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Okay, I'll admit it. Even though I've written most of these episodes, I'm really the laziest one. It takes me like a day to finish one scene.
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Didn't Movies go on vacation or something.Now Master Chief and Socrates and co are the lazy ones.
At least someone acknowledges my presence
(Here's looking at you Johnny)I'm currently studying abroad where I been busy traveling, school work, and my own writing projects. However by some sheer stroke of luck Johnny and I happen to be on AIM at the same time and he sent me the latest Hype Series script so I been sucked in once again... And as before will try to fasten Jolly to a managable schedule of getting episodes out... If I end up writing one, it usually takes a day or two to get it out and what not... So we'll see where this leads...
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Alright so, I'm not sure about this but september is here so I'm fairly certain that movies is in England for the month.That means the script that was gonna be a collaboration with him, me and another guy will probably end up just being me. Hype series must continue, so don't worry...
Try 3 months
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INT. PRISON CELL
A sad, defeated man sits in the middle of the barren gray jail-cell, staring at the ground. The bar door swings open and a slimy, deceitful looking man walks into the room in a business suit. He smiles at the man in the jail, who looks up and spits at his face. The weasel takes his hand and wipes the spit off his face in disgust, flicking it to the floor.
The prisoner called Eric just goes back to staring at the ground.
The weasel smilesit is a fake smile, devoid of any real light.
The Hollow man laughs loudly.
Hollow goes to leave, obviously he is not getting anything accomplished, but Eric looks up from the floor for the first time and speaks.
The weasels hands start to twitch.
Hollow shakes his head and sighs.
And he leaves the prisoner named Eric cold, and all alone.
INT. LABORATORY
The room is empty, quiet and sanitized. In the middle of the room are two tan-colored desks with large white sheets of paper covering their tops. There are no pictures on the wall save for a calendar that feels very depersonalized it has pictures of landscapes representing each of the months. It currently shows a picture of a waterfall with a giant blue caption: JANUARY 2000. On the opposite side of this wall a man sits in a chair the color of snot quietly strumming his fingers. He looks like he tried to dress up but failed miserably. He wears a green colored shirt and wrinkled black denim jeans. His beard is neither trimmed nor properly grown out; it looks like he started to shave and then suddenly gave up. A nametag is on his green-colored shirt: it reads MIRKO.
There is a knock on the door and Mirko gets up to open it. On the other side of the door stand a stern looking woman and her male companion the mysterious Hollow from before. Mirko holds the door open for the two of them and the woman wobbles in, followed by Hollow who has a sharp brisk in his step. He has gotten older, yet his facial structure remains the same there is nothing there other than cold concentration. He stops and turns to Mirko, shaking the other mans hand vigorously.
Mirko runs his hands across his disgusting facial hair angrily, barely noticing the short pudgy woman behind him opening one of the desk drawers and withdrawing three manila envelopes, each marked with a different name. Instead, Mirko distractedly taps his foot on the floor.
Hollow looks at Mirko with stern disapproval. Behind Mirkos shoulder the woman is giving him an I-told-you-so look.
Mirko turns around to see the three manila folders the stern woman had removed seconds ago lying about neatly on the white sheet counter. She stands over them with her arms folded. Mirko grabs the first folder from the top of the drawer and it reads NICHOLAS STRAHLER. He opens the folder to see several clean, typed white documents and a picture of a scary-looking redhead, a ****ed up psychopath worthy of Ronald McDonald.
The two other files have names on them too. One reads ANDREW MORGAN, and when the writer opens that he sees a picture of a man with a handsome chin and dark hair. The final one is a bit more peculiar it reads ERIC H. EMMA but when Mirko opens it he sees no files, nor does he see any pictures.
He sets the folders back down on the table. The other doctors watch him cautiously. He stares at his hands, and the several traces and lines that run through them. Every fragment on his hand tells a story.
A smile appears on Hollows face again, and it is so cold and sedated that it seems to blend in with the room.
With that both doctors file out of the room. Just before she leaves, Heather gives Mirko a strong pat on the back.
Then they leave him again, alone in the room. Mirko stares down at the photo of the redhead, and for the first time he starts to feel for him. In fact, hes starting to see some of himself in that strange washed-up face.
A sad, defeated man sits in the middle of the barren gray jail-cell, staring at the ground. The bar door swings open and a slimy, deceitful looking man walks into the room in a business suit. He smiles at the man in the jail, who looks up and spits at his face. The weasel takes his hand and wipes the spit off his face in disgust, flicking it to the floor.
BUSINESS MAN
Hello Eric. This is the last time Im going to be speaking to you while youre still coherent, Im afraid.
Hello Eric. This is the last time Im going to be speaking to you while youre still coherent, Im afraid.
The prisoner called Eric just goes back to staring at the ground.
ERIC
**** off, Hollow.
**** off, Hollow.
The weasel smilesit is a fake smile, devoid of any real light.
HOLLOW
Oh, you wouldnt want that Eric. Then you wouldnt find out who your replacement was.
Oh, you wouldnt want that Eric. Then you wouldnt find out who your replacement was.
ERIC
I dont give a **** about who my replacement is. Im going to get revenge on you, I can promise you that.
I dont give a **** about who my replacement is. Im going to get revenge on you, I can promise you that.
The Hollow man laughs loudly.
HOLLOW
Leave all of those ideas behind. Youre here because you failed me, and youre never getting out. Thats the end of the story.
Leave all of those ideas behind. Youre here because you failed me, and youre never getting out. Thats the end of the story.
ERIC
Your system is flawed, I know it is. I know how it works. Ill get out and then Ill come after you.
Your system is flawed, I know it is. I know how it works. Ill get out and then Ill come after you.
HOLLOW
Well, good luck with that. By tomorrow you wont even remember your name.
Well, good luck with that. By tomorrow you wont even remember your name.
Hollow goes to leave, obviously he is not getting anything accomplished, but Eric looks up from the floor for the first time and speaks.
ERIC
Hollow, I need to know how many more of me were there?
Hollow, I need to know how many more of me were there?
The weasels hands start to twitch.
HOLLOW
Out of all the jobs I needed to do, Eric, you were my bottom string. There were no others like you.
Out of all the jobs I needed to do, Eric, you were my bottom string. There were no others like you.
ERIC
Then why are you hiring a replacement?
Then why are you hiring a replacement?
Hollow shakes his head and sighs.
HOLLOW
Goodbye, Eric.
Goodbye, Eric.
And he leaves the prisoner named Eric cold, and all alone.
FADE TO BLACK.
EPISODE 22.5: The Triad
FADE IN.
INT. LABORATORY
The room is empty, quiet and sanitized. In the middle of the room are two tan-colored desks with large white sheets of paper covering their tops. There are no pictures on the wall save for a calendar that feels very depersonalized it has pictures of landscapes representing each of the months. It currently shows a picture of a waterfall with a giant blue caption: JANUARY 2000. On the opposite side of this wall a man sits in a chair the color of snot quietly strumming his fingers. He looks like he tried to dress up but failed miserably. He wears a green colored shirt and wrinkled black denim jeans. His beard is neither trimmed nor properly grown out; it looks like he started to shave and then suddenly gave up. A nametag is on his green-colored shirt: it reads MIRKO.
There is a knock on the door and Mirko gets up to open it. On the other side of the door stand a stern looking woman and her male companion the mysterious Hollow from before. Mirko holds the door open for the two of them and the woman wobbles in, followed by Hollow who has a sharp brisk in his step. He has gotten older, yet his facial structure remains the same there is nothing there other than cold concentration. He stops and turns to Mirko, shaking the other mans hand vigorously.
HOLLOW
Well I trust youve had an interesting day so far, Mirko.
Well I trust youve had an interesting day so far, Mirko.
Mirko runs his hands across his disgusting facial hair angrily, barely noticing the short pudgy woman behind him opening one of the desk drawers and withdrawing three manila envelopes, each marked with a different name. Instead, Mirko distractedly taps his foot on the floor.
MIRKO
Interesting? Oh its been a blast, waiting for you guys in your office all day; Hollow Wood if thats even your real name, which I know for sure it isnt. And Im still not comfortable with the whole Mirko thing, by the way.
Interesting? Oh its been a blast, waiting for you guys in your office all day; Hollow Wood if thats even your real name, which I know for sure it isnt. And Im still not comfortable with the whole Mirko thing, by the way.
Hollow looks at Mirko with stern disapproval. Behind Mirkos shoulder the woman is giving him an I-told-you-so look.
HOLLOW WOOD
Weve talked about this before, Walsh. Its your codename. Youll get used to it eventually. In the mean time, I do believe Heather here has your first assignment ready for you.
Weve talked about this before, Walsh. Its your codename. Youll get used to it eventually. In the mean time, I do believe Heather here has your first assignment ready for you.
Mirko turns around to see the three manila folders the stern woman had removed seconds ago lying about neatly on the white sheet counter. She stands over them with her arms folded. Mirko grabs the first folder from the top of the drawer and it reads NICHOLAS STRAHLER. He opens the folder to see several clean, typed white documents and a picture of a scary-looking redhead, a ****ed up psychopath worthy of Ronald McDonald.
MIRKO
Who the **** is this weirdo?
Who the **** is this weirdo?
HEATHER
Hes one of what we call the Triad, a group of degenerates we have chosen to be the first participants of the Hype project. The other folders contain information about the rest of the Triad. Theyll be the first you write the histories for.
Hes one of what we call the Triad, a group of degenerates we have chosen to be the first participants of the Hype project. The other folders contain information about the rest of the Triad. Theyll be the first you write the histories for.
The two other files have names on them too. One reads ANDREW MORGAN, and when the writer opens that he sees a picture of a man with a handsome chin and dark hair. The final one is a bit more peculiar it reads ERIC H. EMMA but when Mirko opens it he sees no files, nor does he see any pictures.
MIRKO
This ones blank.
This ones blank.
HOLLOW WOOD
Well, lets just say with that one you have a bit more of a creative license.
Well, lets just say with that one you have a bit more of a creative license.
He sets the folders back down on the table. The other doctors watch him cautiously. He stares at his hands, and the several traces and lines that run through them. Every fragment on his hand tells a story.
MIRKO
I still dont understand how you want me to do these. I mean, I know you want me to make these memories of theirs a little bad, so they feel good about being here. But if I do that, isnt there a potential for them to be even more ****ed up than they are now?
I still dont understand how you want me to do these. I mean, I know you want me to make these memories of theirs a little bad, so they feel good about being here. But if I do that, isnt there a potential for them to be even more ****ed up than they are now?
A smile appears on Hollows face again, and it is so cold and sedated that it seems to blend in with the room.
HOLLOW WOOD
Its always how with you, isnt it Mirko? You know why? Because youre an original, and Im sure however you decide to write these histories, it will turn out perfect. Now you can go home now, and take those folders with you. Just write the drafts tonight and turn them into the secretary out front.
Its always how with you, isnt it Mirko? You know why? Because youre an original, and Im sure however you decide to write these histories, it will turn out perfect. Now you can go home now, and take those folders with you. Just write the drafts tonight and turn them into the secretary out front.
With that both doctors file out of the room. Just before she leaves, Heather gives Mirko a strong pat on the back.
HEATHER
Good luck.
Good luck.
Then they leave him again, alone in the room. Mirko stares down at the photo of the redhead, and for the first time he starts to feel for him. In fact, hes starting to see some of himself in that strange washed-up face.
FADE TO BLACK.
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EXT. POLICE STATION NIGHT
Several police cars are parked in a near-perfect manner outside the police station. Stepping out of one of the cars is JOLLY JOHNNY, tall, lanky, red-haired and extremely homophobic. He reaches inside of his brown trench-coat and pulls out a pack of matches. Tearing one off, he bends down and tries to light the match on the underside of his shoe, but fails.
