All the Money in the World Page #19

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CHACE:

This is it. He's building some sortof mansion out here on the ocean.

Chace pulls into a gated drive. They step out of the carand approach the gates. Gail presses the buzzer by the gate.

GAIL:

I need to speak to him.

She buzzes again and gets no reply.

CHACE:

We can't stay here. They'll callthe police.

GAIL:

Let them.

CHACE:

We have the million.

GAIL:

For a million they'll kill him.

They won't believe me when I say Idon't have the rest of the money.

Nobody believes me.

CHACE:

There were never any guarantees.

GAIL:

Don't do that. It won't make it anyeasier when the time comes.

CHACE:

We knew what we were up against.

GAIL:

Then why. Any of this.

CHACE:

For me? A chance to ingratiate myselfwith the old man, so I could makemyself into a cheap imitation ofwhat he is. For you, I don't know.

GAIL:

A reason to live.

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CHACE:

The money would have bought a chance,

maybe a window of opportunity tograb him. Maybe not even that.

GAIL:

The money, the money. I can't bear

to hear about the money anymore.

She leans her head against the iron bars, her back to him.

GAIL (CONT'D)

This thing that's made beggars ofus, rats in a maze, grubbing out ourlives for -- what? Ink in some

ledger. We'll kill and die for it,

and none of it is real.

Chace reaches out his hand to touch her. But then she turns.

GAIL (CONT'D)

Everybody thinks I have the money.

Nobody believes me when I say I don't.

Why am I arguing with them?

Chace doesn't understand.

GAIL (CONT'D)

Everybody thinks I have the money.

The newspapers, the kidnappers -they

all think I'm rich. Do youknow what they call that?

(a beat)

Credit.

(a beat)

We announce that I have the ransom

money. All four million. We make

the exchange. You get your window.

CHACE:

What happens when they find out themoney's not all there?

GAIL:

By that time, we either have Paul orwe don't.

CHACE:

Now you're thinking like a Getty.

POLICE CARS pull up on Pacific Coast Highway behind them.

GAIL:

The cops do come running when you'rea billionaire.

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MALIBU POLICE OFFICER (O.S.)

You're trespassing on Getty property.

GAIL:

We were just leaving, officer. We

don't need him anymore.

INT. BEVERLY HILLS HILTON HOTEL -- CORRIDOR -- DAY

Gail Getty applies lipstick in a compact mirror. She wears

a designer dress, makeup, jewelry: she looks like Grace Kelly.

GAIL:

I'm saving the receipts so I canreturn it all to Dior tomorrow.

IACOVONI:

Pi. bella. In all my life have neverseen a woman so lovely.

This isn't the effect she was after.

CHACE:

You look rich. Beautifully rich.

GAIL:

That's more like it.

INT. BEVERLY HILLS HOTEL -- POOL TERRACE -- DAY

Gail steps onto the terrace, where two dozen reporters andphotographers await. She steps before the microphones.

GAIL:

Following a long and difficultnegotiation with my son's kidnappers --

INT. GETTY MANSION -- DAY

In his sun-streamed living room, J Paul Getty watchestelevision as Bullimore hovers nearby.

GAIL (O.S.)

-- I have decided to meet their

demands and pay the ransom in full.

Getty's eyes widen.

GETTY:

"I" have decided to pay? What is

this? In full?

Getty turns around in his chair.

GETTY (CONT'D)

Get me Fletcher Chace.

104.

EXT. PACIFIC COAST HIGHWAY -- DAY

Traffic. Fletcher Chace swelters in his rented car. He

checks the gas gauge -- the needle's bobbing on "E".

There's a gas station up ahead. The cars are lined up seven-

deep at the pump. Chace pulls into the gas line and waits.

A GAS-STATION ATTENDANT walks outside with a placard. Drivers

climb out of their cars and start JEERING at the attendant.

Curious, Chace climbs out and watches as the attendant places

the sign on the pump: NO GAS. Chace smiles ruefully.

CHACE:

Priceless.

He climbs back in and pulls back onto the highway.

EXT. PACIFIC COAST HIGHWAY -- DAY

The car has stalled out by the roadside. Chace folds his

sportcoat over his arm and puts out a thumb to hitch a ride.

EXT. GETTY ESTATE -- FRONT GATE -- DAY

A GARDENER's old pickup truck pulls up and Chace climbs out.

CHACE:

Gracias, se.or. Muchas!

The pickup truck drives away. The great gates open before

us. Chace walks up the deeply sloping driveway, his shirtdamp with sweat. Finally, he reaches the crest of the hill -

-- and stops.

CHACE (CONT'D)

I'll be damned.

EXT. GETTY VILLA, MALIBU -- DAY

Here, on this hill, J Paul Getty supervises the construction

of a precise replica of Hadrian's Villa, complete withreflecting pool and Roman statuary.

GETTY:

Chace. You're looking damp. What

happened to you?

CHACE:

Car-pooling.

GETTY:

It'll never catch on.

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Chace stands marveling at the sprawling Villa.

GETTY (CONT'D)

It's an exact replica of my ImperialVilla, down to the last detail, butwith flush toilets. The mountain

may not have come to Mohammed, butit sure as hell came to me.

Getty's Secretary approaches.

SECRETARY:

West Texas Intermediate, sir.

Getty glances at the ticker tape.

CHACE:

What does it feel like, reading thatslip of paper?

GETTY:

Vertigo. For a moment, money losesall meaning and becomes as plentifulas air. Like... flight. But then it

passes.

Getty folds the paper and slips it into his pocket.

GETTY (CONT'D)

What's all this I see on TV with

Gail? Paying the ransom in full?

We both know she doesn't have it.

CHACE:

The lady's made other arrangements.

GETTY:

She doesn't have the money. What's

going on? Come on, where'd she getit? Is she f***ing somebody?

Chace stares at the old man.

CHACE:

I think I'm finally beginning tounderstand what makes you tick.

GETTY:

You couldn't begin to. Now spillit. What's going on? What's her

game?

Chace begins to walk away.

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GETTY (CONT'D)

Don't forget, Chace. I have a

contract. And I'll enforce it.

CHACE:

I don't think so.

GETTY:

Why not?

CHACE:

Because whatever personal security youpresently enjoy comes from me. Those

Alsatians limping around the pool? Mypeople trained them. Your securitysystem? My people installed it. Your

bodyguards? Uh-huh. You're protectedfrom every threat imaginable, unlessthat threat happens to be me.

GETTY:

I suppose this is your way of

submitting your resignation.

CHACE:

"Men of risk." Isn't that what youcalled us? "I risk my money, yourisk your life."

(laughs)

You and me -- we never risked a thingin our lives. We never took the

chances ordinary people take. That's

why we are what we are now.

Chace turns to go. Getty grabs his arm.

GETTY:

Those children are my blood, Chace.

They were mine. And she took them.

I was left with nothing.

The old man's eyes brim with tears. Chace stares at him,

and beyond him, at the palace filled with treasures.

CHACE:

Now you know.

Chace walks away, down the hill, leaving Getty behind. As

he walks through the great iron gates, a cool spray from thePacific shimmers through the trees.

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