Very Bad Things Page #27

LIZ:

Money?

BARRY MORRIS:

Yes money. Adam had a five hundred

thousand dollar Term Life Insurance

Policy.

PAUSE.

LIZ:

What does that mean?

FISHER:

That means we get five hundred

thousand to help raise the kids.

LIZ:

(amazed)

No.

FISHER:

Yes.

BARRY MORRIS:

Actually, no. Adam was switching to

a Whole Life Policy, but re-scheduled

his medical exam... and failed to

make his last payment... so his Term

Life lapsed. So it's value is null

and void.

(off Liz's horror)

Now he did have a pension account,

worth another 150 thousand.

LIZ:

(relieved)

Well, oh...

BARRY MORRIS:

And a house. Valued at 350 thousand.

LIZ:

So where's that leave us?

FISHER:

150 plus 350... we still get 500

thousand.

BARRY MORRIS:

(beat)

No. Not even close. With property

values down, the house is worth

100,000 less than 450 he paid for

it. With three credit cards, the

minivan payments, and other

outstanding debts... Plus the Income

and Estate Taxes assessed on his

IRA...

(punches his calculator)

You'll get, oh... in the neighborhood

of, ah... 14,223 dollars.

Adam Jr. suddenly slips off his chair, lands flat on his

back, starts struggling to get up. Fisher tries to help Little

Adam up.

LITTLE ADAM:

Get away from me!

FISHER:

I'm just trying to help...

LITTLE ADAM:

I don't want your help!

FISHER:

Stop kicking. Stop kicking!

Fisher manages to get Adam Jr. back up in his chair. Liz

looks rather horrified.

BARRY MORRIS:

(breaking the tension)

So. When is the wedding.

LIZ:

Tomorrow

(at Fisher)

We are getting married tomorrow.

INT. CAR

Fisher drives, Liz up front, Adam jr. and Timmy in the back.

Everyone is shocked in silence. Fisher looks deathly ill,

like he's about to vomit. He pulls the car over and gets

out.

EXT. FISHER'S CAR

Fisher leans on the trunk, puking. Liz gets out to help him,

he starts crying. Liz is gentle and loving.

LIZ:

It's okay... It's okay baby. Cry for

Mama. Cry for Mama.

FISHER:

No it's not okay. It's not.

The kids watch from the rear view window but can't hear.

LIZ:

Cry for Boom Boom. It's okay.

FISHER:

(sobbing)

Liz we've got to cancel, we have to

put it off.

LIZ:

(ice)

Don't even.

FISHER:

Do you love me?

LIZ:

What?

FISHER:

Do you love me?

LIZ:

What kind of stupid question is that?

FISHER:

(breaking down)

Oh God. We. Liz. We. We. Killed a

woman. We...

LIZ:

What are you talking about?

FISHER:

(completely hysterical)

Oh Liz. We. God. We, in Vegas. Michael

crushed her skull. She was dead.

There was nothing else to do. It was

an accident.

LIZ:

Who's dead?

FISHER:

The prostitute.

LIZ:

You f***ed a prostitute?

FISHER:

No Michael did. It was an accident.

LIZ:

You killed a prostitute.

FISHER:

Michael, by accident.

LIZ:

Call the police.

FISHER:

It's too late.

LIZ:

My God. You've got to call the police,

tell them it was an accident. Where

is she?

FISHER:

She's in the desert. She's out in

the desert.

LIZ:

You left a dead prostitute out in

the desert? Alone?

FISHER:

She's not alone... She's... Boyd...

Oh God... He's gone nuts... He killed

Lois and Michael... it's all...

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