Post by Red Bull Icon on Jul 26, 2009 0:02:28 GMT -5
-Sunday March 22, 2009-
{The first images of Boss P and Mary-Joanna Roberts conversing in Boss P’s temporary office deep in the Verizon Center nestled in the heart of Washington D.C. flash forward. The sound of the industrial strength air conditioner kicking on brings with it the sounds of the feverish Affirmative Action live crowd. There is a smell of fish lingering in the air as MJ stands being Boss P who nibbles sardines as if they were popcorn.}
MJ; “… And secondly, in MJ’s experience, if you try to stop Randy from doing something, he’ll find a way of doing it just to spite you.”
-Tuesday March 24, 2009-
{Before we know it we’re in the GIW Arena parking lot. We watch as the ‘U-Suk’ Mobile powers to the back door. We listen as the pre-recorded sounds of thousands of fans chant for the Red Bull Icon. We sense the dread as MJ steps forward to meet BoolZ.}
MJ; “You know exactly what Mary-Jo is talking about. Did you know the next GIW pay-per-view was scheduled to take place in Japan, and due to your actions in the Lincoln bedroom with a certain Japanese Ambassador’s daughter you might have ruined our second overseas show?”
{The world becomes a blur or swirling images, broken hearts, and empty souls.}
MJ; “Randal, the hope was your one week suspension last week would open your eyes. Clearly it failed. You have been indefinitely suspended.”
{The swirling images slow as a lumbering young jock follows MJ into view.}
MJ; “Randal, meet Tobias Erndhart.”
-Friday April 17, 2009-
{Again we’re greeted to the images of MJ and Boss P conversing. This time however clearly more heated.}
Boss P; “…I’MA PUT DAT JUNKIE IN DAT RING WIT YO POOLBOI AN’ MA MONSTER NEXT WEEK…”
MJ; “Boss P, MJ implores you to allow her to be solely responsible for young Randal…”
-Friday April 24, 2009-
{The new images of BoolZ clearly frustrated and MJ enjoying her turbulent calm discussing RBI’s future fade in as they discuss Tobias’s location.}
BoolZ; “And speaking of your pet. He won last week. How much closer am I to getting reinstated?”
MJ; “… Randal it might be time to consider the fact that in all likely hood Boss P will never allow you to compete in a GIW ring again… It would just be so much easier if Boss P wasn’t the one making that decision.”
-Friday May 1, 2009-
{We shift to another shot of the backstage locker rooms of GIW’s finest, but only find BoolZ and MJ again discussing the future as the TWiSTed Heiress describes Tobias’s No Holds Barred match.}
MJ; “…Mary-Joanna believes you are familiar with the concept? She got if from watching your mentor, SPARCX, in fact the TWiSTeD Bitch vaguely recalls it being his trademarked match, no?”
{The scene seems to pause before coming back to life minutes later.}
BoolZ: “… when was the last time you’ve seen that hippy almost ex-husband of yours?”
MJ; “… MJ has been trying to get in touch with Travis for the last few weeks…”
-Sunday May 12, 2009-
(We then cut to a more present day of the past, to the office of Mary-Joanna Roberts watching No Holds Barred. The television in her office sounds Shinedown’s ‘Sound of Madness’ but then shows The Crimson Ghost telling knock knock jokes to a walk in refrigerator.)
The Crimson Ghost; “Orange you glad I didn’t say banana!”
(MJ leans forward a deep look of concern and giddy anticipation etched across her face. Then slowly a pleased smile as the monitor heralds the arrival of the Red Bull Icon to the Tokyo Doom with the familiar flick and pop of his entrance music. She leans back in her chair almost relieved.)
MJ; “Edison!”
(With but a second’s warning her office door creeps open and little furry yellow visage of her agent eD cASe slowly peeks his head around the corner.)
MJ; “Edison, ring the TWiSTeD Matriarch the chairman of the board. Tell him it’s about the GIW’s future world tour until we get on American television, and the possibility of streaming Sentinel live over the World Wide Web. And then find MJ Boss P.”
(The scene fades out only to come back to life during the No Holds Barred after party. We see BoolZ eyeing the forbidden fruit that is Grace Harding leaning over for the smallest piece of cake she can find. She notices his presence, and as she turns to acknowledge him he skillfully averts his eyes.)
