Laker Jim's 1984 Fletch Script

FLETCH SCRIPT
(section 10)

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MR. STANWYK
What the hell are you doing here?

CUMMINGS
Put the gun down, Alan. I'll take care of them.

Stanwyk lowers the gun.

MRS. STANWYK
(to Fletch)
I thought you had this all figured
out. Good going 'Irwin.'

FLETCH
Don't ever call me 'Irwin,' okay?

MRS. STANWYK
(to Cummings)
I've got it all under control,
Jerry. You can go now.

CUMMINGS
(laughs)
Under control? You idiot. You
didn't know who he was?

During the following dialogues, Fletch starts nudging the fireplace's gas lighter jet key with his foot.

CUMMINGS
Fat Sam left the beach today. So did Gummy.
It began to occur to me that some things are
beginning to happen that maybe I should be aware of.

MR. STANWYK
I said I'll take care of it. Now, a man of your position
shouldn't be a part of what's about to go down. So go
home and I'll call you tomorrow.

CUMMINGS
What, 'long distance?' I couldn't help but hear
you say something about Rio, Alan. You're not
leaving with the eight hundred thousand dollars
I staked you for the next load, are you?

FLETCH
Whoa. Well, you two obviously have a lot to talk
over, so we'll go catch the last ten minutes of Dynasty.

Fletch and Gail actually start to leave, but Cummings draws his gun and fires over their heads. They dive for the floor, landing on the side of the fireplace. Fletch palms a Zippo lighter from his pocket.

MR. STANWYK
Jerry, you're simply going to have to trust me.
I've got a foolproof way to get rid of this guy
and now you're jeopardizing everything.

CUMMINGS
Your 'foolproof' way is going to land my a** on
the front page while you're basking in Rio.

FLETCH
...with your money.

Cummings turns his head momentarily to consider what Fletch has said, and Stanwyk takes advantage of the distraction to go for his gun. But he is too slow. Cummings shoots once, striking Stanwyk in the chest, killing him instantly.

Gail screams in horror. Cummings turns to Fletch.

CUMMINGS
This one's going to be even more fun.

FLETCH
(striking the Zippo)
Go ahead. Make my evening.

Fletch hurls the lighter into the fireplace, causing a great whoosh of flames. Cummings throws his hands up in front of his face and Fletch leaps at him, wrestling him to the ground. Cummings is the stronger of the two, and just as he starts to gain dominance over Fletch, Gail Stanwyk staggers to her feet, picks up her husband's tennis racket in it's wooden brace, and slams it against Cummings' head with all her might.

The Chief is knocked out.

Fletch lies there, panting, trying to catch his breath. He looks up at Gail, still holding the racket, and staring at Alan's body. Fletch hustles her out of the room.

260-A HALLWAY

FLETCH
I'm calling the police. Then I'm
leaving. You wait here for them.

GAIL
Where are you going?

FLETCH
Away. I think it might take you a while to get
your life back together. You don't need me around.
(indicates the library)
Don't go back in there.

He starts to leave. She calls after him.

GAIL
(still holding the racket)
I really creamed the sonofabitch, didn't I?

FLETCH
(smiles)
You sure did.

Fletch exits.

DISSOLVE TO

261 EXT. RIO DE JANEIRO - DAY

With Sugarloaf Mountain in the b.g., Fletch lies in a lounge chair, sipping an exotic drink, watching the cavorting lovelies and playing his battered Casio. This is obviously at some very expensive beach club or hotel, as witnessed by the uniformed servant who brings a telephone.

WAITER
(Brazilian accent)
Your call is come through.

FLETCH
Far out.
(to the phone)
Larry? It's Fletch.
(pause, looks around)
Well, it's not 'Fat Sam's', but...any port in a storm.
(pause)
Oh, tell Frank I need a couple of months.
The fifty grand's lasting longer than I thought.

He pauses again to listen to Larry, but sees something O.S. that takes over his attention. he doesn't wait for Larry to finish what she's saying.

FLETCH
I gotta go, Lar.

He hangs up and stands. We see that Gail has just walked up to him. The way they look at each other indicates they have not seen each other for awhile, and her arrival is a surprise to Fletch.

GAIL
John Ultramalensky, right?

FLETCH
Right.

GAIL
God, I haven't seen you since the wedding.

FLETCH
Gee, I must have been sh*t-faced at your wedding, I don't ---

GAIL
Not mine, stupid. Yours.

FLETCH
(big smile)
What are you doing here?

They start walking down the beach. We stay right with them.

GAIL
I couldn't sit home and play the mournful
widow anymore, and the police didn't need me,
so I tried watching a Lakers game on TV,
but the announcer talked to fast and I
couldn't understand a lot of what was
happening, so I figured if I came
down here maybe you could explain the
rules to me, and besides, I missed you.

FLETCH
No problem.

He puts his arm around her, as we watch them leave us behind and walk off down the beach.

FLETCH
Basketball, of course, was invented in France,
and is played with a large ball, two tongue
depressors and a fish....

Fletch ad-libs just like Chevy Chase would as they walk further away down the beach until we....

FADE OUT

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