I'm amazed at the #'s ... WTF were the Steelers waiting for if Max was amenable to such a deal!? Bargain IMO.
MARTIN SLYSH: My client is happy with these numbers. He would like to get this deal done before Easter so he can chill with his lady and have something to celebrate. He just has one additional request that... I think we can write in as a special addendum to the contract terms and conditions...
MAX STARKS: I want a backrub from Omar every Friday, and one of them jumbo sized Snickers bars.
[*Laughter in the room*]
STARKS: Laugh, but I'm serious. And ain't no other deals happenin' until I get my weekly backrub from Omar and my fat Snickers bar.
OMAR KHAN: I am hoping, Mr. Maxwell Starks, that this is a joke. Because Allah be praised I will not rub another man's back.
STARKS: No joke. No backrub, no deal.
OMAR: I will not do it.
STARKS: Yes you will.
OMAR: No.
STARKS: Yes.
OMAR: No.
STARKS: Yes.
OMAR: No.
STARKS: Yes.
[*14 hours later*]
OMAR: No.
[*Long pause*]
STARKS: Yes.
SLYSH: Gentlemen... may I... make a suggestion?
OMAR: No.
STARKS: Yes.
SLYSH: Let's just take a break from this for a few days.
OMAR: No.
STARKS: Yes.
[*Forward to June 23. Agent Slysh knocks on Conference Room 32's door.*]
SLYSH: Hello...? Omar...?
[*Turns on light. Omar and Starks have not moved. Have not bathed or shaved. Empty pizza boxes litter the conference table. Bloody scratch marks mar the table in front of both Starks and Khan, whose beards are now brushing the table. Both men have bloodshot eyes and occasional tremors. *]
STARKS: Yes...
SLYSH: Oh... fucking hell...
[*Slysh pukes on his own shoes*]
SLYSH: Did you guys just like shit your own pants....? Did you even move since we were here last???
OMAR: No...
SLYSH: You guys have completely wigged.
STARKS: Yes...
SLYSH: Over some... ridiculous ego trip clause, like the Van Halen M&M stipulation?
OMAR: No...
SLYSH: Well, if it's not just a will of egos, then Max should be prepared to sign this deal... TODAY.
STARKS: Yes...
SLYSH: Do you have any further objections, Omar?
OMAR: No...
SLYSH: Good. Max, you understand that by signing here you are forfeiting your request for the backrubs and the Snickers bars, and that this is for the previously agreed contract structure?
STARKS: Yes...
SLYSH: Omar, here is my client's signed contract. I trust you have no further objections?
OMAR: No...
SLYSH: Good. I am OUT of here. Max, you know you can leave now, right?
STARKS: Yes...
SLYSH: And Omar, no problem faxing a copy of that with all Dan's approvals to my secretary?
OMAR: No...
SLYSH: All right. I have to jet.
[*Leaves conference room. Starks and Khan stare at each other without speaking. Hours pass. A janitor enters*]
DARNELL: You guys still at it, hmmm?
STARKS: Yes...
DARNELL: I told you I ain't gonna come in here and wipe your stubborn asses, so this room gets cleaned once you two vamoose. But I guess that ain't gonna be today, is it?
OMAR: No...