Grace; “How did you pull that off?”
(The scene goes silent as BoolZ stops just long enough for a sincere departure as Moss Edwards begins eyeing RBI suspiciously. Then darkness.)
~*~*~
(When we come back we’re standing in Mary-Joanna Roberts’ office with Tobias Erndhart. Tobias is red in the face and covered in goose bumps.)
Tobias; “What the hell MJ! You’re telling me that walking CDC case took my match! I’m telling you he locked me in the god damned freezer! Suspended or not I want that little worm in the ring next week! I’m gonna rip him apart, and if you don’t give me him in the ring, then I’ll do it in the parking lot! I’m going to break his legs off and take turns beating him in the head with his bloody stumps! I’m gonna snap his arms in itty bitty pieces, then puts his god damned cigarettes just out of reach, and he when he reaches for his addiction, I’m going to run them over with a tracker trailer! I’m going to…
MJ; “Tobias please. Allow Mary-Jo to speak, she has some ever so important information for you. With the current state of the GIW losing its television deal we have also lost the vast majority of our sponsors. Therefore the GIW can no longer afford to pay your salary.”
Tobias; “And now I’m being fired! Fire that Red Bull JackAss!”
MJ; “Please! Tobias MJ will finish whether you like what the TWiSTeD Princess has to say or not. You are not being fired, simply relocated. The TWiSTeD Heiress has arranged for you stay in Japan for the next year by entering into a talent exchange agreement with one of the local federations. This will both help bolster their roster while gaining you invaluable experience.”
Tobias; “So you sold me!”
MJ; “Rented is more like it. The GIW keeps your contract, but they pay your salary for the next year while you wrestle for them…”
Tobias; “You fucking cunt! I’m going to…”
(Before he can finish Professor Bling and a whole host of his goons enter the room, and physically pull Tobias away.)
MJ; “Good bye, Tony! MJ couldn’t have done it without you!”
(Tobias doesn’t have a chance to respond as the goons and Professor Bling escort him from the building. We see MJ retake her seat in her office as BoolZ walks in nonchalantly.)
BoolZ; “What’s his problem?”
MJ; “Oh, contract dispute. Nothing to worry about. So, Randal you seem to be under the impression that you can simply waltz out in front of a live crowd and start wrestling again?”
BoolZ; “Well a little birdie told me Toby wasn’t gonna make it, so I figured...”
MJ; “You figured you would circumvent Boss P’s punishment, and do what ever you pleased.”
BoolZ; “Well, yeah, but…”
MJ; “Well it worked. While MJ was on the phone with the board of directors you crashed No Holds Barred: Rising Sun. It appears MJ’s constant pleas and the reaction you received tonight was enough for the board to reverse Boss P’s decision. They feel that moving the GIW to a web based federation with monthly pay-per-views that we need to foster a sort of cult like following to survive. No one knows how exactly to do that, but everyone knows people like you and Travis and others seem to give off a larger than life presence. Congratulations, you have been reinstated.”
(BoolZ can’t help the arrogant smirk from slipping past his lips.)
BoolZ; “About damn time. This is great.”
MJ; “Well, now hold the celebration. As one might imagine Boss P is quite upset over this, and feels you need a closer eye than most. You shouldn’t trust him Randal or his motives. Next week in Sydney you will face Travis Roberts and Donovan Hastings in a tag team match with Boss P’s monster Dredd. You should keep a good close eye on Dredd.”
BoolZ; “Are you kidding? After tonight? There is no way Travis will be ready to compete next week. Donovan will have to carry that team, and rumor has it that bath robe of his is even to much for him to carry on his own. Then Dredd. He was set on fire tonight! What’s he gonna do? Hell I think I’m the only one in that match that’s going to be able to go.”
MJ; “Really? You weren’t set on fire tonight as well?”
BoolZ; “Ay, the boots to the brunt of it. I really loved those boots too. Anyway I’m a little banged up, but after two months off honestly I’m feeling pretty good right about now.”
MJ; “Regardless. Just be careful next week. MJ has a bad feeling about this match, and feels the best coarse of action is to punish Travis as soon as you can to further demonstrate Boss P doesn’t have to worry about you.”
BoolZ; “Yeah, you know what? I’ll go out there, wrestle, and win because that’s I do. But I’m not a hit man. If Boss P wants Roberts put out, he can do it himself.”
