Origins: Part Two

MICHAEL:
(GETTING OUT OF LIMO, LOOKING AT TOWNHOUSE)
Wow!
( MICHAEL WHISTLES )

LISA:
(TO RECEPTIONIST)
Hi. I'm Lisa Wiseman... Mrs. Michael Wiseman. I have an appointment to see Mr. Spence.

RECEPTIONIST:
Have a seat and I'll let him know you're here.

LISA:
Oh... all right.

RECEPTIONIST:
Yes, Ms. Wiseman's here. Yes, Sir.

STEWARDESS:
(SPEAKING FRENCH) Sir? Would you like to dine now?

EGGMAN:
(SPEAKING FRENCH) No thank you. I'm too nervous to eat.

STEWARDESS:
(SPEAKING FRENCH) Your first trip to Paris?

EGGMAN:
(NODS)

STEWARDESS:
(SPEAKING FRENCH) You have nothing to be nervous about. It's a wonderful city. You'll have a wonderful time.

LISA:
Excuse me. I'm still waiting to see Mr. Spence.

RECEPTIONIST:
He knows.

LISA LOOKS DOWN ALMOST IN TEARS. HEARS A MAN'S VOICE SPEAKING TO HER.

MISENBACH:
Mrs. Wiseman?

LISA:
Yes.

MISENBACH:
Lisa Wiseman?

LISA:
Yes.

MISENBACH:
Gerald Misenbach. I'm your attorney. We spoke on the phone.

LISA:
Oh, oh, Mr. Misenbach. I didn't expect you were going to be here.

MISENBACH:
I wasn't going to come but the thought of you meeting with these barracudas all by yourself. I'm always up for a good fight but massacres just make me a little queasy. How long have you been here?

LISA:
Since 3:00.

MISENBACH:
You see what happens when it's the boys against the girls? (YELLING) Spence!

MISENBACH BEGINS WALKING DOWN HALLWAY.

LISA:
No, no, you can't do that.

MISENBACH:
I can do anything. Come on-- we're going in. (YELLING) Spence!

LISA:
We don't want to make him angry.

MISENBACH:
Why? He's a lot of fun when he's angry. Come on. Hey, Spence. You just kept my client waiting for three hours. That's going to cost you a lot of money.

SPENCE:
Who is that? Misen-hack?

MISENBACH:
Wow-- look at this office. You must really be fooling them, huh?

SPENCE:
Hey, Clarence Darrow. I didn't realize you would be part of this meeting.

MISENBACH:
( CHUCKLING ) Craig, I would like you to meet a lovely young lady that you've already managed to treat quite shabbily-- Mrs. Lisa Wiseman.

SPENCE:
Mrs. Wiseman... this is a real honor. I was a great admirer of your husband. He was a great teacher. I... really owe him everything.

LISA:
Thank you.

SPENCE:
Please... I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. We had a little crisis in the Midwest and they needed some answers right away. Excuse me one second.

MISENBACH and LISA:
(WHISPERING)

SPENCE:
(SPEAKING ON PHONE)
Yeah, hey could you, uh, come down here for a minute? Yeah, okay.

MISENBACH:
Well, I know that you're exhausted from making the center of our country safe for insurance, but, uh... we have a little problem and I was hoping that you could find the energy to help us with it.

SPENCE:
Sure, anything.

MISENBACH:
As you know Mrs. Wiseman's husband Michael a respected employee of this company passed away suddenly and unexpectedly almost seven months ago. His only real retirement benefits given his early demise, take the form of life insurance that he purchased from this company at a preferred rate. Now, unfortunately, your company is taking the position that they will not pay until a thorough examination into the cause of death is conducted, citing... well... I think you know what they're citing and it's ridiculous.

SPENCE:
Well, it's... It's-- it's unfortunate and although this may be painful to hear it is also necessary. Did you know your husband to be a man who normally had a couple of drinks after work?

LISA:
No.

SPENCE:
Did you know your husband to be a man who normally drank at all?

LISA:
No.

SPENCE:
See, that, unfortunately complicates things from a liability standpoint. A case could be made that perhaps Mr. Wiseman drank on this particular evening to steel himself so...

LISA:
He did not... do that. He would not... do that.

SPENCE:
Oh... look who's here.

ROGER ENTERS ROOM.

LISA:
Hi, Roger.