Instead Johnny turns around and sees the bushes that perfectly outline the border of the parking lot. He takes another match out of the small cardboard container, lights it using the coarse surface, sets the remainder of matches on fire and throws the packet off into the set of bushes, creating a small scene. He looks around to make sure nobody is looking, and then sees a hobo sitting on the side of the street. He takes a small glance at the fire, then back to the hobo, and then he flips the hobo off. He takes out a bag of marijuana, empties it into the surprisingly small fire, and immediately begins to take in large breaths of air. He waves the smoke in the direction of his face, and it lasts just a moment before Johnny stumbles backwards on his ass, coughing.
Footsteps are heard from the other direction. Johnny looks over his shoulder, coming face to face with an attractive Asian woman.
Jolly Johnny, growing ever more impatient, unleashes his anger on this poor Asian woman.
Silence.
The Asian woman looks at him confused. Hes not responding correctly, and something is horribly wrong.
Johnny begins to dig for something in his coat pocket.
He pulls out a gun and shoots her in the forehead. Blood pours down her face, and her body hits the cold ground. She will not ever move again, and Johnny happily looks down at her.
Johnny looks over and sees the hobo still staring at him. Not wasting a second, Johnny flips off the hobo for the second time, and walks away while rummaging inside his coat pockets.
EXT. PARK
Johnny stands in the middle of the park. He is wearing a pulp fiction t-shirt now, and he looks down at it confused. He hated that ****ing movie. On the teeter totter is a little kid wearing bling, and Johnny is sure just by looking at him that the kid is a little brat just begging for attention, just another white kid trying to be black. Johnny looks around and sees a black haired man that looks like he works for Dunkin Donuts. We know him as MOVIES205. He walks over to Johnny as if they are best of buds, but Johnny knows better and whips out his gun before the guy ever talks, blasting a whole in his spleen. Movies falls over onto the sandbox, and the little kid just watches completely flabbergasted. Johnny walks over to the kid and pats his head.
Johnny walks past the kid, who just stares at him without saying a word. Johnny walks over to a tie-die van, and bangs on the door. Several hippies run out of the van, one a jamacian. JJ shakes his head and hops in the front seat, pulls out keys from his pocket and uses them on the van. They work, and somehow he knew they would. He backs the car up, and drives off into the street.
INT. STREET CORNER
Johnny stops at a street corner because the van has run out of gas. He hops out of the car and shakes his head; he figured something like that would happen. He walks towards a door; boxes are arranged outside the door as if making a way for something. Johnny grins and reaches for the door handle. He twists it open and walks inside.
INT. DANCE CLUB
There is a whole row of musicians in front of the club playing Jazz instruments. A woman in a sparkling dress is signing, and Johnny ignores all of it. He walks past everyone, making his way to an elevator type area. When he gets there he sees a big, fat man that looks like a sumo wrestler. Johnny looks at this man questioningly and then hops into the elevator, the fat man trailing behind him.
INT. ELEVATOR
The fat man chuckles when Johnny steps in with him. Johnny looks at him affronted.
Johnny shakes his head, and reaches for a cigarette, when he does he realizes that he is now wearing a leather jacket. He lights it and smiles through yellow teeth.
The sumo man begins to laugh loudly and when he does, his belly jiggles. Johnny reaches for his handgun again and looks questioningly into the sumo mans eyes.
INT. TOP FLOOR NIGHT
The elevator swings open to reveal Johnny standing over the huge dead body of the sumo wrestler. He steps over him and looks around the abandoned waiting room. On the desk where the secretary would be is some unfinished food from Planet Hollywood. On the floor next to the desk are empty cages from the Klemp family store and it looks as if some sort of animal has escaped. Johnny walks forward, pacing his steps carefully and keeping his gun at his side.
At the end of the hallway Johnny sees a glass door that reads KINGPINS OFFICE ALWAYS OPEN. He walks towards the door and knocks on it. There is a long period of silence, and then we can hear someone getting up and walking toward the door. The door swings open and Johnny stares forward at a giant man who has a wide smile upon his face. This is THE KINGPIN.
INT. KINGPINS OFFICE
Johnny walks inside and sits on a spinning office chair. Kingpin takes a seat across the table from him and strums his fingers on the desk.
Johnny looks down at his handgun and nods.
Johnny starts to laugh loudly.
Johnny slams his fist on the desk angrily.
In the corner a little girl is singing.
Johnny grabs his fiery red hair, clutching onto it.
The red-haired psycho killer stands up, rips one of the metallic legs of the chair off, and shoves it through his shoulder. He feels nothing, and he shoves it back out. Blood falls to the floor. The girl and the mob boss are staring at him, and a tear begins to fall off the side of his cheek. He turns around, his eyes wet, and he stares forward out into the city.
And then he smiles, and the tears go away.
And Johnny slides across the table, leaping past the kingpin and the little girl and crashing into millions of different pieces of glass, and he falls downward for what seems like forever. While he falls, he takes a puff of his cig and coughs loudly.
And he hits the cement hard, his neck snaps, and everything goes dark.
FADE IN.
EXT. POLICE STATION NIGHT
Several police cars are parked in a near-perfect manner outside the police station. Stepping out of one of the cars is JOLLY JOHNNY, tall, lanky, red-haired and extremely homophobic. He reaches inside of his brown trench-coat and pulls out a pack of matches. Tearing one off, he bends down and tries to light the match on the underside of his shoe, but fails.
JOLLY JOHNNY
God dammit.
God dammit.
Instead Johnny turns around and sees the bushes that perfectly outline the border of the parking lot. He takes another match out of the small cardboard container, lights it using the coarse surface, sets the remainder of matches on fire and throws the packet off into the set of bushes, creating a small scene. He looks around to make sure nobody is looking, and then sees a hobo sitting on the side of the street. He takes a small glance at the fire, then back to the hobo, and then he flips the hobo off. He takes out a bag of marijuana, empties it into the surprisingly small fire, and immediately begins to take in large breaths of air. He waves the smoke in the direction of his face, and it lasts just a moment before Johnny stumbles backwards on his ass, coughing.
JOLLY JOHNNY
****i****in ****. ****ing asthma!
****i****in ****. ****ing asthma!
Footsteps are heard from the other direction. Johnny looks over his shoulder, coming face to face with an attractive Asian woman.
JOLLY JOHNNY (Impatient)
Oh hey.
Oh hey.
ASIAN WOMAN
I know where you went last night! I saw you! You went to that gay strip joint!
I know where you went last night! I saw you! You went to that gay strip joint!
Jolly Johnny, growing ever more impatient, unleashes his anger on this poor Asian woman.
JOLLY JOHNNY
Hey you ****ing homo! Dont get me wrong, Im down with the gays, I love the gays! But I dont love the ****! I might do animals...maybe a family member too, but another guy is just wrong!
Hey you ****ing homo! Dont get me wrong, Im down with the gays, I love the gays! But I dont love the ****! I might do animals...maybe a family member too, but another guy is just wrong!
Silence.
JOLLY JOHNNY (Cont.)
Unless I didnt know it was a guy. Then its just trial by error.
Unless I didnt know it was a guy. Then its just trial by error.
ASIAN WOMAN
Oh baby. I like your way of words.
Oh baby. I like your way of words.
JOLLY JOHNNY
Yeah baby, I bet you do. But we all have bad mouths: I use mine to spit swear words, its just some use their bad mouths for other things.
Yeah baby, I bet you do. But we all have bad mouths: I use mine to spit swear words, its just some use their bad mouths for other things.
The Asian woman looks at him confused. Hes not responding correctly, and something is horribly wrong.
ASIAN WOMAN
What?
What?
JOLLY JOHNNY
You. Youre a ****e.
You. Youre a ****e.
Johnny begins to dig for something in his coat pocket.
ASIAN WOMAN
Look, I have to tell you Im pregnant.
Look, I have to tell you Im pregnant.
JOLLY JOHNNY
Thats great.
Thats great.
He pulls out a gun and shoots her in the forehead. Blood pours down her face, and her body hits the cold ground. She will not ever move again, and Johnny happily looks down at her.
JOLLY JOHNNY
Just like in Watchmen Hell yeah, now where the **** am I going?
Just like in Watchmen Hell yeah, now where the **** am I going?
Johnny looks over and sees the hobo still staring at him. Not wasting a second, Johnny flips off the hobo for the second time, and walks away while rummaging inside his coat pockets.
EXT. PARK
Johnny stands in the middle of the park. He is wearing a pulp fiction t-shirt now, and he looks down at it confused. He hated that ****ing movie. On the teeter totter is a little kid wearing bling, and Johnny is sure just by looking at him that the kid is a little brat just begging for attention, just another white kid trying to be black. Johnny looks around and sees a black haired man that looks like he works for Dunkin Donuts. We know him as MOVIES205. He walks over to Johnny as if they are best of buds, but Johnny knows better and whips out his gun before the guy ever talks, blasting a whole in his spleen. Movies falls over onto the sandbox, and the little kid just watches completely flabbergasted. Johnny walks over to the kid and pats his head.
JOLLY JOHNNY
He was a bad man, and I had to do something. Youll understand in ten odd years when you jerk it to porno, but probably less than that for you, you little ******.
He was a bad man, and I had to do something. Youll understand in ten odd years when you jerk it to porno, but probably less than that for you, you little ******.
Johnny walks past the kid, who just stares at him without saying a word. Johnny walks over to a tie-die van, and bangs on the door. Several hippies run out of the van, one a jamacian. JJ shakes his head and hops in the front seat, pulls out keys from his pocket and uses them on the van. They work, and somehow he knew they would. He backs the car up, and drives off into the street.
INT. STREET CORNER
Johnny stops at a street corner because the van has run out of gas. He hops out of the car and shakes his head; he figured something like that would happen. He walks towards a door; boxes are arranged outside the door as if making a way for something. Johnny grins and reaches for the door handle. He twists it open and walks inside.
INT. DANCE CLUB
There is a whole row of musicians in front of the club playing Jazz instruments. A woman in a sparkling dress is signing, and Johnny ignores all of it. He walks past everyone, making his way to an elevator type area. When he gets there he sees a big, fat man that looks like a sumo wrestler. Johnny looks at this man questioningly and then hops into the elevator, the fat man trailing behind him.
INT. ELEVATOR
The fat man chuckles when Johnny steps in with him. Johnny looks at him affronted.
JOLLY JOHNNY
What are you laughing at?
What are you laughing at?
SUMO MAN
You. You look like a ******ed version of carrot top if he was a psycho killer or something. You could go in stand-up you know.
You. You look like a ******ed version of carrot top if he was a psycho killer or something. You could go in stand-up you know.
Johnny shakes his head, and reaches for a cigarette, when he does he realizes that he is now wearing a leather jacket. He lights it and smiles through yellow teeth.
JOLLY JOHNNY
I dont think people would appreciate my sense of humor. Its not very popular these days.
I dont think people would appreciate my sense of humor. Its not very popular these days.
SUMO MAN
Oh, its exceedingly popular. You watch the news? Whole buncha weirdoes.
Oh, its exceedingly popular. You watch the news? Whole buncha weirdoes.
The sumo man begins to laugh loudly and when he does, his belly jiggles. Johnny reaches for his handgun again and looks questioningly into the sumo mans eyes.
JOLLY JOHNNY
Whats your name?
Whats your name?
SUMO MAN
What does it matter? This is the past anyway, right?
What does it matter? This is the past anyway, right?
JOLLY JOHNNY
It matters to me.
It matters to me.
SUMO MAN
Of course it does. Well then, you can call me Johnny.
