Very Bad Things

44   BATHROOM:       44

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

45   SUITE:         45

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

MICHEAL

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

MICHEAL: I really fucked up.

46   INT. BATHROOM        46

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.

MICHEAL: (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...

MICHEAL: We were playing...she slipped...she hit her head.

ADAM: (incredulous) Playing?

47   SUITE     47

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

BOYD: Wait!

ADAM: What?

BOYD: What are you doing?

ADAM: (hysterical) What are you talking about?

BOYD: What do you think you are doing?

ADAM: I’m calling the ambulance.

BOYD: Just wait a second. Wait one second. Okay. What are you doing?

ADAM: Calling the ambulance.

BOYD: Why? (beat) Why? She’s dead. Why are you calling an ambulance?

A reasonable point. BEAT.

ADAM: We have to call the ambulance.

BOYD: Why?

Fisher entering, freaked...

FISHER: Oh, Jesus...call the police.

BOYD: No.

FISHER: She’s dead. Call somebody!

BOYD: Shut up.

FISHER: Call 911.

BOYD: Shut up.

MICHEAL: She slipped.

ADAM:                            MICHEAL:

(attacking Micheal)                  (defensive)

What did you do?                          You never heard of     accidents?! Get off me!

Adam slaps Micheal. Moore tries to break it up.

BOYD: Everybody shut up. LISTEN TO ME!

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.

MICHEAL: It was an accident!

BOYD: Are you sure this was an accident?

ADAM: You’re a lying deviant. What did you do?!

MICHEAL: The floor was wet. She slipped!

ADAM: Why was the floor wet?

MICHEAL: I don’t know why the floor was wet!

ADAM: Why?!

Fisher wanders back to the bathroom door where Moore is; they stare 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.

ADMA: That is not an “option.” There is no multiple choice here.

BOYD: Yes sir, there sure is an option here. There are always options.

ON Fisher and Moore.

MOORE: I’ve never seen a dead person.

As Moore moves in, transfixed, to take a closer look...

FISHER: (engraged) Fuck! Fuck you fucking guys!

BOYD: Well we can definitely call the police. That’s an easy call. If we call the police... What happens? (silence) They find a dead prostitute in the bathroom...They ask us...What happened? We say, ah... our friend, Micheal... (to Adam) Your 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 Micheal here...just Micheal...

Adam:                                     BOYD:

You don’t play games with                 I’ve known him for

Homicide police. There are                while maybe twenty

No options here. There is                 years kind of a close

Not the luxury of worrying                friend but hey what the

About how the fallout will                heck officer, take him

Settle.                                   Away, go on it’s for

                                          His own good.

FISHER: (outraged)What are you talking about? Adam's right. We don't have a choice here Boyd...I mean what are you talking about? What 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 Micheal here put a fucking girl's head through a toilet. That's insane.

MOORE: They'll get us on accesory to murder.

ADAM: Bullshit it's not accesory. I didn't do shit. You call the cops, you explain it was an accident...

BOYD: Her fucking head was caved in.

ADAM: SO i didn't fucking do it!

BOYD: She's got bondage burns on her wrists. There's blow all over the room, Moore looks like he went at it with a mountain lion. This room looks like the Manson Family stayed here a month. Micheal goes down, we all go down.

MOORE: I'm not going to ruin my life over a dead whore.

ADAM: That's a horrible ugly comment. "Dead whore?" She's a person!

FISHER: (falling away) I'm getting married...

MICHEAL: I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I'm sorry...

ADAM: I've got a wife and two boys.

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

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

BOYD looks around. BEAT. Raises his hand.

BOYD: Desert.

He looks at MOORE

MOORE: (beat) Fucking desert.

MICHEAL

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

All eyes on FISHER, no response.

BOYD: Nobody knows she's here.

FISHER: Good God...Good God...

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

ADAM: How do we get her out of here?

A reasonable question. Boyd thinks. BEAT.

BOYD: Wrap her up in blankets. Bring the car around to the back of the hotel, throw her off the balcony, put her in the car...Done.

ADAM: (beat) You don't thiink someone will have a problem witha  body being thrown off a balcony?

BOYD: We check out the area and wait for a time when it's clear.

ADAM: What about the blood?

BOYD: Someone goes to Walmart, gets some buckets, brushes, mops, Spic and Span, the works.

ADAM: Have you ever done this before?

BOYD:The reality is, you take away the horroe of this situation, take away the tragedy of the death, take away the moral and ethical implications of all the crap you have had conditioned, beaten, into your head since grade one. What are we left with? What? A 115 lb. problem. 115 lbs. that must be moved from point A to point B.Now, a straight line in the shortest distance but we are denied the luxury of a visible straight line. But that line exists and I see it.I see that line. Trust me. Adam. Trust me...I can take care of this.

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 pephole.

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

BOYD: (calls out) What is it?

RALPH (O.S.) Ah, yeah, hi. Is Tina there?

Adam throws his head in his hands.