FADE IN:

INT.  HANG-OUT - DAY

It's the OHMB Hang-Out, teeming and vociferous.  Occupying
the Hang-Out is an incalculable quantity of members, all
ranging from lame-brain post whores, plain idiots and the
top echelon of the board.

FTL and H-field Hero sit on ripped stools by the bar.  The
bartender is HalloweeN63.  He has on a black apron with
white lettering that reads "GET STUNG!"

				  H63
		  What's up, crew?  What will it be?

He steps to the side and points at all the rare liquor.
Finding something he's never seen himself, he snatches it 
off the shelf and begins chugging it down.

				  H63
		  We got the best in town.

				  FTL
		  I highly doubt that.

				  H63
		  Fuck you too.

				  H-FIELD
		  Give me the best ya got.

H63 crouches down behind the bar and comes back with the
King Cobra.  He sets it forth for H-field.

				  H63
		  There ya go, stud.  Now do as my apron
		  says, got it?

				  H-FIELD
		  Got it.

				  H63
		  wo0t.

TheTodd walks in and strides on down to the end of the
bar.  H63 and H-field notice FTL's gloomy stare following
him.

				  TODD
		  I'll have a milk, please.

				  H63
		  We don't serve milk, bitch.  STFU now!

Todd is stunned.  A look of abhorrence cuts across his
face.

				  TODD
		  Oh, how mature.  Think you're tough?

				  H63
		  I think I'm the guy Mikey put in charge
		  of the bar.

H63 shoots him a glare and Todd settles down.

				  TODD
		  Well, then... I'll have what ever you
		  prefer.

				  H63
		  No wait, we do serve milk.  I almost
		  forgot.

A mischievious grin appears on him and H63 takes a mug
from below the bar.  He slides a mug filled with white
liquid on down and Todd grasps the handle.

				  H63
		  (leaning over to FTL)
		  ... I jerked off in that mug and made
		  it look like milk a few hours ago.  I
		  remember you saying do it because Kurt
		  Angle was stopping in town and he might
		  drop by.

				  FTL
		  Hahaha, horrorshow.

Todd begins slurpping the "milk" down, but stops and
strains, squinting like he just had a piece of a sour
lemon.

				  TODD
		  Sure this is milk?

				  H63
		  Right on.  Drink up, buddy.

Todd shrugs and keeps drinking.  FTL pulls out a cigarette
and lights up.  Unbeknownst to Todd, FTL keeps a hard,
solid glower on him and almost as if on cue with it, some
one hits on "Sunshine of Your Love" by Cream and it plays
loudly on the jukebox.

At a table sit The Slab, Chomp_on_this, Remicis, and Evil
OnTwoLegs.  Chomp has a guitar in his lap and is playing a
tune.

				  CHOMP
		  You're from the north end-wop
		  You're from revere beach-wop
		  You can't have a barbecue-wop
		  The spaghetti always falls through-wop
		  You drive an el camino, your hero's
		  Barbarino, your cousin's name is guido,
		  on the beach you wear a speedo.

				  SLAB/REMICIS/EOTL
		  HAHAHAHAHA.

				  FTL (O.S.)
		  Don't make me plant my foot in all of
		  your asses.

				  CHOMP
		  I'm just fucking with ya, man!  But
		  go a head and try me.

Chomp turns around and smashes the guitar over Beau's
head, shattering it to pieces and completely demolishing
it.  Beau collapses to the floor, out cold, pieces of
guitar embedded in his head and wire wrapping around his
face.

				  FTL (O.S.)
		  I think I'll stay back here, thanks.

				  EOTL
		  Damn, you completely obliterated Beau.
		  Too bad it wasn't that buffoon ass Todd.

The door busts open and Thrillogy runs in.

				  THRILLOGY
		  You guys, you guys, I got it now!  I'm
		  gonna make the best thing ever.  All
		  of you will appreciate it so much.

Slab shakes his head, thwarted.

				  SLAB
		  Where's the commode in this dungeon?

				  REMICIS
		  In the back, behind the wall.  You'll
		  see a door that has a piece of paper
		  on it which is labeled "rest room."

Slab stands and follows directions.