Of course it does. Well then, you can call me Johnny.
JOLLY JOHNNY
Johnny, huh? Thats what I figured.
Johnny, huh? Thats what I figured.
INT. TOP FLOOR NIGHT
The elevator swings open to reveal Johnny standing over the huge dead body of the sumo wrestler. He steps over him and looks around the abandoned waiting room. On the desk where the secretary would be is some unfinished food from Planet Hollywood. On the floor next to the desk are empty cages from the Klemp family store and it looks as if some sort of animal has escaped. Johnny walks forward, pacing his steps carefully and keeping his gun at his side.
At the end of the hallway Johnny sees a glass door that reads KINGPINS OFFICE ALWAYS OPEN. He walks towards the door and knocks on it. There is a long period of silence, and then we can hear someone getting up and walking toward the door. The door swings open and Johnny stares forward at a giant man who has a wide smile upon his face. This is THE KINGPIN.
KINGPIN
Come on in, Johnny. Ive been waiting all night for you.
Come on in, Johnny. Ive been waiting all night for you.
INT. KINGPINS OFFICE
Johnny walks inside and sits on a spinning office chair. Kingpin takes a seat across the table from him and strums his fingers on the desk.
KINGPIN
Well Im sure you have a lot of questions for me, Johnny. Your handgun is out of bullets by the way.
Well Im sure you have a lot of questions for me, Johnny. Your handgun is out of bullets by the way.
Johnny looks down at his handgun and nods.
JOLLY JOHNNY
Well that figures. I guess you can stop calling me that too, I know my names not really Johnny its Nicholas, isnt it?
Well that figures. I guess you can stop calling me that too, I know my names not really Johnny its Nicholas, isnt it?
KINGPIN
You are very persistent, Nicholas. I have some answers for you, if you want.
You are very persistent, Nicholas. I have some answers for you, if you want.
Johnny starts to laugh loudly.
JOLLY JOHNNY
You want me to kill you like the other ones, dont you?
You want me to kill you like the other ones, dont you?
KINGPIN
I dont
I dont
JOLLY JOHNNY
What would that prove? To tell you the truth, I dont care about any answers. I dont care about my past, who I was or why Im here. Im having a blast.
What would that prove? To tell you the truth, I dont care about any answers. I dont care about my past, who I was or why Im here. Im having a blast.
KINGPIN
You are succumbing to a machine.
You are succumbing to a machine.
JOLLY JOHNNY
Oh like I havent heard THAT one before
Oh like I havent heard THAT one before
KINGPIN
Each minute you buy into the hype of your society. You kill, you eat, and you have intercourse just like they want you to.
Each minute you buy into the hype of your society. You kill, you eat, and you have intercourse just like they want you to.
JOLLY JOHNNY
Now youre trying to appeal to my emotions. In case you havent realized, I like killing, eating and having intercourse, so you can bite my cracker ass.
Now youre trying to appeal to my emotions. In case you havent realized, I like killing, eating and having intercourse, so you can bite my cracker ass.
KINGPIN
Youre going to wind up hurting someone you love just like you hurt Samantha.
Youre going to wind up hurting someone you love just like you hurt Samantha.
Johnny slams his fist on the desk angrily.
JOLLY JOHNNY
Dont talk to me about Samantha! That wasnt my fault.
Dont talk to me about Samantha! That wasnt my fault.
KINGPIN
Yes it was.
Yes it was.
In the corner a little girl is singing.
LITTLE GIRL
Clean up, clean up, everybody clean up.
Clean up, clean up, everybody clean up.
Johnny grabs his fiery red hair, clutching onto it.
JOLLY JOHNNY
Get out of my head.
Get out of my head.
KINGPIN
Youve been in your head all day, Johnny. And youre not going to get out anytime soon.
Youve been in your head all day, Johnny. And youre not going to get out anytime soon.
LITTLE GIRL
Everybody, everywhere!
Everybody, everywhere!
The red-haired psycho killer stands up, rips one of the metallic legs of the chair off, and shoves it through his shoulder. He feels nothing, and he shoves it back out. Blood falls to the floor. The girl and the mob boss are staring at him, and a tear begins to fall off the side of his cheek. He turns around, his eyes wet, and he stares forward out into the city.
JOLLY JOHNNY
Im sorry, Samantha.
Im sorry, Samantha.
And then he smiles, and the tears go away.
JOLLY JOHNNY
But this place just sucks.
But this place just sucks.
And Johnny slides across the table, leaping past the kingpin and the little girl and crashing into millions of different pieces of glass, and he falls downward for what seems like forever. While he falls, he takes a puff of his cig and coughs loudly.
JOLLY JOHNNY
****ing asthma.
****ing asthma.
And he hits the cement hard, his neck snaps, and everything goes dark.
FADE TO BLACK.
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INT. DOCTORS LOUNGE
The lounge is just as thoroughly depressing as the laboratory. The only difference is that here, there is a snack machine that carries only health bars and chocolate candy. In the middle of the room are three light brown cylinder tables. A small T.V. broadcasting a football game is hanging from the ceiling. Hollow walks into the room followed by Mirko, who is badgering the other man consistently while carrying some papers in his hands. His beard is still uneven, though it looks a little better than it did before. Hollow, on the other hand, is starting to get a little angry, and hasnt changed at all.
MIRKO
I just want to know what impact these stories have on the people Im writing these for.
I just want to know what impact these stories have on the people Im writing these for.
Hollow runs a hand down the back of his head, he is stressed out and trying to ignore the other man.
HOLLOW
How many times do we have to go over this? I mean, what does it even matter to you? You turn in the scripts and then you get paid.
How many times do we have to go over this? I mean, what does it even matter to you? You turn in the scripts and then you get paid.
MIRKO
Look, would it be too much if I maybe, tried it out on myself?
Look, would it be too much if I maybe, tried it out on myself?
Hollow laughs loudly and looks at Mirko in a sarcastic manner.
HOLLOW
Tried it out on yourself?
Tried it out on yourself?
MIRKO
Yeah, you know, like I write a fictional story about me and then you put it into whatever machine and I live through it.
Yeah, you know, like I write a fictional story about me and then you put it into whatever machine and I live through it.
HOLLOW
Are you serious?
Are you serious?
Just as Hollows face was starting to warm up in a strange sense of curiosity, Heather walks into the room looking extremely grim, and the atmosphere goes straight back to depressing.
HEATHER
TimI mean Hollow, our boss is here.
TimI mean Hollow, our boss is here.
Mirko looks at both of their pale faces confused. He had always assumed that Hollow was the one in charge here.
MIRKO
Your boss ?
Your boss ?
There is a strange squeaking sound and everyone turns around to see a man dressed in a bright purple tux standing in the doorway, gigantic blue sunglasses engulfing his face. A deviant smile appears underneath these sunglasses, and next to him is a box wrapped up in a purple sheet. The box appears to be squeaking. The man walks into the room and looks around.
STRANGE MAN
What are you people all standing around mopey for? What do you think this is a prison?
What are you people all standing around mopey for? What do you think this is a prison?
They all stand where they are. Hollow opens his mouth for a response but is interrupted when the man in the suit grabs Mirkos hand and gives it a firm death-grip shake.
STRANGE MAN (CONTINUED)
You must be the new writer. My names Phil, Im your boss of bosses so to speak. The big honcho, or one of those honchos. I have a present for you. I think youll like it.
You must be the new writer. My names Phil, Im your boss of bosses so to speak. The big honcho, or one of those honchos. I have a present for you. I think youll like it.
The man named Phil goes back to the doorway and grabs the mysterious-looking box. He puts it on one of the circular tables and then with one swift gesture of the hand he tears off the protective purple outer-covering and reveals it is not a box at all but a cage. Inside is a small, furry little animal.
MIRKO
Its a ferret.
Its a ferret.
PHIL
Exactly. I thought it would be a good present for you. Help you get your creative juices flowing. I mean, the little guys always been so nice to me, so I figured hed be great with you as well.
Exactly. I thought it would be a good present for you. Help you get your creative juices flowing. I mean, the little guys always been so nice to me, so I figured hed be great with you as well.
Mirko looks into the cage, meeting eyes with the ferret as it ran around and nibbled at its cage. Behind him, Hollow scoffed. Phil looked over at him sharply.
PHIL (Continued)
Whats the matter, Timothy? Is someone jealous?
Whats the matter, Timothy? Is someone jealous?
Hollow shakes his head angrily, his hands curled up into fists inside his pockets.
HOLLOW
No. I just want to know what it is you want with my writer.
No. I just want to know what it is you want with my writer.
Phil gets very close to Tims face, and he takes off his sunglasses so that Hollow can see his eyes.
PHIL
I am the chairman of this organization. I can check up on my employees whenever I want. I try to keep things organized. Maybe you should do the same.
I am the chairman of this organization. I can check up on my employees whenever I want. I try to keep things organized. Maybe you should do the same.
Phil puts his sunglasses back on and smiles. He walks over to Heather, who has not said a word this whole time.
PHIL
Youre looking particularly precious today, Heather.
Youre looking particularly precious today, Heather.
HEATHER
Well, I was having a good day.
Well, I was having a good day.
PHIL
I wouldnt want to see your bad ones, then.
I wouldnt want to see your bad ones, then.
He smiles to himself and walks out the door. Before he leaves he turns around and waves.
PHIL (CONTINUED)
Toodles!
Toodles!
HEATHER (Muttering)
Prick.
Prick.
Hollow looks ashamedly at the ground, grabs his diet Dr. Pepper and heads for the door.
HOLLOW
Ill see you around Mirko. And Id keep good track of that. You dont want to know what happens when you get on his bad side.
Ill see you around Mirko. And Id keep good track of that. You dont want to know what happens when you get on his bad side.
He walks out into the hallway and Mirko continues to stare at the ferret, mesmerized. Heather walks over to Mirko, her face a mix of determination and shame.
HEATHER
Tim had a nickname for Phil too.
Tim had a nickname for Phil too.
He looks back at her, still entranced.
MIRKO
What was it?
What was it?
HEATHER
Malice.
Malice.
She walks out of the room too, leaving Mirko alone once more. He grabs the cage, makes noises at the ferret with his lips, and then goes over to the vending machine to get a Snickers bar.
FADE TO BLACK.
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INT. HOTEL SUITE NIGHT
A young boy is lying in his satin bed, staring up at the ceiling. A voice is coming from out of nowhere, perhaps it is coming from the walls that are all around the child.
The young boy smiles, and puts the blanket over his head. Then he attempts to wrap himself in it, covering himself in sheets.
INT. CASINO CONTINUOUS
Clerk walks down the loosely built area of his casino in a drunken stupor. He waves at women as they past by him in their expensive, flashy dresses. One of Clerks beautiful assistants, Cindy, comes up to him.
Cindy ignores him and points back at the table. She hands him a bottle of wine, he pops the top off of it and gulps it down as fast as he can. He hands the bottle back to her and walks over to the table, which has a variety of interesting characters sitting at it. One is a pimped out Canadian; another, a heavy set man who looks quite menacing puffing his cigar. A Frenchman in a pink outfit sits next to somebody that looks like an Emo mixed with a reject from the 90s. Finally coming full circle a man in a business suit sits next to an empty chair with Clerks name on it. Clerk walks to the seat and almost trips and falls on his face trying to get there.
Clerk sits down next to the Canadian, and he smiles uncomfortably at the other gang leaders. He puts on a fake boast of confidence as if to make an impression.
The rest of the mafia gives Clerk blank, unmasked stares. He turns around and looks for one of his attractive female helpers.
They all laugh, the ominous mood lifted from the stratosphere, their smiles eclipsing their faces. Clerk keeps a straight face. He looks strangely at the big dude who is laughing loudly.
