Klondike Page #3
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- 2014
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Before Colleague can respond, Bill excuses himself, pardons
his way through the crowd to Epstein & the Concierge.
BILL (TO CONCIERGE, REASSURING)
(CONT’D)
It’s okay. He’s with me.
Concierge relents. Bill and Epstein step inside the party.
Epstein’s got a sh*t-eating grin. Bill, pleased as hell to
see him:
BILL (CONT’D)
See you wore your finest.
(re Epstein’s natty wool
suit)
Are there actually moths in there?
EPSTEIN:
This coming from a guy who looks
like a constipated penguin.
They embrace with a sincere pat on the back.
EPSTEIN (CONT’D)
Congratulations, brother.
They separate. Colleague has appeared.
BILL:
Richard. Meet Byron Epstein.
Colleague nods affably, but you can tell the man’s a bit
confused about Epstein’s low-brow presence here.
COLLEAGUE (TO BILL)
Come over. I want you to meet the
telephone guys.
7.
Bill meets eyes with Epstein. A knowing look there.
BILL:
Actually, we’ve got a train to
catch.
A waiter passes. Epstein procures two glasses of champagne.
As he hands one to Bill:
COLLEAGUE:
Where’re you headed?
EPSTEIN:
West.
COLLEAGUE:
West? Why west?
BILL (WRY)
Because that’s where every young
man goes...
COLLEAGUE:
Yeah, but what’s out there?
BILL (SUBTLE GLEE)
I don’t know.
EPSTEIN:
And that, my friend...
(swallows champagne)
...is exactly the point.
As Bill and Epstein clink glasses--CUT TO-
EXT. URBAN TRAIN STATION - DAY
--the duo moving quickly through the bustling downtown
station. Around them, the advanced urban sprawl of 1897
America. They reach the train just as it’s set to depart. As
they climb aboard, settle on the steps-
EPSTEIN:
Can still back out. You did, after
all, have more opportunity back in
that room than most human beings
will have in a lifetime.
BILL:
Wouldn't be on my terms.
EPSTEIN:
(invigorated)
All I know is you may be highfalutin
school-boy, and all that,
but soon as we hit on that train,
and we're about 2000 miles that
way, that diploma of yours won't be
anything more than a piece of
paper. Just be us, a couple of men
on the land.
(MORE)
8.
EPSTEIN (CONT'D)
And damn if it's not gonna be me
with the idea that makes us rich.
BILL:
We wanna bet on this?
EPSTEIN:
1000 bucks.
BILL:
You don't got 1000 bucks.
EPSTEIN:
Not yet I don’t.
(puts a hand out)
1000 bucks. I'm the guy the comes
up with the idea that makes us
rich.
Bill’s eyes, though, are on the COMMUTERS hurrying by in the
station with their suits and valises. Brow-furrowed, stressed-
out ants, all of them.
BILL:
What if I say it's not about
getting rich for me?
EPSTEIN:
Then I'd say you're full of sh*t.
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