Never Get Enough
by: Kimberly A. Greaney
current revisions by: kimberly a. greaney
© Kimberly A. Greaney All Rights Reserved
INT. MR. RICO'S Vehicle - NIGHT
RICO is a well-known marijuana dealer in the neighborhood who goes by the name MR. RICO. He is a tall, healthy man who wears a different 5150 cap and matching air force ones everyday.
SOPHIA is a beautiful young woman from Colombia. She has long, straight, dark hair and a perfect body. Her eyes sparkle no matter the weather.
Sophia sits quietly in the passenger seat of their SUV as Mr. Rico hits a fat joint driving down a dark, downtown street outside of their neighborhood. The road is wet from the rain earlier in the evening and the streetlights that work shine dimly.
There are police sirens in the near distance. Mr. Rico hits the joint again and passes it to Sophia.
They pass a stray dog sniffing around for food.
Sophia hits the joint.
They pass a car full of people parked on the side of the road filled with smoke. Sophia takes another puff and passes it back to Mr. Rico.
They pass a bum sleeping on the bench at a bus stop.
Mr. Rico inhales the weed.
A streetlight flickers ahead.
There is a man in the near distance dressed in dark clothing making his way out from between two tall buildings. He is heading down the sidewalk towards the gutter, hunched over, holding his right arm across his stomach.
MR. RICO
Is that DRE?
Mr. Rico hits the joint again and holds it out to Sophia.
SOPHIA
Dre?
MR. RICO
Yeah, you know. Dre from high school.
Sophia grabs the joint and squints her eyes in the man's direction while she takes a puff.
SOPHIA
It is. What's he doing out here? He looks hurt. Pull over.
Mr. Rico stops in the street next to Dre and rests his right elbow on the center console, slightly leaning over Sophia.
MR. RICO
Are you all right?
Dre is still slightly crouched over holding his stomach, but there is no sign of blood.
DRE
No, I'm not. I need to get to a hospital. Somebody just stabbed me.
Mr. Rico puts his SUV in park and jogs around the vehicle to Dre.
MR. RICO
Come on get in the car.
Mr. Rico opens the back, passenger door for Dre propping him up by his arm.
Sophia takes a last drag of the joint and tosses it out of the window.
An unattractive car, playing loud rap music speeds by full of people. Mr. Rico, Dre and Sophia all look in their direction.
MR. RICO (cont'd)
Is that them?
DRE
No the guy was by himself…in a black car.
Mr. Rico continues to prop Dre up into the vehicle.
MR. RICO
You got it?
DRE
Just push me in a little more.
Mr. Rico pushes Dre into the backseat some more. Dre quickly flicks out a knife and holds it up to Mr. Rico's throat.
DRE (cont'd)
You know you aren't the only slick motherfucker around here. Get in the back!
INT. GOTCHA'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
GOTCHA and ROB sit in the dark with candles burning.
Gotcha has a small one-bedroom apartment.
ROB
You think everything's all right?
Rob rubs his hands together trying to get warm.
GOTCHA
Yeah, Dre knows what he's doing.
ROB
I know he knows what he's doing, but Rico isn't no joke.
GOTCHA
Man, fuck Rico! How many times do I have to tell you he ain't shit.
ROB
He isn't shit to who? The last time I checked he was the man around here.
GOTCHA
The man? You might as well bend over and put the KY on yourself. I'm a take all this shit over. Watch.
ROB
Awe, you're tripping now. You can't even pay your electric bill and you think you're just gonna take some shit over?
GOTCHA
You're the one tripping. Don't question me!
ROB
All right big chief don't take over the world now.
GOTCHA
If everything goes good tonight, I just might.
EXT. DESERTED HOUSE - NIGHT
Sophia pulls into the driveway of an old house with dead grass, a cyclone fence and looks abandoned. There are no lights on inside or outside of the house.
Their headlights shine down the dark driveway and a kitten scatters back into the darkness.
DRE
What the fuck is this?
SOPHIA
This is our house.
DRE
Stop fucking around bitch and go to your house before I cut this motherfucker!
