Post by Zevon on Apr 30, 2007 16:00:57 GMT -6
(Scene opens to a mid grade motel room in Secaucous, New Jersey. JR Zevon is finishing packing his bags near the bed as Lee Cash enters the room. Zevon is deeply contemplating what happened Sunday on the Road to Big Bang! and of what is to come in Boston. Cash enters confidently, but begins questioning with reserve as to not irritate his subject.)
Cash: Zevon?....
(Zevon hears Cash but does not acknowledge his presence.)
Cash: Mr. Zevon?..... J.R.?....... Lee Cash with POW, I came to get a few words on last night’s event before you rush off to Boston.
Zevon: Boston?
Cash: The site of Big Bang! and your championship match with Mick Cormac.
Zevon: I’m not heading for Boston yet.
Cash: But you have media obligations for the promotion of the show. You’re the main event.
Zevon: I am aware.
Cash: If you aren’t going to Boston, where are you headed?
Zevon: The local shops… then Ohio.
Cash: Why?
Zevon: Mr. Kitters.
(Cash is again caught off-guard by the demeanor and words of Zevon, although he should be used to them now. Zevon senses Cash’s disconnect.)
Zevon: I haven’t seen him in three weeks. I need to stop and buy him a gift and then I’m headed back to Flat Rock for a week long visit to rest for our big match.
Cash: You plan to prepare for your match by relaxing at home with your pet cat?
(Zevon takes great offense to Cash’s words and turns to look Cash dead in the eyes. Cash tries to turn away but cannot. Zevon’s face is showing the beginning signs of an angry passion.)
Zevon: Pet? … Mr. Kitters is no pet, he’s a noble being dammit.
Cash: Wouldn’t it be more constructive to spend the week at the gym and revving up the Boston fans?
Zevon: No, it would not Cash. I need to be in Ohio with Mr. Kitters.
Cash: But I’m certain that Mick will be spending a great deal of time at the gym.
Zevon: Between drinking sessions and bitching about his sorry life with Oprah?
Cash: You have to admit that he’s had a rough time the last couple years.
Zevon: BULLSHIT!
(Cash is stunned by the sudden anger and lack of sympathy in Zevon’s voice.)
Zevon: Tough time Cash? What the hell has been tough for Mick?
Cash: Losing his job, going to prison….
Zevon: Boo hoo. The bollix got what he deserved for turning to the drink.
Cash: I think there’s more to it than that…
Zevon: Open your eyes Cash. My pain and sacrifice for this business far outweighs anything that Mick Cormac has suffered.
Cash: What do you mean?
Zevon: Cormac bitches about being sent to prison. Then he bitches about being let out. Then he bitches about old ladies turning on him. Big freakin’ deal.
Cash: Prison isn’t a big deal?
Zevon: It’s cake compared to what I’ve gone through in my three weeks with POW.
Cash: Because you’ve barely scraped through your matches.
Zevon: BLASPHEMY! Don’t be swayed by the ramblings of some emotionally crippled Irishman, Cash!
Cash: I just have a hard time believing that you’ve suffered more than Mick. I mean, he’s been to prison, had a life crisis.
Zevon: Shut your trap Dr. Phil. Mick Cormac’s struggles are nothing compared to what I’ve been through these three weeks. I drove all the way from Ohio to some backwoods hole in Maryland not knowing whether or not I was actually going to compete. And then it was off to Pennsylvania and then New Jersey being chased by POW media all day.
Cash: But Cormac did the same thing, and he started off a thousand miles further west in Nevada.
Zevon: Go interview Mick if you want to keep kissing his ass.
(Zevon grabs a folder out of the top of his bag and pulls out a picture and thrusts it at Cash.)
Zevon: Do you see that Cash?
Cash: It’s a picture of a cat.
(A tear comes to Zevon’s eye despite Cash’s disrespect.)
Zevon: I had to leave Mr. Kitters for THREE weeks Cash. Three weeks! And Mick Cormac gets the sympathy vote because he spent a few months in the drunk tank! Can you imagine the pain in his noble little heart while I was on the road? … Well, can you Cash?
Cash: I…. well…..no.
Zevon: You’re a jackass, Lee Cash. You ramble on and on about Mick Cormac’s little story while you completely ignore our heartache! Our pain!
(Cash is dumbfounded and stumbling over words that he can’t get out.)
Zevon: Three weeks and we haven’t seen each other… Sure, we’ve talked on the telephone but it just isn’t the same…. So this week, I’m dedicating my time to Mr. Kitters…. because we deserve it dammit!
(Zevon stops and wipes a tear from his eye. He then looks over at Cash, who is trying desperately to hide his giggles. Zevon musters up an evil eye and Cash heads out of the room, still holding it in.)