				  THRILLOGY
		  I've decided to make statues of the top
		  members on the board.  I'll make 'em
		  out of gold, how is that?  I'll make 'em
		  so tall, they'll reign supreme!

Slab sticks his head out from behind the wall.

				  SLAB
		  Rest room is spelled wrong.

				  REMICIS
		  Damn newbies!  I knew we shouldn't of
		  paid Beau to write that up on there.

				  EOTL
		  Well, he's paid for his blunder and his
		  innacuracy already.

				  SLAB
		  Did anybody mess up the hoop, though?
		  
				  FTL
		  Si.

				  SLAB
		  Cazzo.

				  FTL
		  Non mi rompere le palle, una brutta.

				  SLAB
		  Vaffan--

				  H63
		  Enough you two fucking wops!

FTL leaps over the bar and tackles H63.  Slab smirks and
goes off to the bathroom.  On the floor, FTL and H63
scuffle around a bit, wrestling like buddies.

				  THRILLOGY
		  Back to what I was saying, guys.  This
		  will be my best work yet.  My very most
		  ambitious project.  I already have a lil
		  sample of what it's gonna be like so far.

Thrillogy whips out a piece of paper and holds it high
above his head for all to see....a stick figure.  A very
lame stick figure sketch.

				  THRILLOGY (cont'd)
		  This is MIKE!  Yeah, ya'll dig it?

				  REMICIS
		  Mike isn't here, well, not yet.

				  THRILLOGY
		  I'll show it to him when he gets back.
		  Well....eh?

Silence....just the sound of FTL and H63 scrapping on the
floor.

				  THRILLOGY (cont'd)
		  Eh?

				  REMICIS
		  It's tollerable.

				  CHOMP
		  Where's his dick?

				  THRILLOGY
		  C'mon.

				  CHOMP
		  Where's his dick?

				  THRILLOGY
		  C'mon!

Depleted, FTL and H63 stand up holding their sides and
wiping the sweat from their face.

				  H63
		  Did you all see that?

				  EOTL
		  See what?

				  H63
		  He got me down on the floor...and he
		  tried to fuck me.

				  FTL
		  You wish.

				  H63
		  Got me down and tried to fuck me.  I
		  like ya a lot, Steve.  But keep your
		  hands to yourself, and whatever you like
		  to do in the privacy of your own house,
		  by all means, do it, but don't fucking
		  act them out on me.

				  FTL
		  You keep talking like a bitch, Ray, well,
		  I'm just gonna have to slap you like a
		  bitch.

				  H63
		  Don't deny it, you wish you had a piece
		  prime rib like this.  Mexican meat.

				  THRILLOGY
		  Doesn't any one care about my project?

				  FTL
		  Why should we care?  It's just gonna
		  join your other list of unfinished shit.

				  H-FIELD
		  Calm down.  Keep your cool, Steve.  Don't
		  be a dope.

Thrillogy tears the paper into bits and storms out.

SMASH CUT TO BLACK SCREEN.

RUN CREDITS.

INSERT TITLE:

				  FRAGMENTARY THRILLS

FADE IN:

INT.  ROOM - DAY

Open on a messy room which looks like a total pigsty.  All
over the floor, ratty clothes and crumpled papers.  By a
computer is a desk with clay statues of people.  CAMERA
does a 360 on the room slowly, then lands back on the clay
figures one of which arm falls off and just shrivels up.

				  VOICE (O.S.)
		  I'm sorry I just can't do it right now.
		  With all this work, with my social life,
		  with school, with my parental life at
		  home... it's difficult to get through all
		  these things.  I'll have it done in two
		  weeks, I promise ya.
		  (silence)
		  Ah, fuck!  Listen, I'm sorry I just can't
		  do it right now.  I have all this work,
		  a lot of school with all their loads and
		  loads of homework, with my life at home,
		  all of it... it's just so complicated.
		  I should have everything up by Friday of
		  next week.

BATHROOM

Thrillogy stands in front of the mirror, disheveled.

				  THRILLOGY
		  I gotta stop these fucking promises I
		  make all the time.  I should just do
		  what ever it is I say I'm gonna do and
		  not even bring it up until I am done.
		  Because I always talk bullshit.  My mouth
		  keeps writing checks that my ass can't
		  cash.  WHYYYYYYYYY????????????????

