Who Loses Wins script, sas murderjoe onthe way to asylum [ previous l bottom ]


            INT.  POLICE WAGON INTERIOR-7. - DAY

            BACK TO:	Joe (50), eyes glased, remembering.  He returns to
            the present.

                                JOE
                          (smiling, then profoundly)
                      It's just that things pile up. 
                          (beat)
                      We don't know, when the experiences
                      happen, how important they are. 

            He giggles insanely then calms. 

            Bruce  unsure, cautiously places his hand on his gun holster,
            apprehensive.

                                JOE (cont'd)
                          (smiling)
                      Oh, Lindsay's friend, if you want a
                      friend like that, bought us, stripped our
                      assets, sold us, at a huge profit and we
                      went to the "wall" again some years
                      later. That was the start. 
                          (beat, shaking his head)
                      The next thing was how the Government
                      bolluxed it all up.

                                BRUCE
                          (confused)
                      Bolluxed?

                                JOE
                          (grinning)
                      Messed, defocussed, Fucked!

            Bruce, grins, nods.

                                JOE
                      "They" sent a consortium in to see if a
                      little country-town company with an
                      hundred Patents, a World Market, a unique
                      Product and a multi-skilled workforce was
                      worth saving!

                                BRUCE
                      Well, so they should.

            Joe smiles. Thinks back.

            EXT.  THE ASYLUM-9. - DAY

            BACK TO:	The SAS Men. Weapons at "ready". Leader scanning
            with binoculars for the target.

            Over a radio-communicator

                                LEADER (V.O.)
                      Steady!

            INT. THE LABORATORY-3. - DAY

            The electronic laboratory. 10 years later. 

            Most electronic equipment have noticeable "Receiver" labels
            on them. 

            The RECEIVER'S LACKY, well-dressed, pastes other labels on
            other equipment as he records things in a big book.  

            Joe (45) works at one bench. Forlornly working. 

            TWO ENGINEERS (+10 years older-looking) work at two other 
            benches. Lethargically.  They look at the Receivers Lacky
            hatefully as he goes about his job ignoring them. 

            Lindsay (60) enters. Subdued. He walks up to Joe (45). Not so
            "Boss" - like. Wants a friend.

                                LINDSAY
                          (angry)
                      That consortium thought we're not worth
                      saving. 
                          (savagely)
                      Bastards! Only valued the Patents at ten
                      thousand dollars. Bastards!

            Joe shows the signs of losing his job.  The Two Engineers
            eavesdrop. Forlornly.

                                LINDSAY
                          (determined)
                      I'm not lost yet. They said the thing I
                      built up over the past thirty years of my
                      life is worth nothing! Bloody bastards!

            He notices the Receivers Lacky, raises his voice, for effect.

                                 LINDSAY (cont'd)
                      I'll have 'em! 

            He angrily exits. 

            Joe sits, very scared. 

            The Two Engineers likewise. 

            The Receivers Lacky smiles. As he continues labelling
            equipment and recording in the big book, flamboyant- like.

            INT.  POLICE WAGON INTERIOR-8. - DAY

            BACK TO:	Joe (50) returning to the present. Trembling.
            Stuck in "yesterday".

                                BRUCE
                          (very interested)
                      Well?

                                JOE
                          (mentally returning)
                      Well? 
                          (beat until trembling stops)
                      Oh, yes, did he "have" them. 
                          (smiles, a beat the hopelessly) 
                      No, of course he didn't.

                                BRUCE
                          (disappointed)
                      Oh, why not?

                                JOE
                      No-one can. It's a big club. If you're
                      "in", you're "in". Else you're "out"
                          (sadly)
                      You've got to fight fire - with - fire,
                          (quizzically)
                      haven't you?

            Bruce not sure he understands.

                                JOE (cont'd)
                      You see, after the Government consortium
                      said that the company was worth goanna 
                      piss, Lindsay's friend bought it for one 
                      point - two million dollars!

                                BRUCE
                      Phew!

            Joe laughs. Insanely. Bruce not sure. Fingers his gun again.

                                BRUCE (cont'd)
                          (cautiously)
                      What was that for?

                                JOE
                          (calming, then grinning)
                      You didn't wait for the best bit!

