"VERY BAD THINGS" by Peter Berg September 2, 1997 FADE IN: TITLE SEQUENCE THE DEAD OF NIGHT 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... INT. CAR 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. FISHER Yup. SILENCE. PUSH IN ON Fisher... ANNOUNCER (V.O.) "The Oakland Raiders have taken a 7 - 6 lead in a, tough, football game and this crowd is standing..." FISHER'S VISION - GRAINY - OUT OF THE PAST THREE RIVER STADIUM - DECEMBER 23RD, 1972 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..." INT. CAR - FISHER transfixed... 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 collision!..." 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!" FISHER - DRIVING ANNOUNCER (V.O.) Franco Harris running for the end zone, all but home..." Oncoming headlights illuminate Fisher's face... END TITLES. FADE TO BLACK: FADE IN ON: INT. LOS ANGELES CITY HALL - MARRIAGE LICENSE DEPT. - DAY 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 license. 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 checks? 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? FISHER Yup. LIZ Caterer? FISHER Yes. 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. FISHER What? LIZ Don't you put this on me. Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it, don't... 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 wedding. 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. EXT. SANTA MONICA 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 (back into phone) So it's five guys, Hard Rock 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 David Boyd, nice to meet you. FISHER AND LIZ IN LINE LIZ Why do you feel the need to explore this side of your personality? 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. Growning. 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. TIGHT ON - CHARLES MOORE 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 AND LIZ STILL IN LINE 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 them. 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 body. 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. EXT. GOVERNMENT BUILDING 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. INT. A LARGE MONEY MANAGEMENT FIRM 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... MICHAEL BRENN, short, compact, with a severe personality disorder, masquerading as semi-appropriate behavior. MICHAEL That's just insecurity. FISHER I don't know. She's really been stressing out. MICHAEL Just insecurity. Nut crunching gut splinters. FISHER What does that mean? MICHAEL It means she's insecure. FISHER About what? Michael's phone rings. MICHAEL (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. MICHAEL Same alarm clock every morning, same two pops on the same snooze button... (PHONE RINGS; picks up) Michael 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. MICHAEL You're not breathing right? FISHER Lately I'll just start getting lightheaded, dizzy, and I realize I haven't breathed in like two minutes. ADAM BRENN, Michael's older brother, mid-30's, a bit soft in the belly, approaches, more or less in charge. ADAM (to Michael) We're leaving from my house in three hours. If you want to come, get your numbers in order by then. MICHAEL First of all... ADAM (cuts him off) No first of all. I'm not in a game mood. MICHAEL You're interrupting a personal conversation. ADAM (to Fisher) Sorry Fish. FISHER We'll be ready Adam. ADAM I know you'll be. (to Michael) Three hours. Adam goes. MICHAEL I don't care for him. FISHER He's your brother. MICHAEL So? Fisher's phone RINGS. FISHER (pick's up) Keith Fisher. INT. KITCHEN Liz sits at the kitchen table, in a mild panic. LIZ (into phone) We've got problems here. FISHER Problems? INTERCUT Liz and Fisher. LIZ Seating problems. FISHER Okay. LIZ Keith do not trivialize this. FISHER I'm not. What's the problem? LIZ We're supposed to have gold-trimmed padded seats, now they're telling me that there was a mistake and we can't have padded. FISHER What kind of seats can we have? LIZ Not padded ones. FISHER So what do we do? LIZ You go down there. FISHER Go down where? LIZ Go down to the seat place and straighten this out. FISHER Honey I don't have the time... LIZ I need your help. FISHER We're leaving in three hours. LIZ (starts to cry) I need your help. FISHER I'll call them from the road. LIZ Do you love me? FISHER More than I ever imagined being able to love anyone ever. LIZ Take care of those chairs. FISHER We're leaving from Adam's. Come send me off. LIZ Maybe. EXT. ADAM'S HOUSE - SANTA MONICA BOYD, MOORE, FISHER in the middle, MICHAEL and his older brother, ADAM, all in suits pose in front of Adam's brand new, state of the art, Chevy Minivan while Adam's very aggressive wife, LOIS, mired in domestic resentment, focuses her camera. LOIS Notice how clean and well-behaved they all appear, respectable members of modern society. Timmy, Adam Jr., take a good look at this... Adam's and Lois' kids, Timmy, 8, and Adam Jr., 10, watch with Liz. (Adam Jr., in leg braces and crutches, suffers from muscular dystrophy) LOIS ...We will compare these before photos with whatever form of degeneration presented to us in 24 hours, no matter how low, how vile... LIZ ...embarrassing, shameful... LOIS ...regression of Modern Man to his most primitive, ape-like state... LIZ The stone age. 