Very Bad Things

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.

55   EXT. GRAVE SITE       55

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 strenght of their own convictions. This is war. Given the circumstancesm and given the fact that we are alive and they are not, we have chosen life over death. Two wrongs don't make a right. So our conviction and execution would only meanmore death here, not less.

MOORE: Boyd... I don't know man...It just seems to me that ever since you took Tony Robbins self-help 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.

MICHEAL: Just go ahead and say what’s on your mind.

BOYD: Speak from the heart my brother.

Adam turns in disgust.

ADAM: This is pathetic.

MICHEAL: You’re pathetic.

ADAM: (turning on Micheal) What did you say?

MICHEAL: (pointing) You’re not a team player.

ADAM: Don’t point at me.

MICHEAL: You never were a team player. That’s why you never had any friends.

ADAM: I have plenty of friends.

MICHEAL: The hell you do.

ADAM: The hell I don’t.

MICHEAL: You have acquaintances – business friends and superficial golf buddies. You have always been a fringe player. You have some serious male on male intimacy problems.

ADAM: What are you fucking talking about?

Micheal looks at Boyd.

FISHER: Micheal, now is probably not the best time for this.

BOYD: No, this is the perfect time. This is real time. Adam. Your brother and I, as well as several others present, have always suspected that you... (points to Adam) ...are a fully repressed, living in major denial, locked down, fly-boy butt-fucker.

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

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

DISSOLVE TO:

56   INT. MINIVAN – DRIVING      56

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

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

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

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

57   EXT. CAR WASH – DAY        57

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

MICHEAL tries to open a child proof bottle of Excedrin.

BOYD plays “Mrs. Pac-man” in the corner.

58   MEN’S ROOM      58

Moore dry heaves for all he’s worth.

59   PAY PHONE       59

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

LIZ (V.O.): Hello.

FISHER: Hey. It’s me.

LIZ (V.O.): Where are you?

FISHER: We’re on our way home. I just...we’re running a little late.

LIZ (V.O.): How late?

FISHER: No. Just like an hour or so.

LIZ (V.O.): What about the chairs?

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.

60   EXT. ADAM’S HOUSE – DAY     60

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.

61   INT. MINIVAN         61

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?

MICHEAL: Right.

MOORE: That’s right.

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

BOYD: You’re Goddam right. Adam?

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

ADAM: (reluctant) Right.