Post by Simply Beautiful on Feb 14, 2007 0:46:52 GMT -5
Fade in. A small apartment building, shot from the other side of a busy street.
Voiceover: I'll find that son of a bitch - this is as good a place to look as any.
Camera cut inside. Door number 336. A hand reaches out. Knocks twice.
O/S Voice: Hello? Open up!
Two more knocks, harder this time.
O/S Voice: I said HELLO? Anybody home or what?!?!
The hand knocks HARD three more times.
Woman's Voice (within): Hold your horses, I'm coming!
The knob turns, and as the door opens the camera swings around to get a shot of the knocker. A close-up shot...of Simply Beautiful.
SB: How ya doin', ma'am. Name's Clifton. Tony Clifton. Are you Ms. Eades?
Cut to the woman, full shot.
Ms. Eades: Why yes, I am.
SB: Did a man by the name of Patrick Bickle used to live in this building?
Cut back to SB.
Ms. Eades: ...Who? I've never heard of a Patrick Bickle, I'm sorry. (begins to close the door) Have a good day, sir.
Shot cuts to the right side of SB, a bit down the hall. SB sticks his hand out, stopping the door mid-way.
SB: Let's not play dumb. I know he did, and I know that you know who he is. You have any idea where I can find him? Did he ever come back here for any reason?
Cut to Ms. Eades. She looks a bit nervous, but SB isn't badgering her - he just wants some information. Truthfully, she can't help him, but she can't have him causing a scene in her building.
Ms. Eades: Look, Mr...Clifton? Patrick hasn't lived here in months. I honestly don't know where he could be now - is he in trouble?
Cut to SB. He smiles. Not the fan friendly smile we've come to know. This one's a bit sicker.
SB: You bet your ass. Thanks for your time, ma'am.
He takes his hand off the door and walks away.
Cut to Ms. Eades, with a worried look on her face. She shuts the door, and the scene fades to black.
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Fade in.
SB, walking down the street. Night has fallen, and the snow is gently gliding to the ground in Regina. It's not getting much of a stick, however.
SB: How the hell do you find someone with no residence, no friends or family, no job, no NOTHIN'?!?! This guy's a (BLEEP)in' ghost. And now I look like the (BLEEP), because I'm spending all this time trying to find him. But I WILL find him, mark my words. And when I do, I'll beat him so bad he won't need a house - just a coffin.
He continues walking...
Fifteen Minutes Later.
SB is walking. We can tell that by now, he's gotten himself quite worked up over the Bickle situation. He wants to find him, desperately - he needs revenge, he wants nothing more then to destroy that cowardly bastard. He moves into an alley, seemingly ready to burst.
SB: BICKLE? YOU IN HERE? YOU IN HERE SLEEPING WITH THE HOBOS AND THE HOOKERS, YOU PIECE OF SHIT? YOU'RE A (BLEEP)IN' DEAD MAN WHEN I FIND YOU, UNDERSTAND? DEAD! DEAD! DEAD!
He kicks over a trash pale, and lets out a primal scream.
Camera cut, close-up on SB.
His head shoots up. An idea?
You bet.
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Cut inside a small, stuffy apartment. A small, round, fat man is sitting, watching the DVD of NAPW Cold Snap on his tiny TV set.
A knock his heard at the door.
The man gets up, and the camera stays behind him, following him to the door.
He opens it, and in front of him we can see SB.
SB: Maps...how ya doin'?
He quickly throws a punch, striking the man in the face and sending him jolting backwards, landing with a thud on the floor and slamming into a night table, sending it crashing to the floor as well. SB walks in after him, and picks him up. The camera whirls around, over SB's left shoulder, and we can see that the man is indeed Mr. Maps, the former manager of Patrick Bickle! He hasn't been seen in months!
Mr. Maps: What the he-UGHH!
SB punches him in the stomach, silencing him. Without even opening his mouth, he tosses Maps into a wall. He puts a large dent into it, and crumples to the floor in a heap.
