Post by T-Robosaurus Rex on Sept 11, 2009 18:21:31 GMT -5
[The scene opens up at the bedside of gunshot victim Tate Levene. His flabby, chunky body lies upon a bed with a multitude of electrodes plugged into monitors surrounding him. GIW Senior Enforcer Old Lady Levene sit’s by her Grandson’s bedside, clutching his hand. At the moment of us joining the scene the door swings open and in walks Dr O’Dea, the physician who broke the news of the accident to Mrs Levene last week, holding a clipboard. The Senior Enforcer’s neck snaps and her skull rotates towards him, looking at him expectantly.]
Dr O’Dea – ‘Mrs Levene, as you know we have completed our third operation on your grandson, to put right the complications that occurred during the second operation, which was undertaken to fix the complications from the first...’
OLL – ‘Yes, Yes, your hospital has proven itself to be incomprehensibly inept in its care of my lineage. Excuse me if I seem short, you see it’s my grandson who hasn’t been conscious for close to a week.’
Dr O’Dea – ‘I appreciate your concerns Mrs Levene, I can assure you we are confident Tate will regain consciousness in the next 24 hours. Unfortunately the cocktail of the actual wound, the shock of the incident, the physical condition of the victim and the body’s reaction to these elements made our job even more difficult.’
OLL – ‘Dr O’Dea you seem like a lovely young man, did you spend all that time in medical school, work all those long hard hours, just so you could accuse an Old Woman’s grandson of being responsible for your hospital’s carelessness?’
Dr O’Dea – ‘No...No...really no, that’s not what I was trying to say, I was just trying to explain the circumstances that have brought us to this point...’
OLL – ‘Then skip to it young man, I know damn well how we got here, haven’t you noticed I have been here every hour you allow?’
Dr O’Dea – ‘I have noticed, its admirable dedication. But to answer your questions, we have no doubt that Tate will make a full recovery, but it will not be a straightforward one.’
OLL – ‘How so?’
Dr O’Dea – ‘Due to the nature of the injury, and the complications, Tate will be unable to walk foraround 2 years, maybe one with regular physiotherapy and hard work...’
OLL – ‘So two then. Well Dr O’Dea, unless there is anything else, I have a phone call I need to make...’
[Dr O’Dea goes to check some of Tate’s charts as the GIW Senior Enforcer opens the door to the hospital corridor, and she comes face to face with lord Donovan Hastings]
Hastings – ‘Mum!’
OLL – ‘Oh Donovan, aren’t you sweet, coming to visit poor Tate despite your own horrific injuries. Unfortunately he is resting now, do come back later, I’m sure he would be thrilled to know you asked after him...’
[With that Old Lady Levene turns and makes her way towards somewhere to make a phone call, whilst Donovan Hastings stands alone in his Hospital issued pyjama’s, looks around confused, and speaks aloud to no-one in particular.]
Hastings – ‘Who’s Tate?’
[With that the scene in a hospital in Texas closes, and we are transported through the wonders of modern media editing to the locker room of the GIW Unified Global Champion, Travis Roberts. At this point in time ‘The Headliner’ is for a change already vertical, but as usual he wears his aviators and has a rolled delicacy smoking from between his lips. He is standing in front of a full length mirror, the GIW Unified Global Championship hanging over his shoulder.
He is striking poses in the mirror and grinning inanely, after a few moments he is interrupted by a soft rapping on the door. ‘The Blessed One’ turns his head towards the door, but quickly looks back at his own reflection, shrugs his shoulders and decides it can’t be anything more important than what he is doing now. Over the next few moments, the knocking does not stop, and despite his greatest restraint Travis cannot ignore is and eventually spins round and scream.]
Travis – ‘WHAT!?!?’
[The door slowly swings open, and we soon see a yellow, furry hand creep around it followed soon after by a cautiously approaching eD cASe. He closes the door slowly and stands straight in front of the Unified Global Champion, who looks down at him with a look of confusion.]
