Yeah I really don't like the tube haters on all these franchises.  I don't want to give them what they want, I don''t want to give them what they don't want.  Just don't even want to deal with them at all.  

Doesn't make them wrong when they're right, doesn't make them right when they're wrong.  But the fact is, Supergirl looks awesome.

And you know I can't stand Gunn either.  Don't mind seeing him fall on his ace even a little.  Watched Superman the other day by the way, we'll get to that.  But the problem with these haters is they make it personal with people they don't know.

These 40 year old virgins acting like they wouldn't drop their Cheetos just to Touch these women they claim to hate.

Please.

Listening to them yam about adult women while fully displaying their compete ignorance of how women's bodies work, how women age, I mean literally all their saying is they've never dated adult women.  It's sad.

Tearing down women who are often decent people, not playing the hollywood games they hate, not drinking the kool-aid, not sucking at the culty teet, I'm sorry any one of these ass clowns would tie their own aces together Tripping over the chance to date Supergirl.

Seriously.

Snow White, Captain Marvel, Starlight, She-Hulk, Any of these women, All of these women, All over that, they would Be.  And I'm just sick of their shit.  They don't deserve what they want onscreen, and they don't deserve the women they haven't got in the real.

So now they hate them all.

And they'll all tell you they're not racist, but then O M G it's Black Snape and all of a sudden it's like they actually ever one time gave a fuck about Harry Pooter.  Oooo Mmmm Geeeeeee ... the horror.  Snape has deviated.  

And they just can't have that.

Because they're the totalitarians now.  They're the ones who decide.  And it's All got to match what's in their heads, which they can't even enunciate to describe, or it's all in the trash.  Pretty much the only thing we agree on is that these works could and should be better written.

Can't argue that one.

But they burn these movies months before they're out.  They don't do it because they care, and it's not like them enjoying a movie has ever even helped !

Hate gets more clicks.  Hate means money.

And there it creeps in, maybe they don't even themselves know or see it happen in themselves, but there by the money they become what they are.  

Just a bunch of fucking haters.

Who only even exist as a bi-product of hollywood's curse.  Wouldn't matter if any of these franchises made the best thing ever, they'll hate it whether they know it or not, because that's what gets the clicks and all they are is professional click bait.

Without that hate they are nothing at all.

I don't want to give them what they want.  I don't want to give them what they don't.  I want them to shut the fuck up with their sideways misogyny and self righteous claims to have one single fucking clue what it means to make a movie, let alone date an actual 'woman', as opposed to existing like a leach on those who do.

Can't stand these fucks.

Best thing about these franchises dying off will be watching the haters starve, with nothing left to hate but themselves, which is what this was all really about.

The new fascists.  

Give them exactly what they want, whether they can describe it to you or not, or die,

~ Praetorians ~

Float ~

The specific request ~ "A horror movie in which the antagonist is balloons."

Me - "Awesome."
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________

A black balloon tied with three red bows of descending size trailing on her string, floats through the woods and down a steep hill to a white balloon waiting with a black top hat, glossed over construction paper torn and twisted tape.  

Her face is scrawled in rouge lipstick, the only thing that would stand out against the black, his a skull in sharpie with jagged teeth and a smile.

All to be redrawn on both to suit their present emotion while the thin wire on the string expresses their immediate responses.  Jagged when shocked, comfortably curled when drifting, now both entwined.

They look down the hill to the small town below. 

Voiced over ~

"You know your mom's planning a surprise party right ?"

Carla - Eating at the diner with Kate, "Goddamn it I knew it.  You're the best friend ever."

Kate - Eating a fry, "Yah.  Everyone else is in on it.  Like everyone.  Including your cousins from Pennsylvanian and that one creepy aunt.  She gave me candy.  I'm supposed to distract you til 7."

Carla - "How the hell were you supposed to do that !?"

Kate - Slurps her shake.  "Double feature.  Happy birthday."  Last slurps, "Hey did you know you mom thinks you're friends with the whole cheerleading squad ?"

Carla - "What !?"
 

(''Bullshit' by Ed Hall)

~ Float ~

Grins now drawn maniacal, credits as the balloons float through the woods and down the hill for the town.
________

Walking down the street, they look up at the marquise, double feature, 'Float' and 'Carnivores'.

Kate - "If we burn down the theater with ourselves inside, we could skip the pasty for medical attention."

Carla - "A viable option.  But why did you let them think I was friends with cheerleaders ?"