MJ; “Really? Over your obsession then?”
BoolZ; “I don’t know, really. I mean, I’m still gonna beat Roberts. I have to. But you know over the last couple months I really had a bunch of time to stop and think about exactly what is important. What do I want, and how to best get it. Now if you’ll excuse me then, I’ve gotta get back to the after party.”
MJ; “Please do. Mary-Jo will see you Australia then.”
(The scene fades out as a beaming BoolZ walks out of the office leaving MJ with her machinations.)
~*~*~
(The scene fades back in on a busy Monday morning at Tokyo’s Narita International Airport. Business men of all shapes, sizes, and importance scurry about in their attempts to catch their flights. Families give long mournful farewell hugs to visiting relatives, departing students, and soon to be conquering heroes of foreign lands. Taxi after cab after taxi drop of vacationers who need the long rest the flight provides, now natives who already miss the Japanese soil, and a Grace Harding with her hands full with a loopy Moss Edwards.
Moss leans on the curbside baggage claim rattling off potential project ideas as Grace supervises the cabby with their bags. We watch as from the background BoolZ stands up from the wall, snuffs out is cigarette, and walks up behind Ms. Harding.)
Randy; “You’re early.”
(Grace turns around to meet RBI.)
Grace; “So are you. Miss me?”
Randy; “Eh? Boarding for my flight should be in like 15 minutes. I’m not that early.”
Grace; “You’re taking a different flight?”
Randy; “Why, you’re gonna miss me?”
Grace; “I’ll miss the stewardesses not coming by as much.”
Randy; “Well just give them a big enough tip, and you’ll never get rid of them.”
Grace; “I do still have that small hammer like object.”
Randy; “Fucking earlier flight.”
(The GIW Interweb Champion now takes notice of BoolZ and his cousin conversing a few feet away. He leans off the counter and begins his way to his cousin’s side.)
Grace; “At least you can find a good place to eat, and tell me about it so I don’t get caught with vegemite when we land.”
Randy; “Oh, no. I got something to take of stateside first. I won’t be in Australia until Thursday at the earliest. But seriously give the kangaroo a shot. Not bad.”
(The Tastemaker has made his way to Grace’s side.)
Moss; “Good day, mate! Mr. Bowlcyan how have you been?”
Randy; “Good, Moss I’m good. How are you feeling?”
Moss; “Grace has my happy pills. They’re all mine. I have a role for you that’d you’d be perfect in. It’s a narrative piece mostly about a trip of self discovery. We’ll give you a happy slightly off kilter friend with a deep brooding side. It’s a buddy film, but with a twist. The whole movie is twisted. Lizard tales, and adrenaline glands, and water. Lots of lots of water. And pie. I’m thinking for the buddy we can get, ah, what’s his name? That guy with the face!”
Grace; “Colin Farrell.”
Moss; “Yes! He’d be your anchor, but you’re both adrift in a sea of frightening hatred, but you’re really just good guys at heart. I think that goodness really comes through in the end.”
Randy; “Ah, listen I can’t miss this flight. I’ll see ya Grace. Edwards, congratulations on a hell of a defense last night.”
(BoolZ walks back to the wall, picks up his backpack and his mandarin orange tree sapling, before turning back to wave goodbye to Grace, and disappearing into the airport.)
Moss; “I think he’ll go for it.”
Grace; “I’m pregnant.”
Moss; “That’s not funny Ms. Harding.”
Grace; “See Sir. You’re already doing better.”
(The scene fades out as Grace produces a small white tablet from a small white bottle, and hands it to Moss.)
~*~*~
(When the view comes back we see a close up of that tiny mandarin orange sapling now fully planted in the earth surrounded by nice dark rich soil. A hand reaches into the dirt, picks up a small handful, and we hear a sniff.)
BoolZ; “Come on, smell it. Feel it. This is important.”
??; “It smells like dirt and fish.”
BoolZ; “That’s the tuna skin and bones from the compost. It should smell like that, and every other week you make sure to put down more compost and stir the soil. Come on feel it.”
(A second smaller hand picks up a tiny bit of the planters mix.)
??; “What am I feeling?”
BoolZ; “You tell me, but make sure it always feels that way.”
??; “I’m feeling dirt, man.”