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. EXT. HWY - SERIES OF SHOTS - DAY 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." INT. MINIVAN - LATER BOYD You're a fucking moron. MICHAEL 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. MICHAEL 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. MICHAEL Boyd brought up divorce statistics. BOYD The hell I did! MICHAEL The hell you didn't! BOYD The hell I did! MICHAEL 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. MICHAEL You're an asshole Adam. ADAM You're an asshole. MICHAEL Oh, and why am I an asshole? ADAM Multiple reasons. MICHAEL Name one. ADAM I don't have to... FISHER SHUT UP! DEAD SILENCE. As they ride through the lifeless desert, Fisher dials his cell phone. FISHER (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 change. 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? MICHAEL 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... ADAM SHUT UP! MICHAEL NO! BOYD What is wrong with you people? I'm a helper here. MOORE Your investment ideas never work out. BOYD That's the whole point. They rarely work out. But on occasion they do. And when they do, they do big. MICHAEL Your ideas never work out. BOYD Oh really? Starbucks? ADAM That's one idea. FISHER (into phone) No... we want padded chairs... okay? BOYD One idea that if you had 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. MOORE I don't think so Boyd. BOYD Fine. Don't come crying to Boyd. No sir. He turns away from the guys and stares out the window. FISHER (O.S.) Yes, I was holding for Tony in chairs. I have a chair problem. No, I'm not Tony, I need to speak to Tony. EXT. DESERT The minivan cruises through Death Valley in route to Vegas. EXT. RED ROCK NAT'L PARK - CANYON - MAGIC HOUR North of Vegas. The minivan is parked high on a cliff overlooking the city. A couple of Tequila bottles on ice, a case of Heineken. The boys are arming up. ADAM All the bullshit aside Fish, we've been coming up here for what, eight years? Boyd, carving a branch with his boy scout knife... BOYD More. ADAM Over eight years of some of the hardest raging experiences of my life. MOORE Good times. MICHAEL Drum banging real times. FISHER Real times. ADAM They've all been real times. And as you prepare to enter into a new phase of life, as you prepare for new roles; father, husband, teacher, you will, as I have, come to except the letting go of of old ways. Soon, the mellowing will begin... BOYD But not tonight. MOORE Not tonight. ADAM Tonight we return once again to the cave. Tonight we let the monsters out. We fill ourselves with the spirits of Genghis Kahn, Joe Namath, JFK, Paton, Lombardi, Hemingway... MICHAEL (screaming) Franco mother-fucking Harris! MOORE Keith Richards, Dean Martin... BOYD Jack Kerouback, Herman Melville, Henry Miller and Hunter S. Thompson. I dedicate this evening to fear and to major loathing. So from sun set to sun rise, let me be heard... Boyd holds the bottle above his head as the guys raise their glasses in a toast. ALL He who acts the beast, rids himself of the pain of being a man! The guys smash the bottles together in an explosion of glass and the golden Tequila. INT. CASINO - GAMBLING MONTAGE Improvised DIALOGUE. CARDS fly. CASH and CHIPS PLAY FISHER on cell phone calls about the chairs again. TEQUILA POURS. Shot after shot after shot after shot. MICHAEL throws back a shot, falls off his stool. CASINO PHONE BOOTH Fisher sneaks a call to liz. LIZ (V.O.) Hello. FISHER Hi. INT. DEN - LIZ'S AND FISHER'S APARTMENT Liz is making place cards, "I Love Lucy" is on the TV. LIZ Hi. (teasing) Are you calling from jail? FISHER (V.O.) Not yet. LIZ Well, the night is young. Did you straighten out the chair situation? 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... CASINO Fisher hangs up, a "crazy about the girl" smile on his face. INT. FISHER'S SPLIT-LEVEL HOTEL SUITE - NIGHT The MUSIC is LOUD. The boys are super drunk in the swank bachelor party suite. MOORE stagger-dances on a table. BOYD AND MICHAEL stand at the wet-bar. BOYD I don't hate women. MICHAEL You hate women. BOYD False. MICHAEL True. BOYD Not true. MICHAEL 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. MICHAEL And what happens when you can't? BOYD (swigs whiskey; looks up) New king. EXT. BALCONY 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? MICHAEL AND BOYD AT THE BAR 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? MICHAEL Israel doesn't have a King. BOYD Then what do they have? MICHAEL 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. MICHAEL 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? MICHAEL 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. MICHAEL What? What's your point? BOYD Take Mexico. MICHAEL What? 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 Mexico. ANGLE ON MOORE crazed with the rhythm of the "Chemical Brothers," jumps up and down on the table. ON BALCONY 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. MOORE On the coffee table, dances the beasty dance. THE BAR BOYD The Mexicans would love it. They're dying for a little order down there. They need direction. MICHAEL 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? The DOOR BELL RINGS. BALCONY 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. HOTEL SUITE Boyd introduces TINA, a devastatingly sexy Asian girl, to all the boys. BOYD Gentlemen, this is Tina. The guys, wasted, attempt to greet Tina. TINA Who's the lucky groom? The guys point at Fisher, roaring. Tina presses her lips to Fisher's ear. TINA 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. Michael tokes a joint. MICHAEL God, I love women. TINA'S DANCE MONTAGE SERIES OF SHOTS: TINA dances, slowly peeling off her clothes. The guys are into it. Michael 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... Michael is mesmerized... Tina grinds on Fisher's lap, touching her nipples... Michael's going crazy... He tries to touch her, she slaps his