Travis – ‘You?
eD – ‘Travis, I thought...’
Travis – ‘You thought? ‘The Headliner’ finds that scenario completely unrealistic.’
eD – ‘Look, Travis, I know we’ve had some challenges in our relationship over the past few...’
Travis – ‘Relationship, we don’t have one eD, you just used to be my agent...’
eD – ‘Lucky Escape huh! Look what happened to the new one...’
[eD tries to grin and laugh, but is met by Travis delivering an icy stare across the rim of his glasses...’]
eD – ‘Heh...too soon?’
Travis – ‘For you, eD, a ‘Knock, Knock’ joke would be ‘too soon’...state your business and don’t let the door hit you in your furry derrier...’
eD – ‘C’mon man, don’t be like this, I helped you in the ‘Old Lady Stole MJ’s Job’ plan, I thought we were cool...’
Travis – ‘You thought wrong, seriously you think that makes up for the betrayals you handed down to ‘The Headliner’, to quote those from the ghetto, ‘You be trippin’’.’
eD - ‘Look I just thought I might be able to help you out if you needed anything, I mean, just while Tate is away.’
Travis – ‘’The Blessed One’ never had you down as a vulture eD, the poor kid is in hospital, he’s undergone countless complications because of his tremendous dietary habits, and here you are, sniffing around his job, and people claim ‘The Headliner’ can be cynical.’
eD – ‘Look, Tate and I, we got on, and I know how you need someone to...’
Travis – ‘Let ‘The Blessed One’ stop you right there, if Travis Roberts has learnt one thing over the past year or so, it’s that ‘The Most Influential Icon In Sports Entertainment this Millennia’ doesn’t need anyone, but everyone need’s Travis Roberts. ‘The Headliner’ never needed you, but you needed a client, what use has Tate ever been, but he did need a purpose and focus in life, Mary-Joanna, well that story doesn’t need retelling...’The Blessed One’ will be a success without anyone else, in fact he could be an even greater success without any of you dragging him down’
eD – ‘Well...what about...Declan?’
Travis – ‘Declan? Declan!?!? Prescott is the greatest example of this, Travis Roberts did not need Prescott or GIW, countless places would have come on bended knee to ‘The Headliner’ to display his talents under their marquee. Declan Prescott needed a true star with ambition and ability to drag this company up beyond his financial means, GIW needed a Champion that could bring honour and integrity to the title for longer than one defence. So every time Declan Prescott made some barbed comment about ‘The Blessed One’ being the weaker half of ‘The Revolution’, Travis Roberts just smiled, because he knew who needed who...and as ‘The TWiSTeD High Commander stated earlier, he does not need you...so get out...’
[Travis just stares a hole through eD, who scuttles out of the door...but before he turns around, and looks Travis straight in the eyes, straightens himself up...
eD – ‘It’s your loss Travis, your loss...’
[eD walks out of the door and slams it shut. Travis is completely taken aback by the display of a spine from eD that he stands for a few moments not noticing his cell phone ringing in his pocket at first. Eventually he shakes himself from his shock and pulls the phone from his pocket and answers it...]
Travis – ‘Three Time GIW Unified Global Champion, ‘The Headliner’ Travis Roberts speaking...’
OLL – ‘Have you any idea how long it took me to find a payphone, apparently everyone has a cell in ‘this day and age’. Well I for one don’t want my brain micro waved by the Y-Phone. Whats that beeping, I put in two quarters...’
[The line goes dead and Travis holds his phone an arms distance from his face and looks at it almost as a monkey would look at one, when it rings again he almost drops it...]
Travis – ‘Global Impact Wrestling’s longest reigning Unified Global Champion, ‘The Blessed One’ Travis Roberts...’
OLL – ‘It’s a good thing I keep rolls of quarters on me at all times isn’t it, not entirely the purpose of them, but this should give us at least ten minutes at these extortionate rates...’
