JABolich
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[updated:LAST EDITED ON Oct-27-03 AT 08:55 PM (EST)](FADEIN: The interior of a Chevrolet Monte Carlo - the limited-edition Supercharged SS model, actually. The camera has been strategically positioned in the backseat, peering between the gap between the driver's seat and the passenger's seat. The scenery whisking past the windshield suggests that the vehicle is cruising down a highway; farm fields are visible in the distance, and the occasional semi-truck peeks into the shot. Audioslave's "Getaway Car" plays on the radio.)
(Few details of the two men in the car are visible, but the man in the driver's seat appears to be garbed in a black trenchcoat; his dark brown-black hair has been pulled back into a braided ponytail. He appears quite large - perhaps 6'3" and 270 pounds. The man in the passenger's seat is smaller, apparently wearing a three-piece black Armani suit; his sandy-blond hair has been slicked back and oiled.)
(The lyrics of "Getaway Car" drift through the vehicle...)
The first time I saw you you were
Chasin down
A cyclone
All alone in the field
With railyards and clovers I kept rollin on
Never thought you'd wind up chasin
Me
(After a moment the man on the right speaks.)
PASSENGER: God...
DRIVER: Problem, Tony?
TONY: I just can't believe you, man. You're nuts. First MCW, then NFW, now you want to come back to-
DRIVER: Trust me, Tony. I can handle it.
TONY: Don't give me that sh*t, Chris. Last time you were in GXW, you barely got out alive.
(The driver is silent for a long moment.)
I settle down
I won't hesitate
To hit the highway
Before you leave me to waste no
I'll settle up and I'll help you find something to drive
Before you drown yourself
CHRIS: Don't worry about it, Tony. That... that was a dumbass mistake on my part.
TONY: You're damn right it was. Why the hell would you accept an unsanctioned match with a proven psychopath?
(Chris shrugs, leaning back to steer with the soft part of his leg just above his knee.)
CHRIS: I had a point to prove.
TONY: Oh, you did that. You also sent your health insurance into the stratosphere.
CHRIS: The adjuster's a dick. Blew it out of proportion-
TONY: Don't give me that. You were a wreck, Chris.
Your tired of walkin
And you loathe the ground
The sideway belly touched your feet
Black moons to slowly to hold you down
With ring hand you take it out on me
CHRIS: Yeah, I was. But last I checked, Devon left the company.
TONY: Yeah... but there are worse guys out there than him.
CHRIS: Like?
TONY: You know who.
CHRIS: You mean old sh*t-eater, huh? Heh... you're overstating the danger.
TONY: He put you through six tables.
CHRIS: And I came back the next night and wrestled. So what? Besides, he's not the one I'm after.
TONY: You mean...
(Tony is silent, finally raising both hands to his forehead in exasperation.)
TONY: Jesus, Chris, your insurance is going to soar to record heights at this rate.
Settle down
I won't hesitate to hit the highway
Before you leave me to waste
Saddle up and I'll help you find something to drive
Before you drive me insane
(There is silence for a moment)
TONY: Do you even care about yourself, Chris? Do you even care that it's a stupid idea to go after this guy? You know you're going to get murdered by him again.
CHRIS: Maybe.
TONY: Maybe?
CHRIS: Maybe.
So get yourself a car
Drive it all alone
Get ourselves a car
And ride it on the wind
Get yourself a car
And drive it all alone
Get yourself a car
And ride it on the wind yea
TONY: Not maybe, Chris - Every time. And now you want to go after him again?
CHRIS: Yep.
TONY: Oh, I give up... There's no reasoning with you.
CHRIS: Au contraire, Tony. I've got a very good reason for everything I do.
TONY: And what's the rationale behind this one, huh?
CHRIS: You know.
(Silence.)
Yea we'll settle down
I won't hesitate to hit the highway
Before you leave me to waste
Settle up and I'll help you find something to drive
Before you drive me insane
TONY: Right... I still think it's a stupid idea. But if you want to go after him... fine. Go ahead. Just don't come crying to me with a boot up your ass, Chris.
CHRIS: You're an old woman, Tony.
TONY: Hey, I'm the one who has to deal with the adjuster.
CHRIS: I know. That's why I hired you.
(Brief pause.)
CHRIS: There's our exit...