SB: WHERE'S BICKLE?
Maps tries to crawl away, but SB follows him, kicking him in the ribs. Maps grunts and slumps over on his side.
SB: I SAID, WHERE. IS. BICKLE!
Mr. Maps: I - I don't - AH!
Another swift kick from SB.
SB: DON'T TELL ME YOU DON'T KNOW! ANSWER MY (BLEEP)ING QUESTION, FAT MAN, OR YOU'LL GET WHAT HE'S GOT COMIN' TO HIM, TOO!
With that, he kicks Maps directly in the chest, and follows that one with two more.
Mr. Maps: OWWWW! STOP IT PLEASE!
The camera shifts back to SB's face.
He's got the look of evil in his eyes. You've never seen him like this before.
SB: Shut up....
He picks Maps up, and smacks him in the face. Maps squeals as SB pulls him in closer. SB talks to him in a voice barely above a whisper, but villed with venom.
SB: Where's Bickle? He been around here? I'll do this all night, Maps. All (BLEEP)ing night.
Maps breaks into tears.
Mr. Maps: (sobbing) Please - please! I haven't seen him in months! I swear! - UGHHH!
Another punch to the gut.
SB: Quiet the (BLEEP) down.
He gives Maps several seconds to recover. And then grabs him by the throat. He leans in and speaks in the same whisper as before.
SB: You don't sound like you know too much, fat boy. But, when I find Bickle, I better not find out you were lyin' to me.
SB lets him go, and Maps immediately doubles over, clutching his throat and heaving in a desperate attempt to catch his breath. SB starts to leave, but something draws him back. He turns
and DESTROYS Mr. Maps with a face crushing right hook, sending the ex-manager crashing through the window and out onto his catwalk. An alarm sounds, and SB quickly exits the room and walks down the hallway, the camera following him for a short while until we
fade out.
For an explanation on the Ms. Eades character, read Patrick Bickle's Evicition RP from November 2006. Mr. Maps used with implied consent.
Voiceover: I'll find that son of a bitch - this is as good a place to look as any.
Camera cut inside. Door number 336. A hand reaches out. Knocks twice.
O/S Voice: Hello? Open up!
Two more knocks, harder this time.
O/S Voice: I said HELLO? Anybody home or what?!?!
The hand knocks HARD three more times.
Woman's Voice (within): Hold your horses, I'm coming!
The knob turns, and as the door opens the camera swings around to get a shot of the knocker. A close-up shot...of Simply Beautiful.
SB: How ya doin', ma'am. Name's Clifton. Tony Clifton. Are you Ms. Eades?
Cut to the woman, full shot.
Ms. Eades: Why yes, I am.
SB: Did a man by the name of Patrick Bickle used to live in this building?
Cut back to SB.
Ms. Eades: ...Who? I've never heard of a Patrick Bickle, I'm sorry. (begins to close the door) Have a good day, sir.
Shot cuts to the right side of SB, a bit down the hall. SB sticks his hand out, stopping the door mid-way.
SB: Let's not play dumb. I know he did, and I know that you know who he is. You have any idea where I can find him? Did he ever come back here for any reason?
Cut to Ms. Eades. She looks a bit nervous, but SB isn't badgering her - he just wants some information. Truthfully, she can't help him, but she can't have him causing a scene in her building.
Ms. Eades: Look, Mr...Clifton? Patrick hasn't lived here in months. I honestly don't know where he could be now - is he in trouble?
Cut to SB. He smiles. Not the fan friendly smile we've come to know. This one's a bit sicker.
SB: You bet your ass. Thanks for your time, ma'am.
He takes his hand off the door and walks away.
Cut to Ms. Eades, with a worried look on her face. She shuts the door, and the scene fades to black.
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Fade in.
SB, walking down the street. Night has fallen, and the snow is gently gliding to the ground in Regina. It's not getting much of a stick, however.