BoolZ; “You should be feeling the weight of it. The density. Roll it between your fingers. See how it’s nice and even. To clumpy and the roots’ll have a harder time. Do lose and it won’t secure the roots. Feel how it’s moist but not damp or wet? That’s what it should be everyday.”
??; “I don’t know, man. You sure this is alright?”
BoolZ; “Why wouldn’t it? It’s my house.”
(We pan up from the dirt to see BoolZ crouching down looking up at his guest. Behind RBI is a massive mansion no less than a hundred yards away at the end of what seems an almost endless backyard.)
??; “Dude, did you really buy this house so you could plant a tree?”
BoolZ; “Never mind why I bought this house. Bottom line is I can’t take a plant with me around the world. It needs a home to lay down its roots and grow. To flourish. Now I can’t be here all the time, so I need you to stop by and care for this garden. Figure while you’re here, you might as well make sure the house hasn’t burnt down too.”
??; “But why me? I’m not a charity case.”
BoolZ; “Never thought you were, but who else can I get?”
??; “How ‘bout one of them bitches you always fucking?”
BoolZ; “Nah, last time one of them found out where I lived it ended kinda bad. Listen kid it’s a yes or no. I need someone to watch my house and keep my tree alive. I figure if it’s you then you also have a place to head out to when Mrs. Toodlesnappin starts on your case again. It’s a fair trade I think.”
(The view now pans over to see Clayton, the fourteen year old foster kid Travis Roberts told BoolZ about, standing with a handful of dirt.)
Clayton; “What if ya tree dies?”
BoolZ; “Then I know what to bury in its place. Listen, trees have grown for millions of years without any help. It’s not gonna just die. Just don’t kill it. And mow the lawn too.”
Clayton; “Is Conni gonna be here too?”
BoolZ; “No, Conni’s staying with a friend’s daughter. She moved out of his house a few weeks ago for the first time. Off to college or whatever, and he was worried about a house full of freshmen girls living alone.”
Clayton; “Can I get her number?”
BoolZ; “No. So we got a deal or what?”
Clayton; “Yeah, I’ll grow your oranges.”
(The scene ends with BoolZ holding out a set keys which Clayton takes, and the two begin the long walk back to the house.)
{The first images of Boss P and Mary-Joanna Roberts conversing in Boss P’s temporary office deep in the Verizon Center nestled in the heart of Washington D.C. flash forward. The sound of the industrial strength air conditioner kicking on brings with it the sounds of the feverish Affirmative Action live crowd. There is a smell of fish lingering in the air as MJ stands being Boss P who nibbles sardines as if they were popcorn.}
MJ; “… And secondly, in MJ’s experience, if you try to stop Randy from doing something, he’ll find a way of doing it just to spite you.”
-Tuesday March 24, 2009-
{Before we know it we’re in the GIW Arena parking lot. We watch as the ‘U-Suk’ Mobile powers to the back door. We listen as the pre-recorded sounds of thousands of fans chant for the Red Bull Icon. We sense the dread as MJ steps forward to meet BoolZ.}
MJ; “You know exactly what Mary-Jo is talking about. Did you know the next GIW pay-per-view was scheduled to take place in Japan, and due to your actions in the Lincoln bedroom with a certain Japanese Ambassador’s daughter you might have ruined our second overseas show?”
{The world becomes a blur or swirling images, broken hearts, and empty souls.}
MJ; “Randal, the hope was your one week suspension last week would open your eyes. Clearly it failed. You have been indefinitely suspended.”
{The swirling images slow as a lumbering young jock follows MJ into view.}
MJ; “Randal, meet Tobias Erndhart.”
-Friday April 17, 2009-
{Again we’re greeted to the images of MJ and Boss P conversing. This time however clearly more heated.}
Boss P; “…I’MA PUT DAT JUNKIE IN DAT RING WIT YO POOLBOI AN’ MA MONSTER NEXT WEEK…”
MJ; “Boss P, MJ implores you to allow her to be solely responsible for young Randal…”
-Friday April 24, 2009-
{The new images of BoolZ clearly frustrated and MJ enjoying her turbulent calm discussing RBI’s future fade in as they discuss Tobias’s location.}
BoolZ; “And speaking of your pet. He won last week. How much closer am I to getting reinstated?”
