Post by theminstrel on Dec 4, 2005 23:54:46 GMT -5
[Classical music... Is there anything more mundane yet soothing? We find the muscians playing their instrutments with stoic and focuses faces in their tuxedos. As we pan around the room we find people in tie and suit attire dining and drinking the wines at the bottom of the menu. The one's with fancy names and extra zeroes on the price. Red faces and hysterical laughter from those that can afford to throw away a Monday morning for the sake of a Sunday night]
[We find exactly who we're looking for amongst this crowd of well-off drunkards, joining in the festivities with a glass all his own on constant refill. Marcus Trapier sits in complete black tie attire with a elegant looking blonde, who we've seen previously, quietly enjoying her and his ridiculous state]
[They sit with two men, who are obviously of Irish descent for two simple reasons: they are drinking Guiness and are the loudest people in the place. One man, the one next to the Blonde, is fairly large and has a monumental laugh. He is also dressed in black tie attire, but must weigh twice his reasonable body weight. His red hair creates a horseshoe around his other wise bald head. His counterpart is a smaller, leaner man with a full head of blonde hair, but holds the voice of God in terms of volume]
Blonde Guy: So I told em, F you!
[They all chuckle, but the girl noticably rolls her eyes as she sips her drink]
Trapier: Alright Nicky...
[He wipes his head with the back of his hand and attempts to recover from the fit of laughter... Rather obviously faking it, I may add]
Trapier: Do you boys think we can do business?
[Immediately the restaurant's volume is turned down enough so that we can hear the classical music again. Both men feel the need to wipe their faces clean of whatever they were eating and give each other a look... Followed by a nod]
Fat Guy: Marcus... We like you alot.
[He's cut off]
Woman: Almost as much as Guiness
[They all share a hearty chuckle, but once again her sarcasm is noted as she drinks slightly more]
Fat Guy: Heh heh... While this is true, I'm not certain we can engage in business based on your... Ummm... Contacts.
[Marcus sips his drink and nods as he pulls it away. He smiles at the men and makes hand gestures as he speaks]
Trapier: Gentlemen, I completely understand your concern with... That situation... But you must understand for the man's drawbacks he is truly the best in the business. The guy has been one hundred percent on even with his eccentric nature.
[Once again both Irishmen feel the need to exchange a glance, but they grin at each other as they do so]
Nicky: Well, in Ireland we love crazy SOBS as much as the next man and if you believe you and keep him in line...
[Trapier interupts and raises his glass to the other men]
Trapier: I know I can, my partners.
[He puts special inflection on partners and nods towards them. They raise their glasses in salute]
Fat Guy: Cheers!
[They drink a sizeable gulp together. Nicky puts his glass down first and has an inquiring look on his face]
Nicky: Just how do you know him anyway?
[With this question we immediately cut to black only to fade back up again on Jack. His greasy hair strewn about randomly as he walks along the side of the highway. The audio is often destroyed by the sound of cars speeding by as his hair. Yet, Jack continues on his journey walking along the shoulder]
[He wears a green army jacket, which obviously is not snug enough to keep him warm. He wears a gray sweatshirt underneath along with jeans and work boots. His face is covered with facial hair that hasn't fully grown in... Basically the guy looks like he's homeless]
[But his eyes show a genuine madness that is too deep to be so desperate]
Jack: So they found little Stevie...
[He chuckles as he leads revealing those vile yellow teeth]
Jack: It's a shame... The kid had alot of potential in this dirtbag industry. Trapier's meeting with McDonough cousins, he might've played a primary rople in the partnership, but he felt the need to open his mouth a little too often.
[His raspy voice reminds us of the classic bad guy in cartoons, the one who sold drugs... The one who was the bad influence... He constantly draws us in though with that same soft, raspy whisper]
Jack: Reminds me alot of the Funny Guy's opponent this week... A guy who just doesn't know when to cut his vocal chords out and call it a day. Well much like Little Stevie, you're gonna regret what you did in about twenty four hours my friend. You think he's trying to scare you?
[His arms fly out suddenly]
Jack: He doesn't have to! He hasn't said a word!
[He lauighs slowly and then turns his attention back towards the camera]
Jack: Don't you see? You've revealed your concern by suggesting it! The man has yet to say a word to you and yet you think he's intimidating you? He already has the upper hand mentally and obviously has the upper hand physically.
[He makes the cutthroat sign]
Jack: Checkmate my friend, enjoy the ride because I'm certain it's the last you'll ever take.
[Suddenly a car skids in our camera and narrowly avoids a collission... Jack turns shocked, then turns around once again towards the camera, bearing a grin... Those gross yellow teeth and the maniacal eyes simply daring us to make a subtle move.... The man clearly has something about him that makes us question every, single, little thing about him, about us, about the world]
Jack: We all should be so lucky... Unfortunately for you, the luck's run out.
