Best Laid Plans Page #3

Huh? Are you going|to get the money?

Yeah. It was fine.

Oh, sorry|about that.

So, you going to|give your notice?

No. I thought I'd|stick around a little longer.

Anyway, if I go,|who's going to get my job?

I don't know.

[Car Horn Honks]

Mmm.

Uh, see you later.

Woman:
You know, you really|have to use a little imagination

when you're looking|at an old house like this.

It's a really nice|opportunity--

a fixer-upper for first-time|buyers like yourselves.

It's a very good buy.

Hi.

Hi.

Come on in.

The American Empire|Dismantled.

Your father's?

'' History Master's|Thesis...

Mmm.

by Nick|Thornberry.''

You inherited|his passion.

But that's all.

Tropico, the time has come|for you to pitch in--

your cans, your bottles,|your other recyclables.

Hi. I'm Mitch Bennett,

president and owner-operator|ofTropico Recycling Company,

inviting you all|to come on down and pitch in.

Both:
Tropico and recycling--|Together, we're on the move.

Bennett:
Once more,|please,

with conviction.

And action!

Nick and Lissa:
|Tropico and recycling--

Together,|we're on the move.

Good. Cut.

All right, all right.|Now, uh...

[Speaking Spanish]

Bennett:
I want you|to go get Oscar,

get that crane|over there...

The things we do|for minimum wage.

Nick:
So can you|help me out?

I'm sorry, guy.

Once the ad runs,|then we'll talk.

Right now,|I can't help you.

I'm not asking|for a loan.

It's money owed|for services rendered.

Hey, listen to me.

It's not possible|right now.

Look, I know you're|short at the moment,

but, hey,|everybody's short.

All right. Forget it.

Reuben, I thought|I told you not to laugh.

What are you doing, huh?|What's wrong with you?

Barry:
Look, he's my friend.|Let me talk to him.

I'm telling you,|I don't care

how long|you've known him.

Nick.

Yeah?

Do you know--

Dude, if you|say my name,

I'm telling you,|you're out of this.

Out of what?

Shh.

Come on.

Sh*t. Um,|just tell him.

Nick, are you|doing anything tonight?

Come on. Come on!

[La Bamba Playing|Over P.A. System]

Bennett's Voice:
Welcome|to Tropico Recycling Company.

Glass goes to bay 4,|plastics to bay 1 2.

Thanks for your business.

Barry:
OK. The thing is,

my friend here,|he works

for a pretty big|guy in town.

Why don't you|want me

to know|your name?

Because if you|get busted,

how are you going to|identify me?

What, he was a black guy|with curly hair?

This guy, Nick,

is under serious|police investigation

right now.

He thinks he's going|to get busted anytime.

So every night,|he moves his stash

from one house|to another

so that the cops can't|get a search warrant

in time to snatch him.

Tonight the stash|is atJimmy's house.

You know, you got to have|pond water for brains, man.

Oh! I'm sorry.

I got a sofa at home|smarter than you.

I like saying|people's names.

Look,just shut--

Look, man.|It's a real easy job.

Barry breaks into my spot

when I'm pulling|watchdog duty alone, right?

He grabs the stuff|and knocks me out

just to make it look good.

You're willing|to take that lump?

For half of $40,000?|Yeah.

It's a two-man|job, Nick,

except we need|a driver, OK?

Jimmy's first choice

got the runs real|bad this morning,

so I recommended|you.

Now, the way|I'm seeing it is like

we give you a fourth|of what we take.

I mean, your job's|too easy--

It's really too safe|for anything more than that.

Come on, Nick--|as a favor to me.

Jimmy:
Look, it's|one night's work, man.

I mean, the only way|you can possibly f*** up

is if you forget to put|gas in the car.

Sh*t.

Barry's got two tickets|to the ball game tonight,

and he invited me along.

You going to go?

Yeah, I guess so.

Come by, though.|I'll be back around 1 1 :00.

OK.

Nick:
You got to|eat those now?

It's a nervous|habit.

Game time.

Christ,|that was easy.

That's it?|You got it?

Right here. Want to|drive a little?

Ha ha ha!

[Coughing]

Jimmy's going to have|an Advil binge tomorrow.

Oh.

Ha ha ha!

You're not too bright,|are you, Barry?

Nope.

Ha ha ha!

[Door Opens]

Nick:
Hi.

Hi.

I brought you something.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

What?

So people|will stop laughing

at your music collection.

The Space|Between Us?

What is this?

That's what the kids|are listening to nowadays.

Cool, thanks.

How was the game?

It was fine.

You want to know|what the score was?

I listened to|a sports radio show

so I could lie|factually.

You don't have to|tell me where you've been.

I will if you ask.

I'm thinking|of moving again.

Where?

Um, Peru. Malta.|Portland, Oregon.

I don't know.

I hear it's nice|in Portland.

Want to come?

Please?

Well, when were you|planning on going?

Um, a couple|of weeks.

As soon as|you've finished

your masterpiece.

Is that a no?

It's a yes,|you cocksucker.

So?

Hey, Barry. Nick here

at 30 minutes after|you were supposed to be here

reminding you that|the future state of our finances

does not excuse us|from our efforts here at work.

Hope you're on your way.

Can I help you?

Get in the car.

Right.

Bennett's Voice:
|Tropico Recycling Company.

Glass goes to bay 4,|plastics to bay 1 2.

Thanks for your business.

Man:
That's right.|Nice and easy.

We're just going|for a little drive.

How you doing?

We ain't met.

Know who I am?

I got a couple|of guesses.

I'm the guy you stole|$40,000 from last night.

Your suspicion's|correct.

I thought you'd be|an older guy.

My profession don't|promote career longevity.

It's a young man's|business.

It don't matter|how I found out.

I found out.

No matter how sorry|you feel,

you're going|to feel sorrier.

And it don't matter|how you plan to fix it,

because that plan|is obsolete.

Freddie, take that sh*t|off of your head.

What for?

Take that sh*t|off of your head

and give it to him.

Blindfold yourself.

Why?

Because I don't|know you,

and I don't know|who you know.

Have you ever read|Adam Smith's

An Inquiry into|the Nature and Causes

of the Wealth of Nations?

Uh-uh.

In it, the man addresses

the two simple laws|of the market.

The first law:
self-interest.

It is not from the benevolence|of the butcher, the brewer,

the f***ing baker|that we expect our dinner,

but from their self-interest.

I don't sell junk|because I feel a civic duty.

I do it out of...

self-interest.

Second law:
competition.

Only under the check|of competition

is a man's self-interest|regulated from ruthlessness.

I don't charge|a C-note a pop

because I think|some other dude

is going to|underprice me.

No. I don't overcharge|because what suppresses me?

Competition.

Consequently,|a man's motivations of...

Self-interest...

are transmuted by...

Competition...

to yield social harmony.

You, motherf***er,|have f***ed

with the laws|of the market.

You have f***ed|with competition.

You have deregulated|the self-interest

of some other|dope-peddling f***.

You done f***ed up|harmony.

You must un-f*** it!

This is all|simple economics.

Jimmy:
F***. Come on.|Come on.

Come on.

Jimmy has learned|a lot about economics

the last few hours.

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