MJ; “… Randal it might be time to consider the fact that in all likely hood Boss P will never allow you to compete in a GIW ring again… It would just be so much easier if Boss P wasn’t the one making that decision.”
-Friday May 1, 2009-
{We shift to another shot of the backstage locker rooms of GIW’s finest, but only find BoolZ and MJ again discussing the future as the TWiSTed Heiress describes Tobias’s No Holds Barred match.}
MJ; “…Mary-Joanna believes you are familiar with the concept? She got if from watching your mentor, SPARCX, in fact the TWiSTeD Bitch vaguely recalls it being his trademarked match, no?”
{The scene seems to pause before coming back to life minutes later.}
BoolZ: “… when was the last time you’ve seen that hippy almost ex-husband of yours?”
MJ; “… MJ has been trying to get in touch with Travis for the last few weeks…”
-Sunday May 12, 2009-
(We then cut to a more present day of the past, to the office of Mary-Joanna Roberts watching No Holds Barred. The television in her office sounds Shinedown’s ‘Sound of Madness’ but then shows The Crimson Ghost telling knock knock jokes to a walk in refrigerator.)
The Crimson Ghost; “Orange you glad I didn’t say banana!”
(MJ leans forward a deep look of concern and giddy anticipation etched across her face. Then slowly a pleased smile as the monitor heralds the arrival of the Red Bull Icon to the Tokyo Doom with the familiar flick and pop of his entrance music. She leans back in her chair almost relieved.)
MJ; “Edison!”
(With but a second’s warning her office door creeps open and little furry yellow visage of her agent eD cASe slowly peeks his head around the corner.)
MJ; “Edison, ring the TWiSTeD Matriarch the chairman of the board. Tell him it’s about the GIW’s future world tour until we get on American television, and the possibility of streaming Sentinel live over the World Wide Web. And then find MJ Boss P.”
(The scene fades out only to come back to life during the No Holds Barred after party. We see BoolZ eyeing the forbidden fruit that is Grace Harding leaning over for the smallest piece of cake she can find. She notices his presence, and as she turns to acknowledge him he skillfully averts his eyes.)
Grace; “How did you pull that off?”
(The scene goes silent as BoolZ stops just long enough for a sincere departure as Moss Edwards begins eyeing RBI suspiciously. Then darkness.)
~*~*~
(When we come back we’re standing in Mary-Joanna Roberts’ office with Tobias Erndhart. Tobias is red in the face and covered in goose bumps.)
Tobias; “What the hell MJ! You’re telling me that walking CDC case took my match! I’m telling you he locked me in the god damned freezer! Suspended or not I want that little worm in the ring next week! I’m gonna rip him apart, and if you don’t give me him in the ring, then I’ll do it in the parking lot! I’m going to break his legs off and take turns beating him in the head with his bloody stumps! I’m gonna snap his arms in itty bitty pieces, then puts his god damned cigarettes just out of reach, and he when he reaches for his addiction, I’m going to run them over with a tracker trailer! I’m going to…
MJ; “Tobias please. Allow Mary-Jo to speak, she has some ever so important information for you. With the current state of the GIW losing its television deal we have also lost the vast majority of our sponsors. Therefore the GIW can no longer afford to pay your salary.”
Tobias; “And now I’m being fired! Fire that Red Bull JackAss!”
MJ; “Please! Tobias MJ will finish whether you like what the TWiSTeD Princess has to say or not. You are not being fired, simply relocated. The TWiSTeD Heiress has arranged for you stay in Japan for the next year by entering into a talent exchange agreement with one of the local federations. This will both help bolster their roster while gaining you invaluable experience.”
Tobias; “So you sold me!”
MJ; “Rented is more like it. The GIW keeps your contract, but they pay your salary for the next year while you wrestle for them…”
Tobias; “You fucking cunt! I’m going to…”
(Before he can finish Professor Bling and a whole host of his goons enter the room, and physically pull Tobias away.)
MJ; “Good bye, Tony! MJ couldn’t have done it without you!”
(Tobias doesn’t have a chance to respond as the goons and Professor Bling escort him from the building. We see MJ retake her seat in her office as BoolZ walks in nonchalantly.)
BoolZ; “What’s his problem?”
MJ; “Oh, contract dispute. Nothing to worry about. So, Randal you seem to be under the impression that you can simply waltz out in front of a live crowd and start wrestling again?”
