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EXT. HOTEL UNDER SIEGE - NIGHT
The Hotel overlooks the crowded, all out of control, Anti
Union encampments down below.
A Full moon illuminates the Hotel and the Employee Army down
below, who are ferociously attacking the Hotel...
Gunfire flashes from the darkness on both sides. Bonfires
have been set up all across the camp, illuminating pathways,
and employees frantically running through them,
reinforcements, supplies, etc.
At the center of it all, Connie is shouting orders to whoever
she sees. She is the Anti-Union leader. The way everyone
listens to her commands makes her a natural.
EXT. 7TH FLOOR - ROOMS - NIGHT
The gaping hole has left Floors Five to Eleven open. The
Union defenders of the Hotel fight back, but they are out
EXT. VALET DRIVE THROUGH - NIGHT
The Anti Union employees have brought in a big ram rod, like
a medieval siege machine. They carry it through the drive
through. Gunfire all around them.
They approach the barricaded doors and windows. The lead
yells out commands. They start pounding the door.
Here comes Johnny!!!
INT. P1 CELLAR
A Union commander, barely visible with his team, covered in
dirt and sweat, makes his way through the torch-lit shadows
of the tunnel. It's low roof was hastily propped with steel
beams and posts. Occasional rubble falls off.
The team is moving fast, leaving the gaping hole they came
from behind them faster and faster.
INT. FAR END OF THE CELLAR
Half-a-dozen Union Soldiers line the walls of the mine. They
are all armed to the teeth. They carry explosives with them.
None of them look happy --
I came to liberate the two
brothers...not to try and take the
The soldier is slapped on the shoulder.
UNION SOLDIER 2
I know. Shut up. At least we're
Somebody approaches them. It's the other team.
We got the intel. They've been
moved down to P5. Thread
He nods to the soldiers.
One of the guys opens the door. Before the Union soldiers can
react, the Anti-Union employees are attacking them, with
The Unionists retreat back to the way they came. The Anti
Unionists give chase.
From the end of the tunnel where the Unionists came, more
Anti-Unionists pour in through the hole. They surround the
Unionists, who quickly drop their weapons.
Edgar watches on as his team Zip-Ties all the Unionists and
log them into their records. They are then taken away.
INT. SALT CELLAR
James and a few other employees are watching politics on the
Someone takes out the remote control and turns the Television
off. He hides the Remote.
James gets up and turns it back on. Now their argument has
escalated even more. They are now yelling. Christie, the Cook
who works in the Salt Cellar, comes in carrying a huge pot of
She disappears into the Kitchen. James sits down, spilling
his drink. The TV volume turns up.
He gets up again, lowers it. It turns up again. James lowers
it, sits down. The TV turns off. James jumps up.
He throws his drink into the kitchen. The drink hits a Front
Desk guy, who lets out a big yelp.
The guy comes running at James. James super kicks him, and
the guy drops. James throws another drink, this time into the
dish washer area.
Christie comes out of the kitchen, still with the pot. She
comes all the way to James.
The hell you want, Boy?
Are you crazy?
Christie coughs up a gigantic snot, clearing her sinuses and
throat. She spits the thing into the soup. It's so huge, a
big splat is heard.
You know, you have been doing this
shit for a while now. I don't like
it. You have been turning up the
volume and turning the tv off for
If you're done yaking, the soup is
getting cold. I got more shit to do
anyway. So, if you wanna eat this
gruel...i gots to go.
James waves his hand in her face. Christie's face turns cold
and sour. Her anger is boiling, just like the soup was.
No..No..let me finish. It's not
about you. It's about me. I watch
politics here, and sports, whenever
i want. Whenever i am here, nobody
Yeah, whatever Spit Shit. You don't
even know how to turn the damn TV
on. What shit splat country did you
crawl out of?
James throws his food tray down. He stomps on the food and
kicks the Tray away.
I don't care. Apologize. Apologize
now. You think you're important?
No, you're not! I am. That
guy(Points to desk agent) thought
so, until i corrected him.
I ain't done shit, you slim jim.
You're just a suckass low life.
Don't even know what cream cheese
tastes like. 'kinda shit is that?
You want to die?
Christie drops the pot, splattering the employees.
