Very Bad Things Page #20

FISHER:

Shut up.

MOORE:

Quiet.

Liz is at the door of the restaurant.

LIZ:

Keith? Is everything okay, honey?

Fisher bolts over to Liz.

FISHER:

Yeah baby. Everything's great.

LIZ:

Well, can you come back inside?

FISHER:

(not moving)

Yeah. Sure.

LIZ:

Now?

FISHER:

Yeah. Look honey, I'll be right in.

I just... we're just taking care of

some Groomsmen last minute business.

Mr. Fisher approaches.

MR. FISHER

Everything okay?

FISHER:

Yeah, Dad. It's great.

MR. FISHER

Well, I'm in the middle of my goddamn

toast here.

FISHER:

OK, OK. You guys just go back in.

Dad, keep going with the toast, we'll

be right in. Go on.

Fisher ushers his father and Liz back inside, then turns, to

quickly head back to the parking lot where things are

escalating.

PARKING LOT:

BOYD:

(on Adam)

You got some mighty f***ing fine bad

timing Adam. We got a rehearsal

situation here.

ADAM:

I don't give a damn.

MICHAEL:

About anybody but yourself. You never

have.

ADAM:

And you're a little f***ing reject.

MICHAEL:

Eat my ass!

MICHAEL KICKS ADAM'S MINIVAN

ADAM:

Hey!

Michael kicks it again, harder. Adam shoves him.

ADAM:

If you ever touch my minivan again,

I'll make you sorry. Real sorry.

MICHAEL:

You're a loser.

ADAM:

You're the loser! A big black hole

sucking up everything you touch! YOU

MURDERED THAT GIRL! MURDERER!

MURDERER!

MICHAEL:

You're the loser! You think your

sh*t's so f***ing righteous! F***

YOU! You were there with us, boy!

Right there! SIDE BY F***ING SIDE!!!

FISHER:

Shut up!

BOYD:

Shut your f***ing mouths!!!

Boyd and Fisher separate the brothers.

ADAM:

(freaking)

I didn't do anything! I'll turn your

pathetic ass in!

BOYD:

Adam! Calm down.

ADAM:

I won't calm down. I can't do this.

We can't do this. It won't work. It

will not work.

BOYD:

It has worked.

ADAM:

I'm talking about DNA samples, fiber

optics, search parties, they got

infrared scanners, FBI scientists.

They figure this sh*t out. They always

figure it out.

BOYD:

They won't figure it out.

ADAM:

I got children. I've got a life.

MICHAEL:

You got a retarded kid and a fat pig

wife.

ADAM:

You f***ing bastard!

Adam attacks Michael, slashing, biting, mauling, the brother's

go down hard, slugging it out on the ground.

EXT RESTAURANT:

Liz is back at the restaurant door.

LIZ:

Keith?!

Fisher bolts over to Liz.

FISHER:

Everything's OK. Just some more

preparations.

LIZ:

Are they fighting?

FISHER:

No baby. We'll all be right in.

Fisher pushes her inside and charges back to the...

PARKING LOT:

Fisher helps break the fight. Adam and Michael try to contain

their rage.

BOYD:

This is going to stop right now.

Right now!

MICHAEL:

(seething)

You will not screw this up.

ADAM:

Don't you threaten me you little rat

f***.

MICHAEL:

Don't you f***ing threaten me --

I'll f***ing kill you.

ADAM:

Go home!

MICHAEL:

You go home!

Boyd pulls Michael to his car.

BOYD:

Why don't you just cool out. Go home

and go to sleep.

Boyd opens Michael's car door, puts him in.

BOYD:

Just go home, chill the f*** out.

Okay?

Michael starts his car. Boyd shuts the car door.

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