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Very Bad Things (1998)

by Peter Berg.
Draft script, 9/2/97.

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Fade In:



Pitch black. Dead quiet. Dim faint light appears in the distance,
approaching, growing larger. As the light nears, we recognize car
headlights. Closer and closer until the car is bearing down upon us
with great force. . .

2	INT. CAR		2

Two men in the front seat, FISHER and MOORE. Fisher drives. All seems
quite normal until we take a closer look, sweat matts hair, dirt
stains on white tuxedo shirts hands are blistered and bloody. They
seem almost entranced.

MOORE:	That ought to be about the end of that.


ANNOUNCER (V.O.):"The Oakland Raiders have taken a 7 - 6 lead in a,
tough, football game and this crowd is standing..."



Playoff game between the Oakland Raiders and the Pittsburgh Steelers.
Scoreboard reads: 22 seconds, 4th down, 10 yards to go, 4th quarter.

ANNOUNCER (V.O.):	"Hang on to your hats, here come the Steelers out of
the Huddle..."



ANNOUNCER (V.O.): "It comes down to one big play, 4th down, ten yards
to go. Terry Bradshaw at the controls..."

Bradshaw throws.

ANNOUNCER (V.O.):	"And Bradshaw, back and looking...Again, Bradshaw
running out of the pocket... Looking for someone to throw to..."

Bradshaw throws.

ANNOUNCER (V.O.): ...Bradshaw fires it down the field and there's a

The ball bounces off the helmet of a Raider player and is caught low
by the Steelers' FRANCO HARRIS.

ANNOUNCER (V.O.):	"...and it's caught out of the air! The ball is
pulled in by Franco Harris!"


ANNOUNCER (V.O.):	Franco Harris running for the end zone, all but

Oncoming headlights illuminate Fisher's face...





SLOWLY TRACKING down a long line of couples. Some with kids, some old,
some young, all waiting to pay their $55 and pick up their marriage

We HOLD on a young couple, late 20's, KEITH FISHER and his fiancee,
LIZ GARRETY. Fisher has a blondish quality to him, unassuming,
pleasant, attentive, a bit more reactive than he could be. Liz is
quite attractive, but somewhat tense, and not at all happy about
having to stand in this very slow moving line.

LIZ: This is ridiculous.
FISHER: Government cutbacks.
LIZ: Why can't we do it through the mail?
FISHER: (patient) We missed the deadline.
LIZ: Can't we do it on the phone?
FISHER: I don't think so.

In front of them a middle-aged MEXICAN COUPLE make-out intensely while
their chubby little THREE YEAR OLD stares at Liz.

LIZ: Why is this Kid staring at me?
FISHER: I'm not sure.

Liz pulls a note-pad out of her daypack.

LIZ: (reading from her notes) Did you send in all of the deposit
FISHER: I think so.
LIZ: (pause) What do you mean, you think so?
FISHER: I sent a lot of checks, I'm not sure what all of them are.
LIZ: The wedding cake check?
FISHER: Sent it.
LIZ: Photographer?
FISHER: Sent it.
LIZ: Florist?
LIZ: Caterer?
LIZ: Hotel for my parents, the tent, the band, the Judge...
FISHER: (beat) I think I forgot the tent.
LIZ: (somewhat alarmed) You forgot the tent?
FISHER: I think so.
LIZ: Why?
FISHER: Why what?
LIZ: Why did you forget the tent check?
FISHER: I didn't mean to Liz. I'm sorry.
LIZ: You can't play around with these tent people.
FISHER: I'm not playing around. I forgot.
LIZ: What else have you forgot?
FISHER: How could I know what else I forgot?
LIZ: I'm working my ass off here. I've taken care of absolutely
everything Keith.
FISHER: Because you wanted to. You wanted this to be your wedding not
your parent's.
LIZ: Don't you dare.
LIZ: Don't you put this on me. Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it,

A YOUNG TEENAGE COUPLE behind them stares at Liz, a bit confused.

FISHER: (trying to calm her) Stop it. I'm sorry.
LIZ: (trying to control herself) You know how important this is to my
mother. You know that.
FISHER: I'm sorry. I'm sorry I forgot the tent. I don't think I forgot
anything else.
LIZ: (not bitchy) I bet you didn't forget the bachelor party checks.
FISHER: Are we going to do this again?
LIZ: I'm just saying I bet those checks all found the mailboxes.
FISHER: I wouldn't know.
LIZ: It amazes me how organized you and your little fun bunch can be
when it comes time to mobilize to Vegas.
FISHER: (patient) They organized this, not me. I have nothing to do
with it.
LIZ: well it's bad timing.
FISHER: How do you figure?
LIZ: Right before the wedding?
FISHER: It's a bachelor party. You sort of have to do it before the
LIZ: I suppose Boyd is the creative force behind all this.
FISHER: He is.
LIZ: He's a moron.
FISHER: He's my friend. He's not a moron.
LIZ: David Boyd is a big sack of hot gas.


TIGHT ON a "Fred Sands" realty sign being pounded into the ground.
Pictured on the sign, as "offered by," is realtor DAVID BOYD, 30-ish,
short hair, smiling with bizarre sincerity.

WIDER to reveal, David Boyd in the flesh, suit jacket off, pounding
away, sinking the sign into the front yard of a cute little house. His
CELL PHONE RINGS. Boyd, gets the phone from his jacket.

BOYD: (into phone) David Boyd. Tina. Great. Okay. Here's the deal,
we're talking five guys. Hard Rock. Nice guys Tina. My friends. Yeah.
I'm calling you directly so you don't have to go through the agency...
(suddenly, over his shoulder) HEY! DO NOT ENTER THE HOUSE! (back into
phone) That's correct. Cash straight to you. Yes. Twelve hundred? I
don't think so. It's just stripping. Just a show. Hold on. (O.C.)
Could you please wait off the property?

ANGLE ON A YOUNG COUPLE, obviously here to see the house.

MAN: We're just trying to sneak a peak.
BOYD: Just stay off the property until I'm off the phone.
MAN: Why?
BOYD: Cause that's the way they do it.

Bewildered and somewhat intimidated, they back off.

BOYD (con't): (back into phone) So it's five guys, Hardrock Casino.
Nine hundred bucks and you do the thing with the rubber hoses. Are you
in? Tina, are you in? Good.

Boyd hangs up, puts on his jacket and turns with the same bizarre
insincere smile in his photo. Hand extended...

BOYD (con't): David Boyd, nice to meet you.


LIZ: Why do you feel the need to explore this side of your
FISHER: What are you talking about?
LIZ: I'm talking about the kind of people you hang out with...about
growing up, assuming responsibility of yourself.
FISHER: I asked you to marry me. I'm ready for marriage. That's
responsibility. That's growth.
LIZ: I just think that at some point you're going to have to
re-evaluate some of your friendships...
FISHER: Who else?
LIZ: Charles Moore for instants.
FISHER: You don't like Moore? Since when?
LIZ: It's not that I don't like him. But the wedding has really got me
thinking and...I just keep myself opening up. Crowning. And I want you
keeping up with me here.
FISHER: What does Moore have to do with your growing?
LIZ: I just don't see him in the big picture.
FISHER: I've known him since Cub Scouts.
LIZ: He's weird.
FISHER: He's quiet.
LIZ: He's weird.


late twenties, a chef in a very upscale, very busy KITCHEN. His name,
"Moore," is embroidered on his white chef's jacket.

Food orders fly all around as Moore works with a mesmerizing focus, a
poetic sense of purpose, fifteen things going on at once; he chops,
sautes, braises, etc..., in a perfect mute silence.


FISHER: He just doesn't talk a lot.
LIZ: Why? What's his problem?
FISHER: He's a great chef.
LIZ: He's weird. And I expect more from you.
FISHER: You expect more what?
LIZ: You're going to be hungover for three days. Like those guys on
"Oprah" that get drunk and have disgusting sex with prostitutes and
then say their vows with the stench of cheap hotel whore sex all over
FISHER: Time out.
LIZ: It's vile!

People are staring.

FISHER: That's absurd.
LIZ: I've seen it on television.
FISHER: I'm not going to marry you with the smell of prostitutes on my
LIZ: (starts to cry) I am not common Keith. I am not common. I am a
creature like no other and I will not be commoned! Is that to much to
ask? (screaming) Is that to much to ask!?!
FISHER: You will not be common!!!

Finally, at the head of the line, Liz steps up to the clerk.

LIZ:  Marriage license please.


Fisher and Liz emerge, start for the parking lot. Liz stops to look at
Fisher, her eyes well with tears, vulnerable and apologetic.

LIZ: Do you love me?
FISHER: Of course.
LIZ: How much?
FISHER: With all my heart.
LIZ: (vulnerable) Kiss me...?

FISHER takes her into his arms, pulls her to him, kisses her hard, for
all it's worth.


Desk after desk after desk of identical men, seemingly repeating the
same task. We find Fisher at one of the desks, number crunching. At
the desk across from Fisher sits...

MICHEAL BRENN, short, compact, with a severe personality disorder,
masquerading as semi-appropriate behavior.

MICHEAL: That's just insecurity.
FISHER: I don't know. She's really been stressing out.
MICHEAL: Just insecurity. Nut crunching gut splinters.
FISHER: What does that mean?
MICHEAL: It means she's insecure.
FISHER: About what?

Micheal's phone rings.

MICHEAL: (picks up) Mike Brenn. Yes. Yes. 14.3 at 7.5 for 6. At 29.83
at 9. (hangs up)  I'm amazed the windows don't blow out of their
fucking sockets with all the repressed, ass-puckering rage in these
soul-less lizards.
FISHER: (beat) I just want her to be happy.
MICHEAL: Same alarm clock every morning, same two pops on the same
snooze button...(PHONE RINGS; picks up) Micheal Brenn. Yes...Yes...
(looking through stacks of stats)Hold your horses. Okay. Got it. 6.321
at 17.28 for 6.6 at 9.256 out at 3432.343. (hangs up) Same shower,
towel, toothbrush, razor, hair gel. It's a fucking epidemic Fisher and
you better start addressing it. You're getting married and I'm not
going to candy-coat it. It just gets worse. It's an eighteen wheel
cement mixer that will crush every bone in your body.

Fisher looks pale.

FISHER: I'm not breathing right.
MICHEAL: 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, Micheal's older brother, mid-30's, a bit soft in the
belly, approaches, more or less in charge.

ADAM: (to Micheal) We're leaving from my house in three hours. If you
want to come, get your numbers in order by then.
MICHEAL: First of all...
ADAM: (cuts him off) No first of all. I'm not in a game mood.
MICHEAL: You're interrupting a personal conversation.
ADAM: (to Fisher) Sorry Fish.
FISHER: We'll be ready Adam.
ADAM: I know you'll be. (to Micheal) Three hours.

Adam goes.

MICHEAL: I don't care for him.
FISHER: He's your brother.

Fisher's phone RINGS.

FISHER: (pick's up) Keith Fisher.


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.
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.


BOYD, MOORE, FISHER in the middle, MICHEAL 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

Adam's and Lois' kids, Timmy, 8, and Adam Jr., 10, watch with Liz.
(Adam Jr., in leg braces and crutches, suffers from muscular

LOIS: ...We will compare these before photos with whatever form of
degeneration presented to us in 24 hours, no matter how low, how
LIZ: ...embarrassing, shameful...
LOIS: ...regression of Modern Man to his most primitive, ape-like
LIZ: The stone age.
LOIS: The post-Vegas Man.
LIZ: A mutant species.
LOIS: Okay boys, smile!

Lois clicks off photos of the men.

LOIS: All right. As you were.

The guys break. Fisher goes to Liz.

