Very Bad Things Page #6

FISHER:

(into phone)

We need padded chairs.

BOYD:

Or a stock kick of approximately

125% on shares which are currently

sitting around $4.38, or, in plain

English...

ADAM:

SHUT UP!

MICHAEL:

NO!

BOYD:

What is wrong with you people? I'm a

helper here.

MOORE:

Your investment ideas never work

out.

BOYD:

That's the whole point. They rarely

work out. But on occasion they do.

And when they do, they do big.

MICHAEL:

Your ideas never work out.

BOYD:

Oh really? Starbucks?

ADAM:

That's one idea.

FISHER:

(into phone)

No... we want padded chairs... okay?

BOYD:

One idea that if you had f***ing

listened to, you would each be worth

approximately 15 million dollars.

ADAM:

You can't keep bringing up Starbucks.

That was your only real hit in like

75 tries.

BOYD:

I set up Fisher with the broker that

found his house. Took care of that

one, didn't I?

(beat)

Prison Communications.

MOORE:

I don't think so Boyd.

BOYD:

Fine. Don't come crying to Boyd. No

sir.

He turns away from the guys and stares out the window.

FISHER (O.S.)

Yes, I was holding for Tony in chairs.

I have a chair problem. No, I'm not

Tony, I need to speak to Tony.

EXT. DESERT

The minivan cruises through Death Valley in route to Vegas.

EXT. RED ROCK NAT'L PARK - CANYON - MAGIC HOUR

North of Vegas. The minivan is parked high on a cliff

overlooking the city. A couple of Tequila bottles on ice, a

case of Heineken. The boys are arming up.

ADAM:

All the bullshit aside Fish, we've

been coming up here for what, eight

years?

Boyd, carving a branch with his boy scout knife...

BOYD:

More.

ADAM:

Over eight years of some of the

hardest raging experiences of my

life.

MOORE:

Good times.

MICHAEL:

Drum banging real times.

FISHER:

Real times.

ADAM:

They've all been real times. And as

you prepare to enter into a new phase

of life, as you prepare for new roles;

father, husband, teacher, you will,

as I have, come to except the letting

go of of old ways. Soon, the mellowing

will begin...

BOYD:

But not tonight.

MOORE:

Not tonight.

ADAM:

Tonight we return once again to the

cave. Tonight we let the monsters

out. We fill ourselves with the

spirits of Genghis Kahn, Joe Namath,

JFK, Paton, Lombardi, Hemingway...

MICHAEL:

(screaming)

Franco mother-f***ing Harris!

MOORE:

Keith Richards, Dean Martin...

BOYD:

Jack Kerouback, Herman Melville,

Henry Miller and Hunter S. Thompson.

I dedicate this evening to fear and

to major loathing. So from sun set

to sun rise, let me be heard...

Boyd holds the bottle above his head as the guys raise their

glasses in a toast.

ALL:

He who acts the beast, rids himself

of the pain of being a man!

The guys smash the bottles together in an explosion of glass

and the golden Tequila.

INT. CASINO - GAMBLING MONTAGE

Improvised DIALOGUE.

CARDS fly.

CASH and CHIPS PLAY FISHER on cell phone calls about the

chairs again.

TEQUILA POURS. Shot after shot after shot after shot.

MICHAEL throws back a shot, falls off his stool.

CASINO PHONE BOOTH

Fisher sneaks a call to liz.

LIZ (V.O.)

Hello.

FISHER:

Hi.

INT. DEN - LIZ'S AND FISHER'S APARTMENT

Liz is making place cards, "I Love Lucy" is on the TV.

LIZ:

Hi.

(teasing)

Are you calling from jail?

FISHER (V.O.)

Not yet.

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