Travis – ‘Who is this?’
OLL – ‘It’s me Travis, you’re agents Grandmother, you remember the guardian of the young man you shot!’
Travis – ‘That was an accident, ‘The Headliner’ truly regrets what occurred...’
OLL – ‘Regret it? You haven’t even visited him Travis, you didn’t make the effort...’
Travis – ‘Look, ‘The Blessed One’ was under the impression he was going to be airlifted, or something, to a hospital in LA, ‘The Headliner’ may be an exceptional human being, but he couldn’t foresee any medical complications, and hence ended up hundreds of miles away...’
OLL – ‘You wouldn’t be welcome anyway Travis, you have effectively ruined the next few years of this young mans life...’
Travis – ‘Woah! Hold on now...’
OLL – ‘Yeah, save it I’ve heard it, ‘it was an accident’, I’ll wait and see what Tate has to say about the matter, no doubt you’d try and place the blame on his shoulders somehow anyway. You thought I was getting in your business before? Now you’ve shot my grandson, what are you expecting? If I get even the slightest indication you are even slightly responsible for this accident, you will feel the wrath of a grandmother...no-one hurts my grandson...’
[Travis raises his eyebrows]
Travis – ‘Really?’
OLL – ‘Yes, really. I may not be able to make the show on Sunday, I may not be able to personally make your life difficult, but there are many who would jump at the chance, and one angry asian fellow who jumps straight to the top of the queue...’
Travis – ‘Ah, so you are responsible for that. When it comes to Komosube need ‘The Headliner’ do anymore than refer back to the letter from the office of ‘The Revolution’ to Aito Chen that was so shamelessly leaked on GIW.com? Travis Roberts thinks not, not until he does anything to eliminate the weaknesses highlighted within from his persona...’
OLL – ‘No matter, if that huge Asian hits one crushing move on you, or 1,000, it still won’t make up for what you’ve done Travis, no-one hurts my family...’
Travis – ‘Really?’
OLL – ‘YES! Why on earth do you keep saying that man, are you having a breakdown?’
Travis – ‘No, you simply missed ‘The Blessed Ones’ point, as so many often do. Do you really want to punish those responsible, I mean those really responsible?’
OLL – ‘This is no time for an anti-NRA stance, you got on the horse with a loaded gun, you didn’t seem to have any reservations when you got to play cowboys....’
Travis – ‘Have you any idea why we were out there, why Travis Roberts ended up working with animals for TWISTeD’s sake? Do you think that was ‘The Headliners’ idea? You came across to ‘The Blessed One’ as a shrewd woman, surely you can see ‘The TWISTeD Guerrilla’ would never plan such a ludicrous stunt...’
OLL – ‘I knew it! I KNEW IT! It was so obvious you would try and make Tate responsible for your actions, try and make out it was his own fault he ended up with a bullet in him. You’re more self involved and sick than I ever imagined.’
Travis – ‘No. Just no. ‘The Headliner’ is not suggesting it is Tate’s fault, nor is ‘The Blessed One’ suggesting he is not partially responsible himself, but neither Tate Levene nor ‘The TWiSTeD high Commander’ would not have been at that ranch, if it hadn’t been for one person...’
OLL – ‘Who?’
Travis – ‘You.’
OLL – ‘WHAT![/b]...Hey, what are you gawping at, I’m having a conversation here...what...what....No I do not have any change...Travis are you still there...’[/color]
Travis – ‘Er...yeah...’
OLL – ‘I have all the time in the world for the feral, but politeness costs nothing...where was I...Oh right...WHAT?!?!?[/b] How dare you! How dare you try and blame me...’[/color]
Travis – ‘Oh drop it will you, you were pushing ‘The Headliner’ to get out in front of the press, despite ‘The Blessed Ones’ reluctance, and you made no secret of your displeasure at the lack of Unified Global Champion public appearances. Tate did this for you, to impress you, to show you he could succeed. And you know that’s what you wanted...’
