Final For Austin Script - Storypros
TRINKETFor Austin 2014
INT. ASYLUM CELL - DAYBare little white room. An imposing steel door.A girl in a straight jacket is laying on the floor.She’s a dark-eyed blonde. Gaunt, pallid, and sweaty.She has a bunch of tattoos and piercings but you can’t seemost of them.Her name is TRINKET (19).And she’s royally pissed off.An metal speaker in the corner squawks. It’s DR. AGOONAH’svoice.DR. AGOONAH (O.S.)What are you doing, Trinket?TRINKETEscaping.She strains against the jacket.DR. AGOONAH (O.S.)Do you know the meaning of the word‘futility’?TRINKETDo you know the meaning of the word‘idiot’?DR. AGOONAH (O.S.)I can’t help you if you won’t helpyourself.TRINKETI am helping myself. I’m gettingstronger and deeper every day. Andthere’s nothing you can do aboutit.DR. AGOONAH (O.S.)Your fantasies aren’t real. You areonly delaying your recovery.TRINKETI don’t want to live here anymore.DR. AGOONAH (O.S.)We do everything we can to helpyou. Make you better.
2.TRINKETPretty soon I’ll find him. He won’tbe like the others. He’ll be tooweak to resist me. He’ll dowhatever I tell him. And then I’llkill all the ones who didn’t obey.Weird sounds start coming from the speaker like Agoonah puthis hand over the microphone.There’s a woman’s voice in the background but it’s garbled.TRINKETAnd you too.Trinket stares at it. Waiting.DR. AGOONAH (O.S.)Your session is over.CLICK.TRINKETGet ready. Here I come.She closes her eyes.EXT. SUBURBAN NEIGHBORHOOD - DAYA sunny late-summer day.Joggers, lawn sprinklers, and SUV’s full of soccer kids.INT. LURVEY HOME, GARAGEMARSHALL LURVEY (46) sitting on an old army cot shaking hiscell phone.MARSHALLBuffering? C’mon you piece of shit.He’s a mess. The razor stubble, the flip-flops paired withthe open bathrobe, and the coffee-stained T-shirt allindicate a man in decline.Which is exactly what he is.He looks up to see a Cadillac Escalade pull up the driveway.His wife, VANESSA (45) milf, and her boy-toy LUKE (31) getout.
3.They start unloading grocery bags. Marshall gets up to help.VANESSADon’t worry about it.Marshall reaches for a bag anyway.MARSHALLIt’s okay.VANESSANo! We have it.MARSHALLFine.Luke hefts a five-gallon water jug over his beefy shoulder.LUKEHow you doing, Marshall?MARSHALLYeah, real good Luke.LUKEI’m putting this inside, babe.He walks away with the water and 40 pounds of dog food underhis arm.MARSHALLI can’t believe you’re doing this.VANESSACan’t believe what? That I’mliving?MARSHALLLiving with a guy right under mynose.VANESSAIt wouldn’t be under your nose ifyou’d move out.MARSHALLIt’s temporary.VANESSATemporary is two weeks. This ismore like lymphoma.MARSHALLI’m working on my resume right now.
4.VANESSAAnd another thing. I don’t want youdumping that disgusting pee jar onmy lawn anymore.MARSHALLYou mean I can use the bathroomnow?VANESSANo. Just dump it in the gutter atthe end of the driveway. But notwhere I’ll drive on it.She carries some bags toward the door.MARSHALLKirby pees on the lawn all thetime.VANESSAKirby didn’t get fired for tryingto sexually harass his boss.MARSHALLI told you, I accidentally walkedinto the wrong hotel room and fellasleep!VANESSAThe door just magically opened?MARSHALLI don’t remember.Luke trots back out.LUKEEverything okay, babe?INT. OFFICE SUPPLY STORE - DAYMarshall is working at one of the public computers.His resume is on the screen. He used to be a “QUALITY CONTROLSUPERVISOR at TRUSK PHARMACEUTICALS”.He looks around.Highlights his DATE OF BIRTH. Deletes the year, “1967”.Retypes “1971”.Thinks. Shakes his head.