hand away... Fisher can't take it anymore... Tina relents... moves on... Michael reaches for her leg like a dog in heat. She passes over him, teasing, tormenting him, and settles onto Adam's lap. The guys roar in approval... Michael glowers... Adam turns bright red as Tina arouses and rides him... Michael 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... Michael 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. MICHAEL (jumps up) I'll take a ride. FISHER Go for it. MICHAEL (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: Michael) With him. (beat) Lucky me. Michael moves in on Tina. Hesitantly, she leads him into the master bedroom. MOORE She's fucking hot! ADAM I need a drink. BOYD Tequila... Boyd reaches for the bottle as the beat goes on. HOTEL SUIT - MONTAGE 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 MICHAEL is fucking the hell out of Tina in the bathroom. SERIES OF SHOTS: MASTER BATHROOM: Michael works Tina from behind. SUITE: 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 furniture. BATHROOM: Michael, tightly, ties Tina's hands behind her back with her rubber hose. TINA Oh come on. MICHAEL I want to play. TINA It's gonna cost extra. MICHAEL I will pay. SUITE: Fisher spraying beer all over Adam and Boyd as they knock a table over and end up tangled and brawling on the floor. BATHROOM: Michael screwing the hell out of Tina. TINA Easy baby, easy. SLOW MOTION INTERCUT: SUITE: Moore wildly leaps from the couch to the chair, to another chair, back to the couch... BATHROOM: Michael 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... SUITE: Moore jumps, misses the chair, falling down on the glass coffee table, GLASS EXPLODES... BATHROOM: Tina falls, Michael reaches too late, she can't break her fall with her hands tied behind her... she's going down... SUITE: Moore falls through the shattered glass, to the floor... BATHROOM: Tina hits her head hard on the porcelain toilet... SUITE: Fisher, Adam, and Boyd stop brawling, stare down at Moore covered in glass. 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. at... MICHAEL Standing in the door, face ghost white, blood dripping from his fingers... MICHAEL I really fucked up. INT. BATHROOM The guys rush in. Stop dead in their tracks. TINA 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. MICHAEL (in shock) I was just playing... we were playing just playing around. 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... MICHAEL We were playing... she slipped... she hit her head. ADAM (incredulous) Playing? SUITE 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, Jesus... call the police. BOYD No. FISHER She's dead. Call somebody! BOYD Shut up. FISHER Call 911. BOYD Shut up. MICHAEL She slipped. ADAM (attacking Michael) What did you do? MICHAEL (defensive) You never heard of accidents?! Get off me! Adam slaps Michael. Moore tries to break it up. BOYD Everybody shut up. LISTEN TO ME! SILENCE. BOYD Listen to me. Please. Everybody just calm down a bit here. Okay... First... are we sure she's dead? ADAM Her head's bashed in and her heart isn't beating. MOORE She's dead. MICHAEL It was an accident! BOYD Are you sure this was an accident? ADAM You're a lying deviant. What did you do?! MICHAEL The floor was wet. She slipped! ADAM Why was the floor wet? MICHAEL I don't know why the floor was wet! ADAM Why?! Fisher wanders back to the bathroom door where Moore is; they stare down 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. ADAM 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 (enraged) 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, Michael... (to Adam) Your brother... got 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 Michael here... just Michael... ADAM You don't play games with Homicide police. There are no options here. There is not the luxury of worrying about how the fallout will settle. BOYD I've known him for while maybe twenty years kind of a close friend but hey what the heck officer, take him 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 options??? 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 woman. 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 gone? 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 Michael here put a fucking girl's head through a toilet. That's insane. MOORE They'll get us on accessory to murder. ADAM Bullshit it's not accessory. 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. Michael 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... MICHAEL 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 Michael 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. MICHAEL MICHAEL (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 think someone will have a problem with a 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 horror 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. KNOCK KNOCK The five men stop breathing. Somebody's at the door. KNOCK KNOCK 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 peephole. 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 conversation -- GIBBERISH. KNOCK KNOCK. 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 severely traumatized men. RALPH Okay. Hi. SILENCE. RALPH So who's the lucky guy? PAUSE. BOYD Who? RALPH The groom? FISHER Me. 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. More SILENCE. 