Post by Steve Orbit on Mar 27, 2013 19:00:11 GMT -5
[Scene opens outside the Orbit/Ginger residence. It's a typical New England day in March-- a little bit of snow is still on the ground, but the sun is out. You can feel the nip in the air. Inside the large home, we find ourselves in the spacious living room. "The Mack" Steve Orbit and Havana Ginger sit on a black leather sofa, X-Box controllers in hand. They are facing a gigantic flatscreen hanging on the wall. As they play the game, they playfully shove each other while laughing. They're having a super fun time, taking full advantage of the rare opportunity they have to relax together. We can tell they are comfortable-- the robes are a dead giveaway, plus Orbit is unshaven and Havana's hair is a mess, thrown up in a bun.
The doorbell rings.]
Havana Ginger: Pause it, pause it.
[Havana gets up from the couch and leaves the room, presumably to answer the door. Orbit stretches and rubs the back of his head, lounging out. He takes a sip from the water bottle on the table in front of him. After a moment, Havana returns.]
Havana Ginger: Your sister is at the door. Why you never told me you have a sister?
[Orbit laughs.]
Steve Orbit: 'Cause I ain't got no fuckin' sister, 'Vana. Probably some groupie psycho. Tell her to beat it.
[Havana shrugs, turns around, and walks out of the room again. Orbit laughs to himself. After a moment, he hears the sound of Havana arguing with the visitor. Sensing danger, Orbit sighs and gets off the couch. He takes another sip of water.]
Steve Orbit: Fuckin' groupies.
[The camera follows Orbit as he walks from the living room down the hall, towards the front of the house. He reaches the front door and finds Havana physically blocking the strange woman from entering the house. Orbit walks over and breaks the two women up. Havana steps aside as Orbit stands in the doorway.]
Steve Orbit: Whachu want, an autograph? You wanna take my fuckin' picture?
[The woman is in her twenties, black, her hair neatly braided. She's wearing a long, black coat with a nice white blouse, black pants and booties. She speaks with a thick Jamaican accent... although I could totally write her lines in authentic Jamaican Patois, I won't, for the sake of readability. Just imagine a thick Jamaican accent, please.]
Woman: Me not one of your fans, Steve. My name is Anique Orbit... me is your sister. Me know you nah know about me, but please... let me explain.
[Orbit looks her up and down. He rubs his chin.]
Steve Orbit: You got ten seconds.
[The woman reaches into her purse. She pulls out a photo and hands it to Steve. He takes the picture, looking at it closely... the expression on his face falls. His eyes widen as he slowly shakes his head. Without a word, he pulls Anique by the arm into the house and shuts the door. Orbit turns to Havana.]
Steve Orbit: 'Vana, give us a minute, aight?
[Havana looks concerned. They whisper to each other.]
Havana Ginger: Steve, what's going on?
Steve Orbit: I dunno. She got a picture of my mom, I dunno what the fuck is goin' on. Just give me a minute, aight?
[Havana nods. She kisses Orbit before leaving the room. Orbit invites Anique into the living room, where they take a seat on the couch next to each other.]
Steve Orbit: You gotta bear with me for a minute-- this is fuckin' crazy. How did I not know I had a sister? My mom never told me that.
Anique Orbit: We have the same father. Marvin. My mother is in Jamaica. You is my half brother, mon.
Steve Orbit: So ain't you the little girl in the picture with my mom?
Anique Orbit: Yes, it's me. But Violet was not my mother.
[Orbit shakes his head in disbelief.]
Steve Orbit: So... wow! I mean... shit. What are you doin' in the states? What are you doin' at my house?
Anique Orbit: It's about your father... our father. Him very sick, mon. Him have a rare form of cancer, and him soon dead. Him want me to come here and ask you, in person, to come back to Jamaica to make peace with him. Him nah want to die without knowing him only son.
[Orbit laughs.]
Steve Orbit: You know what... fuck that. I done lived my whole life without the mother fucker, why would I wanna meet him now? Honestly, I'll probably just wanna knock his ass out. I'm not really interested, Anique.
Anique Orbit: Steve. Think about what you are saying, mon. Do you want to live the rest of your life, and die, knowing that you had a chance to meet your father, and you gave up that opportunity?