5.Deletes it again. Then types “1974”.A boisterous AMATEUR ROCK BAND barges into the quiet store.All five of them are loud, and pierced, and skinny.The leader, DENNY (22), rings the service bell ten times.Everybody laughs.DENNYC’mon, lady. We don’t have all day.The counter clerk, MARGUERITA (56) comes over.Denny reads her name tag.DENNYMar.gerr.ree.tah? I betyou’re fun at parties.Everybody laughs. Marguerita rolls her eyes.MARGUERITACan I help you?DENNYWe’re here to pick up our flyers.‘Satan’s Sandwich’.Marshall chuckles to himself.One of the other band kids, BRIAN (24) takes out somedrumsticks from his pocket.He beats out a rhythm on the counter.BRIANSatan’s fucking sandwich, man!Alright!Marguerita hands them a box.MARGUERITAHere you go.Denny looks at the first one.DENNYNo no no no! What’s this? Thisisn’t right.BRIANWhat’s wrong with that, dude?
6.DENNYThe apostrophe! There’s no fuckingapostrophe in ‘Satans Sandwich’,man! It’s just ‘s’ as in pluralSatans.BRIANNo! The apostrophe is the shit.Some of the band members nod agreement.BRIANLike we’re owned by Satan. Theapostrophe denotes ownership.Didn’t we talk about this already?DENNYYou’re stoned dude. A bunch of fullon Satans is much cooler than being‘owned’ by Satan. She’s gottachange it.Marshall is now totally laughing to himself. Brian hears.BRIANWhat do you know about it old man?Marshall turns back to the screen.One of the band chicks, NICOLE (20) pipes up.NICOLEI still think it should be ‘SnuffCity’.DENNY‘Snuff City’ is by far the dumbestband name I’ve ever heard.NICOLEFuck you, Denny. Just because yourdad owns a sound board doesn’t meanyou get to make all the decisions.They start to file out.Marshall turns back to his resume.Brian taps the drumsticks on every surface he can reach onthe way out. Including Marshall’s monitor.Then Trinket walks up behind him. Leans in close.
7.TRINKETThat’ll never work.MARSHALLMind your own business.She’s dressed in leather and metal and ink. She has facialpiercings and her hair is loose.And she’s just about the sexiest thing in the fucking world.TRINKETWhy can’t I make this my business?It’s a free country. Aren’t youfree?Marshall turns his chair to face her.MARSHALLNobody is free.TRINKETNobody tries. I’m free.MARSHALLYou think you’re free because youhave a bunch of earrings and yourparents bought you that leatherjacket?She slaps him across the face. Hard. CRACK!Marguerita looks over.TRINKETDon’t ever. Mention my parents.Again. Now write.She spins his chair back to the keyboard.TRINKETChange your age back, dummy.MARSHALLHey-TRINKETDo it.And he does as instructed.TRINKETNow, for the last eighteen monthsyou haven’t been ‘unemployed’.
8.You left to start your ownfreelance consulting practice.Jesus! Everybody knows that.MARSHALLWho are you?TRINKETI’m Trinket.She leans in from behind and kisses him on the cheek.TRINKETDid I hurt you?INT. DIVE BAR - DAYTrinket plays some all-girl punk band on the jukebox.Her hips keep rhythm as some drunks leer from the bar.Marshall nurses a bourbon. Neat.Trinket sashays over.TRINKETDance with me.MARSHALLNot really my kind of music.TRINKETBecause you forgot how to feel.MARSHALLAre you going to hit me again?TRINKETBehave yourself.She pulls him onto the dance floor.MARSHALLYou sure know how to get what youwant, don’t you?TRINKETI don’t have much time.MARSHALLThanks for the drink.
9.TRINKETYou can have whatever you want.She presses her body to him. Slow dancing. Total opposite ofthe beat.TRINKETNow just listen to the music. Ripout the clutter and just let thesound pour into you. Don’t use yourears. Use your heart. Like when youwere young. Even if you don’t likeit. Watch where it goes inside ofyou.Marshall closes his eyes.Does his best to concentrate. Or understand.Trinket tilts her head up. Pulls his face toward her.Pause.Kisses him. Lightly. Lovingly.His shoulders slump as his resistance is destroyed.INT. HOTEL SUITE - NIGHTDeluxe multi-room suite. Amazing view of the twinkling city.Trinket and Marshall fuck like they’re making rape porn.Marshall awakens in the-MORNINGSprawled naked. Alone. Empty bottles on the floor.A laser printer comes to life in the next room.WHIRR, CLACK. WHIRR, CLACK.It’s pumping out pages and pages of bizzaro technicaldrawings.Marshall squints at the sunlight. Blistering hangover.Looks around. Coughs.MARSHALLHey?
