FSW: Reap the Whirlwind - ***Michael's Sketch***
Okay, crazy-man Michael is taking this no Internet (other than email, because, well, c'mon!) thing seriously. He didn't post his sketch on his own blog tonight; he emailed it to me.
So, without further ado, here's Michael's sketch for this week:
Reap the Whirlwind
(The burned out remains of a once beautiful home. Matt and Erin stand, holding each other, staring at the carnage.)
Erin: I still can’t believe it.
Matt: Our whole lives.
Erin: It all happened so fast.
Matt: All my trophies.
Erin: Our wedding album.
Matt: The plasma TV.
Erin: My mother’s ashes.
Matt: Well, those are probably all right.
Erin: You think? Oh, honey, what are we going to do?
(Matt gives her a hug.)
Matt: It’s going to be all right.
Erin: The only think keeping me from completely freaking out is the knowledge that we have insurance. At least we’ll be able to build a new home.
Matt: Well...
Erin: What?
Matt: About the insurance...
Erin: Don’t tell me you forgot to pay the bill. Matthew Christopher Glover, I swear to Christ, I will-
Matt: I paid it. I paid it.
Erin: What then?
Matt: I sort of sold it to Stan.
Erin: You what?
Matt: You remember when he came over all upset because he’d just found out Kathy has ovarian cancer?
Erin: Yeah.
Matt: And how, since they didn’t have insurance they were going to have to sell everything just to pay for the treatments?
Erin: Yeah.
Matt: Well, I sort of sold him the right to our homeowner’s insurance.
Erin: You what?
Matt: I never thought our house would burn down!
Erin: How much did you sell it for?
Matt: That’s the beauty part. I got 10% interest on it.
Erin: So he paid you money, betting that the house might burn down and then he’d get to collect the insurance?
Matt: Not just him, either. Once I realized that people were willing to buy a policy against our policy I sold one to just about every guy at the office.
Erin: That’s the dumbest idea I’ve ever heard.
Matt: Wait, it’s gets better. Baby, I had fourteen different guys paying me $100 a month. Do the math. That’s extra money in our pockets.
Erin: How long have you been doing this?
Matt: Almost two whole years! That’s $36,000.
Erin: And where’s that money now?
Matt: Well, it paid for the new TV. And the new cabinets. Our trip to Branson.
Erin: And how much was the policy worth?
Matt: Pays out one million dollars.
(She just stares at him.)
Matt: What?
Erin: Do the math, asshole! That’s 14 million dollars we have to pay out!
Matt: Oh. (It really sinks in.) OH!
(Just then a car pulls up outside. Stan walks over.)
Stan: Oh my god, I’m so sorry you guys.
Matt: Hey, Stan.
Stan: I heard the sirens and saw them turn down your street and I hoped...I mean...I’m so sorry you guys.
(Another car pulls up. Ernie gets out.)
Matt: Hey, Ernie, what are you doing here?
Ernie: Stan called and told me the news. I can’t believe it.
Matt: Yeah, it’s all gone.
Ernie: What an incredible return on an investment. I mean, my wife was pretty mad when she found out I was giving you $100 a month, but after tonight I am out of the dog house!
(Another car pulls up. Jerry gets out, he’s got an open beer in his hands.)
Jerry: Jackpot!
Stan: Listen, man, not to be a douche or anything, but when do you think the claims adjuster is going to be out?
Matt: We put a call into our guy, he said he’d be right over.
Erin: Listen you guys, I don’t know what Matt promised you.
Ernie: We have contracts.
(They all pull out official looking documents.)
Erin: Be that as it may, there’s no way we can pay each of you one million dollars.
Jerry: Come on, man, I need that money. I took out a loan against this insurance so I could buy my buddy Val’s life insurance policy. He a marathoner. It’ll be years before I see any of that dough.
Ernie: Yeah, I’ve gotta pay off the guys who just installed the swimming pool in our bedroom.
Matt: You put a swimming pool in your bedroom?
Ernie: Our mortgage guy thought it would increase the value. Plus, he bet me $500 that they couldn’t do it because it was on the second floor. Sucker.
Erin: I’m sorry. But there’s no money. But, once our insurance guy gets here, we’ll settle up with him and they we’ll happily give you your money back.
Stan: I don’t know. I was counting on that million.
Jerry: Me too.
Erin: Hey, something’s better than nothing though. Right?
(They all murmur and mumble and basically agree. Just then Perry Paul peddles up on his bike. He is a rather large man and very out of shape.)
Perry: (Winded) Sorry...I wasn’t...here....sooner...Cutbacks forced me....to give up...company car...I’m Perry Paul. How can AIG help you today?
BLACKOUT
2 comments:
MICHAEL LIVES!! WHOOHOOO!
Can't imagine where the idea to keep passing the buck came from.
Brilliant! Bravo!
Many thanks to CS for posting it here.
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