Sean, I came here today out of courtesy. I wanted to keep you in the loop. As we speak the boy is in a meeting I set up for him over at Tri-tech.
CUT TO:
INT. TRI-TECH LABORATORIES, OFFICE -- SAME Three well dressed TRI-TECH EXECUTIVES sit around a conference table, which is littered with promotional brochures. The executives exchange a confused look. One of them speaks.
EXECUTIVE:
(tentative) Well, Will, I'm not exactly sure what you mean, we've already offered you a position..
Cut to reveal:
Chuckie sitting across from the executives, hair combed down, wearing his Sunday best.
CHUCKIE:
Since this is obviously not my first time in such altercations, let me
say this:
Chuckie rubs the tips of his fingers together, indicating "cash." The executives are baffled.
CHUCKIE:
Look, we can do this the easy way or the hard way.
The executives are completely blank.
CHUCKIE:
At the current time I am looking at a number of different fields from which to disseminate which offer is most pursuant aid to my benefit.
(a beat) What do you want? What do I want?
What does anybody want? Leniency.
EXECUTIVE:
I'm not sure--
CHUCKIE:
--These circumstances are mitigated.
Right now. They're mitigated.
Chuckie puts his hands up, as if getting a vibe from the room.
EXECUTIVE:
Okay... Chuckie points to the third executive.
CHUCKIE:
He knows what I'm talking about.
The third executive is baffled.
CHUCKIE:
A retainer. Nobody in this town works without a retainer. You think you can find someone who does, you have my blessin'. But I think we all know that person isn't going to represent you as well as I can.
EXECUTIVE:
Will, our offer starts you at eighty- four thousand a year, plus benefits.
CHUCKIE:
Retainer...
EXECUTIVE:
You want us to give you cash right now?
CHUCKIE:
Allegedly, what I am saying is your situation will be concurrently improved if I had two hundred sheets in my pocket right now.
The executives exchange looks and go for their wallets.
