Props Master II: The Show Must Go On

Slack returns along with the rest of the acting community of A Helping Hand Theatre-In-The-Round. He wants to direct Shakespeare's "Macbeth" with his friends on the anniversary of when they overcame the threat of the Margino family. Little does he know, Herbert's younger brother is planning a surprise attack on the theatre as revenge. Will Slack and the others make it out alive?

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2. Rounding Up The Troops

INT - BRECKIN's APARTMENT 

(BRECKIN takes a large snort of cocaine)

BRECKIN:

Oh yes! I'm a bad girl. I'm such a bad girl. Oh mommy!

(There's a knock at the front door)

BRECKIN:

Fuck.

(BRECKIN quickly gets up and takes out a handheld hoover, sucking up all the coke from off the counter. He throws it against the wall on the other side of the apartment and runs over to the door, opening it up)

BRECKIN:

Hello?

SLACK:

Hola, Breckin!

BRECKIN:

Slack. What brings you to my fully furnished, newly cleaned, drug free apartment?

SLACK:

Just wanted to talk is all, dude. May I come on in?

BRECKIN:

Sure, sure. But please excuse me manic behavior. I didn't take all my medication today.

SLACK:

You're on meds?

BRECKIN:

Yep. Just started taking things. Doc's orders.

(BRECKIN hits the wall)

BRECKIN:

Woo!

SLACK:

Was this a bad time for me to stop by, dude?

BRECKIN:

Maybe, maybe. I was just about to sit down and watch some television and then read the Bible. You know. Religious shit. 

(BRECKIN picks up his Bible which falls open, dropping a large bag of coke on the ground. SLACK looks at BRECKIN disapprovingly)

SLACK:

Um, Breckin. 

BRECKIN:

Now Slack, this doesn't look as bad as it seems!

SLACK:

I just saw drugs fall out of your Bible. 

BRECKIN:

Hey. That is some Atheist shit!

SLACK:

Breckin...

(BRECKIN sighs and sits on the sofa. SLACK goes over and sits down next to his friend)

SLACK:

You're using again, aren't yah?

BRECKIN:

Who knew it would be this hard? I didn't know it would be this tough, Slack. 

SLACK:

You have to get clean, man. If you don't, you can't be a part of the theatre. 

BRECKIN:

What?

SLACK:

I just came back from speaking with Val and Shawn. They gave me the heavy low down. You're on the chopping block, dude. 

BRECKIN:

Shit fuck! I'm so depressed. Quick, go grab me one of my sugar cookies off of the table over there. 

SLACK:

Sure thing, man. 

(SLACK goes over to the table in the kitchen)

SLACK:

You know man, you shouldn't put all your emotions into eating. It'll kill yah. Sugar cookies won't make the pain go away. 

BRECKIN:

They will when the cookies are made with cocaine. 

(SLACK looks at the cookies and throws them in the trash)

SLACK:

Jesus, Breckin. You're a mess.

BRECKIN:

I am not. Now if you excuse me!

(BRECKIN takes out a knife and stabs the sofa cushion. He tears it open and pulls out a brick of coke)

SLACK:

Give me that!

BRECKIN:

I was just holding it for a friend!

SLACK:

This part of you is gone, man! You don't snort coke or cook crystal meth or shoot dope any more. You perform Shakespeare! You paint sets! You help with lighting! You're an honorary Thespian for Christ sake.

BRECKIN:

I don't know, Slack. Some times at night, I have dreams...nightmares. I'm back making drugs for my old boss before I ran away to Ohio. I'd dream he'd find me and wring my neck out.

SLACK:

Those are just figments of your REM! You're here now, Breckin. I need you. The theatre needs you. Come on Macduff. 

BRECKIN:

Mac who?

SLACK:

That's the character you're playing in my show. Macduff.

BRECKIN:

Oh.

SLACK:

The future is calling. Ring, ring! Hello? Why yes, this is Slack! Why yes, I am ready to fuck Broadway in the ass. Come on Breckin! Let's go make a show no one will ever forget!

(BRECKIN and SLACK leave the apartment in a triumph)

 

INT - DRUG LAB

(A bunch of druggies are slaving over drug equipment as their boss walks in through the front door with a couple of business men)

TWEAKER:

As you can see gentlemen, here at Tweaker's Goods...we supply the fuckin' goods. The candy practically melts in yours veins and will give you a high nobody else can supply. 

(TWEAKER smiles and gives a slight chuckle)

MAZZERA:

What do you want from us?

TWEAKER:

Well Mr. Mazzera, what I want from you and your partner here is just one simple thing...transportation. 

MAZZERA:

Transportation?

TWEAKER:

Exactly. You see about three years ago, I worked with this young punk ass who dealt with transporting my goods. Smart kid but boy was he a coke head. He eventually blew out of here like the motherfucker he was and left to God knows where. If I knew where he went, I'd personally go up there and gut him. But now I need a larger corporation to do my dirty laundry. 

MAZZERA:

That's where we come in?

TWEAKER:

Exactly.

(In walks TWEAKER's girlfriend, POLLY)

POLLY:

Tweak!

TWEAKER:

Polly, what the fuck are you doing in here? Can't you see I'm trying to make a business deal?

(POLLY takes out a gun and shoots MAZZERA in the head)

TWEAKER:

What the fuck!?

POLLY:

He's a pig, Tweak. Both of them are. They're rats sent in to try and bust us.

(TWEAKER looks at the other suit)

RILEY:

She's lying!

TWEAKER:

My girl never lies.

(TWEAKER takes out his pistol and shoots RILEY several times in the chest)

POLLY:

Nice shooting, baby.

TWEAKER:

Goddammit. You can never trust a fucking person anymore in this day and age! Polly, follow me. I'm so angry I need some rough sex to make my heart rate go down. 

(The two exit the room and come face to face with NEESON and his men)

NEESON:

Not a movement, understand?

TWEAKER:

What the fuck?

POLLY:

Who are you fucks!?

NEESON:

Someone who wants revenge on a group of slime balls just as much as you do.

TWEAKER:

What the fuck you talking about?

(VOLT throws a file at TWEAKER)

NEESON:

Take a gander at that. You can either join my army or we kill you right now.

POLLY:

What the fuck is this, Tweak?

(TWEAKER picks up the file and opens it up. Inside is a document on BRECKIN)

TWEAKER:

What the...

NEESON:

Look familiar?

TWEAKER:

This is fuck who screwed me out of my transportation deal. 

NEESON:

He's also one of the numerous fucks responsible for killing my brother. 

(TWEAKER looks at NEESON and rips the file in half)

TWEAKER:

Where is he?

NEESON:

Ohio. 

TWEAKER:

Let's get going. 

 

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