Catcher In The Rye Script

The Catcher in the Rye

SCENE 8:
Holden is in an elevator with a man in the elevator man's uniform.

Elevator Man:
(in whisper) Innarested in having a good time, fella? Or is it too late for you?

Holden:
(confused) How do you mean?

Elevator Man:
Innarested in a little tail t'night?

Holden:
(embarrassed) Me?

Elevator Man:
How old are you chief?

Elevator Man gives a frown.

Holden:
Why?

Holden straightens up, looking rather proud.

Twenty-Two.

Elevator Man:
(sounds disbelieving) Un huh… Well, how 'bout it? Y'innarested? Five bucks a throw. Fifteen bucks the whole night.

Elevator Man looks down at wrist watch.

Till noon. Five bucks a throw, fifteen bucks till noon.

Holden:
(says slowly) Okay.

Elevator Man:
(impatient) Okay what? A throw, or till noon? I gotta know.

Holden:
Just… Just a throw.

Elevator Man:
Okay, what room ya in?

Holden looks down at the red card the hotel lady gave him.

Holden:
Twelve twenty-two.

Elevator Man:
Okay. I'll send a girl up in about fifteen minutes.

Elevator Man opens the door, Holden gets out.

Holden:
Hey. Is she... she, good looking? I don't want any old bag.

Elevator Man shakes his head quickly, as if he'd never dream of it.

Elevator Man:
No old bag. Don't worry about it, chief.

Holden:
Um, who do I pay?

Elevator Man:
Her. Let's go chief.

Elevator Man shuts the door, and Holden has to move back before he gets hit. He goes to his room, and puts water in his hair, and begins checking himself out. He smells his breath, brushes his teeth quickly, and puts on another shirt.
He keeps walking around the room, waiting for this prostitute.

SCENE 9:

There is a knock on the door. Holden rushes to open it. When it opens, there is a woman in a green dress waiting for him.

Holden:
(says in sexy tone) How do you do?

The prostitute eyes him up and down.

Prostitute:
(says with sudden boredom) You the guy Maurice said?

Holden:
He the elevator boy?

Prostitute:
Yeah.

Holden:
Well, yes. Yes I am. Come in, won't ya? (nonchalant)

She gets in, and tosses her coat on the bed, then goes to sit on bed herself.

Holden:
Well, allow me to introduce myself. Heh, name's Jim Steele.

Prostitute:
Hmph. Ya got a watch on ya? How old are ya anyway?

Holden:
Me? Twenty-two.

Prostitute:
Like fun you are.

Holden looks amused.

Holden:
(sounds sarcastic) How old are you?

Prostitute:
Old enough to know better. (snorts) Ya got a watch on ya?

Prostitute starts to take off dress.

Ya got a watch on ya, hey?

Holden:
No… No… I don't. (says awkwardly) What's your name?

Prostitute:
Sunny. Let's go hey.

Holden:
Um. Don't you feel like, I don't know… Talking for a while?

Sunny looks at him like he's a freak.

You in a big hurry?

Sunny:
What the heck ya wanna talk about?

Holden:
I don't know. Nothing special. I just thought perhaps…

Holden sits down on chair.

You might care to chat for a while. Would you care for a cigarette now?

Sunny:
I don't smoke. Listen, if ya gonna talk, do it. I got things to do.

There is a long silence.

Holden:
(says finally) You don't come from New York, do you?

Sunny:
Hollywood.

Sunny begins walking around the room.

Holden:
Do you work every night?

Sunny:
Yeah.

Sunny stops and sits on bed again.

Holden:
Well, what do you do during the day?

Sunny shrugs her shoulders.

Sunny:
Sleep. Go to the shows.

Sunny looks at Holden.

Let's go, hey.

Holden:
(still awkward)
Look. I don't feel very much like myself tonight. I've had a rough night. Honest to God, I'll pay you and all, but do you mind if we don't do it? Do you mind very much?

Sunny:
What'sa matter?

Holden:
Nothing's the matter. (says nervously) The thing is, I had an operation very recently.

Sunny:
Oh yeah? Where?