Steve Orbit: Shit, that's the way I had it planned, yeah.
[Anique starts to get a little emotional.]
Anique Orbit: Please, Steve. Him feel soooo bad about it. All him talk about is how his biggest mistake in life was losing his son... please, he just want to make amends with you.
Steve Orbit: Losing his son?! He ain't lose me, he fuckin' threw me away. That mother fucker beat the shit out of my momma, he damn near killed her. She had no choice but to leave, for her sake AND mine. FUCK... HIM.
Anique Orbit: Him soon die, mon.
Steve Orbit: So!? People I don't know die every second! [snaps his finger] There goes one. [snaps his finger] Another one. [snaps his finger] Another one down. Who gives a fuck? You live and you die, it ain't nothin'. But I ain't takin' time out of MY schedule-- you know I'm a wrestler, right? You know I got the biggest match of my CAREER on Sunday? Nah, I ain't takin' no time out for that mother fucker. You can tell him I said that. Tell him I hope God forgives him, 'cause I sure as hell don't.
[Anique turns her head away as we see a tear roll down her cheek. She lightly sobs, gets off the couch and begins to leave. Orbit sits, emotionless... until--]
Steve Orbit: Wait.
[Anique turns around, facing Orbit. Orbit gets up and walks towards her.]
Steve Orbit: I ain't never been to Jamaica. Always wanted to see it... you know, since I'm Jamaican and shit.
Anique Orbit: So you will come?
Steve Orbit: I mean, I just bought a jet. I can probably fly down for a day or two.
[Anique smiles, wiping tears from her eyes.]
Steve Orbit: Don't get it twisted-- I'ma come down on vacation. MAYBE I'll stop by and see... "Marvin". Maybe.
[Orbit hugs his sister. He yells to Havana--]
Steve Orbit: Havana! We goin' to Jamaica!
[Fade out.
Fade in. We are inside Orbit's private Gulfstream jet. It's upholstered in white leather with wood trim. Orbit sits in a reclining chair, next to one of the round windows. He's listening to music on his iPhone via Beats by Dre headphones, grooving in his seat. Havana and Anique sit on a rounded couch, making smalltalk. After a moment, Orbit takes the headphones off.]
Steve Orbit: 'Vana, what's a brother gotta do to get a drink around here?
[Havana rolls her eyes and smiles. She gets up and walks to the bar, pouring two glasses of Hennessey-- Anique declines her offer for a drink. Havana hands Orbit his glass, and they raise for a toast.]
Steve Orbit: ... To family.
[They toast. Anique gets up from her seat.]
Anique Orbit: I need to use the restroom.
[She heads towards the back of the plane. Orbit takes her empty seat, sitting next to Havana. He speaks quietly.]
Steve Orbit: Look... I smell a rat, baby. Somethin' ain't addin' up, you know what I'm sayin'?
[He produces a sheet of paper from inside his jacket.]
Steve Orbit: When we get to the hotel, I want you to make some calls for me. All the information you need is right here. These folks know the deal-- they'll figure this shit out for us, aight?
[Havana nods. She folds up the paper and puts it in her purse. Anique returns from the restroom. Orbit gets up, giving her back her spot on the couch. Havana and Anique smile at each other as she returns to her seat. Orbit heads back to his chair, and the headphones go back on. He reclines, closing his eyes... yet, he can't help himself, he begins to bop his head and dance in his seat once again. Fade out.
Fade in. We're in Ocho Rios, Jamaica. A taxi is seen dropping off Orbit, Havana and Anique in front of a large, beautiful house on the beach. Orbit grabs their bags from the trunk, and the taxi speeds off. They begin to walk up the shell driveway, towards the house. Orbit pulls his shades down to the bridge of his nose and begins to admire the house, and the scenery.]
Steve Orbit: God damn, my daddy's doin' aight for himself, huh? This is like... a white neighborhood, ain't it? Mostly Americans? Retirees and shit?
Anique Orbit: Yes, our father was a successful boxer for many years. They call him the Jamaican Jackhammer, mon. After he retire from boxing, he go into business with some other men. Very successful.
