Very Bad Things Page #14

FISHER:

No way.

ADAM:

It has to be done.

BOYD:

We have to get going.

ADAM:

I am not flexible on this.

PAUSE.

BOYD:

Alright. Let's do it.

The guys start breaking down the body parts, ripping open

cases...

BOYD:

I got her arm.

MOORE:

Here's his head.

As the guys put limbs with bodies...

CUT TO:

Dirt being thrown on top of the reunited bodies until they

are all completely buried.

EXT. GRAVE SITE

As the last of the dirt is packed down by Boyd. The guys

stare down at the grave site.

BOYD:

Now I am the last to say that we

have done here is a good thing. It's

not. It's not a good thing. But it

was, given the circumstances, the

smart play. We did what had to be

done. And... well... I'm proud of

us. I'm proud of each and every one

of us. We performed. Under the most

complex and nerve shattering of

situations, we stood fast and we

delivered. I feel proud.

SILENCE.

ADAM:

We are all going straight to hell.

Either hell or prison, whichever

comes first.

BOYD:

Wrong. That is flat out wrong. hell

is for cowards, for hypocrites who

fear to live by the strength of their

own convictions. This is war. Given

the circumstances and given the fact

that we are alive and they are not,

we have chosen life over death. Two

wrongs don't make a right. So our

conviction and execution would only

mean more death here, not less.

MOORE:

Boyd... I don't know man... It just

seems to me that ever since you took

Tony Robbins self-help thing... you're

all f***ed-up in the head.

FISHER:

I got to agree with that.

BOYD:

That is a load of sh*t. Personal

power has nothing to do with any of

this. Tony Robbins has helped me to

unlock energy and see my options

more clearly, yes, but to give him

credit for this, for all of this...

Well that's just more than the man

deserves.

FISHER:

I think we should say some words

over the grave.

BOYD:

What kind of words?

FISHER:

I'm talking about prayer.

BOYD:

Go ahead.

Fisher steps to the grave, looks down.

FISHER:

Dear God... I don't know how to pray.

MICHAEL:

Just go ahead and say what's on your

mind.

BOYD:

Speak from the heart my brother.

Adam turns in disgust.

ADAM:

This is pathetic.

MICHAEL:

You're pathetic.

ADAM:

(turning on Michael)

What did you say?

MICHAEL:

(pointing)

You're not a team player.

ADAM:

Don't point at me.

MICHAEL:

You never were a team player. That's

why you never had any friends.

ADAM:

I have plenty of friends.

MICHAEL:

The hell you do.

ADAM:

The hell I don't.

MICHAEL:

You have acquaintances -- business

friends and superficial golf buddies.

You have always been a fringe player.

You have some serious male on male

intimacy problems.

ADAM:

What are you f***ing talking about?

Michael looks at Boyd.

FISHER:

Michael, now is probably not the

best time for this.

BOYD:

No, this is the perfect time. This

is real time. Adam. Your brother and

I, as well as several others present,

have always suspected that you...

(points to Adam)

...are a fully repressed, living in

major denial, locked down, fly-boy

butt-f***er.

DEAD SILENCE. Adam stares stupefied at Boyd, then Michael.

Finally, Fisher says his prayer.

FISHER:

Dear God, please forgive us for what

we have done here tonight. We have

lost our way. Speaking for myself,

let me say...

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