Kate - "Poisoned by candy and stories from your childhood.  They had photos.  I couldn't move."

Carla - "Learn anything good I blacked it all out."

Kate - "For the better.  We doing this ?"

Carla - Checks her Zippo.  "Let's get it done."

Tabby - From the ticket booth under the marquise, nervously.  "Um.  Popcorn ?"

Carla and Kate - "Popcorn."

~ while cheerleaders covered in blood run screaming through the party decorated house the balloons floating their way through the abattoir ...

Mom - In a closet peeking through the slats as the balloons drift by ... more screams ... "They're distracted."

Dad - Loading his shotgun, "Did you see ?  The bullets bounced off."  Locks.  "Unhuman they are ... "Cursed ... as we are cursed.  That's you're side of the family you know."

Mom - "Oh to hell with you."  More screams ... "I've got a box.  To catch them in."

Dad - "And then what."

Mom - Checks her Zippo.  "Then we experiment !  They'll die somehow ... somehow they'll die ... "

Dad - "Cursed ... "

Mom gives him a look before bursting the door open and chasing after with the box held high in a war cry.

Dad - Shakes his head ... "Cursed ... "

Aunt - Standing behind him with candy and tarot cards, "No it is you ... you who are cursed ... "  

She holds out the candy hand ... he takes a piece and turns to follow after his wife.  The aunt laughs and starts scrolling through photos.
____

The basement door at the top of the stairs bangs loudly in threes, while below the remaining cheerleaders huddle scared ~

Janine - "Lacy ... go check it out."

Lacy - "Why the hell do I go !?"

The rest look at Janine.

Janine - "You're first year."

They look at Lacy.

Lacy - "Yeah and you're a senior that means I'm useful longer, you're gone in two months !"

They look back to Janine in subtle agreement.

Janine - "Yeah.  To college.  Where I will abso-fucking-lutely be waiting for your little whore ass on my way to a masters in remembering this day forever."

They look to Lacy shocked.

Lacy - "Not if I beat your pretty little face into a hideously disfigured pulp you won't be.  You'll be too busy 'having issues' ... "

They look ... 

Janine - "To the death."  Pulls her knife from the folds of her skirt.

Lacy - "For the honor of the squad."  Pulls hers.

The banging stops, they look up to the quiet door ... 

Janine - "When it's done."  Sheaths the blade.

Lacy - "All over the grass ... "  Sheaths hers.  "Stacy, go check the door please."

Stacy - Just excited to be there, "Okay !"

Runs to the top of the stairs and pulls the door open with a smile, startling dad.  Shotgun blast to the chest, she closes the door and latches it, walks back down the stairs ...

Stacy - "Not okay."  Dead.

Janine - Shaking her head ... "God she sucked."

Lacy - "Agreed.  Let's go kill that guy."

Janine - A sigh ... "Yeah.  She was still total squad, it's in the charter or we're off the team."

Lacy - "And then ... "

Janine - "You and me."  

A knock on the door.  

Dad - "Hello ... ?  Is she okay ... ?"

Lacy and Janine - Cheerfully while glaring at each other, "(: Be right there !"  They look to the next cheerleader.

~ two

~ three

('Desperate Cries' by Crust)

~ intermission ~

popcorn

('Skincrawl' by Drain)

~ five

~ six

('Spitwad' by Cherubs)

Horizon

A child of the future or somewhere else in space reads her report to the class, out the window to her side a string of space stations seen stretched around a world below.

Child - "And peace was finally made and all the remnants of the great war left to live in the heavens above, leaving behind the desolate world that they made below, where none could survive."  

She smiles proud of herself as the nearest station out the window is mired by explosions yet to be noticed by the class.  More missiles strike from below until it falls out of control.

Child - "Radioactive and forgotten for all but the rare minerals we need to power our tools and machines, to be harvested today by drones came to call 'the Hectors'."

Hectors flee the veering station, its edge dipping atmospheric, running from their bays and leaping into converted forms for flight.

She sees the horror on the faces of the class looking to the side out the window, she looks herself as the station veers into near collision with their own, falling just beneath it.  She stares ...

Child - Eyes wide, words numb ... "The end."

From the ground below the station seen falling. a military commander watches with binoculars.  He drops them down.

The station filled with screams and emergency flight alights with fire on entry, a great forest below, steeping unto the crash, a gust wind from impact in the commander's eyes.

