The Monkey's Paw Page #2

better not pIay mine.

Hey, thanks, man.

Hey, I'm gonna be

right back, aII right?

Yeah, I'm going to go

get some air myseIf. Ow!

Hitting me Iike that.

Hey, GiII.

Look, man, I'm sorry about the

way things went down today.

No, it's not so bad, kid.

Don't worry about it.

HeII, you gave me

a second chance at Iife.

After aII,

a man my age shouId have

no probIem

finding another job.

WeII, the job market being

in such good shape and aII,

as am I.

PIus with my

generous severance package,

future's Iooking

pretty damn bright.

I guess I shouId be

thanking you, Jake.

Is that what you

came over here for?

So I couId thank you?

Yeah, I was just... I'm sorry.

(BELCHES)

Hey, boy!

I bought you

something to ease the pain.

I hope you noticed that...

I tried to stick up

for you back there today.

GILLESPIE:

Kevin Weiss has had a bean

up his butt about

me from the start.

Mmm-hmm.

Ah, it's just some ugIy oId

thing my daddy gave me as a boy.

ShouId've got rid of

it a Iong time ago.

It's a monkey's paw.

-What?

-Monkey's paw.

My daddy said it'II do magic,

if you want it to.

Hey, Iook at that.

Monkey magic?

Some kind of hoodoo?

I never wouId have taken you

as an Obeah man.

A IittIe too paIe.

GILLESPIE:
TeII you honestIy,

I'm not sure what it is.

But I'II teII you this...

My daddy said it can

take hoId of a man's Iife,

move the pieces around.

It just gets passed on

from one person to the next,

bending a man's

fate to his own wiII,

giving him whatever he wants.

How? How does it work?

Three boons.

Three good wishes

that onIy its owner can ask.

Have you ever seen it actuaIIy

work, you know, the wishes?

GILLESPIE:
Of course.

I wished for

eternaI good Iooks.

(CHUCKLES)

Go ahead.

Give it a shot.

AII right.

Won't be too hard.

I wish for that

bitchin' GT outside.

AII right.

It feIt good.

You guys feeI that?

-It's my turn.

-GILLESPIE:
No!

It's his now.

It won't work for no one eIse

tiII he finishes his three boons.

(SCOFFS)

I can't, it's yours.

It's you know,

from your dad and aII.

Nope. It's yours now.

It's just an oId

trinket anyhow.

You're doing me a favor getting

that thing out of my sight.

Consider it a peace treaty.

No hard feeIings.

No hard feeIings, boy.

Booga-booga-booga! (CHUCKLES)

Hey?

It's stiII here.

Man, she is...

...pretty.

Whose is that?

(GROWLS)

Look at that.

Whoa! Whoa!

Come on, man, Iet's go.

I'm getting tired.

How about that?

Damn! Damn, Jake!

Keys are in it.

Look for yourseIf.

Whoa! How about that?

That thing worked.

Come on, man,

you know it's a coincidence.

Maybe.

(SCOFFS)

(COBB WHOOPING)

Yeah, come on, baby.

JAKE:

Car's not in the driveway.

I don't think she's home.

Hmm.

ExactIy what

was the pIan here?

What you think, you're going to

drive up and sweep her off her feet

and drive off into the sunset,

just the three of us?

You're ready to go.

I'm ready to go.

No, no, hoId on. HoId on!

Just so it

shouIdn't be a totaI Ioss.

Cobb, what are you doing?

Nothing. Just stay in the

car, Jake, untiI I come.

Don't get your

panties in a twist.

Get back in the car.

No, no, it's aII right. I'm

just going to Ieave a message.

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This is our boss's house.

No, seriousIy, stop!

Don't do that.

Don't ever do that.

Come on, man.

We got to go, aII right?

AII right, but don't forget.

You mess with the Cobb,

you get the corn.

Huh? (LAUGHS)

Nasty drunk, you know that?

Uh-oh.

What's going on, Jake?

Hey, OIivia.

Kevin's not home.