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 -- FISHER (O.S.) No! NOOOO!!! ON BOYD -- his Boy Scout knife raised above his head -- driving 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. Michael, 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. AT THE DOOR 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. INT. THE BATHROOM 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 relieve himself. THE GUYS' POV 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. Michael 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? MICHAEL Not really. no. BOYD Not a problem. Understand not my words, but follow my orders. Follow my orders INT. WALMART - NIGHT The boys move down the isles of the massive 24 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 prioritize. Moore grabs a plastic garbage can off a shelf and pukes in it for all he's worth. INT. HARD ROCK CASINO The boys attempt to look natural as they stroll through the casino with their supplies. Late night gamblers pay them little notice. INT. HOTEL SUITE Boyd turns up the MUSIC. BOYD Let's do it people. MUSIC OVER SERIES OF SHOTS: Moore and Fisher scrub blood from the carpet. Fisher keeps forgetting to breath. Michael 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. Michael wraps one of Ralph's feet in plastic, puts it in a suitcase. Boyd saws. Michael 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. EXT. RED ROCK CANYON ROAD The minivan bumps along a deserted road at a snail's pace. INT. MINIVAN 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! EXT. DESERT SERIES OF SHOTS: 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 suitcases. MICHAEL Why? 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 them. BOYD She's Asian. They don't have 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 No way. ADAM It has to be done. BOYD We have to get going. ADAM I am not flexible on this. PAUSE. 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... CUT TO: Dirt being thrown on top of the reunited bodies until they are all completely buried. EXT. GRAVE SITE 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. SILENCE. 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 strength of their own convictions. This is war. Given the circumstances 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 mean more 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 thing... you're all fucked-up in the head. 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. MICHAEL 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. MICHAEL You're pathetic. ADAM (turning on Michael) What did you say? MICHAEL (pointing) You're not a team player. ADAM Don't point at me. MICHAEL You never were a team player. That's why you never had any friends. ADAM I have plenty of friends. MICHAEL The hell you do. ADAM The hell I don't. MICHAEL 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? Michael looks at Boyd. FISHER Michael, 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 Michael. 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... DISSOLVE TO: INT. MINIVAN - DRIVING Fisher's prayer over the guys driving home. Each lost in his own thoughts. FISHER (V.O.) ...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. EXT. CAR WASH - DAY Adam watches his mini-van move through the wash and rinse cycle, staring, paranoid at the Mexican Towel Boy cleaning the interior. MICHAEL tries to open a child proof bottle of Excedrin. BOYD plays "Mrs. Pac-man" in the corner. MEN'S ROOM Moore dry heaves for all he's worth. PAY PHONE 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? FISHER Okay. LIZ (V.O.) What okay? FISHER What! 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. FISHER What. 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 ready. 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. FADE TO BLACK: EXT. ADAM'S HOUSE - DAY 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. INT. MINIVAN 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 lives. 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? MICHAEL Right. MOORE That's right. As the little kids put their lips up to the windows, making funny faces, BOYD You're goddamn right. Adam? Adam is silent, watching the beautiful chaos that is his family. ADAM (reluctant) Right. EXT. SUBURBAN 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 on 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. INT. JUDGE'S OFFICE ON JUDGE LAUREL TOWER. 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 out. 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 you... you send me... Darling you... You mend me. (to Fisher) Honey, sing it for Judge Tower. In lieu of an anxiety attack, Fisher... FISHER (sings) "Darli...ing you, ewe ewe ewe, send me, Darli...ing you, ewe ewe ewe, mend me. LIZ "At first I thought it was infatuation... But oh it's lasted so long..." 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. MUSIC OVER: INT. TUXEDO RENTAL STORE 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. EXT. SANTA MONICA PIER - SUNSET 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 you... FISHER You did all right dad. MR. FISHER I could have done it better. I'm a fucking ball-buster I am. 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... CUT TO: INT. ADAM'S OFFICE 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? MICHAEL At the newsstand on 3rd. ADAM (falling apart) Fucking Boyd. That fucking idiot. They're on to us. MICHAEL They're not on to us. I'm gonna call Boyd. Michael picks up the phone. EXT. SOMEBODY'S YARD TIGHT ON BOYD talking into cell phone. BOYD Oh that's just nothing. That's just a missing persons thing, that's all. INTERCUT PHONE CALL MICHAEL 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) Would you, shush?! These phones aren't secure! BOYD Lighten up Adam. Show some character. ADAM Don't talk to me about character. BOYD 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. INT. BAKERY Fisher and Liz taste different samples of cake and compare different cake designs with a BAKER. INT. FLORIST Surrounded by hundreds of different floral arrangements, Liz shows a zombied Fisher the flowers she's picked for the wedding. INT. LIZ AND FISHER'S NEW HOME 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 house... 