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INT. DAGGETT'S PENTHOUSE - DAY
Daggett bursts in, furious. Stryver tries to placate him.
DAGGETT: What the hell did I just drink, this is what passes for Champagne?!
STRYVER: Do you know like the best French Champagne it's vintage -
DAGGETT: Clearly the "vintage" is shit, regardless of the date! Where's Baneson
Welles
STRYVER: We told him it was urgent -
DAGGETT: Then where is the fat bas -
BANESON WELLES (O.S.): MwwwAaaAAahhh… sssccchhpeak of the devil…
Daggett turns. Baneson is already there.
BANESON WELLES: and he… has always been celebrated… for his excellence.
DAGGETT: What the hell's going on? Are you still drunk?
BANESON WELLES:The commersshhcial… is proceeding as expected.
DAGGETT: You see anyone drinking this pig swill?! (Moves towards Welles.) Your
cheap marketing trick about "French" "champagne" won't work, my friend. And now
you've got marketing team working non-stop to try and splice your drunk rambli
ngs into a coherent advertisement. How's that supposed to help my company sell
wine?!
BANESON WELLES: ‘’(TO STRYVER)’’ Leave usssch.
DAGGETT: You stay right there! Or I'm going to distribute wine from the actual
province of Champagne, France, not your knock-off brand!
Baneson places a hand that resembles a ham filled with cheap liquor on Daggett'
s shoulder.
BANESON WELLES: Do you feel… in Champagne?
Daggett is taken aback. Stryver leaves.
DAGGETT: What did you mean by this? I've paid you a small fortune to -
BANESON WELLES: And that gives sobriety to me?
Daggett considers the bulging torso looming over him unsteadily. Nervous.
DAGGETT: What is this?
BANESON WELLES: Your money and infrastructure have been important. Till now.
DAGGETT: What are you?
BANESON WELLES Masson's reckoning. I wasn't born in France, but I'm payrolled by a man who was, Paul Masson, we will execute no man before his time.
Baneson gently takes the terrified Daggett's head in his hands…
DAGGETT: You are true evil…
BANESON WELLES: For you… wait… I am necesssshary evil.
Welles' heavy hands again rest on Daggett's shoulders, for a moment Welles stares into the distance as his hefty girth oscillates under the influence of what must
have been a substantial pool of wine, Daggett is struggling under the effort of balancing the gargantuan alcoholic before him
DAGGETT: So… you aren’t going to hurt me?
‘'Welles looks at Stryver, his back visible in the doorway’''
BANESON WELLES: He doesn't do anything?
STRYVER:No, action Baneson, please.
BANESON WELLES: Ahh, of course…
Will Miku play Here I Stand with us?