Gold Page #2

ROY:

A little eye opener, Kenny?

WELLS:

Breakfast of champions, Roy. Breakfast

of champions.

Wells raises his glass in his signature salute.

5.

WELLS (CONT’D)

To the mother lode.

Wells pounds the whiskey and WE GO...

INT. THE THREE GREENHORNS BAR - BACK BOOTH - LATER

Wells sits at his “desk” -- the corner booth in the back of

the bar. Working one of the two phones on the table. He

flicks the ash from his smoke into a half full ashtray.

WELLS:

(into phone)

...It’s an outstanding opportunity,

which is why I’m calling you

personally. The geologic reports are

encouraging and we’re taking a very

aggressive position. We’re looking at

yields in the high six figures.

A prospectus? ...Of course, I can mail

one right out. I should tell you,

though - this offering is already

oversubscribed. I’m taking out of my

own holdings to cover demand but hey,

we can always get you in on the next

one... I understand. Look, why don’t

I give you a ring this afternoon and

we’ll see if there are any parcels

left. Well, if you just give me...

Click. Another one that got away.

WELLS (CONT’D)

You have a pleasant day...

He hangs up the receiver and grabs his drink, a HAND stops it

before it reaches his lips.

KAY:

11:
15, Kenny.

WELLS:

Oh, Christ.

He hops out of the booth. Maybe drinking all morning suddenly

not the best idea.

KAY:

There’s a fresh shirt in the “office.”

WELLS:

Where would I be without you?

5A.

KAY:

Sittin’ right here.

Wells grabs his briefcase and heads into his adjunct office.

6.

INT. GREENHORNS BATHROOM - DAY

Fresh shirt laid out. Wells gives himself a sink bath.

Electric shave. Visine. Gargle of Scope.

And WE GO...

INT. THE THREE GREENHORNS BAR - MOMENTS LATER

Wells emerges, transformed, presents himself to Kay.

KAY:

It’s a miracle.

WELLS:

A million bucks?

Her looks says let’s not get carried away, but she says:

KAY:

Two million.

He drains his drink.

WELLS:

I’ll come by for you after. We’ll

celebrate.

KAY:

I’ll have my dancing shoes on.

Down the bar a NICKEL SLOT MACHINE noisily pays out. They both

see this as a good sign.

WELLS:

I’ve got a good feeling about this.

And he’s off. And WE GO:

INT. COLEMAN & MEAD CAPITAL GROUP - RECEPTION - DAY

TIGHT ON a PICTORIAL in Northern Prospector. Wells, in the

reception of a local investment bank, flipping pages. Flip

Flip. Checks his watch, looks at the receptionist, BEV.

WELLS:

Any idea how much longer, Bev?

BEV:

Shouldn’t be too much longer now,

Kenny. How you been?

6A.

He makes the so-so gesture with his hand. Two bankers enter.

LLOYD STANTON (30’s) and HENRY ANDREWS, even younger, in nicer

suits, with looks on their faces that say, “Let’s get this

over with.” Stanton extends his hand.

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