Post by Red Bull Icon on Jul 25, 2009 22:15:35 GMT -5
-20:00 GMT Last Saturday-
(Our scene opens in the same dusty asphalt parking lot it’s opened in before. The same GIW equipment trucks stand at attention at the loading bays, the various late model cars of regular non-contract employees dot the vast blacktop desert, and the first few limousines, Hummers, and sports cars begin taking their place in reserved oases near the front. The camera seeing it all before quickly begins making its way to the backdoor hoping for that last minute glimpse of a superstar before air time.
To our surprise Quinn is the only image we see at the door. We met her a couple of weeks ago at the gym while Chris Austin, BoolZ, and Conni took in one of their daily workouts. BoolZ has not revisited that gym. We saw her again last week again as the three enjoyed a run this time in the fresh air of a high school track. She kept her distance while wearing the same blue and black kick pads of BoolZ as she has on now.
After a few moments of her relentless knocking on the steel door it pushes outward and open almost catching her off guard. A large man, Hispanic by birth, pitch black hair tied back in a tight ponytail and matching goatee steps from the frame and looks her over. Without a word he flips through a clipboard in his left hand, checks his watch, takes a pen from the pocket of his yellow ‘Staff’ shirt, and scribbles something on the paper.)
??; “Can I help you, ma’am?”
Quinn; “Yeah, first you can tell me your name. Then you can let me see my boyfriend Randy. Then you can pack you crap up because when I tell him how long it took for you to let me in he’s going to have you fired!”
??; “You can call me Leo. So you’re that girl BoolZ’s been tellin’ us about, huh? What’s your name again?”
Quinn; “Quinn, and you might as well add Boolzian to the end of it because he’s madly in love with me. I wouldn’t be surprised if he just kicked your ass, and then had you fired he loves me so much he does!”
(Checking over the papers again Leo again scribbles something down before responding.)
Leo; “Quinn… Boolzian. Nope not here. Do you have your pass?”
(Checking the pockets of her tight white denim shorts first, and then her purse.)
Quinn; “Of course I have my pass you idiot. It’s right, uhm, it’s right, mother fucker I left it in my other purse. Just call Randy, and he’ll let me in.”
{She really believed she had that backstage pass.}
Leo; “I can’t call BoolZ. Why don’t you call BoolZ?”
Quinn; “Because I can’t, stupid. He messed up, and took both our phones!”
{She’d been dialing random numbers for two weeks trying to guess RBI’s real number after the one he gave her rang to a Spanky’s Pizza.}
(With a smirk on his face he looks her over again. This time paying attention to the vintage Sean Jensen ‘Are You a Fan’ t-shirt she filled out rather nicely.)
Leo; “Listen, you’re not on my list, you don’t have pass, we can’t call BoolZ, and Bling’d have my sack on a wall if I let another piece of ass in here after what’s been happening to Austin. You aint gettin’ hunny.”
(With that Leo slams the door shut leaving Quinn in shock. She huffs, stomps her foot causing the kick pad to slide down her slender calf, and turns around her face matching the shade of orange the late summers Los Angeles sun shines.
She storms from the door blinded by rage and doesn’t see the tail end of an older almost classic Cadillac. No sooner than she bumps into the bumper does the back passenger side door swing open, a cloud no smaller than what would fill a weather balloon of white smoke escapes, and Travis Roberts emerges. He’s dawned in his trade mark blue jeans, Monster Magnet concert t-shirt, vintage leather jacket, and aviator sun glasses. He also doesn’t notice the women at all. Not until eD on legs made of seemingly silly string runs to her side.)
eD; “Oh no this is the last thing I need. I’m still working my community service, that penguin I’m sure is angling for my job, and now I’m in a wreck. I’m sure I’ve got a contact high too! OH, they’re going to send me back to the ‘street’ for sure! Are you alright, miss?”
