Gold Page #16

KAY:

I like my crappy little life. It’s

mine-

WELLS:

All you’ve ever wanted was a broken

bird-

KAY:

What the f*** are you even talking

about--?

80A.

WELLS:

Oh, you said the right things, but in

your heart you didn’t believe them.

You didn’t believe in me. You like me

losing. It’s comfortable.

KAY:

These people are using you. They don’t

care about you. And they certainly

don’t believe in you.

81.

She takes her old clothes into the bathroom. Door shuts.

Door opens. Herself again. Heading for the door.

WELLS:

You just can’t let me have the win.

You don’t have it in you.

She passes by him without a look

WELLS (CONT’D)

Did it ever occur to you that I know

what I’m doing?

She looks at him, really looks at him.

KAY:

I hope you do.

At the door of the suite, she turns.

KAY (CONT’D)

Where I’m from, if something seems too

good to be true, it usually is.

(beat)

I just never thought that applied to

us.

The door shuts automatically behind her. On the other side

find Wells staring at the door. Almost goes after her.

WELLS:

I KNOW WHAT I’M DOING!

AT THE BAR -- Angry self-righteous cubes in the glass.

AT THE WINDOW -- the chasms of the city late at night --

A GHOST TOWN.

CUT TO:

82.

INT. DIMLY LIT ROOM - NIGHT

More whiskey in a glass. Wells feeling no pain now either, or

maybe the same pain masked in the same way.

JENNINGS:

What did you do next, Wells?

WELLS:

What’d I do? What’d I do?

(beat)

I rode it. And what a ride, Jennings.

What a ride...

SMASH TO:

EXT. HELICOPTER - FLYING - LONG ISLAND - GOLDEN HOUR

The beaches of the south fork glow pink as a CHOPPER races

away from the setting sun.

EXT. DUNE ROAD LANDING PAD - GOLDEN HOUR

The landing pad on Dune Road, an X amidst sea grass and water.

As a chopper banks in over the Shinnecock Bay. Across the road

Owens and Binkert, dressed for monied summer fun, wait in a

mint VW Thing. Wells exits, ducking low. He crosses the road.

A114 INT. VW THING - DAY

Wells hops in the car. They pass him a six-pack as Owens pulls

out of the beach parking lot.

BINKERT:

You know how you found the River of

Gold?

WELLS:

Yeah.

OWENS:

Well, it turns out, it flows to right

here.

The car toodles off down the sandy lane past massive houses

set back in the dunes.

EXT. DUNE ROAD BEACH PAD - DAY

Wells and Dresher with THOMAS CRANEPOOL, 5O’s, one of those

men who exude permanence.

82A.

CRANEPOOL:

How’s it feel, Mr. Wells, to be a Rock

Star?

WELLS:

Like I should be banging groupies, not

chatting up bankers.

CRANEPOOL:

Oh, I imagine we can find a few of

those around here somewhere.

DRESHER:

Be nice, Wells. This is our host,

Thomas Cranepool.

WELLS:

I’m making a lot of these rich fucks a

lot richer, so I’m thinking I got a

little leeway.

As Wells saunters away, Cranepool smiles easily.

CRANEPOOL:

Mi casa es su casa.

(to Dresher)

I hope he enjoys himself.

DRESHER:

I don’t think you have anything to

worry about in that regard.

83.

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EXT. DUNE ROAD BEACH PAD - POOLSIDE BAR - LATER

The sun has dropped behind the trees. Wells gets the

bartender’s attention again.

BARTENDER:

Seagrams on the rocks?

RACHEL (O.S.)

And I’ll have the same.

Wells recognizes that voice. It’s RACHEL.

WELLS:

You sure you want to do that?

She signals the bartender: line it up, buddy.

RACHEL:

It reminds me of my childhood.

(smiles)

So how is everything in the very

enchanted world of Kenny Wells?

WELLS:

I feel like a million bucks only a few

hundred times better.

RACHEL:

That must be a very nice feeling.

84.

WELLS:

Looks like a few other people around

here feel the same way.

She follows his gaze. Faces of self-assured guests. Face,

face, face. In Rachel’s eyes, the net-worth of everyone.

RACHEL:

...Maybe... Maybe not.

WELLS:

Hey, you want to get wet?

RACHEL:

That’s funny, Kenny.

WELLS:

Why is it funny?

She leans in close to him, whispers something in his ear. His

expression tells us it was a direct hit.

EXT. DUNE ROAD BEACH PAD - HOT TUB - NIGHT

Wells and Rachel are in the hot tub. And she is perfection

itself, the kind of complete package used to escape every sh*t

backwater the world over since time began.

WELLS:

So... how’d you... uh, end up out

here?

RACHEL:

Well let’s see Kenny there are two

answers to that question, short form

would be, I know Tom. Tom is a friend.

She slides almost imperceptibly closer.

WELLS:

I’ll bet he is.

RACHEL:

Now, now. I stay with his cousin Timmy

down the lane. Timmy’s really quite a

character if you don’t know him.

WELLS:

I don’t know Timmy.

RACHEL:

I really don’t feel like talking.

She moves closer. He looks at the surface of the water.

85.

WELLS:

Help, there’s a creature in here with

us, an octopus or something.

She leans closer to him, her chest is now against his chest,

and her hand still working, slowly, so slowly. She’s just

above him. And he’s looking at her.

RACHEL:

Shhh, let’s just feel things.

And she moves again and we can tell it feels very good indeed.

Suddenly a VOICE from behind -

HANCOCK (O.S.)

Wells? Kenny Wells?

Wells looks up at MARK HANCOCK. A trim, self-assured South

African mining mogul, CEO of Newport Holdings.

HANCOCK (CONT’D)

Mark Hancock. Seems I’ve caught you at

a bit of a disadvantage, Mr. Wells.

Wells doesn’t skip a beat. He stands, steps out of the tub,

completely naked, for all to see. Wells extends his dripping

hand, which Hancock, unflappable, accepts with a smile.

WELLS:

Good to meet you. This is Rachel.

HANCOCK:

I know the lovely Rachel.

Wells wraps a towel.

WELLS:

Hancock controls more gold than anyone

else on the planet.

HANCOCK:

With the possible exception now

of Mr. Wells.

Wells takes a moment, finding his smokes, checking out Rachel

in water and moonlight.

WELLS:

So, this is how it happens?

HANCOCK:

This is how it happens.

He lights a cigarette with his gold Dunhill lighter.

86.

EXT. THE SKYLINE OF MANHATTAN - SUNRISE

The sun rises through the buildings to the east. We’re

drifting down the Hudson, hearing the sounds of sex.

Pulling into the corporate chopper as Rachel rides Wells.

RACHEL:

I’ve always wanted to do this.

WELLS:

I wish to god it had occurred to me.

The chopper banks, the Statue of Liberty one direction, the

twin towers and all of Manhattan the other.

INT. BROWN, THOMAS - CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY

Hancock and his lawyers are seated at one end, Wells's bankers

at the other including Dresher and Binkert. No one is

speaking, they listen to the rant coming from the next room.

WELLS (O.S.)

This isn’t a deal, it’s a goddamn rape!

INT. BROWN, THOMAS - ANTEROOM - CONTINUOUS

Wells paces like an animal. His personal banker, Stanton,

looks on, shocked. Woolf tries to talk him down.

WOOLF:

Kenny, listen to me -

WELLS:

This is mine! I found it, me and Mike.

We were the ones up to our asses in

sh*t and mud and malaria and this

a**hole offers a minority

partnership?!

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