Very Bad Things Page #4

WIDER to reveal, David Boyd in the flesh, suit jacket off,

pounding away, sinking the sign into the front yard of a

cute little house. His CELL PHONE RINGS. Boyd, gets the phone

from his jacket.

BOYD:

(into phone)

David Boyd. Tina. Great. Okay. Here's

the deal, we're talking five guys.

Hard Rock. Nice guys Tina. My friends.

Yeah. I'm calling you directly so

you don't have to go through the

agency...

(suddenly, over his

shoulder)

HEY! DO NOT ENTER THE HOUSE!

(back into phone)

That's correct. Cash straight to

you. Yes. Twelve hundred? I don't

think so. It's just stripping. Just

a show. Hold on.

(O.C.)

Could you please wait off the

property?

ANGLE ON A YOUNG COUPLE, obviously here to see the house.

MAN:

We're just trying to sneak a peak.

BOYD:

Just stay off the property until I'm

off the phone.

MAN:

Why?

BOYD:

Cause that's the way they do it.

Bewildered and somewhat intimidated, they back off.

BOYD:

(back into phone)

So it's five guys, Hard Rock Casino.

Nine hundred bucks and you do the

thing with the rubber hoses. Are you

in? Tina, are you in? Good.

Boyd hangs up, puts on his jacket and turns with the same

bizarre insincere smile in his photo. Hand extended...

BOYD:

David Boyd, nice to meet you.

FISHER AND LIZ IN LINE

LIZ:

Why do you feel the need to explore

this side of your personality?

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