LIZ: will you please call the chair people?
FISHER: I will.
LIZ: Do you love me?
FISHER: Of course.
LIZ: Just call and let me know that your okay.
FISHER: I love you.
LIZ: have a nice bachelor party.

Adam kisses Lois and the kids goodbye. Adam jr. nearly looses his
balance in the excitement, Adam catches him.

Boyd starts to get in the drivers seat.

ADAM: Not on your life.

Boyd slides over shotgun, cranks the MUSIC.  Fisher's the last one in.
He slides the big Minivan door shut and they're off.

Adam looks in the rearview mirror, Lois, Liz, Timmy wave goodbye. Adam
Jr. waves one of his crutches.


The minivan cruises east: from Santa Monica; through downtown Los
Angeles; and the City of Industry. At the turn off, a freeway sign
reads; "Las Vegas 385 miles."


BOYD: You're a fucking moron.
MICHEAL: It's my fucking opinion.
ADAM: It's really a stupid opinion. You have developed an annoying
habit of talking for what seems to be no other reason than to hear
yourself speak.
MICHEAL: Because my opinion threatens yours, it's poorly developed?
ADAM: No, because your opinions are idiotic and have nothing to do
with what any given conversation is about, which makes 85% of your
eagerly injected thought process highly offensive to me.
MICHEAL: Boyd brought up divorce statistics.
BOYD: The hell I did!
MICHEAL: The hell you didn't!
BOYD: The hell I did!
MICHEAL: You said one in two marriages end in divorce.
BOYD: I never heard that.
FISHER: You said that Boyd.
BOYD: Well, I didn't mean it.
MICHEAL: You're an asshole Adam.
ADAM: You're an asshole.
MICHEAL: Oh, and why am I an asshole?
ADAM: Multiple reasons.
MICHEAL: Name one.
ADAM: I don't have to...

DEAD SILENCE. As they ride through the lifeless desert, Fisher dials
his cell phone.

FISHER (cont'd): (into phone) Is this Pico Party rents? Can I speak to
whomever is in charge of chairs? Chairs.

Boyd checks his watch.

BOYD: Four hours and fifteen minutes. I can make Vegas in 3 and
ADAM: I'm not getting a ticket.
FISHER: (on cell phone) Tony? This is Keith Fisher. You're doing my
wedding and I'm calling about the chair situation. Yeah, I'll hold.
BOYD: Who's up for making some real money?
ADAM: Don't even start.
BOYD: You want to hear me out?
MICHEAL: nope.
BOYD: Moore?
MOORE: No I don't.
BOYD: Fish?
FISHER: Not really. (into phone) Yes, the Fisher wedding chairs...
BOYD: Prison Communication Systems. (no response) An acquaintance
friend of mine is professionally involved with a communications outfit
in Denver that I just happen to know for a fact is about to be
rewarded a very large, exclusive contract to rewire every state prison
in Colorado. Yes sir.

Nobody gives a fuck.

FISHER: (into phone) No, I'm holding for Tony. In chairs. Keith
Fisher. Okay.
BOYD: That would translate to government guaranteed contract in excess
of 35 million dollars.
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...
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.
MICHEAL: 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 fucking 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.
MORE: I don't think so Boyd.
BOYD: Fine. Don't com crying to Boyd. No sir.

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

FISHER (O.C.): Yes, I was holding for Tony in chairs. I have a chair
problem. No, I'm not Tony, I need to speak to Tony.

18	EXT. DESERT			18

The minivan cruises through Death Valley in route to Vegas.


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
MOORE: Good times.
MICHEAL: 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...
MICHEAL: (screaming) Franco mother-fucking Harris!
MOORE: Keith Richards, Dean Martin...
BOYD: Jack Kerouback, Herman Melville, Henry Miller and Hunter S.
Thompson. I dedicate this evening to feat 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.

20	INT. CASINO - Gambling Montage		20

Improvised DIALOGUE.

CARDS fly.


FISHER on cell phone calls about the chairs again.

TEQUILA POURS. Shot after shot after shot after shot.

MICHEAL throws back a shot, falls off his stool.


Fisher sneaks a call to liz.

LIZ (V.O.): Hello.


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.
LIZ: Well, the night is young. Did you straighten out the chair
FISHER (V.O.): I'm working on it, I've made three calls. (beat) I
can't stop thinking about how much I love you.
LIZ: That's sweet.
FISHER (V.O.): Well I do.
LIZ: Well you should.
FISHER (V.O.): What are you doing?
LIZ: Just a bit of organizing.
FISHER (V.O.): Nesting?
LIZ: Yeah. Nesting.
FISHER (V.O.): I'm mad at you.
LIZ: Go have fun. Not too much.
FISHER (V.O.): I'll see you tomorrow...

23	CASINO		23

Fisher hangs up, a "Crazy about the girl" smile on his face.


The MUSIC is LOUD. The boys are super drunk in the swank bachelor
party suite.

MOORE stagger-dances on a table.

BOYD AND MICHEAL stand at the wet-bar.

BOYD: I don't hate women.
MICHEAL: You hate women.
BOYD: False.
BOYD: Not true.
MICHEAL: You have a King fantasy.
BOYD: I am a lover. In Africa, you can stay king as long as you can
service your women every night.
MICHEAL: And what happens when you can't?
BOYD: (swigs whiskey; looks up) New king.


Adam and Fisher.

ADAM: No. No. No. It's what my father said to me. He said it and he
meant it...He said to me...He said, Adam, he said...He told me and I
heard him...he said... (struggles to remember) Hell he said so many
Goddamn things I can't remember everything he said for Christsake.
FISHER: Right! That's exactly what I'm saying. My father said, first
of all, I'm your father not your friend. I'm your father.
ADAM: Are you solid with that?
FISHER: No. I think it's fucked.
ADAM: Then fuck what your father said, cause I'm gonna tell you right
now...You'll know what it's all about, why you got married and why you
love her when you wake up at three in the morning, and the
streetlight's coming through the window and it's just catching a
corner of her face, like a sleeping angel. And her hair smells sweet
and she's your's. She's all your's. Do you see where I'm going here?


speed hitting cocaine.

BOYD: If I'm the king of Israel, I say to myself, King, I say to
myself, King...Take a good look around. What do I see?
MICHEAL: Israel doesn't have a King.
BOYD: Then what do they have?
MICHEAL: They have a president. A Benjamin Yahoo something.
BOYD: I say to myself, look at the map. Look what's all around you.
People who wish bad bad things for you and your people. For thousands
of years the Jews are fighting everybody. It used to be they'd throw
rocks, then the iron revolution and they would attack with spears.
Then the gunpowder revolution. Now they're shooting fire power back
and forth, all day bullets flying, babies getting shot.
MICHEAL: What's your point?
BOYD: Now if I'm the King of Israel and all these sand niggers are
armed to the gills and you know it's just a matter of time...right? Am
I right?
MICHEAL: The Israelis can protect themselves. They got the Mossad
thing happening. Mossad's for real, man. They scalp babies.
BOYD: There's my point exactly.
MICHEAL: What? What's your point?
BOYD: Take Mexico.
BOYD: Look up the chickens, dig up the holy dirt, pack up the wailing
crying wall thing they bang their heads on all day long, stick it all
on a big fucking tug boat. The whole country picks up and takes


MOORE crazed with the rhythm of the "Chemical Brothers," jumps up and
down on the table.


Fisher and Adam power shooting Tequila.

FISHER: The bucks gonna stop right here. (pounds his chest) If my son
doesn't know the six New England states, if he has trouble with
geography, I won't stick it in his face. I'll help the little guy.
I'll put him in the car and take him out there. I'll take him to Maine
for a big Lobster dinner, go skiing in Vermont, hot dogs at Yankee
Stadium... I won't stare him down.
ADAM: Don't ever stare him down.
FISHER: I won't do it.
ADAM: Don't eyeball your kids.

28	MOORE		28

on the coffee table, dances the beasty dance.

29	THE BAR		29

BOYD: The Mexicans would love it. They're dying for a little order
down there. They need direction.
MICHEAL: They need leadership.
BOYD: That's what I'm saying. Let the Israelis straighten it up. They
got plenty of room down there, number one. Plus, and this is just a
plus, they kind of look alike - the Jews and the Mexicans. So I think
on a whole your average Joe Mexican is gonna have less of a problem
getting his head around the whole assimilation thing. Am I right?


30	BALCONY		30

ADAM: I tell mine that they're little men. I tell them they're strong.
They make me feel joy. I let 'em know. So they really know that I need
them just as much. You know. Just as much man. And you know, you're
their godfather...
FISHER: I know and I'm honored...
ADAM: If anything ever happens to me...
FISHER: I know...
ADAM: Y'see? That's the real point here. That's what I'm driving for,
when the big storm comes and knocks down all the forests and the rocks
fall down and the leave's are bare. What's left? The little trees, the
little fellas that the storm didn't see. The tiny little...

Moore is on the balcony.

MOORE: The stripper's here.
ADAM: (bombed) Excellent.

He and Fisher stagger aside.


Boyd introduces TINA, a devastatingly sexy Asian girl, to all the

BOYD: Gentlemen, this is Tina.

The guys, wasted, attempt to greet Tina.

TINA: Who's the lucky groom?

The guys point at Fisher, raoring. Tina presses her lips to Fisher's

TINA (cont'd): Hi Fisher.

Boyd dims the lights, cranks up the MUSIC as the guys stumble for
position on and around the couch. Tina starts to move, very sexy.

Micheal tokes a joint.

MICHEAL: God, I love women.



TINA dances, slowly peeling off her clothes.

The guys are into it. Micheal seems especially turned-on.

Tina moves in on Fisher, starts a very nasty lap dance...somehow
incorporating a rubber hose.

The guys hoop and holler...

Micheal is mesmerized...

Tina grinds on Fisher's lap, touching her nipples...

Micheal's going crazy...He tries to touch her, she slaps his hand

Fisher can't take it anymore...

Tina relents...moves on...

Micheal reaches for her leg like a dog in heat.

She passes over him, teasing, tormenting him, and settles onto Adam's

The guys roar in approval...Micheal glowers...

Adam turns bright red as Tina arouses and rides him...

Micheal starts to burn...

The guys egg Tina on, she gets off on Adam's shyness, rubs her breasts
in his face...

The guys are howling...

Tina sucks one of Adam's fingers into her mouth...

Micheal looks like he's going to explode...

Adam's overwhelmed, he politely bails out...

BOYD: (whispers to Fish) She's all your's Fish. Anything you want.
Happy bachelor party.
FISHER: I can't.
MICHEAL: (jumps up) I'll take a ride.
FISHER: Go for it.
MICHEAL: (to Tina) Come on.
TINA:	(to Boyd) You said just dancing.
BOYD: (re: money) I'll take good care of you.
TINA: (dead flat; re: Micheal) With him. (beat) Lucky me.

Micheal moves inon Tina. Hesitantly, she leads him into the master

MOORE: She's fucking hot!
ADAM: I need a drink.
BOYD: Tequila...

Boyd reaches for the bottle as the beat goes on.


Distorted, a bit crooked. MUSIC and DIALOGUE constantly changing
levels. We're not sure who's saying what. We're not sure of physical
geography. The one thing we are sure of is that MICHEAL is fucking the
hell out of Tina in the bathroom.



Micheal works Tina from behind.

35	SUITE:		35

MOORE bouncing off the furniture.

FISHER and ADAM, wildly high.

BOYD sprays beer on Adam, who returns fire. Drunk they start
wrestling, throwing each other around the room, knocking over

36	BATHROOM:		36

Micheal, tightly, ties Tina's hands behind her back with her rubber

TINA: Oh come on.
MICHEAL: I want to play.
TINA: It's gonna cost extra.
MICHEAL: I will pay.