Travis Roberts; “For the last time fur ball, your constant whining and warnings are driving ‘The Headliner’ mad. Your constant invading of ‘The Blessed Ones’ ears with this ridiculous notion that Declan will turn on ‘The TWiSTeD Commander’ are incessant. You have had the pleasure of watching ‘The TWiSTeD Icon’ make history once, and you’re fortunate enough to watch as ‘The Blessed One’ does it again. There isn’t a person alive that can stop the Revolution, and ‘The TWiSTeD Guerilla’ doesn’t worry about Declan because there is no need. Now for the last time, do not doubt ‘The Blessed Ones’ actions again.”
(eD and Quinn both look at the gangly hippy in awe as Travis finally notices the third person on scene.)
Travis Roberts; “Sorry toots, ‘The Headliner’ will not sign the tits of a women supporting that monkey.”
(With that Roberts begins making his way to the door, and is pleasantly greeted by Leo. Quinn looks down at eD who can only muster to shake his head.)
{There’s her way in, finally they’ll be together again.}
Quinn; “Uhm, hey Fur Ball was it? Listen, uhm, I accidently left my backstage pass at home, and this stupid faced son of a bitch won’t let me inside. Uhm, do you think…”
(eD noticing Roberts characteristically not holding the door for eD, he takes off racing to get in before the doors close, and just barely makes it with the help of Leo.)
{No simple door can keep her from her one true love.}
Quinn; “Yeah well you probably got a little dick anyway! Fuckin’ Muppet.”
-21:40 GMT Last Saturday-
(We reopen still outside the GIW Arena, but this time the front entrance. Throngs of people line the stairway to the big glass doors as security checks tickets and examines belongings looking for laser pens and glass bottles. Children with their parents run unchecked with their signs, toy championship belts, and Captain Savior masks. The overall feeling is one of eager anticipation of what wonders the people will behold at the show the likes of which can only be seen at the GIW.
We take in the full scope of the seemingly controlled pandemonium until down on the sidewalk we catch Quinn frantically searching the crowd for something under the electronic billboard reading ‘Sold Out’. She can’t help herself, and has to run her shaking hands through her shiny blonde hair. Her bright blue eyes bulging as they dart at each movement around her.)
{He’ll never forgive her if she’s not there to watch.}
(A glimmer of pensive hope sparkles in her gecko eyes as she sees a man dressed in three sizes to big blue jeans, a Los Angeles Lakers basketball home jersey, and standing outside the line looking for someone. We watch as while holding a stack of tickets he briefly says something to one of the show goers, but they keep walking. Another man walks up to him, they exchange a brief conversation, and then cash for a couple of tickets.
We can almost hear her heart jump as she can barely control her legs with all the excitement. Her stride awkward and hitched, but it doesn’t stop her as she races to her hero. Her words high pitched and anxious.)
Quinn; “Uhm do you have tickets to tonight’s show? I need a ticket!”
(The scalper lookers her over briefly focusing on her 34DD’s, and puzzled by her kick pads.)
Scalper; “You need a ticket? Yeah I got ringside, I got skybox, and got entrance aisle, I got plaza which is the second tier and you’ll be able to see everything! Baby, I got tickets, I got floor passes, I got backstage passes, and I tell ya what. If you’re real nice I’ll even tell ya what locker room Chris Austin is in.”
(Relieved, the calm that fades in over her tone is almost unsettling.)
Quinn; “Finally, someone helpful. Yeah give me a backstage pass, and ringside! Yay!”
Scalper; “Whoa, whoa, give you? Ringside and backstage, give me 200 bucks.”
(Quinn checks her purse ignoring the wallet on top, and instead digs to the bottom occasionally looking back at the scalper.)
Quinn; “Oh poop I think I left my wallet at home.”
{She’d been living off her credit cards since she was fired a month and a half ago.}
Quinn; “Uhm, are you sure you can’t just give me the tickets? Please?”
(She bats her stunning blue eyes at the man who is not impressed.)
Scalper; “Am I sure? Yeah I’m sure. You got no money you gets no ticket you broke ass bitch. Wasting my time like that, go on get outta here.”