Clerk turns to Cindy, who is still waiting on him.
As Cindy walks voluptuously away, Clerk looks over to the Goth-looking Mob boss, who begins to speak.
Clerk taps Timothys shoulder, looming over him.
The Clerky one thinks about this and shrugs. Cindy1 and Cindy2 come back with a bunch of beers. We zoom across the table past every one of the mafia bosses as time escapes us, and then we go back to Clerk, who is opening his beer and tasting it with every fiber in his being. He lets the taste burn down his throat, and lets the alcohol work wonders on his brain.
Cindy1 hands Clerk a card deck and Clerk starts to shuffle it slowly. He receives cold stares from the other mafia bosses who do not appear to be amused by Clerks child games. He hands each of the mafia bosses their cards. Clerk appears confident and his game face obviously leaves something to be desired. The other mafia bosses stare down at their hands coldly.
He looks up and sees every mafia boss glaring at him. Timothy Dark smacks his cards on the table.
Taking more than a sip of beer, Clerk begins to shuffle again. He starts to deal again, and then tries to look at the cards in his hand. His vision is completely blurred, and he cant read the cards. He looks nervously at the other players.
The Kingpin snorts angrily.
He gives the last two people their cards and then looks back nervously at his hand. He can still barely make out what it says when somebody speaks.
Clerk chugs down the rest of his bottle of beer and then pours himself some wine, which he then gulps down just as fast.
He distractedly opens the wine bottle and chugs it down.
Abaddon reaches into his tuxedo and pulls out a gun and then points it across the table at Clerk.
Clerk laughs. He doesnt believe it. The wine drips down his throat and Clerk stares up at the ceiling. Then he looks back across the table and realizes that all the other mafia bosses are gone. The person sitting across from him now is not Abaddon, but a strange figure of doom, someone Clerk had never seen before but recognizes immediately.
The man fires the gun, and Clerk falls over in his chair.
FADE IN.
INT. HOTEL SUITE NIGHT
A young boy is lying in his satin bed, staring up at the ceiling. A voice is coming from out of nowhere, perhaps it is coming from the walls that are all around the child.
VOICE
You are a fool, Clerk. You think you can just ride the coat-tails of success, well you wont with me. You are going to put some work into this life if its the last thing I do, you hear me you little bastard?
You are a fool, Clerk. You think you can just ride the coat-tails of success, well you wont with me. You are going to put some work into this life if its the last thing I do, you hear me you little bastard?
The young boy smiles, and puts the blanket over his head. Then he attempts to wrap himself in it, covering himself in sheets.
FADE TO BLACK.
INT. CASINO CONTINUOUS
Clerk walks down the loosely built area of his casino in a drunken stupor. He waves at women as they past by him in their expensive, flashy dresses. One of Clerks beautiful assistants, Cindy, comes up to him.
CINDY
Clerk, theyre waiting for you at the table.
Clerk, theyre waiting for you at the table.
CLERK
Whose waiting for you?
Whose waiting for you?
CINDY
The bosses from the five other clans.
The bosses from the five other clans.
CLERK
There are five other clans?
There are five other clans?
Cindy ignores him and points back at the table. She hands him a bottle of wine, he pops the top off of it and gulps it down as fast as he can. He hands the bottle back to her and walks over to the table, which has a variety of interesting characters sitting at it. One is a pimped out Canadian; another, a heavy set man who looks quite menacing puffing his cigar. A Frenchman in a pink outfit sits next to somebody that looks like an Emo mixed with a reject from the 90s. Finally coming full circle a man in a business suit sits next to an empty chair with Clerks name on it. Clerk walks to the seat and almost trips and falls on his face trying to get there.
PIMPED OUT CANADIAN
Hell-****ing-lo Clerko. How the **** is things? Sit the **** next to me.
Hell-****ing-lo Clerko. How the **** is things? Sit the **** next to me.
Clerk sits down next to the Canadian, and he smiles uncomfortably at the other gang leaders. He puts on a fake boast of confidence as if to make an impression.
CLERK
Thanks Matt, I appreciate it because you know, a man of my limitations am I right?
Thanks Matt, I appreciate it because you know, a man of my limitations am I right?
The rest of the mafia gives Clerk blank, unmasked stares. He turns around and looks for one of his attractive female helpers.
CLERK (CONTINUED)
Cindy, would you mind giving these people some beer? You know just a couple kegs, and then a bottle for everyone else.
Cindy, would you mind giving these people some beer? You know just a couple kegs, and then a bottle for everyone else.
They all laugh, the ominous mood lifted from the stratosphere, their smiles eclipsing their faces. Clerk keeps a straight face. He looks strangely at the big dude who is laughing loudly.
BIG GUY
You always were funny, Clerk. I like you.
You always were funny, Clerk. I like you.
CLERK
Thanks, Kingpin, I appreciate that.
Thanks, Kingpin, I appreciate that.
Clerk turns to Cindy, who is still waiting on him.
CLERK (CONTINUED) (muttering)
Cancel that order.
Cancel that order.
As Cindy walks voluptuously away, Clerk looks over to the Goth-looking Mob boss, who begins to speak.
GOTH MOB BOSS
Ah, okay well I suppose we should get started. As you all know, I am Abaddon. On my left is Tukiluka, of the French mafia. Next to him is the Kingpin, the biggest crime mob boss here. On his left is the Master Chief, a meth drug lord who Im sure you can all respect. Next to him is our generous host, Clerk. And on my right is the always versatile Timothy Dark. So does everyone know each other now?
Ah, okay well I suppose we should get started. As you all know, I am Abaddon. On my left is Tukiluka, of the French mafia. Next to him is the Kingpin, the biggest crime mob boss here. On his left is the Master Chief, a meth drug lord who Im sure you can all respect. Next to him is our generous host, Clerk. And on my right is the always versatile Timothy Dark. So does everyone know each other now?
TUKILUKA
Ze knew zechother all readie, you zit.
Ze knew zechother all readie, you zit.
ABADDON
Alright, then, lets get down to business then. Who wants to talk narcotics?
Alright, then, lets get down to business then. Who wants to talk narcotics?
Clerk taps Timothys shoulder, looming over him.
CLERK
Why do we let this guy run these things again?
Why do we let this guy run these things again?
TIMOTHY
You dont want to do it, do you?
You dont want to do it, do you?
CLERK
No
No
TIMOTHY
Good. Neither do I.
Good. Neither do I.
The Clerky one thinks about this and shrugs. Cindy1 and Cindy2 come back with a bunch of beers. We zoom across the table past every one of the mafia bosses as time escapes us, and then we go back to Clerk, who is opening his beer and tasting it with every fiber in his being. He lets the taste burn down his throat, and lets the alcohol work wonders on his brain.
CLERK
Who wants to play Texas Hold Em?
Who wants to play Texas Hold Em?
Cindy1 hands Clerk a card deck and Clerk starts to shuffle it slowly. He receives cold stares from the other mafia bosses who do not appear to be amused by Clerks child games. He hands each of the mafia bosses their cards. Clerk appears confident and his game face obviously leaves something to be desired. The other mafia bosses stare down at their hands coldly.
CLERK (CONTINUED)
Whoa, looks like I have a terrible hand. You guys are gonna cream me. Go ahead and move, you big rascals.
Whoa, looks like I have a terrible hand. You guys are gonna cream me. Go ahead and move, you big rascals.
He looks up and sees every mafia boss glaring at him. Timothy Dark smacks his cards on the table.
TIMOTHY DARK
Fold.
Fold.
ABADDON
Goddamnit, Clerk. Fold.
Goddamnit, Clerk. Fold.
TUKILUKA
Le fold.
Le fold.
KINGPIN
Fold.
Fold.
MASTER CHIEF
****ing fold.
****ing fold.
CLERK
Oh, I see your strategy guys. Playing hard to get eh? Well heres the next hand.
Oh, I see your strategy guys. Playing hard to get eh? Well heres the next hand.
Taking more than a sip of beer, Clerk begins to shuffle again. He starts to deal again, and then tries to look at the cards in his hand. His vision is completely blurred, and he cant read the cards. He looks nervously at the other players.
CLERK (CONTINUED)
So how bout them Bucks?
So how bout them Bucks?
KINGPIN
Its football season, Clerk. Just move.
Its football season, Clerk. Just move.
TUKILUKA
American futbol is for ze dogs.
American futbol is for ze dogs.
CLERK
Yeah, exactly.
Yeah, exactly.
The Kingpin snorts angrily.
CLERK (CONTINUED)
Well you know, very masculine and humane dogs even though theyre animals. Yeah.
Well you know, very masculine and humane dogs even though theyre animals. Yeah.
TIMOTHY DARK
Just finish dealing already.
Just finish dealing already.
He gives the last two people their cards and then looks back nervously at his hand. He can still barely make out what it says when somebody speaks.
ABADDON
You know Clerk, Ive been thinking. Maybe we should raise the stakes.
You know Clerk, Ive been thinking. Maybe we should raise the stakes.
Clerk chugs down the rest of his bottle of beer and then pours himself some wine, which he then gulps down just as fast.
CLERK
Hows that? What do you want to bet?
Hows that? What do you want to bet?
He distractedly opens the wine bottle and chugs it down.
ABADDON
How about
How about
Abaddon reaches into his tuxedo and pulls out a gun and then points it across the table at Clerk.
ABADDON
...Your life?
...Your life?
Clerk laughs. He doesnt believe it. The wine drips down his throat and Clerk stares up at the ceiling. Then he looks back across the table and realizes that all the other mafia bosses are gone. The person sitting across from him now is not Abaddon, but a strange figure of doom, someone Clerk had never seen before but recognizes immediately.
CLERK
Youre all one person?
Youre all one person?
The man fires the gun, and Clerk falls over in his chair.
FADE TO BLACK.
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INT. PET STORE DAY
The young boy from before has a sombrero hat on, and he walks across the room looking at all the animals. His mother, a homely young woman with a pretty face, talks to the man behind the counter as she traces her hands across the registration desk. The boy walks up to his mother and pulls on her long white and black dress.
YOUNG BOY
Mom, mommy, can I get that one?
Mom, mommy, can I get that one?
The mother looks down at her son questioningly.
MOTHER
Which one?
Which one?
YOUNG BOY
The hamster!
The hamster!
The mom looks down at her son frustrated, but the man behind the check-out counter just smiles.
CHECK-OUT GUY
Thats our new ferret, young boy. His names Jack Cool. I named him myself. You can go ahead and touch him if you want to.
Thats our new ferret, young boy. His names Jack Cool. I named him myself. You can go ahead and touch him if you want to.
MOTHER
I wouldnt know about that, boy. Clerk here isnt very good around animals, you know he gets a little rough with them sometimes.
I wouldnt know about that, boy. Clerk here isnt very good around animals, you know he gets a little rough with them sometimes.
CHECK-OUT GUY
Then whyd you bring him to this pet store?
Then whyd you bring him to this pet store?
MOTHER
Clerk just has to realize that he has to play nice sometimes. He can be like a bull in a china shop, you know.
Clerk just has to realize that he has to play nice sometimes. He can be like a bull in a china shop, you know.
The mother and the clerk continue to talk. The boy walks over to the display where the ferret runs about in its cage. It is squeaking and it looks so cute that you can just reach out and touch it, which is exactly what the boy does. He starts petting its fur, and then he opens the cage. He grabs the ferret, pulling it towards him, and then he opens his mouth
FADE TO BLACK.
FADE IN.
INT. CASINO - CONTINUOUS
Clerk awakes, a bullet-hole wound in his chest. He looks down at it sedately, and then sees that the Cindies are standing over him. He gets to his feet, slowly but surely.
