs) No, no... I’m here on a job. Been waiting for the place to clear out. I like to people watch. It’s part of my job. I’ve been watching the bartender, but you Frank. You’re a real hoot! He’s got it right, your a real mean bastard. FRANK And proud of it! MITCH (Laughs) That you are! Mitch raises his glass to cheers Frank, Frank does the same. Mitch looks around the bar, see’s no one is there but Frank and the bartender. MITCH Now comes the bad news Frank. FRANK (Laughs) What? No more drinks? Have i lost my appeal already? MITCH I’m guessing you lost that a long time ago. I told you i was here on a job. FRANK That you did. MITCH Well, my job is an unusual one. I’m what you call an assassin. It’s a (MORE) (CONTINUED)

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MITCH (cont’d) fancy way of putting it, I know. I like to go the more realist route and just call myself a killer. I mean, that’s what i am... why give it a fancy name? FRANK Right? Like strippers that call themselves "exotic dancers". I mean, a spades a spade. MITCH (Laughs) Something like that. so anyways, I’m a killer here on business. Here at this bar, and between you and me... Mitch leans in real close to Frank. MITCH The bartender over there is in it deep with a couple of local hoods. Owes 20 large, Hasn’t been paying, threatens to call the cops if the hoods hassle him. So here i am, I’m supposed to kill him. They don’t even want the money anymore, they just want to send a message. Frank leans back in his chair. FRANK Your gonna kill Bob? MITCH I’m gonna kill Bob... and you. FRANK Why me? MITCH You’re an asshole Frank. The world would be better without you. FRANK (Laughs) Nice one pal! Kill me? that’s rich, thatsMitch pulls out a gun and aims it at Frank.

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CONTINUED: FRANK Hey! what’s this? MITCH A gun. FRANK Don’t kill me! Come on! I’m not that bad of a guy, kill Bob, not me. MITCH Naw, I don’t really like you. FRANK I can change! I won’t be a dick anymore... I swear! Please! Mitch stands up aiming the gun at Frank. MITCH A spade’s a spade Frank.

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Mitch shoots Frank twice. Then immediately aims the gun at the bartender. Mitch approaches him. The bartender is frozen in fear. MITCH Tell me... how the hell did you put up with him? BARTENDER Why? Please don’t shoot. MITCH Answer my question. BARTENDER Frank was a regular. MITCH That much i gathered. What I’m asking is how did YOU put up with him! I was in here for all about an hour before i was fed up enough to kill him. So i repeat my question... how did youBARTENDER He bought a lot! Ok? He always paid! He was a goddamn regular! That’s all it takes for a bar owner. That’s what we’re looking for. (CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: MITCH That’s it? Okay... I knew he had no redeeming quality’s. BARTENDER He liked animals. MITCH He did? BARTENDER Yeah, it seemed like he hated people. But, animals... cat’s especially. He loved them. always taking in strays. I had to yell at him a few times for bringing them in here. MITCH No shit? Frank was a cat man. I’m a cat guy too. Not to many cat guys out there. BARTENDER I hate cats.

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Mitch looks at the bartender in a pissed off way. The bartender gets a worried look on his face knowing he just said the wrong thing. MITCH You’re one of those assholes that hates cats for the sake of hating them, huh? BARTENDER Aw man, come on! Listen, I’m allergic! MITCH Bye,bye Bob. Mitch shoots the bartender. He grabs a bottle of whiskey from behind the counter and walks over to Franks corpse. Mitch takes a swig from the bottle as he looks down at Frank. MITCH Frank...I didn’t know you liked cats.

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THE END

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