He launches his fist into the mirror, CRACK CRACK CRACK.

He falls to the ground like a bag of bricks, holding
his bloody fist penetrated with shards of glass.

INT.  POLICE DEPARTMENT - DESK - DAY

Jack Scagnetti sits at his messy desk entangled in the
phone cords with the receiver pressed up close against
his mouth.

				  SCAGNETTI
		  Listen buddy, your sources don't hold
		  together.  You can take your so called
		  "sources" and shove 'em up your ass.
		  I'm through with you, and I'm through
		  with your little fucking buddies.  Now,
		  can you say 'please please please'?

Scagnetti grabs a chewed up pencil as he waits for an
answer on the other end.  He chucks it at some body.

DESK

Ben Meeker reads over files.  A pencil hits him in the
back of the head and he JOLTS up out of his seat.

				  MEEKER
		  Who did that?  What asshole just signed
		  their death warrant?

Meeker scans over every body and his eyes land on his
arch-nemesis -- Scagnetti.

				  SCAGNETTI (into phone)
		  Yeah, that's it.  'Please please please.'
		  Now get used to saying those words, 'cuz
		  the next time I see your ass on the street,
		  I'm hauling you off to the fucking slammer
		  to get butt-fucked by Neanderthals from
		  Africa.  I'm sure you'll get used to nigger
		  dick there.  Because you'll be getting
		  your shit packed for the next two FUCKING
		  years.

Meeker smirks and Scagnetti catches it out of the corner
of his eye.

				  SCAGNETTI
		  What is it, Meeker?

				  MEEKER
		  You're a bigot, Jack.  Aren't you aware
		  of the colored cops we have on this force?

				  SCAGNETTI
		  Those assholes are beneath me.  I'm Jack
		  fucking Scagnetti.  A modern day Pat Garrett
		  with a deadly ax to grind with maniacs.

				  MEEKER
		  You're so full of yourself.

				  SCAGNETTI
		  Fuck you.

				  MEEKER
		  What'd you say?  I didn't quite catch it.
		  Could you repeat it?

Scagnetti opens his mouth and begins to mouth the words
again real slow when a VOICE from else where interrupts
the two and breaks it up.

				  VOICE (O.S.)
		  Meeker!  Scagnetti!  Get your asses in
		  here, we have business to take care of.
		  Immediately.

The two rush to the CAPTAIN'S office.

INT.  CAPTAIN'S OFFICE - DAY

Scagnetti and Meeker remain in the frame seated side by
side.  We never see the captain.

				  CAPTAIN (O.S.)
		  What are you two bickering over out
		  there?

				  SCAGNETTI/MEEKER
		  Nothing, sir.

				  CAPTAIN (O.S.)
		  Good.  Are you two familiar with Joe
		  and Jim?

				  MEEKER
		  Who isn't, Cap?  They're the most ruth-
		  less pair of genocidal homosexuals to
		  ever grace our earth.

				  SCAGNETTI
		  What about those two sleaze ball fags?

Two folders are chucked at them and they catch them.

				  CAPTAIN (O.S.)
		  You two are on the case.

Scagnetti and Meeker whip around and stare each other
down.

				  CAPTAIN (O.S.)
		  Now now, you two ladies.  Get used to
		  it.  You two are my best men and you
		  are gonna be working together on this,
		  like it or not.

Scagnetti opens the file and his face lights up.  He
jolts out of his seat.

				  SCAGNETTI
		  I'll catch this murderous duo before Ben
		  will, Cap.

Scagnetti starts to the door when Meeker sets his foot
out to trip him all over the floor.

				  MEEKER
		  I'll see ya along, Jack.

Meeker leaves him to scramble to his feet.

INT.  STAIR CASE - DAY

Jim, a man of 80 some years age, stands by the 250lb 
steel dildo which glimmers and sparkles.  It's the 
only thing of which seems polished in the gloomy 
basement of trash.

Joe (MischievousSpirit), plump and stout, is looming
over Jim at the top of the stair case.  He peers down
at the ominous dildo with vindictive eyes.