OLL – ‘I never wanted this...’
Travis – ‘Of course not, but you did want tate to take the initiative. You’ve never hidden your disappointment in his development, and he may be slow but he picks up on these things. You also knew ‘The Blessed One’ was never going to get out there on his own, and Tate would be forced to do this. Sure, you didn’t know this tragic accident would eb the end result...but thats all ti was, an accident...no-one is responsible...’
OLL – ‘Oh...dear...god...You’re right...’
Travis – ‘Why does that constantly surprise people?’
OLL – ‘I am to blame...’
Travis – ‘No....No....That’s not what I mea...’
[The line goes dead, and Travis just stares at his phone, shakes his head and slumps onto the sofa, and without emotion removes another pre-rolled delicacy, and as he lights it we cut back to the hospital in Texas where a flustered Old Lady Levene hurries down the hall, she comes to a nurses station.]
OLL – ‘Any change?’
[The nurse just shakes her head as Old Lady Levene holds back the tears and rushes into the room, sits and clutches Tate’s hand once more. She begins to openly weep, and under her breath she speaks to Tate.]
OLL – ‘I’m so sorry Tate, I’m so sorry....I tried to convince myself it was Travis....but I knew...I knew...but....but....I never wanted this...’
Tate – ‘Gran?’
OLL – ‘TATE!’
[Old Lady Levene leaps to her feet and see’s her grandson sit up in bed, he looks around himself confused at everything he see’s, and his Grandmother instantly embraces his, holding his head to her chest, burying her own head in his hair, kissing his skull.]
Tate – ‘What...What happened Gran?’
OLL – ‘Don’t worry about that now, don’t worry it’s all going to be OK...’
[Tate stiffens up momentarily and his eyes glaze over, and we see, somehow, what he sees momentarily a bullet racing through the air directly towards the camera, and then we hear the voice of Travis Roberts]
[Tate’s eyes regain focus and we return to the touching scene between Grandson and Grandmother, and Tate slowly pushes his Gran away and looks up at her.]
Tate – ‘Gran’
OLL – ‘Yes dear...’
[Tate’s eyes narrow as he calmly speaks his next few words as the scene fades to a close.
Tate – ‘I want a lawyer.’
Dr O’Dea – ‘Mrs Levene, as you know we have completed our third operation on your grandson, to put right the complications that occurred during the second operation, which was undertaken to fix the complications from the first...’
OLL – ‘Yes, Yes, your hospital has proven itself to be incomprehensibly inept in its care of my lineage. Excuse me if I seem short, you see it’s my grandson who hasn’t been conscious for close to a week.’
Dr O’Dea – ‘I appreciate your concerns Mrs Levene, I can assure you we are confident Tate will regain consciousness in the next 24 hours. Unfortunately the cocktail of the actual wound, the shock of the incident, the physical condition of the victim and the body’s reaction to these elements made our job even more difficult.’
OLL – ‘Dr O’Dea you seem like a lovely young man, did you spend all that time in medical school, work all those long hard hours, just so you could accuse an Old Woman’s grandson of being responsible for your hospital’s carelessness?’
Dr O’Dea – ‘No...No...really no, that’s not what I was trying to say, I was just trying to explain the circumstances that have brought us to this point...’
OLL – ‘Then skip to it young man, I know damn well how we got here, haven’t you noticed I have been here every hour you allow?’
Dr O’Dea – ‘I have noticed, its admirable dedication. But to answer your questions, we have no doubt that Tate will make a full recovery, but it will not be a straightforward one.’
OLL – ‘How so?’
Dr O’Dea – ‘Due to the nature of the injury, and the complications, Tate will be unable to walk foraround 2 years, maybe one with regular physiotherapy and hard work...’
OLL – ‘So two then. Well Dr O’Dea, unless there is anything else, I have a phone call I need to make...’