CLERK
Cindy; go get me some whiskey for this wound.
Cindy; go get me some whiskey for this wound.
One of the Cindies walks off to get what he asked for, and the rest of the Cindies help Clerk to his feet. The casino is completely abandoned, and the table that they were playing cards on has been completely destroyed. There is no trace of the mafia bosses that were just here other than the damage that they may have left. The girl comes back with the whiskey in their hands.
CINDY 1
What did you say that pissed them off so much?
What did you say that pissed them off so much?
CLERK
It doesnt matter.
It doesnt matter.
He takes the whiskey and chugs it down, then throws the bottle on the floor with the rest of the broken material.
CLERK
Did anyone get the number on MCs license plate?
Did anyone get the number on MCs license plate?
CINDY 2
Yes, sir. Here you go.
Yes, sir. Here you go.
She walks very carefully over the glass in her stripper heels and hands him the piece of paper. He puts it in his breast pocket, and then rubs his eyes trying to get the sleep out of them.
CLERK
You know that gun I have?
You know that gun I have?
The girls looked at each other wide-eyed.
CINDY 1
You mean the super powerful one you told us never to use under any circumstances?
You mean the super powerful one you told us never to use under any circumstances?
CLERK
Yeah that one. Im gonna need that now.
Yeah that one. Im gonna need that now.
INT. BAR
Cindy2 hands Clerk a violin case with the word EXTREME engraved on its side. He opens the case up carefully and inside is a hand powered gun with blast action. Several golden bullets lined its casing. He grabs it out of the case, loads it with the gold bullets and drops some to the floor. Then he searches his breast pocket, finding the note again but nothing else. He searches his other pockets and then starts feeling himself up until Cindy1 finally hands him a dangling key.
CINDY 1
Here you go, sir.
Here you go, sir.
He takes the key from her, and then hugs her and kisses her. She tries not to act disgusted. He winks at the other girl, who watches half-amused, half-disturbed.
CLERK
Thanks, Cindy. Youre a real life saver.
Thanks, Cindy. Youre a real life saver.
INT. PARKING GARAGE
Clerk walks past the rows and rows of boring looking convertibles over to his classic black 1967 GTO, unlocking it. He hops inside, throws the gun in the passenger seat, closes the door and buckles his seatbelt. He stares out the window-shield in silence. Then he puts the key in the ignition, turns it, slams his foot on the accelerator and puts the car in reverse. The radio starts to play.
DEEP VOICE
Over the limit, under arrest.
Over the limit, under arrest.
Clerk backs out and swerves around, steering the car violently with one hand. He puts the car into drive and skirts off across the pavement.
EXT. HIGHWAY NIGHT
Neon lights float past the dark automobile as it weaves its way in and out of traffic. The black car swerves back and for on the high-way as rain begins to fall steadily from the sky. At no point does the car use its turn signal, and the other cars on the road begin to honk their horns. The GTO drives on into the purplish night sky.
INT. CAR
Clerks car is a mess. Both front seats are littered with the candy wrappers and random junk, the passenger seat in particular. Rain begins to pour down on his window-shield, so he turns his wipers on. We see the lights out of the street start to blur; we are in CLERKS point of view. Behind the wheel he struggles to stay awake, sleep gaining on him. For a moment the car goes over on the grass but then swerves back onto the road, Clerk bolted back to consciousness for some unknown reason.
GEEKY VOICE
Youre listening to Fanboy radio! All Nine Inch Nails, all the time!
Youre listening to Fanboy radio! All Nine Inch Nails, all the time!
The road is still blurry, but in front of us is a car with the license plate 118 MEH. Clerk fishes into his breast pocket and the car makes a swerving sound, Only is playing on the radio. He takes out a sheet of paper, we look down at it and see it blurred, it is unreadable. Then it comes into focus, and matches that of the license plate. Shocked by this revelation, Clerk drives too close to the car next to him and there is a loud honking sound.
EXT. HIGHWAY NIGHT
118-MEH speeds down the highway. Behind it, we zoom over to see Clerk zigzagging across the road and causing mass road rage. Other drivers roll their windows down and flip the bird.
ANGRY DRIVER
**** off *****e bag!
**** off *****e bag!
INT. CAR
Clerk punches on the accelerator, coming up on the other car as fast as he can. He loses control, goes into another lane again and hits somebodys bumper. The car in front of him swerves off the road and then sirens are heard. Clerk looks into his rear-view mirror and sees a POLICEMAN.
CLERK
**** the po-lice!
**** the po-lice!
Clerk slams on the break.
EXT. HIGHWAY NIGHT
The GTO abruptly stops in the middle of the high-way causing the police car to ram right into the back of it. Clerks car lurches forward at the impact of the crash, and then takes off into the night. The police car backs up and then rams into someone else. A huge car pile up ensues but we follow the GTO and hear only the sounds of the screeching and the screaming. In front of us, the 118-MEH car is speeding down the dark and moist road.
INT. CAR
Clerks prey is just in front of him, and he slowly accelerates.
CLERK
I have you now, Master Chief.
I have you now, Master Chief.
In the rear-view mirror a scooter appears, carrying on its edges what appears to be Samuel L. Jackson. Clerk looks over at the rider as he speeds up towards his side. Clerk grabs the gun out of the passenger seat, points it at the window and shoots. Glass shatters across the highway and Sammy L. falls over off his motorcycle, the scooter reducing his body to bits and pieces.
EXT. HIGHWAY
The 118-MEH car is rapidly approaching a fork in the road. It turns and goes left. Clerks car drives straight into the grass before turning and following the car in front of it. As they turn they approach a giant tunnel.
INT. CAR.
Clerk looks in his rear-view mirror. Only one other car is on the highway a Toyota Celica.
EXT. HIGHWAY
The GTO swerves around in the middle of the highway, leaving the car in front of him to speed off. The Celica hits its brakes but cannot avoid t-boning him.
INT. CAR
The radio stops abruptly. The Celica rams into the back part of the GTO, missing Clerk but still sending shockwaves to his face. He has time, however to grab his gun and kill the fat guy driving the other car through his window and the mans windshield. Just before his brains are reduced to dust we recognize the man as MOVIES205.
EXT. HIGHWAY
Clerks car is damaged, and it barely manages to screech away from the damage done on the other car. The GTOs license plate is rammed, smoke puffers away behind it. It advances down towards the tunnel.
INT. TUNNEL
The 118-MEH car comes from out of nowhere, heading right towards the GTO. It blasts its horn. We zoom in on Clerks face full of surprise behind his car, right before he swerves out of the way.
There is a loud explosion as the car hits the side of the wall.
The GTO drives forward and then stops just outside the tunnel.
INT. CAR
Clerk laughs to himself giddily, and slams the wheel of the car hard in his excitement. Blood is sprinkled across his forehead, but he does not care. He takes a sip of whiskey beside him, and then grabs his gun.
INT. TUNNEL
Clerk limps over to the other car, the gun in his hand. Through his perspective we see a dark figure, unmoving inside the car in front of him.
CLERK
Youve had this coming, you smug son of a *****!
Youve had this coming, you smug son of a *****!
He takes his gun and shoots through the glass. The door of the car swings open by itself and the body falls to the hard cement ground. There is something odd on the bodys head, a hat. We cannot make it out.
Clerk laughs in delight. His smile disappears, however, as he goes forward and starts to look at the body. His face grows cold, and then it turns to a look of horror.
There on the ground is the young boy: Clerk as a child in his darling sombrero. The child is smiling, and there is a bullet hole in his forehead.
The gun drops to the floor. Outside the sound of slow, steady raindrops are heard.
EXT. HIGHWAY
The GTO swerves back on the high-way, driving on as if to nowhere. We zoom into the passenger seat and see Clerk taking a sip of beer in desperation.
FADE TO BLACK.
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FADE IN.
INT. FRONT DESK
Mirko walks into the building looking more somber than usual. Light rain-drops are on his jacket. There is something in his jacket pocket, and he keeps playing with it. He walks up to the receptionist desk where a savage looking man sits typing away. Mirko looks at this man strangely.
MIRKO
Wheres Cindy?
Wheres Cindy?
STRANGE MAN
She quit. Im the new secretary. You can call me Morg, by the way.
She quit. Im the new secretary. You can call me Morg, by the way.
The secretary points to his nametag, and raises one of his eyebrows. He is chewing gum.
MIRKO
But youre a
But youre a
MORG
Guy? Grow up man, its the 21st century.
Beat.
MIRKO
Look I just want to talk to Hollow.
Look I just want to talk to Hollow.
MORG
Well thats gonna be hard to do, fancy pants. Hes tied up in a meeting right now.
Well thats gonna be hard to do, fancy pants. Hes tied up in a meeting right now.
Morg goes back to looking at his computer but Mirko places a hand on his keyboard so the man has to look up at him.
MIRKO
Where?
Where?
INT. CORNER OFFICE
Hollow is talking to a man in a leather jacket who looks a lot like Fonzie when Mirko comes barging in.
HOLLOW
Look, I just want you to understand how dangerous this is going to be. You have to understand these people are not
Look, I just want you to understand how dangerous this is going to be. You have to understand these people are not
Hollow looks up at Mirko and stops mid-sentence.
HOLLOW (CONTINUED)
What the hell are you doing here?
MIRKO
I want to talk to you about uh, the triad.
I want to talk to you about uh, the triad.
Hollow suppresses his fist. He holds up a finger to the Fonzie look-alike and walks over to Mirko, grabbing him by the shoulder and talking to him in the corner.
HOLLOW (Whispering)
How many times have I told you not to interrupt me in a meeting? The triad are ****ed up, Mirko, history. They almost ruined this place and the only reason I didnt fire you for that **** is that ferret you still have. You should thank it every day for allowing you to keep your job.
MIRKO
Thats what I wanted to talk to you about. Ive been more productive writing histories the past couple of months than ever, you know that. Theres no way you could handle the amount of people coming in if it werent for me.
HOLLOW
I suppose thats true, but what does that have to do with anything?
I suppose thats true, but what does that have to do with anything?
MIRKO
The reason why I couldnt write good enough histories for the triad was that I didnt know them well enough. I dont know any of these patients for that matter.
HOLLOW
So?
So?
MIRKO
So, let me talk to one of them.
So, let me talk to one of them.
Hollow looks at Mirko like hes crazy.
HOLLOW
You cant be serious.
You cant be serious.
MIRKO
Just let me have like a five-minute conversation with one patient.
Just let me have like a five-minute conversation with one patient.
Mirko outstretches his hands like hes trying to be sincere. Hollow shakes his head.
HOLLOW
I cant believe Im gonna do this.
I cant believe Im gonna do this.
MIRKO
How come you dont like me? Philip likes me.
How come you dont like me? Philip likes me.
HOLLOW
Philips an *******, and youre an ******* too. Ill give you five minutes, thats it.
Philips an *******, and youre an ******* too. Ill give you five minutes, thats it.
MIRKO
Really? Thanks!
Really? Thanks!
Hollow ignores Mirkos response and starts walking out of the office, letting Mirko follow him.
HOLLOW
Theres a new guy that just came in today. His name is Jesse White; hes just over in this cell here. And Hollow
Theres a new guy that just came in today. His name is Jesse White; hes just over in this cell here. And Hollow
MIRKO
Yeah?
Yeah?
HOLLOW
Take good care of that ferret.
Take good care of that ferret.
Mirko puts his hand in his pocket and leaves the Fonzie guy to stand in the office room.
INT. PRISON CELL
On the hard concrete floor sits a skinny man, his hands on his head. Mirko walks into his cell, and Hollow closes the door behind him. Mirko looks back pleadingly at Hollow, but Hollow leaves and walks back down the hallway.