10.No response.MARSHALLHey, girl.An urgent knocking at the door. THUMPA! THUMPA! THUMPA!Marshall pulls on some pants. Walks to the door.He notices the papers on the printer as he passes.THUMPA! THUMPA! THUMPA!He opens the door. A large group of people stares at him.An angry Chinese couple, MR. & MRS. LING (30’S) jabbers ateach other and Marshall.A bellboy and HOTEL MANAGER (55) stare in surprise.HOTEL MANAGEROccupied? Oh, Mister and MissesLing, I am so sorry. There wasobviously some confusion at thefront desk. We’ll sort this out ina few minutes. Oscar, take Misterand Misses Ling’s luggage backdownstairs-MR. LINGNo! No mistake. We pay. This ourroom! We not take other room!He jabbers at his upset wife some more.MR. LINGMove him! Not us!HOTEL MANAGER(to Marshall)I’m sorry, sir. This is a mostunusual situation. Were youchecking out today perchance?MARSHALLUh, yeah, yeah. I’m not sure whathappened either. My, uh, my niecechecked us in. Here, I can bug outin two seconds. No problem.He closes the door on them. Tours the wrecked room.Grabs his shoes and a shirt.
11.The printer has spit out about 20 pages by now.MINUTES LATERFully dressed, he grabs a half-empty vodka bottle and exits.HALLWAYHOTEL MANAGERIf you wouldn’t mind, sir, meetingme downstairs so we can sort thisout.A couple of SECURITY GUARDS are walking down the hall.MARSHALLSure, whatever.The manager snaps his fingers at the security guards andpoints to Marshall. They follow him to the-ELEVATORThe linebacker-sized guards flank Marshall. He looks fromside to side. Shakes his head.Takes out the vodka bottle. Takes a long swig. Offers it tothem.MARSHALLYou guys want a hit?BLACK GUARDIt’s ten o’clock in the morning,man!MARSHALLMore for me.BLACK GUARDNiece, huh?Marshall looks defeated. Takes another swig.EXT. POLICE STATION - DAYMarshall exits the building. Rubs his wrists.Turns. Flips off the building.
12.Stalks off.EXT. LURVEY HOME - DAYMarshall trudges up the driveway.Looks around.Walks to the lawn. Unzips. Pisses.The garage door opens.Luke pulls garbage cans to the curb. Sees him.LUKEOh, totally not cool, dude.Marshall turns to face him. Pees in his direction.MARSHALLWho fucking cares?He tucks and zips.LUKEIt really bothers Nessie, man. Youhave to show her more respect.MARSHALLHere’s a news flash for you, dumbass. I don’t give a shit.Luke’s jocular attitude begins to fade.LUKEWhat did you call me?MARSHALLYou want to talk respect? You fuckmy wife? In my bed? In my house?Fuck you, you miserable piece ofshit.LUKENow we got a problem.Luke advances on him. Marshall stands his ground.MARSHALLYou want to hit me, now?
13.LUKEI can’t let you talk that way aboutVanessa, man.MARSHALLFine, fuck-o. Go ahead. I guaranteeyou’ll spend the night in jail.Maybe a lot longer. Go ahead. Teachme all about respect, ‘Luke-style’.Luke rears back his fist. Marshall braces himself.Vanessa steps outside. Surprises them both.VANESSALuke!Luke stops. Grabs Marshall by the shirt instead.LUKEWe’re not done. You better take heradvice and get packed. Got me?MARSHALLHi, honey. I was just explaining toyour boyfriend that I need to takea shower, okay?Luke lets him go.VANESSAWe’re going out. You can use theguest bathroom. Stay out of themaster.MARSHALLThanks.LUKE(whispering)We do it in there.MARSHALLHope you rinse after.INT. LURVEY HOME - LATERMarshall walks through the deserted house. Sticks his headinto the guest--
14.BATHROOMLooks around. Leaves. Notices the doorway to the-MASTER BEDROOMWalks in. Huge room. Sitting area, plus a separate dressingarea, and of course the king-sized bed.Marshall creeps around like a foreigner. Walks into the-MASTER BATHROOMAlso super-lux. Shower big enough for a football team.LATERMarshall is lathering up in the steam shower.LATERShaves.Coifs.Sits on the toilet.Goes to flush. Stops. Thinks. Decides to leave it unflushed.MARSHALLLittle something for you, Luke.GARAGE - LATERSits on his army cot, looking at his iPhone. Types in‘SATAN’S SANDWICH’.MARSHALL(reading)Cabaret Metro. Eleven o’clock?Jesus! What do these kids do? Sleepall day?EXT. CABARET METRO - NIGHTLong line of Goth kids waiting to get in.
