Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2021 21:50:18 GMT -5
Dazed eyelids blink; an unstable view from the back of a covered truck. Sly rubs his head, being driven somewhere in an old green pick up with a customer camper shell. Lindy begins to stir next to him. Seeing where she is and how dirty her clothes have become, she starts crying. Sly puts a hand on her shoulder, but she pulls away. Suddenly, Sly realizes how to make her feel better...
Dr.Sly "Lindy, I know who is behind this... I saw in the warehouse V was in before he came and knocked us out..."
Lindy LeVeaux "It was V, he's a lunatic, FUCKINGGGGG DUHHH! NEWSFLASHH EVERYONE!"
She sobs into her arm, then more then the tears drench her shirt sleeve further.
Dr.Sly "No, Lindy... you can make decisions on Dystopia. You did get to him first even though I figured it out like WAY wayyyyy before you, but heyyy! Sanatorium is enough. But this isn't over. Why aren't we dead? He's taking us to someone else! V is just the mechanism, we're about to meet the machine builder!!"
Lindy LeVeaux "ARE YOU STILL TALK- WAIT! I GOT DYSTOPIA!!??"
She hugs Sly as the truck comes to an abrupt halt.
Lindy LeVeaux "OH MY GOD, ARE WE GONNA DIE?"
Dr.Sly "NO-STOP! LISTEN.. Sorry, listen, the person I saw is actuall-"
The cab door swings open, the tailgate pulled down. V stands with a firm look, nodding at where he wants them to stand. Our fearless fearing leaders sit in two fold out chairs with their hands cuffed behind them. V hovering nearby... waiting.
Lindy LeVeaux "NOO! I SAW THIS ON NARCOS- KILLLSHOTT! NOO! NO! NO!"
V "Would you relax you crazy bitch?"
Down the stairs behind V walks an older southern looking gentleman. He is wearing an old Nixon mask over his distinctive facial features. With a fancy cane he sits on a chair gingerly across from the two HQ operators. V walks behind him.
Dr.Sly "Dick Nixon? Who the fuck really- Colonel Sanders? Wow, kidnapped by a celebrity Linz... you're the same asshole I saw in the warehouse before... is that where we are? Oh yeah, I tracked you, V..."
V stomps on Sly's toes until he stops talking.
Lindy LeVeaux "You're gonna get us KILLED, YOU FUCK!"
A fresh V backhand across the face stops anymore medical anecdotes.
Mister STF "How did that feel, hmmm? I am the investor from the shadows who has stepped into the light to help save this fucking dump. Stan Fitzgerald... Mister STF to you idiots. Eden wasn't getting it done! And now, V has turned her into what we all knew she was the second she blackmailed him to fight on her behalf against Jacob Knight! A MONNSTERR!"
Lindy LeVeaux "Bro- we weren't even here then!"
Mister STF "Shut that purdy little mouth before somethin' bad happens to it. I am taking over as what we will call, OOOHHHH, how 'bout... VIP of Events? You two stay the faces of the shows, but when I say jump, you say..."
Dr.Sly "HOOOW HIGH are you RIGHT now?"
V kicks Sly over in his chair. A gash begins to pour from where he hit his head.
Lindy LeVeaux "STOP!! WE WILL COMPLY!"
V "Fuckin' wise guy-"
Mister STF "HOW HIGH, I think you meant... Which is CORRECT! Nice deduction, Doctor. Don't disappoint me. If I catch wind of anything I don't know about, V will pay you a visit. The Eden era isn't coming back, your attempts to heal her with a serum won't be successful. And even if they are... they won't be for long... you get ME?"
Lindy's eyes flutter as she makes out something behind STF and V. She squints trying to get a better view, then looks away before anyone catches onto her looking. THE LIGHTS GO OUT! A LOUD STRUGGLE ENSUES! After several minutes of wild camera gesticulation... a voice ends the madness.
Stephen Quinn "NOWWWW!"
The lights come up as 10 guards lay on the ground groaning all around V. Quinn stands on the side holding a bent over Mister STF by the arm aggressively. Smacking him maniacally as need be for control.
V "Don't make me fuckin' kill you, Stephen! Let HIM GO! NOW!"
Dr.Sly "DO IT, QUINN!"
Stephen Quinn "Sure, I will V... as soon as you turn yourself in, and we all see this assholes face!"
Quinn pulls up on the mask. V lunges toward Quinn as the two battle between fists and elbows. They go back and forth before landing simultaneous right jabs on the other, knocking both backward to the ground. The camera pans around slowly catching the shocked faces of Dr.Sly's bloody head, Lindy's scared expression, V's disappointed anger, and Quinn's complete bafflement. A pan up Mister STF's legs, fancy coat, and finally to his unmasked FACE!
BUT-
THEN!