(As the scalper turns to look for his next costumer, she reaches out with jittery hands, and grabs him by the arm.)
{You gotta play the cards god deals ya.}
Quinn; “Wait, wait, please I need into that building. I know I don’t have any cash, but I wouldn’t say I’m completely without assets. Do you have a car?”
(Biting her bottom lip after a brief kiss to the air she lets the guys look her over. Again he focuses on her ample chest, licks his lip, and raises a brow.)
Scalper; “Yeah, well, I guess we can maybe work something out.”
-22:50 GMT Last Saturday-
(We come back, we think. The screen is black, empty, and silent. The air still and cool. The faint sounds of hushed breathing the only indication of time passing. We’re not sure of how much time goes by, but eventually a sliver lights crawls across the room, we see a silhouette on a man race, and the sound of a door slamming shut echoes in what is now a tiny room. Footsteps walking in front of us pass quickly as another smaller shard of light escapes from what can only be a small refrigerator. The man places what we catch as a case of Red Bull on the top shelf, and then makes his way to another room. The flick of a switch, the flood of light pouring from the bathroom, and the sound of a shower being drawn all explode into the moment.
The breathing now hurried and nervous moves to the light as the shower curtain is pulled shut. In the light before the bathroom we now see Quinn standing with her finger on her lips. She flicks another switch and the room dazzles with light. She looks back to the direction of the refrigerator, begins pulling her shirt off, and walks into the bathroom. Then the shower curtain screams as it’s pulled back, and the scene is fully alive.)
??; “Haha, shower shorts! I will not be taken advantage of tonight honey! Wait, yeah I knew you were checking out the King of the Karma Sutra.”
Quinn; “You’re not Randy! Where is Randy! What have you done with Randy!”
??; “Oh shit!”
{This is the right room, why is it all wrong?}
(The water stops suddenly as the dressing room door begins to creep open again. We see BoolZ twirling a pair of pink leopard print panties on his finger, Chris Austin darts from the bathroom pulling on his pants, and races past the Red Bull Icon.)
Austin; “…And I fully stocked your fridge with Red Bull, so we’re even! See you in Canada!”
(BoolZ looks down the hallway as Austin runs off before turning his attention to Conni who struggles not to give chase. Still standing in the doorway.)
BoolZ; “Well that was strange. Why was Chris in our dressing room, Conni?”
(Conni looks up with blissful ignorance as BoolZ now turns to enter his dressing room. As he shuts the door behind Conni Quinn wearing her t-shirt walks from the bathroom. She sees BoolZ, he sees her, he tenses up as the familiar hitch in his step he gets every time he recognizes his past or runs from his future become obvious, and she lunges wrapping her arms around RBI.)
Quinn; “Oh I found you! Finally, don’t ever leave me like that again! Oh a present, for me?”
(She reaches up trying to take the panties from his hand. He positions them out of her reach.)
BoolZ; “Quinn what in the hell are you doing here? How did you get back here?”
Quinn; “Baby let me try on my present, and then maybe I’ve got a gift for you.”
(Still reaching for her ‘gift’ BoolZ pulls himself from her grip, and steps around Quinn walking to his backpack seated on the couch.)
BoolZ; “Yeah, I’m really not the gift giving type Quinn. Besides why are you…”
Quinn; “Wait they’re not a present? Then whose are they!?! Some whore mother of your next abortion! Tell me her name and I’ll eat her alive!”
{He’s hers, and no one will make that mistake again.}
BoolZ; “What?”
(As he picks up his bag and starts to the door with Conni in tow.)
Quinn; “Wow, what was that, huh? It’s just that I love you so much Randy sometimes it hurts. It’s like I want to give you everything that I am, and sometimes it feels like I am the only one working at this relationship. And I know who has your phone, it’s some little punk named Spanky.”
(Pushing his way past her and to the door.)
{Oh yeah she loves it rough.}
BoolZ; “What? Relationship? Quinn you were a good time, that’s it.”