MIRKO
Uh hi.
Uh hi.
The man on the ground doesnt say anything. He just sits there motionless.
MIRKO
So, uh, you must be Jesse White then right? My names Mirko and uh, Im a writer and I was just wondering
So, uh, you must be Jesse White then right? My names Mirko and uh, Im a writer and I was just wondering
JESSE
Youre a what?
Youre a what?
MIRKO
Im a writer.
Im a writer.
JESSE
Why would they need a writer for a place like this?
Why would they need a writer for a place like this?
There is a long period of silence and a strange kind of squeaking sound that Mirko pretends like he didnt hear. Jesse stares at him sedately.
MIRKO
Look, Jesse, theyre gonna be placing you under some pretty hard drugs and I just wanted to talk
Look, Jesse, theyre gonna be placing you under some pretty hard drugs and I just wanted to talk
The squeaking sound happens again.
JESSE
What is that noise?
What is that noise?
MIRKO
Wellthats what I want to talk to you about.
Wellthats what I want to talk to you about.
Mirko reaches into his pocket and pulls out a tiny little ferret. Jesse backs away from it, a little frightened.
JESSE
Whatwhy are you giving me this?
Whatwhy are you giving me this?
MIRKO
Well, Im not.
Well, Im not.
Mirko scratches his head and shrugs.
MIRKO
Well, maybe I am. The thing is this ferret was given to me by the highest order that there is in this place. Now I want you to understand this: I dont agree with any of the ethics or moral values of the stuff that goes on here. But I can deal with it because I get a hell of a salary.
Well, maybe I am. The thing is this ferret was given to me by the highest order that there is in this place. Now I want you to understand this: I dont agree with any of the ethics or moral values of the stuff that goes on here. But I can deal with it because I get a hell of a salary.
JESSE
(Scoffing)
(Scoffing)
Im sure thats right.
MIRKO
Im pretty sure that youre not gonna like it here. In fact, this is probably going to be a living hell for you. I mean, working here is, so not getting paid has gotta be **** right?
Im pretty sure that youre not gonna like it here. In fact, this is probably going to be a living hell for you. I mean, working here is, so not getting paid has gotta be **** right?
JESSE
Right, well, I deserve to be here.
Right, well, I deserve to be here.
MIRKO
No you dont. And thats why Im giving you thisuh, him.
No you dont. And thats why Im giving you thisuh, him.
He reaches out and gives the ferret to Jesse.
MIRKO (CONTINUED)
Now dont let anything happen to him, okay? If he died, it could mean big trouble for both of us. Id probably get fired, and youd probably get beaten or worse. Hell, I dont even know what they do for punishment around here.
Now dont let anything happen to him, okay? If he died, it could mean big trouble for both of us. Id probably get fired, and youd probably get beaten or worse. Hell, I dont even know what they do for punishment around here.
JESSE
Youre not exactly making me feel optimistic. How do I know youre even real?
Youre not exactly making me feel optimistic. How do I know youre even real?
MIRKO
Dont; and you dont. I want to give you something else as well.
Mirko reaches back into his rain-soaked Jacket and pulls out a list. He gives it to Jesse, who looks it over eyes glazed.
JESSE
What is this?
MIRKO
Its a list of all the people that are patients here, including you. Dont tell anyone you have it. Keep it safe. After today, you may not remember how this conversation went. But I need you to promise me that youll remember it, and that youll keep that ferret safe. Can you do that?
Its a list of all the people that are patients here, including you. Dont tell anyone you have it. Keep it safe. After today, you may not remember how this conversation went. But I need you to promise me that youll remember it, and that youll keep that ferret safe. Can you do that?
JESSE
Maybe.
Maybe.
MIRKO
Promise.
Promise.
JESSE
Okay okay, I will.
Okay okay, I will.
Mirko breathes a huge sigh of relief.
MIRKO
Good now this is gonna sound weird, but is there anything in particular you hate?
Good now this is gonna sound weird, but is there anything in particular you hate?
JESSE
Yeah washed-up hippie writers who give me non-answers and strange tales of doom.
Yeah washed-up hippie writers who give me non-answers and strange tales of doom.
MIRKO
Ill remember that.
Ill remember that.
And Mirko closes the cell door behind him.
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INT. HALLWAY
The writer walks back down the hall-way when he sees Heather walking towards Hollows office. He darts behind a wall and gets close to where they are so he can hear them talking.
At the word writers Mirkos face goes wide-eyed and he struggles to keep his breathing low.
Heather goes silent. Mirko is breathing heavily, and he tries to stop himself.
There is a long silence. Mirko twists his neck to hear if theyre saying anything. He kicks a rock on the floor and curses to himself.
Mirko runs into a bathroom stall and hides there. Heather and Hollow emerge from his office and look around.
Hollow and Dew head off in different directionsDew towards the front office, Hollow to where Mirko had just came from. After they leave, Mirko emerges from the bathroom, sweat dripping from his brow, and runs down the hallway.
The writer walks back down the hall-way when he sees Heather walking towards Hollows office. He darts behind a wall and gets close to where they are so he can hear them talking.
HOLLOW
Son of a *****! I tell you, Dew, of all the writers, this is the worst one!
Son of a *****! I tell you, Dew, of all the writers, this is the worst one!
At the word writers Mirkos face goes wide-eyed and he struggles to keep his breathing low.
HEATHER
Hollow, I know what youre thinking and we cant. If Phillip finds out, youll be fired or worse.
Hollow, I know what youre thinking and we cant. If Phillip finds out, youll be fired or worse.
HOLLOW
I know that, believe me I know that. We cant go the way of the triad on this one. Old Malice is playing a game with me again, a ****ing cat-and-mouse game. Hes taunting me Dew! You know what I just did? I just let that son of a ***** talk to one of my patients. Lord knows what funny ****ing ideas hes putting in their heads.
I know that, believe me I know that. We cant go the way of the triad on this one. Old Malice is playing a game with me again, a ****ing cat-and-mouse game. Hes taunting me Dew! You know what I just did? I just let that son of a ***** talk to one of my patients. Lord knows what funny ****ing ideas hes putting in their heads.
HEATHER
Do you read the scripts?
Do you read the scripts?
HOLLOW
Of course I read the ****ing scripts, but how do we know he doesnt change them when were not looking?
Of course I read the ****ing scripts, but how do we know he doesnt change them when were not looking?
HEATHER
Youre being paranoid.
Youre being paranoid.
HOLLOW
Am I? I wouldnt be surprised if this Walsh ******* is in on it with Malice. You know what he had in his pocket? Could you even believe what this **** had in his pocket?
Am I? I wouldnt be surprised if this Walsh ******* is in on it with Malice. You know what he had in his pocket? Could you even believe what this **** had in his pocket?
HEATHER
What, Hollow?
What, Hollow?
HOLLOW
The ferret, Dew. He had the ferret that Phil had given him in his damn pocket! And you know what? I think he wanted me to see it. Just to show how much he and Phil are really getting along. If I could just put him with the Triad dew, if I could just, but I cant!
The ferret, Dew. He had the ferret that Phil had given him in his damn pocket! And you know what? I think he wanted me to see it. Just to show how much he and Phil are really getting along. If I could just put him with the Triad dew, if I could just, but I cant!
Heather goes silent. Mirko is breathing heavily, and he tries to stop himself.
HEATHER
Thats actually what I wanted to talk to you about.
Thats actually what I wanted to talk to you about.
HOLLOW
What?
What?
HEATHER
The triad. Theyre getting worse.
The triad. Theyre getting worse.
HOLLOW
How?
How?
HEATHER
I think theyre starting to realize that everything is a sham, that their past histories are real and that they can change them while theyre in them.
I think theyre starting to realize that everything is a sham, that their past histories are real and that they can change them while theyre in them.
HOLLOW
Wait a minute, wait a minute. I thought those changes I thought those were just mistakes, lapses in our judgment. How could they know?
Wait a minute, wait a minute. I thought those changes I thought those were just mistakes, lapses in our judgment. How could they know?
HEATHER
I think theyve had help from the inside.
I think theyve had help from the inside.
HOLLOW
You mean from one of us? That Mirko *******!
You mean from one of us? That Mirko *******!
HEATHER
No, Hollow, I mean from one of the patients.
No, Hollow, I mean from one of the patients.
HOLLOW
Which one?
Which one?
HEATHER
You know which one.
You know which one.
HOLLOW
Dont give me that bull****, Dew. Thats a bad rumor and you know it. We got enough surveillance on him, anyway.
Dont give me that bull****, Dew. Thats a bad rumor and you know it. We got enough surveillance on him, anyway.
HEATHER
Do you?
Do you?
There is a long silence. Mirko twists his neck to hear if theyre saying anything. He kicks a rock on the floor and curses to himself.
HOLLOW
Did you hear that?
Did you hear that?
Mirko runs into a bathroom stall and hides there. Heather and Hollow emerge from his office and look around.
HOLLOW (CONTINUED)
Doesnt look like anybodys here. ****ing old building. Ill see you around, Dew. I better be heading home about now anyway.
Doesnt look like anybodys here. ****ing old building. Ill see you around, Dew. I better be heading home about now anyway.
HEATHER
Ill see you later, Hollow.
Ill see you later, Hollow.
Hollow and Dew head off in different directionsDew towards the front office, Hollow to where Mirko had just came from. After they leave, Mirko emerges from the bathroom, sweat dripping from his brow, and runs down the hallway.
FADE TO BLACK.
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EXT. OUTDOOR COFFEE HOUSE
A man sits in an overpriced suit, alone and looking angry. As our perspective changes we see it is MOVIES205. He is drinking coffee from a small tiny tea cup, and his hair is gelled back. He looks over at the waitress, who is fashionably dressed in all blue, looking like a waitress from the 50s. Her dark hair accents the cold glare in her face, the Im not depressed look of someone who obviously is depressed and tired of working at their job. As she walks past him, he calls her over.
The woman turns around and looks at Movies.
The waitress stares at him.
She looks at him offended, about to come up with a rebottle but she subdues herself.
The waitress quickly turns around and looks at the other patrons. Movies205 distractedly plays with his fork on the side of his coffee cup. Snow is beginning to fall on the ground, and wind-chimes begin to wring brightly in the background.
She looks pale, and looks over at the people he is pointing out to her.
She walks forward and Movies calls out to her.
He smiles at her and she walks off unsure of herself. He takes one last sip of coffee, grimaces and looks out into the snow at what seems like nothing but may be everything.
The waitress talks to the two men. The red-head follows her awkwardly, staring at her ass. The darkly built man is more reluctant, argues with her and looks over strangely at Movies205. As we observe these men carefully, we can tell that they are JOLLY JOHNNY and CLERK. They follow the waitress over to Movies table, Clerk looking rather angry.
Johnny looks down at his pants and quickly zips up his fly, embarrassed. Clerk remains standing, on the edge.
Clerk sits down and looks at Movies205 strangely.
Movies205 takes another sip of his coffee, coughs and throws the rest of it onto the floor beside him. Johnny and Clerk look at each other confused, and find no answers in each others eyes.
Silence eclipses the chill hair.
He shoves his chair back with his hands, nearly making Johnny fall out of his seat. Movies raises up only one hand.
At this, a huge smile eclipses the face of Jolly Johnny.
Movies205 gets out of his chair, puts his gray stream-lined trench-coat on, and then his gray cap, which is puts down in greeting and then takes off into the cold night. Johnny and Clerk get out of their chairs, and stare at him as he walks off into what looks like nowhere.
They look on, and he disappears in the snow. Then they walk apart and go their separate ways.
FADE IN.