One of the employees gets up with a fork and wants to attack
Christie. Christie head butts her and the girl sprawls over
She grabs James by his neck and starts strangling him. She
shakes him violently back and forth.
James tries to pry her off, but she's too strong. His hundred
and twenty pounds versus her hundred and seventy.
Behind them, the Employees have laid down bets on who's going
to win. They are cheering them on. One of the Night Auditors
is going back and forth with a Housekeeper. They are relaying
their play by play comments.
(To James) I'm gonna put you into
this soup you ruined, you Spit
Christie yells at James, unintelligibly. James's eyes have
turned Blood red. They are about to pop out of his head.
She shakes him around like a Candy Basket, at times his feel
lifting off of the floor.
Christie, who is at least fifty pounds heavier than James,
but the same Height, slips on the wet carpet.
James takes the chance. Her hands loosening up on his neck.
He delivers a powerful super kick to her chin. Christie
reels, but unaffected.
James delivers another one. Nothing. One more, she is knocked
back into a chair. Gathering all her strength, Christie,
clutching a big spoon, rises up. James is ready, and delivers
another one, which sends Christie down.
One of the bellmen, who is recording the fracas on his
iphone, collects the bets. He pats James on the shoulder.
James looks at him.
I lost two hundred bucks, cause of
your skinny ass.
The bellman keeps recording. James super kicks him in the
chin too. The bellman drops like a bag of potatoes.
James gets down, looks at the iphone. He throws it away, then
collects the betting money.
INT. GOURMET KITCHEN P1
The doors are open. Employees are taking out the kitchen
stuff. Others are bringing in big boxes.
Cauestau and the security guard are overseeing the moving.
We got everything.
Alright. Sounds good. All the small
decorations should be coming in a
We got about twelve hundred people
coming into the Grand and Alpine
ballrooms. All dinners. As soon as
they are done for the day, have
some people go to prepare for the
INT. P3 PARKING GARAGE
Someone gets out of a Dark Green Pontiac Grand AM. It's
Clint. He slams his car door shut, but it doesn't hold. He
slams it again and again, and it still doesn't.
He sits his stuff down, reaches into his bag and rifles
through it, taking out a huge roll of Duct Tape. He rips off
a few long strips and tapes along the closing edges of the
He gets his stuff and continues on. At the Elevator hallway
entrance, where the Smoking area is, there are a few
employees smoking and chatting. A few are gambling on a small
table, and two are cleaning the guns on the "Emergency Kit".
Hey, how are you guys doing?
They don't say anything. Except for one, who is in a very bad
mood. His tone is very gruff. He is Andy, a Front Desk Agent.
He's been Unionized and he's wearing the Union Patch on his
Keep on walking. This is our floor
now....don't look back. Just keep
Clint, surprised, doesn't say anything. He enters the
hallway. He starts scraping his shoes on the blacktop.
Inside, the wires and light still hang from Jerry's accident.
His ladder is still leaning against the wall. Everything is
still how it was left.
Meanwhile, Tim walks past Clint, just as Clint kicks his foot
up from the Blacktop. A huge blob of, what looks like shit,
splats on Tim's back.
Tim whirls around, staring at a shocked Clint who just
realized what he did.
Did you just throw something?
Clint, now embarrassed, is trying to look innocent. He checks
his phone, trying to shake Tim off.
Oh, sorry. Must have been a rock or
Thought i felt something. Isn't
Tim turns, enters the elevator. He farts as he gets into the
Do you smell that? I think some dog
shit behind that plant. Smells
Clint stands there, trying to figure out his next move. He
doesn't have much time before Tim realizes.
I just remembered...i forgot
something. I'll just catch the next
one. Don't worry.
Tim leans back against the elevator wall, but his shirt
sticks to it. He reaches back with his hand and pulls it
back, looking at his hand.
He starts to dry heave as the door closes. When it's shut, we
hear Tim puking his guts out.
Clint bolts for the stairs, afraid that Tim might come for
him. Guests are exiting through the Entrance Clint is heading
for. He pushes them down and tramples them as he runs up the
INT. HOTEL LOBBY - DAY
A man walks across the lobby. He approaches the Receptionist
behind the desk. It's Brad Vicks, the Head of the Union.