Holden:
Oh my whatchamacallit- my clavichord.

Sunny:
Pft, yeah? Where the hell is it?

Holden:
The clavichord? Well,

Holden rubs his neck awkwardly.

Actually, it's in the spinal canal.

He points down to his spinal canal.

I mean it's quite a ways down in the spinal canal.

Sunny:
Right. Well.

Sunny sighs and stands.

Sunny:
Waste my time, will ya? Crazy-ass Maurice woke me up and I was having the best sleep of my life… Let's go hey.

Holden:
Um. Actually. I'm just gonna keep talking--

Sunny:
What the heck did you tell Maurice you wanted a girl for if you weren't going to fu--

Holden literally dashes towards his wallet, and pulls out a five dollar bill.

Holden:
I was in the mood then, but not anymore. Here. Here's the five. Take it, and be on your way.

Holden gives her the five dollar bill. Sunny looks at it blankly, before looking at Holden.

Sunny:
It's ten.

Holden:
Excuse me?!?

Sunny:
Ten dollars.

Holden:
Maurice only said ten. (calm)

Sunny:
Well, I don't know. Maurice said--

Holden:
It's five. Thanks a million. Goodbye.

Sunny mumbles something, before walking out of door.

SCENE 10 or whatever.

Some time passes, and Holden's just relaxing on his bed, starting to fall asleep when there's a knock on the door. Holden gets up to go and answer it.

Holden:
(in freaked out tone) Who's there?

No reply. Just a harder knock. Holden finally goes to open it to see Sunny and Maurice there.

Holden:
(voice shakes) Whats the matter? What do you want?

Maurice:
Nothing much… (appears nonchalant) Just… The five bucks you owe me.

Holden:
(stammers) I already paid her. I gave her five bucks.

Holden points to Sunny, who's looking away.

Ask her.

Maurice sighs and rubs his head, and leans against the doorway.

Maurice:
Ten bucks, chief. Ten bucks a throw, fifteen bucks till noon. I'm sure I told you that.

Holden:
(voice raises with panic) You did NOT tell me that, I know for a fact you said five bucks a throw, fifteen bucks till noon, okay? I remember you saying that clear--

Maurice:
Shut up, chief.

Maurice makes a gesture to Sunny, and then slams Holden into the wall, and punches him in face. Sunny rushes to go find wallet.

Maurice:
(calm) Should have just given me the money, man. Where's my money, man?

Holden:
(furious voice) I already TOLD you! I gave you the five--

Holden's trying to move away from Maurice now, who still has him against the wall. Wow. Lol. That sounds so damn wrong. …BACK TO SCRIPT.

Maurice:
Just cut the crap, chief. Where's my damn money?

Holden:
Why should I give her another five bucks? You're trying to chisel me!

Maurice lets go of Holden to start taking off jacket.

Maurice:
Wrong thing to say, chief.

Holden crosses his arms protectively, but refuses to move.

Maurice:
Where's my money, man? Where's my money?

Holden:
I don't fucking have it!

Maurice:
Well, okay. Then we gotta use some drastic measures…

Maurice grabs Holden again, but Sunny suddenly finds the wallet and holds up the five dollar bill.

Sunny:
I got it, let's go hey. (sounds nervous)

Holden:
LEAVE MY DAMN WALLET ALONE!

Sunny and Maurice look at.

Maurice:
One more damn outburst from you and-


Holden:
(snickers) Whatcha gonna do about it?

Maurice grabs Holden from wall and shoves him down (WOAHHH. lmao.)

Sunny:
Leave him alone, he ain't doing nothing--

Maurice:
Shut up, bitch! Who's talking to you?!?

Holden:
You're a goddamn dirty moron!

Holden stands again, only to be shoved down again.

Maurice:
What am I? What am I, chief?

Holden:
A goddamn. dirty. moron. (sounds like he's kinda crying)

Maurice proceeds to kick him in the ribs continuously and slap him and just beats him up. While Holden is still on the floor (HAHA ), Maurice and Sunny walk out, leading him to stay in pain.