THE MORBID SEVEN RISE AGAIN Page #6

INT. ON DELTA PLANE - TAXIING (BUCHAREST AIRPORT) - DAY

Lazarus Heisenberg sits in a window seat on a flight to Munich. He looks at pictures of the girls he had just met.

He looks at and turns the first picture. On the back, he writes Ivanka (5) and $5,000. On to the next picture, Natasha (4) $2,000. Taps his forehead with the pen and writes Jan? Janka? Junka? (3) $900. He is stumped on the last two pictures. He jots down (2) $600, the least attractive - (1) $200. Total (15).

He looks at the photos and adds up the total amount owing. He writes $7,700. He puffs his chest, crosses his arms, relaxes back in his seat, closes his eyes and wears a smile of contentment. Five seconds later, he looks alert again, looks at the pictures restarts the adding-up. He crosses the old number and writes the new one - $8,700. Then, he writes 3750, crosses it, and writes 3765. He throws his arms up in a “What-the-hell-type” gesture. He pumps his chest out again and giggles.

The STEWARDESS stops by.

STEWARDESS:

Excuse me Sir, we’re taking off. Belt on please.

LAZARUS:

We are? Really?

STEWARDESS:

Yes, take off is in five minutes.

LAZARUS:

(looks seductively)

That would be 3766, right?

STEWARDESS:

No, you’re on a 767, not 766. It’s a Boeing.

LAZARUS:

(giggles)

Ok, I got my numbers wrong again.

STEWARDESS:

(smiles politely)

We all do from time to time. Would you care for a drink, sir?

LAZARUS:

Champagne please. Would you like to join me?

STEWARDESS:

No thank you. I’m on duty.

LAZARUS:

Thank you, madame, I found our conversation very encouraging.

STEWARDESS:

Many people do. Have a good flight, sir.

Lazarus relaxes and starts thumping gently on his chin

EXT. OUTSIDE LUTHER ZOMBESCU’S HOUSE - DAY

Once out of the morgue, they pick up their stride and act and move about like the rest of us.

Doc Garner gets lucky. A taxi was going past, hails it and asks to be taken to Bucharest Airport.

Nikola Petrescu hails a passing tractor and asks the farmer to drop him at the nearest bus station.

Eli joins his brother Zach. Together with Baron Frederick von Garten they get in a car. For a sum of money, the driver takes them to Bucharest Airport.

Lazarus Heisenberg seems stranded until a young girl riding a Harley in a bandido-looking outfit, goes past. He waves at her; she does a 360 and he hitches a ride.

SERIES OF SHOTS:

-- Nikola is seen buying a ticket on the bus to take him to Bucharest.

-- Lazarus is next seen in a shanty house. Half a dozen Harleys and their cheap Chinese versions are parked outside. He soon gets back on the action.

-- Doc, Eli and Zach are seen exchanging telephone numbers and short notes in the airport cafeteria. Baron Frederick von Garten joins them. He tells them he can hop on to a plane to Brussels any time so he wants to spend some time with them.

INT. ON PLANE - TAXIING (BUCHAREST AIRPORT) - DAY

Zach and Eli are on a Delta Flight to New York. It is on the taxiway readying for take-off from Bucharest Airport.

Zach’s cell rings.

ZACH:

This is Zach, I told you not to call again.

NOVAK (V.O.)

Have you thought about what I said the other day?

ZACH:

You said many things.

NOVAK (V.O.)

True, the most important, I decide if you live or if you die.

ZACH:

I don’t believe that.

NOVAK (V.O.)

You better do. And don’t think about taking that chip off your ass. It would mean one thing. Instant death. Being so insolent I have upped my price. Now I want fifty per cent. Five, Zero.

ZACH:

No deal, Novak, I will give you a quarter of a million dollars for coming out ten years too early. That’s it. Bye, a**hole.

(turns to Eli)

The prick wants us to short the mortgage market. F*** him.

ELI:

What’s that?

ZACH:

In short, wreck the financial market for our personal gains.

INT. GUN SHOP (DALLAS) - DAY

Doc Garner walks in a gun store at Jake’s Gun Gallery, in Highland Park Village, Dallas, Texas. He acknowledges the GUN OWNER (55) a burly mustachioed man with his left arm loaded with tattoos and the Lone Star emblazoned on his forehead. He looks Doc up and down while his customer glances at the various gun displays. Doc hands him a list.

GUN OWNER:

Hey buddy, who you shooting? Heading to Tombstone, Arizona?

GARNER:

They tell me you’re the best to turn me into a Wyatt Earp - head to toe. I got ten big ones in cash.

The gun owner reaches under the bench and gets a picture out. Doc looks at it.

GARNER:

That’s exactly the Wyatt I want. Give me the closest to the real McCoy.

GUN OWNER:

Not much change from ten. Stay by the counter. The camera is on you. Your name?

GARNER:

They call me Doc. No worries, man. Happy to be back from the dead. It’s been two days now.

The gun owner takes all the wares to the counter.

GUN OWNER:

Tick ’em off. I’ll hit the till. Every time it rings, you drop a few hundred dollars. Okay Doc, call them, I’ll ring them.

GARNER:

Hat, shirt, black vest, badge, black pants, black cravat, black trench, pocket watch, cowboy belt, holster belt, boots and spurs.

GUN OWNER:

I noticed you’re about size 12, it’s what we call a 115. Check the boots out, cowboy. I’ll get you the guns.