(Shocked she watches as he slams the door shut. Her eyes narrow as they begin to swell with tears. Then just as the flood is about to pour from her tear ducks the door flings open again, BoolZ marches in eyeing the invader the whole time, proceeds to the refrigerator, removes the fresh case of Red Bull, and storms out without saying a word.)
{He wouldn’t have come back if he didn’t love her too.}
(A small smile appears on Quinn’s full lips.)
Quinn; “He’s just confused. It’s ok, I’ll show him it’s ok to love me.”
-19:12 GMT Wednesday-
(We’re in a quite suburban neighborhood outside of San Diego California. The on shore breeze cools as children finish the day’s games before being called in for dinner. The sun nearing bedtime hangs low in the sky causing the shadows cast by the trees that line the street to grow and cover all. Alone a single man waters his perfect lawn by hand, and he pays no attention to the Lexus with a shattered driver’s side taillight. He does see Quinn stepping from the automobile though, her fitness enthusiast buttocks anyway.
She’s carrying a stack of coffee stained papers in one hand, and a large heavy looking purse in the other. She stands in front of a modest looking two story home looking up and down the street. Quietly she walks to the front door, checks her huge hand bag, then under the welcome mat, and finally just tries the door without a key. It’s locked.)
-19:14 GMT Wednesday-
(We’re somewhere in the Pacific North West at a Wal-Mart parking lot. Instantly our eyes lock on to the ‘U-Suk’ Mobile parked across three stalls towards the back. The rolling cargo door open, Conni laying on the blacktop watching the cars drive by, and inside we find BoolZ amongst his plunder. He sits one of many steel chairs with a pile of women’s underwear on one side, a large cardboard box in front of him, and a box of Zip-Loc storage bags on the other side.)
BoolZ; “Yeah it’s actually been a pretty good week so far. In fact if I didn’t have to deal with lunatics and psychos this would probably be a really good week.”
-19:20 GMT Wednesday-
(We return to San Diego, we return to the quite community, we return to Quinn now in the backyard.)
Quinn; “I can’t believe I lost the key he gave me.”
{It took her the better park of four days scouring the internet searching for anything that might lead to an address.}
(Pulling a rust colored brick from her purse the sliding glass door shatters from the throw. Stepping over the pieces of glass, with her still kick pad covered feet, Quinn enters a large room filled with mostly exercise equipment. She looks around spotting a full sized glass front refrigerator stuffed with Red Bull. As her face explodes with a huge grin she continues to survey the surroundings reading a mural on the wall a directly across the elliptical cross trainer.)
”People like you can’t make it in a business dominated by people like me.”
~ Vic Slater
(She runs her hand over the quote, and we see her chipped nail polish and the dumbbell shaped hole left in the wall towards the middle of the line. She turns silent and leaves the room taking the five or six steps up to the main floor. She takes her time paying close attention to the pictures on the wall of the staircase as she does. She stops at each of the three, the first being of BoolZ’s mother and her female companion Tina both on either side of RBI.)
Quinn; “Well who the hell are these bitches, and why are they hanging on my man?”
(She takes the picture off the wall simply tossing it behind her. She takes another step up, and stops at the picture of BoolZ standing with his father and his fathers husband Gary. A confused look greets the family portrait, and then another haphazard toss behind her. The last picture is maybe the worse for her see. It depicts BoolZ in his younger days leaping from a couch with a newly snagged set of car keys in his hand, his best friend Ashton McCourt gives chase, and Maddy lovingly looking on at the two men holding her heart.
Slowly with a smile she takes down the picture, smashes against the wall to break the glass, removes the print, and rips out the part with Maddy. She folds it, places it in her pocket, and continues past the last step into the kitchen.
Standing on the tile floor we’re taken back by the meticulous placement of everything from the toaster to the oven mitts. Everything has a place. She opens the refrigerator door to only find a case of Red Bull. Taking one out she turns to continue her inspection.)
Quinn; “I’m home.”