BoolZ; “Well a little birdie told me Toby wasn’t gonna make it, so I figured...”
MJ; “You figured you would circumvent Boss P’s punishment, and do what ever you pleased.”
BoolZ; “Well, yeah, but…”
MJ; “Well it worked. While MJ was on the phone with the board of directors you crashed No Holds Barred: Rising Sun. It appears MJ’s constant pleas and the reaction you received tonight was enough for the board to reverse Boss P’s decision. They feel that moving the GIW to a web based federation with monthly pay-per-views that we need to foster a sort of cult like following to survive. No one knows how exactly to do that, but everyone knows people like you and Travis and others seem to give off a larger than life presence. Congratulations, you have been reinstated.”
(BoolZ can’t help the arrogant smirk from slipping past his lips.)
BoolZ; “About damn time. This is great.”
MJ; “Well, now hold the celebration. As one might imagine Boss P is quite upset over this, and feels you need a closer eye than most. You shouldn’t trust him Randal or his motives. Next week in Sydney you will face Travis Roberts and Donovan Hastings in a tag team match with Boss P’s monster Dredd. You should keep a good close eye on Dredd.”
BoolZ; “Are you kidding? After tonight? There is no way Travis will be ready to compete next week. Donovan will have to carry that team, and rumor has it that bath robe of his is even to much for him to carry on his own. Then Dredd. He was set on fire tonight! What’s he gonna do? Hell I think I’m the only one in that match that’s going to be able to go.”
MJ; “Really? You weren’t set on fire tonight as well?”
BoolZ; “Ay, the boots to the brunt of it. I really loved those boots too. Anyway I’m a little banged up, but after two months off honestly I’m feeling pretty good right about now.”
MJ; “Regardless. Just be careful next week. MJ has a bad feeling about this match, and feels the best coarse of action is to punish Travis as soon as you can to further demonstrate Boss P doesn’t have to worry about you.”
BoolZ; “Yeah, you know what? I’ll go out there, wrestle, and win because that’s I do. But I’m not a hit man. If Boss P wants Roberts put out, he can do it himself.”
MJ; “Really? Over your obsession then?”
BoolZ; “I don’t know, really. I mean, I’m still gonna beat Roberts. I have to. But you know over the last couple months I really had a bunch of time to stop and think about exactly what is important. What do I want, and how to best get it. Now if you’ll excuse me then, I’ve gotta get back to the after party.”
MJ; “Please do. Mary-Jo will see you Australia then.”
(The scene fades out as a beaming BoolZ walks out of the office leaving MJ with her machinations.)
~*~*~
(The scene fades back in on a busy Monday morning at Tokyo’s Narita International Airport. Business men of all shapes, sizes, and importance scurry about in their attempts to catch their flights. Families give long mournful farewell hugs to visiting relatives, departing students, and soon to be conquering heroes of foreign lands. Taxi after cab after taxi drop of vacationers who need the long rest the flight provides, now natives who already miss the Japanese soil, and a Grace Harding with her hands full with a loopy Moss Edwards.
Moss leans on the curbside baggage claim rattling off potential project ideas as Grace supervises the cabby with their bags. We watch as from the background BoolZ stands up from the wall, snuffs out is cigarette, and walks up behind Ms. Harding.)
Randy; “You’re early.”
(Grace turns around to meet RBI.)
Grace; “So are you. Miss me?”
Randy; “Eh? Boarding for my flight should be in like 15 minutes. I’m not that early.”
Grace; “You’re taking a different flight?”
Randy; “Why, you’re gonna miss me?”
Grace; “I’ll miss the stewardesses not coming by as much.”
Randy; “Well just give them a big enough tip, and you’ll never get rid of them.”
Grace; “I do still have that small hammer like object.”
Randy; “Fucking earlier flight.”
(The GIW Interweb Champion now takes notice of BoolZ and his cousin conversing a few feet away. He leans off the counter and begins his way to his cousin’s side.)
Grace; “At least you can find a good place to eat, and tell me about it so I don’t get caught with vegemite when we land.”
Randy; “Oh, no. I got something to take of stateside first. I won’t be in Australia until Thursday at the earliest. But seriously give the kangaroo a shot. Not bad.”