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. EXT. GAS STATION MINI-MART Adam, Lois and the kids pull into the mini-mart, up to the gas pump. INT. ADAM'S MINI-VAN 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. EXT. CAR 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 there... 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... INT. MINI-MART Adam quickly searches the candy section for Starburst. He looks out the window... ADAM'S POV 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 plate... 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. CLERK GET OUT! 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. CLERK GET OUT! Adam scurries out of the Mini-Mart, the Cop watches in confusion. EXT. MINI-MART 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 & LIZ'S REHEARSAL DINNER - COCKTAIL RECEPTION SERIES OF SHOTS: Fisher and Liz greet their guests. Moore smokes alone at the bar. Boyd and Michael 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? INT. REHEARSAL DINNER - NIGHT 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 Michael 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 family. MICHAEL The problem was coaching. Poor leadership. As the room LAUGHS, Adam becomes visibly upset. Not keeping it together. 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. EXT. BEACH RESTAURANT - NIGHT 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 Michael 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. MICHAEL What's the problem Adam? Moore joins the group. MOORE What's the problem? All eyes on Adam, who's eyes are starting to tear up. BOYD What is your problem? ADAM I can't do this. PAUSE. 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 Shut up. MOORE 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. PARKING LOT 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. MICHAEL About anybody but yourself. You never have. ADAM And you're a little fucking reject. MICHAEL Eat my ass! MICHAEL KICKS ADAM'S MINIVAN ADAM Hey! Michael kicks it again, harder. Adam shoves him. ADAM If you ever touch my minivan again, I'll make you sorry. Real sorry. MICHAEL You're a loser. ADAM You're the loser! A big black hole sucking up everything you touch! YOU MURDERED THAT GIRL! MURDERER! MURDERER! MICHAEL You're the loser! You think your shit's so fucking righteous! FUCK YOU! You were there with us, boy! Right there! SIDE BY FUCKING SIDE!!! 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. MICHAEL You got a retarded kid and a fat pig wife. ADAM You fucking bastard! Adam attacks Michael, slashing, biting, mauling, the brother's go down hard, slugging it out on the ground. EXT RESTAURANT 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... PARKING LOT Fisher helps break the fight. Adam and Michael try to contain their rage. BOYD This is going to stop right now. Right now! MICHAEL (seething) You will not screw this up. ADAM Don't you threaten me you little rat fuck. MICHAEL Don't you fucking threaten me -- I'll fucking kill you. ADAM Go home! MICHAEL You go home! Boyd pulls Michael to his car. BOYD Why don't you just cool out. Go home and go to sleep. Boyd opens Michael's car door, puts him in. BOYD Just go home, chill the fuck out. Okay? Michael starts his car. Boyd shuts the car door. BOYD Just go home. MICHAEL, eyeballs Adam. Adam eyeballs him right back. Michael 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, Michael's car comes to an abrupt stop. They all turn. Michael turns his car around, idles for a moment. INT. MICHAEL'S CAR Michael in a trance, staring at the guys watching him. MICHAEL Mr. Fucking Minivan... He hits the gas. EXT PARKING LOT Wheels spin, rubber burns. The guys watch as Michael speeds full throttle, like a battering ram, right at Adam's beloved minivan. ADAM NOOOO!!!! Adam jumps between the minivan and Michael's car. INT. MICHAEL'S CAR Michael's expression turns to horror. He slams on the brakes, but it's too late. EXT. PARKING LOT Michael's car crushes Adam like a sandwich meat between his car and the minivan. Metal, flesh, severed limbs, Adam explodes like a gnat. CUT TO: THE HORRIFIED EXPRESSIONS OF BOYD, MOORE AND FISHER INT. UCLA EMERGENCY - WAITING ROOM 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. MICHAEL 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 married... 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 Michael. Fisher stays with the cop. 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. POV GUYS Adam hooked up to dozens of wires, etc... Lois leans over to kiss him. Adam appears to be whispering something to her. ON THE GUYS Watching Adam speak to Lois... Nervous. POV GUYS 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. WAITING ROOM The guys have witnessed Adam's death. Michael turns in horror. Boyd, Fisher and Moore stare. Liz rushes to Fisher, throws her arms around him, overcome with grief. INT. DENNY'S - LATE NIGHT Fisher, Boyd, Moore and Michael 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? MICHAEL Ball park sausages. BOYD You want some breakfast meat, Michael. Is that what you want? MICHAEL (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 Michael. MICHAEL (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 Michael. MICHAEL (screams) I KILLED MY BROTHER! All eyes on Michael. Boyd