(The scene fades out as she pops open the can on her way to the second story stair case.)
(Our scene opens in the same dusty asphalt parking lot it’s opened in before. The same GIW equipment trucks stand at attention at the loading bays, the various late model cars of regular non-contract employees dot the vast blacktop desert, and the first few limousines, Hummers, and sports cars begin taking their place in reserved oases near the front. The camera seeing it all before quickly begins making its way to the backdoor hoping for that last minute glimpse of a superstar before air time.
To our surprise Quinn is the only image we see at the door. We met her a couple of weeks ago at the gym while Chris Austin, BoolZ, and Conni took in one of their daily workouts. BoolZ has not revisited that gym. We saw her again last week again as the three enjoyed a run this time in the fresh air of a high school track. She kept her distance while wearing the same blue and black kick pads of BoolZ as she has on now.
After a few moments of her relentless knocking on the steel door it pushes outward and open almost catching her off guard. A large man, Hispanic by birth, pitch black hair tied back in a tight ponytail and matching goatee steps from the frame and looks her over. Without a word he flips through a clipboard in his left hand, checks his watch, takes a pen from the pocket of his yellow ‘Staff’ shirt, and scribbles something on the paper.)
??; “Can I help you, ma’am?”
Quinn; “Yeah, first you can tell me your name. Then you can let me see my boyfriend Randy. Then you can pack you crap up because when I tell him how long it took for you to let me in he’s going to have you fired!”
??; “You can call me Leo. So you’re that girl BoolZ’s been tellin’ us about, huh? What’s your name again?”
Quinn; “Quinn, and you might as well add Boolzian to the end of it because he’s madly in love with me. I wouldn’t be surprised if he just kicked your ass, and then had you fired he loves me so much he does!”
(Checking over the papers again Leo again scribbles something down before responding.)
Leo; “Quinn… Boolzian. Nope not here. Do you have your pass?”
(Checking the pockets of her tight white denim shorts first, and then her purse.)
Quinn; “Of course I have my pass you idiot. It’s right, uhm, it’s right, mother fucker I left it in my other purse. Just call Randy, and he’ll let me in.”
{She really believed she had that backstage pass.}
Leo; “I can’t call BoolZ. Why don’t you call BoolZ?”
Quinn; “Because I can’t, stupid. He messed up, and took both our phones!”
{She’d been dialing random numbers for two weeks trying to guess RBI’s real number after the one he gave her rang to a Spanky’s Pizza.}
(With a smirk on his face he looks her over again. This time paying attention to the vintage Sean Jensen ‘Are You a Fan’ t-shirt she filled out rather nicely.)
Leo; “Listen, you’re not on my list, you don’t have pass, we can’t call BoolZ, and Bling’d have my sack on a wall if I let another piece of ass in here after what’s been happening to Austin. You aint gettin’ hunny.”
(With that Leo slams the door shut leaving Quinn in shock. She huffs, stomps her foot causing the kick pad to slide down her slender calf, and turns around her face matching the shade of orange the late summers Los Angeles sun shines.
She storms from the door blinded by rage and doesn’t see the tail end of an older almost classic Cadillac. No sooner than she bumps into the bumper does the back passenger side door swing open, a cloud no smaller than what would fill a weather balloon of white smoke escapes, and Travis Roberts emerges. He’s dawned in his trade mark blue jeans, Monster Magnet concert t-shirt, vintage leather jacket, and aviator sun glasses. He also doesn’t notice the women at all. Not until eD on legs made of seemingly silly string runs to her side.)
eD; “Oh no this is the last thing I need. I’m still working my community service, that penguin I’m sure is angling for my job, and now I’m in a wreck. I’m sure I’ve got a contact high too! OH, they’re going to send me back to the ‘street’ for sure! Are you alright, miss?”
