Very Bad Things Page #25

Dark, smoky, MUSIC. Michael, Fisher and Moore sit in a corner

booth.

MICHAEL:

(finger in his ear)

Do you hear buzzing fish?

FISHER:

Buzzing?

MICHAEL:

Yeah. I got some kind of buzzing.

Like a zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz thing just

chipping away in the back of my skull.

FISHER:

I don't hear it.

MICHAEL:

Yeah, well, it's a nasty problem.

FISHER:

Have another drink.

INT. ADAM AND LOIS' HOUSE - NIGHT

TRACKING SHOT down hallway into bedroom where Lois sleeps

peacefully.

INT. BAR - NIGHT

Fisher and Michael. Moore, drinking, just listening.

MICHAEL:

Dad used to bring home these sparklers

to me and Adam. Out back we'd light

'em up. The three of us. We'd hold

'em up to the sky and watch the

explosions of light. Sparks. And dad

would be all... "Get ready"... "watch

for it"... "here it comes," here

comes the "wahoo"

FISHER:

The wahoo?

MICHAEL:

The sparkler would burn hot, then

hotter, then even hotter... and there

would be one moment of pure burn

when that little f***er would cook

just perfect. Perfect. It would only

last a second, but that second was

it. It was it. That's what dad had

us looking for... You get me?

FISHER:

The wahoo moment?

MICHAEL:

That's my point! You see Man...

burning at his absolute. To see all

the forces just come together, just

right, you know, just in perfect

harmony. That's what I'm driving at.

You get me?

FISHER:

I think so.

MICHAEL:

I've been looking for that flash and

I look and I look and I can't find

it. And what if I already had it?

You know. My moment? What if it's

gone? And I never saw it?

(finishes drink)

You're getting married, man. That's

a f***ing beautiful thing. Just a

beautiful thing. I just can't stop

breaking beautiful things.

INT. LOIS' HOUSE - NIGHT

Lois' bedroom. As Lois sleeps, Boyd softly enters the room.

Moving in on the sleeping Lois, another couple of steps, he

looms over her, reaches his hand to her throat when, suddenly,

Lois' eyes snap open. Boyd is startled. Lois grabs mace from

her night stand and sprays Boyd in the face. He MOANS,

stumbles back. Lois leaps on him like a shark slamming a

side of beef.

They go down hard on the floor and start fighting like wild

animals.

LOIS:

You picked the wrong woman mother-

f***er!

As Lois sinks her teeth into Boyd's balls.

BACK AT THE BAR:

MICHAEL:

You see for me it's over. Over baby.

I'm gonna turn myself in. After the

wedding of course. After the wedding.

Out of respect.

MOORE:

I don't think that's a good idea.

MICHAEL:

I said out of respect. Respect for

you Fisher. For you and your wedding

and your beautiful bride. There will

be no more rain. You see where I am

here?

FISHER:

I appreciate it. I do, but... maybe

you ought to just ease up on yourself

a bit.

MICHAEL:

No. No. No. This is my doing. You

see I'm gonna have my wahoo spark

for my own. For Lois and the kids,

for my brother, for Franco. I'm gonna

turn myself in. I am all that. I'm

gonna do it for sweet Lois.

LOIS' BEDROOM

Boyd and Lois are choking the living sh*t out of each other.

Boyd pulls back, swings with a left, Lois ducks, she swings,

a right cross to Boyds eye. He goes down. She jumps on him.

Choking him like a mad dog. As Boyd struggles for air...

THE BAR:

Fisher checks his watch as Michael fumbles with his eighth

shot of Yukon Jack.

MICHAEL:

If I was to think... If I were to

think... No I mean I have thinked it

over... I have. And without putting

a lot of pressure on you I just...

Well I just...

FISHER:

What is it?

MICHAEL:

(drunk-slow)

Well if you do think about names...

Michael's a pretty good one... It's

done me all right.

Michael's eyes bore into Fisher, like he knows something

Fisher doesn't. Fisher's cell phone RINGS.

FISHER:

(answers)

Yeah.

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