Very Bad Things Page #31

FISHER:

(slowly raises the

shovel over his head)

That's a good one.

MOORE:

I want a black one. A little black

brother. That's a big problem it

seems to me. Lack of racial

integration. That's a big one. You

think?

Moore looks up to...

FISHER, tears running down his face, the shovel high above

his head, ready to bring it down hard onto Moore's skull.

MOORE confused and then realization... CUT between Fisher

above, poised to strike, Moore below, still and vulnerable.

Their eyes locked for several beats. Finally...

MOORE:

What do you think?

Slowly, Fisher lowers his shovel.

FISHER:

I think you'd make an excellent Big

Brother.

MOORE:

(back to work)

That's what I'm thinking.

DISSOLVE:

THE GRAVE - LATER

The cases are in the hole with Boyd's body. As Fisher and

Moore re-fill the grave with dirt we...

SLOWLY DISSOLVE TO:

INT. FISHER'S CAR - HIGHWAY - NIGHT

Fisher drives, Moore rides shotgun, both mean are dirty,

sweaty and tired.

MOORE:

Well that ought to be about the end

of that.

FISHER:

Yup.

TIGHT ON Fisher, staring deep into the road, a faint smile

creeps on to his face...

DISSOLVE TO:

THE IMMACULATE RECEPTION

The distorted but definitely recognizable image of Franco

Harris running for his life.

ANNOUNCER (V.O.)

And it's Franco Harris running for...

Franco makes it into the Raider end zone.

ANNOUNCER (V.O.)

A TOUCHDOWN FOR PITTSBURGH!

UNBELIEVABLE!

CUT BACK TO:

FISHER:

Lost in his reverie, wakes up in a hair pin turn. The

speedometer reads 80. They run out of road. The car skids on

the shoulder, Fisher cranks the wheel, jumps the divider,

into oncoming headlights. Fisher and Moore lit up bright...

HIGHWAY:

Fisher's car SMASHES head-on into another car. IN SLOW MOTION

Fisher and Moore are launched through the windshield in an

IMPLOSION of glass and steel, flesh and blood.

CUT TO BLACK:

We hear the sounds of SCRUBBING.

SLOW FADE UP:

INT. FISHER HOUSE - BATHROOM - DAY

TIGHT ON Liz, on her hands and knees, scrubbing around the

toilet of what is clearly a filthy kids bathroom; soiled

jockey shorts, Tonka trucks, mess everywhere.

O.S. we hear voices outside. Liz gets up off her knees,

brushes a piece of hair from her sweaty face and peers out

the bathroom window.

TIGHT ON FISHER:

EXT. BACK YARD

FISHER:

Okay let's try it again.

Adam Jr. and Timmy, in ill-fitted Cub Scout uniforms, recite

the "Scout Laws."

TIMMY:

A scout is thrifty,

saves for the future.

A scout is clean, he

keeps his body...

ADAM JR.

A scout is brave. A scout

can face danger, even if

he's afraid...

FISHER:

Let's see the salutes!

Timmy snaps out a fine salute. Adam balances on one crutch

to salute but looses balance and falls flat on his face. He

starts SCREAMING.

REVEAL Fisher, in a wheelchair, both legs amputated above

the knee. He leans over, trying to help Adam Jr. up and his

wheel chair tips over. Fisher falls on top of Adam Jr. who

SCREAMS even louder, flailing arms and legs like a turtle on

its back.

REVEAL Moore, in an electric wheel chair he operated with a

mouthpiece. As he is paralyzed from the neck down, he's no

help at all. Timmy suddenly snaps.

TIMMY:

(to Adam Jr.)

Shut up! Shut the f*** up!

FISHER:

It's okay, it's okay.

THE BATHROOM WINDOW

Liz watches the pathetic chaos that is her life with the

dull lifeless eyes of a concentration camp prisoner.

FISHER (O.S.)

Timmy SHUT UP! Help your brother!

ADAM! Let him help you!

TIGHT ON Liz as her mouth slowly opens in an anguished SILENT

SCREAM.

OUT THE WINDOW - DOWN IN THE BACK YARD

Adam Jr. gets back on his feet, with the begrudging help of

Timmy. As Fisher struggles to hoist himself up, back in his

wheelchair...

FISHER:

Remember a scout is helpful! A scout

doesn't scream in the face of

adversity.

Suddenly, O.S. from the bathroom, Liz WAILS. Fisher looks up

at the window... LONG BEAT...

FISHER:

(to the boys)

Okay, let's skip to the Scout's

Oath...

ADAM JR. & TIMMY

On my honor, I will do my best...

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