[Dr O’Dea goes to check some of Tate’s charts as the GIW Senior Enforcer opens the door to the hospital corridor, and she comes face to face with lord Donovan Hastings]
Hastings – ‘Mum!’
OLL – ‘Oh Donovan, aren’t you sweet, coming to visit poor Tate despite your own horrific injuries. Unfortunately he is resting now, do come back later, I’m sure he would be thrilled to know you asked after him...’
[With that Old Lady Levene turns and makes her way towards somewhere to make a phone call, whilst Donovan Hastings stands alone in his Hospital issued pyjama’s, looks around confused, and speaks aloud to no-one in particular.]
Hastings – ‘Who’s Tate?’
[With that the scene in a hospital in Texas closes, and we are transported through the wonders of modern media editing to the locker room of the GIW Unified Global Champion, Travis Roberts. At this point in time ‘The Headliner’ is for a change already vertical, but as usual he wears his aviators and has a rolled delicacy smoking from between his lips. He is standing in front of a full length mirror, the GIW Unified Global Championship hanging over his shoulder.
He is striking poses in the mirror and grinning inanely, after a few moments he is interrupted by a soft rapping on the door. ‘The Blessed One’ turns his head towards the door, but quickly looks back at his own reflection, shrugs his shoulders and decides it can’t be anything more important than what he is doing now. Over the next few moments, the knocking does not stop, and despite his greatest restraint Travis cannot ignore is and eventually spins round and scream.]
Travis – ‘WHAT!?!?’
[The door slowly swings open, and we soon see a yellow, furry hand creep around it followed soon after by a cautiously approaching eD cASe. He closes the door slowly and stands straight in front of the Unified Global Champion, who looks down at him with a look of confusion.]
Travis – ‘You?
eD – ‘Travis, I thought...’
Travis – ‘You thought? ‘The Headliner’ finds that scenario completely unrealistic.’
eD – ‘Look, Travis, I know we’ve had some challenges in our relationship over the past few...’
Travis – ‘Relationship, we don’t have one eD, you just used to be my agent...’
eD – ‘Lucky Escape huh! Look what happened to the new one...’
[eD tries to grin and laugh, but is met by Travis delivering an icy stare across the rim of his glasses...’]
eD – ‘Heh...too soon?’
Travis – ‘For you, eD, a ‘Knock, Knock’ joke would be ‘too soon’...state your business and don’t let the door hit you in your furry derrier...’
eD – ‘C’mon man, don’t be like this, I helped you in the ‘Old Lady Stole MJ’s Job’ plan, I thought we were cool...’
Travis – ‘You thought wrong, seriously you think that makes up for the betrayals you handed down to ‘The Headliner’, to quote those from the ghetto, ‘You be trippin’’.’
eD - ‘Look I just thought I might be able to help you out if you needed anything, I mean, just while Tate is away.’
Travis – ‘’The Blessed One’ never had you down as a vulture eD, the poor kid is in hospital, he’s undergone countless complications because of his tremendous dietary habits, and here you are, sniffing around his job, and people claim ‘The Headliner’ can be cynical.’
eD – ‘Look, Tate and I, we got on, and I know how you need someone to...’
Travis – ‘Let ‘The Blessed One’ stop you right there, if Travis Roberts has learnt one thing over the past year or so, it’s that ‘The Most Influential Icon In Sports Entertainment this Millennia’ doesn’t need anyone, but everyone need’s Travis Roberts. ‘The Headliner’ never needed you, but you needed a client, what use has Tate ever been, but he did need a purpose and focus in life, Mary-Joanna, well that story doesn’t need retelling...’The Blessed One’ will be a success without anyone else, in fact he could be an even greater success without any of you dragging him down’
eD – ‘Well...what about...Declan?’
