Very Bad Things

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TITLE SEQUENCE:

THE DEAD OF NIGHT

Pitch black. Dead quiet. Dim faint light appears in the

distance, approaching, growing larger. As the light nears,

we recognize car headlights. Closer and closer until the car

is bearing down upon us with great force...

INT. CAR

Two men in the front seat, FISHER and MOORE. Fisher drives.

All seems quite normal until we take a closer look, sweat

matts hair, dirt stains on white tuxedo shirts hands are

blistered and bloody. They seem almost entranced.

MOORE:

That ought to be about the end of

that.

FISHER:

Yup.

SILENCE. PUSH IN ON Fisher...

ANNOUNCER (V.O.)

"The Oakland Raiders have taken a 7 -

6 lead in a, tough, football game

and this crowd is standing..."

FISHER'S VISION - GRAINY - OUT OF THE PAST THREE RIVER STADIUM -

DECEMBER 23RD, 1972

Playoff game between the Oakland Raiders and the Pittsburgh

Steelers. Scoreboard reads: 22 seconds, 4th down, 10 yards

to go, 4th quarter.

ANNOUNCER (V.O.)

"Hang on to your hats, here come the

Steelers out of the Huddle..."

INT. CAR - FISHER

transfixed...

ANNOUNCER (V.O.)

"It comes down to one big play, 4th

down, ten yards to go. Terry Bradshaw

at the controls..."

Bradshaw throws.

ANNOUNCER (V.O.)

"And Bradshaw, back and

looking...Again, Bradshaw running

out of the pocket... Looking for

someone to throw to..."

Bradshaw throws.

ANNOUNCER (V.O.)

...Bradshaw fires it down the field

and there's a collision!..."

The ball bounces off the helmet of a Raider player and is

caught low by the Steelers' FRANCO HARRIS.

ANNOUNCER (V.O.)

"...and it's caught out of the air!

The ball is pulled in by Franco

Harris!"

FISHER - DRIVING

ANNOUNCER (V.O.)

Franco Harris running for the end

zone, all but home..."

Oncoming headlights illuminate Fisher's face...

END TITLES.

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INT. LOS ANGELES CITY HALL - MARRIAGE LICENSE DEPT. - DAY

SLOWLY TRACKING down a long line of couples. Some with kids,

some old, some young, all waiting to pay their $55 and pick

up their marriage license.

We HOLD on a young couple, late 20's, KEITH FISHER and his

fiancee, LIZ GARRETY. Fisher has a blondish quality to him,

unassuming, pleasant, attentive, a bit more reactive than he

could be. Liz is quite attractive, but somewhat tense, and

not at all happy about having to stand in this very slow

moving line.

LIZ:

This is ridiculous.

FISHER:

Government cutbacks.

LIZ:

Why can't we do it through the mail?

FISHER:

(patient)

We missed the deadline.

LIZ:

Can't we do it on the phone?

FISHER:

I don't think so.

In front of them a middle-aged MEXICAN COUPLE make-out

intensely while their chubby little THREE YEAR OLD stares at

Liz.

LIZ:

Why is this Kid staring at me?

FISHER:

I'm not sure.

Liz pulls a note-pad out of her daypack.

LIZ:

(reading from her

notes)

Did you send in all of the deposit

checks?

FISHER:

I think so.

LIZ:

(pause)

What do you mean, you think so?

FISHER:

I sent a lot of checks, I'm not sure

what all of them are.

LIZ:

The wedding cake check?

FISHER:

Sent it.

LIZ:

Photographer?

FISHER:

Sent it.

LIZ:

Florist?

FISHER:

Yup.

LIZ:

Caterer?

FISHER:

Yes.

LIZ:

Hotel for my parents, the tent, the

band, the Judge...

FISHER:

(beat)

I think I forgot the tent.

LIZ:

(somewhat alarmed)

You forgot the tent?

FISHER:

I think so.

LIZ:

Why?

FISHER:

Why what?

LIZ:

Why did you forget the tent check?

FISHER:

I didn't mean to Liz. I'm sorry.

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