Travis Roberts; “For the last time fur ball, your constant whining and warnings are driving ‘The Headliner’ mad. Your constant invading of ‘The Blessed Ones’ ears with this ridiculous notion that Declan will turn on ‘The TWiSTeD Commander’ are incessant. You have had the pleasure of watching ‘The TWiSTeD Icon’ make history once, and you’re fortunate enough to watch as ‘The Blessed One’ does it again. There isn’t a person alive that can stop the Revolution, and ‘The TWiSTeD Guerilla’ doesn’t worry about Declan because there is no need. Now for the last time, do not doubt ‘The Blessed Ones’ actions again.”
(eD and Quinn both look at the gangly hippy in awe as Travis finally notices the third person on scene.)
Travis Roberts; “Sorry toots, ‘The Headliner’ will not sign the tits of a women supporting that monkey.”
(With that Roberts begins making his way to the door, and is pleasantly greeted by Leo. Quinn looks down at eD who can only muster to shake his head.)
{There’s her way in, finally they’ll be together again.}
Quinn; “Uhm, hey Fur Ball was it? Listen, uhm, I accidently left my backstage pass at home, and this stupid faced son of a bitch won’t let me inside. Uhm, do you think…”
(eD noticing Roberts characteristically not holding the door for eD, he takes off racing to get in before the doors close, and just barely makes it with the help of Leo.)
{No simple door can keep her from her one true love.}
Quinn; “Yeah well you probably got a little dick anyway! Fuckin’ Muppet.”
-21:40 GMT Last Saturday-
(We reopen still outside the GIW Arena, but this time the front entrance. Throngs of people line the stairway to the big glass doors as security checks tickets and examines belongings looking for laser pens and glass bottles. Children with their parents run unchecked with their signs, toy championship belts, and Captain Savior masks. The overall feeling is one of eager anticipation of what wonders the people will behold at the show the likes of which can only be seen at the GIW.
We take in the full scope of the seemingly controlled pandemonium until down on the sidewalk we catch Quinn frantically searching the crowd for something under the electronic billboard reading ‘Sold Out’. She can’t help herself, and has to run her shaking hands through her shiny blonde hair. Her bright blue eyes bulging as they dart at each movement around her.)
{He’ll never forgive her if she’s not there to watch.}
(A glimmer of pensive hope sparkles in her gecko eyes as she sees a man dressed in three sizes to big blue jeans, a Los Angeles Lakers basketball home jersey, and standing outside the line looking for someone. We watch as while holding a stack of tickets he briefly says something to one of the show goers, but they keep walking. Another man walks up to him, they exchange a brief conversation, and then cash for a couple of tickets.
We can almost hear her heart jump as she can barely control her legs with all the excitement. Her stride awkward and hitched, but it doesn’t stop her as she races to her hero. Her words high pitched and anxious.)
Quinn; “Uhm do you have tickets to tonight’s show? I need a ticket!”
(The scalper lookers her over briefly focusing on her 34DD’s, and puzzled by her kick pads.)
Scalper; “You need a ticket? Yeah I got ringside, I got skybox, and got entrance aisle, I got plaza which is the second tier and you’ll be able to see everything! Baby, I got tickets, I got floor passes, I got backstage passes, and I tell ya what. If you’re real nice I’ll even tell ya what locker room Chris Austin is in.”
(Relieved, the calm that fades in over her tone is almost unsettling.)
Quinn; “Finally, someone helpful. Yeah give me a backstage pass, and ringside! Yay!”
Scalper; “Whoa, whoa, give you? Ringside and backstage, give me 200 bucks.”
(Quinn checks her purse ignoring the wallet on top, and instead digs to the bottom occasionally looking back at the scalper.)
Quinn; “Oh poop I think I left my wallet at home.”
{She’d been living off her credit cards since she was fired a month and a half ago.}
Quinn; “Uhm, are you sure you can’t just give me the tickets? Please?”
(She bats her stunning blue eyes at the man who is not impressed.)
Scalper; “Am I sure? Yeah I’m sure. You got no money you gets no ticket you broke ass bitch. Wasting my time like that, go on get outta here.”
