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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5. The Hunt Begins

INT - ARMSTRONG RESIDENCE

(MARK and SLACK sit in some comfy chairs as MRS. ARMSTRONG brings them some tea)

BELINDA:

I'm very sorry to hear about your predicament boys. 

SLACK:

Thanks, Mrs. Armstrong. 

BELINDA:

It's a real shitter, ain't it? But I'm a little confused fellas. What can I possibly do to help you?

MARK:

Well, according to Slack-

SLACK:

Trevor could help me in any situation. He had ties to tons of people. That's how I met Breckin. But now that Trevor is-

BELINDA:

No longer with us.

SLACK:

I was gonna say dead but sure. I was hoping you'd give us your blessing to go through his belongings to see if he left behind any possible ties. Ties to anyone who could help us catch the fuckers who did this to our theatre. 

(MRS. ARMSTRONG sips her tea slowly)

MARK:

I don't think she likes the idea, Slack. 

BELINDA:

You don't know a damn thing, Mark. Slack, you and Wrongy McGee follow me into the basement. 

 

INT - BASEMENT

(MRS. ARMSTRONG shows the two into her basement. Inside are large tubs filled with files and on the wall are some old automatic weapons)

SLACK:

Like, Jesus. 

BELINDA:

The guns belonged to my husband. You two are more than welcome to borrow them for your escapade. 

MARK:

What's in the tubs?

BELINDA:

All of Trevor's files. Everyone he kept knew, kept in touch with, and spoke about...all right here in these tubs. 

SLACK:

Thank you, Mrs. Armstrong. 

BELINDA:

No, Slack. No need for thank you's. This man is related too the son of a bitch who killed my son. I want you to make sure he's dead by the end of next week. Got it?

SLACK:

Got it, man. 

BELINDA:

Good. If you need me, I'll be upstairs watching my soaps. 

(She exits)

SLACK:

Alright, Mark. Let's get to work!

MARK:

I don't know, Slack. It's going to take forever to sort through all these files until we find who you're even looking for. Besides...who are we even looking for in the first place!?

(SLACK pulls out a file)

SLACK:

Aha! 

MARK:

Of course. 

SLACK:

Tony " The Glitch" Spinoza. He can get the dish out on anyone like that This file has his address and everything. Grab the guns, we're leaving. 

MARK:

Sure we are. 

(MARK grabs the automatics)

 

INT - INSPECTOR's OFFICE

(MARTINI is on the phone)

MARTINI:

Yeah, I talked to them. Well apparently a couple of them made it out alive. 

NEESON:

What!? How the fuck could that have happened?

MARTINI:

No worry, Mr. Margino. You paid me to make sure no cop would find you and throw you behind bars. That's what i'm going to do. Before you know it, you'll be back outside of the country safe and sound. 

NEESON:

You better make sure of it, Martini! 

(NEESON slams his phone down)

 

INT - GLITCHES COMPUTER ROOM

GLITCH:

Tell me again why I should help you two?

SLACK:

Because it's for the greater good. 

MARK:

And you'll be saving a lot of lives. 

GLITCH:

But what's in it for me?

SLACK:

Like um...free year year round season tickets at A Helping Hand Theatre?

MARK:

When it's rebuilt of course. 

(GLITCH stares back at them for a moment)

GLITCH:

Will the season include a musical?

SLACK:

Why yes!

MARK:

With nuns!

GLITCH:

Fine. You got a deal. I have a passion for the art so you're lucky. 

(GLITCH spins around in his chair and starts typing away at his computer)

GLITCH:

Now the druggie you described to me-

MARK:

Yeah?

GLITCH:

The profile that comes up is under a James King, also known as Tweaker. Huge drug dealer outside of Memphis. 

SLACK:

Must have been recruited by-

GLITCH:

Neeson Margino: The younger and angrier brother of Herbert Margino. He takes prisoners quite often but very rarely do they survive. 

SLACK:

Fuck. How long of a window do we have to save our friends?

GLITCH:

According to the computer...three days. After that, they're dead.

MARK:

Shit. 

SLACK:

Where would be a good starting point to find these two fucks?

GLITCH:

According to the computer, Tweaker usually dismantles the relics of his enemies old hideouts when getting revenge on them. 

MARK:

So that would mean...

SLACK:

Come on, dude. We need to get to Breckin's old warehouse. Thanks Glitch!

(MARK and SLACK quickly exit)

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