Get yourself a car
And drive it all alone
Get yourself a car
And ride it on the wind
Get yourself a car
And drive it all alone
Get yourself a car
And ride it on the wind
(The Monte Carlo pulls onto an offramp as we fade to black, the last riffs of the song fading into nothingness...)
(Few details of the two men in the car are visible, but the man in the driver's seat appears to be garbed in a black trenchcoat; his dark brown-black hair has been pulled back into a braided ponytail. He appears quite large - perhaps 6'3" and 270 pounds. The man in the passenger's seat is smaller, apparently wearing a three-piece black Armani suit; his sandy-blond hair has been slicked back and oiled.)
(The lyrics of "Getaway Car" drift through the vehicle...)
The first time I saw you you were
Chasin down
A cyclone
All alone in the field
With railyards and clovers I kept rollin on
Never thought you'd wind up chasin
Me
(After a moment the man on the right speaks.)
PASSENGER: God...
DRIVER: Problem, Tony?
TONY: I just can't believe you, man. You're nuts. First MCW, then NFW, now you want to come back to-
DRIVER: Trust me, Tony. I can handle it.
TONY: Don't give me that sh*t, Chris. Last time you were in GXW, you barely got out alive.
(The driver is silent for a long moment.)
I settle down
I won't hesitate
To hit the highway
Before you leave me to waste no
I'll settle up and I'll help you find something to drive
Before you drown yourself
CHRIS: Don't worry about it, Tony. That... that was a dumbass mistake on my part.
TONY: You're damn right it was. Why the hell would you accept an unsanctioned match with a proven psychopath?
(Chris shrugs, leaning back to steer with the soft part of his leg just above his knee.)
CHRIS: I had a point to prove.
TONY: Oh, you did that. You also sent your health insurance into the stratosphere.
CHRIS: The adjuster's a dick. Blew it out of proportion-
TONY: Don't give me that. You were a wreck, Chris.
Your tired of walkin
And you loathe the ground
The sideway belly touched your feet
Black moons to slowly to hold you down
With ring hand you take it out on me
CHRIS: Yeah, I was. But last I checked, Devon left the company.
TONY: Yeah... but there are worse guys out there than him.
CHRIS: Like?
TONY: You know who.
CHRIS: You mean old sh*t-eater, huh? Heh... you're overstating the danger.
TONY: He put you through six tables.
CHRIS: And I came back the next night and wrestled. So what? Besides, he's not the one I'm after.
TONY: You mean...
(Tony is silent, finally raising both hands to his forehead in exasperation.)
TONY: Jesus, Chris, your insurance is going to soar to record heights at this rate.
Settle down
I won't hesitate to hit the highway
Before you leave me to waste
Saddle up and I'll help you find something to drive
Before you drive me insane
(There is silence for a moment)
TONY: Do you even care about yourself, Chris? Do you even care that it's a stupid idea to go after this guy? You know you're going to get murdered by him again.
CHRIS: Maybe.
TONY: Maybe?
CHRIS: Maybe.
So get yourself a car
Drive it all alone
Get ourselves a car
And ride it on the wind
Get yourself a car
And drive it all alone
Get yourself a car
And ride it on the wind yea
TONY: Not maybe, Chris - Every time. And now you want to go after him again?
CHRIS: Yep.
TONY: Oh, I give up... There's no reasoning with you.
CHRIS: Au contraire, Tony. I've got a very good reason for everything I do.
TONY: And what's the rationale behind this one, huh?
CHRIS: You know.
(Silence.)
Yea we'll settle down
I won't hesitate to hit the highway
Before you leave me to waste
Settle up and I'll help you find something to drive
Before you drive me insane
TONY: Right... I still think it's a stupid idea. But if you want to go after him... fine. Go ahead. Just don't come crying to me with a boot up your ass, Chris.
CHRIS: You're an old woman, Tony.
TONY: Hey, I'm the one who has to deal with the adjuster.
CHRIS: I know. That's why I hired you.
(Brief pause.)
CHRIS: There's our exit...
Get yourself a car
And drive it all alone
Get yourself a car
And ride it on the wind
Get yourself a car
And drive it all alone
Get yourself a car
And ride it on the wind
(The Monte Carlo pulls onto an offramp as we fade to black, the last riffs of the song fading into nothingness...)