is immediately up trying to get Michael out of the booth. Casually, sweetly... BOYD Okay. Time to fly. Fisher helps Boyd lift Michael, who is becoming more and more frenzied. MICHAEL 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 Michael is carried to the door. MICHAEL (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 Michael. FISHER (tipping Waitress) Thank you. She watches them haul Michael outside. POV WAITRESS Michael thrashes wildly in the parking lot. EXT PARKING LOT MICHAEL "Kill one man and you are a murderer! Kill millions and you are a conqueror -- Kill all and you are a God!" Michael breaks free, starts running away. Boyd, Moore and Fisher give chase. Moore dives on Michael's back. Fisher helps Moore hold Michael down while Boyd gets the car. MICHAEL (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 Michael into the back seat, climb in and disappear into the night. INT. CAR - DRIVING Boyd drives, Fisher rides shotgun, Moore's in the back trying to contain Michael. BOYD You will get yourself together here mister. Are you hearing me? Michael, 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? FISHER What? 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. FISHER What? 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 Michael. 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 mouth. BOYD Love does not lose. TIGHT ON Fisher, speechless. FADE OUT: FADE IN ON: ADAM'S FUNERAL - GRAVE SITE A Jewish ceremony. A hundred or so guests. A RABBI conducts the service. Lois sits in shock flanked by her boys. Michael, Fisher, Boyd and Moore stand in positions of honor up front. They're all eyeing each other. Michael starts emitting deep, uncontrollable, highly inappropriate MOANS. BOYD Easy Michael. Michael can't control himself as his body starts to seize and tremble. Moore and Boys attempt to stabilize Michael who breaks away, charges over to Lois and buries his head in her lap sobbing deeply. Everyone is stunned but the Rabbi Continues. INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT 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 got... The phone RINGS. Fisher freezes. LIZ Answer it! Fisher picks up the phone. FISHER Hello? INT. LOIS' HOUSE 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... INT. CANTERS COFFEE SHOP TIGHT ON FISHER 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 Michael, looking particularly traumatized, are seated at a booth with Fisher. MICHAEL 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 police? FISHER No, but she's definitely pissed and hostile. And she's clearly starting to think that's something's not right. Michael starts sobbing uncontrollably. MICHAEL We're goosed! Goosed by God! BOYD Michael 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. MICHAEL (screaming) Goosed! BOYD Stop it! MICHAEL Goosed! People are staring. BOYD Stop. MICHAEL 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 michael continues to freak. BOYD (to Michael) Open sesame. Michael complies like a puppy. FISHER Jesus Boyd you're going to O.D. him. BOYD Suck my ass. INT. LOIS' KITCHEN TIGHT ON Lois, busted nose, eyes black. LOIS I never liked you Boyd. You're a snaky little fuck. Always have been. WIDE ON the guys, seated around a little breakfast table. Michael'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. Michael starts back in with the power sobbing. All eyes are on him. Guilty, uncomfortable silence. Michael's coming unglued. LOIS Michael? Do you have something to tell me? BOYD Michael. Tell Lois that nothing... LOIS Shut up Boyd! Michael? All eyes on Michael. MICHAEL (quiet) Goosed. Fisher struggles to breathe. Boyd tenses up. LOIS What? MICHAEL 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 answers. 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. Lois... here'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. Michael 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. EXT. LOIS' HOUSE Fisher and Moore load Michael 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 Michael 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. TIME CUT TO: INT. FISHER AND LIZ'S HOUSE TIGHT ON Fisher. FISHER I'm sorry. Honey... it's just for tonight. Liz is in her robe, none too pleased. Adam Jr. and Timmy sit in the b.g. at the kitchen table eating cookies and milk. FISHER Lois is a mess and Michael'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 Michael 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. INT. BAR Dark, smoky, MUSIC. Michael, Fisher and Moore sit in a corner booth. MICHAEL (finger in his ear) Do you hear buzzing fish? FISHER Buzzing? MICHAEL 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. MICHAEL Yeah, well, it's a nasty problem. FISHER Have another drink. INT. ADAM AND LOIS' HOUSE - NIGHT TRACKING SHOT down hallway into bedroom where Lois sleeps peacefully. INT. BAR - NIGHT Fisher and Michael. Moore, drinking, just listening. MICHAEL 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? MICHAEL 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? MICHAEL 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. MICHAEL 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. INT. LOIS' HOUSE - NIGHT 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. BACK AT THE BAR MICHAEL 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. MICHAEL 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 on yourself a bit. MICHAEL 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 Lois. LOIS' BEDROOM 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... THE BAR Fisher checks his watch as Michael fumbles with his eighth shot of Yukon