Post by thepredator on Jul 23, 2007 9:01:39 GMT -6
The Following is a Predator Production.
*Filmed shortly after POW:NE The Road to Ocean City Slam went off the air
*Filmed shortly after POW:NE The Road to Ocean City Slam went off the air
Sunday, July 22. 2135 hours.
Michael’s 8th Avenue Ballroom
The scene opens in the car park. The car park is relatively empty. There are only about 9 cars left. A black limousine is pulled up. David Hunter comes out of the door with his mobile phone to his ear.
Dave: …the f**ker drove off, Shane. What the hell am I supposed to do?
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Don’t try pinning the blame on me. Where the hell are you, huh? England. Fat lot of help you are.
From the door of the arena comes a shout. It’s POW:NE Play by Play man, Randy Gordon.
Randy: Dave! Josh and I didn’t get cards for the DVD Taping. Any chance?
Dave takes two pieces of paper out of his suit’s inside pocket and walks over to Randy Gordon and hands them to him without saying anything.
Randy: Thanks Dave.
Dave: …I know Shane. I’m just pissed off.
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I dunno where he will have taken him, Shane. He’s a f**king headcase.
Dave gets into the car. He lights a cigarette and winds the window down.
Dave: I’ve tried calling him three times…no answer…
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I’ll try him again. I’ll call you later.
Dave hangs up and takes a few drags of his cigarette before picking up his phone and dialling
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Dave: For f**k sake!
Dave throws his mobile across the limousine. He takes another few drags of his cigarette and opens a bottle of whisky which is next to him in a chiller. He pours a large measurement into a small glass and takes a large sip. His phone starts to ring.
Dave: What? …Cormac you bastard! Where the f**k are you!?!
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Don’t give me any of that shit, you irish prick! Where’s my Dad?
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You f**ker! You aren’t keeping him for a week. You’ll starve him.
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I’m not convinced, Cormac. You’re a lying, sick bastard!
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You know what, I’m going to f**king strangle you when I get my hands on you, you piece of shit! You better come to Ocean City next week prepared, and with my father! I swear to god that you better dress like Russell Crowe in Gladiator ‘cause I’m gonna f**king rip you to pieces! You’re a coward, Cormac. A f**ki...the bastards hung up on me…f**king hell!!!
Dave throws his mobile across the limo again. He takes a few drags of his cigarette and the scene fades.
Monday, July 23. 0900 hours
Citizen Apartments, Room 636.
The scene re-opens in Dave’s apartment. He is pacing up and down the kitchen. He;s only wearing a pair of cobalt blue soccer shorts with an Everton FC crest on them. His girlfriend, Beth comes out of the bathroom drying her hands on a towel, looking surprisingly calm.
Beth: There’s nothing you can do, Dave. He’s playing head games with you, hon’. It will be okay!
Dave: Oh yeah. The tw*t has kidnapped my father. How the f**k will it be alright, Beth?
Dave picks up a vase containing flowers and throws it across the apartment. It hits the wall and smashes on the floor.
Beth: Calm Down! For Christ’s sake, Dave. He’s trying to freak you out, Dave and it’s working. He’s messing with your head. He wants you to be like this; unsettled before your match!
Dave: Unsettled? He wants me to be unsettled? He wants me to be concentrating on Tony and not the match. He truly is f**ked up if he thinks that, Beth. He doesn’t realise that this only makes it worse. He’s f**ked with us too much now! First he smashes a glass over his head, spits in his face and now he’s f**king kidnapped him! He doesn’t realise that I’m only gonna go into Sunday’s match angrier than I already am.
Dave starts getting dressed as he continues to talk. He pulls on a slightly creased shirt and a pair of black trousers.
Dave: If I don’t find him before, Beth, I’m gonna destroy him on Sunday
Beth: Dave, I’m already confident of that!
Dave’s mobile starts to ring.
Dave: If this is f**king Cormac, again…CORMAC! You better…Oh, yeah I was expecting you to call…
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Optimum Hotel?
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Downtown?
Dave takes down some notes on the back of an envelope on the worktop.
Dave: Room 718?
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Okay, Ci. Optimum Hotel? About twenty minutes away? I’ll be there in ten.
Dave hangs up the phone and walks to the door and opens it.
Beth: Dave! Where are you going?
Dave takes out his phone and dials another number before shutting the door behind him.
Beth: DAVE!
Scene fades and re-opens outside a huge hotel. At the top of the building, on a massive white plaque reads “OPTIMUM HOTEL” in large blue letters. The scene re-opens in a hotel room.
Monday, July 23. 0916 hours
Optimum Hotel, Room 718.
Dave is stood in the doorway. Sat in a chair at a desk is Big Ci.
Big Ci: Drink?
Dave: Ci, I haven’t got time for drinks.
Big Ci: Fair play. I spoke to Steve Morgan this morning.
Dave: Who?
Big Ci: Steve Morgan. Small bloke. Black hair. Small goatee.
Dave: Believe it or not, Ci, I haven’t got time for a little game of “Guess Who” either. Steve Morgan? What does that mean to me?
Big Ci: He works for POW. He’s in the offices. He spoke to Cormac this morning. He’s given his word to the guys that he isn’t going to harm him. He said that he’s gonna save all of his energy for Ocean City Slam in his match against you. He’s gonna bring Tony to the show on Sunday, in good condition. Steve said not to worry.
Dave: So this Morgan guy. Does he know where Tony is?
Big Ci: No but…
Dave: I better go and carry on looking for him then…
Dave turns around to leave
Big Ci: No!
Ci stands up and grabs Dave’s arm.
Big Ci: All you need to know, Dave is that Tony’s save. Don’t worry. Just concentrate on your match!
Dave turns around and looks at Ci. He hesitates before speaking.
Dave: Okay
Big Ci: So, you’re not gonna go looking for him
Dave: No. I’ll go back to the apartment, pick up some things and head over to the house and do a couple hours of working out.
Ci lets go of Dave’s arm
Big Ci: Good Man. I’ll call you if there’s anything else.
Dave turns around and leaves the room. The scene fades and re-opens in the car park. Dave gets into his Blue BMW and drives off
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