Zain - Takes a shot from his flask and smiles ... "Harvest time."  He motions his army forward, soldiers followed by Hectors of their own.

('Get Involved' by James Brown)

~ Horizon ~

~ initial orders follow the song's first series of calls and returns, then views of troop movements squad by squad in the C&R's after, main character introduction fights one by one in between these movements ~

The Hectors above descend into walkers they land, rockets extending as limbs, reaching forward and around individually to drop on them with pads extending they jumping into position, using the outstretched rockets to boost and guide.

While the ground army appears to converted their tech as their own.  The enemy appear to be drones, the Earthbound with the AI pod stripped for cockpits.
____________

Lord Ansel - What's to say, he's clearly the most decorated on in the room, save perhaps the Bishop lurking with a cross-like staff but split at the top.  Talking to a well kempt politico, "We were assured.  We were all assured.  There would be no survivors."

Saulwort (the politico) - "As you needed to believe, to make the people believe."

Ansel - "Why ?"

Saulwort smiles to the bishop and turns away for the door.

Bishop - "For the sacrifice."

Ansel - "You're breeding them.  It was to be only the criminals."

Bishop - "The problem your highness, is that in a perfect society, the sinners run dry.  We ran out.  And it is only by our Lord's protection that this village still stands and so it must be."

Ansel - "Stands.  Your low sacrifices just blew our main refinery from their sky.  Which was positioned next to a witnessing school."

Bishop - "Children.  Who will believe ?  Their teachers are already silenced."

Ansel - "But they will remember.  And how long will it be before your cattle strike us here ?  Not long now I think.  And where did they come by such weapons.  It seems your little day trips were more costly than you admit, and yet now it is I who must face the crowd, ignorant."

Bishop - "Calm yourself.  We've dispatched our best."

Ansel - A suspicious laugh, "Is it her ?"

Bishop - "As I said.  Our best."

...

Ansel - "Get the fuck out of my sight.  And Pray."
____

As the warriors return to Shanty Town at dusk, haulers hauling, the populated dirt road streets with as many women as men and each with a reason in such a place to seem suspicious ~

('Goin' Out West' by Tom Waits)

(like literally all of them)

________

Lord Ansel exits his chamber to the court awaiting eagerly for his report, press flanking the circle with royal guards at the door.

Ansel - To the press, "Out."

The guards immediately set to rallying them reluctantly out the door.

Ansel - Sits on his throne with a sigh, he grasps his lady's hand.  To the court as the door closes.  "It was a lie."  He looks to her reassurance received, "We did not win the war.  We lost it."  Looks to the court, "And so we poisoned the Earth.

"There were to be no survivors, and to this day I believed it true.  Betrayed by the church and the state alike.  I, like you, exist only in symbol.  For the people to look to, to believe.  And so here we are.  Now how the Hell do we spin this."

Lady Grett - Whispers close to his ear flirtatiously, "Should we kill him, do you think ?"

Lord Ansel - Quietly beneath the court's murmur, "I think he makes it requisite.  But then only to be replaced by the next."

Grett - "But what if we kill them all ?  Instead of a house divided."

Ansel - "My sister wife.  You were well chosen."

Grett - "Born to be."

Ansel - "But first I will very much enjoy to kill this one, call the court if you would to witness it.  For those who may betray the kingdoms, and to those who keep secrets.  And in that time my dearest twin ... " in for a kiss, "The time it takes for the next to cement his power within ... "

Grett - "We'll have already have framed them for these lies.  We have our patsy."  A brief kiss, "The Church of Baal."

Ansel - Stands, "Guards, bring us back his holiness."

~ In the great chapel, the bishop kneels before the split topped cross, worshiping at the suffering of his enemy nailed to it.  Interrupted by the guards flanked by protesting priests.

Stabbed in the back before the court by Ansel, dropped as the ruler draws pistol and shoots the politico in the head.

Ansel - To the briefly stunned but excitedly amused court, "I'm afraid there was a coup."

~ two

~ three

Horizon

~ five

~ six

Precipice Edge

Scott walks through the woods, passing campers in their tents and at the tables ... smoking, fucking, arguing, laughing, passing them by on way to the cliff, he's oblivious.  Stunned in the eyes, stoned in the mind, the wind behind blows all their noise away.