Doc looks carefully at the boots. Tries them on. Perfect fit.

GUN OWNER:

Okay, your 12-gauge .45 caliber Buntline Special and one Winchester lever-action shotgun. You got ammo to kill four dozen men. You want a Pump too? It’s on special.

Doc nods. He looks the guns over, checks them.

GARNER:

All good.

GUN OWNER:

You’re handsome, like Mr. Kurt Russell. You’re growing your own stache or you want a replica?

GARNER:

Replica and the bill.

GUN OWNER:

Rounded up, eight five.

GARNER:

Here’s eight big ones and one half. Thanks buddy.

GUN OWNER:

Go shoot ’em up cowboy. So long man.

Doc walks out of the shop with his merchandise.

EXT. ZACH GOLDING’S HOUSE - (NEW YORK) - DAY

Zach hands the fare to the cab driver. Eli is with him. He walks up the steps to the door. Zach’s wife MAGDA (60) is dressed in plain clothes and looks like the average housewife.

ZACH:

Magda, darling, I am back.

MAGDA:

(in shock)

Zach, Eli, I can’t believe this. Who’s who? That’s you Zach. Your eyes are a shade darker. Come inside, quick.

INT. ZACH GOLDING’S HOUSE - (NEW YORK) - DAY

MAGDA:

So glad to see you back. Tell me.

ZACH:

Accidentally, prematurely resuscitated. That’s all I know.

(turns to Eli)

Eli, you are without a house. You can stay with us and kick-off your legal practice from here.

ELI:

Delighted.

MAGDA:

Great! Let me make you a coffee.

Zach’s phone RINGS.

NOVAK (V.O.)

Last time you called me a**hole. My name is still Novak. You need to short the mortgage market. We’ll make a motza. Remember my percentage... Fifty percent. As it stands at the moment.

ZACH:

Nonsense. I am not in this. An appointment with the colonoscopy professor... and this chip will be out and off my ass in no time flat.

NOVAK (V.O.)

Fool. Your nuclear battery phone and your AI Chip keep you alive. You tamper with any of them, you die.

The phone goes dead. Magda comes in with the coffee.

MAGDA:

You’re looking terrible all of a sudden, darling. Did they take the Chip out, what about your special battery phone. You still have them?

ZACH:

Yes, one is in my hand now, the other is in my back side. Both need to stay; they keep me alive. Magda, I need you to transfer all the Bank Shareholding back to me and put all the affairs in my name again. Eli will prepare the legal documents.

MAGDA:

But of course, darling, I never understood what I had to do.

INT. ZACH GOLDING’S HOUSE - (NEW YORK) - DAY

Eli never had a woman in his life. So, he is determined to do something about it. Living in his brother’s house offers certain temptations.

He calls the optometrist.

OPTOMETRIST (V.O.)

Hoffner Opticians. Yes, Mr. Golding. I remember you called yesterday about contact lenses and got interrupted. I can guarantee that they don’t hurt to put on or take off.

ELI:

How long would they take. I would like to surprise my partner.

OPTOMETRIST (V.O.)

I would say about ten days after your initial visit. You would need to explain clearly to me the color you want, there are no in-betweens.

ELI:

Mr. Hoffner, I just need new contacts just slightly, only slightly darker than the color of my eyes.

OPTOMETRIST (V.O.)

I will give you a color chart.

ELI:

Mr. Hoffner, a better idea is to get you a close-up picture of somebody I know. Just his eyes. That should do it.

OPTOMETRIST (V.O.)

I’m afraid not, Mr. Golding. As an amateur person taking a photo, it very much depends on the light, time of day, even the subject’s disposition at the time, but if that’s the best, well. Oh, by the way with regards to price...

ELI:

Price is not a problem. I want to make sure that I get no infections and I can still use my glasses for the legal work that I do. One more question if I may?

OPTOMETRIST (V.O.)

Just go ahead and ask.

ELI:

How quickly can I take them off once I have been wearing them, say for a couple of hours.

OPTOMETRIST (V.O.)

I never had that question put to me before, but you need to make sure you don’t contaminate them.

ELI:

How long will this take?

OPTOMETRIST (V.O.)

A couple of days will do.

ELI:

Okay, I will drop by your eye clinic in two days and take it one from there. My wife is coming, so I better end this call. Bye.

Magda knocks and comes in with coffee and biscuits.

MAGDA:

I’ll pour you a cup, I always do this for Zach. Yummy, his favorite biscuits. Hope you like them.

ELI:

Very British. Thank you, Magda. You must get lonely here.

MAGDA:

Zach devoted his life to the Bank but he never appears to be greedy.

ELI:

Yes, I noticed that. We’re both lucky to be back with the living. This time I would like to find some love but at my age, it’s difficult.

MAGDA:

But you look young. In my books you look fifty-five. And I bet you could act fifty-five, huh. Many a women would welcome your advances.

ELI:

Possibly yes. Well, identical twins.

MAGDA:

Even I cannot separate you apart. Not even in a close situation I would not be able to tell, except your eyes look a touch lighter.

ELI:

Maybe I can do something about it.

MAGDA:

Very commendable. Do that Eli.

Magda, gets up, picks the tray, stops by Eli, looks at him and gives him a kiss on the forehead.

MAGDA:

Oh, Eli, you’re so much like Zach.

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