Steve Orbit: Damn. Like father like son, you know what I'm sayin'?
[Anique and Havana laugh. They continue walking towards the house. When they reach the door, Anique presses the buzzer. A few moments pass before the door opens-- standing in the door is Marvin Orbit, Steve Orbit's father. They are laying eyes on each other for the first time in either of their lives. Marvin is a big man-- a bit taller than Orbit, and definitely bigger. He has broad shoulders, and he's heavy, although his muscle tone has clearly deteriorated with age. Havana and Anique step back and watch as the two men study each other in silence. Breaking the silence, Steve puts his hand out to shake his father's hand.]
Steve Orbit: Steve.
[Marvin shakes his son's hand. He speaks with a thick Jamaican accent, although his proper English is better than Anique's.]
Marvin Orbit: Marvin.
[Marvin motions for them to enter the home. He hugs Anique as she enters. Steve introduces Havana. They go through the house and into a sunroom facing the ocean, the walls made almost entirely of glass. It's nicely furnished with retro decor. Anique takes Havana into an adjacent room, leaving the two men alone. They sit in matching chairs facing the ocean.]
Marvin Orbit: I cannot believe I live to see my bloodclot son after all these years, mon. I don't know what to say.
[Orbit takes a deep breath.]
Steve Orbit: Look man, I don't wanna ruin the moment and all that, but I gotta ask. Why the fuck did you never try to contact me? Why didn't you never answer when mom tried to call you?
Marvin Orbit: Steve, I--
Steve Orbit: You know what it's like to grow up without a fuckin' daddy? Nobody who gave a fuck whether or not I would grow up to be a peice of shit, or a mother fuckin' man? And then mom died, I was alone-- I'm still fuckin' alone, MARVIN. You couldn't at least TRY to give a fuck about me? Nothin' at all? Fuck, man, what the fuck?
[All of the emotion that has been stuffed away for so many years is starting to surface. Orbit holds back before speaking another word. Instead, Marvin begins to speak.]
Marvin Orbit: Steve, I understand why you have these feelings, mon. But I have to tell you my part of the story, so please listen. Violet left Jamaica when she became pregnant with you because she wanted to give you a better life, she wanted you to have a future... and I wanted that, too, mon. I wanted to grow my son in the "land of opportunity". So, I helped her get her Visa and she left for America-- after that, I never hear from her again, mon. Believe me... my son, I tried every way I could think of to locate her, but I could not. It was as if she disappeared.
[Orbit stares directly out into the sea, thinking about what he's being told by his father.]
Steve Orbit: But... nah. She used to call you all the fuckin' time, and you never answered. You never picked up the call.
Marvin Orbit: I cannot explain that to you. But I can assure you, if she had called me, I would have returned the call, mon. I was torn with regret for letting her go to the United States with my son. She was a woman who... she loved to have her own way, you understand? She was strong willed, mon. She wanted to have the American life, and nothing was going to stop her-- I felt like she left Jamaica behind. Left me behind.
Steve Orbit: So... why now? After all this time, why did you choose to look for me now?
[Marvin sighs.]
Marvin Orbit: Honestly, I gave up hope a long time ago. I thought I would never see you... I thought I had to let it go, mon. But then I saw you on television, wrestling... I heard the name Steve Orbit, and when I saw your face, I knew it was you. I knew you were my son.
[Orbit smiles and sighs... with relief. He lightly shakes his head, laughing a little.]
Steve Orbit: Damn... ain't that some shit.
Marvin Orbit: Also, I believe your sister, Anique, told you that my health is failing. I don't have much time left, mon, and I know that seeing you on TV... that was a gift from God, and a sign that I must contact you to right this wrong before I go to my final rest.
Steve Orbit: Honestly, you don't even look sick, homie. You actually look great. No wonder I'm such a beautiful mother fuckin' specimen. I knew my mom was fly, but now I know I got the double dose from both parents.
[Marvin laughs, and starts coughing.]
Marvin Orbit: Trust me, mon. This thing is killing me from the inside. I may not appear to be sick, but I am hurting all over. My days are indeed numbered.