                                BRUCE
                          (relaxing)
                      Oh, what's that?

            EXT.  THE JOURNEY-3.- DAY

            The Police wagon enters through the Asylum gates. Disappears
            into the winding road Asylum entry. Slowly.

            EXT.  THE ASYLUM-10.- DAY

            The SAS is coming MUSIC. A few bars. 

            BACK TO:	 The Police wagon traversing the Asylum road
            entrance. The SAS Men. Weapons at "ready". 

            Leader sees the Police wagon through his binoculars. Entering
            the Asylum gates. Over a radio-communicator

                                LEADER (V.O.)
                      Target acquired!

            EXT.  THE NEWS-STAND-3 - DAY

            BACK TO:  The news stand. Closed. Outside the Asylum gates.
            The two billboards. The paper on them torn and old but still
            readable.

            The "AUSTRALIAN" BILLBOARD

            "MISTRAL BUYS DONGA-DONGA PLANT FOR 24 MILLION DOLLARS"

            The "SUN" BILLBOARD

            "DONGA-DONGA PLANT SOLD TO US MILLIONAIRE FOR 24 MILLION
            DOLLARS?"

            INT.  POLICE WAGON INTERIOR-9. - DAY

            Bruce astounded.

                                BRUCE 
                          (astounded)
                      Twenty - four - million - dollars???
                      What, eighteen months after he bought
                      it???

            Joe grins.

                                BRUCE (cont'd)
                          (more astounded)
                      I don't believe it! Even after the
                      Government consortium said it was worth
                      nothing!!!

                                JOE
                          (smiling)
                      Yes, they said that. 
                          (beat) 
                      But, they're only used to rhetoric,
                      aren't they? 
                          (smiles, sniggers insanely)
                      One of their "Consultants" probably
                      bolluxed, 

            He looks to Bruce for understanding. Bruce grins, nods. He
            understands.

                                JOE (cont'd)
                      it up. Who knows?

            Bruce totally taken with the story. Leans to Joe.

                                BRUCE 
                      Rhetoric? What's that?

                                JOE
                          (distastefully)
                      Bullshit! Verbally confusing diarrhoea. 
                          (beat, then slowly)
                      Watch ABC. The Parliament debate. See the
                      "suits", all gyrating like little kids.
                      Arguing over who's going to lick whose
                      lollipop. And realise who's got whose
                      head stuck up whose anal sphincteral
                      cavity. So they can get at yours and mine
                      tax - monies. So they can have the
                      glamour of being next - in - charge, by
                      whatever means they deem necessary. 
                          (grins, then, cynically) )
                      Listen to "Cactus". You'll see the
                      "Truth".

                                BRUCE 
                          (looking around)
                      Shit!  No wonder "they" don't like you!

                                JOE
                          (grinning)
                      No, it's not that. If you're "one - of 
                      them", it's alright. Or if you do as
                      you're told. But, 
                          (beat)
                      if you're one of "us", wear the wrong
                      clothes, no good with the rhetoric and
                      realise the power that we really have,
                      then, they get scared. We aren't allowed
                      to really think for ourselves, since, if
                      we did, we might stop their little game,-
                      - bollux - up their lives.

                                BRUCE 
                          (smiling)
                      Like they "bollux" up ours?

                                JOE
                          (eyes lighting, pretending) 
                      A convert! 
                          (seriously) 
                      But then it really started. 
                          (his eyes glase)

            EXT.  THE ASYLUM-11.- DAY

            BACK TO:	The Police wagon traversing the Asylum road . A
            little bit closer to the SAS Men. Weapons at "ready". Leader
            following the progression of the Police wagon. Through his
            binoculars. Over a radio-communicator

                                LEADER (V.O.)
                      Steady! Target vehicle approaching.

            INT. THE THEATRE - DAY

            A medium-sized theatre. Partially dismembered. By the "New"
            owners. A stage. Presentation plinth. 

            PEOPLE gathered together. From a small Company. Around 60
            people. All nervous. Some factory-workers. Some office
            workers. Some engineers. Some secretaries. Someone has "taken
            them-over". AGAIN. Room BUZZES with nervous small-talk. 

            Joe (50), DAVE, RUSSELL, LOKKY, GREG, BRYAN, LIK-LIK and JEFF
            amongst the PEOPLE. Quietly watching what is to transpire. 