15.Even in leather jacket and black pants, Marshall is horriblyout of place.He goes to the front of the line. Talks to the BLIND BOUNCER(60’s).MARSHALLUm, hey there. I’m not really hereto see the show.BLIND BOUNCERThen you’re here to make trouble.MARSHALLNo, no, really. I’m looking for agirl.BLIND BOUNCERUh, huh. That’s trouble, like Isaid.The bouncer is shaking hands with all the people in line.BLIND BOUNCER(shakes hands)Okay.(shakes again)You’re okay.MARSHALLAre you blind?BLIND BOUNCERLess than some.MARSHALLHow do you check i.d.’s?He holds his hand out.BLIND BOUNCERTake my hand.Marshall hesitates. Takes it.BLIND BOUNCERYou’re forty-seven. You don’t liketo work and your life has been onemistake after another. And you’redesperate about something.Some RANDOM HOTTIE in line overhears.
16.RANDOM HOTTIEDesperate to get laid.Her friends giggle.Marshall gets embarrassed.BLIND BOUNCERCome on now. You know better thanthat. A desperate man is a manmaking trouble. You can’t come in.Don’t need no trouble.MARSHALLMaybe you could just tell her I’mhere?BLIND BOUNCERWho you want to see?MARSHALLTrinket? She’s with the band.BLIND BOUNCERI don’t think so.MARSHALLYeah, she is. I met her yesterday.BLIND BOUNCERNobody named ‘Trinket’ in here. Iwould know.MARSHALLHow would you know?BLIND BOUNCERYou like this kind of music?MARSHALLProbably not.BLIND BOUNCERThen you in the wrong place. Right?Marshall takes the hint. Cranes his neck into the doorway.Skinny bodies and colored lights. But no Trinket.He wanders around the corner to the--
17.EXT. BACK ALLEY - CONTINUOUSThe band, “Satan’s Sandwich”, is outside smoking by the rearentrance.DENNYSo she’s all like, ‘We don’t countthe door until Monday. You have tocome back then’.NICOLEThat’s fucking bullshit, man!BRIANThey’re ripping us off!DENNYWhat am I supposed to do? Drag herto the office and count it? Now?NICOLEThis is why we need a manager.BRIANWe can’t let that coke-whore keepour money all weekend! How do weeven know how much it is?NICOLEDid you see that fucking line outthere?Marshall walks up.MARSHALLHey guys. I don’t mean tointerrupt.They face him in unison.DENNYThen don’t.MARSHALLI was wondering if I could talk toTrinket.The band members all stare at each other.NICOLEThat’s the guy from the storeyesterday.
18.BRIANYou’re following us?MARSHALLI ‘liked’ you on facebook.DENNYYeah, we really don’t need you todo that.MARSHALLSorry. Is she here?DENNYIs ‘who’ here?MARSHALLTrinket.BRIANTrinket? She’s here and not here.They laugh.NICOLETrinket is not a girl. It’s a songI wrote.DENNYWe wrote.NICOLEFor fucks sake, Denny! Jesus. I geta writing credit on that. Don’tfucking tell me you don’t remember!MARSHALLA song?DENNY‘Lyrics by’. You get half credit onlyrics, that’s it.NICOLEHalf credit! I totally wrote theentire thing in psych class. Istill have it-She whips out her phone. Holds it under Denny’s nose.NICOLECheck, cash, credit bitch!
