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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3. Things go south real fast

Ext - Grave Yard

(KAYLA places a couple of roses on a grave. It belongs to TREVOR. She wipes a tear from her cheek as SLACK walks over to her)

SLACK:

Kayla. What are you doing out here in the cold?

KAYLA:

Just paying my respects. 

(SLACK looks at the grave)

KAYLA:

Do you ever miss him, Slack?

SLACK:

I miss him every day of my life.The dude was my righteous brother. 

KAYLA:

He sure was special. A rarity among men. 

SLACK:

You can say that can again, dude. Now come on. Rehearsal is going to be starting soon and I need you inside. 

KAYLA:

Right. I'll be right in.

SLACK:

Hurry on up. 

(SLACK turns around and runs back to the building. KAYLA kisses her hand and presses her fingers against the headstone)

KAYLA:

Rest in peace, Trevor. 

 

INT - A HELPING HAND THEATRE

(The cast sits in their chairs as SLACK calms everyone down)

SLACK:

Welcome one and all to my shindig. I'm glad to have you under my wing as part of my cast. Now it's my turn to bring Shakespeare's words to life with your help!

LULA:

Just like old times eh, hubby bubbly? 

SLACK:

Lula. Please refrain from catcalling the director. Now listen up because here are your parts! Our Macbeth-

(The cast grumbles)

HUNG:

You said it, Slack! You just said the Scottish plays name. That's very bad luck. 

SLACK:

Hung, calm your spicy tuna down. Everything's going to be A-Okay. That's just an old theatre superstition. Now our Macbeth is going to be Mark Astrono. 

(The cast claps as MARK is handed a script)

MARK:

Thank you, Slack. 

SLACK:

No, thank you dude. Now our Lady Macbeth will be Kayla Jessup. Hecate, the queen of the witches, will of course be played by the actress who won't be needing any makeup: Lula Pond. Macduff is going to be performed by Breckin Lillard. Dick Porter-

DICK:

Yes, general!?

SLACK:

You dude, will be the porter. 

DICK:

Yes, general. I hear you loud and clear. The yellow man is on our heels! 

SLACK:

As long as the yellow man doesn't interfere with you memorizing your lines, you're the porter. Hung, you're-

(The front door is heard opening and in walks POLLY)

POLLY:

Excuse me. 

(Everyone looks up and takes notice of the stranger)

SLACK:

Why hello. 

POLLY:

I'm looking for a gas station. You see, my jeeps out front and I'm nearly on empty. 

MARK:

The closest one is on West Point, ma'am. 

POLLY:

Awe. You see fellas, I'm awfully horrible with directions. I was wondering if one of you big strong men could possibly show me the way there. 

BRECKIN:

I can!

SLACK:

Whoa, dude. We have a rehearsal to do now, man. 

BRECKIN:

It'll only take five minutes. The gas station is right down the street. 

POLLY:

You see? Right down the street!

SLACK:

Fine. But you better hurry. 

BRECKIN:

I sure will! Come on miss!

(BRECKIN takes POLLY by the hand and the two run outside)

SLACK:

That dog. Now come on everyone. Back to Macbeth. 

HUNG:

Slack!

SLACK:

Hung! There's no such thing as bad luck!

 

EXT - HELPING HAND THEATRE

(BRECKIN runs outside with POLLY)

BRECKIN:

Let me just hop inside my car and I'll show you the way to-

(BRECKIN is then walloped over the head with a baseball bat by TWEAKER)

TWEAKER:

Nice work, baby. 

POLLY:

Thanks, honey.

(BRECKIN rolls around onto his back and looks up at his attacker)

TWEAKER:

Remember me, motherfucker? Remember the shit you pulled? Now it's time to get even. 

(TWEAKER kicks BRECKIN in the head, knocking him out)

TWEAKER:

Put him in the jeep. We're taking him with us. 

(NEESON and his two thugs walk out from behind the building)

NEESON:

We're not through just yet. We need commit to what we came here for. 

TWEAKER:

Right. 

(TWEAKER holds up his bat. NEESON takes out a grenade and takes out the pin)

NEESON:

Batter up.

(NEESON throws the grenade to which TWEAKER clobbers it with the bat, sending it into the theatre)

 

INT - THEATRE

(The grenade shoots through the lobby and lands right at SLACK's feet)

LULA:

Slack, honey. What's that?

SLACK:

Huh? 

KAYLA:

Oh my God. 

SLACK:

Holy fuck...

DICK:

Grenade!

(DICK pushes SLACK out of the way and jumps onto the grenade. It explodes, blowing up DICK's torso)

HUNG:

Dick!

(The lobby opens up with NEESON and his men entering armed with machine guns)

NEESON:

Nobody fucking move!

MARK:

Who the fuck are you!?

(VOLT punches MARK across the jaw, laying him out)

NEESON:

Who the fuck am I? Who the fuck am I? Who the fuck do you think you fucks are, killing my brother and all.

KAYLA:

What?

SLACK:

No. You're...

NEESON:

Neeson Margino. Herbert Margino's younger fucking brother and boy am I pissed off at you theatre punks. 

(HUNG takes notice of POLLY)

HUNG:

Wait. Where's Breckin!? What did you guys do to Breckin!? 

TWEAKER:

Shut your trap, Short Round. He's doing just fine. 

(NEESON slowly makes his way over to SLACK)

NEESON:

You. I can just smell the murder coming off of yah. You're the man who put the bullet through my brothers head, aren't yeah? Go ahead. You can tell me. We're both men. 

SLACK:

Well dude, I um...

NEESON:

Volt.

(VOLT takes out a gun and shoots HUNG in the right kneecap)

HUNG:

Ahhh! 

NEESON:

I love torturing people with their kneecaps. They're always such a sensitive area. Now tell me the truth...were you the one who shot my brother?

(Pause)

 SLACK:

Fuck off, man. 

NEESON:

I was hoping you'd say that. 

(NEESON shoots SLACK in the head. SLACK falls back into the aisle of chairs)

KAYLA:

NO!

(VOLT grabs KAYLA by the hair while KIRK drags LULA away)

NEESON:

We'll take these two away as trophies. Come on. And while we're at it...let's finish my brothers work. Burn this motherfucker down. 

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