Hello, i've got an appointment with
your General Manager. My name is
The receptionist is up to her head with papers. All kinds of
forms have been piled up on her desk.
He is expecting you in his office.
It's on the 3rd floor. Just take
the elevators up, head left and
it's at the end of the hall.
Thank you so much. You have a good
He leaves her a Hundred Dollar tip. The receptionist grabs
her tip. She waves with her hand, as if to want more.
Gimme some more....
Vicks throws down what looks like twenty more crisp hundreds.
Thanks, you too.
(Off Vicks's look)
Vicks moves away.
INT. BANQUETS OFFICE
The Housemen and the Servers are huddled inside the small
banquets office. Joe sits at Djordje's desk. He's massaging
his feet and eating a Ham sandwich with the same hand. He's
not giving a shit.
People are smoking and drinking. Some are cleaning their
You guys remember, a couple of
months ago, we had a meeting inside
the ballroom, and it was with Amy
and JP and they talked to you guys
about the Union stuff.
Some of the employees murmur and shake their heads.
You guys remember that?
Most shake their heads as "Yes".
Who can tell me, trying to remember
back, based on that meeting what we
all talked about?...Any Of you
animals?...Don't All talk at one
Nobody looks like they have much to say.
Let me ask you a question. What is
the Hilton as a company...what is
our view and stance on the Union?
Is bad! We don't like!
This shit Union! No good, Bljad!
Why don't we like it?
Because it is very disruptive to
Disruptive in the sense that
instead of you guys having direct
access to Managers and Supervisors
and the GM, or any kinds of
activities, you would have to go
through those dogs first, then they
would come to us.
Joe puts his feet on the table.
Are Unions free?
Hell no, they're not!
They cost money, right? Can those
dogs guarantee you anything? Can
they make a promise to you?
Well, with the company.
Shit no! They can't do shit now!
They done been finished off.
The Union can only guarantee you
what the Hotel is willing to give.
Now, this of course, is info that
we think is true, based on our own
spies within those dog's
What about if they force us to go
strike? I heard they do that.
You're not guaranteed to get one
shit. You stand on the god damn
street, and do not get shit.
Do they require you to go and
strike at another Hotel?
Si! No gut. Puta madre! Pura
This is just a quick little recap
of previous events. This is the
time if you guys have any
questions. Now is the time to
choose a side. Us...or Them.
They murmur some more.
Also, if...if that dredful day
should ever come...and let's all
hope it doesn't, this conversation
we are having right now, would be
considered secessionist in their
eyes, and we would all be either
converted, fired or deported.
Which means, never again will there
be an open door policy at any of
their Hotels again. Thanks guys.
We're good to back to work.
People start leaving the office. Joe opens a beer lights a
joint for Clarence.
INT. ALPINE BALLROOM
Ilyas and Pimentel are setting a U-Shape set in the Alpine
Pimentel is putting down Pads on the tables, Ilyas behind him
with the pens. Luis is trying to get ahead of Ilyas, who
catches up to him everytime.
Ilyas comes out of the U-Shape, and we see why Pimentel is
trying to get away. Ilyas has taken his shoes off. The Horrid
Foot Odor is making Pimentel gag.
The smell has spread throughout the whole room, cause
wherever Pimentel goes to escape the Odor, he spits and gags.
No play cavron. Put shoes. No play.
Pimentel is having trouble breathing. It's like the Foot Odor
has induces Forced/Laboured breathing. He spits on the carpet
and covers his mouth with his hand.
Chinga su madre. Que puto animal.
Come on, Come on, Pimentel. I
porque play. No problem.
Como no stink? Same como un animal
que dier. Puto perro stink.
Pimentel grabs his .45 Colt, but Ilyas is faster and wrestles
him to the ground.
INT. 3RD FLOOR
Vicks knocks on Shawn's door. Shawn's secretary opens. She
lets him in. Vicks steps in, like he already owns the Hotel,
full of pride and joy.
INT. SHAWN'S OFFICE
His office is lavishly decorated. Pictures of family hang
everywhere. He has a huge, wooden , antique desk sitting at
the back of his office.