EXT. OUTDOOR COFFEE HOUSE
A man sits in an overpriced suit, alone and looking angry. As our perspective changes we see it is MOVIES205. He is drinking coffee from a small tiny tea cup, and his hair is gelled back. He looks over at the waitress, who is fashionably dressed in all blue, looking like a waitress from the 50s. Her dark hair accents the cold glare in her face, the Im not depressed look of someone who obviously is depressed and tired of working at their job. As she walks past him, he calls her over.
MOVIES205
Excuse me, carhop.
The woman turns around and looks at Movies.
WAITRESS
What?
MOVIES205
This vocation of which you are currently employed, this java shop that pretentiously calls itself a coffee house has just given me the most abhorrent demitasse I have ever had in my life. It is a perturbation that I have even purchased this offal of yours. I would request my filthy lucre to come back into my possession, please.
The waitress stares at him.
WAITRESS
What?
MOVIES205
I want my money back, you harlot!
She looks at him offended, about to come up with a rebottle but she subdues herself.
WAITRESS
If you would like to speak to the manager I can bring him here, thank you very much.
MOVIES205
No, no, I do not wish to speak to your zookeeper my lady. Ill tell you what: you muster those two surly gentlemen over there out from their daily inane adventures of being distraught super numerals of our society and bring them over to me. For this I will excuse the infringement that has befallen my day. Okay?
The waitress quickly turns around and looks at the other patrons. Movies205 distractedly plays with his fork on the side of his coffee cup. Snow is beginning to fall on the ground, and wind-chimes begin to wring brightly in the background.
THE WAITRESS
Which two gentlemen?
MOVIES205
The ginger with his cord undone; and the rugged swarthy man over at the table with what appears to be his clientele.
She looks pale, and looks over at the people he is pointing out to her.
WAITRESS
Why those two men?
MOVIES205
Id like to powwow with them babe, is that botheration?
WAITRESS
No
Ill go get them now.
She walks forward and Movies calls out to her.
MOVIES205
Dont let this operation destroy your livelihood, now maam.
He smiles at her and she walks off unsure of herself. He takes one last sip of coffee, grimaces and looks out into the snow at what seems like nothing but may be everything.
MOVIES205 (CONTINUED)
Youve lead me this far, now let me take this one last step.
The waitress talks to the two men. The red-head follows her awkwardly, staring at her ass. The darkly built man is more reluctant, argues with her and looks over strangely at Movies205. As we observe these men carefully, we can tell that they are JOLLY JOHNNY and CLERK. They follow the waitress over to Movies table, Clerk looking rather angry.
CLERK
What do you want, crazy guy, Im sort of busy?
JOLLY JOHNNY
Yeah, if it wasnt for the fact that Im always horny I would be kind of angry, ********. Dont you think this is weird, having us walk over to your table like this?
MOVIES205
Tis it is, but alas it is quite necessary. Would you take a seat? Oh, and by the by, your barn-door seems to have latched itself open if I am not mistaken.
Johnny looks down at his pants and quickly zips up his fly, embarrassed. Clerk remains standing, on the edge.
CLERK
You think Im just going to take your crap? What do you want with us? Is this about
my friends?
MOVIES205
Wow, Andrew, you are belligerent when you are sober, are you not? You should know, though, there are worse things in this godforsaken world than the mafia, so if you value your life you should sit down.
CLERK
Is that a threat?
MOVIES205
No, it is an appraisal. Its not me you have to worry about. Now ensconce yourself at once and stop *****ing.
Clerk sits down and looks at Movies205 strangely.
MOVIES205 (CONTINEUD)
Now, attend to me. Nobody on the outside knows this conversation is taking place. You have come to this coffee house from what you think has been your own accord, but it has not. You are in a dream right now, and thus it is easier to control your actions.
JOLLY JOHNNY
A dream? What the ****--?
MOVIES205
Hush. Clear your mind. When you are out of this dream, you will remember it as if it actually happened. Like its a memory
but its not. Its an implant--one, ironically, that you may have written yourself, but not necessarily.
CLERK
Christ, listening to you talk makes me want to be drunk.
MOVIES205
Good, succumb to your covetousness. This will give them the illusion that your drift into absurdity has not been compromised. Whatever you do next, it is most important that you do this.
Movies205 takes another sip of his coffee, coughs and throws the rest of it onto the floor beside him. Johnny and Clerk look at each other confused, and find no answers in each others eyes.
JOLLY JOHNNY
So, wait
you want us to what: get wasted, high, ****ed?
MOVIES205
Oh no, sensual pleasures are only the beginning of the equation. I need you to commit seppuku of the highest order.
Silence eclipses the chill hair.
JOLLY JOHNNY
You want us to kill ourselves?
CLERK
**** this.
He shoves his chair back with his hands, nearly making Johnny fall out of his seat. Movies raises up only one hand.
MOVIES205
Stop it, Clerk. Youre causing a commotion. Theyll find us quicker that way.
CLERK
Who will find us?
MOVIES205
You might not understand it now, but in your conscious you already know everything Im telling you is true. Now here is the most important part of your mission, one that I can already tell you two will like. Somewhere along your journeys you two will run into me again. When that happens, I need you to lodge a bullet into my skull.
At this, a huge smile eclipses the face of Jolly Johnny.
CLERK
Youre mad.
MOVIES205
Am I? So be it. It has to be a flintlock, nothing else will work. So dont try to get creative, Johnny. Now if youll excuse me, I see no reason for me to stay. When you awake, Ill try and find you. We are in grave danger, from ourselves, from them, and from other people like us. Good day, lads.
Movies205 gets out of his chair, puts his gray stream-lined trench-coat on, and then his gray cap, which is puts down in greeting and then takes off into the cold night. Johnny and Clerk get out of their chairs, and stare at him as he walks off into what looks like nowhere.
JOLLY JOHNNY
Now thats one cool dude.
CLERK
Yeah
in another life, maybe.
They look on, and he disappears in the snow. Then they walk apart and go their separate ways.
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EXT. FARM HOUSE
His face half-covered, Movies205 looks down at the footprints and sees they lead to the front door. He knocks on it nervously, and inside he hears dogs barking loudly. The door swings open, and TIMOTHY DARK, a weasel-like business man stood in front of him.
Beat.
Movies205 thinks about this for a second, and then answers.
Timothy Dark looks at him strangely.
The man draws a gun from his coat in a flash and points it at Movies face. M205 puts his hands in the air, not because he is frightened but as a sort of precautionary measure.
Tim slowly lowers his gun.
Timothy slams the door on Movies face. He looks down at the snow covered welcome rug, and breathes out smog.
Movies205 knocks on the door again. Timothy Dark opens the door, sees Movies there, curses under his breath and then goes to shut the door again. Before he can, Movies shoves the door open and pounces on Timothy.
Movies205 begins chocking Timothy on the floor. Tim looks up at him, tears in his eyes. His attacker grabs his gun and points it at the other man.
And Movies205 shoves the barrel into his own mouth and pulls the trigger. His brains splatter across the floor. For a second, Timothy Dark sits there with blood on his shirt.
His face half-covered, Movies205 looks down at the footprints and sees they lead to the front door. He knocks on it nervously, and inside he hears dogs barking loudly. The door swings open, and TIMOTHY DARK, a weasel-like business man stood in front of him.
TIMOTHY DARK
Can I help you?
Can I help you?
MOVIES205
You can indeed. May I gait my way under cover?
You can indeed. May I gait my way under cover?
Beat.
TIMOTHY DARK
Are you a solicitor?
Are you a solicitor?
MOVIES205
I am no beagle, sir. I am simply a yard bird.
I am no beagle, sir. I am simply a yard bird.
TIMOTHY DARK
Well I dont like any strangers in my house, especially not any ****ing intellectuals that just escaped from prison. Whats your name?
Well I dont like any strangers in my house, especially not any ****ing intellectuals that just escaped from prison. Whats your name?
Movies205 thinks about this for a second, and then answers.
MOVIES205
My name is Clerk, sir.
My name is Clerk, sir.
Timothy Dark looks at him strangely.
TIMOTHY DARK
Is that supposed to be some sort of joke? Cause it isnt funny.
Is that supposed to be some sort of joke? Cause it isnt funny.
MOVIES205
Oh, so you know him too.
Oh, so you know him too.
The man draws a gun from his coat in a flash and points it at Movies face. M205 puts his hands in the air, not because he is frightened but as a sort of precautionary measure.
TIMOTHY DARK
Who sent you?
Who sent you?
MOVIES205
If I told you that the results wouldnt be pretty.
If I told you that the results wouldnt be pretty.
TIMOTHY DARK
Why? Would you have to kill me?
Why? Would you have to kill me?
MOVIES205
First of all, you dont really exist except for in this realm if my hypothesis is correct, and thirdly, I mean you no harm.
First of all, you dont really exist except for in this realm if my hypothesis is correct, and thirdly, I mean you no harm.
Tim slowly lowers his gun.
TIMOTHY DARK
What do you mean?
What do you mean?
MOVIES205
Well, I feel a great sense of vengeance towards you, something I cant really explain. But I want to give you the benefit of the doubt. Hand me the gun.
Well, I feel a great sense of vengeance towards you, something I cant really explain. But I want to give you the benefit of the doubt. Hand me the gun.
TIMOTHY DARK
Oh, go **** yourself.
Oh, go **** yourself.
Timothy slams the door on Movies face. He looks down at the snow covered welcome rug, and breathes out smog.
MOVIES205
Why here? What am I supposed to do? Wait a minute
Why here? What am I supposed to do? Wait a minute
Movies205 knocks on the door again. Timothy Dark opens the door, sees Movies there, curses under his breath and then goes to shut the door again. Before he can, Movies shoves the door open and pounces on Timothy.
TIMOTHY DARK
What the fu
What the fu
Movies205 begins chocking Timothy on the floor. Tim looks up at him, tears in his eyes. His attacker grabs his gun and points it at the other man.
MOVIES205
I cant bring myself to kill you; you see the secret is Im not that kind of person.
I cant bring myself to kill you; you see the secret is Im not that kind of person.
TIMOTHY DARK
What the hell are you doing?
What the hell are you doing?
MOVIES205
Test driving.
Test driving.
And Movies205 shoves the barrel into his own mouth and pulls the trigger. His brains splatter across the floor. For a second, Timothy Dark sits there with blood on his shirt.
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FADE IN.
EXT. CHURCH
Mirko walks out of church as old people and young men file past him. He gets his keys out of his pocket and opens his car door. As the bells ring, a woman walks into the back of Mirkos car.
INT CAR
Black hair slides down the womans face as she sits down on top of Mirkos brown leather interior. Mirko looks at her in the rear-view mirror and sees that she has a file in her hands. She hands it to him, and he doesnt bother to look back at her, or to take the envelope.
MYSTERIOUS WOMAN
I didnt think someone like you would go to church, John. Arent you a skeptic?
I didnt think someone like you would go to church, John. Arent you a skeptic?
Mirko looks back at her and she raises an eyebrow questioningly. He looks back out his car at the autumn leaves on his hood.
MIRKO
Ive been coming to Church for 4 years, ever since my girlfriend died. Do better research next time.
Ive been coming to Church for 4 years, ever since my girlfriend died. Do better research next time.
The woman looks ashamedly down at the floor.
MYSTERIOUS WOMAN
Im not who you think I am
Im not who you think I am
MIRKO
Yes you are. You work for the Hype, dont you? I can usually tell right away.
Yes you are. You work for the Hype, dont you? I can usually tell right away.
MYSTERIOUS WOMAN
Correction: I worked for the hype. They fired me.
Correction: I worked for the hype. They fired me.