Jack. MICHAEL 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? MICHAEL (drunk-slow) Well if you do think about names... Michael's a pretty good one... It's done me all right. Michael's eyes bore into Fisher, like he knows something Fisher doesn't. Fisher's cell phone RINGS. FISHER (answers) Yeah. INT. LOIS' BEDROOM 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. INTERCUT BOYD AND FISHER FISHER What does that mean? Michael stares at Fisher. BOYD I'm talking about Lois having relaxed her anxiety. Only deal is... you still got Michael there? FISHER Yeah. BOYD Good deal. Lois just wants to hear it from Michael. FISHER Hear what? BOYD That it was all an accident. She wants to here it from Michael's mouth. FISHER Now? Michael 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 here... let's get this over with. EXT. LOIS' HOUSE Fisher's car pulls up. Boyd is waiting outside. He opens the back door. Michael is drunk in the back. Fisher and Moore are up front. BOYD Okay Michael, let's go. (helps him out) Upsy daisy big guy. MICHAEL (hammered) How about my Fatburger? BOYD Come on tough guy. Listen to me. (takes Michaels face in his hands) You are going to tell Lois that it was all an accident. Okay cowboy? You got me? MICHAEL 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 Michael into the house. INT. CAR 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, frozen. Boyd comes jogging out the front door, hops in the back seat. Fisher and Moore turn, eyes wide. BOYD Michael was having an affair with Lois. That's what Michael and Adam were arguing about in the parking lot. Michael killed Adam in a jealous rage. Lois broke it off with Michael, 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... INT. LAW FIRM 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. ANGLE ON 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 Morris. LIZ My god. BARRY MORRIS There's more. FISHER More? BARRY MORRIS Adam and Lois were not terribly prudent in terms of providing for the possibility of the unforeseen. FISHER What are you talking about? BARRY MORRIS I'm talking about Life insurance. I'm talking about money. LIZ Money? BARRY MORRIS Yes money. Adam had a five hundred thousand dollar Term Life Insurance Policy. PAUSE. LIZ What does that mean? FISHER That means we get five hundred thousand to help raise the kids. LIZ (amazed) No. FISHER Yes. BARRY MORRIS Actually, no. Adam was switching to a Whole Life Policy, but re-scheduled his medical exam... and failed to make his last payment... so his Term Life lapsed. So it's value is null and void. (off Liz's horror) Now he did have a pension account, worth another 150 thousand. LIZ (relieved) Well, oh... BARRY MORRIS And a house. Valued at 350 thousand. LIZ So where's that leave us? FISHER 150 plus 350... we still get 500 thousand. BARRY MORRIS (beat) No. Not even close. With property values down, the house is worth 100,000 less than 450 he paid for it. With three credit cards, the minivan payments, and other outstanding debts... Plus the Income and Estate Taxes assessed on his IRA... (punches his calculator) You'll get, oh... in the neighborhood of, ah... 14,223 dollars. Adam Jr. suddenly slips off his chair, lands flat on his back, starts struggling to get up. Fisher tries to help Little Adam up. LITTLE ADAM Get away from me! FISHER I'm just trying to help... LITTLE ADAM I don't want your help! FISHER Stop kicking. Stop kicking! Fisher manages to get Adam Jr. back up in his chair. Liz looks rather horrified. BARRY MORRIS (breaking the tension) So. When is the wedding. LIZ Tomorrow (at Fisher) We are getting married tomorrow. INT. CAR Fisher drives, Liz up front, Adam jr. and Timmy in the back. Everyone is shocked in silence. Fisher looks deathly ill, like he's about to vomit. He pulls the car over and gets out. EXT. FISHER'S CAR Fisher leans on the trunk, puking. Liz gets out to help him, he starts crying. Liz is gentle and loving. LIZ It's okay... It's okay baby. Cry for Mama. Cry for Mama. FISHER No it's not okay. It's not. The kids watch from the rear view window but can't hear. LIZ Cry for Boom Boom. It's okay. FISHER (sobbing) Liz we've got to cancel, we have to put it off. LIZ (ice) Don't even. FISHER Do you love me? LIZ What? FISHER Do you love me? LIZ What kind of stupid question is that? FISHER (breaking down) Oh God. We. Liz. We. We. Killed a woman. We... LIZ What are you talking about? FISHER (completely hysterical) Oh Liz. We. God. We, in Vegas. Michael crushed her skull. She was dead. There was nothing else to do. It was an accident. LIZ Who's dead? FISHER The prostitute. LIZ You fucked a prostitute? FISHER No Michael did. It was an accident. LIZ You killed a prostitute. FISHER Michael, by accident. LIZ Call the police. FISHER It's too late. LIZ My God. You've got to call the police, tell them it was an accident. Where is she? FISHER She's in the desert. She's out in the desert. LIZ You left a dead prostitute out in the desert? Alone? FISHER She's not alone... She's... Boyd... Oh God... He's gone nuts... He killed Lois and Michael... it's all... 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. EXT./INT. CHURCH - FISHER AND LIZ'S WEDDING 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 depressed. INT. CHURCH BASEMENT Fisher and Moore in tuxedos. Boyd enters, shuts the door. Fisher looks ill. BOYD Okay, we're about two minutes out. Moore, better take your position. 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 accusation? 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. INT. CHURCH 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! INT. CHURCH BASEMENT - CONT'D 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, until... 