Best Laid Plans Page #4

Keynesian theory,|market trends,

all that sh*t.

Taught him the difference|between laissez-faire,

which is what|I'm doing right now,

and intervention,|which is what I'm about to do.

We tried to see|your other associate-- Barry?

He was not at home.

Neither was most|of his clothes.

We surmised he would|not be returning soon,

so we came to see you.

[Jimmy Groaning]

What do you want?|Financial reparation?

What do you want?

Motherf***er|likes big words.

You hold that|thought, though.

Got to see|the show first.

You rememberJimmy.|Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Quit it. All right,|Freddie. Cola.

[Muffled Screaming]

A little carbonation|up the sinuses

will f*** you up good.

Freddie:
The drink|that refreshes.

Now let's deal.

I don't have your stash.

Then I want|reparation--

$40,000.

I don't have that,|either.

Oh, I think you do.

You're just|being coy.

What was your cut?

A fourth.

we're all square.

You don't have it|by Sunday,

then you take|the taste test.

If you run...

this is what your world|will look like.

[Tires Screeching]

[Nick Dialing Telephone]

Bryce:
Hey, Nick,|it's Bryce.

Guess who's moving|to Tropico--

[Fast-Forwarding Tape]

[Beep]

Barry:
Nick,|it's Barry. Listen,

Jimmy isn't answering|his phone.

I think things got|f***ed up.

I'm taking off|for a while

till I get ahold|of him.

[Beep]

Nick:
Call the office,|you son of a b*tch.

Lissa:
Things got|f***ed up with Jimmy?

Yeah. He's some friend|of Barry's--

assistant manager prospect.

He was supposed to|show up tomorrow,

and the guy's|a complete flake.

Nick.

I'm in the doghouse.

Lissa:
I have 1 ,000.

No, no. Don't|burden yourself

with my f***-ups.

Hey.

It's only money.

Besides, I've built up|a certain tolerance

for your f***-ups.

I think I can|burden myself a little.

All right. 1 ,400.

We could sell|your car.

Another 3,000,|maybe 4,000.

That's still|1 0 grand short.

My only question is,|why pay them at all?

It's just buying us

the right to keep|living here,

and we're leaving|anyway.

I think if I try and run|and they find me,

they're going to hurt me.

Then don't run.

We'll pay them.

OK.

So, 5 days to raise|$1 0,000.

You know what a champ|I am at asking for money.

No. No, Nick.|I told you.

In a month or so,|we'll discuss this.

No. It can't wait.

I need an advance today,|or I'm through.

Look, I appreciate you|taking Barry's shift,

and I'm going to pay you|double-time for it,

but that doesn't change|my cash flow.

The next words out of|your mouth are ''Yes, Nick,''

or you're|locking up tonight.

Don't try to|blackmail me, Nick.

F***!

Aah!

Sh*t.

[Beep]

Bryce:
Nick,|this is Bryce again.

I just landed in town.

Got a phone number|for you: 5 5 5-01 73.

You know, also,|I was wondering,

is there a good|mechanic in town?

Because my gearshift|just took a crap on me.

Give me a call, babe.

[Beep]

Bryce!

Woman On Radio:
#There's a new boy|in the neighborhood #

# I'd like to meet him|if I could #

# He's got the look|that I dream about #

# Makes the other girls|scream and shout #

Hey.

Hey.

Welcome|to Tropico.

Duck and cover.

Nick. Come here, man.|Come here.

God, it's great|to see you.

You still got|the Charger.

That's terrific.|That's terrific.

You don't see a lot|of white people

driving these nowadays,|but, hey, man, good for you.

Come on.|Let's get out of here.

Let's go.Jim,|we'll talk to you.

Nick:
Wow.

Bryce:
Wait till|you see inside.

So we have survey|courses to start--

American lit., Brit. lit.,

everything that should be|taught in high school.

Hawthorne,James,|Fitzgerald.

Nick:
''So we beat on,|boats against the current,

borne back ceaselessly|with the past.''

F. Scott, Great Gatsby.

That's a book he wrote.

We don't|actually read

anything we teach.

The department chair|gives us Cliff Notes

at the beginning|of the semester,

and we just say|whatever's in those.

That's convenient.

[Beeping]

Can you shut|the door?

Thanks.

A tad excessive.

The guy I'm|house-sitting for--

a tad retentive.

Bryce:
Can you believe|this place?

Mr. Beaumont's a local|guy who made good.

He built this house|overlooking Tropico

to remind everyone.

Visual.

Liquid.

Jesus Christ.

Here we have|the corridor of wonder.

The man likes carpet.

Even on|the toilet seat

for those prolonged|stays of leisure.

Oh, and observe|the cabinet of whimsy.

Huh.

Isn't that great?

Oh, that reminds me--

How's your dad?

You still live|with him, right?

No. He's dead.

Jesus. I'm--|I'm sorry.

It's OK. It was|a few months ago.

Weird.

Hey, I've got

something|to show you.

It's a stay of execution|for a Union deserter

during the Battle|of Vicksburg--

Mr. Beaumont's great-|great-somebody-or-other--

but check out the sig.

Honest Abe. Didn't|he ever get tired

of emancipating|people?

Supposedly the stay|was last-minute,

and it was the only|paper around.

Anyway, I remember

you used to dabble|in history, so...

I thought|I'd give you a show.

You paying them anything|to live here?

Rent is nil|on 3 conditions:

feed the plants,|keep the place clean,

and don't invite|anyone over.

I'm making|an exception for you.

Bryce McCarthy,|you risk-taker.

The starting|professorial salary is sh*t.

I'm really lucky|to have this place.

Your parents|have money, right?

Their own mint.

The last few years,|they've developed

this financial|tough-love philosophy

on their kids-- sort of|a benign neglect

without|the benign part.

What, they cut you off?

Yup.

This life of austerity|is killing me.

Ha ha ha!

[Dogs Barking]

Man:
Lincoln,|Lincoln, Lincoln.

Signature goes|for about $7 5,000.

Do any of these|look familiar? Here.

Nick:
Um...

Yeah. This right here,

only these two things|are switched.

- That one?|- Yeah.

That's a rare item there.

Trial printing.

Only a few in existence,|and worth about, uh...

$200,000. Whoo!

So the two together|would be worth...

That's a $300,000|stay of execution.

Unfortunately, it does|you no good to steal it.

Ha! That's speaking|presumptuously.

Yeah. Well, you're|asking about it,

and it's not yours.

Why would it do me no good|to steal it?

Most items like those,|they're registered.

Hence,|they're immovable.

Now, uh... even if this one|happens to be unregistered,

you steal it,|owner reports the theft,

well, it's|immovable again.

What if it wasn't|reported stolen?

Why wouldn't it be?

I don't know.|What if?

You'd have to wait|two months.

After 60 days,|no theft report,

you can sell|the thing.

Of course,|you'd want to muddy

the trail of ownership|leading back to you,

but that's not hard to do|if you have the right fence.

And...

what would|the right fence take?

Ten percent?

Twenty.

Ha ha ha!

You want me to check

and see if there's|a listing on it?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Look around.

Nick:
It's unregistered,|which means it's fair game.

Charlie, the guy who|looked it up for me,

he said he'd|advance me 1 5 grand

upon receipt|of the stay.

Then once he sold it,|he'd send us the rest.

You trust him?

Yeah.

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