Shawn gets up, and greets Vicks. He offers Vicks a seat, who
Hello Mr. Vicks, how can i be of
Well...you can start by signing
over all responsibility to the
I can't do that, Vicks.
I think you can...you want to.
Because by now, your spirit has
been broken and you're looking for
any excuse not to do it.
Even if i could, i wouldn't want
to. It's a wiser decision not to
That's what you think. We offer you
financial and overall freedom. No
one can mess with you. Simply put,
there is no reason not to hand over
control and for you to protect
these animals. Let us do it.
They are our employees. Animals
indeed, but still our employees. We
use and value them more than you.
What kind of standard would we be
setting if we gave up just like
There is no standard like a double
Whichever road you may take, we
will be at the end of all of them.
Our employees do not want to pay
for any kind of membership. That's
just one of your downsides.
That is a small perk to trade for
all of your wishes to come true.
Imagine to have everything you ever
wanted. At our cost.
Shawn mulls it over for a second.
Sounds good, but i have to pass.
Then there is no need not to hand
I'm telling you. You will never be
in charge here.
Vicks throws down a five-hundred page contract on Shawn's
desk. It slams with a big thud.
For your reading pleasure. The next
time i come here...that better be
Vicks lets himself out of Shawn's office.
INT. AUDIO VISUAL OFFICE
The door bursts open. Clint lifts his leg. At the bottom of
his shoe is a big piece of shit, sticking through the thread
designs. It Already has hardened quite a bit, by the looks of
it, as it's darkened.
How the crap...
He looks around the room for something to scrape it off with.
He spots Kenny's gold plated pen. He takes it and motions
trying to scrape the crap, but the end is too thick to fit in
between the thread.
He sees Michael's keys, lying on his desk. He is in a pool of
sweat. His face blood red, he drops his bags and Jacket, and
grabs Michael's keys.
He sticks a key in between the thread and starts scraping.
Someone inserts a key into the lock from the outside. The
door starts to open.
In a panic, Clint drops the keys back on Kenny's desk, a bit
of shit stuck to them.
It's Michael. He isn't in a very good mood. He hears the keys
hit the table and eyes Clint, suspiciously. He reaches for
his keys, grabs them and pockets them, his eyes still on
Clint, like a Hawk on a Snake.
What's that all about?
Clint gestures towards Michael's keys. Michael doesn't catch
the gesture. He is busy cleaning his glasses.
He doesn't have the heart to tell him. Michael would go on a
Thought those were my keys.
The radio crackles.
Banquets to AV...
Michael grabs his radio.
This is AV, go ahead!
...the guest for "Germ Free" is in
the Grand Ballroom and would like
to speak with you.
Michael mimics a stabbing motion to his chest.
Ten-Four. I'll be right there.
He turns towards Clint.
No, i got to clock in. Ten more
minutes. I'll meet you down there.
Michael goes to the door. He grabs his Glock 18, checks the
clip, and puts it behind his back. He puts on his coat.
Alright, but from now on, what you
may have done with my keys, or
whatever, i will have start to
punish, punish and punish.
He continues to murmur to himself. He leaves the office. The
door closes. Clint rifles in his bag and pulls out some body
spray and sprays the shit out of his shoe.
He gets up, clocks in and leaves the office, after Michael.
INT. P3 GOURMET KITCHEN
What used to be the Gourmet Kitchen, is now a complete mess.
Stuff lies strewn across the whole floor. Tiles, wood panels,
decorations and more.
Employees are lifting a huge wall cabinet, line it up, while
another screws it in. One employee is assembling what looks
like a bar.
A very expensive, four thousand dollar marble tile falls and
breaks. Two employees start arguing over it. One throws
something behind him and hits James, who is looking through
the day's news papers.
James whirls around. He misses the first guy, but catches the
other with a super kick.
Wilma pops in, wielding an AK47. She starts firing around the
room. The other employees get to arms, and fire back.
After a while of shooting, someone shouts something to Wilma.
Wilma suddenly stops. She lowers her AK. The other employees,
the same. All are still cautious.
The security guard approaches her.
Wilma, you alright? What happened?
Wilma starts talking in spanish wildly and rapidly. The guard
doesn't understand shit. He calls someone over.
Pedro, can you translate, please?
Pedro comes closer.