Steve Orbit: Fuck, man. This is crazy. I mean, is there anything I can do to help you? It's kinda wack to meet my father after all these years, just to lose you again, you know what I'm sayin'?
Marvin Orbit: Well... the medical care in Jamaica is not so good. Even the best that money can buy in Jamaica would be considered to be of low quality compared to what you have in America, mon. The doctors have told me that if I was able to recieve care in the United States, I may be able to extend my life expectancy-- maybe even live a full life. But I wouldn't want to burden you with all of that, filing paperwork and applying for a green card.
Steve Orbit: You crazy?! Of course I'll do it, I'll file for you. Shit, I'll give you a place to stay when you come up, I'll set you up real nice. You'll have the finest of everything, homie. You'll have nurses that look so fine, you'll wanna STAY sick!
[The two men laugh. Marvin stands up and motions for Steve to come closer, and the two men hug. Tears start to flow down Steve's face as he hugs his father tighter than he's ever hugged anyone since his mother died. After the tender moment, the two men sit back down.]
Marvin Orbit: You want a drink?
Steve Orbit: Hell yeah, what you got? I don't drink that Jamaican overproof rum shit--
Marvin Orbit: How about Hennessey?
[Orbit laughs.]
Steve Orbit: God damn, my whole entire life is startin' to make sense.
Marvin Orbit: Cool, mon. Be right back.
[Marvin leaves the room. Orbit stares out at the sea with a grin on his face, shaking his head in disbelief. He clearly feels amazing and overwhelmed.
Just then...
Havana enters the room.]
Havana Ginger: Where is he?
Steve Orbit: Hey, baby, he just went to fix us some drinks--
[Havana kneels down next to Orbit's chair, whispering.]
Havana Ginger: Steve, baby, I got some bad news.
Steve Orbit: What? What you talkin' about?
Havana Ginger: Remember the paper you gave me? The shit you told me to check out?
[The expression on Orbit's face turns instantly. She continues.]
Havana Ginger: You don't have a half sister. Your father never had any other children.
Steve Orbit: What? What.. the fuck?
[Orbit starts shaking his head "no".]
Havana Ginger: Word around the parish is your father owes a lot of people money around here. And, if he's sick, nobody knows about it-- plus, there's no record of any hospital or doctor visits, so, we think that's bullshit, too. And the girl, Anique-- that's his girlfriend. They're fuckin' scamming you.
[Orbit shoots up from the chair.]
Steve Orbit: What the fuck 'Vana?
Havana Ginger: I don't know what y'all been talkin' about, but this whole thing sounds like bullshit. He's really your father, but it looks like that's where the truth starts and ends. I'm sorry, baby.
[Orbit kicks the chair over. Marvin is seen entering the room, a glass in each hand. Noticing the chair is kicked over, he stops in his tracks.]
Marvin Orbit: ... Is something wrong, son?
[Steve says nothing. He makes a direct sprint towards his father and swings a wild right hand-- Marvin ducks, dropping both glasses, booze and glass everywhere, and quickly catches Steve with a quick left-right combination. Steve jumps back to his feet-- but Marvin is squared up, both fists raised and ready to strike again.]
Marvin Orbit: You forgot I was a boxer, mon.
[Steve slams his hands on the wall in frustration.]
Steve Orbit: What the fuck is goin' on, Marvin? You send your bitch up to the States to bring me down here, for what? You need some fuckin' money, that it? Huh, mother fucker? After all these years?
[With Orbit backed against the wall, Marvin opens his hands and tries to talk his way out of it-- again, like father, like son.]
Marvin Orbit: Steve, understand where I'm coming from. I'm not making money like I used to, mon. I can make money in the States, I just need a Visa-- you're the only family I got, and if you file for me, I can be up there working in five or six months. Think about it... we can start over-- father and son, just you and me.
[Orbit looks disgusted. Havana shakes her head behind him. Just then, Anique walks in from another room, holding her jaw. Marvin turns his attention to her.]
Marvin Orbit: What happened to you?
[Anique points to Havana.]
Anique: That rassclot dutty whore punch me inna me face!
