The Game Page #7

FEINGOLD:

Mind holding this... ?

Nicholas reluctantly takes it, keeping it at arms length.

INT. FEINGOLD'S OFFICE -- DAY

Feingold types at his computer. Nicholas stands, looking

through the pile of forms on a clipboard.

FEINGOLD:

(TYPES in keyboard)

V-A-N... O-R-T-O-N...

(studies screen)

A gift from Conrad Van Orton.

Interesting...

NICHOLAS:

What is?

Feingold picks up his Chinese food, eats using chop-sticks.

The BOX features a grinning CARTOON PANDA mascot,

FEINGOLD:

(still studying screen)

Your brother was a client with our

London branch. We do a sort of

informal scoring. His numbers were

outstanding.

(holds up box)

Sure you're not hungry at all... ?

Tung Hoy, best in Chinatown...

NICHOLAS:

No, thank you.

FEINGOLD:

(eating, mouth full)

You need to fill out those forms.

Application, psych-tests: M.M.P.I.

and T.A.T. For the financial

questionnaire, don't answer anything

you don't feel like. We'll run a

T.R.W....

Nicholas looks through the densely written forms.

NICHOLAS:

(reading FORM)

"I sometimes hurt small animals.

True or False?" "I feel guilty when

I masturbate..."

Nocholas looks up, skeptical. Feingold shrugs, embarrassed.

FEINGOLD:

I don't write the questions. I just

review them.

NICHOLAS:

What's all this for?

FEINGOLD:

We want a sense of your overall

capabilities, limitations, turn-ons,

turn-offs...

NICHOLAS:

No, I mean, what is it FOR? What

are you selling?

FEINGOLD:

Oh... it's a game.

NICHOLAS:

A game?

FEINGOLD:

Tailored specifically to each

participant. Think of it as a great

vacation, except you don't go to it,

it comes to you.

NICHOLAS:

What kind of vacation?

FEINGOLD:

It's different every time.

NICHOLAS:

(patience waning)

Humor me with specifics.

FEINGOLD:

We provide whatever's lacking.

NICHOLAS:

And if nothing's lacking?

FEINGOLD:

May I make two suggestions... ?

NICHOLAS:

Do you really expect me to

participate without knowing a single

thing?

FEINGOLD:

First, admit to yourself that it

sounds intriguing. Second, you don't

have to decide today. Take the silly

tests, fill out the forms. One day,

the game begins. You either love it

or hate it. Decide then. We're like

an experimental Book-of-the-Month-

Club; drop out at any time with no

further obligation.

(smiles)

That was my sales pitch.

Nicholas thumbs thru the forms one last time...

NICHOLAS:

How long will these take?

FEINGOLD:

An hour for those... maybe another

for the physical.

NICHOLAS:

Physical?

FEINGOLD:

Cursory examination. Turn-your-head-

and-cough sort of thing. You'll be

out of here in no time.

Feingold takes out a ballpoint pen, clicks it and offers it

to Nicholas. Nicholas takes it.

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