SB: How the hell do you find someone with no residence, no friends or family, no job, no NOTHIN'?!?! This guy's a (BLEEP)in' ghost. And now I look like the (BLEEP), because I'm spending all this time trying to find him. But I WILL find him, mark my words. And when I do, I'll beat him so bad he won't need a house - just a coffin.
He continues walking...
Fifteen Minutes Later.
SB is walking. We can tell that by now, he's gotten himself quite worked up over the Bickle situation. He wants to find him, desperately - he needs revenge, he wants nothing more then to destroy that cowardly bastard. He moves into an alley, seemingly ready to burst.
SB: BICKLE? YOU IN HERE? YOU IN HERE SLEEPING WITH THE HOBOS AND THE HOOKERS, YOU PIECE OF SHIT? YOU'RE A (BLEEP)IN' DEAD MAN WHEN I FIND YOU, UNDERSTAND? DEAD! DEAD! DEAD!
He kicks over a trash pale, and lets out a primal scream.
Camera cut, close-up on SB.
His head shoots up. An idea?
You bet.
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Cut inside a small, stuffy apartment. A small, round, fat man is sitting, watching the DVD of NAPW Cold Snap on his tiny TV set.
A knock his heard at the door.
The man gets up, and the camera stays behind him, following him to the door.
He opens it, and in front of him we can see SB.
SB: Maps...how ya doin'?
He quickly throws a punch, striking the man in the face and sending him jolting backwards, landing with a thud on the floor and slamming into a night table, sending it crashing to the floor as well. SB walks in after him, and picks him up. The camera whirls around, over SB's left shoulder, and we can see that the man is indeed Mr. Maps, the former manager of Patrick Bickle! He hasn't been seen in months!
Mr. Maps: What the he-UGHH!
SB punches him in the stomach, silencing him. Without even opening his mouth, he tosses Maps into a wall. He puts a large dent into it, and crumples to the floor in a heap.
SB: WHERE'S BICKLE?
Maps tries to crawl away, but SB follows him, kicking him in the ribs. Maps grunts and slumps over on his side.
SB: I SAID, WHERE. IS. BICKLE!
Mr. Maps: I - I don't - AH!
Another swift kick from SB.
SB: DON'T TELL ME YOU DON'T KNOW! ANSWER MY (BLEEP)ING QUESTION, FAT MAN, OR YOU'LL GET WHAT HE'S GOT COMIN' TO HIM, TOO!
With that, he kicks Maps directly in the chest, and follows that one with two more.
Mr. Maps: OWWWW! STOP IT PLEASE!
The camera shifts back to SB's face.
He's got the look of evil in his eyes. You've never seen him like this before.
SB: Shut up....
He picks Maps up, and smacks him in the face. Maps squeals as SB pulls him in closer. SB talks to him in a voice barely above a whisper, but villed with venom.
SB: Where's Bickle? He been around here? I'll do this all night, Maps. All (BLEEP)ing night.
Maps breaks into tears.
Mr. Maps: (sobbing) Please - please! I haven't seen him in months! I swear! - UGHHH!
Another punch to the gut.
SB: Quiet the (BLEEP) down.
He gives Maps several seconds to recover. And then grabs him by the throat. He leans in and speaks in the same whisper as before.
SB: You don't sound like you know too much, fat boy. But, when I find Bickle, I better not find out you were lyin' to me.
SB lets him go, and Maps immediately doubles over, clutching his throat and heaving in a desperate attempt to catch his breath. SB starts to leave, but something draws him back. He turns
and DESTROYS Mr. Maps with a face crushing right hook, sending the ex-manager crashing through the window and out onto his catwalk. An alarm sounds, and SB quickly exits the room and walks down the hallway, the camera following him for a short while until we
fade out.
For an explanation on the Ms. Eades character, read Patrick Bickle's Evicition RP from November 2006. Mr. Maps used with implied consent.