				  JOE
		  This is your fate.

Joe steps out of FRAME, leaving Jim awaiting his
return.  When Joe comes back, he has a beaten and
battered Cereal Killer in his grasp.  Tape conceals
his mouth keeping him from yelping for mercy or help.

				  JOE
		  You have chosen your fate.  Politics
		  is a serious subject.  Unfortunately,
		  you have chosen the wrong side of the
		  rail road tracks.

				  JIM
		  Toss 'im on down, Joe.  I have it set
		  in position.

Joe glares at a dizzy Cereal Killer before hoisting
him up into the air and propelling him down on to
the dildo -- CRUNCHGGGHHHHH -- the impact rips him
in half, leaving gore all over the radiant piece of
steel.

				  JOE
		  I'll get the mop, Jim.  Grab the Bounty
		  paper towels down there and start the
		  wiping.

Jim obeys the orders and walks over a leg.

INT.  AKKAD'S OFFICE - DAY

Moustapha Akkad sits at a desk with Mark Warner across
from him.  Laying on the desk are three screenplays:
HALLOWEEN:  SPIRITS OF THE DEAD by EvilOnTwoLegs and
Remicis, HALLOWEEN:  PAST TENSE by The Dark Shape, and
HALLOWEEN:  LOCKED AND LOADED by FTL.

				  MARK
		  I really think we should skip FTL's
		  script.  It's filled too much to the
		  brim with excessive profanities and
		  violence.  The first HALLOWEEN was all
		  about suspense and less violence.

				  AKKAD
		  But LOCKED AND LOADED is a flashy type
		  of script.  If put to screen, it could
		  be a hip horror flick.  Imagine the money
		  we could rake in.

				  MARK
		  I don't know, I'm not quite sure.  I
		  was kind of hoping some thing along
		  the lines of maybe SPIRITS OF THE DEAD.
		  It reminds me of the original HALLOWEEN.
		  Scary and simple.  LOCKED AND LOADED is
		  just too complex with it's convoluted
		  story and trash.  It's more of a flashy,
		  music video.

				  AKKAD
		  I think it has potential.  Now whatabout
		  this other one PAST TENSE?  What do you
		  think of that?

				  MARK
		  Meh, I don't know.  I'm not really in
		  to that one.  

				  AKKAD
		  Not interested, huh?

				  MARK
		  Not much.

				  AKKAD
		  You're leaning more toward SPIRITS OF
		  THE DEAD, eh?

				  MARK
		  Yeah.

				  AKKAD
		  Well, okay.  I expect some minor tweaks,
		  though.  We are gonna need some changes
		  in it, especially the lead role.

				  MARK
		  Well, see, that's just what I was gonna
		  ask you.  I was thinking for the lead
		  role.... maybe Al Pacino?

				  AKKAD
		  Who?

				  MARK
		  You know, the Godfather.  Serpico.  The
		  fag in Dog Day Afternoon.  Scent of a Woman.

				  AKKAD
		  I know who he is.  But do you even think
		  he will lower himself into a sequel to a
		  twenty-five year old horror movie?

				  MARK
		  It's worth a try.  Hey, I always wanted
		  to work with him.  I wouldn't mind.  It
		  would definitely keep the eyes off of 
		  the bad teen actors we gather.

Akkad shifts his weight in his seat and picks up the
SPIRITS OF THE DEAD script.  Analyzing it, he tosses it
to Mark.

				  AKKAD
		  Okay, Mark.  You got it.  I know you're
		  an aspiring director, I'm sure you can
		  turn that hump into a big cash cow for us.

INT.  HANG-OUT - NIGHT

The club is nearly abandoned as every one has almost
gone home.  Slab, Chomp, and EOTL are leaning over at
the bar finishing their last drinks.

				  EOTL
		  Ya know, my screenplay I wrote with
		  Remicis was looked over today by Akkad.
		  I should be getting a call back later
		  on whether or not they will use it as
		  the next sequel.

				  SLAB
		  When did you submit it?

				  EOTL
		  A few weeks ago.  FTL and Dark Shape
		  also submitted theirs.

				  CHOMP
		  Are you nervous?