37	SUITE:		37

Fisher spraying beer all over Adam and Boyd as they knock a table over
and end up tangled and brawling on the floor.

38	BATHROOM:		38

Micheal screwing the hell out of Tina.

TINA: Easy baby, easy.


39 	SUITE:		39

Moore wildly leaps from the couch to the chair, to another chair, back
to the couch...

40 	BATHROOM:		40

Micheal plows like a monster into Tina, hands tied behind her back...

CLOSE ON her stiletto heels, digging into the marble floor... One of
her heels breaks...she starts to slip...

41 	SUITE:		41

Moore jumps, misses the chair, falling down on the glass coffee

42	BATHROOM:		42

Tina falls, Micheal reaches too late, she can't break her fall with
her hands tied behind her...she's going down...

43	SUITE:		43

Moore falls through the shattered glass, to the floor...

44	BATHROOM:		44

Tina hits her head hard on the porcelain toilet...

45	SUITE:		45

Fisher, Adam, and Boyd stop brawling, stare down at Moore covered in

MOORE: (beat) Cool.

Moore is fine, not even a scratch. The guys break into ROARING
LAUGHTER, completely HYSTERICAL; shaking, roaring, releasing. TIGHT
SHOTS of each HOWLING until...

One by one...they sober up...looking O.C.

TIGHT ON FISHER as his smile slowly fades to confusion, he stares O.C.


Standing in the door, face ghost white, blood dripping from his

MICHEAL: I really fucked up.


The guys rush in. Stop dead in their tracks.


On the floor, legs twisted underneath her, lies growing in a growing
puddle of dark blood. SILENCE as the guys stare, trying to comprehend.

MOORE: Jesus.
ADAM: Don't touch her. Call 911.
MICHEAL: (in shock) I was just playing...we were playing just playing
ADAM: (examines Tina) She's dead.
FISHER: No...No.
MOORE: How do you know she's dead.
ADAM: She's got no fucking pulse.
BOYD: You don't know what you're doing.

Boyd pushes Adam out of the way. Starts feeling her pulse.

BOYD: (not getting anything) Where do you look? What side of the neck?
MOORE: Left side.
ADAM: Either side you idiot. I'm calling 911.
FISHER: (semi-gone) What happened? Oh my God...
MICHEAL: We were playing...she slipped...she hit her head.
ADAM: (incredulous) Playing?

47	SUITE		47

Adam moves into the living room, heads for the phone. Boyd intercepts
him. They wrestle for the phone.

BOYD: Wait!
ADAM: What?
BOYD: What are you doing?
ADAM: (hysterical) What are you talking about?
BOYD: What do you think you are doing?
ADAM: I'm calling the ambulance.
BOYD: Just wait a second. Wait one second. Okay. What are you doing?
ADAM: Calling the ambulance.
BOYD: Why? (beat) Why? She's dead. Why are you calling an ambulance?

A reasonable point. BEAT.

ADAM: We have to call the ambulance.
BOYD: Why?

Fisher entering, freaked...

FISHER: Oh, the police.
FISHER: She's dead. Call somebody!
BOYD: Shut up.
FISHER: Call 911.
BOYD: Shut up.
MICHEAL: She slipped.
(attacking Micheal) 				(defensive)
What did you do?                          You never heard of
accidents?! Get off me!

Adam slaps Micheal. Moore tries to break it up.

BOYD: Everybody shut up. LISTEN TO ME!


BOYD: Listen to me. Please. Everybody just calm down a bit here.
First...are we sure she's dead?
ADAM: Her head's bashed in and her heart isn't beating.
MOORE: She's dead.
MICHEAL: It was an accident!
BOYD: Are you sure this was an accident?
ADAM: You're a lying deviant. What did you do?!
MICHEAL: The floor was wet. She slipped!
ADAM: Why was the floor wet?
MICHEAL: I don't know why the floor was wet!
ADAM: Why?!

Fisher wanders back to the bathroom door where Moore is; they stare
at Tina as the conversation rages in the b.g.

BOYD: Stop it! Listen to me. Let's just take a second here and take
hold of the situation, OK? Let's just review our options here.
ADAM: We have a dead woman bleeding all over the bathroom. What
options? Call the police.
BOYD: Call the police. Okay, that's one option.
ADMA: That is not an "option." There is no multiple choice here.
BOYD: Yes sir, there sure is an option here. There are always options.

ON Fisher and Moore.

MOORE: I've never seen a dead person.
As Moore moves in, transfixed, to take a closer look...

FISHER: (engraged) Fuck! Fuck you fucking guys!
BOYD: Well we can definitely call the police. That's an easy call. If
we call the police... What happens? (silence) They find a dead
prostitute in the bathroom...They ask us...What happened? We say,
ah... our friend, Micheal... (to Adam) Your a little out
of control...they were making love...and he got a little excited...and
he, ah, sort of beat her head into the side of a toilet, while he
choked her to death with a rubber hose...
ADAM: Stop it!
BOYD: There's more.
ADAM: Just stop.
BOYD: Just giving the facts.
ADAM: I'm calling the police.
BOYD: What were we doing officer? Why didn't we help her? Well...we're
all a bit high, you know, bachelor party, that kind of thing. Fisher
here is getting married in three days...Beautiful wife...he didn't
have anything at all to do with
It...It was all Micheal here...just Micheal...

Adam:                                     BOYD:
You don't play games with                 I've known him for
Homicide police. There are                while maybe twenty
No options here. There is                 years kind of a close
Not the luxury of worrying                friend but hey what the
About how the fallout will                heck officer, take him
Settle.                                   Away, go on it's for
                                          His own good.

FISHER: (outraged)What are you talking about? Adam's right. We don't
have a choice here Boyd...I mean what are you talking about? What
BOYD: (calm) Bury her out in the desert.
ADAM: (sarcastic) Sure, why not.
MOORE: He's right.
BOYD: We can take her out to Red Rock. Find some quiet place...and put
her in the ground.
ADAM: You don't just casually walk out of a Vegas Casino with a dead
BOYD: We can do this. We can get her out of here.
ADAM: Have you completely lost your mind? So you get her out of here.
So you get her out into the desert somehow, without anybody seeing, so
what, you don't think at some point somebody might notice that she's
BOYD: Nobody knows she's here. I called her personally. Nobody knows.
FISHER: Oh for Christsake Boyd. Somebody must know she's here.
BOYD: Nobody knows.

PAUSE, as the guys digest this point.

ADAM: Her blood is all over the bathroom. i'd say that's a bit of a
DNA problem.
BOYD: It's a marble floor, we can clean it up.
FISHER: Oh God. This is insane.
BOYD: What's insane is the fact that Micheal here put a fucking girl's
head through a toilet. That's insane.
MOORE: They'll get us on accesory to murder.
ADAM: Bullshit it's not accesory. I didn't do shit. You call the cops,
you explain it was an accident...
BOYD: Her fucking head was caved in.
ADAM: SO i didn't fucking do it!
BOYD: She's got bondage burns on her wrists. There's blow all over the
room, Moore looks like he went at it with a mountain lion. This room
looks like the Manson Family stayed here a month. Micheal goes down,
we all go down.
MOORE: I'm not going to ruin my life over a dead whore.
ADAM: That's a horrible ugly comment. "Dead whore?" She's a person!
FISHER: (falling away) I'm getting married...
MICHEAL: I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I'm sorry...
ADAM: I've got a wife and two boys.

Fisher shuffles to a corner, collapses, head in hands. SILENCE.

BOYD: (unflappably calm) Lets take a vote. A simple vote. Two choices;
we clean up the mess. Right now. bury it in the desert, go home, and
never look back. Or, we can call the police... Open those doors, roll
the dice and hope that it's only Micheal who falls. Let's take a vote.
Desert...or police?

BOYD looks around. BEAT. Raises his hand.

BOYD: Desert.

He looks at MOORE

MOORE: (beat) Fucking desert.


MICHEAL: (to Fisher) Fish, I'm really sorry. I just...I owe you man.
(puts up his hand) Desert.

All eyes on FISHER, no response.

BOYD: Nobody knows she's here.
FISHER: Good God...Good God...

All eyes on ADAM. He takes a while...Finally,

ADAM: How do we get her out of here?

A reasonable question. Boyd thinks. BEAT.

BOYD: Wrap her up in blankets. Bring the car around to the back of the
hotel, throw her off the balcony, put her in the car...Done.
ADAM: (beat) You don't thiink someone will have a problem witha  body
being thrown off a balcony?
BOYD: We check out the area and wait for a time when it's clear.
ADAM: What about the blood?
BOYD: Someone goes to Walmart, gets some buckets, brushes, mops, Spic
and Span, the works.
ADAM: Have you ever done this before?
BOYD:The reality is, you take away the horroe of this situation, take
away the tragedy of the death, take away the moral and ethical
implications of all the crap you have had conditioned, beaten, into
your head since grade one. What are we left with? What? A 115 lb.
problem. 115 lbs. that must be moved from point A to point B.Now, a
straight line in the shortest distance but we are denied the luxury of
a visible straight line. But that line exists and I see it.I see that
line. Trust me. Adam. Trust me...I can take care of this.


The five men stop breathing. Somebody's at the door.


Stunned silence. The guys stare at each other in horror.

RALPH (O.S.): Hello? Is anyone in there?

Boyd races to the door, eyes the pephole.

BOYD'S POV, through the peephole, outside in the hall, a man. RALPH,
early 30's, fairly unassuming/

BOYD: (calls out) What is it?
RALPH (O.S.) Ah, yeah, hi. Is Tina there?

Adam throws his head in his hands.

BOYD: (through door) What?
RALPH (O.S.): I'm with Tina. Is she there?

Boyd indicates to the guys to be cool.

BOYD: SHe's not here.
RALPH (O.S.): Where is she?
BOYD: She's here. She's just...Hold on a second.

Boyd turns as the guys freak. Crazed bits of panicked coversation -


RALPH (O.S.): Could you open the door please.

Boyd moves back to the door, slowly, opens it. Ralph steps in. Takes a
good look around.

RALPH'S POV of the fairly  destroyed hotel room and five severly
traumatized men.

RALPH: Okay. Hi.


RALPH: So who's the lucky guy?


BOYD: Who?
RALPH: The groom?
RALPH: Cool... (beat) You all dudes from L.A.?
BOYD: Yup.
RALPH: Doing the bachelor party thing?
BOYD: That's right.
RALPH: Sin City. Devil's Playground. The Black Bitch. All day every
day. (beat) Where's Tina?
BOYD: She's in the bathroom...she's still working.
RALPH: She's still working?
BOYD: That's right.
RALPH: Sweet deal.

SILENCE. Ralph checks the rest of the guys. Some strange eye contact.
Extremely uncomfortable.

RALPH: Is everything okay?
BOYD: Great. Fine. Perfect.


RALPH: (indicating bathroom)I'm gonna just tell her I'm waiting.

He starts for the bathroom.

BOYD: She's in there!
RALPH: I'm just gonna let her know I'm here.

And Ralph is on his way to the bathroom. And the guys are freaking as
Ralph moves through the bedroom up towards the bathroom. Hand on door
- opening door - stepping in - and Ralph sees Tina. RALPH, in shock,
staring, back-peddles...

RALPH: My God!

As Ralph starts to turn --


ON BOYD - his Boy SCout knife raised above his head - drivin it into
Ralph's neck!

MAJOR ARTERIAL SPRAY as Ralph's jugular is severed. Ralph struggles.
Boyd wrestles him back toward the bathroom.

BOYD: Help me! Don't let him bleed on the carpet!

And MOORE is there. Helping Boyd wrestle the SCREAMING thrashing Ralph
into the bathroom. Ralph fights like a gilled Marlin. They shove him
into the bathroom. Boyd slams the door shut. Holds it tight as Ralph
tries to force it back open.