            Joe in different - coloured flannelette - shirt, grey slacks.
            DAVE in suit, tie. JEFF in coloured shirt, grey slacks.
            RUSSELL in white laboratory - coat. Joe stands next to Jeff.

                                JEFF
                          (eager, to Joe) )
                      At last! A management system which will
                      understand.

                                JOE
                          (shrugging) 
                      We'll have to wait and see. If they're
                      like the Pommie Public Service, then,
                      we'll really have "Yes Minister"!
                          (grins)

                                JEFF
                          (eager)
                      No, they've got pots of money. They're
                      not Public Service. They're Private.
                      They'll let us get on with the job, let
                      us do what we're good at. For us and
                      Australia. Look at what that MacArthur
                      Park bloke said, "Immense synergy", he
                      saw and he's their M.D. No, I'm looking
                      forward to it.

            NEVILLE TRIGGER enters. A wizened man. Head like a pineapple.
            Half-glasses on string. Low on his nose. Shirtsleeved, suit
            trousers and "Company" tie. Manner from being in Public
            Service too long. Room instantly QUIET. 

            Joe thinks. His face expressing distaste and concern.

                                JOE (V.O.)
                      Oh shit!  It's that pineapple - head who
                      gave me the heebie - jeebies when that
                      mob called "Corporate" visited! 
                          (then, slowly, deliberately) 
                      A real "pension - waiter, fuckem - all -
                      below - and - suckem - all - above -
                      until - I - get - it" -- type!

            Neville Walks to the front of the theatre. Pauses for effect.
            Surveys the room. Steps onto the stage. Turns. Surveys the
            ceiling, thinking. Addresses the audience.

                                NEVILLE
                          (sinisterly smiling) 
                      My name is Neville Trigger. 
                          (long surveying pause) 
                      I will be your General Manager from now
                      on. 
                          (smile widening, then very
                           serious)

            Some  PEOPLE in the audience twitch  in  nervous
            anticipation.

                                NEVILLE (cont'd)
                          (superciliously)
                      I sense that you are nervous.
                          (smiles again)
                      No need to be. You are with "The
                      Company", now, you can forget the past.
                          (pause, then condescending)
                      I know how you must have suffered through
                      the first Receivership, and now the
                      Mortgagee, but now, you are with a
                      professional organisation and "We" will
                      treat you with the right you deserve.

            He pauses, surveys the audience forcefully nulling eye
            contact.

                                NEVILLE (cont'd)
                      We have the backing of immense funds.

            He surveys the audience again, nulls any remaining eye
            contact.

                                NEVILLE (cont'd)
                      There will be no more "paper - rubbish"
                      or false promises like you have
                      experienced in the past.
                          (pause)
                      I earn half what the GM under the past
                      regime earned, and, I'm happy with that.

            He smiles, expecting appreciation, pauses to get it. Some
            PEOPLE timidly laugh.

                                JOE
                          (whispering to JEFF)
                      Thommo earned two hundred kay and had a
                      BMW worth the same and he was a fuckwit
                      so this blokes only half - a - fuckwit!

            Jeff grins. Dave casts a black look at them.

                                NEVILLE
                          (generously)
                      There will be no redundancies.

            PEOPLE noiselessly gasp. Some people relax.

                                NEVILLE (cont'd)
                      The Company Policy is forward - looking
                      and entrepreneurial. We recognise your
                      synergy, focus and application.

            Some people sigh. Others grimace. --- They know! Other people
            don't know what he's talking about.

                                NEVILLE (cont'd)
                      We have four weeks to reconfigure our
                      operation to get cash - flow positive,

                                JOE
                          (whispering to JEFF)
                      This isn't a cash - flow business.

            Jeff shrugs.

                                NEVILLE
                      Before the Managing Director,
                          (pause, then reverently)
                      Mr Ken MacArthur-Park,
                          (pause)

                                JOE
                          (whispering to JEFF)
                      Wonder if he left the cake out?

            Jeff giggles. Dave motions quiet.

                                NEVILLE
                      Opens this Facility.
                          (smiles)
                      Yes, this place is now the "Company
                      Facility", and,
                          (reverently)
                      "Ken",
                          (smiles, then normally)
                      as some of us are allowed to refer to him
                      as, will see through any
                      misconfiguration.
                          (benevolent pause)
                      Thank you for your attention. You are now
                      dismissed.

