Lost in America Page #4
- R
- Year:
- 1985
- 91 min
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PAUL:
David, that's enough.
DAVID:
No. I haven't even started yet.
Now listen, let's say a giant
mistake was made. Pretend none of
this was ever said. I'm the vice
president. Everything will be
fine. I'll stay here. I'll work
on Ford. I'll move into my new
house. You and Brad can come
over for drinks. And now, let's
bring out Allen Funt and everybody
will yell, "Surprise," right?
I'm vice president, right?
PAUL:
David, the position is filled.
DAVID:
Well, then you can go f*** yourself!
BRAD:
(gets up)
Paul, I can't work with this man.
PAUL:
I can't either. David, you're fired.
DAVID:
Fired! How dare you? I can't believe
this! You want to know something?
I was nervous about coming in here
today. I said to my friends, "Maybe
I won't get this." You know what
everyone of them said? "Stop it.
You're being stupid. You're the
best man. There's no one else.
You're the best man." And what does
the best man do? He stands next to
the groom and watches the groom
become vice president!
PAUL:
I can see you're upset. I'll forget
what you said earlier. I don't think
you want to jeopardize eight years
with this company.
DAVID:
F*** you!
PAUL:
That's it. Get out.
DAVID:
for what? What do you mean
jeopardize eight years? What
eight years? All I did was live
for the future. Why didn't you
tell me a long time ago that I
was too clever? You should have
told me five years ago, then I
could've gone somewhere else.
PAUL:
I didn't know it five years ago.
DAVID:
Don't say anything else. I'll
kill you.
PAUL:
(presses a buzzer)
Get me security, please.
DAVID:
Oh, I can't believe it. Security.
Okay, listen to me. I want my
eight years back! Give me my
life back! I want my eight years
back! Give them to me!
Paul stares at him. Brad gets up.
BRAD:
I'm going back to the hotel. David,
you're making a big mistake.
DAVID:
You don't even know me, you
baldheaded fart!
Brad stares at him and then walks out. He turns back to
Paul.
DAVID:
(continuing)
I can't believe that I almost
wasted my entire life here!
I've been waiting very, very
patiently and I realize now what
would've happened. This would've
gone on for years and years and
years and when I was seventy, I
would've gotten a watch. Actually
you wouldn't even have given me a
watch. You would've told me I was
too clever, that I would instinctively
know the time. You know something,
Paul? I made fun of my friends who
dropped out of college and went to
"find themselves." I told them they
were stupid. I laughed at them.
And what did I do? I went with
you. Good choice, wasn't it? What
did I get for doing that? A transfer.
I could've gotten that from a bus.
You're a human bus, Jesus Christ!
You liar! I don't know where those
drop-outs are today, but I've got
to find them! I owe them a big
apology. 'Cause let me tell you
something. They have more integrity
on their little tab of acid than
you have in your entire body, you
big f***ing jerk!
A security guard enters.
PAUL:
(stands up)
Would you escort Mr. Howard out,
please?
DAVID:
He doesn't have to escort me out.
I'm honored to leave.
David opens the office door. He begins to yell so
everyone can hear him. This is reminiscent of the
scene from "Network."
DAVID:
(continuing)
Before I leave, I think it's very
important for everyone in this
company to know what went on in
here today.
I don't know how many lunches you've
all had with that man and I don't
know what he's said over salad or
dessert or whatever he buys you,
but you better not believe it!
He's a real smoothie! He'll tell
you about the stepping stones!
That's his favorite expression.
He'll tell you about the stepping
stones and where they lead. Well,
I found out where they lead! To
a baldheaded fat man in New York!
Get out! Get out now! Smell the
roses! Smell anything! Just smell!
Smell before it's too late!!
The office is applauding wildly. We HOLD on them for
a second.
CUT TO:
11BEVERLY HILLS ROBINSON'S DEPT. STORE - DAY
David's car enters the parking lot at high speed. The
car screeches to a halt. He jumps out.
CUT TO:
12INT. ROBINSON'S MAIN FLOOR
David walks hurriedly towards the elevators oblivious
to the others.
CUT TO:
13INT. J.W. ROBINSON'S - DAY
David is walking towards the personnel office. We've
never seen him like this before. He's alive. He's got
more than bounce in his step. It's as if he weighs 12
pounds. He's on another planet. He's smiling at every-
body. He has the look of a "Re-born." As he enters
the personnel department, he sees Nancy in her office.
Because Nancy's office is separated from the others by
a thin piece of glass, if you speak too loudly everyone
can hear. David is not about to lower his voice. He
has no concept anymore of volume. He's just too excited.
David bursts in.
DAVID:
Nancy!
Nancy looks up.
NANCY:
God, you scared me.
DAVID:
Nancy, come here.
(he pulls her up
by her shoulders)
Quit. Quit, right now. We're
getting out.
NANCY:
What?
DAVID:
Now. Quit.
NANCY:
Quit?
DAVID:
Now. Come on. I did. Now, you
do it.
NANCY:
You did? You quit your job?
DAVID:
Surprised, aren't you? You wouldn't
have believed me. You would've loved
it. No more me. No more waiting.
No more responsible David. Jesus,
they were leading me down a dead-end
street! I've been on the wrong road.
I realize what you meant. I've been
too responsible. So responsible, God!
I've been responsibly blind!
NANCY:
I never would've used the word
responsible if I thought you would
have taken it so literally. It was
just a word. I really didn't mean
anything by it.
DAVID:
Stop. Don't do this. Don't. I'm
giving you the credit. You did mean
it and you were right.
I don't know where the hell I've
been for the last ten years. What
happened to me? I lost the feeling
of life. Jesus, I was being jacked
off. Nancy, they were just jacking
me off!
David's voice is a bit loud. We can see people look from
other offices.
NANCY:
Honey, shh.
(whispering)
A little lower, please?
DAVID:
(whispering)
Okay. They were jacking me off.
(his voice starts
to rise again)
They were leading me down this road.
You know, this road?
NANCY:
What road?
DAVID:
The road to nowhere. You know the
road. The Nowhere Road. I was
being tugged along with this carrot.
"Come here. Come here. Come here."
But no one told me it was a f***ing
cul-de-sac! We've been on the
wrong road.
NANCY:
Who was made vice president?
DAVID:
(laughing it off)
Oh, Nancy, that's all over now.
That's kid's stuff.
(in a childlike voice)
Vice President. Class Secretary.
Cloakroom Monitor. Treasurer.
They're all stupid.
(regular voice)
If you really want to know who
it was, it was Phil Shubano.
NANCY:
No! Why?
DAVID:
We'll never know. The Lord works
in mysterious ways, but if there
is a God, you know what will happen
to Phil? He'll get his profit
sharing and he'll buy a boat with it
and he'll crash the boat and die.
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