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.
He tazers a Raptor to protect Skilling. It falls down, ultimately unharmed. The others back off.
Fastow Something's spooked 'em.
Fastow It's sick. I don't know. Maybe I gave it too much.
Fastow Hmm? Oh, of the debt, Jeff.
Fastow No. I don't know.
He tries to look at and comfort the injured Raptor.
The Raptors seem to hear him and snap around, maybe moving towards Fastow for support.
Fastow We can't. They're consuming a billion dollars' worth of debt.
Fastow What's in New York?
Fastow A reporter wants to talk to me!
Fastow What do you mean, it's not a positive article?!
Fastow Fuck them! We don't have to –
Fastow But we are a black box, Jeff.
Fastow I don't want to leave LJM.
Fastow Please don't make me go.
Fastow Jeff, I'm at my best here.
Fastow I created LJM.
Fastow What am I going to say?
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 –
Fastow What if they look and they see that underneath there's nothing actually there –
Fastow OK, OK! I'll go! I'll just take all the paperwork. Throw information at them. Bury them / in it.
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.
He holds the choices up.
Both men stare at him. The Raptors stare at him.
Fastow There's a loss of confidence. I think. Going on.
Fastow I mean, I was only doing what I was asked to do.
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.
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.
Fastow I can – I'll take care of it, Mr Lay.
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.