BOYD: He'll bleed out! He'll bleed dry. help me hold the door.

And help they do. Micheal, Moore and Adam all hold the door shut as
Ralph continues to fight for his life. Slowly the force of his
POUNDING  eases. We hear Ralph slowing down...The thrashing
slows..softer...The MOANS quiet...softer...Just a slight
GURGLE...Ralph is going...going... Ralph is gone.


Eight hands slowly peel off the bathroom door. Devastating SILENCE as
the guys attempt to process this, the latest of developments...with
Fisher staring, blotto.


The door slowly opens. Boyd first - then the rest of the guy's heads
slowly appear in the doorway.

MOORE: Oh God.

And Moore is out the door, racing for a garbage can to releive


An absolute blood bath.; The walls are covered with Ralph's Arterial
spray Tina lies, still dead on her side. Ralph has somehow "assumed
the position" dead, head in the bathtub. A bizarre and gruesome sight.
Boyd surveys the carnage, takes charge.

BOYD: (with military precision) All right people. New plan. Not even a
new plan so much as a modification of the old plan.
FISHER: (beyond shock) I'm calling the police.
BOYD: So help me God you touch that phone and I bury you with them.
(beat) Surrender is no longer an option. I repeat - It is not an
option. Is there anyone who does not understand that?

Fisher's response is to join Moore, as he searches for a garbage can
to puke in. Micheal just stares.

BOYD:A little gut check time fellas. A time for some serious
self-exploration.How do I function? For real? No more bullshit. Can I
keep my cool when they bounce my bananas? When they won't play my
fucking song? etc, etc. Do you get me? Do you get me?
MICHEAL: Not really. no.
BOYD: Not a problem. Understand not my words, but follow my orders.
Follow my orders


The boys move down the isles of the massive24 hour everything store,
Boyd pushes a cart, grabbing; cleaning supplies, tarp, tape, giant
pruning shears, etc...

BOYD (V.O.): We will organize, we will mobilize, we will maximize and

Moore grabs a plastic garbage can off a shelf and pukes in it for all
he's worth.


The boys attmept to look natural as they stroll through the casino
with their spplies. Late night gamblers pay them little notice.


Boyd turns up the MUSIC.

BOYD: Let's do it people.


Moore and Fisher scrub blood from the carpet. Fisher keeps forgetting
to breath.

Micheal and Boyd put Tina and Ralph in the bath tub.

Adam sits in shock on the floor.

Fisher and Moore try to fix a broken chair.

Boyd starts to dismember Ralph with the pruning shears, like cutting
the joints of a roasted chicken.

Adam stares at the wall.

Micheal wraps one of Ralph's feet in plastic, puts it in a suitcase.

Boyd saws. Micheal wraps. Fisher and Moore clean.

Adam slowly straightens up a lamp, begins to help.

UNTIL - the last of the body parts, Tina's head, is wrapped in
plastic, packed in a suitcase.

The bathroom has been remarkably cleaned up. Just a bit of blood left
in the tub. Boyd looks pleased.

BOYD: All right. Looking good people.


The minivan bumps along a deserted road at a snail's pace.


Adam drives, cringing with every bump and bang. Everyone is tense.
Boyd eyes the clock. It's 4 a.m.

BOYD: Sun rises at 5:52.
ADAM: I'm not wrecking the transmission!

54	EXT. DESERT		54


The guys off-loading the suitcases.

Fisher and Boyd digging holes.

They start putting the suitcases in the holes.

ADAM: Wait. Wait a minute.
BOYD: What?
ADAM: We can't do this.
BOYD: We've already done this.
ADAM: No, I mean the suitcases. We can't bury them in suticases.
ADAM: It's sacrilegious.
BOYD: How do you figure?
ADAM: According to Jewish law, the blood and limbs are considered to
be part of the human being. They must be buried together or their
souls won't rest in peace.
BOYD: So that's what we're doing.
ADAM: No we're not. The bodies are all mixed up. We can't do this to
BOYD: She's Asian. They don't habe Jews in Asia.
ADAM: That is absolutely not true.
BOYD: (beat) Well what the fuck are we supposed to do?
ADAM: (as if reasonable) Open the suitcases, unpack the body parts and
reunite the limbs.
FISHER: Now ay.
ADAM: It has to be done.
BOYD: We have to get going.
ADAM: I am not flexible on this.


BOYD: Alright. Let's do it.

The guys start breaking down the body parts, ripping open cases...

BOYD: I got her arm.
MOORE: Here's his head.

As the guys put limbs with bodies...


Dirt being thrown on top of the reunited bodies until they are all
completely buried.


As the last of the dirt is packed down by Boyd. The guys stare down at
the grave site.

BOYD: Now I am the last to say that we have done here is a good thing.
It's not. It's not a good thing. But it was, given the circumstances,
the smart play. We did what had to be done. And...well...I'm proud of
us. I'm proud of each and every one of us. We performed. Under the
most complex and nerve shattering of situations, we stood fast and we
delivered. i feel proud.


ADAM: We are all going straight to hell. Either hell or prison,
whichever comes first.
BOYD: Wrong. That is flat out wrong. hell is for cowards, for
hypocrites who fear to live by the strenght of their own convictions.
This is war. Given the circumstancesm and given the fact that we are
alive and they are not, we have chosen life over death. Two wrongs
don't make a right. So our conviction and execution would only
meanmore death here, not less.
MOORE: Boyd... I don't know man...It just seems to me that ever since
you took Tony Robbins self-help're all fucked-up in the
FISHER: I got to agree with that.
BOYD: That is a load of shit. Personal power has nothing to do with
any of this. Tony Robbins has helped me to unlock energy and see my
options more clearly, yes, but to give him credit for this, for all of
this...Well that's just more than the man deserves.
FISHER: I think we should say some words over the grave.
BOYD: What kind of words?
FISHER: I'm talking about prayer.
BOYD: Go ahead.

Fisher steps to the grave, looks down.

FISHER: Dear God...I don't know how to pray.
MICHEAL: Just go ahead and say what's on your mind.
BOYD: Speak from the heart my brother.

Adam turns in disgust.

ADAM: This is pathetic.
MICHEAL: You're pathetic.
ADAM: (turning on Micheal) What did you say?
MICHEAL: (pointing) You're not a team player.
ADAM: Don't point at me.
MICHEAL: You never were a team player. That's why you never had any
ADAM: I have plenty of friends.
MICHEAL: The hell you do.
ADAM: The hell I don't.
MICHEAL: You have acquaintances - business friends and superficial
golf buddies. You have always been a fringe player. You have some
serious male on male intimacy problems.
ADAM: What are you fucking talking about?

Micheal looks at Boyd.

FISHER: Micheal, now is probably not the best time for this.
BOYD: No, this is the perfect time. This is real time. Adam. Your
brother and I, as well as several others present, have always
suspected that you... (points to Adam) ...are a fully repressed,
living in major denial, locked down, fly-boy butt-fucker.

DEAD SILENCE. Adam stares stupefied at Boyd, then Micheal. Finally,
Fisher says his prayer.

FISHER: Dear God, please forgive us for what we have done here
tonight. We have lost our way. Speaking for myself, let me say...



Fisher's prayer over the guys driving home. Each lost in his own

FISHER (V.O.): (cont'd) ...I am deeply in love with the woman I am
about to marry and I look very much forward to raising a family and
being a positive member of society. We promise, if you forgive us, we
will never forget this tragedy and will try with all our powers to use
it as a daily reminder that we are here on earth to do good not evil.
Let us go from this day forward with new purpose and spirit.  You have
given us a second chance and let us take that second chance and use it
as fuel to feed our fires of productivity so that the spirits of the
two we now bury live on forever in the good deeds and positive
achievements we from this moment on shall make our life's work...

Continue as the minivan disappears down the freeway, heading back to
Los Angeles. A freeway sign reads, "Los Angeles, 358 miles."

FISHER (V.O.): Thank you lord, and again, we ask for your forgiveness
and guidance... Amen.

57	EXT. CAR WASH - DAY		57

Adam watches his mini-van move through the wash and rinse cycle,
staring, paranoid at the Mexican Towel Boy cleaning the interior.

MICHEAL tries to open a child proof bottle of Excedrin.

BOYD plays "Mrs. Pac-man" in the corner.

58	MEN'S ROOM		58

Moore dry heaves for all he's worth.

59	PAY PHONE		59

Fisher finishes dialing, waits...Finally...

LIZ (V.O.): Hello.
FISHER: Hey. It's me.
LIZ (V.O.): Where are you?
FISHER: We're on our way home. I just...we're running a little late.
LIZ (V.O.): How late?
FISHER: No. Just like an hour or so.
LIZ (V.O.): What about the chairs?
LIZ (V.O.): What okay?
LIZ (V.O): The chairs.
FISHER: I left a message. I think it's going to be okay.
LIZ (V.O.): You sound funny. Did you do cocaine?
FISHER: No. No. I'll see you in about four hours.

As he hangs up the phone...

LIZ (V.O.): (distant; unheard) Do you love me?

CLICK. Fisher, in a daze, turns and walks into right into Adam who has
been standing there listening. Adam doesn't look so good.

ADAM: I want you to hear me out.
ADAM: You and I have done nothing. You especially. We are innocent.
FISHER: I don't think so.
ADAM: We are. We go to the police. We tell them the truth. Now. Before
they find out. Now. We save ourselves.

The HISPANIC CAR WASH WORKER beeps the horn, Adam jumps. The van is

BOYD: Let's go!

Adam stares daggers into Fisher.

ADAM: We save ourselves. It's our only chance.

Adam heads back to the car, leaving Fisher alone.



The shiny clean minivan cruises to a stop in front of the house. Adam
Jr., "Little Adam," and Timmy play in the fenced yard along with a
couple of other kids.


Adam stops the car. The guys sit in silence as the kids assault the
truck, climbing all over it. Little Adam waves his crutches wildly.

ADAM JR.: (screaming) Daddy's home! Daddy's home!

Boyd addresses the fellas.

BOYD: The past is the past. Today is the beginning of the rest of our
MOORE: Today is the best day of the rest of our lives.
FISHER: (disgusted) The first day.
MOORE: What?

As Lois, with camera, and Liz, come out the front door.

FISHER: (disgusted & depressed) It goes; "Today is the first day of
the rest of our lives."
BOYD: However it goes, the point is, nobody says anything to anyone
ever. Right?...Right?
MOORE: That's right.

As the little kids put their lips up to the windows, making funny

BOYD: You're Goddam right. Adam?

Adam is silent, watching the beautiful chaos that is his family.

ADAM: (reluctant) Right.


As the guys get out and are mauled by the hyper kids and Lois and Liz.

LOIS: (with camera) Group shot. Here we go boys! Yes sir, compare and
contrast time!

She starts herding the boys into a group pose.

LOIS: Feeling a little HUNGOVER are we? Do you kids take note? (taking
pictures) See how pathetic Daddy and his jackass friends look?!

Fisher makes eye contact with Liz.

LIZ: What's the word n the chairs?
FISHER: I'm working on it.
LIZ: Then you'd better work on it in the car. We gotta go see the



JUDGE TOWER: We don't say "love, honor and obey" anymore. And we don't
say "till death do us part." Today we say, "respect, honor and
cherish, as long as you both do love." How does that sound?
LIZ: I kind of like "till death do us part." I mean, this is forever.
In sickness and in health, through good times and bad. Honey, what do
you think?

Liz looks at Fisher who is a nuclear wreck, barely coherent.

