Very Bad Things Page #22

BOYD:

Easy Michael.

MICHAEL:

(on a roll)

He must take an open-field run to

profitability through excessive debt

large competitors and dwindling market

share. Before the clock runs out.

CUSTOMERS are starting to pay notice.

MOORE:

Shut up Michael.

MICHAEL:

(screams)

I KILLED MY BROTHER!

All eyes on Michael. Boyd is immediately up trying to get

Michael out of the booth. Casually, sweetly...

BOYD:

Okay. Time to fly.

Fisher helps Boyd lift Michael, who is becoming more and

more frenzied.

MICHAEL:

I ran down my brother in cold blood.

Shame on me! Shame! Shame! Shame!

WAITRESSES, COOKS and LATE NIGHT DINNERS stare, confused as

the HOWLING Michael is carried to the door.

MICHAEL:

(struggling)

Time to pay the man. "For if we

confess our sins he is faithful and

just, to forgive us our sins, and to

cleanse us from all unrighteousness."

Fisher and Boyd struggle with Michael.

FISHER:

(tipping Waitress)

Thank you.

She watches them haul Michael outside.

POV WAITRESS:

Michael thrashes wildly in the parking lot.

EXT PARKING LOT:

MICHAEL:

"Kill one man and you are a murderer!

Kill millions and you are a conqueror --

Kill all and you are a God!"

Michael breaks free, starts running away. Boyd, Moore and

Fisher give chase. Moore dives on Michael's back. Fisher

helps Moore hold Michael down while Boyd gets the car.

MICHAEL:

(calming down)

"The memory of the just is blessed

but the name of the wicked shall

rot."

Boyd is there with the car. They load Michael into the back

seat, climb in and disappear into the night.

INT. CAR - DRIVING

Boyd drives, Fisher rides shotgun, Moore's in the back trying

to contain Michael.

BOYD:

You will get yourself together here

mister. Are you hearing me?

Michael, now catatonic, stares out the window.

FISHER:

He's cracked up.

BOYD:

He is not cracking up.

FISHER:

Boyd... What have we done?

BOYD:

What did you ask me?

FISHER:

What?

BOYD:

What is the question you asked me?

FISHER:

I said, what have we done?

BOYD:

Yes, you did. Now that is the

question! That is exactly the question

we should be asking ourselves. You

tell me Fisher. What have we done?

FISHER:

I don't know! I just want to get

married.

BOYD:

Say it again.

FISHER:

What?

BOYD:

What you just said. Say it again.

FISHER:

I just want to get married.

BOYD:

Exactly! Exactly my point.

MOORE:

What's your f***ing point?

BOYD:

I'm not talking to you?

FISHER:

What's your point?

BOYD:

You want to know what you are doing

here?! You are love pumping. You are

protecting all that is sacred and

beautiful and in sync with poetry

and sunsets and little newborn babies.

You are walking the walk. This is it

Fisher, the real stuff. You love

this woman. Love is second to nothing.

I love you. I love Moore. I love

Michael. This car is full of love,

and nothing -- absolutely nothing --

supersedes love, man. Nothing. We

will do what it takes. Whatever it

takes.

Boyd takes Fisher's head in his hands and kisses him deeply

on the mouth.

BOYD:

Love does not lose.

TIGHT ON Fisher, speechless.

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