Overlooking the precipice edge he lights a blunt and breaths in deep.  Staring blank ... he falls to his knees.  Breathing heavy into sobs, out of madness laughing, and roaring to the moon above.  His body convulses twitching as some internal growth unseen sets in, straightening his arms then the legs, throwing him back from cliff's edge.

Breathing hard into the calm returning he looks to the dropped and smouldering blunt in the pale dry grass.  The tiny cracking ... smoke rises, he stares.  He swipes it from the shot and spits to the ember, coughing heard, the sounds of other campers return as he stands tall, stretching into flex.

Blunt in the mouth, another coughing fit breaks the moment.  Then a grin, the the blunt's swiped from his face.  He looks to the side ...

Roger - Takes a deep hit and passes, words struggling back the smoke.  "Shit'll kill you, you know."

Scott -  "It can get the fuck in line."  Inhales ... "We got a gig."

Roger - "Heh ... "

Scott coughs another fit ...

Roger - "You sure ?"

Scott - Breath returning laboriously, "Yeah.  I'm sure."  Looks at the blunt.  "Need edibles."  Throws it down and stomps it to unknown campers' cheers.

~ The Precipice Edge ~

Their converted school bus spins tires down the road out of the woods and on to the the highway, engine roaring under the blower, matte black and dirty, smoke pouring from the windows like it was born in Hell.

Inside, the campers seem oblivious, along for the ride as Roger drives.

Passing the traffic, swerving through and between like a bird in flight, the city lights glow on the horizon  ahead.  

Roger - "This shit's gonna kill you you know."

Scott - A look ...

Roger - Lights a smoke.  "I mean these gigs.  You need to stop."

Scott - "Then who feeds the kids ?"

Roger - A glance to the likely useless stoner pile in back ... "They really are helpless aren't they.  Adorable.  But helpless."

Scott - "Yeah ... "

Roger - "Look.  I mean you're addicted to this shit."

Scott - "We're all addicted to this shit."  Grabs the blunt from his mouth.

Roger - "No.  I mean death.  

Scott - "So did I."

Roger - "No.  No fucked up jokes.  It's not right.  You've got it all twisted up in your mind.  You're obsessed.  And all these fucks ... you keep em around to witness it."

Scott - "And you ?"

Roger - "I'm your voice of fucking reason."

Scott - "Damn good mechanic too.  You know I can't die."

Roger - "Thank you.  No deflections.  Why did you take this gig."

...

Scott - "Needs doing.  Nobody else will.  Probably nobody else can."

Roger - "And do you think the world will stop turning without you ?  It's killing you.  Inside.  And when you die on the outside ... then what ?"

Scott - "I'll answer the phone."

Roger - "Yeah that'll be me calling you a dumbass.  As long as you know, you can fool all these hippies, but you cannot fool, your voice of reason.  I see it.  You are looking hard, for the one thing you cannot have.  So what's the gig ?"

Entering the city ~

Past the sex district (a bit like New York used to be off the Lincoln tunnel) and into an alley.  

 

Roger - To Marsha (total hippie) seating herself at the wheel with wide eyes over all the switches, she starts flipping them."Nowhere to park the Beast, just keep her rolling."

Marsha - Mad in the eyes with excitement, "Gas money ?"

Scott - "Earn it."

Marsha - Giddy, "Heee ... go.  Go go go."  Flips switches ... a look ... Go !"

They depart, the door slams as the Beast skids to catch its loaded girth up to the hopped motor.  They watch it skid though a turn ... police start their sirens.  

Watching the wailing sounds and engine roaring as though through the buildings, circling the block an getting loud again.

Marsha - As is screams past, "Whoo !"

They watch as it fades again ...

Scott - "Marsha's not useless."

Roger - "No she is not.  Cab."

Scott - "Yep."  One pulls up.

They get out at the inner city motel.

At the desk ~

Hotel Manager (Bob) - "Fuck you."

Scott - "Please.  In and out."

Bob - "Cut."

Scott - "Five."

 

Bob - "Seven."

Scott - "Fine."

Bob - "Fuck you."  Tosses him the keys.  "Roger."

 

Roger - "Bob."  Catches his set.
________

In dreams ~

Devil - Whipping Scott, "But you will.  And then ... this."  Another lash.  "Another world to escape in ?"  A lash, "Another dream in which to hide from it ?"  Lash.  "It will all be for naught.  There is only this.  A lash.

Scott sleeps in his motel bed with an occasional twitch.

Coffee in the shitty motel lounge ~

Roger - "So.  Has your pulse returned ?"