[Marvin turns around-- just in time for Havana to swing a wooden chair at his legs, while Orbit spears him into the wall. Marvin drops, coughing-- Orbit lands two right hands to his face, and then cocks his hand back alllll the way... PIMP SLAP. Anique charges after Havana, who grabs her by the hair and slams her face against the wall, causing her to fall to the ground unconscious.]
Steve Orbit: This is fuckin' bullshit, 'Vana. I always knew my father was a peice of shit, but this is unreal, yo. My mother was right about you, MARVIN.
Marvin Orbit: Your mother was nothing but a WHORE!
[Orbit begins to kick his father in the gut, over and over, until Havana pulls him off.]
Steve Orbit: My mother was a fuckin' angel. YOU a whore, mother fucker. You wanna use me, huh? For a mother fuckin' green card? Tell you what--
[Orbit pulls out his bill fold and peels off four or five hundred $US. He drops it on his father's battered body.]
Steve Orbit: This lil' money oughta fix all this fuckin' mess.
[Orbit grabs Havana by the arm and they begin to walk towards the front door of the house. Orbit yells back to his father--]
Steve Orbit: I hope I never see you again for the rest of my life. You fuckin' coward.
[Orbit spits on the floor. Marvin continues to yell at Steve as they leave the house. Steve ignores him and they exit through the front door. Fade out.
Fade in. Orbit and Havana are back in the jet, thirty thousand feet in the air, en route to Pennsylvania. Orbit is sunken into his recliner, a nearly-empty bottle of Hennessey in his hand. Havana sits in the seat across the aisle. She's got her own drink in one hand, as she browses an online shoestore on her tablet. Orbit looks sleepy, his eyes are red-- he's drunk.]
Steve Orbit: Aight 'Vana, bust it out.
[Havana looks over at him.]
Havana Ginger: Huh?
Steve Orbit: Bust that shit out, I'm fallin' asleep over here.
[Havana finishes her drink, and then goes into her purse. She unzips a pocket within the purse and produces a marble-sized baggie of off-white powder, which we can assume is her drug of choice-- cocaine.]
Havana Ginger: I only got a couple grams left, you lucky.
[She tosses the baggie to Steve.]
Steve Orbit: You don't want none?
Havana Ginger: Nah, I'm takin' me a nap.
Steve Orbit: Suit yourself.
[Orbit uses his teeth to open the knot, untying the baggie. He dumps out a small pile on the table in front of him. The plane shakes a little bit-- Orbit throws his hands over the pile. Looking angry, he presses a button over his head for the intercom to the pilot.]
Steve Orbit: Take it easy up there! Damn!
[He returns to the pile, using his American Express black card to seperate two lines from the pile. He rolls up a hundred dollar bill and goes to town, sniffing a line into each nostril. He tilts his head back and pinches the bridge of his nose, inhaling sharply. After a few seconds, he breathes a deep sigh and shakes his head quickly, feeling the effects. He mumbles something before taking up the credit card and starting to divide another line...
We find ourselves about an hour later. Steve is in nothing but his silk boxers, pacing around the aircraft. He's got "Outstanding" by the Gap Band playing over the surpringly booming sound system, and he's dancing around, using the empty Hennessey bottle as a mic. Somehow, Havana is sleeping through all of this, until Steve walks over to her. His eyes are wide, his speech is quick and jittery-- he shakes Havana.]
Steve Orbit: 'Vana!
[No response. He shakes her again and starts tapping her on the cheek.]
Steve Orbit: 'Vana!
[She slowly begins to wake, batting his hand away from her face.]
Havana Ginger: Stop.
Steve Orbit: Wake up, I need to talk to you!
[As she comes to, the booming music starts to annoy her, and she realizes she isn't going back to sleep. She sighs, growling. Orbit walks over to the minibar and grabs a bottle of red wine, pouring a glass for her.]
Steve Orbit: Just listen to me for a minute, aight? I need to talk to you.
[Orbit turns off the music. He takes a seat next to Havana as she sips her wine.]
Havana Ginger: Where's your fuckin' clothes?
Steve Orbit: I dunno, they around here-- listen, this trip was bullshit, huh?
Havana Ginger: What, you mean with your dad?
Steve Orbit: Of course that's what I mean. That was some bullshit. Tryin' to use me for a mother fuckin' green card and shit.
