EXT – PARKING LOT
(CABRETTI runs and hops into his Viper. He speeds off, hoping he won’t get caught)
Everyone into the van! We’ll follow him!
(Everyone dives on in. BRECKIN slams the door shut and LULA speeds off)
I can’t believe it. The vase was right there in my fucking grasp and it was shattered!
Don’t worry about it-
I have to worry about it! It’s going to be my fucking head! That was solid gold! Solid fucking gold…wait a minute.
A gunshot wouldn’t just shatter gold like that.
So what are you thinking?
I’m thinking this fuck we’re following made a decoy and was trying to sell it for his own profit. Keep the pedal to the metal Lula! If we follow him closely, we might just find where the real vase might be!
You got it, hot buns!
EXT – HELPING HAND THEATRE
(The Viper pulls up into the parking lot. CABRETTI jumps out and runs into the theatre. He gallops down the stairs and heads into the men’s bathroom. He breaks open a false spot in the ceiling and pulls out the vase)
There you fucking are.
You can say that again.
(TRUMAN turns around to see MARGINO and his men behind him. TRUMAN tries to scream but MARGINO’s men fire ten shots into him)
EXT – HELPING HAND THEATRE
(The van pulls up to the theatre)
We’re back at the theatre, dripply Newton’s.
Okay. I’m going in.
Yeah. The fucker’s just one guy. What kind of harm can he do?
You sure you want to go in alone? I’ll have your back!
No, Breckin. This is something I need to do by myself.
(SLACK rushes inside the theatre)
Truman!? Come out come out wherever you are!
(SLACK is then clotheslined by BROCK)
Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in.
(MARGINO walks over SLACK’s dazed body holding the vase)
Is that the-
Yes, it is you scum fuck. And with no help from you. Looks like one of your theatre friends tried to keep it for himself.
We were trying to get it back from him.
Of course you were. Kyle, the gas cans.
(KYLE walks over with a couple of gas canisters)
Yes, Mr. Margino.
Wait! What are you doing?
What does it look like we’re doing? We’re burning this motherfucker down, son.
Please don’t. You got your vase and-
Awe listen boss. He’s trying to reason with us.
Of course he is. They all do. But what do we do with people who try to reason with us? We blow them away to kingdom fucking come.
(MARGINO takes out his gun)
Say hi to Trevor for us.
(The front door is kicked open and in runs BRECKIN. BRECKIN fires his automatic wildly, hitting KYLE. MARGINO raises his firearm and fires. BRECKIN falls down to his knees)
Why don’t you all just die!?
Because, Herbert. You can’t keep a good Thespian down.
(MARGINO looks down to see SLACK aiming a pistol at his head)
Boss! Look out-
(BROCK is then shot by BRECKIN who stands back up, ignoring his shoulder flesh wound)
Touche’ Mr. Slack. Touche’.
To shoot or not to shoot. That is the question.
(SLACK shoots MARGINO in the head. MARGINO’s body falls back. SLACK catches the gold vase)
(The rest of the theatre troupe files into the theatre, looking at the bloody mess before them)
Is everyone okay?
We are. They’re not.
It’s a mess in here!
It’s going to take forever to clean this place up.
(SLACK holds up the vase)
You sure about that?
So they sold the vase and used the money to fix the old place up. Shawn retooled the script again and returned it to its original Shakespearean format. For the role of Mercutio, Breckin stepped in and performed the part in honor of his friend. As for Trevor, they buried his body in the grave yard right next door to the theatre. Slack did his time at the theatre but continued to stay there because you know what? He realized that theatre is more than just weirdo’s in makeup and silly costumes reading from a script. It’s a family ordeal. He now was part of a special bond that nobody was going to break apart. And as for the theatre itself…it’s no longer in the red. So you know what that means? I’m late for the upcoming matinee. You should come along and see the show with me. It’s really good. I hear Slack might try his hand at directing the next show. Doesn’t that sound wonderful?