Murderland Page #4

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SAUNDRA:

I disagree. I think we should start

looking into the severance pay

schedules and make sure the people with

families can.....

ZACH:

Look, Miss. I know you're still upset

about that incident in Chicago, but

understand, this is a cut throat

business. We don't have time to play

nursemaid to every single Tom Dick and

Harry.

SAUNDRA:

Maybe we should make the time.

Especially considering the sixteen

million dollars we have set aside

expressly to settle law suits from

these very events.

The whole room sits still for a moment.

FRED THOMISON:

(democratically)

Let's put it to a vote. All those in

favor of cutting loose without the

proper relations to our old co workers

? Put your hands up.

Only Zach raises his hand.

FRED THOMISON:

That about covers it then. Now the next

order of business will be.....

CUT TO:

INT. CEO PENTHOUSE, FIRST BANK - DAY

This goes way beyond posh here. There are exotic

paintings (originals) and lots of open spaces. Elephant

tusks and other hunter type trophies. This is definitely

a man's office from a man who suffers from penis envy.

He has all the high brow, multi millionaire furnishings

in dark wood and an outside fountain and arboretum. This

room is at least three thousand square feet.

ZACH enters with his briefcase in hand.

From outside enters, John C. McCay, president of First

Bank. He's in his mid to late fifties and all gray hair

and a little portly. He wears glasses and presents

himself as having power.

JOHN C. MCCAY

Zachory ! My boy, how goes the carnage

down on 44 ?

ZACH:

Not that well sir. I believe we have a

few too many soft hearts in the

building. Did we aquire a bank from

Chicago or a charity ?

JOHN C. MCCAY

Relax, son. They'll learn in time that

you don't f*** with First Bank. This is

the real deal and we aim to keep it

strong. My Daddy always told me that

Only The Strong Survive.

ZACH:

I thought that was Darwin, sir. Or

perhaps Nietzsche ?

JOHN C. MCCAY

Perhaps it was. I was in boarding

school for so many years, it's hard to

remember. Do you have the tape of the

latest exploits from my favorite hobby

?

ZACH:

Yes sir, I do. Last night's, fresh from

the Park.

JOHN C. MCCAY

I have to say, that I am glad you are

such an amazing kiss ass.

ZACH:

Thank you , sir. Sir, may I ask you a

question ?

JOHN C. MCCAY

Of course.

ZACH:

While I am not morally against these

little, shall we say "hobbies", as long

as I am on the payroll, but why not

something like a yacht club ?

JOHN C. MCCAY

Zach, how old are you, son ?

ZACH:

I am thirty two.

JOHN C. MCCAY

And how much do we pay you annually ?

ZACH:

I make roughly four hundred thousand a

year.

JOHN C. MCCAY

Zach my boy, I can spend your yearly

salary in a blink. I have had that kind

of money all of my life. If I wanted

to, I could fly to Paris for the

afternoon.

(starts to pace)

My father formed this company over

seventy years ago. When my brother

became mentally challenged, it was put

in my charge. Now running a bank of

this size is very stressful. I need to

relax on what little down time I have.

A yacht club will not quite make my

blood pressure decline. Understand ?

ZACH:

Yes sir.

JOHN C. MCCAY

I have entrusted you with a great many

things. In your tenure with this

company you have seen and heard things

that could upset the very economic

world in which we live. I think this

kind of loyalty should be rewarded.

ZACH:

Thank you, sir.

John C. McCay reaches into his desk and hands Zach a pen

set.

ZACH (CONT'D)

Thank you, sir. I was really hoping for

shares, or possibly cash... but this,

this is really personal.

JOHN C. MCCAY

Son, let's watch the tape.

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