Scott - "Oh ... fuck ... Off.  Yes.  I have a pulse."

Roger - "Let's see." ... "Let's ... see."

Scott sticks out his arm, Roger feels around the wrist looking ... then looking harder.

Roger - Throws down the arm annoyed, "Dead as a door nail."

Scott - "So what.  Eat my fucking vegetables ?"

Roger - "It would help."

Scott - "Help what."

Roger - "What the fuck are you even doing here ?  Why aren't you ... "

Scott - "Dead ?"

 

Roger - "Not that I would miss these chats in such mystifying locales, but yeah.  You seem intent on it, and you've already got it, you undead motherfucker."

Scott - "I guess there's your answer.  I'm not looking for death, death is looking for me and I know it.  You know why I always take the gig ?  As long as I'm necessary."

Roger - "And when the world's done with you ?"

Scott - "I'll leave a hideous corpse."

Roger - "You are a hideous corpse.  We need to get your heart pumping again, drink more coffee."  Looks at his watch, "We're walking."

Scott - "Fuck that."  Slams the cup.

Roger - "Fuck you."  Slams his, they head for door.  "Thanks Bob."

Bob - "Fuck you both kindly and have a nice day."

They open it as the Beast roars by with the sirens, hippies screaming, followed by the police and news choppers.

...

 

They start walking. 

~ two

Walking with sirens in and out in the distance ~

Scott - "What about you ?  Why the Hell are you still here if it's all a lost cause."

Roger - "Didn't say that.  I said you are.  I just like driving the bus."

Scott - "Bullshit.  That's not why.  But also yeah she's a sweet ride.  Tell the truth.  You love this shit."

Roger - "I love getting this shit done.  Who else is stupid enough, like you say but ... "

Scott - "Mm-hm.  Just say it."

Roger - A sigh ... "Yeah it's for the hippies.  They're like an adorable pile of occasionally sexy kittens with infinite weed."

Scott - "Serious weed magnets."

Roger - "Mm-hm.  And there's also Marsha."

Scott - "There is definitely Marsha."
____

The Beast leads the pursuit through a parking garage, screaming hippies piing to sides with each turn to a laughing Marsha.  She watches them in the rear view, an evil look and a grin before a hard turn, screams ...
____ 

Scott - "But that's not why and I already know the truth.  Thanks man.  You too."

...

Roger - "You're welcome."  Eying the passing fast food, "Burger ?"

Scott - "Burger."

While Marsha drives through the morning suburbs, lawns watered and mowed, smoke pouring, police in tail.  Two cops at the end of the road ~ 

One - Puts up a hand to 'halt' while the other rolls out the wheel spikes, the bus's entourage approaching.  "They'll stop."

The bus guns ...

One - "Or ... "  He looks around the suburb ... a lady looks up from her gardening at the blaring sound mixed with screams and smoke.  "Or this could go a lot of ways."  Others walk out of their house to see as the first cop firms his stance.

The bus tires roll over unharmed.  "Whooo !"

Two - "Huh.  Heard of those.  ... Oh fuck."  The first police car's tires blow, swerving as the pile up begins ... the police choppers follow while the news remains to film.
____

Child eating cereal while watching TV ...
____ 

They pile ...
____

An old coupe eating ice cream ...
____

And pile ...
____

Bob at the motel - "Marsha ... "
____

And piled.

Police helos fly over a quiet city street, bus missed in the alley as it creeps out the other way.

Marsha - Talking over her shoulder while driving, "We're gonna have to hit some races soon or we're all out of gas.  There's a hose."

Hippies in a wide eyed pile ... one lights as joint.
________

Eating burger ~

Roger - "What's the plan then ?"

Scott - "We try diplomacy first."

Roger - "Right, because that always works."

Scott - "But then we don't need to feel bad."

Roger - "Was I supposed to ?"

Scott - "Sociopath."

Roger - "Amiable sociopath, to you."

Scott - "Just saying."

Roger - "Fucking corpse."

Leaving the burger joint ~

Roger - " 'Just saying', you're an undead motherfucker."

Scott - "Be nice you.  And what kind of man would choose to hang around an undead motherfucker anyway, but a goddamn sociopath."

...

Roger - "Touche.  How's the pulse ?"

Scott - "Pulse is fine.  We're almost there."  Walks faster.