Havana Ginger: Yeah. I'm sorry, baby, but your father is a fuckin' douchebag.
Steve Orbit: I know. I mean, I always known he was-- but now it's like, I REALLY know. It's kinda good, you know what I'm sayin'? Closure and shit.
Havana Ginger: I hear you.
Steve Orbit: But yo-- I was just thinkin', when I was dancin' around in my drawers-- I wasted two whole days on that mother fucker, when I shoulda been gettin' ready for the biggest match of my fuckin' life.
Havana Ginger: Steve, don't trip. You got this.
Steve Orbit: I know, but when we get back, I really need to focus. For the rest of the week, focus. No bullshittin'. Fly called me out for a reason-- I'm the only one on the whole mother fuckin' roster who's on his level, nah mean? He's beat everybody-- I mean EVERYBODY. But I ain't phased, 'Vana, I swear. I never get caught up on what people done did in the past. Never. I ain't that type of pimp, you know what I'm sayin'?
Havana Ginger: I know you ain't.
[Orbit starts to get hype, using his hands to talk with his eyes bugging out of his head.]
Steve Orbit: Fly KNOWS I can beat him. He knows it. He put my career on the line because he knew it would make me WORK. He knew it would bring out the mother fuckin' BEST in a nigga, nah mean? He wants me to be the one to beat him, he wants me to be the fuckin'... the next big thing. He practically said it himself-- he said it should be ME on top, not Eric Price. And let me tell you like this-- when I beat Jonny Fly, that makes me the next big thing, INSTANTLY. That makes me bigger than the World champion. That makes me mother fuckin' legendary. One win. It's some serious shit, it's some real deep shit, nah mean? I mean, fuck-- I been waitin' for this match since I got here. I been preparin' for this match since I got here. It's time to show everybody who the fuck I am. It's time for the Mack to PEAK. Nah mean?
[Havana gives Steve a.. strange look.]
Havana Ginger: You aight? How much of that shit did you sniff up?
Steve Orbit: I dunno, most of it-- anyway, that ain't the point. The point is, I'm HERE, baby. After Explosion, I HAVE ARRIVED. Nah mean? This is the shit that dreams are made of, baby. We goin' to Disneyland. They love me, they really love me, that type of shit. Nah mean?
[Havana shakes her head.]
Havana Ginger: You ain't makin' no damn sense. I'm goin' back to sleep.
Steve Orbit: Wait, wait! Listen to this, I was just thinkin'-- Fly WANTS me to beat him. He don't wanna be unbeatable anymore. He's tired of bein' the mother fuckin' superhero. You know how much pressure that is? To know you can't lose, to know that every time you step into the ring, the entire WORLD is expectin' you to win EVERY SINGLE TIME?! Fuck, 'Vana. That is some shit. And I'm tellin' you man, Fly is goin' part-time, he's behind the desk, pullin' strings-- he don't wanna be that guy no more. He knows I'm the only one who has the SACK to step into the ring with Jonny Fly and walk out with a fuckin' victory. He knows I'm the only one who MAKES SENSE. Straight up, baby. Nah mean?!
[Havana's eyes are closed. She's ignoring Steve's rambling.]
Steve Orbit: NAH MEAN?
[Havana forces her eyes to stay closed. She looks angry. Steve shrugs, taking her glass of wine and drinking it. He mumbles to himself.]
Steve Orbit: Fuck up thing is, Fly will probably punk me for all this bullshit. His daddy's a super cool secret agent, and my daddy ain't shit.
[Orbit chuckles. He goes back to the other side of the aisle to the pile of coke on the table and chops down another line... using the remote for the stereo system, he pumps the music once again. This time, it's "My Prerogative" by Bobby Brown. Orbit does the line and begins to bob his head to the music... and with that, we fade out.]
The doorbell rings.]
Havana Ginger: Pause it, pause it.
[Havana gets up from the couch and leaves the room, presumably to answer the door. Orbit stretches and rubs the back of his head, lounging out. He takes a sip from the water bottle on the table in front of him. After a moment, Havana returns.]
Havana Ginger: Your sister is at the door. Why you never told me you have a sister?
[Orbit laughs.]