				  SLAB
		  Don't be nervous anyway.  Either way,
		  whatever outcome that occurs, just be
		  glad that the powers to be at least had
		  a glance over it.

				  EOTL
		  Yeah, but wouldn't it be horrorshow if
		  it was accepted?

The door is kicked open and smacks against the wall
with a thud.  The three turn around and see a man with
a sock over his face run in holding a sledge hammer.

BAM BAM BAM.  The three are knocked out with devastating
blows to the jaw.

INT.  LARGE ROOM - TIME UNKNOWN

A small bulb at the top of the ceiling illuminates the
room with a dim light.

EOTL, Slab and Chomp are set on different corners of
the room chained to the wall by their ankle.

In the middle of the room are tools and equipment to
build things.  Then a VOICE booms from some where in
the room, waking the three.

				  VOICE
		  Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey.  Sleepy
		  time is over, fellas.

The three look around, absolutely befuddled, they have
no idea where they are located.

				  VOICE
		  You are in a room which is locked from
		  the outside and barred shut.  You are
		  chained to the wall by the ankle and
		  there is no escape.

EOTL sobers up immediately.

				  EOTL
		  GIMME THE KEYS, YOU FUCKING COCKSUCKER
		  MOTHERFUCKER!!

				  VOICE
		  Looks like we have to wash your mouth
		  out with some Zest.  You'll get the keys
		  to the chains when you complete what I
		  want you to do.

				  CHOMP
		  And what's that, asshole?

Slab inquires the tools and equipment in the center
of the room.  Once the idea hits his head, he gets
up and points to the tools.

				  SLAB
		  I am not building anything, hear me?

				  VOICE
		  Oh, but you must.  Gold statues of the
		  top echelon of the board.

				  SLAB
		  Gold statues are overrated.

				  VOICE
		  You're overrated.  Listen, the sooner
		  you get to building, carving and the
		  sculpting, the sooner I will dump you
		  some food to eat from the shaft.  Today's
		  dinner is potato chips and cookies.

				  EOTL
		  Oh, fuck you too.  You know I know who
		  this is.  This is Thrillogy.  Listen,
		  you fucking maggot.  You have my blood
		  boiling.  I ain't building shit.  You
		  have me shackled up like some sort of
		  slave and expect me to do something for
		  you?

				  VOICE
		  Yes, and if you don't, you will receive
		  an electrical charge from the chain til
		  you do so.

Slab and Chomp hustle over to the tools and begin
picking some out.

				  SLAB
		  I'm gonna need more than potato chips
		  and cookies to fill my stomach.

				  CHOMP
		  You ain't kidding, man.  That's like
		  a school snack for an 8-year-old kid.

				  EOTL
		  Well, I ain't moving.  I stand by what
		  I say.  This is un-fucking-believable.
		  
EOTL drops to the floor with a jolt of electricity.
Slab and Chomp watch in horror.

				  SLAB
		  C'mon now, stop that!

Slab hits the floor with a jolt.  They both shake
on the ground as Chomp watches, wanting to open his
mouth to protest, but he doesn't.  He's jolted as
well.

Sinister laughs echo throughout the room as EOTL
recovers from the jolt and stands up to look at his
two buddies down for the count.

				  EOTL
		  You pigfuck.  I swear you're fucking
		  dead once I figure out a way --

He plummets to the floor with another jolt, this
time a longer lasting one.  More jolts shoot through
Slab and Chomp too.  They convulse for twenty seconds
before the shocking stops.

The three lay exhausted, wasted, and gasping for air.

				  EOTL
		  Okay...okay...you've won.  Just please
		  fucking stop it.

				  VOICE
		  MUAHHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Another shock shoots through EOTL.

				  VOICE
		  Heh.

EXT.  DRUG ZONE - NIGHT

A down-trodden car rolls up and parks in the spot of a
handicapped person's.  Joe and Jim get out and start their
strutting to the entrance.

				  JIM
		  Get me some Goetz.

				  JOE
		  I'll get you water.  You're 82-years-
		  old, you shouldn't be eating all that
		  junk.  You'll die before you're supposed
		  too.

				  JIM
		  Pal, I should've died a long time ago.
		  Like in the 1930's.