Dre begins to look nervous as he tightens his grip on the knife.
MR. RICO
Oh, you want to pull a knife out on me and disrespect my house. What the fuck do you want from us?
DRE
I'm tired of these games! Take me to your fucking house now! I'm not playing around no more!
He looks at Sophia's eyes in the rear view mirror.
DRE (cont'd)
You better tell your girl something before you end up minced.
MR. RICO
Where do you want her to go? You said go to our house so that's where she went.
Dre is silent in confusion for a moment.
DRE
Fuck! All right go to the door while I keep your man company.
Sophia turns around.
SOPHIA
Go to the door and do what?
DRE
Shut the fuck up don't get smart with me! Just walk up to the door, and we'll be right behind you!
Sophia gets out of the vehicle and shuts the door with the engine still running.
DRE (CONT'D)
Hold on. Come back and shut the car off.
Sophia opens back up the driver door and leans over the driver seat.
Dre begins to guide Mr. Rico out of the back door on the driver side.
Sophia cocks a pistol back and holds it up to the nap of Dre's neck.
SOPHIA
Now who's getting minced? Drop the
knife or I'll blow your fucking brains out.
DRE
Come on now baby girl, you know it's not like that.
SOPHIA
Oh, now it's not like that? Drop the knife.
Dre looks at Mr. Rico, then back at Sophia. Sophia does not take her eyes off of Dre.
SOPHIA (cont'd)
I'm not scared to shoot you. Make one wrong move and I'll pull this trigger.
DRE
You shoot me. I cut him. It's on you baby girl.
Dre smirks.
DRE (cont') (CONT'D)
Whatever you want to do.
SOPHIA
You know what I've always hated?
Sophia says as she realizes one of Rico's friend's they call GOLDIE, has just turned the corner in a well-known car. Goldie wears gold teeth that read G-O-L-D-I-E across his six upper gold teeth. His hair is always braided and his solid white t-shirts and Nike's always look fresh.
DRE
What's that?
SOPHIA
People calling me baby girl.
Dre grins.
DRE
Oh really baby girl? Well I guess
I'm a lucky man than huh?
SOPHIA
Not that lucky faggot.
DRE
What’d you say to me?
Goldie sees Mr. Rico's car and parks in front of the house on the sidewalk without realizing what the situation is.
Dre hears the loud muffler of the car and turns to look.
Goldie turns off his engine and steps out of his car; he begins to walk toward the driveway.
Sophia takes advantage of the situation and [POP]; Sophia takes a shot at Dre, shooting him in the head.
Dre crumbles to the ground.
GOLDIE
Oh shit!
Goldie runs back to his driver side door and jumps back into his car, immediately driving off as Mr. Rico and Sophia rush to get into their SUV.
MR. RICO
Sophia get in the car!
Mr. Rico hops in the driver seat. Sophia hops into the backseat behind Mr. Rico.
Their tires squeal as they back out of the driveway and quickly desert the street.
INT. MR. RICO & SOPHIA'S Home - DAY
Mr. Rico wakes up to the smell of a home-cooked breakfast.
SOPHIA (O.S.)
Paaapi…
Sophia's voice drags on.
SOPHIA (cont'd)
Are you awake?
Sophia is coming down the hallway with one of Mr. Rico's button-up, oversized, dress shirts on and breakfast on a platter. Her hair is tossed up.
Sophia comes around the corner of the bedroom doorway.
SOPHIA (cont'd)
Good morning. Did you sleep well?
Mr. Rico lets out a moan as he sits up and stretches his arms.
MR. RICO
Yeah, I did.
Sophia places the breakfast tray on Mr. Rico's lap.
MR. RICO (cont'd)
Thanks for last night baby.
Sophia sits on the foot of Mr. Rico's side of the bed.
SOPHIA
You know I got your back.
Sophia smiles at Mr. Rico.
MR. RICO
I know you do. You didn't have to kill him though.
SOPHIA
It's either kill or get killed right? You're not mad at me are you?
MR. RICO
I'm not mad. But can I ask you something?