Translate, What is this shit? We
are fighting the Unionists, not
Pedro translates. Wilma talks back harshly.
She says that guy (points to cook)
over there, served lunch today and
she found a rat tail in her soup.
So now, he has to pay with his
I will take care of it. Tell her to
go to HR and they will write her a
big check for this mess up.
Pedro translates. Wilma suddenly wiggles "NO" with her
finger. She starts yelling at Pedro.
She says that is not good enough.
Either its his head, or this hotel
is coming down.
Look, i will tell Edgar. She can go
talk to edgar. He will take care of
At the mention of Edgar's name Wilma lowers her AK and
leaves. Everybody exhales.
EXT. HOTEL ROOF - DAY
It's a dark, moody night. No birds. Nothing. The gravel on
the roof trembles and bounces occasionally.
Over the edge of the Hotel Parapet, down below, the siege
continues. Rifle and Cannon fire barrage the hotel. The
Unionists are returning fire to those down below.
From the Parapet, there is a set of hands leaning on top of
it. Someone is watching the Siege down below. The suit looks
EXT. ANTI UNIONISTS SECURITY PERIMETER
On the intersection, three large, Dark Green Army Trucks
appear. They drive up to the Barricade check point. The
driver from the first truck climbs out and approaches two
Heyya fellas. What's going on?
One raises his Rifle at the driver. The other takes the
forms. The driver raises his arms, in a defenseless position.
Hey there. No need for that. I'm
here on a supply run. For you guys.
The guard checks the forms, then checks his log. He flips
page after page.
There is nothing here showing an
kind of delivery today. Not from
the Union, anyway.
I don't know. We drove Four Hundred
miles with this stuff. They said
you need it bad. That's why we got
Still. We can't let you get in.
You're more than welcome to leave
the trailers here. We will have
them shipped back.
I think there may be a mistake
No, please. Check with your
superior. Please. We can't go back
with this stuff. They will get rid
of us. They do not like failure.
The guard looks at the pleading Driver. He thinks it over.
Takes his radio and calls. The other guard still has his
Come on in, One-Seventeen.
We got a Delivery driver here, from
the Union. Says he is here to drop
off supplies and such.
Someone else comes on the radio. The familiar voice booming
through the speaker.
You tell him ,then, we don't need
no shit from them. No deliveries,
no deals. They go back, this
second. If they don't, they done.
The radio goes silent. The guard takes a red marker and
writes "Declined" on the forms. He hands the forms back to
You heard the boss.
The driver goes back to his truck.
EXT. HOTEL ROOF
The driver climbs back into his Truck. The truck is rerouted
to the street leading away from the hotel. The other two
Someone is walking on the Gravel behind the standing figure.
The footsteps stop close.
The figure turns around. It's Edgar. The other is the General
Edgar...we gotta talk.
Edgar leans back on the parapet.
You mean what is going on down
That is another separate
discussion, which we will have to
have soon enough.
You want to talk about the Union
They came to preach their business,
didn't they? I know they did. You
can't lie to me.
Did you say anything?
I didn't. One of them is still
locked up, remember. So they don't
have anything to go on. The area
where they breached has been
contained, just barely in time.
We can't let this thing spiral out
of total control. It would be too
Edgar says something into his ear piece. The General Manager
leans on the Parapet, looking out into the sky.
I fear with this one, my ass is
fried. I'm liable to be out of the
Hotel business all together.
How do you mean?
The General Manager spits out Tobacco juice. He adds more
Tobacco into his mouth.
If i let those dogs get this hotel,
i'm fired. If we somehow hold out
and they give up, i'm still fired
for letting this get to this point.
If they are able to get Jerry,
Matthesson, and those guys we
arrested earlier, they will have
Helicopters fly overhead, drowning out a few seconds.
You are afraid of him?
He is a snake, a looter and a
pillager. I heard that they do that
once they get a hold of a hotel.
Nobody knows. My people are working
around the clock to find out
everything about the Union.
Vicks came to see me today. I
pretended i wasn't there. I
couldn't face him. Shawn was. He
made it clear. He also left us
their terms, laid out nice and neat
in a five hundred page contract.
