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The Art of Winning
The Art of Winning
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SHELLEY
It would need repainting, I mean
youd get-ALEX
Distracted. Right.
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HARVIE
I always keep a spare.
He winks, boyish charm, un-offended. Harvie unfolds a small
sketch of the mural on a piece of paper, from his pocket.
Clare walks out.
HARVIE (CONTD)
(Quietly, to the couple)
Sorry, its um...well it wouldnt
be on the market if we had the
choice.
ALEX
No, we get it. My folks had to sell
their place after 23 years.
SHELLEY
So youre an artist?
HARVIE
Well if scouting younger talent who
do it quicker, cheaper and better
than me, sure, Im an artist.
Harvie tips his head towards the mural.
HARVIE (CONTD)
I was. I am. We own the gallery
downtown - Nickels, just trying to
cling onto that right now.
ALEX
Its hit everyone pretty hard.
Clare strides back into the room, handing Harvie a large
rolled up drape, not looking at Alex or Shelley.
CLARE
Not everyone.
Harvie glares at Clare.
ALEX
We could never have afforded a
place like this - especially in a
recession. Its just compensation.
He pulls his trouser leg up just enough to reveal a
prosthetic leg. Clare looks.
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JASPER
Dont worry bout it.
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MARY
(Chewing gum)
I dont take subscriptions.
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TED
You wanna get into this business?
Youve gotta doubt it! Sure, you
wanna jump in and taste itHe lifts the steaming coffee to his nose and sniffs it.
TED (CONTD)
But you gotta take your time. You
gotta calculate that timeHe continues holding up the mug.
TED (CONTD)
-And you gotta know its worth
burning yourself for.
Ted takes a sip and lowers the coffee onto the table.
TED (CONTD)
Its Marys brew after all.
He coughs - wheezy. Harvie sniffs, the coffee stench is
strong.
HARVIE
If you dont mind me asking-TED
Twenty-two times. The first time I
ever played the lottery, I was
nineteen and they gave me a cheque
for $2 million. That was luck. Some
of the others have been a bit more,
most a lot less. None luck.
HARVIE
I dont want to waste your time Mr
MullreyTED
Ive got it to waste.
HARVIE
But Ive never believed in the
lottery. Or taking money I didnt
work for.
TED
It didnt just creep into my
account overnight...
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HARVIE
Chris! What are you-? I thought you
were in LA?
CHRIS
The galleries can last one weekend
without me.
They go to shake hands but hug.
HARVIE
You opened a second?
CHRIS
About to be three actually. San
Diego.
HARVIE
That was- quick! Wow.
Harvies surprise masks any sincerity in his smile.
CHRIS
How Nickels?
HARVIE
Its um... well not as many
collectors have been-CHRIS
I saw the rental sign.
Harvey lays the drape on a small table at the side of his
exhibition booth. He SIGHS and looks away from Chris.
CHRIS
Youre a heck of headhunter. Fly
down next weekend and check out the
new space with me?
HARVIE
No, thats- thats really kind
Chris but, Im rooted here.
Chris looks at Harvies artwork for sale behind. He smiles
at Harvie - a sympathy grin. He takes a business card from
his wallet and gives it to Harvie.
CHRIS
If circumstances change.
Chris turns, instantly disappearing into the crowd.
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CLARE
Well it needs to be! You want the
world to see your- paintings, you
need to put food on the table
first.
Harvie zips the suitcase and lifts it off the bed. He leaves
the room, heading downstairs.
INT. SAN DIEGO - ART GALLERY - DAY
A large, empty space. Glossy wooden floors. Bare white
walls. Patent black shoes walk into centre of the room.
CHRIS (O.S.)
To tell you the truth Im happy you
called. Im down two guys.
The shoes belong to Chris, who stands in another beautifully
fitted suit.
CHRIS (CONTD)
So the California sun beckoned?
Harvie stares at the blank walls, his back to Chris.
HARVIE
Something like that.
He turns around.
HARVIE (CONTD)
How many pieces can you get in
here?
CHRIS
Ten?...Eleven?
HARVIE
Which?
Chris unbuttons his blazer and takes a step towards Harvie.
A Beat.
CHRIS
Eleven.
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HARVIE
I was in San Diego.
OFFICER CARL
Insurance fraud is not taken
lightly Mr Deacon.
HARVIE
I understand that-OFFICER CARL
Its convenient that you were out
of town when the fire happened.
HARVIE
I had nothing to d- ...I cant sell
a house when its standing, so why
in Gods name would I burn it down?
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HARVIE (CONTD)
WHY DO YOU HAV-OFFICER DAN WILE
(Slowly)
Theres soot and bricks all over
the place, and yet thisHe holds up the bag.
OFFICER DAN WILE (CONTD)
-In the middle of it all, was
perfectly intact.
Dan lays the bag back on the table, but keeps both hands on
it. He looks at Harvie.
OFFICER DAN WILE (CONTD)
Whys that?
Harvie leans in and looks properly for the first time at the
scratchcard. A SPIRAL is scratched into the shiny, silver
surface, revealing the coloured card beneath.
Harvie falls back into his chair, holding his head.
Dan pauses a voice recorder on the table.
OFFICER DAN WILE (CONTD)
Harvie, if theres something you
need to tell me?
EXT. GARDENS - DAY
Bright green grass. Clare and Harvie hold a GIANT check.
HARVIE (V.O.)
Everyone has an image in their head
of what it would be like to win...
As Harvie and Clare pull out of a KISS- a ROAR of
journalists and media erupts. WHITE camera flashes.
NEWS REPORTER 1
(Shouting over commotion)
How do you feel?
NEWS REPORTER 2
What are you going to do with the
money?
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NEWS REPORTER 3
Did you ever think youd win?
Harvie and Clare BLINK incessantly. The flashes blind them.
HARVIE (V.O.)
But what about the moment you find
out?
WHITE fills the screen. Champagne glasses smash. Pulsing of
old camera bulbs. A long TEARING of paper, overwhelming.
INT. HARVIES HOUSE/ KITCHEN - NIGHT
Harvie carries a suitcase down the stairs. Clare follows.
They shout as they walk through the hallway.
HARVIE
Its just paper!
CLARE
SO WHY HAVENT YOU CLAIMED IT!
HARVIE
We dont need it!
CLARE
EVERYONE NEEDS A MILLION DOLLARS,
Harvie. We are drowning here! We
have two sons-HARVIE
I KNOW!
A Beat.
CLARE
Where is it?
HARVIE
I threw it out.
CLARE
WHERES the lottery ticket?!
EXT. SUBURBAN STREET - DAY
TITLE CARD: September 2008
Harvie and Ted sit in a parked car on a suburban street.
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Harvie passes the red folder to Ted who stares through the
windscreen.
HARVIE
What if I just wanted to know that
I could?
TED
Theres no strategy to life,
Harvie. When you chose those
numbers, you listened to an
instinct. It was you. You were
gonna win or lose, that was always
50/50.
Ted gets out the car and leans on the roof. Harvie emerges,
standing across the roof from him.
TED (CONTD)
I just never knew anyone do both.
He looks at Harvie as though he knows its the last time. He
ducks back into the car, shutting his door.
Harvie remains standing, like a scolded toddler. He closes
his door.
The car pulls away, revealing Harvie on the curb in front of
his blackened house.
Police tape is strewn on the tinged lawn. A For Sale sign
stands pristine in the grass.
Residents huddle across the street looking at- a
multicoloured spiral mural is seen on an exposed, scorched
wall.