FISHER: Yea...It's great...seems like...I don't know you've got all
the important stuff in there.
JUDGE TOWER: All right then. It's refreshing to see two young people
not afraid of real commitment. Will you have friends or family saying
words - singing or anything?
FISHER: (beat) Are we supposed to?
JUDGE TOWER: It's not a question of supposed to, it's an entirely
personal decision...Some do some don't.
LIZ: We don't think so. I mean, we just want the singing when I come
JUDGE TOWER: Okay great. What will that be?
LIZ: We're just going to have the leader of the band sing alone with
his guitar. Acoustic.
JUDGE TOWER: What song?
LIZ: "You Send me."
JUDGE TOWER: Oh I know that. How does it go...
LIZ: You know, (talks it) Darling send me...Darling
you...You mend me. (to Fisher) Honey, sing it for Judge Tower.

In lieu of an anxiety attack, Fisher...

FISHER: (sings) " you, ewe ewe ewe , send me,
you, ewe ewe ewe, mend me.
LIZ:"At first I thought it was infatuation...But oh it's lasted so
FISHER & LIZ: "Now I find myself wanting to marry you, marry you and
take you home..."

Judge Tower joins in and the three squeak out the chorus and it's
pretty pathetic.



The guys are being fitted for their wedding tuxes.

Lois takes pictures of the five groomsmen.

Liz closely watches as the TAILOR makes adjustments to Fisher's tux.

Adam looks sick.


Fisher and his dad walk along the pier eating hot dogs. A father and
son moment.

MR. FISHER: I wanted to just take this final opportunity to visit with
you. You know, just to be with you, father and son, before you run off
and do your own husband, daddy thing. (starts to choke-up) I'm just so
Goddamn proud of you...God knows I didn't always play it right with
FISHER: You did all right dad.
MR. FISHER: I could have done it better. I'm a fucking ball-buster I
FISHER: You never walked away dad. You could have walked away.
MR. FISHER: I'm just so scared of that song. That fucking, "My son
just arrived the other day...he says thanks for the ball, come on
let's play. I got lots of bills come again next day. He's grown up
just like me...My boy is just like me." Gordon fucking Lightfoot, Cat
Stevens, whoever, that song just fucking kills me.
FISHER: Harry Chaplin. "Cats in the Cradle."
MR. FISHER: Just kills me...
FISHER: I love you dad.
MR. FISHER: I love you so much it hurts. Me and your mother marvel at
what you have become. You're going to have a wonderful journey with
this girl. I feel it deep inside. A wonderful, magical journey. (cries
again) And I'm, like I said, just so proud of how you turned out.
(hugs Fisher) You go out and knock 'em dead Keith. Knock'em dead!

Off Fisher we...



TIGHT ON  A Vegas Newspaper Metro Section slammed down on a desk - A
small article on Tina, the now missing prostitute.

FISHER: Where did you get that?
MICHEAL: At the newsstand on 3rd.
ADAM: (falling apart) Fucking Boyd. That fucking idiot. They're on to
MICHEAL: They're not on to us. I'm gonna call Boyd.

Micheal picks up the phone.


TIGHT ON BOYD  talking into cell phone.

BOYD: Oh that's just nothing. That's just a missing persons thing,
that's all.


MICHEAL: You said nobody would miss her.
BOYD: No. I said nobody knew she was coming to the hotel.
ADAM: (grabs phone) Boyd you idiot, the shit's coming down!
BOYD: What does that mean?
ADAM: You got us into this mess.
BOYD: Oh I did? I think it was your little rat fuck brother who
decided to play Hamburger Helper with the hooker's head.
ADAM: (freaks) Wold you, shush?! These phones aren't secure!
BOYD: Lighten up Adam. Show some character.
ADAM: Don't talk to me about character.
BOY: Watch the tone fella.

Fisher realizes he's not breathing.

ADAM: Fuck you Boyd!
BOYD: Any time fat boy!

Boyd hangs up the phone, looks at his picture on the realty sign he
just pounded into someone's yard. Behind the bizarre sincere smile we
now see the eyes of a maniac. Boyd picks up the sledge hammer and
swings wildly, destroying his sign, splintering it into kindling.

68	INT. BAKERY		68

Fisher and Liz taste different samples of cake and compare different
cake designs with a BAKER.


Surrounded by hundreds of different floral arrangements, Liz shows a
zombied Fisher the flowers she's picked for the wedding.


A beautiful country style beach house in Santa Monica. Liz, Fisher and
the realtor, MAGGIE, walk into the charming kitchen. Fisher seems
stresses by the price tag.

LIZ: I love it. I just love, love, love, love it.
MAGGIE: Are you guys gonna fill this place with kids? You sure got
room for them.
LIZ: We're in no hurry. I think we'll take some time to enjoy each
other, enjoy our freedom before we surrender ourselves to kids.
MAGGIE: Take your time. I wish I had.
LIZ: (hugs Fisher) We will.
MAGGIE: So where to on the honeymoon?
FISHER: This is our honeymoon.
LIZ: After the wedding, which we're paying for ourselves, and this
MAGGIE: Smart. Smart. Smart. Think big picture, take your time. I wish
I had.
LIZ: That's our plan.
MAGGIE: Well, I just need your signature on these contracts and a
deposit check so I can get the ball rolling.

Liz looks at Fisher. She really wants the house. He takes out his
checkbook. Liz throws her arms around Fisher, kisses him.

FISHER: How much?
MAGGIE: Five percent should be fine for now, which is, let's see,
twenty thousand dollars. Of course I'll be splitting my commission
with your friend. (beat) He is a very sweet man.

Liz stares at Fisher. His hand shakes as he writes the check.


Adam, Lois and the kids pull into the mini-mart, up to the gas pump.


Adam, ghost white, fumbles for a credit card as the kids go nuts in
the back seat.

KIDS: (singing) "Do your balls hang low, do they wobble to and fro,
can you tie 'em in a knot, can you tie 'em in a bow?"
ADAM: (snapping) Knock it off!
LOIS: Don't snap at them!
ADAM: They're driving me nuts!
LOIS: They're singing.

A black sedan, looking like an unmarked police car, pulls up
nose-to-nose with them at the pump. TWO MEN in dark suits in the front
look like cops. Adam can't help but notice.

ADAM: (getting out) It's a disgusting song.

73	EXT. CAR		73

Adam slides his card through at the pump and starts filling his tank
as one of the "suits" gets out of the black sedan and does the same.

Adam and the "suit" make eye-contact.

SUIT: How ya doing?
ADAM: (nervous mumble) What?
SUIT: What's that?
ADAM: What did you say?
SUIT: I said how's it going?
ADAM: I didn't hear you.
SUIT: Well that's what I said.

Adam nods, eyeing his gas pump, willing it to pump faster. His heart
starts to pound, he looks away, sees...

An LAPD police car pull into the station, stops in front of the
mini-mart. TWO COPS inside.

ON adam, eye-balling the cop car. He slowly turns to steal a glance at
the "suit."

SUIT: How do you like that mini-van?

Adam's tank is almost filled. He wants nothing more than to get out of

Lois rolls down the window.

LOIS: Honey, go in there and get some Starbursts.
ADAM: What?
LOIS: They're screaming for Starbursts.
ADAM: Later.
LOIS: They're screaming like monsters and it's giving me a headache.
Go get some fucking Starbursts.

Adam looks from the suit to the cop car...

ADAM: Fine.

TRACK with Adam as he walks from the pumping across the parking lot,
past the cop car, his HEART POUNDING...


Adam quickly searches the candy section for Starburst. He looks out
the window...


The "suit" has finished with the gas but he's not leaving...He's
taking a close look at Adam's van. He seems to be checking the license

ADAM: Oh my God.

Adam is blocking the aisle. He doesn't notice a YOUNG  UNIFORMED COP
trying to get past.

COP (O.S.): Excuse me.

Adam turns, panics, stumbles back, into the candy display and topples
to the ground. ADAM lies flat on his back in a monster mess of candy.

COP: You okay?

Adam scrambles to his feet, trying frantically to fix the major mess -
only making it worse. The IRANIAN STORE CLERK approaches, pissed.

CLERK: Just leave it!
ADAM: (determined) It's okay.
CLERK: Leave it!

Startled by his tone, Adam staggers back, into a Gatorade display,
slips and topples to the ground.

ADAM: (on his back) I'm sorry.

They young cop gives Adam a hand up. Adam stare at the cop.

ADAM: (tears in his eyes) I'm sorry.

Adam scurries out of the Mini-Mart, the Cop watches in confusion.


As Adam races back to his car, the "Suit" moves in on him.

SUIT: The wife's begging me for one. How's the mileage.

Adam jumps in the van, quickly starts it up.

LOIS: Where's the candy?
ADAM: There is no candy!
LOIS: What do you mean? It's it's a Goddamn Mini-Mart?!
KIDS: Dad?!

Adam, in a cold sweat, hauls out of the Gas Station, pulls into
traffic, nearly gets hit, slams on the brakes, Lois rockets
FACE-FORWARD into the dashboard.



Fisher and Liz greet their guests.

Moore smokes alone at the bar.

Boyd and Micheal charm a group of OLD LADIES.

Adam arrives with his family, Adam Jr., Timmy and...

Lois sporting a nose cast and two very black eyes.

Boyd and Adam check each other out; hostile and suspicious.

Adam takes Fisher aside.

ADAM: have you thought about what I said?
FISHER: Jesus Adam, can we not get into this now please?
ADAM: I got a migraine like a little monkey kicking in the side of my
skull, Mike Tyson with a fucking sledge hammer trying to crack...
FISHER: (cuts him off) I got you.
ADAM: (dazed) Where's the bathroom?


A large dining room in a Westside restaurant has been taken over by
the wedding party. Seventy-five guests, dressed up, are into the
desserts. The toasts are about halfway over.

MR. FISHER stands in the middle of the room with the large blown-up
pictures of Keith at different stages of his life.

MR. FISHER: (holding picture of Keith, age 4, on a mule) And this is
Keith at age four and his best friend "Bunker the Mule." Evidently,
when they were in camp, Keith and Boyd got into some serious arguments
over exactly who was Keith's best friend - Boyd or the mule.

Mr. Fisher holds up a photo of a young Fisher and young Boyd, both
scrappy and bloodied from a fist fight.

Boyd sits with Moore at a table.

BOYD: Fisher had a less than normal relationship with that Donkey.
FISHER: (seated next to Liz) You always were a jealous man.

Mr. Fisher holds up a picture of Keith, Boyd, Moore and Micheal all in
a Peewee Football uniforms.

MR.FISHER: After camp came football, and for those of you not
following the sports pages back in 1977, you might not remember the
Peewee Powerhouse Oklahoma, who, under the brilliant leadership of
your's truly, rolled to an auspicious league record of 0-12 scoring
exactly zero touchdowns.

TIGHT ON Adam, looking extremely uncomfortable, surrounded by his

MICHEAL: The problem was coaching. Poor leadership.

As the room LAUGHS, Adam becomes visibly upset. Not keeping it

BOYD: The problem was our quarterback had trouble remembering his
right from left...
FISHER: No, the problem, as I recall, was the lack of blocking...

As the guys debate, in front of the room, who's fault Oklahoma's 0-12
season really was.

TIGHT ON Adam. He's had enough, excuses himself from the table.

TIGHT ON Fisher, seeing Adam, he quietly excuses himself.


Adam stands by his car trying to compose himself. Fisher approaches.

FISHER: You all right?
ADAM: I can't fucking breathe. I'm sorry.

Boyd, followed by Micheal exits the restaurant.

BOYD: (approaching) OK. Definitely not cool! Definitely inappropriate
behavior here.
FISHER: Shut up Boyd.
BOYD: Negative. This is not what we have worked out in terms of
presented behavior.
FISHER: He's having a problem here.
MICHEAL: What's the problem Adam?

Moore joins the group.

MOORE: What's the problem?