He starts to weep, slightly, off of Edgar's look. He gets
himself under control, by sucking down on a Whiskey bottle he
took out of his pocket.
What am i to say? We dropped the
ball. It doesn't matter what we do
now. Jerry did his damage. The
others are coming to finish it.
I am trying to locate Jerry.
There is a man, who i recently
spoke to. He will be a big help to
us. He's coming here today. Go down
to P1, to the Gourmet Kitchen
Office and meet with him.
INT. BANQUETS OFFICE
Mina, Djordje and Joe are sitting in the office. They are
Mina is playing on the computer. Djordje and Joe are talking.
Edgar comes into the office.
This morning, the contact for the
Canyons Room came to my god damn
office. She said that someone came
into the room, after it had been
set, and was eating. Shit strewn
all across the room. Like some god
damn pigs. She won't pay now. We
had to give her all that shit for
Joe lights up a Joint. He offers to Edgar, who refuses
professionally. Djordje refuses. Mina takes it and takes huge
I told her i don't give a god damn
shit. I mean, as far as i'm
concerned, the very minute that set
was done, we're out. No more
bitching, no more fighting, no more
Mina starts laughing uncontrollably. She gets up on her desk,
and starts dancing on it.
This morning, the people in Topaz
wanted more tables. We told them
they are on the third floor. They
went up and got them, and they set
they own room.
Oh my god. We can not do that. We
have to help the guests, no matter
how much we hate them. You told us
Joe takes off his shoes.
You know, i don't give a shit. We
set the god damn room. They take
advantage of us. Up until now,
since i have been here, not a
single shit was given when the
guest was in question.
He takes off his socks, and sticks his feet into a massage
machine. He instantly relaxes and moans.
You let the god damn guest think,
they screw you. We haven't made one
single Dollar since this whole
'Siege" started four months ago.
We've been setting rooms for free.
Kenny comes in. He drops off the AV checks. He takes a puff
of the Joint. He relaxes. He gives the joint back and leaves.
Thanks Kenny. Anyway, speaking of
Screwing...Edgar. How is that whole
thing outside going?
Edgar drops what he is doing. He turns round in his swiveling
chair, like the girl from the Exorcist in her bed. The three
people reflect in his dark glasses.
That i can not talk about. It is
classified. I am looking for the
guy responsible, Jerry.
All of a sudden, the Fire alarm comes on.
What is that? Is there a fire?
No idea. We have to get outside.
Edgar says something into his earpiece.
It's coming from Alpine.
He checks his gun, the clip, and holsters it. He leaves, Joe,
Mina and Djordje following.
INT. GRAND BALLROOM FOYER
The Foyer is full of Guests exiting the Grand Ballroom.
Edgar and the others push through the crowd, when Edgar
stops. In front of him, a Bum comes out from under the Buffet
Table. He grabs a Woman's purse and tries to run.
Edgar takes him down, zip-ties him, then continues.
INT. ALPINE FOYER
Edgar tries to open the doors, but they are locked. Mina
takes out her Key, swipes it, and the doors unlock.
Why are the doors locked?
I lock. They want privacy. They
talk about secret company
stuff.....(Ibreaks out in laughter)
Edgar draws his gun. He opens the door. A body. Sitting on
the ground and leaning on the door, falls over, into the
Guests start screaming. Mina pukes, then faints. She falls
forward and face plants hard.
They are all dead!
Terrorists!!! Damn this hotel.
INT. ALPINE BALLROOM
The guests who are in the room, have all passed out. Some are
still falling off chairs, some are lying across tables or on
the floor. The presentation slides keep changing.
The guest who pulled the Alarm, still has his hand on the
alarm handle. Motionless.
The presenter is lying on the table, slide controller in her
hand. She has the "Next" button depressed, and every time a
slide comes on, the audio associated with that slide says a
word or two and is cut off by the next slide.
Nobody comes into the room. Nobody goes out. Guests are
strewn all across the room, various clothes off of their
bodies, in a desperate attempt to find air.
INT. BLIND PIG
The Gourmet Kitchen has finished it's transformation, and is
now a Blind Pig, or Speak Easy.
It is busy with employees from all around the Hotel. From
dish washers to executives. They all are dining, drinking,
dancing and more. There are pool tables, ping pong and even
On the far left, there is a stage and a live band is playing.
