Post by theminstrel on Nov 28, 2005 0:09:57 GMT -5
MARCUS!
MARCUS!
[We fade in once again on those two massive doors that are forced open by a woman dressed in a evening gown. Its a black eveing gown thats strapless with a black shaul. Her blonde hair is shoulder blade length, angled and straight. She appears to be fairly young, but who knows with plastic surgery, they can do wonders. Her body is refined and nice, not overly vulumptuous, but not rail thin either. She walks with a purpose through those doors]
Off-screen: Hey babe. Whats up?
[We pan to find Marcus standing there, a little dis-oriented in a dark green suit with a navy blue dress shirt and tie underneath. His eyes are watered slightly, his hair is slightly messed, and his shirt is undone; he tucks it in as he walks around the other side of the desk]
Woman: Drake, just called and said it was important... I said you were... Uh... Pre-occupied.
[He nods seemingly understanding over-half]
Trapier: Did he say anythin bout what its bout?
[Broken English as he continues to try to get himself back in order]
Woman: Do they ever tell me anything?
[He shrugs with a smile
Trapier: Dats da way I like to keep it.
[The woman makes a face]
Woman: Listen (BLEEP).
[He takes a sarcastic step back at her aggressiveness]
Woman: We're supposed to meet up with Harrison and company at Trobino's in a half hour, so get your shit together.
Trapier: Where is dat...
[And with that he finds the phone, he pushes two buttons]
[RING!]
[RING!]
Phone: Hallo?
[An accented voice picks up the phone]
Trapier: Its me.
Phone: Oh good, we took care of yesterday's little situation, you know it wasn't too hard
[Trapier stands there with a smile on his face, making a circular motion]
Phone: Ummm... Boss, am I on speakerphone?
Trapier: Yes, Drake.
[There is a pause]
Phone: Well you may want to take this next bit of news in private.
[He picks up the phone and there is a long pause]
Trapier: Alright relack, I'll be right there.
[He hangs up the phone and stands there almost in shock for a minute. He then shakes his head for a moment, seemingly shocked sober]
Trapier: Guy's a madman.
[As he powerwalks towards the door, still sniffling a bit, we exit and cut away]
[We fade in on a simple stool in a dim light on the stool is a white mask. The mask for a Greek tragedy]
[There is the sound of dripping water in the background as a flash of light illuminates the room, we can see some pots, a few boxes, and pretty much filth, but no sign of a human presence]
Off-Screen Voice: Cracking a smile is easy when the words that leave your mouth are humorous to yourself.
[The raspy voice is almost whisper soft, but packs something else behind it]
OSV: But when the words you say only make you laugh?
[We are in a slow zoom on the mask, the frown so detailed and exaggerated it almost mocks sadness, but yet is the essence of it, a perfect contradiction]
OSV: And what of those who attempt to terrorize with their images of death and words of pain?
[Once again a flash of light and a shadowy figure is revealed in the background, his back appears turned. but we can still observe that his hair is messly strewn about and fairly long]
OSV: Those who make themselves the source of more laughter then the fools who are attempting to create it?
OSV: Well the Funny Man, I speak of, only looks to entertain himself and only terrorizes those that allow themselves to be intimidated.
OSV: Its hard for the Funny Man to lose a battle of the minds when he blurs the lines of genius and of madmen... And does so with a smile and cackle.
OSV: But that's niether here or there for my friend... Simply put the man is a wild card, the man is unexpected. Unreal. Unequaled. No one knows the world he comes from, no one knows what the man has been through.
[Suddenly the hand pulls the mask back and into the darkness, the light only shines upon the stool. A chuckle in the background]
OSV: I won't bother to explain because that would only lead to some form of understanding. This man wants to be a surprise, this man wants you to be comfortable...
But then perhaps when you least expect it.
You're gone and he's holding the cards.
[Cut away on the card]
MARCUS!
[We fade in once again on those two massive doors that are forced open by a woman dressed in a evening gown. Its a black eveing gown thats strapless with a black shaul. Her blonde hair is shoulder blade length, angled and straight. She appears to be fairly young, but who knows with plastic surgery, they can do wonders. Her body is refined and nice, not overly vulumptuous, but not rail thin either. She walks with a purpose through those doors]
Off-screen: Hey babe. Whats up?
[We pan to find Marcus standing there, a little dis-oriented in a dark green suit with a navy blue dress shirt and tie underneath. His eyes are watered slightly, his hair is slightly messed, and his shirt is undone; he tucks it in as he walks around the other side of the desk]
Woman: Drake, just called and said it was important... I said you were... Uh... Pre-occupied.
[He nods seemingly understanding over-half]
Trapier: Did he say anythin bout what its bout?
[Broken English as he continues to try to get himself back in order]
Woman: Do they ever tell me anything?
[He shrugs with a smile
Trapier: Dats da way I like to keep it.
[The woman makes a face]
Woman: Listen (BLEEP).
[He takes a sarcastic step back at her aggressiveness]
Woman: We're supposed to meet up with Harrison and company at Trobino's in a half hour, so get your shit together.
Trapier: Where is dat...
[And with that he finds the phone, he pushes two buttons]
[RING!]
[RING!]
Phone: Hallo?
[An accented voice picks up the phone]
Trapier: Its me.
Phone: Oh good, we took care of yesterday's little situation, you know it wasn't too hard
[Trapier stands there with a smile on his face, making a circular motion]
Phone: Ummm... Boss, am I on speakerphone?
Trapier: Yes, Drake.
[There is a pause]
Phone: Well you may want to take this next bit of news in private.
[He picks up the phone and there is a long pause]
Trapier: Alright relack, I'll be right there.
[He hangs up the phone and stands there almost in shock for a minute. He then shakes his head for a moment, seemingly shocked sober]
Trapier: Guy's a madman.
[As he powerwalks towards the door, still sniffling a bit, we exit and cut away]
[We fade in on a simple stool in a dim light on the stool is a white mask. The mask for a Greek tragedy]
[There is the sound of dripping water in the background as a flash of light illuminates the room, we can see some pots, a few boxes, and pretty much filth, but no sign of a human presence]
Off-Screen Voice: Cracking a smile is easy when the words that leave your mouth are humorous to yourself.
[The raspy voice is almost whisper soft, but packs something else behind it]
OSV: But when the words you say only make you laugh?
[We are in a slow zoom on the mask, the frown so detailed and exaggerated it almost mocks sadness, but yet is the essence of it, a perfect contradiction]
OSV: And what of those who attempt to terrorize with their images of death and words of pain?
[Once again a flash of light and a shadowy figure is revealed in the background, his back appears turned. but we can still observe that his hair is messly strewn about and fairly long]
OSV: Those who make themselves the source of more laughter then the fools who are attempting to create it?
OSV: Well the Funny Man, I speak of, only looks to entertain himself and only terrorizes those that allow themselves to be intimidated.
OSV: Its hard for the Funny Man to lose a battle of the minds when he blurs the lines of genius and of madmen... And does so with a smile and cackle.
OSV: But that's niether here or there for my friend... Simply put the man is a wild card, the man is unexpected. Unreal. Unequaled. No one knows the world he comes from, no one knows what the man has been through.
[Suddenly the hand pulls the mask back and into the darkness, the light only shines upon the stool. A chuckle in the background]
OSV: I won't bother to explain because that would only lead to some form of understanding. This man wants to be a surprise, this man wants you to be comfortable...
But then perhaps when you least expect it.
You're gone and he's holding the cards.
[Cut away on the card]