            He quickly waves his hands, dismissal - like. 

            People drift out. Confused and not sure. 

            Joe and Jeff together as they exit. 

            Neville stands triumphant. Hands - on - hips. Emitting visual
            demeaning as he watches them exit. He can handle this low -
            life. Handle them easily. He thinks.

                                NEVILLE (cont'd) (V.O.)
                          (scathingly) 
                      Country bumpkins! They'll be easy! Handle
                      them until my pension arrives, no
                      problem!

                                JOE
                          (cynically, to JEFF)
                      Yeah, these blokes will certainly let us
                      do something!

            Jeff shrugs.

            INT.  POLICE WAGON INTERIOR-10. - DAY

            BACK TO:	Joe returning to the present.

                                BRUCE
                      What started?

                                JOE
                      The "Final Takeover"
                          (smiles) 
                      by the "Company", the "Public Service",
                      you name it! 
                          (beat, nostalgically) 
                      How to destroy Australians without really
                      trying! 
                          (beat, holding back a tear) 
                      Even then, there was no reason. The
                      "Company "paid me handsomely. All wages
                      went up by twenty - five percent. 
                          (beat)

            Bruce astounded.

                                JOE (cont'd)
                      For doing nothing.
                          (beat, shakes head, then
                           slowly)
                      All we had to do was bite our tongues and
                      do as we were told! Get into the
                      "sucking" line. Learn the "rhetoric"!

            He lapses into self - pity and reminiscing.

            INT. G.M.'S OFFICE-1 - DAY

            A small General Manager's Office. Somewhat "Public Service"
            in appearance. 

            Neville sits behind the GM desk."Company" suit and tie. Half
            glasses on the end of his nose. Dave sits to his right.  Suit
            and tie.  Joe (50), sits, different coloured flannelette
            shirt, grey slacks. In the chair, opposite Neville. He
            addresses Joe

                                NEVILLE
                      Well, Joe, I know that you "designed" a
                      lot of the,
                          (sneers)
                      "Old equipment", like the white "brick", 
                          (grins, cynically) 
                      but, 
                          (beat, then reverently)
                      "Ken",
                          (beat)
                      has said, 
                          (smiles, then normally)
                      that technological competence must reside
                      in a major city, it cannot be in a
                      country town, so, we are going to
                      reconfigure the technologically
                      Corporately appraised conglomerate to
                      essentially conglutenise and, preferably,
                      rationalise, without prejudice,

            He smiles, looks over his half-glasses.

                                NEVILLE (cont'd)
                      you realise, 
                          (grins, points his nose
                           upwards)
                      our resources,
                          (coughs)
                      involuntarily, with mindset,
                          (picks his nose)
                      to comply with JIT, TQM, BOM and AS3901,
                      which,
                          (condescendingly)
                      if you didn't know the latter, is
                      European standard ISO9001,
                          (smiles, superiorly)
                      and sub-contract all design to
                      InventiveTech, in Melbourne, who, "Ken"
                      has directed, are what "HE" requires,
                      since they reside within the only capital
                      city in Australia.
                          (smiles, long beat)
                      We need zero defects. Clear mindset.
                          (beat)
                      A clear focus.
                          (beat)
                      With Corporate, multifarious,
                      synergistic, enigmatic,

                                DAVE
                          (subserviently interrupting) 
                      But Neville! With respect. Joe's been
                      here seventeen years. Is very creative
                      and holds many patents on the product we
                      make,

            Neville cuts him short -- aggressively emphatic, looking over
            his half - glasses.

                                NEVILLE
                      "Ken" has SAID that creativity can ONLY
                      reside in a Capital City!! 

            He looks at the door, visually indicating it. Dave shuts up.
            Bemused. Joe looks confused. Thinks.

                                JOE (V.O.)
                      What a bloody WALLY!

            Neville addresses Dave, peering upwards, looking downwards
            through his half-glasses.

                                NEVILLE
                      If Joe wants to, he can write a report on
                      what he can do and submit it to me
                          (to Joe, over his half-glasses) 
                      Send it to "The Divisional Office"
                          (smiles, godlike)
                      my, Melbourne office, Okay?
                          (smiles - Chesire - cat-like)
                      In quadruplicate.