JUST BEFORE the unveil we see inside an apartment. Past the TV showing old Dystopia matches, around a recliner chair, on the arm is the old JFK mask in what is clearly a flashback. Into the bathroom as the water runs, we see the same face in a mirror, putting black makeup around his eyes to help conceal them under the mask.
Dr.Sly "Lindy, I know who is behind this... I saw in the warehouse V was in before he came and knocked us out..."
Lindy LeVeaux "It was V, he's a lunatic, FUCKINGGGGG DUHHH! NEWSFLASHH EVERYONE!"
She sobs into her arm, then more then the tears drench her shirt sleeve further.
Dr.Sly "No, Lindy... you can make decisions on Dystopia. You did get to him first even though I figured it out like WAY wayyyyy before you, but heyyy! Sanatorium is enough. But this isn't over. Why aren't we dead? He's taking us to someone else! V is just the mechanism, we're about to meet the machine builder!!"
Lindy LeVeaux "ARE YOU STILL TALK- WAIT! I GOT DYSTOPIA!!??"
She hugs Sly as the truck comes to an abrupt halt.
Lindy LeVeaux "OH MY GOD, ARE WE GONNA DIE?"
Dr.Sly "NO-STOP! LISTEN.. Sorry, listen, the person I saw is actuall-"
The cab door swings open, the tailgate pulled down. V stands with a firm look, nodding at where he wants them to stand. Our fearless fearing leaders sit in two fold out chairs with their hands cuffed behind them. V hovering nearby... waiting.
Lindy LeVeaux "NOO! I SAW THIS ON NARCOS- KILLLSHOTT! NOO! NO! NO!"
V "Would you relax you crazy bitch?"
Down the stairs behind V walks an older southern looking gentleman. He is wearing an old Nixon mask over his distinctive facial features. With a fancy cane he sits on a chair gingerly across from the two HQ operators. V walks behind him.
Dr.Sly "Dick Nixon? Who the fuck really- Colonel Sanders? Wow, kidnapped by a celebrity Linz... you're the same asshole I saw in the warehouse before... is that where we are? Oh yeah, I tracked you, V..."
V stomps on Sly's toes until he stops talking.
Lindy LeVeaux "You're gonna get us KILLED, YOU FUCK!"
A fresh V backhand across the face stops anymore medical anecdotes.
Mister STF "How did that feel, hmmm? I am the investor from the shadows who has stepped into the light to help save this fucking dump. Stan Fitzgerald... Mister STF to you idiots. Eden wasn't getting it done! And now, V has turned her into what we all knew she was the second she blackmailed him to fight on her behalf against Jacob Knight! A MONNSTERR!"
Lindy LeVeaux "Bro- we weren't even here then!"
Mister STF "Shut that purdy little mouth before somethin' bad happens to it. I am taking over as what we will call, OOOHHHH, how 'bout... VIP of Events? You two stay the faces of the shows, but when I say jump, you say..."
Dr.Sly "HOOOW HIGH are you RIGHT now?"
V kicks Sly over in his chair. A gash begins to pour from where he hit his head.
Lindy LeVeaux "STOP!! WE WILL COMPLY!"
V "Fuckin' wise guy-"
Mister STF "HOW HIGH, I think you meant... Which is CORRECT! Nice deduction, Doctor. Don't disappoint me. If I catch wind of anything I don't know about, V will pay you a visit. The Eden era isn't coming back, your attempts to heal her with a serum won't be successful. And even if they are... they won't be for long... you get ME?"
Lindy's eyes flutter as she makes out something behind STF and V. She squints trying to get a better view, then looks away before anyone catches onto her looking. THE LIGHTS GO OUT! A LOUD STRUGGLE ENSUES! After several minutes of wild camera gesticulation... a voice ends the madness.
Stephen Quinn "NOWWWW!"
The lights come up as 10 guards lay on the ground groaning all around V. Quinn stands on the side holding a bent over Mister STF by the arm aggressively. Smacking him maniacally as need be for control.
V "Don't make me fuckin' kill you, Stephen! Let HIM GO! NOW!"
Dr.Sly "DO IT, QUINN!"
Stephen Quinn "Sure, I will V... as soon as you turn yourself in, and we all see this assholes face!"
Quinn pulls up on the mask. V lunges toward Quinn as the two battle between fists and elbows. They go back and forth before landing simultaneous right jabs on the other, knocking both backward to the ground. The camera pans around slowly catching the shocked faces of Dr.Sly's bloody head, Lindy's scared expression, V's disappointed anger, and Quinn's complete bafflement. A pan up Mister STF's legs, fancy coat, and finally to his unmasked FACE!
BUT-
THEN!
JUST BEFORE the unveil we see inside an apartment. Past the TV showing old Dystopia matches, around a recliner chair, on the arm is the old JFK mask in what is clearly a flashback. Into the bathroom as the water runs, we see the same face in a mirror, putting black makeup around his eyes to help conceal them under the mask.
