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Wells grabs his briefcase and heads into his adjunct office.
6.
INT. GREENHORNS BATHROOM - DAY
Fresh shirt laid out. Wells gives himself a sink bath.
Electric shave. Visine. Gargle of Scope.
And WE GO...
INT. THE THREE GREENHORNS BAR - MOMENTS LATER
Wells emerges, transformed, presents himself to Kay.
KAY:
It’s a miracle.
WELLS:
A million bucks?
Her looks says let’s not get carried away, but she says:
KAY:
Two million.
He drains his drink.
WELLS:
I’ll come by for you after. We’ll
celebrate.
KAY:
I’ll have my dancing shoes on.
Down the bar a NICKEL SLOT MACHINE noisily pays out. They both
see this as a good sign.
WELLS:
I’ve got a good feeling about this.
And he’s off. And WE GO:
INT. COLEMAN & MEAD CAPITAL GROUP - RECEPTION - DAY
TIGHT ON a PICTORIAL in Northern Prospector. Wells, in the
reception of a local investment bank, flipping pages. Flip
Flip. Checks his watch, looks at the receptionist, BEV.
WELLS:
Any idea how much longer, Bev?
BEV:
Shouldn’t be too much longer now,
Kenny. How you been?
6A.
He makes the so-so gesture with his hand. Two bankers enter.
LLOYD STANTON (30’s) and HENRY ANDREWS, even younger, in nicer
suits, with looks on their faces that say, “Let’s get this
over with.” Stanton extends his hand.
7.
STANTON:
Mr. Wells, I’m Lloyd Stanton. My
colleague Henry Andrews.
Wells puts on a smile and shakes hands.
WELLS:
Good to meet you.
STANTON:
Come on back.
INT. COLEMAN & MEAD CAPITAL GROUP - CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY
Stanton and Andrews take seats at one end of the conference
table. Wells stands uncomfortably alone at the other end.
STANTON:
What can we do for you?
WELLS:
Aren’t we waiting for Clive?
STANTON:
Mr. Coleman is tied up in a meeting.
WELLS:
No offense boys, but I was supposed to
be meeting with Clive.
STANTON:
None taken. But, if you were
supposed to be meeting with Clive
you’d be meeting with Clive.
That stung. Wells takes just a moment to recover. Sits. Slaps
a smile on his face and slides documents across the table.
WELLS:
We’re developing some very exciting
properties that are spot-on for your
investor profile: low buy-in with a
sizable upside and the beautiful part
is they’re all only twelve to eighteen
months to cash positive.
Stanton and Andrews listen impassively, scanning the documents.
ANDREWS:
Manitoba?
WELLS:
We picked up an option on a skipped
claim at auction.
8.
ANDREWS:
It’s a ninety day option.
WELLS:
Yes, the window is narrow, but there’s
an excellent shale formation that...
STANTON:
...Natural Gas? Environmental
impact’s gonna be a b*tch. I don’t
like the liability. What’s next?
He dismissively flips the page, leaving Wells to quickly
shift gears.
WELLS:
Eastern Utah. We’re sitting on a nice
land-lease opportunity. The
overburden is borax rich so there’s an
immediate revenue source, but the real
prize is in the granite under-shelf.
Our studies point to rich chromium and
nickel deposits.
ANDREWS:
There’s a pretty long chain of title
on this claim. No payouts. What
makes you think you’re gonna be
luckier than all these others?
WELLS:
All under capitalized. Never got past
development, none of them.
STANTON:
Under capitalized? I’m not sure under
capitalized does your situation
justice.
Wells swallows down another helping of pride and pushes on.
WELLS:
We’ve hit a down turn, yes, true
enough, but...
STANTON:
...Mr. Wells, Washoe has a practical
value hovering just above zero. Your
debt load is untenable and you come to
us with raw land, no infrastructure,
no fungible assets. You can’t possibly
expect us to underwrite this.
9.
WELLS:
I’m talking about a small offering
here. If you’ll just look at the geo
you’ll see what I see, which is money.
Stanton looks him in the eye. A beat.
STANTON:
Not our money.
He closes the documents with an air of finality.
STANTON (CONT’D)
We can’t help you, Mr. Wells.
WELLS:
These are jackpot, gentlemen. You
back away from these - these are
career changing opportunities.
Stanton rises from his chair.
STANTON:
If you’ll excuse us.
WELLS:
I want to talk to Clive!
Wells stands, his already red face flushing, every broken
capillary showing like battle scars.
WELLS (CONT’D)
My father put Clive Coleman on the
map. He built this goddamn bank!
STANTON:
You are not your father, Mr. Wells.
Like a dagger. Wells stands stunned by the statement.
STANTON (CONT’D)
Bring us something we can sell and
we’ll talk.
WELLS:
These are good properties.
STANTON:
They’re crap, Wells. Played out handme-
downs. I’d be embarrassed to even
talk to my clients about them.
Andrews...
Stanton slides the documents across the table at Wells.
10.
STANTON (CONT’D)
Wells gathers up his papers.
WELLS:
Yeah. Go f*** yourself.
He grabs his bag and walks out with as much dignity as he
can muster.
Stanton watches him go. He knows he did his job, he kicked
Wells's ass, but it doesn’t mean he has to feel good about it.
There but by the grace of God... Andrews, on the other hand,
is smiling, misreading his boss.
ANDREWS:
Not even noon and the guy reeks like a
still.
STANTON:
Shut up, Andrews.
EXT./INT. WELLS'S CAR - CONTINUOUS
Wells on the street. Tracking with him. Walk of shame. Door
slams. Leans back in his car seat. Trembling.
WELLS (V.O)
That had to be the worst day of my
life.
WE PULL IN CLOSE on Wells's face, panic rising in his eyes...
DISSOLVE TO:
AN AMBER STREAM OF SEAGRAMS splashing over a tumbler of ice.
WELLS (V.O) (CONT’D)
I’d lost my house and was living at
Kay’s. We were pretty close to losing
that, too.
EXT. RENO NEIGHBORHOOD - DUSK
A street of small tract homes. A nice little neighborhood
forty years ago, now it feels a lot like the people who live
here -- tired and in need of attention. It’s getting dark,
that moment the night and soul closes in.
11.
INT. KAY’S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - EVENING
The place is small and reflects a woman’s touch, just the
slightest bit girly. Everything worn, humble, but maintained.
On the counter, we see a mess of BILLS, mostly RED NOTICES --
Phone. Electric. Gas. Car. Wells sits on the edge of the sofa,
talking on the phone, pitching for his very life.
WELLS:
...we’re looking at yields in the high
six figures... Yes, that’s right.
Kenny Wells. Washoe Mining. I spoke to
your wife last week.
A SERIES OF DISSOLVES. MORE WHISKEY -- as much spills on the
table as makes it into the glass. On the table, a pretty good
dent in the bottle.
WELLS (CONT’D)
...I’m taking out of my personal
holdings to cover demand... Could you
hold on a sec, I’ve got to take this
call...
IT’S DARK NOW
Wells is now slumped in an armchair. He muzzles the phone and
reaches for his drink.
WELLS (V.O) (CONT’D)
Washoe Mining, the company my
grandfather scratched out of the side
of a Nevada mountain, that my father
built into a real player.
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