tunnel rat posted on April 25, 2010 13:03
EXT. WIDECOUNTRY HEADQUARTERS – LATER THAT NIGHT

               Rudy exits, flush with the excitement of his first day on the
               job.  He reaches his beater truck, opens the glove
               compartment, and quickly finds his painkillers.  But instead
               of taking the pills, he dumps them into a nearby trash can.



               INT. RUDY'S TRUCK - NIGHT

               Rudy and Carina drive in his pickup truck.  Carina holds the
               same envelope and reads the invitation, very excited.

                                   CARINA
                         "In celebration of WideCountry's
                         billion dollar quarter, you are
                         cordially invited to the home of
                         Samir Pessian."
                             (beat)
                         What did you have to do, blow him?

                                   RUDY
                         No, but that would be the
                         responsible thing to...

               And before he can even finish, Carina goes down on Rudy...



               EXT. SAMMY'S MANSION – MOMENTS LATER

               And she finishes just as Rudy pulls into Sammy's driveway in
               Newport Coast.

               Palm trees and fountains glisten in the sunset as cool jazz
               echoes from the estate in BG.

               Just as Rudy pulls the pickup to the Valet Parking Attendant,
               it BACKFIRES, then LURCHES FORWARD!  Rudy and Carina exit the
               truck, embarrassed, and walk away.
 
INT. SAMMY'S MANSION – SAME

               The mansion is filled with Persian new money, WideCountry
               mortgage brokers, Orange County cougars, and more than a few
               working girls.

               Rudy and Carina walk past the marbled luxury and make their
               way poolside where guests sip cocktails and nibble on finger
               food.  Carina can hardly contain herself at the display of
               wealth.

                                   CARINA
                         This is all gonna be yours, Rudy. 
                         I can feel it.

               Rudy just LAUGHS at her and they kiss.

                                   RUDY
                         What are you talking about?  This
                         place must be worth seven or eight
                         million bones...

               Sammy overhears Rudy and surprises him.

                                   SAMMY
                         Ten point two, and rising quickly.
                             (beat)
                         Welcome, Rudy!

               Sammy is decked out like he belongs in a Tony Bahama catalog.

                                   RUDY
                         Sammy, hello.  This is Carina.

               All smiles and charm, Sammy clasps Carina's hand and bows
               slightly.

                                   SAMMY
                         Carina, thank you for coming.

               Sammy hands Carina a glass of champagne and smiles wide.

                                   CARINA
                         Thank you for having us.

                                   SAMMY
                         You're welcome, but I do need to
                         steal Rudy for a moment.

                                   CARINA
                         Of course.  I'll go mingle.

               Sammy and Rudy depart into the shadows of the party.

               MOMENTS LATER

               Rudy lights a cigarette and accepts a cocktail from a server.

                                   SAMMY
                         My employees are family, Rudy.  But
                         I never had a Hungarian family
                         member.  When did your family come
                         to America?

                                   RUDY
                         I was four.  My father pushed me on
                         an air mattress across the water
                         from Hungary to Italy.
                             (beat, getting emotional)
                         Soldiers killed my mother.

                                   SAMMY
                         And you joined the Corps after
                         9/11, served in Iraq, killed a man.

               Rudy is surprised that he knows about that.

                                   RUDY
                         That wasn't on my resume.

                                   SAMMY
                         Data is my business.  Before I hire
                         someone, I know their data, Killer.
                             (beat)
                         Mind if I call you Killer?

                                   RUDY
                         Uhh, no.  Go ahead.

               Rudy feels strange, but lets it blow over.  He gets lost in
               the mansion and the views of Catalina.

                                   SAMMY
                         Great warriors, you Huns, much like
                         my Persian ancestors who fought
                         yours on the plains of Asia.  And
                         here we are, working together.
                             (beat)
                         What do you think of my enterprise?

                                   RUDY
                         I'm very impressed, and curious.

                                   SAMMY
                         Good.  I need talent like you to
                         make WideCountry grow.  Men with
                         hunger, drive, and balls.

                                   RUDY
                         I'm your man, Sammy.

               Rudy's blunt confidence appeals to Sammy.

                                   SAMMY
                         You remind me of myself.  My family
                         came here from Iran with only the
                         clothes on our back and a few
                         dollars stuffed in our suitcases.

               A long beat as each man takes a swig from his drink.

                                   SAMMY
                         You know what WideCountry sells?

                                   RUDY
                         Sub-prime mortgages.

                                   SAMMY
                         Not so fast, Rudy.  Think big and
                         you will see, we sell the American
                         Dream!  We make it happen for
                         people with computers, servers,
                         systems.  Without technology,
                         there'd be no sub-prime market, no
                         loans, nothing but rich fucks like
                         me showing up with fifty or a
                         hundred percent cash down to buy a
                         house.
                             (beat)
                         But now your dad, a poor cabbie all
                         his life, can own a home.

               Rudy shoots Sammy a surprised look.  He knows about his dad?

                                   SAMMY
                         Remember, I'm in the data business.

                                   RUDY
                         It sure would be a dream come true
                         if my dad ever owned a house.

                                   SAMMY
                         Exactly, and that's why you're
                         here...to help dreams come true.
                             (beat)
                         Everyone has the same primal urge. 
                         We want a better life than our
                         parents had.

               Sammy waltzes around Rudy, slightly drunk, his open arms
               waving at his estate.

                                   SAMMY
                         And those dreams give us the means!
                             (beat)
                         Look at all this.  Twenty thousand
                         a month just in fuckin' upkeep.
                             (beat)
                         The Hindus call it karma.  I call
                         it the spoils of war.

                                   RUDY
                         War?

                                   SAMMY
                         Every day is a fucking battle. 
                         Feds, regulators, agents, and evil
                         forces conspiring to separate us
                         from our hard-earned living.
                             (beat)
                         But enough about the jackals...what
                         drives you, Rudy?

                                   RUDY
                         Uh, I like to code.

                                   SAMMY
                         Code!  That's it?

                                   RUDY
                         I love the design, the
                         architecture, the analysis, it's
                         like being a chef.

                                   SAMMY
                         But who wants to cook when you can
                         order the meal and eat...

               Sammy sweeps his arms and spills his drink.

                                   SAMMY
                         ALL OF THIS!

               They both consider this for a long beat, then stroll back to
               the party with a closer bond.  Sammy puts his arm around
               Rudy's shoulder.

                                   SAMMY
                         You will let me know if you see
                         anything strange happening at the
                         office, right?

                                   RUDY
                         Of course.

                                   SAMMY
                         It's funny, but in some ways I need
                         you just as much as you need me.

                                   RUDY
                         You have my word, Sammy.

               Sammy puts his arm around Rudy, very happy.

                                   SAMMY
                         Remember, do what's right, and
                         those dreams give us the means.


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United States Rat Pack
April 25. 2010 18:44
Rat Pack

Okay, this part reads like something out of Scarface.  "Don't fuck with me, Rudy.  Don't you ever try to fuck me."  etc. etc.

I'm liking this.


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