Alija and his people are bringing in a huge Elk on a tray,
to a whole group, waiting to eat it.
Edgar comes into the Blind Pig. All of the employees having
fun at the Blind Pig are still clocked in.
Edgar finds Alija, who is the Owner and Operator. He is
serving drinks to people.
Alija grabs a beer, offers it to Edgar. Edgar declines with a
wiggle of his finger, like the T-1000 from Terminator 2. His
professional attitude always alert and on the ready.
Alija moves him to the back door, where a guard stands. He
blocks the door from Edgar.
What do you want?
Alija glances over, at them.
Is ok. He work here.
The guard doesn't move.
I'm sorry. Procedure.
He puts his hand on Edgar's shoulder, as if to put him
against the wall.
With swift speed, Edgar wrangles the Guard's arm in an
unnatural angle, cracking his bones. He chops the guard in
the throat, who goes down as fast as he grabbed Edgar.
Without saying anything, Edgar enters the back office,
stepping over the gagging, and in serious pain, guard.
What i tell you, man?
INT. BLIND PIG - BACK OFFICE
The office is lavishly decorated. The wall decorations came
from one of the rooms off of the Titanic, that were either
professionally restored or left over at the dry dock. Big
plants and huge paintings of all the Hotel Managers and
Directors line the walls.
The blinds are shut, darkening the room significantly. Edgar
looks around the room. No one is inside.
He goes over to the desk, rifles through the papers and
folders. He opens various folders with information and
pictures on various hotel personell.
He takes out a small, James Bond-like camera, and snaps
pictures. All of a sudden, somebody shows up from a hidden
Agent! How may i help you?
Edgar whirls around. Hand in his gun, but he doesn't draw it.
Who are you?
My name is Tim Robson. The man in
charge after Matthesson.
The man i was sent to meet?
Why are you here? Is this your
Office? Give me your I.D.
Robson gives Edgar his I.D. Edgar scans it with a device and
takes a picture of it.
No, this is one of yours. I'm just
getting used to this place.
So you are here to help me?
Yes. I've been told there is a
Shit, i don't know. Will that be a
Edgar says something into his earpiece.
Maybe. You pose a security threat.
Stay low and out of the way until i
have all the background checks on
On the contrary, Edgar. Your boss
brought me here, to help, of
course. As far as i'm concerned,
i'm legit and spoken for.
Robson takes out a Fax, from his Fax machine, and hands it to
Edgar, who scans it.
Are you sure about this?
Got the intel this morning. Do you
want to proceed to go get him?
He was here the whole time. How did
i miss him?
Edgar hands the fax back to Robson.
I don't know that. I do know that
he found a secret way in after your
meeting with him two months ago.
I'll go get him.
I'll join you if you don't mind.
It is dangerous.
Robson takes out his gun. He checks it, then holsters it.
I like dangerous.
INT. GRAND BALLROOM
Michael walks up to the guest who is eating a muffin. He
startles the guest.
He outstretches his hand that was holding his keys, and
shakes hands with the guest.
Hi, i'm Michael, with Presentation
Services. How are you?
Oh, you startled me. I was just
enjoying my muffin.
He reaches, with the hand that shook Michael's, and grabs
(Handing it to Michael)
Here. You must have one of these.
This is the best shit ever.
The muffin is dropped during the exchange. The guest bends
down to pick it up, extremely close to Michael's pocket where
his keys are. He gets a whiff, and throws himself backwards.
What the hell is that shit...
Clint walks into the Ballroom.
Hey michael. Is everything going
The hell it is. You in charge?
Clint, hesitant, starts to sweat.
...depends...what can i do?
I want a word with you...
He looks at Michael, who is enjoying his muffin. His mouth is
all smeared from the chocolate.
This shit is good. What kind of
topping is it? Must be some kind of
...in private please.
Suddenly, the Grand A doors open. EMT's rush through and
around Clint, Michael and the guest. They are loaded with the
guests from the Alpine Ballroom. Some guests have come to and
moan and groan loudly, while some are still knocked out. Some
of them throw up on the way.
EXT. ALPINE BALLROOM FOYER
The foyer is full with guests, watching what's happening in
the Alpine Ballroom.
