tunnel rat posted on April 24, 2010 11:55
EXT.  WIDECOUNTRY HEADQUARTERS – DAWN

               Rudy looks up at his new place of employment.  The shimmering
               structure rises straight up to the sky.  Rudy spins around,
               very excited, as he sees what he's been waiting for.

               A brand new black 2006 Bentley sedan speeds up and parks in a
               reserved spot.  

               The personalized license plate reads: "OC SAMMY"

               Rudy limps over as fast as he can and reaches WideCountry's
               CEO and founder, SAMIR "SAMMY" PESSIAN (49), as he exits his
               Bentley.  He's dressed in a monogrammed button down lavender
               shirt and black velvet loafers.  With a sleek gray mane, he
               could sell time-shares in Mexico or used cars in Long Beach. 
               He has two pinky rings and reeks of new money.

               Sammy notices Rudy's limp and quickly steps by, so Rudy tries
               hard to keep up with him.

                                   SAMMY
                         You're being watched.

               Rudy LAUGHS, then realizes he's serious, so he sticks out his
               hand in greeting.

                                   RUDY
                         Mr. Pessian, good morning.  I'm
                         your newest employee, Rudy Torrent.

               Sammy LAUGHS then becomes very charming as they shake hands. 
               His accent is exotic, something between French and Arabic.

                                   SAMMY
                         Look at you, all ready to go like a
                         fifteen year-old Siberian hooker on
                         her first night in Moscow.
                             (beat)
                         You're in I.T., right?

               Rudy lights up with Sammy's knowledge about him.

                                   RUDY
                         Yes, sir.

                                   SAMMY
                         Sales is where the real money is. 
                         But hey, we're gonna need a lot of
                         geeks to make my vision a reality.

               Rudy isn't sure how to take this comment.  Sammy continues
               after an awkward beat, and points to Rudy's knee.

                                   SAMMY
                         Old war wound?

               Sammy LAUGHS as Rudy looks down at his leg, embarrassed.

                                   RUDY
                         Yes, my knee was blown off in Iraq.

               Sammy shoots him an "I'm sorry" look, but Rudy takes it in
               stride.

                                   RUDY
                         It'll be safer working here, right?

               Rudy and Sammy share a LAUGH.  Sammy likes him instantly.

                                   SAMMY
                         As long as you're not popping pills
                         for that knee.  We have a strict
                         policy against any controlled
                         substances.

                                   RUDY
                         No, of course not.

                                   SAMMY
                         OK, so check in with me next week. 
                         I'm curious how this work
                         environment compares to getting
                         your balls shot at in Iraq.

               Sammy keeps a straight face, so Rudy isn't sure how to take
               it.  But then Sammy LAUGHS, so Rudy does, too.

                                   RUDY
                         I will, Mr. Pessian.

               Sammy puts out his hand and they shake again.

                                   SAMMY
                         It's Sammy.

                                   RUDY
                         Thank you, Sammy.  I'm going to
                         work very hard for you.

                                   SAMMY
                         I know.  That's why we hired you.

               Sammy enters the building, the master of his domain, and Rudy
               takes it all in.  He'd love to be him one day.



               INT.  WIDECOUNTRY HEADQUARTERS – LATER THAT MORNING

               Rudy is escorted through the WideCountry lobby by the sharp
               dressed Mitch from the interview.  He comes on strong again.

                                   MITCH
                         I wrote code like you before
                         jumping to management.
                             (beat)
                         You'll never have that option.

               It's uncomfortable as Mitch sizes up Rudy with obvious
               dislike.  They enter a marbled elevator and remain silent the
               entire ride up.

                                   MITCH
                         What do you think about that?

                                   RUDY
                         Uh, not much, I mean, sure.

                                   MITCH
                         Never take what I say lightly.

               Rudy looks at Mitch and does exactly that as the elevator
               stops on the 9th floor.  They exit.

               A sign reads: APPLICATIONS DEVELOPMENT

               Mitch swipes his badge and opens the door to reveal...

               PANDEMONIUM.  The department covers the entire floor which is
               the size of a football field.  
               There are DOZENS of programmers, many who wear headphones. 
               Workers are on phones as others point and SHOUT over shoulder
               high cubicles.

               Rudy and Mitch continue in silence and reach his pod.  It's a
               12 foot wide, half-square "veal pen" with a workstation in
               each of the two corners.

                                   MITCH
                         This is where we fatten you up
                         before the slaughter.

               Rudy doesn't laugh.  They're off to a very rough start. 
               Mitch introduces the other worker in the pen.

                                   MITCH
                         Ashish, meet our new lamb, Rudy
                         Torrent.

               ASHISH (late 20s) is a mustached, shower shoe-wearing Indian. 
               He turns away from his monitor, silently nods at them, then
               quickly resumes his work.

                                   MITCH
                         Let that be a lesson for how we
                         stay focused here at WideCountry.

               Rudy tries to stay cool, so he sits down and looks at his new
               computer system.

                                   MITCH
                         Ashish, is a project manager. 
                         Please help Rudy with his logins,
                         map his drives, the works.

                                   ASHISH
                         But he needs logon.

                                   MITCH
                         I know, call tech.
                             (beat)
                         Oh wait, you guys are tech!

               Mitch LAUGHS really hard at this, so Ashish does as well,
               though it's clear he didn't get the lame joke.

                                   MITCH
                         This is where I scoot.

                                   RUDY
                         Thank you, Mitch.

               Rudy goes to shake Mitch's hand but he's already on the move. 
               Ashish scribbles on a Post-It and hands it to Rudy.

                                   ASHISH
                         Use this password.

