Script: License To Kill

A sidewalk café in New York City. A waiter walks out of the interior of the café and dusts tables with a bar towel. Harry motions to Claire to sit down. He is carrying a suitcase.

Waiter: "What’ll it be?"
Harry: "Coffee, dark and strong."
Claire: "Mineral water."
Mark arrives. He stands looking around.
Mark: "I’m here. I have it."
Harry: "Sit down."
Mark sits. The waiter brings mineral water and coffee.
Waiter: "What’ll it be?"
Mark: "Milk."
Waiter: "Plain milk?"
Mark: "Plain milk. Large."
Harry: "Will he be on time?"
Mark: "He’ll be here."
Harry: "He’s already late."
A jogger runs by.
Claire: "Who’s that?"
Harry: "Nobody"
Claire: "Anybody at all makes me nervous. I thought you said the street was empty this time of day?"
Harry: "Damn near, Babe, damn near."
Claire: "I’m just nervous. Never been involved with anything like this before."
Harry: "Just relax. We have it under control. I have the money, and Mark has the heat."
Claire: "I’m sorry I went along with this. What do you need me for anyway?"
Harry: "I already told you. You’re the equalizer. He won’t try anything with a dame here."
Mark: "I never carried before. Hey Claire, want to go hunting?"
Claire: "Yeah right."
Harry: "Don’t fuck around, he’ll be here any minute. You just be your own sweet self and smile a lot, you got that?"
Claire: "I got it, I got it."
Mark: "Who is this guy anyway?"
Harry: "He comes highly recommended. I did a couple of deals with his people before and it always worked out. He has connections."
Mark: "What kind of deals?"
Harry: "Small deals, jewelry mostly. Nothing big. But stop worrying. It’s going to be okay. The main thing is we are breaking into the big time, kids. This is reason to be happy, not worried."
Claire: "Happy, yeah."
Mark: "Happy?"
Harry: "Happy, yeah."
Claire: "Give me a break. This is the beginning of the end of us. I just have a bad feeling. We should have stuck to what we know."
Harry: "Look, we are going to be fixed for life after this deal. We’ll be set up."
Mark: "Don’t say "set up." Bad choice of words, man."
Harry: "What is it with you two?"
Claire: "Harry."
Mark: "Yeah, man, really."
Harry: "You guys need to calm down. Can you do that? Please?"
Claire: "I’ll try Harry."
Mark: "I’m cool, man."
Harry: "Okay then. We’re cool."
Waiter brings a tall glass of milk.
"Drink your milk."
Mark: "Yeah."
Claire: Laughing. "Hey you’ve got a milk moustache. You look like a little kid, Marko."
Mark: Wiping his mouth. "Cut it out. Milk’s good for you."
Claire: "I didn’t say it wasn’t. Don’t get sensitive on me."
Harry: "Will you two cut it out please."
Joe enters from stage left and sits down at the table. He is carrying a portfolio.
Joe: "So, Harry."
Harry: "Joe."
Joe: "Do you have it?"
Harry: "We have it."
Joe: "Why are these two here?"
Harry: "They’re my people."
Joe: "Lose them."
Harry: "I want them here."
Joe: "You want to do this business with me, you lose them now. No witnesses. This is confidential."
Harry: "Okay, okay. Guys, please take a walk for a few minutes. I’ll meet you at the car. It’s okay."
Mark: "Are you sure?"
Harry: "I’m sure. It’s okay. You can go."
Claire: "Good luck, Harry."
Harry: "Later, Claire."
Mark: "I don’t know about this Harry."
Harry: "It’s okay Mark. I’ve got this."
Claire: "Okay, Harry. We’re going to go now."
Harry: "Okay."
Mark: "Harry, I don’t know."
Harry: "Go, go."
Mark and Claire leave.
Joe: "So."
Harry: "It’s a lot of money. Is everything in order?"
Joe: "Everything is in order. I just need to go over some paperwork with you."
Harry: "What paperwork? It’s all supposed to be ready to make a simple exchange."
Joe: "Don’t start with me."
Harry: "Me?"
Joe: "You."
Harry: "I don’t like your attitude."
Joe: "Amateurs like you get on my nerves sometimes. Now decide to be serious, or we both go home. But understand, I am not going home empty-handed. I’ve done my part, now you do yours."
Harry: "What’s your problem, man? I’m just saying. I’m ready to make the exchange. But I need to know everything is in order. It’s supposed to be in order."
Joe: "Look, there are some things you don’t understand yet. But you will. First of all, you need to show me the money. Just slide the bag over to me."
Harry: "Wait a minute. Show me the paperwork first."
Joe: "First the money."
Harry: "It’s here. Here it is."
Joe: "Lemme see it."
Harry: pushes suitcase toward Joe.
Joe: Looking inside. "Looks good. Very good. Now then…" Laying papers out on table.
Harry: "I don’t really understand all this."
Joe: "You need to sign here, and here, and here…"
Mark returns with gun drawn.
Mark: "It’s okay Harry. I’m here."
Harry: "Mark!"
Joe: "What’s your problem, buddy?"
Mark: "I’m not gonna just leave you man."
Joe reaches in his pocket. Mark shoots him. Joe falls on top of papers on table.
Harry: "Damn it Mark, you just got blood all over our liquor license."
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