Be Cool by Elmore Leonard is the follow-up to Get Shorty and its lead character. Chili Palmer, Miami loanshark turned Hollywood film producer and Get Shorty becomes Get Leo -a big hit. The sequel, Get Lost is a flop. Chili is on the prowl for his next film story….
Scene one. “AT ONE of the sidewalk tables at Swingers, on the side of the coffee shop along Beverly Boulevard: Chili Palmer with the Cobb salad and iced tea, Tommy Athens the grilled pesto chicken and a bottle of Evian.”
Chili’s explains his approach. "You don't want to tell something you're thinking about, hear it out loud yourself for the first time, unless you know what it's gonna sound like. It has to have an edge, an attitude.” — “So you have to know your characters, I mean intimately-Once you know who they are they let you know what the story is." — "What I'm saying, I don't think of a plot and then put characters in it. I start with different characters and see where they take me."
Next Scene…. Chili goes to the men’s room —Tommy gets popped. Chili sees the shooter- a little guy, maybe 50, with a toupee. And the shooter see Chili see him. Chili thinks yeh, this is the story for my next movie…
“THE PHONE RANG as he was preparing a couple of Lean Cuisines for his supper, the Chicken à l'Orange and the Chicken Piccata. "You're still alive." He recognized her voice, his old pal Elaine Levin, back at Tower Studios as head of production. — "But now you see the titles over Tommy getting shot?" "Over Tommy having lunch with a girl who wants to make it as a singer. Tommy likes her, he's her big chance to do a record and he gets popped." "So how does she become a star?" "I don't know if she does. But listen, I want to send you a tape. Remember the girl with the dating service I told you about? Talks to lonely guys all day?" "Vaguely." "She's the singer, Linda Moon. She has an attitude you'll love."
Linda Moon. “Linda was the star. She had the talent, she had the cool expression on her face, like a good stripper who doesn't overdo it, just gives you enough of a come-on. — Chili, on a stool shaped like a martini glass, sipped dark beer. He'd stare at Linda and catch her looking at him, glancing over —throwing her pelvis his way on "Who Do You Think You Are," a pretty good song, Linda giving him the bumps till she turned and got in step with the black chick again. If she saw him on Charlie Rose she knew him, though she didn't smile or give him any kind of sign — She put her hand on his shoulder getting up on the stool next to his, saying, "What do you think?" 'Who Do You Think You Are' and 'I'm Giving You Everything.' Those're good songs." 'I'm giving you everything,' " Linda said, "is the chorus. The song is 'Say You'll Be There.' — I won't do 'Mama,' if you know that one. I won't rap, point at the crowd or kick, do that Kung-Fu shit." — "If what you're doing puts you in a shitty mood and you hate it anyway, why don't you quit?" "I signed a contract." "That's all that's keeping you?" "It's the guy I signed with, Raji, our manager. He goes, 'You quit me, girl, you find yourself in serious trouble.' Chili said, "You want me to speak to him?" It stopped her and now she took her time. "You mean get me out of the contract?" "Yeah, tell him you quit.” "He has a company or what?" "Raji's part of Car-O-Sell Entertainment, Artists Management and Promotion. They handle Roadkill, the band that was on before us? And a few others. Raji does the managing, if you can call it that, and a guy who looks like a gangster, Nick Car, does the promoting." "He is a gangster," Chili said, "or was. Nick Carcaterra” —"He's there now, with Miss Saigon." Chili looked over. "The big guy?" "That's Elliot, Raji's bodyguard. He's Samoan." Built like one of those giant Samoans you saw, this one going at least two-sixty in his tanktop, a do-rag down on his eyebrows, thick black hair to his huge shoulders. Chili said, "Elliot, uh?" — "Vita says he's from Compton. She told me he's part Samoan and part colored—I mean African-American. She doesn't use the word colored. And he's gay." "A gay bodyguard?" "Vita says he did time in prison, in Hawaii, and found out he likes guys." —“Raji's the other one," Linda said, "the dude." Putting his arm around the shoulders of the Asian chick, Raji a head taller than the girl, but a little kid next to the Samoan. He did have a confident way about him, his pose, letting you know he was the man.” — Linda put her hand on his arm. "You know you don't have to do this." He turned to her, a little surprised. "We want to find out what happens next, don't we?" "I forgot," Linda said, "you're using me. I'm an idea for a movie." Chili said, "We're using each other."
Ok you got the lead characters and the setup to the story/movie/book. Elmore had a lot of fun putting this together. Read it you’ll see…
One more scene. "You want to try again?" "Are you serious?" "Nothing wrong with trying." Elaine opened the drawer of the night table, felt around inside and turned with two white tablets in her hand. "Take one." "What is it, an upper?" "A breath mint."
Be Cool.