Very Bad Things Page #4

Fisher looks pale.

FISHER:

I'm not breathing right.

MICHAEL:

You're not breathing right?

FISHER:

Lately I'll just start getting

lightheaded, dizzy, and I realize I

haven't breathed in like two minutes.

ADAM BRENN, Michael's older brother, mid-30's, a bit soft in

the belly, approaches, more or less in charge.

ADAM:

(to Michael)

We're leaving from my house in three

hours. If you want to come, get your

numbers in order by then.

MICHAEL:

First of all...

ADAM:

(cuts him off)

No first of all. I'm not in a game

mood.

MICHAEL:

You're interrupting a personal

conversation.

ADAM:

(to Fisher)

Sorry Fish.

FISHER:

We'll be ready Adam.

ADAM:

I know you'll be.

(to Michael)

Three hours.

Adam goes.

MICHAEL:

I don't care for him.

FISHER:

He's your brother.

MICHAEL:

So?

Fisher's phone RINGS.

FISHER:

(pick's up)

Keith Fisher.

INT. KITCHEN

Liz sits at the kitchen table, in a mild panic.

LIZ:

(into phone)

We've got problems here.

FISHER:

Problems?

INTERCUT Liz and Fisher.

LIZ:

Seating problems.

FISHER:

Okay.

LIZ:

Keith do not trivialize this.

FISHER:

I'm not. What's the problem?

LIZ:

We're supposed to have gold-trimmed

padded seats, now they're telling me

that there was a mistake and we can't

have padded.

FISHER:

What kind of seats can we have?

LIZ:

Not padded ones.

FISHER:

So what do we do?

LIZ:

You go down there.

FISHER:

Go down where?

LIZ:

Go down to the seat place and

straighten this out.

FISHER:

Honey I don't have the time...

LIZ:

I need your help.

FISHER:

We're leaving in three hours.

LIZ:

(starts to cry)

I need your help.

FISHER:

I'll call them from the road.

LIZ:

Do you love me?

FISHER:

More than I ever imagined being able

to love anyone ever.

LIZ:

Take care of those chairs.

FISHER:

We're leaving from Adam's. Come send

me off.

LIZ:

Maybe.

EXT. ADAM'S HOUSE - SANTA MONICA

BOYD, MOORE, FISHER in the middle, MICHAEL and his older

brother, ADAM, all in suits pose in front of Adam's brand

new, state of the art, Chevy Minivan while Adam's very

aggressive wife, LOIS, mired in domestic resentment, focuses

her camera.

LOIS:

Notice how clean and well-behaved

they all appear, respectable members

of modern society. Timmy, Adam Jr.,

take a good look at this...

Adam's and Lois' kids, Timmy, 8, and Adam Jr., 10, watch

with Liz. (Adam Jr., in leg braces and crutches, suffers

from muscular dystrophy)

LOIS:

...We will compare these before photos

with whatever form of degeneration

presented to us in 24 hours, no matter

how low, how vile...

LIZ:

...embarrassing, shameful...

LOIS:

...regression of Modern Man to his

most primitive, ape-like state...

LIZ:

The stone age.

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