Travis – ‘Declan? Declan!?!? Prescott is the greatest example of this, Travis Roberts did not need Prescott or GIW, countless places would have come on bended knee to ‘The Headliner’ to display his talents under their marquee. Declan Prescott needed a true star with ambition and ability to drag this company up beyond his financial means, GIW needed a Champion that could bring honour and integrity to the title for longer than one defence. So every time Declan Prescott made some barbed comment about ‘The Blessed One’ being the weaker half of ‘The Revolution’, Travis Roberts just smiled, because he knew who needed who...and as ‘The TWiSTeD High Commander stated earlier, he does not need you...so get out...’
[Travis just stares a hole through eD, who scuttles out of the door...but before he turns around, and looks Travis straight in the eyes, straightens himself up...
eD – ‘It’s your loss Travis, your loss...’
[eD walks out of the door and slams it shut. Travis is completely taken aback by the display of a spine from eD that he stands for a few moments not noticing his cell phone ringing in his pocket at first. Eventually he shakes himself from his shock and pulls the phone from his pocket and answers it...]
Travis – ‘Three Time GIW Unified Global Champion, ‘The Headliner’ Travis Roberts speaking...’
OLL – ‘Have you any idea how long it took me to find a payphone, apparently everyone has a cell in ‘this day and age’. Well I for one don’t want my brain micro waved by the Y-Phone. Whats that beeping, I put in two quarters...’
[The line goes dead and Travis holds his phone an arms distance from his face and looks at it almost as a monkey would look at one, when it rings again he almost drops it...]
Travis – ‘Global Impact Wrestling’s longest reigning Unified Global Champion, ‘The Blessed One’ Travis Roberts...’
OLL – ‘It’s a good thing I keep rolls of quarters on me at all times isn’t it, not entirely the purpose of them, but this should give us at least ten minutes at these extortionate rates...’
Travis – ‘Who is this?’
OLL – ‘It’s me Travis, you’re agents Grandmother, you remember the guardian of the young man you shot!’
Travis – ‘That was an accident, ‘The Headliner’ truly regrets what occurred...’
OLL – ‘Regret it? You haven’t even visited him Travis, you didn’t make the effort...’
Travis – ‘Look, ‘The Blessed One’ was under the impression he was going to be airlifted, or something, to a hospital in LA, ‘The Headliner’ may be an exceptional human being, but he couldn’t foresee any medical complications, and hence ended up hundreds of miles away...’
OLL – ‘You wouldn’t be welcome anyway Travis, you have effectively ruined the next few years of this young mans life...’
Travis – ‘Woah! Hold on now...’
OLL – ‘Yeah, save it I’ve heard it, ‘it was an accident’, I’ll wait and see what Tate has to say about the matter, no doubt you’d try and place the blame on his shoulders somehow anyway. You thought I was getting in your business before? Now you’ve shot my grandson, what are you expecting? If I get even the slightest indication you are even slightly responsible for this accident, you will feel the wrath of a grandmother...no-one hurts my grandson...’
[Travis raises his eyebrows]
Travis – ‘Really?’
OLL – ‘Yes, really. I may not be able to make the show on Sunday, I may not be able to personally make your life difficult, but there are many who would jump at the chance, and one angry asian fellow who jumps straight to the top of the queue...’
Travis – ‘Ah, so you are responsible for that. When it comes to Komosube need ‘The Headliner’ do anymore than refer back to the letter from the office of ‘The Revolution’ to Aito Chen that was so shamelessly leaked on GIW.com? Travis Roberts thinks not, not until he does anything to eliminate the weaknesses highlighted within from his persona...’
OLL – ‘No matter, if that huge Asian hits one crushing move on you, or 1,000, it still won’t make up for what you’ve done Travis, no-one hurts my family...’
Travis – ‘Really?’
OLL – ‘YES! Why on earth do you keep saying that man, are you having a breakdown?’
Travis – ‘No, you simply missed ‘The Blessed Ones’ point, as so many often do. Do you really want to punish those responsible, I mean those really responsible?’
OLL – ‘This is no time for an anti-NRA stance, you got on the horse with a loaded gun, you didn’t seem to have any reservations when you got to play cowboys....’