LittIe Iate for

stopping by, don't you think?

Is it? Um...

(EXHALES) I'm sorry.

I don't have my phone on me.

-Are you drunk?

-No.

You know Tony.

He works at the factory.

Hi Tony. Whose car?

It's mine.

-You have a car now?

-Yeah.

I wished for it.

Okay.

Hey. Oh, OIivia, um...

What part of this

won't you understand?

Where's Kevin?

At this time of night,

shouIdn't he be home?

He's prepping for

the fundraiser at St. Luke's.

(SCOFFS)

But I just drove by there

and they're aII cIosed up.

So I wiII be

expecting him back shortIy.

Why are you Iooking for him?

Um...

I'm here for you.

(SCOFFS)

Yeah. That's one

thing you've never been.

That's reaIIy mean,

and reaIIy not nice.

Okay, I'm married, Jake.

Too IittIe, too Iate.

Says who?

Me.

Go on, go home.

Before Kevin comes

home and fires your ass.

-Goodnight, Tony.

-Hey!

Gosh, she's reaIIy pretty.

ActuaIIy kind of

a fetching girI, she is.

See the way she Iook at you?

I think you got a shot.

You think you got

a shot with her?

What are you doing

with that knife, Cobb?

Just going to

twist his titties,

that warthog, if he was home.

That's aII.

Just going to break

his chops a IittIe bit.

Yeah, it didn't seem Iike

you were breaking chops, man.

What did it Iook Iike?

I don't know.

Looks Iike maybe you're

Iosing your mind

a IittIe bit, that's what.

Hey man, I'm not the one making

wishes on a monkey's paw, am I?

Huh. Losing my mind.

Maybe I am Iosing my mind.

-Watch!

-(TIRES SCREECH)

(GROANS)

(PANTING)

(GRUNTS)

Cobb?

Hey?

-Hey.

-(COBB MUMBLES)

HeIp. Jake, heIp me.

What's that?

Hey, buddy?

Cobb?

I'm going to caII for heIp.

Hey man.

I wish you weren't dead.

HeIp!

Oh, my Lord.

WOMAN:
911 operator,

what is your emergency?

HeII on Earth, sister, I need an

ambuIance. Fast as you can, aII right?

Hold on, now.

What's your location?

I'm a ways out on I-10,

near Metairie.

Stay calm.

Tell me what happened.

I didn't see a damn thing.

I don't know, I just... I

was driving aIong on the road

and then I just

stopped and I saw him

and I think

this feIIow's dead.

Just... I don't know.

You need to come now.

(WOMAN ON PHONE

SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Yes!

I toId you,

I don't know what's going on.

(GASPS)

Am I stiII dead?

Watch!

GILLESPIE:

Take hold of a man's life.

Bending a man's fate.

Giving him whatever he wants.

(GRUNTS)

(RATS SQUEAKING)

JILL:
l got three brothers.

As we speak, one's

Iocked up in Jeff Parish.

One's an MP and one's

a minor Ieague hockey forward.

My ex, they used to caII him

''Haymaker'' BaiIey.

So you see,

I've had my fair share

of patching up

noggins over the years.

StiII say you ought to go to the

hospitaI, but no one Iistens to me.

(INDISTINCT WHISPERING)

I don't feeI nothing.

Tough stuff, huh?

Impressive.

Poor thing.

Been through a trauma,

your beard is aII white.

I aIways did have

a thing for the oId feIIers.

Who's Abby?

ReaI nice.

(INDISTINCT WHISPERING)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

JILL:
Hey, Jenny.

Because I

brought someone home.

I don't know,

it sounded interesting.

Okay, and I'm

freaking bored, aII right!

Turns out there wasn't much

to work with anyway.

(DOOR OPENS)

I'II caII you back.

(INDISTINCT WHISPERING)

I think you shouId go home.

Send you on back to

that Abby of yours.

Hey! Where you going with

that? That's my hoodie.

(INDISTINCT WHISPERING)

(STRAINING)

-Hey, hey.

-Good morning, Detective.

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