(As the scalper turns to look for his next costumer, she reaches out with jittery hands, and grabs him by the arm.)
{You gotta play the cards god deals ya.}
Quinn; “Wait, wait, please I need into that building. I know I don’t have any cash, but I wouldn’t say I’m completely without assets. Do you have a car?”
(Biting her bottom lip after a brief kiss to the air she lets the guys look her over. Again he focuses on her ample chest, licks his lip, and raises a brow.)
Scalper; “Yeah, well, I guess we can maybe work something out.”
-22:50 GMT Last Saturday-
(We come back, we think. The screen is black, empty, and silent. The air still and cool. The faint sounds of hushed breathing the only indication of time passing. We’re not sure of how much time goes by, but eventually a sliver lights crawls across the room, we see a silhouette on a man race, and the sound of a door slamming shut echoes in what is now a tiny room. Footsteps walking in front of us pass quickly as another smaller shard of light escapes from what can only be a small refrigerator. The man places what we catch as a case of Red Bull on the top shelf, and then makes his way to another room. The flick of a switch, the flood of light pouring from the bathroom, and the sound of a shower being drawn all explode into the moment.
The breathing now hurried and nervous moves to the light as the shower curtain is pulled shut. In the light before the bathroom we now see Quinn standing with her finger on her lips. She flicks another switch and the room dazzles with light. She looks back to the direction of the refrigerator, begins pulling her shirt off, and walks into the bathroom. Then the shower curtain screams as it’s pulled back, and the scene is fully alive.)
??; “Haha, shower shorts! I will not be taken advantage of tonight honey! Wait, yeah I knew you were checking out the King of the Karma Sutra.”
Quinn; “You’re not Randy! Where is Randy! What have you done with Randy!”
??; “Oh shit!”
{This is the right room, why is it all wrong?}
(The water stops suddenly as the dressing room door begins to creep open again. We see BoolZ twirling a pair of pink leopard print panties on his finger, Chris Austin darts from the bathroom pulling on his pants, and races past the Red Bull Icon.)
Austin; “…And I fully stocked your fridge with Red Bull, so we’re even! See you in Canada!”
(BoolZ looks down the hallway as Austin runs off before turning his attention to Conni who struggles not to give chase. Still standing in the doorway.)
BoolZ; “Well that was strange. Why was Chris in our dressing room, Conni?”
(Conni looks up with blissful ignorance as BoolZ now turns to enter his dressing room. As he shuts the door behind Conni Quinn wearing her t-shirt walks from the bathroom. She sees BoolZ, he sees her, he tenses up as the familiar hitch in his step he gets every time he recognizes his past or runs from his future become obvious, and she lunges wrapping her arms around RBI.)
Quinn; “Oh I found you! Finally, don’t ever leave me like that again! Oh a present, for me?”
(She reaches up trying to take the panties from his hand. He positions them out of her reach.)
BoolZ; “Quinn what in the hell are you doing here? How did you get back here?”
Quinn; “Baby let me try on my present, and then maybe I’ve got a gift for you.”
(Still reaching for her ‘gift’ BoolZ pulls himself from her grip, and steps around Quinn walking to his backpack seated on the couch.)
BoolZ; “Yeah, I’m really not the gift giving type Quinn. Besides why are you…”
Quinn; “Wait they’re not a present? Then whose are they!?! Some whore mother of your next abortion! Tell me her name and I’ll eat her alive!”
{He’s hers, and no one will make that mistake again.}
BoolZ; “What?”
(As he picks up his bag and starts to the door with Conni in tow.)
Quinn; “Wow, what was that, huh? It’s just that I love you so much Randy sometimes it hurts. It’s like I want to give you everything that I am, and sometimes it feels like I am the only one working at this relationship. And I know who has your phone, it’s some little punk named Spanky.”
(Pushing his way past her and to the door.)
{Oh yeah she loves it rough.}
BoolZ; “What? Relationship? Quinn you were a good time, that’s it.”