SOPHIA
Anything.
MR. RICO
How come I'm more surprised than you?
SOPHIA
Well, you know I grew up in a rough neighborhood in Colombia and I didn't have the best parents, or the best of anything. I guess it doesn't surprise me very much because part of me is immune to things like that.
MR. RICO
You're right. I'm just tripping.
Sophia gets off of the bed.
SOPHIA
All right. I'm going to get in the shower.
She leans over and kisses him on the cheek.
MR. RICO
Yeah, get that ass in the shower so I can hit that.
Mr. Rico playfully taps Sophia's ass.
Sophia giggles as she walks to the bathroom in their bedroom.
Sophia gets into the shower.
Mr. Rico dials a number on his house phone and holds it up to his ear.
INT. Police SURVEILLANCE VAn - DAY
Two AGENTS sit in the back of an unmarked van down the street from Mr. Rico's home. They are monitoring Mr. Rico's calls and eating powdered donuts. AGENT 1 is slender and geeky looking. AGENT 2 is round and stands about 6'0".
A phone on the recording rings.
AGENT 1
We've got something.
Agent 1 puts the headphones up to his ears. Agent 2 stuffs the rest of the donut into his mouth and gives his undivided attention to the recording while he chews with white powder around his mouth.
RECORDING:
GOLDIE (V.O.)
What's up boss?
MR. RICO (V.O.)
I need a favor.
GOLDIE (V.O.)
What's that?
MR. RICO (V.O.)
You with Gotcha?
Goldie (V.O.)
Nah, he'll be back in a minute though.
Mr. Rico (V.O.)
Good. I need you to find out where
this motherfucker Dre got my routes and who else was involved. And don't mention anything to Gotcha, he's been acting real funny lately.
Goldie (V.O.)
I'm all over it.
Mr. Rico (V.O.)
All right. Down.
Goldie (V.O)
Down.
The phone line disconnects.
AGENT 2
So what do we do now?
Agent 1 turns the recorder off and puts the headset up.
AGENT 1
Now, we find this guy Gotcha. Obviously Mr. Rico doesn't trust him.
Agent 1 calls AGENT SILVA on his walkie-talkie.
AGENT 1 (cont'd)
We just had a phone call here. We need track somebody down.
CUT TO:
INT. AGENT SILVA'S VEHICLE - DAY
AGENT SILVA sits in his black, four-door sedan, not far from the Agents van. He is dressed in a suit and black glasses.
Agent Silva talks back into the walkie-talkie.
AGENT SILVA
One a Rico's boys'?
INT. Police SURVEILLANCE Van - DAY
AGENT1
Yeah, goes by the name Gotcha. He's a possible informant.
INT. AGENT SILVA'S VEHICLE - DAY
AGENT SILVA
I'm on it.
Agent Silva places the walkie-talkie on his dashboard and starts his car.
INT. CHARLES' HOME - DAY
CHARLES sits in his recliner holding an old, framed picture of himself, Rosa, and Mr. Rico as a baby.
Charles' young niece, KANDICE, comes into the room wearing pajamas and leans on the arm of Charles' chair.
Kandice points to the guy in the picture.
KANDICE
Who's that Uncle Charles?
CHARLES
That's me more than twenty years ago.
KANDICE
Who's that?
Kandice points to the baby boy in the picture.
CHARLES
That's my son, Rico.
KANDICE
You have a son?
CHARLES
Sure do.
KANDICE
Where is he Uncle Charles?
CHARLES
Well Kandice, that's a long story.
KANDICE
Is he dead?
Charles chuckles.
CHARLES
Now what would give you a silly idea like that?
KANDICE
That's how most people end up around here isn't it? That's what my Mama used to tell me.
CHARLES
Who do you live with now?
KANDICE
Uncle Charles.
CHARLES
That's right. So I want you to erase everything your Mama ever told you and fill it in with Uncle Charles' thoughts okay?
KANDICE
Okay.
CHARLES
What are doing in here anyway? Don't you have to get ready for school?
Kandice smiles.