Al eyes on Adam, who's eyes are starting to tear up.

BOYD: What is your problem?
ADAM: I can't do this.


MOORE: Can't do what?
ADAM: We're gonna get caught. I know we're gonna get caught. They were
eyeballing my car.
BOYD: What?
ADAM: At the seven-eleven.
BOYD: Who? What are you talking about?
ADAM: They're on me. They're smoking me out!
BOYD: (shouts) Nobody's smoking anybody out.
FISHER:                                  MOORE:
      Shut up.                                 Quiet.

Liz is at the door of the restaurant.

LIZ: Keith? Is everything okay, honey?

Fisher bolts over to Liz.

FISHER: Yeah baby. Everything's great.
LIZ: Well, can you come back inside?
FISHER: (not moving) Yeah. Sure.
LIZ: Now?
FISHER: Yeah. Look honey, I'll be right in. I just...we're just taking
care of some Groomsmen last minute business.

Mr. Fisher approaches.

MR. FISHER: Everything okay?
FISHER: Yeah, Dad. It's great.
MR. FISHER: Well, I'm in the middle of my Goddamn toast here.
FISHER: OK, OK. You guys just go back in. Dad, keep going with the
toast, we'll be right in. Go on.

Fisher ushers his father and Liz back inside, then turns, to quickly
head back to the parking lot where things are escalating.


BOYD: (on Adam) You got some mighty fucking fine bad timing Adam. We
got a rehearsal situation here.
ADAM: I don't give a damn.
MICHEAL: About anybody but yourself. You never have.
ADAM: And you're a little fucking reject.
MICHEAL: Eat my ass!

Micheal kicks Adam's minivan

ADAM: Hey!

Micheal kicks it again, harder. Adam shoves him.

ADAM: If you ever touch my minivan again, I'll make you sorry. Real
MICHEAL: You're a loser.
ADAM: You're the loser! A big    MICHEAL: You're the loser! You think
     Black hole sucking up                your shit's so fucking
     Everything you touch!                Righteous! FUCK YOU! You
     YOU MURDERED THAT GIRL!              There with us, boy! Right
     MURDERER! MURDERER!                  There! SIDE BY FUCKING
FISHER: Shut up!
BOYD: Shut your fucking mouths!!!

Boyd and fisher separate the brothers.

ADAM: (freaking) I didn't do anything! I'll turn your pathetic ass in!
BOYD: Adam! Calm down.
ADAM: I won't calm down. I can't do this. We can't do this. It won't
work. It will not work.
BOYD: It has worked.
ADAM: I'm talking about DNA samples, fiber optics, search parties,
they got infrared scanners, FBI scientists. They figure this shit out.
They always figure it out.
BOYD: They won't figure it out.
ADAM: I got children. I've got a life.
MICHEAL: You got a retarded kid and a fat pig wife.
ADAM: You fucking bastard!

Adam attacks Micheal, slashing, biting, mauling, the brother's go down
hard, slugging it out on the ground.


Liz is back at the restaurant door.

LIZ: Keith?!

Fisher bolts over to Liz.

FISHER: Everything's OK. Just some more preparations.
LIZ: Are they fighting?
FISHER: No baby. We'll all be right in.

Fisher pushes her inside and charges back to the...


Fisher helps break the fight. Adam and Micheal try to contain their

BOYD: This is going to stop right now. Right now!
MICHEAL: (seething) You will not screw this up.
ADAM: Don't you threaten me you little rat fuck.
MICHEAL: Don't you fucking threaten me - I'll fucking kill you.
ADAM: Go home!
MICHEAL: You go home!

Boyd pulls Micheal to his car.

BOYD: Why don't you just cool out. Go home and go to sleep.

Boyd opens Micheal's car door, puts him in.

BOYD: Just go home, chill the fuck out. Okay?

Micheal starts his car. Boyd shuts the car door.

BOYD: Just go home.

MICHEAL, eyeballs Adam. Adam eyeballs him right back. Micheal hits the
gas and screeches away.

BOYD: All right. Let's all go back in. Adam? You're cool right?
ADAM: No. I'm not Boyd. I am not cool at all.

Reluctantly, they start back in.

A hundred or so feet away, Micheal's car comes to an abrupt stop. They
all turn. Micheal turns his car around, idles for a moment.


Micheal in a trance, staring at the guys watching him.

MICHEAL: Mr. Fucking Minivan...

He hits the gas.


Wheels spin, rubber burns. The guys watch as Micheal speeds full
throttle, like a battering ram, right at Adam's beloved minivan.


Adam jumps between the minivan and Micheal's car.


Micheal's expression turns to horror. He slams on the brakes, but it's
too late.


Micheal's car crushes Adam like a sandwich meat between his car and
the minivan. Metal, flesh, severed limbs, Adam explodes like a gnat.




Chaos. The room is filled with people from the Rehearsal Dinner.

Black-eyed, nose broken, LOIS sobs, surrounded by her kids and Liz.

Boyd and Fisher talk to the POLICE.

BOYD: It was just a crazy freak accident. He thought the car was in
reverse... He didn't realize.

The COP takes notes.

MICHEAL sits in a corner by himself. Ghost white. Trembling.

COP: Was there some sort of an argument?
FISHER: No. Nothing like that.
COP: We heard there was some arguing going on. Some loud talk.
BOYD: No. No. We were just all outside just talking.
COP: What were you talking about?
BOYD: The wedding. We were talking bout how it was going to be one of
the last times for us to all be together with Fisher not being
COP: A lot of people seem to think there was some hostility out there.
BOYD: (getting righteous) Well I can't really comment on what "a lot
of people" thought. I can only tell you that we had a horrible
accident here and were all feeling extremely traumatized and your
questions are a bit poorly timed. We're in full on grieving mode right
now thank you very much Officer...Randone.
FISHER: Easy Boyd.
BOYD: No easy Boyd! I got a best friend in there in pieces, How about
a little sensitivity?

Boyd storms off, goes and sits with Micheal. Fisher stays with the

COP: That's all I wanted to know.

A DOCTOR appears in the doorway.

DOCTOR: His situation is critical. He's asking to speak to his wife.

SHOTS of the guys eyeing each other nervously as Lois slowly gets up
and follows the Doctor into a treatment room.

The guys move to the door, where they can see Lois, leaning over the
hospital bed, talking to Adam.


Adam hooked up to dozens of wires, etc...

Lois leans over to kiss him. Adam appears to be whispering something
to her.


Watching Adam speak to Lois...Nervous.


Lois has her ear to Adam's mouth. He is clearly speaking to her. Lois
is sobbing when...ALARMS GO OFF IN ADAM'S ROOM.

A MEDICAL TEAM rushes into the room. Adam is a v-tach - Heart's not
beating. The team injects medicine, defribulates. Lois watches in
horror as her husband dies in front of her...Finally a DOCTOR calls
time of death.

Lois collapses on the floor.


The guys have witnessed Adam's death. Micheal turns in horror. Boyd,
Fisher and Moore stare. Liz rushes to Fisher, throws her arms around
him, overcome with grief.


Fisher, Boyd, Moore and Micheal eat eggs.

BOYD: The need to know is clear. What did Adam tell Lois? That's the
name of the game. What did Adam tell Lois? What does Lois know?
MICHEAL: Ball park sausages.
BOYD: You want some breakfast meat. Micheal. Is that what you want?
MICHEAL: (clearly starting to crack) Franco Harris has a flare for the
dramatic. The former Pittsburgh Steeler running back, beat known for
"The Immaculate Reception," his improbable sixty yard Ricochet
Reception. I say Ricochet Reception has made a bold move on corporate
America. (inappropriately loud) Harris has lead a group of investors
in the purchase of the Park Sausage Company. By taking on the
challenge of resurrecting Park's, Harris is engaged in the equivalent
of a sudden death overtime.
BOYD: Easy Micheal.
MICHEAL: (on a roll) He must take an open-field run to profitability
through excessive debt large competitors and dwindling market share.
Before the clock runs out.

CUSTOMERS are starting to pay notice.

MOORE: Shut up Micheal.

All eyes on Micheal. Boyd is immediately up trying to get Micheal out
of the booth. Casually, sweetly...

BOYD: Okay. Time to fly.

Fisher helps Boyd lift Micheal, who is becoming more and more

MICHEAL: I ran down my brother in cold blood. Shame on me! Shame!
Shame! Shame!

WAITRESSES, COOKS and LATE NIGHT DINNERS stare, confused as the
HOWLING Micheal is carried to the door.

MICHEAL: (struggling) Time to pay the man. "For if we confess our sins
he is faithful and just, to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us
from all unrighteousness."

Fisher and Boyd struggle with Micheal.

FISHER: (tipping Waitress) Thank you.

She watches them haul Micheal outside.


Micheal thrashes wildly in the parking lot.


MICHEAL: "Kill one man and you are a murderer! Kill millions and you
are a conqueror - Kill all and you are a God!"

Micheal breaks free, starts running away. Boyd, Moore and Fisher give
chase. Moore dives on Micheal's back. Fisher helps Moore hold Micheal
down while Boyd gets the car.

MICHEAL: (calming down) "The memory of the just is blessed but the
name of the wicked shall rot."

Boyd is there with the car. They load Micheal into the back seat,
climb in and disappear into the night.


Boyd drives, Fisher rides shotgun, Moore's in the back trying to
contain Micheal.

BOYD: You will get yourself together here mister. Are you hearing me?

Micheal, now catatonic, stares out the window.

FISHER: He's cracked up.
BOYD: He is not cracking up.
FISHER: Boyd...What have we done?
BOYD: What did you ask me?
BOYD: What is the question you asked me?
FISHER: I said, what have we done?
BOYD: Yes, you did. Now that is the question! That is exactly the
question we should be asking ourselves. You tell me Fisher. What have
we done?
FISHER: I don't know! I just want to get married.
BOYD: Say it again.
BOYD: What you just said. Say it again.
FISHER: I just want to get married.
BOYD: Exactly! Exactly my point.
MOORE: What's your fucking point?
BOYD: I'm not talking to you?
FISHER: What's your point?
BOYD: You want to know what you are doing here?! You are love pumping.
You are protecting all that is sacred and beautiful and in sync with
poetry and sunsets and little newborn babies. You are walking the
walk. This is it Fisher, the real stuff. You love this woman. Love is
second to nothing. I love you. I love Moore. I love Micheal. This car
is full of love, and nothing - absolutely nothing - supersedes love,
man. Nothing. We will do what it takes. Whatever it takes.

Boyd takes Fisher's head in his hands and kisses him deeply on the

BOYD: Love does not lose.

TIGHT ON Fisher, speechless.




A Jewish ceremony. A hundred or so guests. A RABBI conducts the
service. Lois sits in shock flanked by her boys.

Micheal, Fisher, Boyd and Moore stand in positions of honor up front.
They're all eyeing each other.

Micheal starts emitting deep, uncontrollable, highly inappropriate

BOYD: Easy Micheal.

Micheal can't control himself as his body starts to seize and tremble.
Moore and Boys attempt to stabilize Micheal who breaks away, charges
over to Lois and buries his head in her lap sobbing deeply. Everyone
is stunned but the Rabbi Continues.


Liz and Fisher.

LIZ: (hysterical) Cancel?! Cancel?! Are you out of your fucking mind?!
FISHER: Nobody's saying cancel. I'm talking about modifying.
LIZ: No way.
FISHER: Can we just talk this out?
LIZ: Talk what out? We are locked and loaded here. We are
non-refundable. I've got relatives on the airport right now! I've

The phone RINGS. Fisher freezes.

LIZ: Answer it!

Fisher picks up the phone.

FISHER: Hello?


Lois on the phone, near hysteria.