19.MARSHALLLook! There was a girl with you inthe store yesterday. Her name wasTrinket. We uh, we got to talkingand uh-The band stares in confusion.MARSHALLCan you just please bring her out?They look at each other and shrug.EXT. CITY STREET - LATERMarshall walks alone as the sounds from the club fade away.He passes some kids DRUMMING on upturned water jugs andbuckets.They’re pretty good. They have quite a wacky rhythm going.Marshall takes a moment to focus on the pounding.BOOM BADA, BOOM BADA, BOOM BADA.Trinket appears next to him.TRINKETIt’s cold.She presses into him. Marshall puts an arm around her.MARSHALLWhere-TRINKETShhh. No questions, okay?MARSHALLNo! No, not okay. I got arrested.‘Theft of Services’ they called it.Trinket laughs.TRINKETYou should have run.MARSHALLRun.
20.TRINKETYou can’t just talk your way out ofeverything. Sometimes you have toact.MARSHALLI’ve never been in jail before.TRINKETIf you don’t experience pain,you’re not a complete person.MARSHALLIt was zero fun, that’s for sure.TRINKETDo you really care about that rightnow?He takes a quick mental inventory. Gets a surprised look.MARSHALLNo.TRINKETYou know why?MARSHALLBecause you’re here?TRINKETNo, dummy. Because you’reoutgrowing it.He struggles to understand.TRINKETYou’re becoming a man of power. Aman people respect.MARSHALLI doubt it.TRINKETDoubts have been your enemy yourentire life. I wish you couldfigure out ‘why’. This’d be a loteasier.MARSHALLI made a lot of mistakes.
21.TRINKETWere they mistakes of weakness orstupidity?MARSHALLProbably both.TRINKETDid you get those papers I sent?Long pause. (We never really saw him touch them.)MARSHALLI have them.TRINKETGood boy.MARSHALLWhat was I supposed to do withthem?TRINKETThink of them as a ticket to abetter life.Marshall is perplexed, as usual.She laughs.TRINKETYou’re going to take thosedocuments to Duncan Sheehy.MARSHALLWho’s that?TRINKETEntrepreneur. He’s a man of power,too. Don’t let him see yourweaknesses. In fact, don’t sayanything. Not a word.EXT. CITY STREET - MORNINGMarshall is staking out Duncan Sheehy’s swanky hi-riseapartment building.Soon his quarry emerges. Dressed in I-don’t-care-what-youthink-of-me hipster chic, DUNCAN SHEEHY (26) is the pictureof youthful energy and success.
22.EXT. DUNCAN’S APARTMENTHe wheels his ten-speed to the curb as Marshall approaches.MARSHALLMister Sheehy?He turns. Sees Marshall holding out a sheaf of papers.DUNCANBusiness stays in the office, man.Marshall shoves the papers into his hands anyway.Duncan reluctantly takes them.DUNCANBetter not be another subpoena.Casual and dismissive, he does a quick riffle.But something catches his attention.He slows down. Looks closer. Straightens his glasses.Smiles and chuckles a little.DUNCANWow!Marshall can’t believe it.DUNCANWhere did you get this?No response.DUNCANDid you write this?No response.DUNCANDoes it work? I mean, I can seethat it works. I’m just surprisednobody has thought of it yet.No response.DUNCANDid the Russians send you?MARSHALLWhat?
23.DUNCANThe Russians. Are you working withthe Russians?No response.DUNCANWhy did you bring this to me?Duncan laughs at his own joke.DUNCANLike, who else would you bring themto? Right?No response.DUNCANWhat do you want for this?Marshall thinks. Hesitates.MARSHALLA job?Duncan stares at him for a few seconds.SMASH CUT TO:INT. MARSHALL’S APARTMENT, BEDROOM - MORNINGSweet bachelor pad. Lots of space and light.Great view.The clock radio alarm is a woman’s electronic voice.CLOCK RADIOGood morning, Mister Lurvey. Timeto get up.The clock makes the sound of WIND CHIMES and OCEAN WAVES.CLOCK RADIOTime to get up, Mister Lurvey.Marshall turns it off and burrows back under the covers.Smiles.
