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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4. The Show Must Go On...

INT - A HELPING HAND THEATRE

(TWEAKER and POLLY bring two canisters full of gas into the theatre. They pull the tops off of the jugs and start spraying the area in gasoline)

NEESON:

That's right. Cover this place in the devils bath water.

KAYLA:

You monster!

NEESON:

I've been called worse things. Now...

(NEESON takes out a cigarette and lights it up)

NEESON:

Anyone for a smoke?

(MARK jumps over a chair with his script and tries to bash NEESON in the head with it. NEESON kicks MARK in the stomach, sending him down to the ground)

LULA:

Thank you for being useless Mark.

(NEESON bends down and picks up the script)

NEESON:

Macbeth, eh? Hm. You know...I never liked Shakespeare.

(NEESON takes the cigarette out of his mouth and lights the script on fire)

NEESON:

And it would appear as though this little theatre will never get the chance to perform it.

(Winding up his pitching arm, the villain chucks the flaming script against the gasoline soaked wall. The left side of the theatre suddenly erupts into a wall of flames)

TWEAKER:

YES! Now that's what I'm fucking talking about.

POLLY:

Hell yeah, baby.

(The two start making out)

NEESON:

Okay. Now you two quit it. Help me take these two broads out to my car.

LULA:

What are you going to do to us!?

NEESON:

Whatever I feel like.

LULA:

Ooo.

NEESON:

...I didn't like that reaction. But come on Tweaker, Polly.

(The criminals pack up and leave the burning building. Fire spreads through out the small theatre as MARK finally wakes up)

MARK:

What...the...fuck? Holy Shit!

(MARK slowly starts to crawl for the lobby)

HUNG:

Mark! Help! You can't leave me!

MARK:

Hung? Hung, where are yah?

(MARK turns around to see HUNG on the floor with his mangled leg)

HUNG:

I can't move very far, Mark.

MARK:

I'm going to need some help moving you, pal.

SLACK:

Don't worry, fellas!

(The two look up to see SLACK, still alive)

HUNG:

Slack!

MARK:

You're alive!?

SLACK:

It's a miracle, right? Like, the bullet only grazed my head.

HUNG:

Well I didn't get that luck so please somebody help me!

(Parts of the roof start to collapse)

SLACK:

Oh shit. Yeah, we better help.

MARK:

I'll grab his left arm, you grab the other.

SLACK:

Right.

(The two pick up HUNG and slowly start to rag him out of the burning theatre)

SLACK:

We're almost out of here man!

HUNG:

I can see the light!

SLACK:

No, don't go towards the light!

MARK:

Slack, Hung is talking about the light outside the fucking lobby!

SLACK:

Oh. Then run towards the light as though you weren't shot!

(Suddenly, the trap door underneath HUNG collapses and he falls through)

MARK:

Hung!

HUNG:

I'm okay...but I'm stuck!

SLACK:

It's okay, man. I know how to get you out. We're just going to need a lot of butter.

MARK:

Dammit Slack we don't have much time!

HUNG:

Guys...just go one without me. Save yourselves.

SLACK:

Hung, no!

HUNG:

Find the bastards who did this. Make them pay. Rescue our friends.

(We hear sirens outside the theatre)

SLACK:

I'm not leaving without you!

HUNG:

GO!

MARK:

He wants us to go, Slack!

(MARK grabs SLACK and pulls him out through the lobby. The two fall out of the burning theatre onto the front pavement as a firetruck arrives. VAL quickly runs up to them)

VAL:

What the hell is going on!?

SLACK:

I can explain everything but first...we need to save Hung!

(The theatre explodes)

 

INT - HOSPITAL

(SLACK and MARK wait outside HUNG's room. A doctor exits)

SLACK:

How is it, Doc?

DOCTOR:

It isn't looking good, fellas. He suffered quite the backdraft. He's lucky he even survived this freak accident. Why the theatre even exploded in the first place...I'll never know.

(The DOCTOR walks away. VAL, SHAWN and INSPECTOR MARTINI enter the hall)

SHAWN:

There they are, Inspector.

MARTINI:

Slack and Mark Astrono?

SLACK:

Yes.

MARTINI:

My name is Inspector Orton Martini. I've been assigned to your case. Now please tell me everything-

SLACK:

We were attacked by Herbert Margino's brother and some drug dealer.

MARTINI:

Uh-huh. Well that was quite the sum up.

MARK:

It's true, Inspector. Margino kidnapped two of our friends and we think the druggie kidnapped our friend Breckin.

MARTINI:

Why do you think that?

SLACK:

Because the druggie was making out with a girl.

MARTINI:

....Right.

MARK:

The same girl Breckin went out to help moments earlier in a time of need.

MARTINI:

I seem. Can you describe this druggie?

SLACK:

Like he had red hair and was lanky with really fucked up teeth.

MARK:

Can't forget the neck tattoo that said "Tweaker."

MARTINI:

Interesting. It should be notified that your friend Breckin Lillard has also been on drugs?

VAL:

Well you see-

SLACK:

He's been clean for a while.

SHAWN:

He's a totally different story, Inspector.

MARTINI:

I see. Well, this is all I need. Thank you gentlemen.

VAL:

Wait. That's all, Inspector?

MARTINI:

Yes. Now if you excuse me, I'm off to do my job and make sure I do my duty as a cop. Good day.

(MARTINI exits)

SHAWN:

What the fuck did you two do!?

SLACK:

It wasn't our faults!

VAL:

The theatre is gone now, Slack. Not to mention Kayla and Lula are missing. Hung is in critical condition, Dick is dead, Breckin's vanished!

SHAWN:

And we don't even have a vase to pawn this time for security sake.

SLACK:

Wait! What if Mark and I somehow tracked down the people responsible for this shit and bring them to justice?

SHAWN:

Yeah, right. Like you can do that.

SLACK:

We totally can!

MARK:

I don't know Slack. Can we do that?

SLACK:

I think we can.

VAL:

How do you expect to do that?

SLACK:

With a little theatrical ingenuity, man. Have faith in me. After all...the show must go on!

MARK:

Yeah but Slack, how are we going to find out where these fuckers went? They could be anywhere.

SLACK:

You know how Trevor helped us find Breckin? I guess it's time to pay another member of the Armstrong family a visit to see if they can help us...

 

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