Game Over, Man! Page #2

---

- What, now?

- Yeah.

Hashtag "right now." What is it

with you kids and the phones? Come on.

You'll get 'em back

at the end of the night.

Okay. Now...

you guys have some place to be?

I bet you do, huh?

So f***ing get there!

Oh, hey!

Sack up now, Tums. Big night, right?

Yes!

I can't get in there.

I call her Tums

'cause she relieves my heartburn.

Always been a nickname guy,

even when I was back QB-ing at USC.

Our security team should be arriving soon.

Great.

Hey, wanna go for one?

-No.

-Blue.

-Forty-two! Hut, hut, hut, huh?

-What are we doing?

-Wanna go?

-I don't know what--

All right. F*** it.

Oh!

Right in the numbers!

I still got it.

I'll race you down there. Come on!

Don't be stingy, papi.

- Kisses.

- You like that?

It's for you.

-Uh, I have to go.

-Okay, bye. Bye, sexy.

Hey. I'm Ray.

Mitch usually has me run security

for these special events.

Uh, but you look like

you know what you're doing.

I'm just here

for the payday, right?

That makes two of us.

Aah!

Donald, get linked up

with our offshore bank accounts

as soon as possible.

Well, you didn't bring me along

'cause I look like the black nerd

from Die Hard...

'cause I don't.

Roger, I'm sick of it.

We need to secure the building

and arm the exits

with our explosive triggers

before we can take control of the rooftop.

So until then,

consider yourselves "hotel security."

And once the Bey gives us

his account access codes

and Donald transfers the money...

we pull out.

Gentlemen... let's move.

Oh, and... someone get rid of the body.

You should grab his ankles.

You're good at that.

- F*** off, fag.

- Ooh.

You'd seriously wanna pitch

the Bey of Tunisia

one of our million-dollar ideas?

-Yeah.

-If we're pitching an idea--

- We're pitching!

- What are we pitching?

We could go

with my jeans club idea.

Hot tutors.

Medieval Times:

breakfast, lunch, and tournament?

I don't ever wanna hear

about Medieval Times BLT ever again.

Okay, they only do dinner.

We would do breakfast and lunch.

That's two more meals!

We would totally knock 'em out

of the medieval dining space.

Oh, that's a huge market.

Okay, you guys have good ideas?

I wanna hear 'em. I'm excited to hear 'em.

I feel like I'm the only one

crushing ideas out the gate.

Skintendo Joysuit?

Uh, what? No. Baby Dunc...

Yeah, we're going Skintendo. I like it.

All right, you know what?

I hate to be this guy,

but that dude's not gonna invest

in Skintendo.

Not in a million Willenniums.

So, it's like that?

We finally have a shot

to fulfill our childhood dreams

and you guys wanna let it float on past?

It's... like... dat?

I don't know about you,

but I don't wanna be picking up

nut-stuffed condoms

for the rest of my life without knowing

what type of sex they had with it.

Was it missionary? Was it doggy?

Was it doggy butt? Was it side-style butt?

I don't know.

Yeah, Alexxx, we all wanna know

how people are f***ing each other, okay?

-Obviously.

-It's obvious.

-Mostly all I think about.

-Yeah, I mean, I can keep going.

-Cowgirl, reverse cowgirl.

-Plow-girl.

-Where you take the legs and you--

-Yeah.

I'm just saying,

we don't have the Joysuit.

Right? There's no screen

to play Lumber Jackson.

-Right.

-Okay.

You ready? Okay, you're the QB.

You're the running back.

Giving you the ball. Run with it.

You need to write down

all the technical mumbo jumbo

so the Bey understands what this thing is.

-Right?

-That's a lot of work.

Darren, I'm gonna get you markers,

a poster board.

You're gonna draw Lumber Jackson

so beautifully-- muscles just popping.

Shredded, baby!

And you're gonna draw the Skintendo.

Right? The whole Joysuit.

Make it look pretty, and then I'm gonna

pitch that motherf***er.

-Okay.

-Dollar-dollar bills, y'all.

Boom! Put it in.

Dew'd Crew in full effect!

Finally fulfilling our destiny

of being childhood billionaires.

Let's do it! Hands in.

Everybody put your hands in.

Hands in.

Put your fist in. Put your fist in.

Dew'd Crew!

-I f***ing love you guys. I'm so excited.

-Okay.

-Yes! I'll go get supplies.

-All right.

Yeah, just, uh, go get

those markers, man. Sick.

What the f*** was that?

What?

I mean, c-come on.

He's gonna pitch something.

It might as well be Skintendo.

Listen, dum-dum.

We can't pitch any of the upgrades.

We can't pitch the wireless connectivity,

the friend-controller mode.

Because if we do, Alexxx is gonna know

that we've been

working on Skintendo without him.

I'm just sick of working here, all right?

We should've told him from the beginning.

No, no. What?

He would've turned it

into some moneymaking idea,

and that's not what it is to us. Right?

- Right.

- And we're not gonna tell him now,

'cause he'll probably just...

kill himself. Or someone. I don't know.

I can just see him going into a rage

and... biting people. Children.

Bitten children. Blood on your hands.

Fine.

So we pitch Bey, he laughs us off,

and we go back to working on the idea...

together, secretly.

The f*** is that?

-It's a vape pen, Baby Dunc.

-Okay.

Well, you look like a tool

smoking that thing.

Well, I'm not "smoking" it.

I'm vaping it.

Ah, these your boys?

I believe so. Mr. Drothers.

-Mr. Ahmad. We, uh, spoke over the phone.

-Please. Conrad.

- This is Donald. This is Erma.

- You brought your girlfriend, huh?

I'm not his girlfriend.

Noted.

So did you guys, uh, meet up with Ray?

Ray isn't going to make it.

But I assure you, he briefed me.

Thoroughly.

Okay, Conrad.

If Ray briefed you so thoroughly...

...he left out the most important detail

of the evening.

No hats.

No hats. I guess the Bey likes

to be the only guy wearing a hat.

Which I get, you know,

'cause I'm a hat guy myself.

But, uh... really, love the Kangol, but...

Maybe call you Kangol-roo.

Uh...

Kangol-roo, huh? How about that?

Come on. Let's go have a party, huh?

Let's have some fun.

I'm gonna dance with you tonight, my dear.

Have a word for your brother

Have some time for one another

Really love one another

It's so hard to find

Have a word for your brother...

Whoo!

Catch me, dudes!

- Really love one another...

Yeah, so I met Bey--

uh, he was doing a TED Talk

in Vegas... on being 'bout it.

We had a moment,

and now we're good friends.

Well, we're not good friends, actually.

I w... I would say... acquaintances.

You know what?

I'm hoping to meet him tonight.

Keep your eyes peeled.

The Bey's somewhere here.

Whoa! Oh!

Action Bronson right over here.

Excuse me, Mr. Bronson.

Can I interest you in a pulled pork...

barbecue quesadilla...

with corn relish.

F***, that's f***in' delicious, man.

I'm glad you enjoyed it.

-He spit it out but said it was delicious.

-Yes.

Maybe he's watching his calorie intake.

He is wearing athletic wear.

Ho-ly sh*t.

There he is...

the Bey.

Oh, my God, he is the man.

Even his little dog

has 100,000 followers.

-Wow.

-Yeah, I don't know,

it looks like he's having fun.

Rate this script:4.7 / 3 votes