[We zoom in,as we begin to fade, on those eyes. The eyes that just dig deep into us and read us as though we were open books, the eyes that can see beyond masks. Perhaps thats why he knows so much... Or just is able to make us think that way]
[Fade out]
[We find exactly who we're looking for amongst this crowd of well-off drunkards, joining in the festivities with a glass all his own on constant refill. Marcus Trapier sits in complete black tie attire with a elegant looking blonde, who we've seen previously, quietly enjoying her and his ridiculous state]
[They sit with two men, who are obviously of Irish descent for two simple reasons: they are drinking Guiness and are the loudest people in the place. One man, the one next to the Blonde, is fairly large and has a monumental laugh. He is also dressed in black tie attire, but must weigh twice his reasonable body weight. His red hair creates a horseshoe around his other wise bald head. His counterpart is a smaller, leaner man with a full head of blonde hair, but holds the voice of God in terms of volume]
Blonde Guy: So I told em, F you!
[They all chuckle, but the girl noticably rolls her eyes as she sips her drink]
Trapier: Alright Nicky...
[He wipes his head with the back of his hand and attempts to recover from the fit of laughter... Rather obviously faking it, I may add]
Trapier: Do you boys think we can do business?
[Immediately the restaurant's volume is turned down enough so that we can hear the classical music again. Both men feel the need to wipe their faces clean of whatever they were eating and give each other a look... Followed by a nod]
Fat Guy: Marcus... We like you alot.
[He's cut off]
Woman: Almost as much as Guiness
[They all share a hearty chuckle, but once again her sarcasm is noted as she drinks slightly more]
Fat Guy: Heh heh... While this is true, I'm not certain we can engage in business based on your... Ummm... Contacts.
[Marcus sips his drink and nods as he pulls it away. He smiles at the men and makes hand gestures as he speaks]
Trapier: Gentlemen, I completely understand your concern with... That situation... But you must understand for the man's drawbacks he is truly the best in the business. The guy has been one hundred percent on even with his eccentric nature.
[Once again both Irishmen feel the need to exchange a glance, but they grin at each other as they do so]
Nicky: Well, in Ireland we love crazy SOBS as much as the next man and if you believe you and keep him in line...
[Trapier interupts and raises his glass to the other men]
Trapier: I know I can, my partners.
[He puts special inflection on partners and nods towards them. They raise their glasses in salute]
Fat Guy: Cheers!
[They drink a sizeable gulp together. Nicky puts his glass down first and has an inquiring look on his face]
Nicky: Just how do you know him anyway?
[With this question we immediately cut to black only to fade back up again on Jack. His greasy hair strewn about randomly as he walks along the side of the highway. The audio is often destroyed by the sound of cars speeding by as his hair. Yet, Jack continues on his journey walking along the shoulder]
[He wears a green army jacket, which obviously is not snug enough to keep him warm. He wears a gray sweatshirt underneath along with jeans and work boots. His face is covered with facial hair that hasn't fully grown in... Basically the guy looks like he's homeless]
[But his eyes show a genuine madness that is too deep to be so desperate]
Jack: So they found little Stevie...
[He chuckles as he leads revealing those vile yellow teeth]
Jack: It's a shame... The kid had alot of potential in this dirtbag industry. Trapier's meeting with McDonough cousins, he might've played a primary rople in the partnership, but he felt the need to open his mouth a little too often.
[His raspy voice reminds us of the classic bad guy in cartoons, the one who sold drugs... The one who was the bad influence... He constantly draws us in though with that same soft, raspy whisper]
Jack: Reminds me alot of the Funny Guy's opponent this week... A guy who just doesn't know when to cut his vocal chords out and call it a day. Well much like Little Stevie, you're gonna regret what you did in about twenty four hours my friend. You think he's trying to scare you?
[His arms fly out suddenly]
Jack: He doesn't have to! He hasn't said a word!
[He lauighs slowly and then turns his attention back towards the camera]
Jack: Don't you see? You've revealed your concern by suggesting it! The man has yet to say a word to you and yet you think he's intimidating you? He already has the upper hand mentally and obviously has the upper hand physically.
[He makes the cutthroat sign]
Jack: Checkmate my friend, enjoy the ride because I'm certain it's the last you'll ever take.
[Suddenly a car skids in our camera and narrowly avoids a collission... Jack turns shocked, then turns around once again towards the camera, bearing a grin... Those gross yellow teeth and the maniacal eyes simply daring us to make a subtle move.... The man clearly has something about him that makes us question every, single, little thing about him, about us, about the world]
Jack: We all should be so lucky... Unfortunately for you, the luck's run out.
[We zoom in,as we begin to fade, on those eyes. The eyes that just dig deep into us and read us as though we were open books, the eyes that can see beyond masks. Perhaps thats why he knows so much... Or just is able to make us think that way]
[Fade out]