Brethren pages 31-34

THOM
Remember when I said something like
an Effret could have burned those
bodies?

LINDSEY
Yeah.

THOM
Well, that's another something.

Thom starts walking away.

THOM (CONT'D)
And it gets worse.



EXT. RESTAURANT - DAY

Thom's car pulls up in front of an ethnic restaurant. Thom
and Lindsey exit.

LINDSEY
Are you going to tell me what's
going on?

THOM
Let's just hope I'm wrong.



INT. EFFRET RESTAURANT - DAY

Thom and Lindsey enter a smoke filled restaurant. Chicken
and meats grill over an open fire on one side. Patrons smoke
cigars and cigarettes. Waitresses serve the patrons, but
they ignore Thom and Lindsey.

Thom walks to a group of people at a table.

THOM
Hi, Dad.

MR. MCANN (60), relaxed and arrogant, smirks at Thom.

MR. MCANN
Oh look, it's my son. Join us for
a smoke?

A flame ignites in Mr. McAnn's hand.

Mr. McAnn lights a cigar with the fire.

THOM
I don't smoke.

MR. MCANN
Oh yes, it's bad for all the
humans, right?

A SMOKER (55), a well-dressed man, leans toward Thom.

SMOKER
And some of us don't mind a little
smoke either. Light me up, would
you?

Thom shifts uncomfortably.

Mr. McAnn lights the Smoker's cigar.

MR. MCANN
Here, he doesn't speak fire.

The people at the table laugh.

THOM
Hey, I need to ask you something.
Where is the treaty scepter?

MR. MCANN
The treaty scepter? Haha, oh, so
now you want to know about your
heritage?

THOM
You know where it is or not?

MR. MCANN
Those things would be kept in the
museum, go ask them.

Thom frowns and stands.

THOM
(to Lindsey)
Let's go.

Thom and Lindsey exit.

Mr. McAnn takes a puff on his cigar.

SMOKER
What's your son asking about?

MR. MCANN
Don't mind him, he doesn't know.
We call people like him a burnt
marshmallow.

The Smoker seems confused.

MR. MCANN (CONT'D)
Fire on the outside, white in the
middle.

All the people at the table laugh.



INT. STAPLES CENTER - LAKERS LOCKER ROOM - DAY

Vlad sits in front of his locker. A few other players,
including Jackson, sit around Vlad. A worker walks by.

WORKER
Fan mail.

The worker drops a small bundle in front of Jackson and the
other players.

JACKSON
Hey, none for my man Vlady?

WORKER
Hang on.

The worker exits.

The worker returns with a large box full of letters and drops
it in front of Vlad. The worker exits.

JACKSON
Damn, vampire.

VLAD
Heh, thanks, but I'd like it better
if we didn't have to x-ray this
stuff first.

JACKSON
Hey, there's a lot of crazies out
there, we all got to watch
ourselves. Let's see what you got?

Vlad picks up a letter.

VLAD
Ok, let's see. Is floating with
the ball considered travelling?

JACKSON
Haha, what else you got?

Vlad picks up another letter.

VLAD
Do you ever want to suck the blood
from Kobe Bryant?

Vlad sets down the letter.

VLAD (CONT'D)
Nope, but maybe from coach.

Jackson laughs again.

Vlad picks up another letter.

VLAD (CONT'D)
Oh, from a vampire.

Vlad's expression falls.

VLAD (CONT'D)
Moving on.

JACKSON
Yo, what's going on?

VLAD
Oh, just another, "You shouldn't be
playing ball, you're disgracing our
culture," crap letter.

Vlad crumples up the letter and throws it across the room.

JACKSON
Yeah, my grandma used to say that
until I pulled up in my Bentley.

Vlad smiles.

JACKSON (CONT'D)
Don't worry about it, we got your
back.

Jackson points at the box of letters.

JACKSON (CONT'D)
Hell, most of LA's got your back.

VLAD
Thanks.

Jackson exits the room.



INT. STAPLES CENTER - HALLWAY - DAY

The worker stands in the hallway. Jackson walks up to the
worker.

JACKSON
Any today?

The worker hands Jackson a few pieces of paper.

JACKSON (CONT'D)
Damn. Ok, let the guys know.

The worker nods and walks away.

Jackson taps his feet and grits his teeth.