E scenes 170e - 178 omitted 170e

 

 

A INT. STRATTON OAKMONT III - DONNIE'S OFFICE - DAY 178A

*

(LATE SUMMER `95) *

 

Donnie is seated at his desk, freaking out and trying to *

figure out what to do. He exits. *

 

 

INT. STRATTON OAKMONT III - JORDAN'S OFFICE - DAY 179

(LATE SUMMER `95)

 

With a flourish, Donnie presents a bottle full of ludes. *

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DONNIE

Jord, do I have a surprise for *

you. Twenty real lemons! A retired *

pharmacist friend of mine's been *

sitting on these the last 15 *

years. *

 

JORDAN

You fucking serious?!

 

CLOSE ON -- a Lemmon 714 Quaalude; pure white, with

trademark ridged edges.

 

JORDAN (V.O.) (CONT'D)

The Lemmon 714 was the Holy Grail

of Quaaludes, outlawed since the

`80s and three times as powerful

as anything available today. For

a Quaalude addict, it was like

finding a 1952 Chateau Margaux.

 

CLOSE ON -- Donnie gauging Jordan's excitement, waiting

for the right moment to admit his fuck-up.

 

DONNIE(V.O.)

I'd been saving these for a

special occasion, like a birthday

or celebrating our money being out

of the country. Instead I thought

I'd better use `em to help break

the news about Brad.

 

 

INT. JORDAN'S ESTATE - MASTER BATHROOM - DAY 180

(LATE SUMMER `95)

 

In his underwear, Jordan kneels over the toilet, sticking

his fingers down his throat to make himself vomit.

 

JORDAN (V.O.)

That night I cleared my schedule

and rid my body of anything that

could fuck with my high. It was

celebration time.

 

He takes a box off the counter marked "Active Enema".

He squats and administers it...

 

 

181 INT. JORDAN'S ESTATE - BASEMENT - NIGHT (LATE SUMMER `95) 181

 

Massive, with a wet bar, media center and full gym.

Giddy as kids on Christmas, Jordan and Donnie sit on the

couch, the bottle of Lemmons before them.

 

JORDAN

Start with one, see how it goes?

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DONNIE

My guy says one's all we'll need.

Salut'.

 

Excited, they each pop a lude, toast with hot sake'...

 

DISSOLVE TO:

 

 

182 INT. JORDAN'S ESTATE - BASEMENT - LATER (LATE SUMMER `95) 182

 

Bored, Jordan and Donnie sit on the couch watching

"Family Matters" on TV.

 

JORDAN

You feeling anything?

 

DONNIE

Nope.

(glances at watch)

Thirty five minutes.

 

JORDAN

Maybe we've built up a tolerance

all these years?

 

Donnie shrugs; they pop another, wash it down with sake'.

 

DISSOLVE TO:

 

 

183 INT. JORDAN'S ESTATE - BASEMENT - LATER (LATE SUMMER `95) 183

 

With Jordan running on the treadmill, Donnie pumps away

on an exercise bike nearby. They're both sweating.

 

DONNIE

This is bullshit, man. My fucking

metabolism's pumping and I don't

feel shit.

 

JORDAN

They're old, maybe they lost their

potency.

 

Donnie leans over, picks up the bottle. Reads the label.

 

DONNIE

January `81. They're fucking

duds.

 

He shakes out more pills, two more apiece. As they pop

them, a very pregnant Naomi descends the stairs, now very

pregnant.

 

NAOMI

What are you two retards doing?

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JORDAN

Nothing. Working out.

 

NAOMI

(a look; then)

Bo Dietl's on the phone.

 

Naomi heads back upstairs. Jordan picks up the phone.

 

JORDAN

Bo, hey, what's up?

 

 

184 INT. BO DIETL'S CADILLAC - NIGHT (LATE SUMMER `95) 184

 

Bo Dietl talks on his cell phone.

 

BO DIETL

I need to talk to you, but not on

this phone.

 

INTERCUT JORDAN AND BO

 

JORDAN

Why, what's--

 

BO DIETL

Leave the house, call me back

from a pay phone, you hear me?

 

 

185 EXT. JORDAN'S ESTATE - NIGHT (LATE SUMMER `95) 185

 

Jordan pulls his Lamborghini out of the driveway.

 

JORDAN (V.O.)

The Brookville Country Club was a

WASP stronghold, a straight shot

down the road from my house.

 

 

186 EXT. BROOKVILLE COUNTRY CLUB - NIGHT (LATE SUMMER `95) 186

 

Jordan pulls up, exits the car in sweats, flip-flops and

a T-shirt. He hustles up a staircase into...

 

 

187 INT. BROOKVILLE COUNTRY CLUB - NIGHT (LATE SUMMER `95) 187

 

Jordan stands at a pay phone, receiver to his ear.

WE HEAR it ringing, then:

 

BO DIETL (O.S.)

Jordan?

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JORDAN

Yeah, I'm at a pay phone. What's

going on?

 

INTERCUT:

 

 

188 INT. BO DIETL'S CADILLAC - NIGHT (LATE SUMMER `95) 188

 

Bo talks on his cell.

 

BO DIETL

Your buddy Brad's in jail.

 

JORDAN

Oh, Jesus Christ! What did he do? *

 

 

BO DIETL

I dunno yet, they arrested him in *

a shopping mall in Long Island *

this morning, I'm finding out.

But listen to me. More important

than that. The guy Denham I told

you about, the Fed? He's got your

phones tapped, I'm pretty sure.

Home and office. *

 

JORDAN *

Donnie, that piece of shit. I'm *

gonna kill him! That fat prick *

mother fucker! *

 

BO DIETL *

But, listen to me. Do me a favor, *

please do not talk on the phone. *

 

JORDAN

Fuck!

 

BO DIETL

Did you try to bribe this fuckin'

guy?

 

JORDAN

What? No! I didn't try to bribe

anybody!

 

BO DIETL

Jordan? I couldn't understand

you. Say that again?

 

JORDAN

I zay I zint ty zoo bibe azybuzzy!

 

BO DIETL

Are you fucking high?

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Jordan can't respond. Phone still to his ear, his

eyelids droop. Drool spills from his slackened jaw.

 

JORDAN (V.O.)

After fifteen years in storage,

the Lemmons had developed a

delayed fuse.

 

JORDAN'S POV -- is hazy as he stares at his own

reflection in the pay phone.

 

JORDAN (V.O.)

It took 90 minutes for the little

fuckers to kick in, but once they

did -- pow! I had skipped the

tingle phase and went straight to

the drool phase.

 

JORDAN'S POV -- the phone gets further and further away.

 

JORDAN (V.O.)

Actually I'd discovered a new

phase: the cerebral palsy phase.

 

BAMMM!! Jordan hits the floor with a thud, crashed out

on his back. From the dangling phone, we hear:

 

BO DIETL (O.S.)

(over phone)

Jordan! Jordan! Do not get behind

the wheel! Just tell me where

you're at, I'll send Rocco!

 

Jordan lolls his head toward the phone, tries to reach

for it; he can't. He lays there for a while, then:

 

JORDAN (V.O.)

C'mon, stand up!

 

He rolls onto all fours, lifts a hand, topples over.

 

JORDAN (V.O.)

Okay, walking is off the list of

options. All right, what else is

there?

(a brainstorm)

I can crawl, like Skylar!

 

Slowly, Jordan begins crawling like an infant to the top

of the staircase.