LOIS: Keith. It's Lois. I just found a note up in Adam's study. It's
some kind of crazy confession about killing a stripper and cutting up
bodies and...



FISHER: (explaining) ...burying them outside of Vegas, about Boyd
being the ring leader... She wants to know what the hell is going on
and I'm starting to freak out here.

Boyd, Moore and Micheal, looking particularly traumatized, are seated
at a booth with Fisher.

MICHEAL: We're goosed.
BOYD: We're not goosed.
MOORE: What's goosed?
BOYD: What is her disposition?
FISHER: Regarding what?
BOYD: Does she sound pissed, scared, hostile? Did she mention the
FSIHER: No, but she's definitely pissed and hostile . And she's
clearly starting to think that's something's not right.

Micheal starts sobbing uncontrollably.

MICHEAL: We're goosed! Goosed by God!
BOYD: Micheal get a grip. (to Fisher) What did you tell her?
FISHER: I told her that I have no idea what Adam was talking about in
that letter.
MOORE: Did she believe you?
FISHER: I have no idea.
MOORE: You can tell when people believe you. It's obvious.
FISHER: Well I don't have that skill and if I had to guess I would say
that in no way did she believe me.
MICHEAL: (screaming) Goosed!
BOYD: Stop it!
MICHEAL: Goosed!

People are staring.

BOYD: Stop.
MICHEAL: Goosed@
BOYD: (to Moore) Give me the Valium.
MOORE: He just had two.
BOYD: Give me two more.

Moore counts out two Valium, hands them to Boyd as micheal continues
to freak.

BOYD: (to Micheal) open sesame.

Micheal complies like a puppy.

FISHER: Jesus Boyd you're going to O.D. him.
BOYD: Suck my ass.


TIGHT ON Lois, busted nose, eyes black.

LOIS: I never liked you Boyd. You're a snaky little fuck. Always have

WIDE ON the guys, seated around a little breakfast table. Micheal's in
a Valium stupor.

BOYD: What are you talking about?
LOIS: Don't sweet lip me.
BOYD: I don't understand where this personal attack is coming from...
LOIS: You're a liar. I want to know what happened in Vegas.
BOYD: Nothing happened in Vegas.
LOIS: I don't want to hear it from the liar. Stick a plug in it Boyd.
Fisher? What happened in Vegas?
FISHER: (beat) Nothing happened in Vegas.
LOIS: (not buying it) Moore?
MOORE: (sheepish) Nothing happened.

Micheal starts back in with the power sobbing. All eyes are on him.
Guilty, uncomfortable silence. Micheal's coming unglued.

LOIS: Micheal? Do you have something to tell me?
BOYD: Micheal. Tell Lois that nothing...
LOIS: Shut up Bpyd! Micheal?

All eyes on Micheal.

MICHEAL: (quiet) Goosed.

Fisher struggles to breathe. Boyd tenses up.

LOIS: What?
MICHEAL: Lois we were bad, we were very, very bad.
BOYD: He's upset about Adam. We're all upset.
LOIS: I will call the police right now if I don't start getting some
BOYD: Lois please.

She heads for the phone.

LOIS: Fuck you Boyd.

The guys are freaking as she picks up the phone. Boyd looks at the
kitchen knives. Fisher sees him, intervenes quickly...

FISHER: Okay.'s the deal. (beat) Adam was with a
prostitute in Las Vegas.

Lois freezes, puts down the phone. Boyd and Moore look stunned at
Fisher - good lie.

LOIS: What?
FISHER: I'm sorry he was unfaithful to you.
BOYD: And it wasn't the first time...He had a thing about prostitutes.

Fisher gives Boyd a look. Lois starts to choke up.

LOIS: (crushed) My Adam?

Lois crumbles before their eyes.

BOYD: We're sorry.

Lois starts sobbing. Micheal joins in. Adam Jr. and Timmy appear in
the door, in their pajamas, awakened by the noise. Seeing their mother
in tears, they start to sob. The room is filled with anguished tears.
Boyd give Lois a glass of water and a Valium.


Fisher and Moore load Micheal into the car. Boyd leans into the back
window. Adam Jr. and Timmy are in the backseat, still in their P.J.'s.

BOYD: Mommy just needs a little time out. Everything's gonna be okay.
Okay? (the boys don't answer) Okay.

Fisher starts to get in the car, Boyd pulls him aside, very wound up.

BOYD: After you drop the kids off, take Micheal home. Put a few drinks
in him so he'll sleep.
FISHER: I don't think that's such a good idea.
BOYD: Just do it.
FISHER: What are you going to do?
BOYD: Take care of business.
FISHER: (accusing) What does that mean?
BOYD: And what does that mean? (off no response) Are you insane?!
(whispers) you think I would hurt Lois?! She's the mother of those
kids! What is wrong with you?
FISHER: I don't know...
BOYD: You got a nasty side to your thought process.



TIGHT ON Fisher.

FISHER: I'm sorry.'s just for tonight.

Liz is in her robe, none to pleases. Adam Jr. and Timmy sit in the
b.g. at the kitchen table eating cookies and milk.

FISHER: Lois is a mess and Micheal's really upset. Everyone's upset.
LIZ: We're not canceling.
FISHER: I know.
LIZ: I won't even discuss it.
FISHER: No one's discussing it. I'm just gonna run Micheal home. I'll
be right back.
LIZ: I need you to pick up the cake tomorrow.
FISHER: Don't we already have someone to do that for us?
LIZ: Yeah. You.
FISHER: Okay. Okay.

Fisher kisses Liz and goes.

90	INT. BAR		90

Dark, smoky, MUSIC. Micheal, Fisher and Moore sit in a corner booth.

MICHEAL: (finger in his ear) Do you hear buzzing fish?
FISHER: Buzzing?
MICHEAL: Yeah. I got some kind of buzzing. Like a zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
thing just chipping away in the back of my skull.
FISHER: I don't hear it.
MICHEAL: Yeah, well, it's a nasty problem.
FISHER: Have another drink.


TRACKING SHOT down hallway into bedroom where Lois sleeps peacefully.

92	INT. BAR - NIGHT		92

Fisher and Micheal. Moore, drinking, just listening.

MICHEAL: Dad used to bring home these sparklers to me and Adam. Out
back we'd light 'em up. The three of us. We'd hold 'em up to the sky
and watch the explosions of light. Sparks. And dad would be all..."Get
ready"..."watch for it"..."here it comes," here comes the "wahoo"
FISHER: The wahoo?
MICHEAL: The sparkler would burn hot, then hotter, then even
hotter...and there would be one moment of pure burn when that little
fucker would cook just perfect. Perfect. It would only last a second,
but that second was it. It was it. That's what dad had us looking
for...You get me?
FISHER: The wahoo moment?
MICHEAL: That's my point! You see Man...burning at his absolute. To
see all the forces just come together, just right, you know, just in
perfect harmony. That's what I'm driving at. You get me?
FISHER: I think so.
MICHEAL: I've been looking for that flash and I look and I look and I
can't find it. And what if I already had it? You know. My moment? What
if it's gone? And I never saw it? (finishes drink) You're getting
married, man. That's a fucking beautiful thing. Just a beautiful
thing. I just can't stop breaking beautiful things.


Lois' bedroom. As Lois sleeps, Boyd softly enters the room. Moving in
on the sleeping Lois, another couple of steps, he looms over her,
reaches his hand to her throat when, suddenly, Lois' eyes snap open.
Boyd is startled. Lois grabs mace from her night stand and sprays Boyd
in the face. He MOANS, stumbles back. Lois leaps on him like a shark
slamming a side of beef.

They go down hard on the floor and start fighting like wild animals.

LOIS: You picked the wrong woman mother-fucker!

As Lois sinks her teeth into Boyd's balls.


MICHEAL: You see for me it's over. Over baby. I'm gonna turn myself
in. After the wedding of course. After the wedding. Out of respect.
MOORE: I don't think that's a good idea.
MICHEAL: I said out of respect. Respect for you Fisher. For you and
your wedding and your beautiful bride. There will be no more rain. You
see where I am here?
FISHER: I appreciate it. I do, but...Maybe you ought to just ease up
om yourself a bit.
MICHEAL: No. No. No. This is my doing. You see I'm gonna have my wahoo
spark for my own. For Lois and the kids, for my brother, for Franco.
I'm gonna turn myself in. I am all that. I'm gonna do it for sweet


Boyd and Lois are choking the living shit out of each other. Boyd
pulls back, swings with a left, Lois ducks, she swings, a right cross
to Boyds eye. He goes down. She jumps on him. Choking him like a mad
dog. As Boyd struggles for air...

96	THE BAR		96

Fisher checks his watch as Micheal fumbles with his eighth shot of
Yukon Jack.

MICHEAL: If I was to think...If I were to think...No I mean I have
thinked it over...I have. And without putting a lot of pressure on you
I just...Well I just...
FISHER: What is it?
MICHEAL: (drunk-slow) Well if you do think about names...Micheal's a
pretty good one...It's done me all right.

Micheal's eyes bore into Fisher, like he knows something Fisher
doesn't. Fisher's cell phone RINGS.

FISHER: (answers) Yeah.


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.


FISHER: What does that mean?

Micheal stares at Fisher.

BOYD: I'm talking about Lois having relaxed her anxiety. Only deal still got Micheal there?
BOYD: Good deal. Lois just wants to hear it from Micheal.
FISHER: Hear what?
BOYD: That it was all an accident. She wants to here it from Micheal's

Micheal 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 hear...let's get this over with.


Fisher's car pulls up. Boyd is waiting outside. He opens the back
door. Micheal is drunk in the back. Fisher and Moore are up front.

BOYD: Okay Micheal, let's go. (helps him out) Upsy daisy big guy.
MICHEAL: (hammered) How about my Fatburger?
BOYD: Come on tough guy. Listen to me. (takes Micheals face in his
hands) You are going to tell Lois that it was all an accident. Okay
cowboy? You got me?
MICHEAL: 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 Micheal into the house.

100	INT. CAR		100

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,

Boyd comes jogging out the front door, hops in the back seat. Fisher
and Moore tur, eyes wide.

BOYD: Micheal was having an affair with Lois. That's what Micheal and
Adam were arguing about in the parking lot. Micheal killed Adam in a
jealous rage. Lois broke it off with Micheal, 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 fucking Comanche.

ON Fisher and Moore in stunned horror...

101	INT. LAW FIRM		101

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.


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

LIZ: My god.
BARRY MORRIS: There's more.
BARRY MORRIS: Adam and Lois were not terribly prudent in terms of
providing for the possibility of the unforseen.
FISHER: What are you talking about?
BARRY MORRIS: I'm talking about Life insurance. I'm talking about
LIZ: Money?
BARRY MORRIS: Yes money. Adam had a five hundred dollar Term Life
Insurance Policy.


LIZ: What does that mean?
FISHER: That means we get five hundred thousand to help raise the
LIZ: (amazed) No.
BARRY MORRIS: Actually, no. Adam was switching to a Whole Life Policy,
but re-scheduled his medical exam...and failed to make his last 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, the neighborhood of, ah...14,223

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

BARRY MORRIS: (breaking the tension) So. When is the wedding.
LIZ: Tomorrow (at Fisher) We are getting married tomorrow.

102	INT. CAR		102

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.

103	EXT. FISHER'S CAR		103

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. Micheal
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 fucked a prostitute?
FISHER: No Micheal did. It was an accident.
LIZ: You killed a prostitute.
FISHER: Micheal, 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's all...
LIZ: Stop! You stop right here. I don't want to know anymore. I told
you not to do this Bachelor Party thing. You were warned.
FISHER: But...
LIZ: No buts. I told you your friends were Jackasses.
FISHER: But...
LIZ: No buts. I've waited twenty-seven years, twenty-seven years I
have focused and prepared to walk down that aisle. I will not be
derailed! I will not be embarrassed! I will not be denied! I am
walking down that aisle tomorrow come hell or high fucking water!