Travis – ‘Have you any idea why we were out there, why Travis Roberts ended up working with animals for TWISTeD’s sake? Do you think that was ‘The Headliners’ idea? You came across to ‘The Blessed One’ as a shrewd woman, surely you can see ‘The TWISTeD Guerrilla’ would never plan such a ludicrous stunt...’
OLL – ‘I knew it! I KNEW IT! It was so obvious you would try and make Tate responsible for your actions, try and make out it was his own fault he ended up with a bullet in him. You’re more self involved and sick than I ever imagined.’
Travis – ‘No. Just no. ‘The Headliner’ is not suggesting it is Tate’s fault, nor is ‘The Blessed One’ suggesting he is not partially responsible himself, but neither Tate Levene nor ‘The TWiSTeD high Commander’ would not have been at that ranch, if it hadn’t been for one person...’
OLL – ‘Who?’
Travis – ‘You.’
OLL – ‘WHAT![/b]...Hey, what are you gawping at, I’m having a conversation here...what...what....No I do not have any change...Travis are you still there...’[/color]
Travis – ‘Er...yeah...’
OLL – ‘I have all the time in the world for the feral, but politeness costs nothing...where was I...Oh right...WHAT?!?!?[/b] How dare you! How dare you try and blame me...’[/color]
Travis – ‘Oh drop it will you, you were pushing ‘The Headliner’ to get out in front of the press, despite ‘The Blessed Ones’ reluctance, and you made no secret of your displeasure at the lack of Unified Global Champion public appearances. Tate did this for you, to impress you, to show you he could succeed. And you know that’s what you wanted...’
OLL – ‘I never wanted this...’
Travis – ‘Of course not, but you did want tate to take the initiative. You’ve never hidden your disappointment in his development, and he may be slow but he picks up on these things. You also knew ‘The Blessed One’ was never going to get out there on his own, and Tate would be forced to do this. Sure, you didn’t know this tragic accident would eb the end result...but thats all ti was, an accident...no-one is responsible...’
OLL – ‘Oh...dear...god...You’re right...’
Travis – ‘Why does that constantly surprise people?’
OLL – ‘I am to blame...’
Travis – ‘No....No....That’s not what I mea...’
[The line goes dead, and Travis just stares at his phone, shakes his head and slumps onto the sofa, and without emotion removes another pre-rolled delicacy, and as he lights it we cut back to the hospital in Texas where a flustered Old Lady Levene hurries down the hall, she comes to a nurses station.]
OLL – ‘Any change?’
[The nurse just shakes her head as Old Lady Levene holds back the tears and rushes into the room, sits and clutches Tate’s hand once more. She begins to openly weep, and under her breath she speaks to Tate.]
OLL – ‘I’m so sorry Tate, I’m so sorry....I tried to convince myself it was Travis....but I knew...I knew...but....but....I never wanted this...’
Tate – ‘Gran?’
OLL – ‘TATE!’
[Old Lady Levene leaps to her feet and see’s her grandson sit up in bed, he looks around himself confused at everything he see’s, and his Grandmother instantly embraces his, holding his head to her chest, burying her own head in his hair, kissing his skull.]
Tate – ‘What...What happened Gran?’
OLL – ‘Don’t worry about that now, don’t worry it’s all going to be OK...’
[Tate stiffens up momentarily and his eyes glaze over, and we see, somehow, what he sees momentarily a bullet racing through the air directly towards the camera, and then we hear the voice of Travis Roberts]
’You better pray that they’re not loaded’
[/center][Tate’s eyes regain focus and we return to the touching scene between Grandson and Grandmother, and Tate slowly pushes his Gran away and looks up at her.]
Tate – ‘Gran’
OLL – ‘Yes dear...’
[Tate’s eyes narrow as he calmly speaks his next few words as the scene fades to a close.
Tate – ‘I want a lawyer.’
