Mumford Page #4

Skip confirms that's it.

MUMFORD:

Can I ask you a personal question?

SKIP:

Of course! That's exactly what I

want.

MUMFORD:

Have you thought about getting a

wife?

Skip makes a face and gesture to indicate a large "YES!",

but also total frustration and failure.

SKIP:

When Panda started to happen, I was

dating women from New York, San

Francisco, L.A. They came out of the

woodwork. Models, actresses, venture

capitalists... These were not the

kind of girls who were interested in

me before I hit it... And you know

what I discovered? I discovered these

girls did not love me for myself.

The majority of them didn't even

like me. But a lot of them would've

gladly become Mrs. Skipperton for a

while. Can you imagine that --

marrying someone just because they've

got money?

Mumford considers that.

SKIP:

I gotta pee.

(he gets up, a little

wobbly)

Can I ask you something? This town

is called Mumford... Been that way

since... 18... 18-0... 18-0...

(finally remembers)

...thirteen! Right?

(Mumford:
if you say

so)

Now here's the question -- Your name

is Mumford, too.

MUMFORD:

Is that the question?

SKIP:

You moved here from back East and

your name is the same as this town.

Is that right?

(Mumford shrugs)

Far out.

Skip takes a few steps toward the men's room, then comes

back and leans down toward Mumford.

SKIP:

I hope you don't think I want you to

do this for free. Just because we're

gonna play it like we're friends,

doesn't mean I won't pay you like a

doctor.

MUMFORD:

I understand.

SKIP:

I have a lot of money. Do you know

how much money I've got?

MUMFORD:

Don't tell me, 'cause I'm not going

to tell you what I've got.

SKIP:

I've got three big ones.

MUMFORD:

I'm impressed. I couldn't make three

million dollars if I lived three

lifetimes.

SKIP:

No, no... I have three billion

dollars.

Skip stumbles off to take a leak. Mumford takes a moment to

digest that. It's difficult.

INT. MUMFORD'S OFFICE - DAY

Mumford is listening to Lionel, the arrogant lawyer who asked

about him in the restaurant. Lionel is lying on the couch,

talking with enormous energy; he has a serious superiority

complex. Mumford can't stand him and the session seems to be

lasting an eternity.

LIONEL:

...so I'm watching Brokaw and they've

got some astronomer, this little

limey know-it-all, and he's telling

how, with this Himball telescope,

they've discovered there are maybe

400 million more galaxies than they

thought there were. And I guess that's

supposed to make me feel small? I'm

supposed to feel insignificant? Is

that the point? Because I can tell

you it didn't.

Mumfords eyes dart to look at --

THE CLOCK on the bookshelf: 2:23

MUMFORD:

Lionel, since this is our first

session together, maybe --

Lionel is twisting his neck around painfully to look back at

Mumford.

MUMFORD:

-- you can sit up and look at me if

you'd like --

(Lionel waves that

off and looks away)

-- maybe it would be helpful if you

told me a little about what brought

you here.

LIONEL:

Kind of impatient for a big-time

headshrinker, aren't you? How 'bout

you let me explain it my own way...

As Lionel goes on, Mumford's eyes again dart toward -- THE

CLOCK:
still 2:23! Hold on it. Finally, it moves. Mumford's

eyes dart toward his desk --

A deadly-looking letter opener in the shape of Excalibur

stands GLINTING LIGHT in a marble rendition of Arthur's stone.

LIONEL:

...and in the dream, it's always the

same, I wake up in my room from when

I was I kid in Ohio, and I realize

this is the day of the big exam at

school...

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