The guest looks like he is searching for what to say. Clint
is playing a game on his iTouch, not paying attention to the
He, (points to Michael) shit his
god damn pants. And you send him in
here to mock our phobias. What kind
of shit is that?
Clint doesn't pay even the slightest amount of attention. He
shows the guest the game.
How do you beat this...it's
frustrating...i swear i've been on
this level for the last three
weeks. Damn Angry Birds.
Our company, Germs Free, helps
those very Phobic people get over
their fears. If they smell him,
shit will be out of control.
What, you have trigger happy
I didn't say we don't. But if they
see him, shit ain't gonna go down
Tim walks into Clint's line of sight. His shirt is stained
with puke. There are imprints of when Tim wiped his hand off.
I'm very sorry. He's got his
issues. I will take care of it.
Tim starts sprinting towards Clint, clearly very pissed off.
Clint pushes the guest aside who falls on his face and runs
to the Alpine Ballroom. He tries the door, it's locked. Tim
is wielding a huge pipe wrench. He's a few feet away from
Clint, when --
-- he disappears completely from view. In a snap second.
James has super kicked him. As Tim lies on the ground, James
searches his Pockets. He takes a huge wad of cash.
It's MY Money. Son of a bitch...
(to everyone in the foyer)
You all don't matter.
Clint and the guest do nothing but watch idly by. The guest
What are you doing. He is your
He owes me Five Thousand. I had to
warn him too many times.
James turns to the guest.
The guest spits in front of James and takes up a stance as if
he won't get out of the way.
James super kicks the guest, who drops like a wet shirt.
James leaves. He searches the guest's body for money, then
Clint is left standing there. Quiet. Scared. Among all the
INT. GRAND BALLROOM FOYER
Edgar and Robson enter the Grand Foyer. They approach the
The guy is claiming that you
arrested two of his staff. Is that
gonna be a problem?
It should not be. Unless the guy
who is claiming, is working with
Apparently they are taking this
Those guys are Union members. The
problem is solved. Whoever supports
the Union, will be arrested.
No, the problem is in the manner in
which you arrested them. No fair
trial, much less any kind of trial.
I don't bargain with them. I don't
give out trials. I have more than
enough evidence for everyone who is
Maybe. They are very sneaky. In any
case, they want their staff back.
If they don't get them back, they
will escalate the takeover.
Edgar peeks through the open door, which is blocked off by
The interior is ruined. Cracked mirrors. Cracked sinks. Water
spews from pipes. There are huge gaps in the walls. Electric
sparks fly everywhere.
Edgar can hear shooting.
The shooting continues.
Jerry! We are coming in.
The shooting stops. There is a long moment of silence, broken
only with the Anti-Unionists bullets hitting the bathroom. A
grenade comes rolling across the floor, and stops by the
entrance. Edgar and Robson take cover.
The grenade blows.
We are coming in, Jerry!
Edgar and Robson burst into the room. Carefully, step by
They round the corner. Jerry is still shooting. He's standing
on the edge of the wall, out of his stall. Yelling Is heard
from down below. Jerry hides behind a small piece of wall.
Come on back, you Son of a Bitch.
Come on back.
There ain't gon' be no second time.
Jerry shoots. The employees laugh.
Jerry whirls around, having heard Robson and Edgar. He is
sweating heavily, and bleeding from various minor flesh
You sons of bitches. How did you
find me? Who told you where i am?
That is confidential.
Jerry spits out a huge spit of tobacco juice.
That's bullshit. You know it. It
was Shawn. Wasn't it? he didn't
like me from day one.
You're coming with us, Jerry.
I'm not coming with you. Only with
my Brothers and Sisters, who will
take over soon enough. You better
scram while you got the chance.
He turns around and shoots down below.
Going up against us, will make them
I will be graciously rewarded. My
own hotel, paid off house, car,
free everything i want and all
debts forgiven. Really good
Edgar says something into his earpiece. A few seconds later,
Eight security guards come in. They surround Jerry.
Don't spread out. Why are they
With you gone, the Union will lose
all hope of Victory.
I will never surrender.
The team disarm Jerry. They zip-tie him and lead him out of
END OF EPISODE FOUR
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