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. THE WEDDING 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... JUDGE TOWER May we have the rings please? FISHER What? JUDGE TOWER The rings? Fisher looks at Moore. INT. CHURCH BASEMENT Moore opens the closet. Boyd falls out. INT. CHURCH Everyone waits patiently. Fisher is sweating. He looks at Liz who stares straight ahead. INT. CHURCH BASEMENT Moore rolls Boyd over, checks every pocket, trying not to get blood on himself. INT. CHURCH 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 part? FISHER I do. 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. WEDDING RECEPTION - TENT NEXT TO CHURCH Liz drinks champagne and talks with her guests. EXT. CHURCH - REAR Fisher and Moore load Boyd's body in the trunk of Fisher's car. MOORE He came 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 mirror. FISHER Did he try to kiss you? MOORE All week long. Fisher slams the trunk closed. WEDDING RECEPTION - MUCH LATER 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.S.) Excuse us? Fisher and Liz look up at a sweet OLD COUPLE, who talk at the same time, oblivious to each other. OLD MAN We just wanted to say congratulations and wish you great happiness. Mazeltov. I just did. I said Malzeltov. You never listen to me. OLD WOMAN We're your Uncle Henry's parents. Opal and Earl. Tell them from both of us. Malzeltov. Wish them luck. The secret to a good 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. FISHER What? 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... EXT. HIGHWAY - NIGHT Fisher's car blasts past a road sign reading, "Las Vegas, 358 miles." INT. FISHER'S CAR 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 Michael's Franco Harris fixation. You know how Michael 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. EXT. DESERT - LATER 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 until... 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. DISSOLVE: MOORE in the hole, passing the suitcases up to Fisher. DISSOLVE: FISHER loads the cases into the car. EXT. NEW BURIAL SITE 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. FISHER Yeah? 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. DISSOLVE: THE GRAVE - LATER The cases are in the hole with Boyd's body. As Fisher and Moore re-fill the grave with dirt we... SLOWLY DISSOLVE TO: INT. FISHER'S CAR - HIGHWAY - NIGHT Fisher drives, Moore rides shotgun, both mean are dirty, sweaty and tired. MOORE Well that ought to be about the end of that. FISHER Yup. TIGHT ON Fisher, staring deep into the road, a faint smile creeps on to his face... DISSOLVE TO: THE IMMACULATE RECEPTION The distorted but definitely recognizable image of Franco Harris running for his life. ANNOUNCER (V.O.) And it's Franco Harris running for... Franco makes it into the Raider end zone. ANNOUNCER (V.O.) A TOUCHDOWN FOR PITTSBURGH! UNBELIEVABLE! CUT BACK TO: FISHER Lost in his reverie, wakes up in a hair pin turn. The speedometer reads 80. They run out of road. The car skids on the shoulder, Fisher cranks the wheel, jumps the divider, into oncoming headlights. Fisher and Moore lit up bright... HIGHWAY Fisher's car SMASHES head-on into another car. IN SLOW MOTION Fisher and Moore are launched through the windshield in an IMPLOSION of glass and steel, flesh and blood. CUT TO BLACK: We hear the sounds of SCRUBBING. SLOW FADE UP: INT. FISHER HOUSE - BATHROOM - DAY TIGHT ON Liz, on her hands and knees, scrubbing around the toilet of what is clearly a filthy kids bathroom; soiled jockey shorts, Tonka trucks, mess everywhere. O.S. we hear voices outside. Liz gets up off her knees, brushes a piece of hair from her sweaty face and peers out the bathroom window. TIGHT ON FISHER EXT. BACK YARD FISHER Okay let's try it again. Adam Jr. and Timmy, in ill-fitted Cub Scout uniforms, recite the "Scout Laws." TIMMY A scout is thrifty, saves for the future. A scout is clean, he keeps his body... ADAM JR. A scout is brave. A scout can face danger, even if he's afraid... FISHER Let's see the salutes! Timmy snaps out a fine salute. Adam balances on one crutch to salute but looses balance and falls flat on his face. He starts SCREAMING. REVEAL Fisher, in a wheelchair, both legs amputated above the knee. He leans over, trying to help Adam Jr. up and his wheel chair tips over. Fisher falls on top of Adam Jr. who SCREAMS even louder, flailing arms and legs like a turtle on its back. REVEAL Moore, in an electric wheel chair he operated with a mouthpiece. As he is paralyzed from the neck down, he's no help at all. Timmy suddenly snaps. TIMMY (to Adam Jr.) Shut up! Shut the fuck up! FISHER It's okay, it's okay. THE BATHROOM WINDOW Liz watches the pathetic chaos that is her life with the dull lifeless eyes of a concentration camp prisoner. FISHER (O.S.) Timmy SHUT UP! Help your brother! ADAM! Let him help you! TIGHT ON Liz as her mouth slowly opens in an anguished SILENT SCREAM. OUT THE WINDOW - DOWN IN THE BACK YARD Adam Jr. gets back on his feet, with the begrudging help of Timmy. As Fisher struggles to hoist himself up, back in his wheelchair... FISHER Remember a scout is helpful! A scout doesn't scream in the face of adversity. Suddenly, O.S. from the bathroom, Liz WAILS. Fisher looks up at the window... LONG BEAT... FISHER (to the boys) Okay, let's skip to the Scout's Oath... ADAM JR. & TIMMY On my honor, I will do my best... The boys recite the "Scout's Oath" as Liz's deep, heaving, wailing SOBS grow in intensity O.C. ADAM JR. & TIMMY ...to 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. CUT TO BLACK: THE END