(Shocked she watches as he slams the door shut. Her eyes narrow as they begin to swell with tears. Then just as the flood is about to pour from her tear ducks the door flings open again, BoolZ marches in eyeing the invader the whole time, proceeds to the refrigerator, removes the fresh case of Red Bull, and storms out without saying a word.)
{He wouldn’t have come back if he didn’t love her too.}
(A small smile appears on Quinn’s full lips.)
Quinn; “He’s just confused. It’s ok, I’ll show him it’s ok to love me.”
-19:12 GMT Wednesday-
(We’re in a quite suburban neighborhood outside of San Diego California. The on shore breeze cools as children finish the day’s games before being called in for dinner. The sun nearing bedtime hangs low in the sky causing the shadows cast by the trees that line the street to grow and cover all. Alone a single man waters his perfect lawn by hand, and he pays no attention to the Lexus with a shattered driver’s side taillight. He does see Quinn stepping from the automobile though, her fitness enthusiast buttocks anyway.
She’s carrying a stack of coffee stained papers in one hand, and a large heavy looking purse in the other. She stands in front of a modest looking two story home looking up and down the street. Quietly she walks to the front door, checks her huge hand bag, then under the welcome mat, and finally just tries the door without a key. It’s locked.)
-19:14 GMT Wednesday-
(We’re somewhere in the Pacific North West at a Wal-Mart parking lot. Instantly our eyes lock on to the ‘U-Suk’ Mobile parked across three stalls towards the back. The rolling cargo door open, Conni laying on the blacktop watching the cars drive by, and inside we find BoolZ amongst his plunder. He sits one of many steel chairs with a pile of women’s underwear on one side, a large cardboard box in front of him, and a box of Zip-Loc storage bags on the other side.)
BoolZ; “Yeah it’s actually been a pretty good week so far. In fact if I didn’t have to deal with lunatics and psychos this would probably be a really good week.”
-19:20 GMT Wednesday-
(We return to San Diego, we return to the quite community, we return to Quinn now in the backyard.)
Quinn; “I can’t believe I lost the key he gave me.”
{It took her the better park of four days scouring the internet searching for anything that might lead to an address.}
(Pulling a rust colored brick from her purse the sliding glass door shatters from the throw. Stepping over the pieces of glass, with her still kick pad covered feet, Quinn enters a large room filled with mostly exercise equipment. She looks around spotting a full sized glass front refrigerator stuffed with Red Bull. As her face explodes with a huge grin she continues to survey the surroundings reading a mural on the wall a directly across the elliptical cross trainer.)
”People like you can’t make it in a business dominated by people like me.”
~ Vic Slater
(She runs her hand over the quote, and we see her chipped nail polish and the dumbbell shaped hole left in the wall towards the middle of the line. She turns silent and leaves the room taking the five or six steps up to the main floor. She takes her time paying close attention to the pictures on the wall of the staircase as she does. She stops at each of the three, the first being of BoolZ’s mother and her female companion Tina both on either side of RBI.)
Quinn; “Well who the hell are these bitches, and why are they hanging on my man?”
(She takes the picture off the wall simply tossing it behind her. She takes another step up, and stops at the picture of BoolZ standing with his father and his fathers husband Gary. A confused look greets the family portrait, and then another haphazard toss behind her. The last picture is maybe the worse for her see. It depicts BoolZ in his younger days leaping from a couch with a newly snagged set of car keys in his hand, his best friend Ashton McCourt gives chase, and Maddy lovingly looking on at the two men holding her heart.
Slowly with a smile she takes down the picture, smashes against the wall to break the glass, removes the print, and rips out the part with Maddy. She folds it, places it in her pocket, and continues past the last step into the kitchen.
Standing on the tile floor we’re taken back by the meticulous placement of everything from the toaster to the oven mitts. Everything has a place. She opens the refrigerator door to only find a case of Red Bull. Taking one out she turns to continue her inspection.)
Quinn; “I’m home.”
(The scene fades out as she pops open the can on her way to the second story stair case.)