				  JOE
		  Well, you aren't dying now.  I need that
		  old, shrinked, prune looking dick in my
		  mouth later.  

				  JIM
		  I thought we were going to take it easy
		  on that.  After all, I am aging, I could
		  have a heart attack.

				  JOE
		  I'm that good, ain't I?  I got good tongue
		  game, don't I?

INT.  DRUG ZONE - NIGHT

Joe and Jim stroll in.  The nerd at the counter looks at
them suspiciously, wondering for a second.  These two guys
are wanted criminals.  Thrill killers.  He hits the red
button.

Jim goes down one aisle.  Joe goes to the counter.

				  COUNTER
		  How may I help you?

				  JOE
		  You may help by putting the cash in front
		  of me real slowly.

Joe pulls out a .45 semi-automatic and points it point-
blank at the nerd who rushes to take money out of the
cash register.  When it's plopped all down, Joe reaches
out and pulls the nerd up close to his face.

With one quick glance behind him seeing Jim fiddle with
the candy in the aisle, he plants a kiss on the nerd behind
the counter, forcing his tongue down far.  The nerd squirms
but the .45 is placed firmly under his chin.

				  JOE
		  (pulling back)
		  Did you like that?

The nerd freezes.  No answer will be a right answer.

HARD CUT TO.

Joe pulling back.

				  JOE
		  Did you like that?

				  COUNTER
		  Y--yes.

				  JOE
		  Fucking faggot.

Joe shoots the nerd in the temple.

HARD CUT TO.

Joe pulling back.

				  JOE
		  Did you like that?

				  COUNTER
		  N--no.

				  JOE
		  Well, lemme get up in there some more.

Joe pulls the nerd closer and swaps spit.

CUT BACK TO.

REAL TIME.

The nerd nods "yes."  Joe stares him down.  Then BAM!
Smacks his nose with the butt of the .45, squirting blood
all over.

Jim walks over with a banana as Joe gathers the cash in
his pocket.

				  JIM
		  I'm getting a banana.  I'll have some thing
		  to eat on our way.

				  JOE
		  You're gonna have to blow me after you're
		  done.  You know how I get when ever I see
		  you sucking on a banana like it's a cock.

				  JIM
		  A yellow cock is weird.

				  JOE
		  Weird is my middle name.  Go out to the
		  car and start it.  I'll get more stuff.

Jim exits and Joe rummages around trying to salvage some
munchies.  SIRENS.

				  JOE
		  What in the purple dildo world is that?

Joe looks out the window and sees cops tugging on Jim
trying to apprehend him.

				  JOE
		  Get OFAA HIM!!!!

Joe fires at them and the glass shatters all over.  The
cops duck behind their doors and aim back.  BAM BAM BAM.
BAM BAM BAM.   BAM.

Joe dives behind the counter.  Through the window we see

SCAGNETTI

jump into frame and grasp Jim by the back of the neck.  He
leads him up close near the entrance, drops him on his knees,
and places a buck knife up to his chest.

				  SCAGNETTI
		  Listen up, you fat fucking faggot!  This
		  is JACK SCAGNETTI!  Now you drop your
		  gun, walk out calmly, and step into the
		  light!

				  JIM
		  NO JOE NO!!!!!

				  SCAGNETTI
		  NOW!

				  JOE (O.S.)
		  I won't do it.  Fuck you, Scagnetti!

				  SCAGNETTI
		  I'll cut his fucking tits off!  

				  JOE (O.S.)
		  Go ahead Scagnetti!  I'll crazy glue it
		  back on!

				  SCAGNETTI
		  I'm cutting his fucking tits.

				  JOE (O.S.)
		  You ain't got the balls!

				  JIM
		  He won't do it, Joe.  Don't worry!

				  SCAGNETTI
		  Shut the fuck up!

				  JIM
		  Don't surrender!

				  SCAGNETTI
		  Shut the fuck up!

Scagnetti lifts Jim's shirt and places the sharp point
right next to Jim's nipple.  Scagnetti

GRINS

and slices it off with one quick swipe.  The nipple hits
the ground then shrivels up into a prune immediately.

Then the wind blows it away gently and into the night.