            Joe nods. In complete confusion and subservience.

                                NEVILLE (cont'd)
                          (to Dave)
                      How's the move going?  Within budget I
                      hope?

                                DAVE
                          (glumly) 
                      Yes, within budget, we've only spent
                      three - hundred thousand and have another
                      eighty thousand to go.

            Neville nods. Purses his lips. Totally in charge.

            INT. THE BOG  - DAY

            A male small toilet. Two-man. Two adjacent stand-up urinals.
            Two wash-hands sinks nearby. 

            Dave and Joe (50), stand side-by-side. Urinating. 

                                DAVE
                      I can't do anything about it Joe, the
                      bugger's got too much power.

                                JOE
                          (shaking his head)
                      I understand Dave, but he's going to
                      destroy us all! Bollux - up a unique
                      Australian competent industry. He hasn't
                      a damn clue!

                                DAVE
                          (shrugging)
                      Do as you're told and, 
                          (beat -- readjusts aiming
                           angle)
                      take the money.

            Joe concerned -- unconsciously spraying around the urinal
            porcelain.

                                JOE
                      But it's not right, Dave. It's not
                      right!
                          (beat)
                      It's really "our" money, isn't it?

            Dave  shrugs, shakes his dick, zips up and walks to wash his
            hands. Joe zips up as he walks to stand beside Dave.

                                JOE
                      Lindsay's mate turned one - point - two
                      million dollars into twenty - four when
                      he took over the "Old Company". Then the
                      Government thought the thing wasn't worth
                      investing in! 
                          (beat) 
                      It let twenty - four million dollars go
                      to USA! 
                          (beat)
                      Now these "Public Wallies" come in and
                      REALLY start bolluxing it up!!!!

                                DAVE
                          (condescendingly)
                      Take the money!

                                JOE
                      But, Dave. They're only in it for
                      themselves. They think we're country
                      bumpkins. They're worse than Lindsay's
                      mate!

                                DAVE
                          (puzzled)
                      How'd you mean?

                                JOE
                      Lindsay's mate "really" owned the
                      Company. You knew, with him, that if you
                      weren't needed by him you were out. He
                      WAS commercial! These wallies aren't! 
                          (pause, then with fervour)
                      I bet they don't even own their own
                      arses! 
                          (pause, then fumingly)
                      They've just got big pockets! And know
                      how to make their mouths work!!

            Dave smiles, hides it and turns away.

                                JOE (cont'd)
                      It's all Public money, your's and mine,
                      which they're pissing around with. "OUR"
                      money!!

                                DAVE
                      Who're you going to tell? Are you going
                      to the "Top"? Bypassing these fuckwits?
                          (shakes his head)
                      Won't do you no good.  They're all "in"
                      it! What do you gain? Just out the door! 

            He finishes hand - washing, -- emphasises;

                                DAVE (cont'd)
                      No - one cares. No - one will thank YOU!
                          (beat)
                      TAKE the MONEY!!! 
                          (shakes his head, then, softly)
                      Like I do.

            Joe finishes hand - washing. Shakes his head.

                                JOE
                          (muttering)
                      It's not right, It's not right.

            EXT.  THE ASYLUM-12.- DAY

            BACK TO:	 The Police wagon traversing the Asylum road
            entrance. A little bit closer to the SAS Men. Weapons at
            "ready". Over a radio-communicator

                                LEADER (V.O.)
                          (questioning)
                      Acquired?

            EXT.  THE ASYLUM-13.- DAY

            A VIEW through the telescopic sights of a weapon. The DRIVER
            (Bill) of the Police wagon. Crosshairs.  Slowly TRAVERSING to
            centre on Joe's head. Through the Police wagon rear
            compartment window.

            EXT.  THE ASYLUM-14.- DAY

            BACK TO:	The Police wagon traversing the Asylum road
            entrance. A little bit closer to the SAS crossfire. ANCHOR
            aiming his weapon. Over a radio-communicator.

                                ANCHOR (V.O.)
                      Target acquired!

            INT.  POLICE WAGON INTERIOR-11. - DAY

             BACK TO:	Joe returning to the present.