Roger grows serious as he watches him step ahead, many thoughts behind his eyes.  He catches up.
________

On one side of the screen a bright light, the other pitch darkness.

Dark - Forming into a shadowed face, looking downward.  "So here we are, once again.  Another Hell for another servant.  Torturing your own for you, once again, because you've got not the guts to do it yourself."

Light - Face forming, "Heart.  I've got not the heart."

Dark - A laugh, "To enjoy it."

Light - A sideways look, "I enjoyed yours ... "

Dark - "I'll remember that.  When I deliver the same, to yours."

Light - "I'd appreciate that greatly, thank you very much, you otherwise useless ass."  Flashes out.

...

The darkness growls before the shadows fade to black screen.
________________

Walking ...

Scott - "I don't know.  Sometimes I do wonder about Him."

Roger - "Yeah ?  And why is that.  The suffering of innocents He ignores until someone as stupid as we are shows up to clean up His mess for him ?"

Scott - "Yeah ... that's a reason.  But really, it's the games.  It's one thing to do the deeds and pick up the check, but ... "

Roger - "But it always turns out someway that proves Him right."

Scott - "Right.  Like He's weaving Hell on Earth just so the lucky few survivors get to see how cool He is."

Roger - "And then He'll blame the devil."

Light - Walking with them, the recognizable face, "Crisis of faith ?"

Scott - "God damn it."

Dark - "Sounds about right to me."

Roger - "Jesus Fuck."

Dark - "Oh yeah."

Light - "You were saying, 'The Devil."

Dark - "Evil with a D bitch.  Yes.  I was saying, look at this fool who follows you.  Unto his own end through your torture and mine.  And he has no idea even why ?  How is this free will."

Light - "Oh !  Good start ... so make the pitch."

Dark - A sigh.  Looks to Scott, everything you want.  Wildest dreams and such ... um ... piles of gold."

Light - "Or ... doing the right thing for nothing at all."

...

Scott - "I can't tell if you two are horrible at this, or possibly very good."

Roger - "Seems halfhearted."

Scott - "Like they're just playing the role but completely forgot why."

Roger - "Saying the same catch phrases so many times ... over and over ... "

Scott - "It's like they've got no free will at all !"

Light and Dark stop in their tracks with wide eyes watching them walk away ...

Dark - "I can see why you hate this one so much."

Light - "Love."

Dark - "Uh huh.  His tortures will be exquisite."  He fades away.

Light - Smiles ... "Excellent."  Gone in a pop.

~ as the bus pulls into the car show billowing its smoke ~

While on the long walk Scott and Roger walk by the homeless camp lining the street, people stepping out of their shelters to flex or twitch as the case may be.

Bets taken on the races ...

 

The twitch and flex in both places, shelters and cars ... and then the races while the camp dances to the boombox.  The Beast is a slow starter but it pulls ahead when the fire kicks in shooting from the side mounted stacks (Marsha's having a great old time while the crew smokes the locals out).

~ Afterparty.

~ three

Scott - "Poison."

Roger - "It was her, wasn't it."

Scott - "I guess she thought it was easier than the break-up.  And the old boss.  Death curse.  Killing me was the only thing they agreed on, without even knowing it."

Roger - "Why ?"

Scott - "Hated my ex.  Killed my cat."

Roger - "Damn."

Scott - "Then came my best friend ... hand around my throat.  Wanna talk about trust issues ?"

Roger - "He really did throw it all at you.  Got close.  Warmed right up to you."  A look to the side and a spit.  "Such bitchery."

Scott - "It's pathetic, he does it from hiding because he knows.  So the hunt goes on."

Roger - "Do you get mad at his victims ?  The ones he turns on you ?"

...

Scott - "I try not to ... but it always rings in the back of the mind that he uses their already existent natures.  Like maybe that side wouldn't have taken over, but it was always there."

My friend was always secretly jealous, I saw it, but always came up with or created ways to avoid the actual path.  My ex ... my boss ... both very territorial women, each feeling I was being taken from them by the other.  It was there ... but ... "

Roger - "But if you weren't being hunted, if they never knew you ... "

Scott - "They wouldn't have gotten the good parts either.  Both were going nowhere fast, using up whatever man they could, however they could, to survive.  I kept them going a minute, we did things."

Roger - "Things worth dying for ?" ... they pass a bodega with some street standing in front of it.

Scott - Smiles ... "I guess so.  Smokes."

Roger - "Sodas."