                                   RUDY
                         Thanks, Ashish.
                             (beat)
                         So, you're a project manager, huh?

                                   ASHISH
                         Yes.

               Rudy waits for more, but there won't be anything coming.

                                   RUDY
                         Cool, so how long you been here?

                                   ASHISH
                         Month.  First job in America.

                                   RUDY
                         That was a tough interview, huh? 
                         They grilled me.

                                   ASHISH
                         Grill?

               Ashish doesn't understand English very well.

                                   RUDY
                         Yeah, uh, how'd you do on that
                         prime number puzzle?

                                   ASHISH
                         No puzzle.  I did phone interview
                         from Mumbai.

                                   RUDY
                         Mumbai, wow, and now you live here?

                                   ASHISH
                         Yes, at hotel.  Walk to work.  It's
                         great.

               Ashish looks at his cheap watch and stands up, suddenly in a
               hurry.

                                   ASHISH
                         Meeting time.

                                   RUDY
                         Should I go?

               But Ashish exits without answering.  Rudy tries to take it in
               stride, so he sticks the Post-It note on his monitor, cracks
               his knuckles, and sits back in his chair.

               Suddenly, a head from the next veal pen pops up.  This is
               CLIPPER (late 20s), another white programmer.  He sports a
               faux-hawk hairdo and neck tattoo.

                                   CLIPPER
                         Hey, Rudy.  I'm Clipper.  Overheard
                         Bitch, uh, I mean Mitch, introduce
                         you to Ashtray.  Of course he
                         skipped me.  Bitch, uh, I mean
                         Mitch, hates white guys, fyi.

                                   RUDY
                         At least he's a cheerful bitch, uh,
                         I mean Mitch.

               They share a LAUGH and shake hands.

                                   CLIPPER
                         Come on, we can't miss the show.

               Rudy grabs a pen and note pad and follows Clipper.



               INT.  WIDECOUNTRY CONFERENCE ROOM – MOMENTS LATER

               Mitch mans a remote mouse and runs his weekly "Project Plan &
               Status" meeting.  A projector displays a spreadsheet with
               assignments, milestones, and cryptic acronyms.

                                   MITCH
                         Go live for Phase Two is set for
                         six weeks from today if QA is ready
                         and UAT is complete.

               Ashish stares at the notepad in front of him while others
               thumb their Blackberries.  They all turn as the door opens,
               expecting to see Sammy...

               But Rudy and Clipper enter and take seats at the round table
               with everyone else.  Mitch pounces on Rudy again.

                                   MITCH
                         Have you all met Rudy, our new web
                         developer?

               The Group turns to Rudy, smiling pleasantly.

                                   MITCH
                         I'm not sure he knows what he's
                         doing here, but we need warm
                         bodies!

               Mitch LAUGHS, as do a few other kiss-asses.  Rudy isn't sure
               what to say, but he doesn't want to be branded like that.

                                   RUDY
                         Hi everyone.  I know what I'm
                         doing.  And if I don't, I'm not
                         afraid to ask questions.

               Awkward silence fills the room.  Clipper breaks the tension.

                                   CLIPPER
                         Fresh meat!

               The room erupts in nervous chuckles.  Clipper turns to Rudy
               for a fist-bump.  Rudy lightens up a bit, just as...

               The conference room swings open and Sammy enters, the clear
               Alpha Male.

                                   SAMMY
                         Listen up, everyone.  We're on
                         track to have our first billion
                         dollar quarter for "sub-prime"
                         loans...but I want more!

               Everyone CHEERS, including Rudy, eager to follow their
               charismatic leader.

                                   SAMMY
                         Loan origination takes an average
                         of 28 days.  That's a huge problem. 
                         If we could cut it in half, we'd
                         double our volume.
                             (beat)
                         Does anyone know why it takes so
                         fucking long?

                                   MITCH
                         The paperwork.

                                   SAMMY
                         Exactly, Mitch!  Signing, faxing,
                         mailing, and pushing piles and
                         piles of paper is KILLING US!
                             (beat)
                         And that's where you all come in.

               Everyone is excited to be included.

                                   SAMMY
                         Banks, title companies, realtors,
                         every chump in the biz relies on
                         paper docs...and that's our
                         opportunity!

               The team looks to each other, very engaged.

                                   SAMMY
                         Imagine a website where people can
                         apply for a home loan, process
                         their own mortgage, and get funded
                         with no hassles and no paperwork!

               Sammy SLAMS HIS FIST on the conference table.

                                   SAMMY
                         This is a game changer.  A new
                         software platform and framework for
                         self-processing loans, with all
                         documents done digitally online!

               Sammy circles the room, eye-balling each person.

                                   SAMMY
                         I call it PEAK FRAMEWORK!

                                   CLIPPER
                         But what about the signatures?

                                   SAMMY
                         Digital signatures are now legally
                         binding.  So if we do it right, we
                         eliminate the notaries, appraisers,
                         title reps, and escrow assholes.
                             (beat)
                         As soon as YOU create the software,
                         WE can capture their fees!

                                   MITCH
                         Sammy and I created a requirements
                         doc.  To be first to market, we
                         must launch in six months.

               The programmers look at each other, shaking their heads. 
               Wow, only six months!  That's nearly impossible.

                                   SAMMY
                         I know, I know.  Six months is half
                         the time other shops would require.
                             (beat)
                         But they don't have you...the
                         greatest technology team ever
                         assembled in the sub-prime space!

               Sammy passes by Rudy and slyly drops an envelope in his lap.

                                   SAMMY
                         I'm counting on every single person
                         in this room.

               Sammy exits, so Rudy looks down at the envelope.

               It reads: RUDY TORRENT



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