Mumford Page #20

MUMFORD (V.O.)

Of course, him being insane didn't

make it all right that I fell in

love with his wife.

SKIP (V.O.)

Holy sh*t!

EXT. SECOND FLOOR PORCH, THE DUPLEX HOUSE - NIGHT

Mumford settles back in his chair as Skip shakes his head,

astounded.

MUMFORD:

(announcer-like)

"Get to know your therapist."

SKIP:

You were messed up, man.

MUMFORD:

(dry)

But look at me now...

SKIP:

Hey, you've done good. Look at

yourself... you've cleaned up, you've

got a career --

Skip stops, remembers the truth, realizes. Mumford smiles.

SKIP:

At least you pulled yourself out...

MUMFORD:

Things got a lot worse.

SKIP:

You and Candy...?

INT. BEDROOM, MUMFORD'S CITY APARTMENT - DAY

MUMFORD'S POV from his bed. Candy finishes dressing across

the room. She looks at camera, her face full of the pain of

leaving.

EXT. FIRESCAPE/ROOF, BUILDING IN CITY - DAY

MOVING POV as Mumford follows Gregory up the ladder and onto

the roof of this old building in a rundown industrial

neighborhood.

MUMFORD (V.O.)

The way the District Managers got

ahead and won their bonuses was by

generating maximum payments. That

meant the revenue officers had to

use all their "collection tools" --

seizures, liens, levies -- even if a

more reasonable compromise could

have been worked out. The best way

to reduce resistance from the

taxpayers was to build a convincing

case -- whether there'd actually

been a violation or not...

Mumford follows Gregory, crawling, to the edge of the roof

and looks down on a building one block over. It is a small

furniture factory. Employees are eating their lunches on the

loading dock.

MUMFORD (V.O.)

That's where we came in. Our DM was

a particular sonuvabitch, and he

knew just how to get Gregory crazy.

INT. ETHNIC RESTAURANT - NIGHT

MUMFORD'S POV takes in his ATTRACTIVE DATE next to him, then

PANS TO Candy and Gregory across the table. Everybody's

laughing. Candy flashes Mumford a momentary special look.

MUMFORD'S POV guiltily PANS TO Gregory. Did he see it?

MUMFORD (V.O.)

So several things were working on

Gregory when we started building a

case against a furniture maker named

Edmond Worrell...

EXT. PARKING LOT, FURNITURE FACTORY - MAGIC

BINOCULAR VIEW of EDMOND WORRELL and MRS. WORRELL as they

get in a Cadillac at the end of a workday.

MUMFORD (V.O.)

...and his family.

INT. BUSINESS OFFICE, WORRELL FURNITURE FACTORY - NIGHT

Lit by powerful flashlights, Gregory and Mumford attack the

files of the company, both in cabinets and on computer.

MUMFORD (V.O.)

Gregory was acting more and more

irrational. We started doing things

that were over the line even for the

IRS. When I look back on it now, I'm

sure Gregory must have known about

Candy and me. On our team, I had

become...

INT. MEN'S ROOM, WORRELL FURNITURE FACTORY - NIGHT

EXTREME CLOSE-UP A LINE OF COCAINE on the top of a toilet

tank as it is sucked out of sight.

MUMFORD (V.O.)

...the responsible one.

INT. BEDROOM, MUMFORD'S CITY APARTMENT - DAY

MUMFORD'S POV IS A BLURRY SHAPE until Candy moves up and

away, her face sweaty and aroused, torso naked. She's on top

of Mumford.

INT. GOVERNMENT CAR - DAY

Mumford's POV slides into the passenger seat. Gregory is

already sitting in the driver's seat. He stares at Mumford a

long time.

INT. CORRIDOR, SHABBY OFFICE BUILDING - DAY

Mumford is following Gregory and REVENUE OFFICER MCLURE down

the hall. They reach a door with the painted sign: "SAMUEL

GORBECK, C.P.A."

MUMFORD (V.O.)

Sometimes when a case didn't work

out right, Gregory and this Revenue

Officer named McLure would put the

squeeze on the subject's accountant...

As they start to enter, SOFT CUT TO:

INT. GORBECK'S INNER OFFICE - DAY

GORBECK listens, intimidated by McLure, who sits on the

accountant's desk, and Gregory, who is moving around the

office -- snooping.

MUMFORD (V.O.)

There aren't many accountants who

don't have something to worry about

with the Service...

INT. IRS OFFICES - DAY

Edmond Worrell, his wife, his adult SON and DAUGHTER,

WORRELL'S LAWYER, and, finally, the accountant Gorbeck are

ushered toward a conference room by McLure, Gregory and some

other IRS types. Gorbeck sneaks a nervous look at Mumford.

Gregory, who now appears slightly mad, motions for Mumford

to join them.

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