Very Bad Things Page #26

INT. LOIS' BEDROOM

TIGHT ON Boyd, eye swelling, scratch marks, hair a crazy

mess.

BOYD:

(into the phone)

Okay. Here's the deal and it's a

good one. Lois is cool. It's a

pacified situation.

INTERCUT BOYD AND FISHER

FISHER:

What does that mean?

Michael stares at Fisher.

BOYD:

I'm talking about Lois having relaxed

her anxiety. Only deal is... you

still got Michael there?

FISHER:

Yeah.

BOYD:

Good deal. Lois just wants to hear

it from Michael.

FISHER:

Hear what?

BOYD:

That it was all an accident. She

wants to here it from Michael's mouth.

FISHER:

Now?

Michael drunkenly nods his head as if can hear the

conversation.

BOYD:

That's right.

FISHER:

Isn't it a little late?

BOYD:

Hold on a sec.

(turns)

Lois, you sure you wouldn't rather

do this in the morning?

PAN OVER to see Lois, half hanging off the bed, strangled to

death. Boyd won.

BOYD:

(back into phone)

She says now's the time.

(quietly)

I got a peace treaty thing happening

over here... let's get this over

with.

EXT. LOIS' HOUSE

Fisher's car pulls up. Boyd is waiting outside. He opens the

back door. Michael is drunk in the back. Fisher and Moore

are up front.

BOYD:

Okay Michael, let's go.

(helps him out)

Upsy daisy big guy.

MICHAEL:

(hammered)

How about my Fatburger?

BOYD:

Come on tough guy. Listen to me.

(takes Michaels face

in his hands)

You are going to tell Lois that it

was all an accident. Okay cowboy?

You got me?

MICHAEL:

I love you.

MOORE:

He's too drunk.

BOYD:

He's fine. Okay Mikey, let's go.

(to Fisher and Moore)

You guys stay here.

Boyd leads Michael into the house.

INT. CAR

Fisher and Moore wait in silence...

MOORE:

(beat)

I'm thinking about maybe making a

move.

FISHER:

A move?

MOORE:

Greenpeace.

FISHER:

Greenpeace?

MOORE:

Maybe go up to the North Pole, the

Arctic. Tag polar bears with dart

guns. I've always had a pretty good

aim...

A "POP" resounds from within the house. Moore and Fisher

lock eyes, frozen.

Boyd comes jogging out the front door, hops in the back seat.

Fisher and Moore turn, eyes wide.

BOYD:

Michael was having an affair with

Lois. That's what Michael and Adam

were arguing about in the parking

lot. Michael killed Adam in a jealous

rage. Lois broke it off with Michael,

he strangled her to death and then

shot himself in the head.

(beat)

Happens all the time.

Boyd touches the painful scratches on his face.

BOYD:

That Lois fought like a f***ing

Comanche.

ON Fisher and Moore in stunned horror...

INT. LAW FIRM

TIGHT ON BARRY MORRIS, mid-40's, attorney.

BARRY MORRIS:

I don't see how this could have been

kept from you. The facts are quite

simple; last month Adam and Lois

changed their will. They requested

that you two, as a married couple,

be the Custodians of Record for their

estate including all properties,

cash holdings, security holdings

and... children. You are legal

custodians of the Brenn Trust.

ANGLE ON:

Liz and Fisher, flanked by Adam Jr. and Timmy, eyes wide,

they sit across from the attorney, totally bazooka'd. They

stare in horror at Morris.

LIZ:

My god.

BARRY MORRIS:

There's more.

FISHER:

More?

BARRY MORRIS:

Adam and Lois were not terribly

prudent in terms of providing for

the possibility of the unforeseen.

FISHER:

What are you talking about?

BARRY MORRIS:

I'm talking about Life insurance.

I'm talking about money.

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