Very Bad Things

119   MOORE        119

in the hole, passing the suitcases up to Fisher.

DISSOLVE:

120  FISHER         120

loads the cases into the car.

121  EXT. NEW BURIAL SITE        121

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:

122  THE GRAVE – LATER     122

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

SLOWLY DISSOLVE TO:

123  INT. FISHER’S CAR – HIGHWAY – NIGHT     123

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:

124  THE IMMACULATE RECEPTION         124

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:

125  FISHER         125

lost in his reverie, wakes up in a hair pin turn. The speedometer reads 80. They run out of road. The car skids on the shoulder, Fisher cranks the wheel, jumps the divider, into oncoming headlights. Fisher and Moore lit up bright...

126  HIGHWAY        126

Fisher’s car SMASHES head-on into another car. IN SLOW MOTION Fisher and Moore are launched through the windshield in an IMPLOSION of glass and steel, flesh and blood.

     CUT TO BLACK.

We hear the sounds of SCRUBBING.

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