                                BRUCE 
                      Sounds just like our place. 
                          (shakes his head)
                      It must come from the top. It's always
                      like that at our place,

            Joe starts thinking again. Not listening to Bruce.

                                JOE (V.O.)
                      The top?  Yes, always from the top.
                      That's how it always begins. 
                          (beat)
                      They decided to take us over,

            Joe's eyes glase, imagines;

            INT.  THE BOARDROOM-1  - DAY

            A typical expensive Boardroom. Large expensive wood - table.
            Rectangularly  oval. Expensive  chairs. Expensive decor. 

            KEN MacARTHUR-PARK, JIM, LES, NIGEL, and JOHN sit around the
            table. Discussing Take-over of the Donga-Donga company.  

            Neville sits quietly to attention. In one corner. Looks like
            he's not listening. 

            ALL dressed in the SAME colour "Company" suit and "Company"
            tie.  

            ALL subservient to Ken. NOTICEABLY sycophantically
            subservient. Subservience  bred  from Public Service
            oligarchy. Jim sits at Ken's right-hand, Nigel to Ken's left.
            Les next to Jim. John next to Les. Sitting in "pecking"
            order. 

            MANY chairs empty. Those already retrenched. From a Public
            Body preparing to go Private.

                                KEN
                          (godlike)
                      I've convinced the Board it's viable. We
                      need to work out a final decision.
                      They'll accept our recommendation.

                                JIM
                          (eager)
                      Good, they've got real get-up and go,
                      Australian - fashion. Immense synergistic
                      appreciation of their Market and Product.
                      Extremely creative and totally
                      Australian!

                                KEN
                          (quietly, questioning)
                      Synergistic appreciation?

                                LES
                          (echoing, nodding)
                      Synergistic appreciation?

                                JOHN
                          (echoing, nodding)
                      Synergistic appreciation?

                                NIGEL
                          (echoing, nodding)
                      Synergistic apprec..

                                KEN
                          (interrupting, casual question)
                      Synergistic appreciation?  In a country
                      town? 
                          (shakes his head)

            EVERYONE looks at one another. Trying to predict what Ken
            means. 

            Les distracted. Looks around. Wonders why Neville is there.
            Doesn't like him. Silently sneers at him. 

            Neville stares straight ahead. Unmoved. Unmoving.

                                KEN (cont'd)
                      But are the predicted sales accurate?
                      Will they achieve a fifty- million dollar
                      turnover, discounted NPV, of course, in
                      the first Financial year?

                                NIGEL
                          (nodding)
                      Discounted NPV, of course....

                                JOHN
                          (echoing, nodding)
                      Discounted NPV, of course.

                                LES
                          (mentally returning from
                           eyeballing Neville, echoing,
                           nodding)
                      Synergistic appreciation?

            EVERYONE glares at him.

                                LES (cont'd)
                          (embarrassed, nodding)
                      Discounted NPV, of course....
                          (beat, looks around)

            EVERYONE hanging on what he will say next. He's Ken's
            familiar.

                                LES (cont'd)
                          (to Ken, very confidently)
                      Why, Ken, I can absolutely, irrefutably,
                      misonagomously, didactically elucidate
                      that if they can't then, its our mindset,
                          (beat, looks around,
                           accusingly)
                      something is severely wrong with our
                      methods of marketing. Our focus must be
                      irretrievably, incorrectly focussed.

            He looks at Nigel accusingly. Nigel confused, it's got
            nothing to do with him. He looks fearfully at Ken. 

                                KEN
                      O.K., then, we'll buy them --- BUT, only
                      their accomplishments, we don't want..
                          (sneers)
                      "country peasants" as a liability.
                          (looks up)
                      Do we?
                          (to himself)
                      Technical excellence must reside in a
                      city.

            EVERYONE nods. Ken is angry. EVERYONE looks at each other.
            Frightened. Then realise.  EVERYONE negates. Shake their
            heads. Ken is happy.

                                KEN (cont'd)
                      I proactively  pre - empted "our"
                      decision and brought Neville along.

            He indicates Neville, wavey - hand like, distastefully.
            EVERYONE in synchronously turn to glare at Neville.  He
            statue-like. Unmoving. Staring straight ahead.
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