Very Bad Things Page #13

INT. THE BATHROOM

The door slowly opens. Boyd first -- then the rest of the

guy's heads slowly appear in the doorway.

MOORE:

Oh God.

And Moore is out the door, racing for a garbage can to relieve

himself.

THE GUYS' POV

An absolute blood bath. The walls are covered with Ralph's

arterial spray. Tina lies, still dead on her side. Ralph has

somehow "assumed the position" dead, head in the bathtub. A

bizarre and gruesome sight. Boyd surveys the carnage, takes

charge.

BOYD:

(with military

precision)

All right people. New plan. Not even

a new plan so much as a modification

of the old plan.

FISHER:

(beyond shock)

I'm calling the police.

BOYD:

So help me God you touch that phone

and I bury you with them.

(beat)

Surrender is no longer an option. I

repeat -- It is not an option. Is

there anyone who does not understand

that?

Fisher's response is to join Moore, as he searches for a

garbage can to puke in. Michael just stares.

BOYD:

A little gut check time fellas. A

time for some serious self-

exploration. How do I function? For

real? No more bullshit. Can I keep

my cool when they bounce my bananas?

When they won't play my f***ing song?

etc, etc. Do you get me? Do you get

me?

MICHAEL:

Not really. no.

BOYD:

Not a problem. Understand not my

words, but follow my orders. Follow

my orders

INT. WALMART - NIGHT

The boys move down the isles of the massive 24 hour everything

store, Boyd pushes a cart, grabbing; cleaning supplies, tarp,

tape, giant pruning shears, etc...

BOYD (V.O.)

We will organize, we will mobilize,

we will maximize and prioritize.

Moore grabs a plastic garbage can off a shelf and pukes in

it for all he's worth.

INT. HARD ROCK CASINO

The boys attempt to look natural as they stroll through the

casino with their supplies. Late night gamblers pay them

little notice.

INT. HOTEL SUITE

Boyd turns up the MUSIC.

BOYD:

Let's do it people.

MUSIC OVER SERIES OF SHOTS:

Moore and Fisher scrub blood from the carpet. Fisher keeps

forgetting to breath.

Michael and Boyd put Tina and Ralph in the bath tub.

Adam sits in shock on the floor.

Fisher and Moore try to fix a broken chair.

Boyd starts to dismember Ralph with the pruning shears, like

cutting the joints of a roasted chicken.

Adam stares at the wall.

Michael wraps one of Ralph's feet in plastic, puts it in a

suitcase.

Boyd saws. Michael wraps. Fisher and Moore clean.

Adam slowly straightens up a lamp, begins to help.

UNTIL -- the last of the body parts, Tina's head, is wrapped

in plastic, packed in a suitcase.

The bathroom has been remarkably cleaned up. Just a bit of

blood left in the tub. Boyd looks pleased.

BOYD:

All right. Looking good people.

EXT. RED ROCK CANYON ROAD

The minivan bumps along a deserted road at a snail's pace.

INT. MINIVAN

Adam drives, cringing with every bump and bang. Everyone is

tense. Boyd eyes the clock. It's 4 a.m.

BOYD:

Sun rises at 5:
52.

ADAM:

I'm not wrecking the transmission!

EXT. DESERT

SERIES OF SHOTS:

The guys off-loading the suitcases.

Fisher and Boyd digging holes.

They start putting the suitcases in the holes.

ADAM:

Wait. Wait a minute.

BOYD:

What?

ADAM:

We can't do this.

BOYD:

We've already done this.

ADAM:

No, I mean the suitcases. We can't

bury them in suitcases.

MICHAEL:

Why?

ADAM:

It's sacrilegious.

BOYD:

How do you figure?

ADAM:

According to Jewish law, the blood

and limbs are considered to be part

of the human being. They must be

buried together or their souls won't

rest in peace.

BOYD:

So that's what we're doing.

ADAM:

No we're not. The bodies are all

mixed up. We can't do this to them.

BOYD:

She's Asian. They don't have Jews in

Asia.

ADAM:

That is absolutely not true.

BOYD:

(beat)

Well what the f*** are we supposed

to do?

ADAM:

(as if reasonable)

Open the suitcases, unpack the body

parts and reunite the limbs.

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