Enron by Lucy Prebble

Scene 8: Andy's Lair

Skilling enters Fastow's shady lair, all anxiety.
The Raptors stay visible. Two have grown very bold now – fast and aggressive. One of them is weak and sickly, the other two flank it to protect it.
Skilling approaches to pet them and one of the strong Raptors is aggressive. He backs off. It follows him and pins him. Skilling is deeply unnerved by them.
Skilling Andy?!No reply.Andy!
Fastow enters.
He tazers a Raptor to protect Skilling. It falls down, ultimately unharmed. The others back off.
Fastow Hey.
Skilling What the fuck was that?!
Fastow Something's spooked 'em.
Skilling What's wrong with that one?
Fastow It's sick. I don't know. Maybe I gave it too much.
Skilling Too much what?
Fastow Hmm? Oh, of the debt, Jeff.
Skilling Will it spread?
Fastow No. I don't know.
He tries to look at and comfort the injured Raptor.
Skilling Well. That's a good reason. That's a good excuse, we're getting rid of them.
The Raptors seem to hear him and snap around, maybe moving towards Fastow for support.
Fastow Jeff?!
Skilling You heard me.
Fastow We can't. They're consuming a billion dollars' worth of debt.
Skilling Get rid of them.Beat.I need you to fly out to New York.
Fastow What's in New York?
Skilling A reporter. Fortune magazine. They're running an article on us.
Fastow A reporter wants to talk to me!
Skilling It's not a positive article.
Fastow What do you mean, it's not a positive article?!
Skilling They have questions.
Fastow Fuck them! We don't have to –
Skilling You got to go out there and explain how it works. How money flows through the business. That we're not a black box.
Fastow But we are a black box, Jeff.
Skilling We are not! We're a logistics company! With a ton of great ideas –
Fastow I don't want to leave LJM.
Skilling You're going and you're / (gonna) –
Fastow Please don't make me go.
Skilling You're Chief Financial Officer –
Fastow Jeff, I'm at my best here.
Skilling (violent) Be a fucking man! You're going to have to choose between LJM and Enron.
Fastow I created LJM.
Skilling I created you!Andy, I love you. And I would do anything for you. But you're gonna have to choose.
Beat.
Fastow What am I going to say?
Skilling Look, if we disclose everything, there'll be panic, right?
Fastow Right.
Skilling So for everybody's good, they don't want trouble, we don't want trouble –
Fastow What if they do want trouble? I mean, they're a magazine. What if they take a good look, what if they take a really close look and they come to the conclusion that everything's just hedged against our own stock –
Skilling Andy, don't you dare say that in my – (presence).
Fastow What if they look and they see that underneath there's nothing actually there –
Skilling Nothing?! Twenty thousand employees taking home paychecks nothing? World's most innovative company? We run Texas, is that nothing? Then the whole fucking thing's nothing. Then the world's nothing.
Fastow OK, OK! I'll go! I'll just take all the paperwork. Throw information at them. Bury them / in it.
Skilling You go and you do that!
As Skilling is at his most manic and the Raptors are circling, Ken Lay enters.
Lay is absolutely oblivious to the Raptors, the odd environment and the men's turmoil. He holds two scraps of material.
Lay Hey, Jeff! Here you are. Listen, I need your opinion. I don't know which of these for the cabin of the new jet.
He holds the choices up.
Both men stare at him. The Raptors stare at him.
Skilling (slowly) Andy has to fly out to New York.
Fastow There's a loss of confidence. I think. Going on.
Lay So I'm hearing. I'll talk to Dick.
Skilling That won't do it. Ken, this has all been across your desk, you know what's / going on.
Lay Listen, if you boys are talking business –
Fastow I mean, I was only doing what I was asked to do.
Skilling And if the stock falls –
Lay The stock is not going to fall. That is not going to happen. You're running this show, Jeff.
Skilling We need to have a / conversation –
Lay (threatening) I don't want to have a conversation! Once you bury a dead dog, you don't dig it up to smell it.Now, which goddamn pattern?
Lay doesn't look at the Raptors or anything except the material swatches and sometimes Skilling.
Skilling, desperately buying into the charade, points at one. Lay nods, satisfied and lowers the swatches.
Lay OK, listen up. This is a confidence thing. You're gonna have to make a call with the stock analysts to reassure the market. This is just a confidence thing.
Pause.
Lay Now!
Skilling, dead-eyed, gets ushered off by Lay.
Fastow So I'll just do … what you aked me to then, Jeff, yeah?
Lay turns back, eyes the minion.
Lay Jeff's not here.
Fastow I can – I'll take care of it, Mr Lay.
Lay You don't belong to me, boy.
He leaves.
Left alone with his creations, Fastow rallies himself to do his master's bidding. He eyes the Raptors.
Fastow I'm sorry, girls. I gotta take you off the books.
He destroys the Raptors.
Fastow I don't care what they say about the company. As long as they don't make me look bad.
He torches LJM.
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