Zevon: Go to Hell Cash! And take Mick Cormac with you!
(The scene fades out as the cameraman slowly backs away from the emotionally-charged Zevon.)
Cash: Zevon?....
(Zevon hears Cash but does not acknowledge his presence.)
Cash: Mr. Zevon?..... J.R.?....... Lee Cash with POW, I came to get a few words on last night’s event before you rush off to Boston.
Zevon: Boston?
Cash: The site of Big Bang! and your championship match with Mick Cormac.
Zevon: I’m not heading for Boston yet.
Cash: But you have media obligations for the promotion of the show. You’re the main event.
Zevon: I am aware.
Cash: If you aren’t going to Boston, where are you headed?
Zevon: The local shops… then Ohio.
Cash: Why?
Zevon: Mr. Kitters.
(Cash is again caught off-guard by the demeanor and words of Zevon, although he should be used to them now. Zevon senses Cash’s disconnect.)
Zevon: I haven’t seen him in three weeks. I need to stop and buy him a gift and then I’m headed back to Flat Rock for a week long visit to rest for our big match.
Cash: You plan to prepare for your match by relaxing at home with your pet cat?
(Zevon takes great offense to Cash’s words and turns to look Cash dead in the eyes. Cash tries to turn away but cannot. Zevon’s face is showing the beginning signs of an angry passion.)
Zevon: Pet? … Mr. Kitters is no pet, he’s a noble being dammit.
Cash: Wouldn’t it be more constructive to spend the week at the gym and revving up the Boston fans?
Zevon: No, it would not Cash. I need to be in Ohio with Mr. Kitters.
Cash: But I’m certain that Mick will be spending a great deal of time at the gym.
Zevon: Between drinking sessions and bitching about his sorry life with Oprah?
Cash: You have to admit that he’s had a rough time the last couple years.
Zevon: BULLSHIT!
(Cash is stunned by the sudden anger and lack of sympathy in Zevon’s voice.)
Zevon: Tough time Cash? What the hell has been tough for Mick?
Cash: Losing his job, going to prison….
Zevon: Boo hoo. The bollix got what he deserved for turning to the drink.
Cash: I think there’s more to it than that…
Zevon: Open your eyes Cash. My pain and sacrifice for this business far outweighs anything that Mick Cormac has suffered.
Cash: What do you mean?
Zevon: Cormac bitches about being sent to prison. Then he bitches about being let out. Then he bitches about old ladies turning on him. Big freakin’ deal.
Cash: Prison isn’t a big deal?
Zevon: It’s cake compared to what I’ve gone through in my three weeks with POW.
Cash: Because you’ve barely scraped through your matches.
Zevon: BLASPHEMY! Don’t be swayed by the ramblings of some emotionally crippled Irishman, Cash!
Cash: I just have a hard time believing that you’ve suffered more than Mick. I mean, he’s been to prison, had a life crisis.
Zevon: Shut your trap Dr. Phil. Mick Cormac’s struggles are nothing compared to what I’ve been through these three weeks. I drove all the way from Ohio to some backwoods hole in Maryland not knowing whether or not I was actually going to compete. And then it was off to Pennsylvania and then New Jersey being chased by POW media all day.
Cash: But Cormac did the same thing, and he started off a thousand miles further west in Nevada.
Zevon: Go interview Mick if you want to keep kissing his ass.
(Zevon grabs a folder out of the top of his bag and pulls out a picture and thrusts it at Cash.)
Zevon: Do you see that Cash?
Cash: It’s a picture of a cat.
(A tear comes to Zevon’s eye despite Cash’s disrespect.)
Zevon: I had to leave Mr. Kitters for THREE weeks Cash. Three weeks! And Mick Cormac gets the sympathy vote because he spent a few months in the drunk tank! Can you imagine the pain in his noble little heart while I was on the road? … Well, can you Cash?
Cash: I…. well…..no.
Zevon: You’re a jackass, Lee Cash. You ramble on and on about Mick Cormac’s little story while you completely ignore our heartache! Our pain!
(Cash is dumbfounded and stumbling over words that he can’t get out.)
Zevon: Three weeks and we haven’t seen each other… Sure, we’ve talked on the telephone but it just isn’t the same…. So this week, I’m dedicating my time to Mr. Kitters…. because we deserve it dammit!
(Zevon stops and wipes a tear from his eye. He then looks over at Cash, who is trying desperately to hide his giggles. Zevon musters up an evil eye and Cash heads out of the room, still holding it in.)
Zevon: Go to Hell Cash! And take Mick Cormac with you!
(The scene fades out as the cameraman slowly backs away from the emotionally-charged Zevon.)