ROGER:
Hi. Hi.

SPENCE:
Oh, you two know each other. That's nice. Uh, Roger, do you remember how you described, uh, Michael to me on the night... uh, you know the-the-the last night you saw him? Didn't you... say to me that Michael seemed... despondent?

ROGER:
Uh... well, um... disappointed. He was disappointed, being passed over. It's disappointing.

SPENCE:
You used the word "despondent."

ROGER:
Disappointed... that's how I would characterize...

SPENCE:
No, the word you used with me was "despondent." I remember, because after you did I asked you if you would testify to that fact and you said that you would. Now... you're not... you haven't changed your mind, have you, Roger?
( SIGHS ) Okay... ( SIGHS ) you see my problem here? I have to investigate. I mean, look, if this were up to me...

MISENBACH:
Yeah, hey, Craig what's my client supposed to live on while you and your people investigate?

SPENCE:
Well, we are prepared to extend to Mrs. Wiseman out of appreciation for her husband's many years of service here... a loan...

MISENBACH:
All right, that's it.

SPENCE:
In the amount of $50,000 secured by Mrs. Wiseman's real property.

LISA:
"A loan"?

MISENBACH:
It's this kind of callous crap that's going to cost you treble damages when I get you in front of a jury. Come on, let's go.

MISENBACH AND LISA WALK OUT OF ROOM.

SPENCE:
What? What? I'm doing my due diligence. ( chuckling ) My diligence is due and I'm doing it. ( laughs ) Doobie-doobie do.

MISENBACH:
(PUSHING ELEVATOR CALL BUTTON)
Come on, damn it. Come on.

( ELEVATOR-- BELL DINGS ) ( ELEVATOR-- DOORS SLIDING )
LISA AND MISENBACH ENTER ELEVATOR

MISENBACH:
( GROANING AGGRESSIVELY, BANGS HEAD ON WALL A FEW TIMES)
That was great.

LISA:
It was? Now, wait a second. A minute ago, you were so...

MISENBACH:
So convincing.

LISA:
That was just an act?

MISENBACH:
Yeah, yeah, you always want the other guy to think that he's winning.

LISA:
And he's-he's not?

MISENBACH:
Are you kidding? He told us everything which is exactly what I was hoping he would do. He's got no case and it's not illegal to drink when you get on a subway unless you're planning to drive the damn thing...

LISA:
( CHUCKLES )

MISENBACH:
And it's not, you know, illogical to be despondent after you've been passed over for a job.

LISA:
Right.

MISENBACH:
You see, the fun part of this whole deal is the worse they treat you the more it's going to cost them.

LISA:
Oh, that's great...

MISENBACH:
( GROWLS )

LISA:
I guess.

MISENBACH:
( CHUCKLES )

LISA:
(LOOKING AT HER WATCH)
Oh, no. It's almost 7:00.

MISENBACH:
What's, uh, what's the problem? You got a curfew or something?

LISA:
No, I have a daughter and tonight is supposed to be taco night. It's just a thing. We- we- we make them out of a-a box. It all comes together.

MISENBACH:
Wow, wow, taco night, huh? ( WHISTLES )

LISA:
Yeah.

( ELEVATOR-- BELL DINGS )
LISA AND MISENBACH WALK OUT OF ELEVATOR.
LISA LOOKING FOR PAYPHONE.

MISENBACH:
That's great. Now, taco night, that-that sounds great.

LISA:
( SIGHS, TURNS AND SEES MISENBACH OFFERING HIS CELL PHONE )
Thank you.
( LISA DIALING CELL PHONE--TONES BEEPING )

LISA:
(TALKING ON CELL)
Hi, honey. No, no, I'm-I'm still in New York. I know. Uh, I'm sorry. Oh, not-not for a-a little bit more than an hour. Oh, no, you go ahead. No. Whatever you like. No, I said, "whatever you like." okay, um... vegetables, extra cheese and pepperoni. Bye.

( CELL PHONE BEEPS )

LISA:
(HANDS CELL PHONE BACK TO MISENBACH)
Thank you.

MISENBACH:
Mm-hmm, you're welcome. Tell me something-- uh, do you... do you ever eat dinner that, uh, doesn't come in a box? What? Why are you looking at me like that? I mean, you know, I'm not your shrink. I'm not your doctor. It's... no-no-no, it's-it's allowed. Never mind. I'm going to call you, 'cause, you know it's easier on the phone, all right? I'll call. Don't worry.

