See Fred's silhouette through his office door as he finishes a call. |
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Fred's bodyguard TIMBO smokes a cigarette, leans against a car lift. Doesn't notice as BILLY sneaks up behind him, strangling him with a chain! Timbo fights but has no leverage as Billy chains him to the lift... And RAISES the lift, suspending Timbo above! |
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Startled by the commotion, Fred storms out of his office... Only to get WHACKED with a tire iron from behind! |
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Fred awakens, suspended from an engine pulley... Sees Billy.
FRED What the hell are you thinking? Do you fully understand the ramifications of your actions? |
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| Billy hits a button. The mechanical pulley slowly circles the room on an overhead conveyor. | |||
| Fred has to swing his legs side-to-side to avoid jagged tools and burning torches... | |||
BILLY I've always understood the ramifications. I just don't care. |
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FRED Why'd you do that to Timbo? Timbo liked you. I liked you. I like you. I really do Billy. You're acting a little crazy - and I respect that - but I still like you. |
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BILLY You owe me something. |
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FRED What do I owe you? Huh? Just tell me. I'm good for it. |
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BILLY Respect. |
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FRED Done. Easy. I've always respected you. |
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BILLY And $5 Million in lost earnings. |
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FRED How's that? |
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BILLY The $5 Million I would've made if I hadn't thrown that game for you. About what you made from betting on it.
FRED Of course, of course. You're due your due. But I don't got it. I mean, not this minute. We can work something out. We can always work something out.
The conveyor reaches the end of the track, stops. Fred relaxes. Billy takes the chain dangling from Fred's bound legs and hooks it to another conveyance.
BILLY I knew you'd come up with something Fred.
FRED Well OK, brass tacks. Why don't you let me down.
Billy turns on the conveyances. They start pulling Fred in opposite directions...
BILLY I'm not the only one you mistreated Fred. You need to accept responsibility for your other actions. For what you've done to Greta... and Ava... |
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The machines shut down. Jack stands by the power breakers.
JACK What fun have I been missin'. |
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| Billy watches cautiously as Jack approaches. | |||
FRED Get me down from here Jack. |
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JACK In time. (to Billy, inspecting the deathtrap) Creative. |
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| Jack drops a briefcase beneath Fred with a THUD. | |||
JACK (CONT'D) Here are your illicit sovereign bonds, current value $6.2 Million. I checked the markets at close. Enough to cover your debt to Mr. Speck I suppose. |
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FRED MacMurray... |
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JACK I'm not the businessman. You two can figure out the numbers. |
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Billy grabs the briefcase. Opens it, offers a handful of bonds to Jack. But he refuses. Billy runs for the door. |
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BILLY (V.O.) Greta had it right. It was about the truest things, even if they were the hardest, even if they were dull.
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Jack heads back to the door. |
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FRED Jack, get me down from here. You hear me! I pay you to keep me safe! |
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Jack reaches the breakers.
JACK You pay me to clean up the messes. I'll be back in fifteen minutes.
He hits the switch. The machines come back to life. Fred screams in agony while Billy watches.
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