Affliction Page #4

WADE:

Evan. He's a mucky-muck union official

from Massachusetts. You're lucky.

JACK:

Don't know about lucky. The guy's a

full-blown a**hole. Pay's good,

though. $100 a day. I got to guarantee

a kill, of course. Which I can do.

There's some monster bucks hiding

out up there.

WADE:

How'd you get the job?

JACK:

Gordon, he's always got some angle

working. He wants to keep Twombley

happy, I'm his boy.

Wade grimaces as he passes the joint back.

HETTIE:

What's wrong with you?

WADE:

Toothache.

(to Jack)

You should get close to him. Make

yourself irreplaceable. Guy's loaded.

JACK:

Like you and Gordon?

WADE:

Right. The sonofabitch couldn't get

along without me.

JACK:

(laughs)

Yeah, he'd go broke tomorrow if you

quit him.

WADE:

(laughs)

Right!

A car flashes past.

JACK:

Bastard's got his high beams on.

WADE:

(watching)

Sh*t.

HETTIE:

What?

WADE:

My ex-wife Lillian and her husband.

That was them in the Audi that just

passed us.

JACK:

Audi's a good car.

HETTIE:

What's she up here for?

WADE:

Aw, sh*t, she's here to get Jill. Me

and Jill had a little argument. Jack,

I got to get back, get back to town.

Move this thing, will you? See if

you can get back to the Town Hall

before they get there, okay?

JACK:

Piece of f***ing cake.

Jack brakes, wheels the 4x4 around, heads back to town.

CUT TO:

EXT. TOWN HALL - NIGHT

Most parents have left or are leaving with their costumed

children. Hewitt's burgundy pickup breaks alongside the Audi.

Wade swings open the passenger door, jumps to the ground:

WADE:

Lillian!

LILLIAN:

Where's Jill?

LILLIAN, 40, attractive in an ankle-length hooded coat.

Whatever pose Wade strikes, she strikes the opposite. Her

dress and demeanor set her apart.

WADE:

Me and Jill, we just had a little

spat. She felt kind of left out, I

guess, from not knowing some of the

new kids --

LILLIAN:

Where is she now? Is she in the truck

with your friends?

Jack and Hettie neck inside the cab.

WADE:

She told me she wanted to wait for

you. Inside.

Jill at the window in her tiger mask. Lillian waves; Jill

motions she'll be down.

LILLIAN:

While you went off for a few beers

with your friends? Is that Hettie

Rodgers there, with whatzizname?

WADE:

Yeah.

LILLIAN:

She's grown up some, hasn't she?

WADE:

Oh, Jesus, lay off, will you? It

looks like you've won this f***ing

round already, so lay off a little,

for Christ's sake.

HORNER, 45, Lillian's new husband, thin with thinning hair

and a Tyrolean hat, sees Jill at the entrance and heads toward

her.

WADE:

Horner! Leave her be. This's got

nothing to do with you, so just act

like the chauffeur. Got it?

HORNER:

Wade. Nobody wants any trouble.

Horner greets Jill, walks her to the silver Audi. Passing

parents, listening, give Wade a wide berth.

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