MISENBACH WALKS AWAY TOWARD BUILDING FRONT DOOR.

LISA:
( SIGHS INCREDULOUSLY, WATCHING HIM WALK AWAY )

CAPTION READS:
--DEGAULLE AIRPORT. PARIS, FRANCE--
INTERIOR - AIRPORT

CUSTOMS OFFICER:
( SPEAKING FRENCH ) Is the purpose of your visit business or pleasure?

EGGMAN:
( SPEAKING FRENCH ) I am here to see my new grandson.

CUSTOMS OFFICER:
( SPEAKING FRENCH ) You have a grandson in France?

EGGMAN:
( NODS ) ( SPEAKING FRENCH ) Yes.

CUSTOMS OFFICER:
( SPEAKING FRENCH ) Have a nice stay.

EGGMAN:
( SPEAKING FRENCH ) Thank you.

EGGMAN WALKS TO LUGGAGE CAROUSEL AND PLACES PAPER SHOPPING BACK ON CONVEYOR. EGGMAN WALKS AWAY. VIEW OF GROCERY BAG ON CONVEYOR WITH LUGGAGE DROPPING ONTO CAROUSEL. EGGMAN RIDES UP ESCALATOR AND AS HE LEAVES THE BUILDING HOLDS PORTABLE

GAS MASK OVER FACE. BACK TO LUGGAGE CAROUSEL, LARGE SUITCASE DROPS AND CRASHES INTO GROCERY BAG.

MICHAEL:
(MICHAEL STEPPING OUT OF SHOWER GRABBING TOWEL, LOOKING UP AND ALL AROUND, WALKING INTO BEDROOM OVER TO BED.)
I know you're watching me. You think I think I'm here by myself and... I can just do what I want leave when I want? I know you're here and I know you're watching me... and I don't like it. I'm lonely. I miss... everybody. I miss my wife and my daughter. I even miss me. I miss seeing myself when I look in the m...
(LIGHTS TURN OFF, MICHAEL TURNS TO LOOK AT CLOCK)
2300 hours, right on the nose. You guys are something.

DR. MORRIS:
(ENTERING ROOM)
Thank you. We're sorry you're having such a hard time with all this.

MICHAEL:
You're watching me, aren't you? All the time.

DR. MORRIS:
No.

MICHAEL:
Oh. Great. So I can just walk out.

DR. MORRIS:
It's been a difficult first week for all of us.

MICHAEL:
I guess I'm not making myself clear. What I'm trying to tell you is that I no longer wish to participate. I just... I just want my life... or rather, my death back, please.

DR. MORRIS:
It doesn't work that way. This wasn't a trial offer, Mr. Wiseman. ( sighs )

MICHAEL:
Tell me about my funeral.

DR. MORRIS:
What would you like to know? You know how in the movies it's always raining? Your funeral-- the bluest sky. This lovely, faint breeze. Your wife didn't wear black. She wore orange.

MICHAEL:
(SMILES AS HE REMEMBERS)
Oh, I loved that dress.

DR. MORRIS:
There's a drug I can give you that we believe will effectively erase memory-- memory, not learning. You stay just as bright as you are.

MICHAEL:
You don't understand. My memory... it's all I've got.

DR. MORRIS:
Okay. It's just a thought. I'm learning, too. Hey, you mind if I make a pit stop before I head home?

MICHAEL:
Hey... my waste collection room is your waste collection room.

DR. MORRIS TAKES OFF HIS COAT , THROWS IT ON MICHAEL'S BED AND ENTERS RESTROOM
( DOOR CLOSING )
MICHAEL LOOKS AT DR. MORRIS' COAT AND SEES CELL PHONE LIGHT BLINKING. GRABS CELL PHONE,
( DIALING PHONE ) ( PHONE RINGING )

(WALKING OUT OF ROOM)
( PHONE RINGING )

DR. MORRIS:
(ANSWERS HIS CELL PHONE.)
Hello? No. I don't recall having dialed that number. No. I don't know a Lisa Wiseman. (TURNS TOWARD MICHAEL WHILE TALKING ON THE PHONE.) I'm sorry your sleep was disturbed but I can assure you it will never happen again. Good night, Mrs. Wiseman. Good night, Mr. Wiseman.