Scott - A glance to the corner, "Weed."

Roger - "Yep."

Scott enters the store while Roger talks to the guys on the corner.
_______

The bus crosses the finish line just before the competing truck.
_______

Roger - Rolling, "Is that when it started ?"  Licks it, "When you started feeling ... "  Lights.

Scott - "Like a patchwork fucking Frankenstein ?  No.  Gimme."  Smokes.  "That was always true."

Roger - "Huh."  Takes and hits, "I'm just wondering if you did die, maybe you're not the same person anymore.  Maybe you're not even a person at all, like on some sort of remote control."

...

Scott - "That is the most fucked up cruel possibly true thing you ever said to me."

Roger - "Is that when you started feeling like 'her' ?"

...

Scott - "No.  But it might be when ... 'she' ... " a look ... "became more undeniable."

Roger - "So maybe she always was you, and all that died was the lie."  Smokes.

...

Scott - "Second most most fucked up yet possibly true thing you ever said.  Enough.  I tap out you win.  "Your turn.  What the fuck happened to you.  You were gone for years and all you've told me since is 'some shit went down'."

Roger - "And it got ugly."

Scott - "Yeah, some shit went down and it got ugly.  So ?  All this lovely time in the sun with sodas and weed and your good old friend."

Roger - "Sorry doll.  I don't know you."

...

Scott - "That actually hurt."

Roger - "Good.  So maybe I do.  You knew what I was off to do, how pretty was it gonna be ?"

Scott - "Yeah but ... you know I'm not the only one who came back different."

Roger - A sigh ... stops walking.  "Yeah.  So we got there.  There were all these people in rooms, a whole complex of ... horror.  One room a dead girl hanging by her wrists, posed in the rigor to tantalize beyond, another one in a chair still twitching from the voltage that killed her ... dome guys gathered around ... laughing nervously ... no idea that in that moment they were indoctrinated, that forced laughter the key.

"Another room a fat man rage fucking something you couldn't see beneath his ... disgusting girth.  The next a man strangles a woman to death while cumming, a cat distracted him and just the worst time, he swatted it away and tried to get back into it ... but the moment was gone.  

"Another and another and another ... then came the meat processing facility.  Like the back room of a fifties diner, old tiles, faded and blood stained yellow and white check, old meat grinders dropping our hamburger on the floor next to a couple of shovels, vintage round clock on the wall above.  That's when I finally got it.

"They were making art.  

"The entire passageway, the entire complex, filled with rooms and horror.  They were making art.  And it was beautiful.  Like Hell.  I went insane."

Scott - "That's the part I did know.  You blew cover and ... "

Roger - "Yeah.  No regrets."

Scott - "None taken."

Roger - "That's when I really understood.  Not only the depth of evil, truly Hell on Earth being physically created on these bodies, but how much everything we've trusted all this time, protected it.  Everything we stood for, everything we believed in.  Fought for.  Killed for.  Died for.

"It was for this.  So yeah.  Even if it destroyed our world, it had to stop.  You know me.  I calculate.  'Caring' is not in my protocol.  That was the day I learned to give a fuck.  The day that old me died.  The one you knew."

Scott - "The one I know.  Giving a fuck looks good on you."

Roger - "Thank you.  You look about the same dead."

Scott - "Thanks.  Roll it up."

Roger - "Yes sir ... "  Pulls out the bag.

~ Intermission ~

Precipice Edge

Marsha - At the shop shop, "I need a new body for the Beast."

Nails - "Anything to do with you being all over the six o'clock news ?"

Marsha - "Everything to do with that.  In three hours, you keep my winnings and the blower and the stacks."

Nails - "What the fuck am I gonna do with the stacks ?"

Marsha - "Five o'clock news.  Others will try."

Nails - "Yeah ... you know more people would have bet against you if it weren't for all that press."

Marsha - "You mean all that awesome ?  And I need the tank from the other bus mounted."

Nails - "In three hours."

Marsha - "I believe in you."

Nails - A look ... "What color."

Marsha - "Schoolbus orange."

Nails - "What city."

Marsha - (: "This one."

Nails - "How 'bout we give it the number from the one that rides that suburb you trashed."

Marsha - "That's a terrible idea.  Make it so."

Nails - "We're gonna need your uh ... " looks to the hippies ...

Marsha - "Hippies."

Nails - "Yeah.  Do you trust them with rivet guns ?"