24.FRONT ROOMMarshall is working out on the treadmill. He’s really haulingass.KITCHENThe coffee maker comes on automatically.BATHROOM - LATERCoiffed and showered, Marshall checks his look.He’s trying to copy Duncan’s hipster look. Not quite there.But it’s a lot better than before.INT. REGENT CHEMICAL OFFICE - LATERCubicles, computers, and ringing phones.Marshall nods at assorted “Good Mornings”, coming his way.Glides into his-OFFICEAnother amazing view of the skyline.Big WORLD MAP on the wall. Little push pins all over it.Marshall sits in his comfy executive chair and can’t resist alittle spin to face the window. Whee!Turns back to his array of monitors and starts working.A KNOCK at the door.KIZARD GYÖNK (60’s) pokes his fat round head in.KIZARDGot a second, Marshall?MARSHALLSure, Kiz. What’s up?Kizard sits down. He’s carrying a skinny manila folder.Alligator smile.
25.KIZARDI was talking to Duncan thismorning and he wanted me to checkin on you.Marshall is vaguely alarmed at this.MARSHALLOkay?KIZARDHappy here?MARSHALLSure. It’s terrific. Everything’sgreat.KIZARDPersonal problems, maybe?MARSHALLNothing out of the ordinary. We’rehashing out some divorce details.That’s a bitch.KIZARDIt’s just that-Beat.KIZARDIn terms of.production, we’re notseeing the kind of results we werehoping for at the outset.MARSHALLMeaning what?KIZARDLook, the project you brought us isgoing to be a blockbuster. It’srevolutionary, really.He smiles.MARSHALLDamn right.KIZARDBut the threshold of profitabilityis years off. And you’re notproving yourself to be effective inmoving the timeline, so to speak.
26.MARSHALLThe stock added fifteen percent theday you announced it. And it’s upanother fifteen percent in the lastfour months.KIZARDWe--. That is, Duncan and I,thought it best if we transitionyour role to more of contingencypartner. In the future, if you haveadditional industry insights thatyou’d like to make us aware of-MARSHALLYou’re fucking me.KIZARDExcuse me?MARSHALLAre you hard of hearing you fatfuck?KIZARDIt’s an upsetting subject, so I’lllet that go.MARSHALLDuncan’s not man enough to comedown here himself?KIZARDViewed from the proper perspectiveit is entirely likely that our newagreement may prove to be even morelucrative for you.Kizard takes some papers out of the folder, and slides themacross Marshall’s desk.MARSHALLOh, I get it. Next time I’m beatingoff in the shower and I get abillion dollar idea I should bringit to you fucks? Is that yourstrategy?KIZARDHeidrick was in the meeting too.MARSHALLMust’ve been some party.
27.KIZARDDid you present him with a compoundthat would mimic the formation ofhuman skin?MARSHALLYeah, for burn victims. And aftersurgery. Shooting victims. Militaryapplications, it was-KIZARDHe said it was poisonous.MARSHALLBullshit.KIZARDNot only that, but he said thecompound was so basic and wellknown that any high schoolchemistry student could tellimmediately what it was.MARSHALLNo way.Marshall swings to his monitor and taps out a few keys.Looks at a chemical drawing for a few seconds.His shoulders slump. His bravado evaporates.MARSHALLThis.this is not it. Somebodyhacked my computer.KIZARDNow we have a very fair separationagreement which reflects both yourrelatively short tenure-EXT. REGENT CHEMICAL - LATERMarshall pushes through the doors onto the street.Looks up at the shimmering tower. Flips off the building.His cellphone RINGS. He whips it out.Looks at the i.d.MARSHALLShit.
