Tyrant Page #4

(after a beat)

There’s no way you could have

SOMEONE co-sign, someone with some

assets -- friends, or family -

BARRY:

No.

Molly gives Barry a quick look.

BANKER:

Because that would help...

BARRY:

There’s no one like that in our

lives. Sorry. There’s just not.

BANKER:

Then I’m afraid submitting this to

the credit committee is a waste of

time.

11-27-12 9.

BEAT. Barry accepts this, grimaces fatefully, rises -

BARRY:

Alright then. Thanks for your help.

-- but Molly stops him.

MOLLY:

Wait.

Molly turns back to the Banker.

MOLLY (CONT’D)

We’re booked up solid every day. We

can meet those numbers, we can.

BANKER:

I’m sure you can, Mrs. Al-Fahed.

But I’m not the one who decides.

And the economy, as you know, is

not what it was. I’m sorry.

MOLLY:

Just submit the application. If you

would. We’ll take our chances with

the committee.

The Banker adopts an official smile, a patient tone -

BANKER:

Okay. We’ll be in touch.

MOLLY:

Thank you.

Molly exits past Barry. The Banker gives Barry a smile that’s

PITYING and heads off the other way. OFF BARRY: UNMANNED.

EXT. AL-FAHED HOUSE - NIGHT

Establishing.

EMMA (O.S.)

Listen to this...

INT. AL-FAHED RESIDENCE, KITCHEN - NIGHT

Sammy is eating cold pizza from a take-out box as Emma reads

from an iPad, horrified.

11-27-12 10.

EMMA:

...they blew up grandpa’s limo last

year. Twice!

SAMMY:

Yeah, they blew up the limo but

they didn’t blow up Grandpa. The

backseat of that thing is, like,

armor-clad. We’ll be fine.

(after a bite)

We’re like royalty there, Emma.

You’re like a fat Kate Middleton.

EMMA:

Which makes you what... a gay

Prince Harry?

SAMMY:

How do you know he isn’t gay? He

seems totally closeted to me.

EMMA:

You do realize they hang gays,

right? And not hang out WITH. HANG.

They hear the front door open. Sammy lowers his voice.

SAMMY:

If you can keep your mouth shut for

once, I should be fine.

Sammy gets up, washes his hands, as Molly enters, frowning.

MOLLY:

I asked you to wait for your father

and me. We brought in Chinese.

SAMMY:

I have homework.

EMMA:

Do I really have to go?

SAMMY:

She’s been doing this all night.

Tell her for once in her life, she

won’t be the fattest girl at the

wedding.

MOLLY:

Sammy, don’t talk like that.

11-27-12 11.

SAMMY:

I’m just saying, this is your

moment, Em! Seize that sh*t!

Sammy exits, passing Barry as he enters, bearing Chinese.

BARRY:

I thought we were having a family

dinner. Where are you going?

SAMMY:

Homework.

EMMA:

(to Molly)

Don’t take my word for it, read

what Dad’s friend’s been writing.

She slides the iPad toward Molly as Barry sets the bags down.

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