INT. Al and Libby’s apartment - night 

Libby opens the door of the second story apartment. It is as homey as the club downstairs is lascivious. On the walls are pictures of Al and Libby, their children, and their grandchildren. 

libby

Oh, good. You’re here.

manis

Hi, Libby. You’ve met Chris Jones. These are his associates, George and Harry.

liBBY

Al?

ALI ABDUR-RAHIM lays on the couch watching a nature show on TV. The volume is turned up to drown out the sounds of the rally outside. Al’s exhausted posture fully reflects his fifty-plus years. He nurses a bottle of Maloxx.

Al

Not now, Lib, I’m watching the marmosets.

liBBY

There are some people here to see you.

Al

Ah, who’d that bitch send this time? The fire department? Show them the sprinklers and tell them to fuck off.

liBBY

I asked them to come. 

Al turns and sees the four men standing behind Libby. 

Al

Who are they?

manIS

These are associates of mine. They’re here to help.

Al

Are you lawyers?

ChriS

No.

Al

Are you hit men?

ChriS

Well, not really, we’re...

Al

Then you can’t help me. 

ChriS

We’re Character Assassins, Mr. Abdur-Rahim. We are an alternative form of justice for those who are denied it through regular channels. We ruin reputations.

Al

And people pay you for this?

ChriS

Yes.

Al

How much?

ChriS

It depends on the job. 

Al

How much?

chRIS

Well, this particular job is complicated.

Al

How much?

chris

Ten thousand dollars.

Al

(Stands up)

Holy Jesus! Get out of my house! Go!  

Al grabs the couch cushions and throws them at the guys.

LibBY

Al, stop it!

gEORGE

Maybe we should leave.

Libby

No - sit down! Al, talk to these men.

Al marches out of the room, down the hall to the bathroom and slams the door. Libby chases after him.

Libby

Al, open this door. 

AL (o.s.)

I’m my own man Libby. I take care of my own problems.

Libby

You see what I mean, Mr. Jones?  Stubborn jackass won’t let anyone help him, even if it kills him. His guts burn cause he’s got so much stress.  He can’t sleep at night. He hasn’t made love to me in months!

AL (o.s.)

Don’t tell them that!

Libby storms into the bedroom.

Libby (o.s.)

He’s so worried, he can’t keep his iron hard!

AL

(Opening the door)

Libby!

She returns with a bottle in her hand.

Libby

And because I love him like the sky I want to help him. I got him Viagras for his iron. But he won’t take them.

Al

I don’t need them!

Libby

You won’t even try them! 

Libby hurls the bottle across the room at Al and runs back into the bedroom, slamming the door. Al slams the bathroom door. The guys and Manis are left sitting alone.

gEORGE

Great gig, man.

ChriS

Manis?

Manis and Chris get up and walk to the bathroom door.

manis

Look, Al, if Johnson gets re-elected she will shut you down. Now McKinley won’t, but at this point he couldn’t win this election with extra votes stapled to his ass. There’s nothing else we can do to keep Johnson from winning Al. But just maybe these guys can. 

al (O.S.)

I’m not paying ten grand to a bunch of con men.

CHRIS

Which is why my organization is prepared to do this job for free.

Al

What?

GeoRGE

What?

CHRIS

Mr. Abdur-Rahim, we are just like you; a bunch of hardworking guys trying to provide a legitimate, if somewhat unorthodox, service. As a sign of our good faith why don’t you hold on to your money until Election Day. If Mayor Johnson wins, you will never hear from us again, I promise. But if we succeed and the Mayor loses, then you get to keep your business, Amber can get her kid braces, and we get paid. 

The bathroom door cracks open.

A selection from the latest draft. This script is repped by the Gage Group - LA.