28.Answers.MARSHALLYeah, Kyle?KYLE CANT is Marshall’s divorce attorney. Young (26), and topof-his-class expensive.KYLEDude! You forget me? We got deposin here that started fifteenminutes ago!MARSHALLI totally forgot. Can you keep themhappy for twenty minutes? I’ll beright there.KYLENobody can make that bitch happy.He laughs at his own joke.MARSHALLYeah. I’ll be right there.KYLEFive hundy an hour, man. Take yourtime.CLICK.INT. KYLE CANT’S LAW OFFICE - LATERTastefully appointed meeting room. Long table dominates.Vanessa and Luke sit with an attorney, WREN GIBSON (40’s).Starvation skinny and dressed in black. A battle-axe-hag.She’s showing Vanessa where her new SHARK TATOO will be.WRENSee, I thought right here or-She holds a by-hand drawing over her hip bone.WRENMaybe like this. But which wayshould he be swimming?VANESSAThat looks great. Very.um--
29.LUKESexy.Vanessa shoots him a look.VANESSAI’ve been thinking about gettingsomething like that.WRENYou totally should. This is a timefor you to make a clean break. Beyour own person. Discover yourself.You’ll find-Marshall barges in. All sweaty, like he jogged over.KYLEThere he is!MARSHALLSorry I’m late.WRENMister Cant, I want you to be awarethat you’ll be receiving an invoicefrom my office for the-Checks the time on her droid.WREN--Thirty-eight minutes we’ve wastedwaiting for your client to arrive.KYLEWe’ll look forward to that, Wren.MARSHALLUgh.Kyle tries to quiet him with a little ‘stop’ hand.KYLEOkay. Based on our previousdiscussions, I’ve drawn up thispreliminary agreement. Basically,you get the house and the car. Wesplit the 401-K, and sharethe.dog. Is that about right?MARSHALLHow are we supposed to share a dog?
30.VANESSAHe’s happier with me anyway.MARSHALLAnd you know this how?WRENWe want to amend the agreement toinclude spousal support.KYLENow?MARSHALLAlimony? Are you fucking kiddingme?WRENMister Cant, I’ll ask you again toplease moderate your client’slanguage. Professional discoursewill benefit everyone. Don’t youagree?MARSHALLThat bitch made me live in thefucking garage for six months.Luke snorts a laugh.KYLEEasy there, big guy. Let’s justhear what they have to say.WRENAs the aggrieved party we feel amodest sum is both warranted andexpected.MARSHALL‘Aggrieved.’ Aggrieved? You’re theaggrieved party? I peed in amayonaise jar while she fucked herboyfriend in my bed. And she’saggrieved? No. No way.VANESSAYou have a job now and you can wellafford to compensate me for all theyears--
31.MARSHALLOh, my job, is it? I got a littlesurprise for you on that front,honey.He points his chin at Luke.MARSHALLYou too, dumb ass.Luke turns to Vanessa.LUKEI told you I’m not taking itanymore.MARSHALLWhat are you even doing here? Howdoes this possibly concern you?LUKEI’m here to support Nessie. In anyway I can.VANESSADon’t call me that here.KYLESee? This is how these meetings getout of hand.WRENWe’re leaving.She gathers some documents.KYLEHold on just a sec. Marshall whydon’t you and I huddle up for aminute?INT. KYLE’S PRIVATE OFFICEDiplomas, books, and a Segway. A Segway? Yes, a Segway.KYLEWhew! You’re like a M.M.A. fighterin there. Do I have to get you arub down?MARSHALLSorry.
32.KYLEThere’s no possible scenario wherethis goes good for you if you can’tkeep it together.Marshall casually glances at a photo on Kyle’s desk.It shows: KYLE AND HIS GIRLFRIEND SMILING IN FRONT A SKILODGE.Marshall does a double take. The girlfriend is Trinket!He forces a couple of blinks.Then the girl in the photo changes into a comely brunette.Marshall huffs a breath.KYLEYou okay? You’re not stroking outon me are you?MARSHALLI got to go.KYLERight. Let me work them over bymyself. I’ll get you a good deal.Don’t worry.Marshall starts walking out.KYLEYou got a check for me today?Marshall pinches his nose. Turns back.Pats his pockets. Lies.MARSHALLI don’t have my checkbook. I’llbring it by tomorrow. Okay?KYLEHow about later today?Marshall just keeps walking.MARSHALLIf that works better for you.
