Greg Nutcher

Louis Connelly: [talking on his cellphone while getting into a black Cadillac] I've been doing this for ten years, Bob, we said ten percent. No, we said ten percent. yeah, well it makes the world go round doesn't it, Bob? just get me the ten percent, will ya, man? thanks

[sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose]

Nick: [unoticed by Louis] Can I get you anything, sir?

Louis Connelly: Do you know any hitmen?

Nick: I know a bass player. Might be able to help you out. Likes to get into fights with lead singers.

Louis Connelly: [freezes] Nick? What're you doing here, man?

Nick: Still drivin', payin' off those weddin' bills from last year.

Louis Connelly: Oh, fair play to ya, oh, she's a nice girl.

Nick: So you playin' at all?

Louis Connelly: Nope.

Nick: why the hell not? your fingers fall off?

Louis Connelly: Well you move on. Have you seen the lads lately?

Nick: Ah, we still mess around, but the Connelly Brothers never really bounced back minus one brother.

Louis Connelly: Have you seen Marshall lately?

Nick: Have you?

[Louis doesn't reply so nick changes the subject]

Nick: It's my birthday on Saturday, the session's at my place. Come, bring you're girlfriend! It's great seeing you man, remind me of New York, the good old days, eh?

Jennifer: [sees Louis on the projector] Oh my god! Is that you?

[Louis doesn't answer]

Jennifer: When were you going to tell me you were in a band?

Marshall: [Cutting in before Louis could answer] I'm sure there's a lot of things our Louis hasn't told you darling, like who'd did you write the song for?

Louis Connelly: [turns away from Marshall] I told you this was a bad idea.

Marshall: That's it, go on! Walk out on us again!

[Louis turns back to him]

Marshall: Eh, Lou?

Louis Connelly: [Walking towards Marshall] Say what you have to say Marshall!

Marshall: No man, go on!

Louis Connelly: Come on! Say what you have to say! Come on say it!

Marshall: Say what?

Louis Connelly: [Shoves him] Come on! Say it! Say it!

Marshall: [Backing away as Louis continues pushing him] That the best you got? Is that the best you got man?

Louis Connelly: Come on! Hit me then!

Marshall: No man

Louis Connelly: HIT ME!

[Slams Marshall against the projector]

Louis Connelly: I'M SUFFOCATIN' HERE!

[Marshall punches him in the face and Louis grunts but appears to be okay]

Marshall: You alright man?

[Louis wipes blood from his mouth but nods and smiles greatfully]

Marshall: [Catches Jennifer staring at the two of them and chuckles] Welcome to the Connelly Clan!