KANDICE
Yeah.
CHARLES
Go in there and get ready for school. And don't forget to brush those teeth.
kandice
Okay.
Kandice runs off down the hallway.
EXT. LIQUOR STORE - DAY
Mr. Rico pulls up to the corner liquor store where GOLDIE and Gotcha make money for him. Mr. Rico steps out of his SUV and walks toward Goldie and Gotcha.
There are cars driving by and a limited amount of people walking in and out of the liquor store and down the sidewalk.
MR. RICO
What's up with you?
Mr. Rico slaps hands with Goldie and Goldie slips Mr. Rico his money.
GOLDIE
Shit. Just out here getting that money. Any word on that shit that went down?
Mr. Rico then exchanges the same handshake with Gotcha, who also slips Mr. Rico his money.
GOTCHA
I know I heard about that. Did you find anything out yet?
Mr. Rico looks around as he is talking to make sure nobody is close enough to hear the conversation.
MR. RICO
Everything's taken care of. Just some dude trying to get over and didn't make it. Ya'll keep your mouths shut about that though. Goldie, come take a ride with your boy.
Mr. Rico and Goldie walk toward Mr. Rico's SUV. Mr. Rico turns around.
MR. RICO (cont'd)
And Gotcha, keep me on redial!
GOTCHA
You know it!
Gotcha mumbles under his breath.
GOTCHA (cont'd)
Keep you on redial my ass.
Mr. Rico and Goldie get into Mr. Rico's vehicle.
Mr. Rico starts up his SUV and the beat from the rap music is so deep it vibrates the windows of the liquor store.
Mr. Rico drives off into the streets.
INT. MR. RICO'S Vehicle - DAY
GOLDIE
So what's up?
Goldie eyes a couple of cute girls walking down the sidewalk.
MR. RICO
We may have a problem.
Goldie gives his attention back to Mr. Rico.
Mr. Rico grips the steering wheel tightly and looks stressed as he glares out his windshield.
GOLDIE
What kind a problem?
MR. RICO
I haven't been able to get a hold a Uno for days now. Something must be wrong. He's never just disappeared like this before.
GOLDIE
So what are we gonna do?
Mr. Rico stops at a red light and continues to glare out the windshield avoiding eye contact with Goldie.
Cars pass through the intersection.
MR.RICO
I don't know but we have to figure
something out fast before we run out a everything.
Goldie squints his face and looks at Mr. Rico.
GOLDIE
Everything? What we got left?
Mr. Rico gives Goldie a disappointing look and turns his face back to the windshield before answering.
MR. RICO
What you got. That's what we got left.
The light turns green and Mr. Rico puts his foot on the gas pedal.
GOLDIE
Shit.
Goldie puts his eyes back on the road.
MR. RICO
Yeah tell me about it. We need to make some moves, fast. You ever find anything out about that Dre situation?
GOLDIE
I been asking around. Word is, Gotcha knew him back in the day.
MR. RICO
Gotcha knew Dre?
GOLDIE
That's what the word is.
MR. RICO
Hmm. Isn't that some funny shit?
INT. ROSA'S Home - DAY
ROSA rocks in her chair as she watches television and laughs out loud.
ROSA is wearing a long, floral, nightgown and slippers with her hair wrapped up in a silk headscarf.
There is a loud knock on the front door
ROSA
Who is it?
Rosa gets out of her recliner and begins walking to her front door. No one answers.
ROSA (cont'd)
Who is it?!
Still no one responds. Rosa looks out of her peephole and mumbles.
ROSA (cont'd)
Who the hell is this?
Rosa unlocks her front door and opens it, leaving the screen door shut. She still does not recognize this man's face through the screen.
The man is husky, wearing a creased hat, collared shirt and khaki's.
ROSA (cont'd)
Can I help you sir?
CHARLES
It's me. Charles.
Rosa puts her seeing glasses on, which are hanging around her neck.
ROSA
Charles?
Rosa opens the screen door.
Charles removes his hat and holds it with both hands.
ROSA (cont'd)
What the hell are you doing here?