33.EXT. KYLE CANT’S LAW OFFICEBusy city street. Cabs. Busses. Rushed pedestrians.Marshall exits. Flips off the building.Across the street a group of protesters is marching in acircle in front of a fast food restaurant.They have signs that read, “FAIR PAY NOW, ON STRIKE, &JUSTICE FOR ALL,” etc.A PROTESTER (55) is barking slogans into a megaphone.PROTESTERWhat do we want?ASSSEMBLEDJustice!PROTESTERWhen do we want it?ASSSEMBLEDBefore the lunch rush!Marshall watches them briefly.Wait! Was one of the marchers Trinket?Looks again. No. Not there.He starts walking away. Shoulders slumped. Becoming the oldMarshall again.Then the protesters change the chant.ASSSEMBLEDJustice now! Justice now!And somebody bangs a DRUM to the cadence. BOOM, BOOM, BOOM.Marshall whirls!There she is! Trinket is by his side.TRINKETHow’s it going there, old pal ofmine?MARSHALLWhat’s happening to me?Trinket pulls his arm. Stops his walk.
34.Pulls him in.TRINKETOh, baby. I know it hurts. It hurtsbad.MARSHALLAre you doing this to me?TRINKETNo, no, no, no. I’m not here tohurt you. I’m here to help. Makeyou strong.MARSHALLI’m so. What am I going to do?TRINKETDon’t worry, baby. I’m going totake care of you. Trinket is goingto fix it for you.INT. MARSHALL’S APARTMENT, FRONT ROOM - DAYTrinket and Marshall are sitting on a leather couch. A glasscoffee table is littered with the detritus of fast foodburgers and a twelve-pack of beer.MARSHALLWhat I really need is a big idea.Something that will really blowthem away!TRINKETUh huh.MARSHALLHave anything like that?TRINKETDo you?MARSHALLCome on.TRINKETAre you sure?She slides a leg across his lap. Straddles him. Grinds.TRINKETMaybe you just can’t focusproperly.
35.MARSHALLI’m focussed now.Marshall puts his hands on her hips. Tries to kiss her.TRINKETDon’t touch me.She pushes him back.Marshall is disappointed. Confused.TRINKETDo you think I gave you that lastidea?MARSHALLDidn’t you?TRINKETIt didn’t seem familiar to you atall? Like maybe something you sawin a dream or thought about whenyou were in school?MARSHALLWhat? I should recommend morepoison for people?TRINKETIt’s all inside you. Magic. Andpower. And innovation.MARSHALLYou sound like an insurance ad.TRINKETNo jokes!She reaches back to slap him again.He catches her arm on the down swing. Full stop!MARSHALLDon’t. Hit me. Anymore.Trinket smiles. Likes his resolve.TRINKETAll the ideas you need are alreadyinside you. But they’re blocked. Bydoubt. And fear.Marshall struggles to understand.
36.MARSHALLHow do you get rid of fear?TRINKETYou don’t. Fear is confronted.Controlled. Made impotent.MARSHALLWhat am I afraid of?She leans into him. Whispers in his ear.TRINKETBlood.MARSHALLWhat blood? Mine?She giggles.TRINKETNo.MARSHALLYours?TRINKETI would kill you first.He grabs her shoulders. Throws her off.Pins her down in the corner of the couch.MARSHALLOh, yeah?TRINKETDon’t stop there.He gets off her. Paces the room.MARSHALLYou’re a trip. You know that?TRINKETYes.MARSHALLBlood? Give me a fucking break. Didmy wife send you or something?TRINKETYou want me to leave?
37.MARSHALLGod, no.TRINKETYou want me to help you?MARSHALLYou have to.TRINKETDon’t tell me what I ‘have’ to do.I can do whatever I want. I’m free.Remember?MARSHALLI meant ‘please’.TRINKETYour clarity of thinking is beinginterrupted.MARSHALLOkay.TRINKETThe interruption can be describedin one word.MARSHALLWe’re not exchanging vows here.Just say it.TRINKETCuckold.Marshall’s shoulders slump. He shakes his head.TRINKETHumiliation is a powerful,destructive emotion. And you werehumiliated. By a man. A mansleeping with your wife.She gets up. Confronts him.TRINKETHe stole your manhood. You have theright to get it back.MARSHALLBut I didn’t care.
38.TRINKETCorrection. You convinced yourselfnot to care. Out of fear.MARSHALLHow do I get it back?TRINKETOnly one way.MARSHALLThis is the
I’m working on my resume right now. 3. VANESSA And another thing. I don’t want you dumping that disgusting pee jar on my lawn anymore. MARSHALL You mean I can use the bathroom now? VANESSA No. Just dump it in the gutter at
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