Liz marches back to the car, gets in and slams the door. Fisher just
stares in shock.


It's pouring rain outside.

Shots of guests dashing from their cars to the church.

Fisher's parents with Adam Jr. and Timmy, looking overwhelmed.

Upstairs: Liz and her Bridesmaids help Liz get dressed. Everyone looks


Fisher and Moore in tuxedos. Boyd enters, shuts the door. Fisher looks

BOYD: Okay, we're about two minutes out. Moore, better take your

Moore looks at Fisher.

BOYD: Chop chop.

Moore goes. A long tense BEAT between Fisher and Boyd.

BOYD: This is a situation that defies judgement. We have acted and
showed courage that is not of a kind known by most.
FISHER: I'm getting really tired of your bullshit.
BOYD: My what?
FISHER: You've got a warped thought process. Your brain doesn't
function properly.
BOYD: You care to add a little specification to that slanderous
FISHER: (snaps) I'm talking about some bad, bad, very bad things. Bad
things! Those are bad fucking things!
BOYD: Okay fine.
FISHER: Fine? Fine what?
BOYD: Whatever you say Kojak.
FISHER: I'm serious.
BOYD: I'm serious. I'm the serious one here. I'm the one making the
play. I'm the Indian Runner. And I want my money.

106	INT. CHURCH		106

The organ is playing. The guests are seated. Liz and her father are
waiting in the front hall.

LIZ: I told Boyd two fucking minutes!


FISHER: What money?
BOYD: Blood money. Insurance dollars that you have thus fucking far
decided not to tell me about at all. In no way have you mentioned that
money. And I find that to be very very offensive.
FISHER: You're sick.
BOYD: (veins pulsing) And if you think you can fuck me, don't. Cause
I'm fucking insulated Fisher. Protected. Backed up on floppy. Do you
get me? I want my fucking money!
FISHER: Not a prayer.
BOYD: I'm a lifesaver. A lighthouse. Up all night in the rain, in
stormy gale force wind, tornado and fucking earthquakes. I stay lit
for you. I stay lit. I don't go dark. I never go dark!
FISHER: You need help.

Fisher turns away. BOYD combusts. He leaps on Fisher with a wild cry.

BOYD: I want that money!

Boyd and fisher fight like animals; choking, pounding, mauling, a
fight to the death. Fisher is losing, Boyd is choking the life out of
him, killing him. Fisher is going down, eyes rolling back, he's dying,

CRASH. Boyd's head is caved in from behind. REVEAL Liz wielding a big,
heavy crucifix. Boyd slumps to the ground. Fisher gasps for air. Boyd
stirs. Liz beats him repeatedly with the crucifix until he's dead as a
door knob. Fisher is stunned. Liz tosses the cross. Miraculously, only
one perfect droplet of blood has gotten on her wedding dress. She
flicks it off with her finger.

LIZ: (composing herself) Here comes the bride.

Liz gathers up her train and marches out. Fisher looks at Boyd, a
bloody dead mess.

108	THE WEDDING		108

Fisher joins Moore at the alter. JUDGE TOWER smiles warmly at Fisher.

MOORE: Where's Boyd?
FISHER: (whispers) Downstairs in the closet.

Before Moore can ask, the ORGAN begins playing the WEDDING MARCH. Liz
starts down the aisle, escorted by her father, She smiles radiantly.

Liz's father kisses her and gives her to Fisher. They stand before the
Judge who starts talking. TIGHT ON Fisher. His head pounding. He hears
none of what the Judge says until...

JUFGE TOWER: May we have the rings please?
JUDGE TOWER: The rings?

Fisher looks at moore.


Moore opens the closet. Boyd falls out.

110	INT. CHURCH		110

Everyone waits patiently. Fisher is sweating. He looks at Liz who
stares straight ahead.

Moore rolls Boyd over, checks every pocket, trying not to get blood on

112	INT. CHURCH		112

Moore returns.

MOORE: Got 'em.

He hands the rings to the Judge, at which time, he, she, Fisher and
Liz all see blood on his white shirt cuff. The Judge looks at Moore.
He pulls his jacket sleeve down.

JUDGE TOWER: (continues) These rings represent the commitment Fisher
and Liz make to each other on the day. Fisher do you take Liz to be
your beloved wife, to respect, honor and cherish till death do you

Liz slides the ring on Fisher's finger.

JUDGE TOWER: Liz do you take Fisher to be your beloved husband, to
respect, honor and cherish him till death do you part?
LIZ: I do.

Fisher slides the ring on Liz's finger.

JUDGE TOWER: I now pronounce you husband and wife.

Fisher kisses Liz. They turn to face their guests who applaud. Liz
cries tears of joy.


Liz drinks champagne and talks with her guests.

114	EXT. CHURCH - REAR		114

Fisher and Moore load Boyd's body in the trunk of Fisher's car.

MOORE: He cam to me early today, was talking about money, insurance
money. Said he was gonna get what was his.
FISHER: My God...
MOORE: he said he was the Brain Trust. Said he was smarter than all of
us. He started reading "Atlas Shrugged," staring at himself in the
FISHER: Did he try to kiss you?
MOORE: All week long.

Fisher slams the trunk closed.


Only a few guests remain. Fisher's parents watch the boys. The
caterers are cleaning up. Fisher and Liz sit alone.

FISHER: He kept saying he was protected.
LIZ: What does that mean?
FISHER: Like if something happened to him, he could still get us.
LIZ: Like how?
FISHER: I don't know. He could have told someone. He could have, like
in the event of his death, somehow let someone know where those bodies
are buried.
LIZ: The only proof is those bodies.
FISHER: So what do we do?
LIZ: Move the bodies.
FISHER: Move the bodies?
OLD MAN (O.C.): Excuse us?

Fisher and Liz look up at a sweet OLD COUPLE, who talk at the same
time, oblivious to each other.

OLD MAN:                      OLD WOMAN:
We just wanted to say         We're your Uncle Henry's
Congratulations and wish      parents. Opal and Earl.
You great happiness.          Tell them from both of us.
Mazeltov. I just did.         Malzeltov. Wish them luck.
I said Malzeltov. You         The secret to a good
Never listen to me.           Marriage is to listen.

LIZ: (cheerleader smile) Thank you. Thank you. We will. Bye bye.

The Old Couple shuffles away. Fisher watches them go, he suddenly
breaks down, crying...

FISHER: I...Liz...all I ever wanted, was for you to be happy. I just
wanted to give you the wedding, the life you always dreamed
of...(sobs) ...I just love you so much...So much...
LIZ: (beat; unmoved) You and Moore move the bodies and bury Boyd with
them. In fact, put Moore in the ground too.
LIZ: If you don't tie up all the lose ends it'll never be over.
FISHER: (horrified) No...
LIZ: You put him down or don't bother coming back.
FISHER: But...
LIZ: Do you love me? DO YOU LOVE ME?!

OFF Fisher...


Fisher's car blasts past a road sign reading, "Las Vegas, 358 miles."

117	INT. FISHER'S CAR		117

Fisher drives, Moore's in the passenger seat. They're still in their
tuxedos. Extreme silence. Fisher, almost in a trance.

MOORE: You alright?
FISHER: Yeah. I'm thinking about Micheal's Franco Harris fixation. You
know how Micheal was always harping "Immaculate Reception?" I've seen
that play. A lot of times...and I have to say this...Franco was lucky.
Flat out, right place, right time. That's it. He was where the ball
bounced. You get me?
MOORE: I guess.
FISHER: I'm saying it's luck. All luck. You work your entire life, all
the training, focus, all the dedication, all irrelevant. Where does
the ball bounce? My father spent his whole life trying to start a
company, practiced every day, worked like a dog, finally got enough
money. He's paid the dues, he's ready, does all the market research,
picks his shot - "Pup Corn."
MOORE: Pup corn?
FISHER: That's right, "Pup Corn." Doggie treats. Little snacks for
dogs. He's figured it out. There is a hole in the market and he's
going to fill it. Spends all out money, works himself into not two but
three heart attacks getting this shit up. After fifteen months, the
big day arrives, the first box of "Pup Corn" pops off the belt. He
comes running home with that box, pulls us out of school. We all pile
into the living room, must be fifty of us, and in comes "Shelmer," our
8 year old mutt. "Here Shelmer," my dad cries. He's got that little
fucking pup corn in his hand, "Here girl." This dog will eat anything,
she eats rocks, anything. She walk's up to my dad's hand, looks down
at the little pellet, licks it once, turns around, walks out of the
room. Shelmer rejected the "Pup Corn." Fifteen months of my dad's
life, right there. Not one dog ate Pup Corn. Not one. Three months
later, "Pup Corn" shuts down. Chapter Eleven. My father never got over
it. Never.

SILENCE hangs again.


Fisher and Moore search for the graves of Tina and Ralph with
flashlights and shovels.

FISHER: I think it was over here.

They move into a new area and start poking around. Nothing.

MOORE: It was over by those rocks.

Again they search, prodding into earth with their shovels. Nothing.

Fisher stops digging, tired, he pauses, shines his light around

FISHER: There.
MOORE: Where?

Fisher moves to a new spot.

FISHER: There. This rock is where I stood when I said the prayer.

He starts digging in front of the rock. The earth is soft.

FISHER: Bingo.

Moore and Fisher quickly start to dig, until, finally, Moore's shovel
makes contact.

MOORE: Got it.

And they dig some more.


119 	MOORE		   119

in the hole, passing the suitcases up to Fisher.

120	FISHER		120

loads the cases into the car.


the suitcases are unloaded. Fisher and Moore dig a new grave. Moore's
back is to Fisher as he digs.

MOORE: I've been thinking about what you said that day. The prayer.
About using this whole mess to bring out the good in me...

Fisher is directly above Moore, holding the shovel, looking down at
the back of Moore's head.

MOORE: I think there's a lot of truth in that. I'm gonna pursue some
options. I want to join that Big Brother thing.
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.


122	THE GRAVE - LATER		122

The cases are in the hole with Boyd's body. As Fisher and Moore
re-fill the grave with dirt we...



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

MOORE: Well that ought to be about the end of that.

TIGHT ON Fisher, staring deep into the road, a faint smile creeps on
to his face...


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.



125	FISHER		125

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...

126	HIGHWAY		126

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.


We hear the sounds of SCRUBBING.



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.


128	EXT. BACK YARD  		128

FISHER: Okay let's try it again.

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

TIMMY:                            ADAM JR.:
A scout is thrifty, saves         A scout is brave. A scout
For the future. A scout is        can face danger, even if
Clean, he keeps his body...       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 helpa t
all. Timmy suddenly snaps.

TIMMY: (to Adam Jr.) Shut up! Shut the fuck up!
FISHER: It's okay, it's okay.


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

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


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, Lis WAILS. Fisher looks up at the
window...LONG BEAT...

FISHER (cont'd): (to the boys) Okay, let's skip to the Scout's Oath...

ADAM JR. & TIMMY: On my honor, I will do my best...

The boys recite the "Scout's Oath" as Liz's deep, heaving, wailing
SOBS grow in intensity O.C.

ADAM JR. & TIMMY: do my duty to God and my country...To obey the
Scout Law, to help other people at all times...

SLOWLY PULL OFF Fisher, Moore and the kids...

ADAM JR. & TIMMY: To keep myself physically strong, mentally awake,
and morally straight.

CRANE UP, past Liz at the window, out of the yard, over the house,
WIDER to reveal the surrounding track-like homes, housing track-like
families, with track-like nightmares as Liz's plaintiff wails echo the
communal despair of the human village.


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