Mirko looks back for the first time with interest.
MIRKO
Fired you ? You were
Fired you ? You were
MYSTERIOUS WOMAN
--A writer, like yourself. Hollows nickname for me was Daisy.
--A writer, like yourself. Hollows nickname for me was Daisy.
Mirko stares at his hands in sudden understanding.
DAISY (CONTINUED)
I want you to have this file. It might shed some light on a few subjects. I particularly like the part about Mr. Thing.
I want you to have this file. It might shed some light on a few subjects. I particularly like the part about Mr. Thing.
MIRKO
Mr. Thing? Who--?
Mr. Thing? Who--?
She hands him the folder, and steps out of the car. She puts her head back in the door.
DAISY
And that precious triad of Hollows? They were writers once too.
And that precious triad of Hollows? They were writers once too.
Daisy closes the door and walks away into the chill autumn air. Mirko starts the car.
MIRKO
I know.
I know.
INT. LABORATORY
The calendar now has a photo of fall leaves and reads NOVEMBER 2002. Hollow sits at one of the tables in the empty room, silently reading Mirkos scripts, when Mirko himself bursts through the door and slams a folder in front of his face.
MIRKO
Explain this.
Explain this.
Hollow jumps almost 5 feet in the air and spills Mirkos scripts to the floor.
HOLLOW
How did you get in here?
How did you get in here?
MIRKO
Who is Mr. Thing?
Who is Mr. Thing?
Now he looks down at Mirkos folder, and then up at the man whose beard now almost completely covers his face.
HOLLOW
Who gave you this? Did Morg let you in here?
Who gave you this? Did Morg let you in here?
MIRKO
Daisy gave it to me, your old writer. And no, Morg doesnt know, I came in through the window.
Daisy gave it to me, your old writer. And no, Morg doesnt know, I came in through the window.
Hollow turns pale.
HOLLOW
Alright, so I lied to you Daisy was our first writer. But she was inexperienced, a hardhead. She didnt write as good of scripts as you do. Dont listen to whatever she said, shes just bitter.
Alright, so I lied to you Daisy was our first writer. But she was inexperienced, a hardhead. She didnt write as good of scripts as you do. Dont listen to whatever she said, shes just bitter.
MIRKO
What about the Triad? Did she write as good as scripts as them?
What about the Triad? Did she write as good as scripts as them?
Mirko stares coldly at Hollow. Hollow stops being nervous, and starts getting angry.
HOLLOW
What do you think youre going to do, Mirko? Are you going to tell Phil on me? He knows about most of this stuff already.
What do you think youre going to do, Mirko? Are you going to tell Phil on me? He knows about most of this stuff already.
MIRKO
Most of it? Who is Mr. Thing?
Most of it? Who is Mr. Thing?
HOLLOW
**** off you bastard. You think I operate things here the way that I do to be cruel? These are bad people here. I rehabilitate them, give them new personalities. Good ones. If I didnt do this, things would just be chaos.
**** off you bastard. You think I operate things here the way that I do to be cruel? These are bad people here. I rehabilitate them, give them new personalities. Good ones. If I didnt do this, things would just be chaos.
MIRKO
You still didnt answer my question.
You still didnt answer my question.
HOLLOW
And why should I? Youre just like all the others. You think youre somehow important. Do you know why I hired you? Because you were the ****tiest piece of pulp writer trash I could find.
And why should I? Youre just like all the others. You think youre somehow important. Do you know why I hired you? Because you were the ****tiest piece of pulp writer trash I could find.
Mirko curls his hand into a fist. Hollow grins a wide deceptive smile.
MIRKO
Shut up. Thats not true.
Shut up. Thats not true.
HOLLOW
I just got done reading some of your ****ty dialogue. You know what I want to do? Puke all over the floor.
I just got done reading some of your ****ty dialogue. You know what I want to do? Puke all over the floor.
Mirko is about to respond, when a loud metallic noise reverberates off the walls. Hollow gets on his hands and knees, and Mirko looks around.
MIRKO
What was that noise?
What was that noise?
HOLLOW
what noise?
what noise?
MIRKO
Stop playing games with me. I know you heard it.
Stop playing games with me. I know you heard it.
The sound happens again, only this time its louder. Mirko covers his ears, and Hollow starts to cry.
HOLLOW
My name isnt Timothy! Its Hollow damnit
My name isnt Timothy! Its Hollow damnit
MIRKO
What are you talking about
What are you talking about
The sound againits closer this time, like its coming from outside in the hallway.
HOLLOW
I just want to make the world a better place. Everything has to have a name.
I just want to make the world a better place. Everything has to have a name.
Mirko walks away from Hollow, and walks out into the hallway.
INT. HALLWAY
In the middle of the hallway stands a young blonde-haired woman in a purple dress. She looks at Mirko through clear blue eyes. Mirko looks at her and walks forward, scared.
MIRKO
Julia ?
Julia ?
She pouts. Her hair accents her face perfectly.
JULIA
Why did you let me die, Mirko?
Why did you let me die, Mirko?
MIRKO
I I didnt. The doctor said that you only had days to live. I didnt want you to suffer. I had to pull the plug.
I I didnt. The doctor said that you only had days to live. I didnt want you to suffer. I had to pull the plug.
JULIA
You killed me.
You killed me.
Mirko shakes his head, and his whole body starts to tremble.
MIRKO
I didnt I didnt!
I didnt I didnt!
He lunges at her, but she disappears. He lurches down, a stub in the hallway. He starts to cry. Behind him, Hollow walks out of the laboratory. Mirko looks up, seeing Hollow is there. Tears are in his eyes.
MIRKO (CONTINUED)
Okay.
Okay.
HOLLOW
Okay what?
Okay what?
MIRKO
Ill write your scripts. Just as much as I always do. But Im sending them in by mail. I dont ever want to come to this place again.
Ill write your scripts. Just as much as I always do. But Im sending them in by mail. I dont ever want to come to this place again.
Hollow watches him bolt down the hallway. He looks down at the ground, and sees the file Daisy had given Mirko left lying on the floor.
HOLLOW
****
****
The file lies open. A few documents are there, and a single photo of a small teddy bear.
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TEXT: FIVE YEARS LATER
INT. HOLLOWS OFFICE
Heather sits at a chair staring at a singular gold-fish swimming around in a fishbowl. Hollow walks in, a cup of Slusho in his hands.
She looks over at him, and he puts the Slusho on his desk. He sits in his office chair and sighs.
Hollows phone rings. Heather smiles at him, and he picks up the phone perturbed.
At the sound of the voice on the other end, Hollows face goes pale. Heather watches him frightened.
Heather looks at him, shocked.
Hollow slams the phone down, and puts his hands over his head.
Hollow gets up out of his chair, Heather goes to follow him.
Hollow grabs his Slusho and leaves the office. Heather watches him leave, worried.
INT. HALLWAY
Hollow walks out of his office and down the hallway. He finishes drinking his Slusho and then throws it in the garbage can. He shakes his head.
He turns around the corner, and a golden haired warrior knocks him unconscious with the butt of her shotgun. She carries his body across the floor and starts tying his hands up with duct tape. On the ground, a small ferret watches intrigued.
FADE IN.
INT. HOLLOWS OFFICE
Heather sits at a chair staring at a singular gold-fish swimming around in a fishbowl. Hollow walks in, a cup of Slusho in his hands.
HEATHER
So how are you?
So how are you?
She looks over at him, and he puts the Slusho on his desk. He sits in his office chair and sighs.
HOLLOW
What is that supposed to be funny? In the past month weve let more psychos out of this place than ever before. We even got in the news because of that ****ing Sentinel guy. I just dont see how this day can get any worse.
What is that supposed to be funny? In the past month weve let more psychos out of this place than ever before. We even got in the news because of that ****ing Sentinel guy. I just dont see how this day can get any worse.
Hollows phone rings. Heather smiles at him, and he picks up the phone perturbed.
HOLLOW (CONTINUED)
Hello?
Hello?
At the sound of the voice on the other end, Hollows face goes pale. Heather watches him frightened.
HOLLOW (CONT.)
What the **** do you mean one of them found you? No Im not going to take you back. No, youre not listening to me. No more are gonna come, Jesses the only guy thats been released. Yes I know about Sentinel. Look, Mirko
What the **** do you mean one of them found you? No Im not going to take you back. No, youre not listening to me. No more are gonna come, Jesses the only guy thats been released. Yes I know about Sentinel. Look, Mirko
Heather looks at him, shocked.
HOLLOW (CONT.)
Yeah okay. Look, I think the best thing you can do is stay where you are. Can you do that for me? Uh-huh. Okay. I might see you in a couple of days. Goodbye.
Yeah okay. Look, I think the best thing you can do is stay where you are. Can you do that for me? Uh-huh. Okay. I might see you in a couple of days. Goodbye.
Hollow slams the phone down, and puts his hands over his head.
HOLLOW (CONT.)
**** Jesse showed up at his apartment.
**** Jesse showed up at his apartment.
HEATHER
What? How could he remember?
What? How could he remember?
HOLLOW
I dont know. I so dont want to deal with either of those ****s right now. When is Malice giving his speech to the press?
I dont know. I so dont want to deal with either of those ****s right now. When is Malice giving his speech to the press?
HEATHER
Tomorrow morning.
Tomorrow morning.
HOLLOW
Alright, good.
Alright, good.
Hollow gets up out of his chair, Heather goes to follow him.
HEATHER
Where are you going? Dont you want to get ready for the press meeting tomorrow?
Where are you going? Dont you want to get ready for the press meeting tomorrow?
HOLLOW
Its always just bull****, Dew. You know that. Im going for a walk.
Its always just bull****, Dew. You know that. Im going for a walk.
Hollow grabs his Slusho and leaves the office. Heather watches him leave, worried.
INT. HALLWAY
Hollow walks out of his office and down the hallway. He finishes drinking his Slusho and then throws it in the garbage can. He shakes his head.
HOLLOW
What a long ****ing day.
What a long ****ing day.
He turns around the corner, and a golden haired warrior knocks him unconscious with the butt of her shotgun. She carries his body across the floor and starts tying his hands up with duct tape. On the ground, a small ferret watches intrigued.
FADE TO BLACK.
HYPE: THE SERIES
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Great! I'll have my review up sometime tomorrow! 
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Heh, sweet. I apologize to anyone who goes blind trying to read this, btw.Great! I'll have my review up sometime tomorrow!
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ahahah the ferret. Nice expostion on the triad.
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I hate to say this, but more than likely the next episode will be the last one EVA.
It's been a long time, and we are catching up to the bittersweet ending. Plus, it's the episode we've all wanted to write since this thing has started anyway.
It's been a long time, and we are catching up to the bittersweet ending. Plus, it's the episode we've all wanted to write since this thing has started anyway.
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Actually, you first showed up a WHILE ago, but whatever, you came back in this ep. And yeah the story is very oldschool hype which is why its gonna end soon.
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I'm bumping this, the rough draft for the finale has been completed.
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Yea. It would have been like, finished like a normal miniseries with an "episode" every 2 weeks if I were listened to before it all really got started, coz I was like, "Hay let's write a show and like, release a script every 2 weeks. But let's have them all finished first." And the last part flew away. 
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At least it's over now.Yea. It would have been like, finished like a normal miniseries with an "episode" every 2 weeks if I were listened to before it all really got started, coz I was like, "Hay let's write a show and like, release a script every 2 weeks. But let's have them all finished first." And the last part flew away.
Or on it's way anyways. Are you editing? I don't remember who's editing anymore.
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IT iS TheEnNd
this story's old but it GoesS ON ANd ON until wWE disApper
this story's old but it GoesS ON ANd ON until wWE disApper
