Very Bad Things Page #2

LIZ:

You can't play around with these

tent people.

FISHER:

I'm not playing around. I forgot.

LIZ:

What else have you forgot?

FISHER:

How could I know what else I forgot?

LIZ:

I'm working my ass off here. I've

taken care of absolutely everything

Keith.

FISHER:

Because you wanted to. You wanted

this to be your wedding not your

parent's.

LIZ:

Don't you dare.

FISHER:

What?

LIZ:

Don't you put this on me. Don't do

it, don't do it, don't do it, don't...

A YOUNG TEENAGE COUPLE behind them stares at Liz, a bit

confused.

FISHER:

(trying to calm her)

Stop it. I'm sorry.

LIZ:

(trying to control

herself)

You know how important this is to my

mother. You know that.

FISHER:

I'm sorry. I'm sorry I forgot the

tent. I don't think I forgot anything

else.

LIZ:

(not bitchy)

I bet you didn't forget the bachelor

party checks.

FISHER:

Are we going to do this again?

LIZ:

I'm just saying I bet those checks

all found the mailboxes.

FISHER:

I wouldn't know.

LIZ:

It amazes me how organized you and

your little fun bunch can be when it

comes time to mobilize to Vegas.

FISHER:

(patient)

They organized this, not me. I have

nothing to do with it.

LIZ:

Well it's bad timing.

FISHER:

How do you figure?

LIZ:

Right before the wedding?

FISHER:

It's a bachelor party. You sort of

have to do it before the wedding.

LIZ:

I suppose Boyd is the creative force

behind all this.

FISHER:

He is.

LIZ:

He's a moron.

FISHER:

He's my friend. He's not a moron.

LIZ:

David Boyd is a big sack of hot gas.

EXT. SANTA MONICA

TIGHT ON a "Fred Sands" realty sign being pounded into the

ground. Pictured on the sign, as "offered by," is realtor

DAVID BOYD, 30-ish, short hair, smiling with bizarre

sincerity.

WIDER to reveal, David Boyd in the flesh, suit jacket off,

pounding away, sinking the sign into the front yard of a

cute little house. His CELL PHONE RINGS. Boyd, gets the phone

from his jacket.

BOYD:

(into phone)

David Boyd. Tina. Great. Okay. Here's

the deal, we're talking five guys.

Hard Rock. Nice guys Tina. My friends.

Yeah. I'm calling you directly so

you don't have to go through the

agency...

(suddenly, over his

shoulder)

HEY! DO NOT ENTER THE HOUSE!

(back into phone)

That's correct. Cash straight to

you. Yes. Twelve hundred? I don't

think so. It's just stripping. Just

a show. Hold on.

(O.C.)

Could you please wait off the

property?

ANGLE ON A YOUNG COUPLE, obviously here to see the house.

MAN:

We're just trying to sneak a peak.

BOYD:

Just stay off the property until I'm

off the phone.

MAN:

Why?

BOYD:

Cause that's the way they do it.

Bewildered and somewhat intimidated, they back off.

BOYD:

(back into phone)

So it's five guys, Hard Rock Casino.

Nine hundred bucks and you do the

thing with the rubber hoses. Are you

in? Tina, are you in? Good.

Boyd hangs up, puts on his jacket and turns with the same

bizarre insincere smile in his photo. Hand extended...

BOYD:

David Boyd, nice to meet you.

FISHER AND LIZ IN LINE

LIZ:

Why do you feel the need to explore

this side of your personality?

FISHER:

What are you talking about?

LIZ:

I'm talking about the kind of people

you hang out with... about growing

up, assuming responsibility of

yourself.

FISHER:

I asked you to marry me. I'm ready

for marriage. That's responsibility.

That's growth.

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