Marsha - "Some of them ... "

Nails - "And the crane ?"

Marsha - "None of them.  I'm rated."

Nails - "For a shop crane."

Marsha - "Yep !"

Nails - "Where the hell did they find you ?"

Marsha - "Hanging around the grand prix."
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At the grand prix holding up the trophy.
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Nails - "Though I recognized you ... 'Marsha'.  Wanna a new job ?"

Marsha - "Maybe when this one expires."

Nails - A laugh, "That might be a while."  He motions over an assistant and whispers in the ear.

Hammer - "A school bus ?" ... "Yeah I now where there might be one."

Nails - "Legitimate.  No one looking for it."

Marsha - "You were gonna rob the school weren't you."

Hammer - Smiles ... "Maybe."

Marsha - To Nails, "You know maybe I work here after this gig, I need to pick up an old guy first and then drop him off."

Nails - "So I hear.  Around the way.  Do you have any idea ... "

Marsha - "Yes."

... 

Nails - "Alright Miss 'Schoolbus Orange', but just so you know, that's why the discount.  Those are not one but two big hits.  Some people don't mind one and some the other but I don't mind both."

Marsha - "And both tanks filled."

Nails - "But I like to now things.  For the gas."  Leans forward, quietly.  "Where you gonna take 'em when it's done ?"

Marsha - "From whence they came ... "

Scott - Coughing hard, he passes back the joint in a hurry.  "Need ... " hack " ... Coffee."
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Roger - Watching Scott break up the weed into a to go cup ... "What the fuck are you doing ?"

Scott - "It works."

Roger - "Why the fuck out of all these hippies and road, have I heard of no one doing that, ever ?"

Scott - Stirring the cup, "No idea.  But as long as it's got the creamer fats to absorb the THC ... it works.  But you know I've wondered that myself.  You should try it."  Sips ... a smile, "It'll make you a believer."

Furrowed brow ... he pulls out the bag.
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Laughing their way down the street ...

Roger - "Well ... ho ... lee ... shit.  Why does nobody do this !?  It's fucking perfect !"

Scott - "Ye of little faith."

Roger - "Where'd you pic this hit up from ?"

Scott - "Five years breathing that toxic air ... hence the cough ... and then dealing with humans of course, a solution was required.  You ever try talking to these bastards !?"

Roger - "That I have ... that I have.  They say killing's hard ... but sometimes they really do make it harder not to.  So how are we going to do this."

Scott - "Simultaneous, exactly the same time, or we just wasted it.  Otherwise, it's like any other gig."

Roger - "You sure about that ?"

Scott - "Sadly, very.  Regardless of what that may mean."

Roger - "Hm."  Drinks ... "This is seriously the good shit though.  We need to spread the word."

Scott - "Just did."

Roger - Drinks, "Now.  Are we sure about this one ?"

Scott - "Doesn't matter anymore, we're paid in advance."

Roger - "Un fucking believable."

Scott - "Just you and me, with no one over our shoulders while we check the loot."
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While Marsha works the crane, lowers the body to the frame ~

Roger - "What about Marsha ?"

Scott - "What about her ?"

Roger - "I think she's earned her slice."

Scott - "And a slice she will have."
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Marsha - "Thanks Anael ... "

Nails - Suddenly out of breath like a heart attack, "Jesus fucking Christ don't ever call me that here."  Breathing heavy and holding his chest.  "Or anywhere you scared the fuck out me.  You're welcome."

Marsha - "Still thinking about that opening in the shop ?  Still interested."

Nails - ... "You're not gonna want it."  Lights a cigarette, "Not when this is through."

Marsha - A bit of cool veneer falls off, "When ... what's through.  What do you mean ?  I know what kind of ears you've got to the ground.  Why would this be on your radar ?"
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Voiced over while Roger and Scott walk ~

Nails - "It's about the Dichotomy."

Marsha - "Between what ?"

Nails - "No.  'The' Dichotomy.  It's a name."

~ Scott looks to the side at Scott in quick assessment.

Nails - "Or maybe more like an identity.  A title."

~ Roger glances back with a nod.  "Ready."

~ Scott with a smile, "I believe you."
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Nails - "I mean only what I said.  Just my intuition, but sure.  If I'm wrong and you still do want job, okay."  The head for the shop door into the light, "I'll try you out I fucking hate working the crane."

Marsha - "I fucking love the crane."

Nails - "Don't ever fucking lie to me again."