				  JIM
		  OWWW, Joe he cut me!

Joe jumps up from the counter and chucks his .45 away,
walking out with his hands raised.  No more pain shall
be inflicted upon his lover.

				  SCAGNETTI
		  Yeah, come on, let's go you big cock
		  sucker.

Joe takes a swing at Scagnetti but he backs off and
calls for other cops to come over with tasers.

				  SCAGNETTI
		  Fry this piece of shit!

They shoot BOLTS of electricity through Joe and he
falls to the ground convulsing.

				  SCAGNETTI
		  Yeah, there we go.  There we go.  Ya
		  like that, Joe?

				  JOE
		  FUCK YOU.

				  SCAGNETTI
		  Don't worry, you'll still do some butt-
		  fucking in federal penn.

				  JOE
		  FUCK YOU.

				  SCAGNETTI
		  Ah....I need a drink.

				  JOE
		  FUCK YOU, SCAGNETTI.  FUCK YOU.

The cops continue to shock Joe as Scagnetti cackles and
Jim weeps in the hands of cops.

INT.  HANG-OUT - LATE

The bar is dimly lit.  The juke box plays peacefully as
FTL and H-field Hero chill with H63 who is behind the bar
serving them all drinks.

In the corner is todd, relaxing with a glass of wine because
he gets trashed that way.  Unbeknownst to him, the three eye
him maliciously.

				  H63
		  Believe the balls on this guy drinking
		  here.  He knows he's a fuckin loser.

				  FTL
		  Dude, are you kiddin me?  I fucking
		  hate him.  I'd bash his glass into his
		  head right now.

				  H-FIELD
		  You know you love him.

				  FTL
		  Shut the fuck up.

				  H-FIELD
		  Share a drink with the todd.

				  H63
		  If you want, Steve.  I can piss in his
		  next glass.

				  FTL
		  What?  You just drained your lizard a
		  few minutes ago.

				  H63
		  You know me.  Fuck that.  I'll do it
		  right now.

				  FTL
		  Ray's my nigga.  Do it.

				  H63
		  First, we getting you wasted.  Chug this.

H63 whips out the king cobra and FTL downs it, the both
of them cheering him on.

Todd becomes a little apprehensive, he wants to get out.
It's getting a little too rowdy....when H63 walks over
to him.

				  H63
		  So what will it be, todd?  

				  TODD
		  Hmmm....you know what.

FTL gets up from his stool and strolls over as the juke
box hits up "Atlantis" by Donovan.

				  H63
		  What?  Is that all for tonight?

				  TODD
		  I think so.  I don't know.  Maybe I'll
		  get one more drink.

FTL ends up behind him, poised, ready to lash out.

				  H63
		  Oh, you're gonna get it.  You're gonna
		  get it.

Todd whips around and FTL rocks him in the face knocking
him down to the floor.  H63 hops over the counter as H-field
runs to the door to lock it.

FTL punches todd in the face repeatedly.  H63 slams his
feet down, some shots connecting with todd's jaw and neck,
and some missing.

H-field looks on in disbelief.  He watches two of his friends
violently and sadistically pumble on a human being.

				  H63
		  (kicking & swinging)
		  Little...fuckin...piece...of...fucking...
		  shit!!!

				  FTL
		  I'll kill the shady asshole!

H63 lunges for FTL and tugs him away.

				  FTL
		  LEMME AT 'IM.

				  H63
	 	  No, we can't get too much blood on this
		  floor, man.  Mikey's coming in tomorrow.
		  He wants this place polished for an admin
		  meeting.  We have to clean this shit up.

				  H-FIELD
		  Well, we can't just dump him outside.  It'll
		  be too desperately obvious.

				  H63
		  We won't dump him on the streets, we'll
		  just get table cloths and wrap his ass
		  up.

				  FTL
		  Roll him up like a nice ass blunt, Ray.
		  I'm taking a piss.

FTL walks off to the rest room.

				  H63
		  Hey, fuck you too, buddy boy.  Gotta do
		  this shit myself.
		  (grumbling)
		  Matt, get a fuckin cloth.  This is some
		  deep shit we are in.

FADE TO BLACK

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