(The Tastemaker has made his way to Grace’s side.)
Moss; “Good day, mate! Mr. Bowlcyan how have you been?”
Randy; “Good, Moss I’m good. How are you feeling?”
Moss; “Grace has my happy pills. They’re all mine. I have a role for you that’d you’d be perfect in. It’s a narrative piece mostly about a trip of self discovery. We’ll give you a happy slightly off kilter friend with a deep brooding side. It’s a buddy film, but with a twist. The whole movie is twisted. Lizard tales, and adrenaline glands, and water. Lots of lots of water. And pie. I’m thinking for the buddy we can get, ah, what’s his name? That guy with the face!”
Grace; “Colin Farrell.”
Moss; “Yes! He’d be your anchor, but you’re both adrift in a sea of frightening hatred, but you’re really just good guys at heart. I think that goodness really comes through in the end.”
Randy; “Ah, listen I can’t miss this flight. I’ll see ya Grace. Edwards, congratulations on a hell of a defense last night.”
(BoolZ walks back to the wall, picks up his backpack and his mandarin orange tree sapling, before turning back to wave goodbye to Grace, and disappearing into the airport.)
Moss; “I think he’ll go for it.”
Grace; “I’m pregnant.”
Moss; “That’s not funny Ms. Harding.”
Grace; “See Sir. You’re already doing better.”
(The scene fades out as Grace produces a small white tablet from a small white bottle, and hands it to Moss.)
~*~*~
(When the view comes back we see a close up of that tiny mandarin orange sapling now fully planted in the earth surrounded by nice dark rich soil. A hand reaches into the dirt, picks up a small handful, and we hear a sniff.)
BoolZ; “Come on, smell it. Feel it. This is important.”
??; “It smells like dirt and fish.”
BoolZ; “That’s the tuna skin and bones from the compost. It should smell like that, and every other week you make sure to put down more compost and stir the soil. Come on feel it.”
(A second smaller hand picks up a tiny bit of the planters mix.)
??; “What am I feeling?”
BoolZ; “You tell me, but make sure it always feels that way.”
??; “I’m feeling dirt, man.”
BoolZ; “You should be feeling the weight of it. The density. Roll it between your fingers. See how it’s nice and even. To clumpy and the roots’ll have a harder time. Do lose and it won’t secure the roots. Feel how it’s moist but not damp or wet? That’s what it should be everyday.”
??; “I don’t know, man. You sure this is alright?”
BoolZ; “Why wouldn’t it? It’s my house.”
(We pan up from the dirt to see BoolZ crouching down looking up at his guest. Behind RBI is a massive mansion no less than a hundred yards away at the end of what seems an almost endless backyard.)
??; “Dude, did you really buy this house so you could plant a tree?”
BoolZ; “Never mind why I bought this house. Bottom line is I can’t take a plant with me around the world. It needs a home to lay down its roots and grow. To flourish. Now I can’t be here all the time, so I need you to stop by and care for this garden. Figure while you’re here, you might as well make sure the house hasn’t burnt down too.”
??; “But why me? I’m not a charity case.”
BoolZ; “Never thought you were, but who else can I get?”
??; “How ‘bout one of them bitches you always fucking?”
BoolZ; “Nah, last time one of them found out where I lived it ended kinda bad. Listen kid it’s a yes or no. I need someone to watch my house and keep my tree alive. I figure if it’s you then you also have a place to head out to when Mrs. Toodlesnappin starts on your case again. It’s a fair trade I think.”
(The view now pans over to see Clayton, the fourteen year old foster kid Travis Roberts told BoolZ about, standing with a handful of dirt.)
Clayton; “What if ya tree dies?”
BoolZ; “Then I know what to bury in its place. Listen, trees have grown for millions of years without any help. It’s not gonna just die. Just don’t kill it. And mow the lawn too.”
Clayton; “Is Conni gonna be here too?”
BoolZ; “No, Conni’s staying with a friend’s daughter. She moved out of his house a few weeks ago for the first time. Off to college or whatever, and he was worried about a house full of freshmen girls living alone.”
Clayton; “Can I get her number?”
BoolZ; “No. So we got a deal or what?”
Clayton; “Yeah, I’ll grow your oranges.”
(The scene ends with BoolZ holding out a set keys which Clayton takes, and the two begin the long walk back to the house.)