Steve Orbit: 'Cause I ain't got no fuckin' sister, 'Vana. Probably some groupie psycho. Tell her to beat it.
[Havana shrugs, turns around, and walks out of the room again. Orbit laughs to himself. After a moment, he hears the sound of Havana arguing with the visitor. Sensing danger, Orbit sighs and gets off the couch. He takes another sip of water.]
Steve Orbit: Fuckin' groupies.
[The camera follows Orbit as he walks from the living room down the hall, towards the front of the house. He reaches the front door and finds Havana physically blocking the strange woman from entering the house. Orbit walks over and breaks the two women up. Havana steps aside as Orbit stands in the doorway.]
Steve Orbit: Whachu want, an autograph? You wanna take my fuckin' picture?
[The woman is in her twenties, black, her hair neatly braided. She's wearing a long, black coat with a nice white blouse, black pants and booties. She speaks with a thick Jamaican accent... although I could totally write her lines in authentic Jamaican Patois, I won't, for the sake of readability. Just imagine a thick Jamaican accent, please.]
Woman: Me not one of your fans, Steve. My name is Anique Orbit... me is your sister. Me know you nah know about me, but please... let me explain.
[Orbit looks her up and down. He rubs his chin.]
Steve Orbit: You got ten seconds.
[The woman reaches into her purse. She pulls out a photo and hands it to Steve. He takes the picture, looking at it closely... the expression on his face falls. His eyes widen as he slowly shakes his head. Without a word, he pulls Anique by the arm into the house and shuts the door. Orbit turns to Havana.]
Steve Orbit: 'Vana, give us a minute, aight?
[Havana looks concerned. They whisper to each other.]
Havana Ginger: Steve, what's going on?
Steve Orbit: I dunno. She got a picture of my mom, I dunno what the fuck is goin' on. Just give me a minute, aight?
[Havana nods. She kisses Orbit before leaving the room. Orbit invites Anique into the living room, where they take a seat on the couch next to each other.]
Steve Orbit: You gotta bear with me for a minute-- this is fuckin' crazy. How did I not know I had a sister? My mom never told me that.
Anique Orbit: We have the same father. Marvin. My mother is in Jamaica. You is my half brother, mon.
Steve Orbit: So ain't you the little girl in the picture with my mom?
Anique Orbit: Yes, it's me. But Violet was not my mother.
[Orbit shakes his head in disbelief.]
Steve Orbit: So... wow! I mean... shit. What are you doin' in the states? What are you doin' at my house?
Anique Orbit: It's about your father... our father. Him very sick, mon. Him have a rare form of cancer, and him soon dead. Him want me to come here and ask you, in person, to come back to Jamaica to make peace with him. Him nah want to die without knowing him only son.
[Orbit laughs.]
Steve Orbit: You know what... fuck that. I done lived my whole life without the mother fucker, why would I wanna meet him now? Honestly, I'll probably just wanna knock his ass out. I'm not really interested, Anique.
Anique Orbit: Steve. Think about what you are saying, mon. Do you want to live the rest of your life, and die, knowing that you had a chance to meet your father, and you gave up that opportunity?
Steve Orbit: Shit, that's the way I had it planned, yeah.
[Anique starts to get a little emotional.]
Anique Orbit: Please, Steve. Him feel soooo bad about it. All him talk about is how his biggest mistake in life was losing his son... please, he just want to make amends with you.
Steve Orbit: Losing his son?! He ain't lose me, he fuckin' threw me away. That mother fucker beat the shit out of my momma, he damn near killed her. She had no choice but to leave, for her sake AND mine. FUCK... HIM.
Anique Orbit: Him soon die, mon.
Steve Orbit: So!? People I don't know die every second! [snaps his finger] There goes one. [snaps his finger] Another one. [snaps his finger] Another one down. Who gives a fuck? You live and you die, it ain't nothin'. But I ain't takin' time out of MY schedule-- you know I'm a wrestler, right? You know I got the biggest match of my CAREER on Sunday? Nah, I ain't takin' no time out for that mother fucker. You can tell him I said that. Tell him I hope God forgives him, 'cause I sure as hell don't.
[Anique turns her head away as we see a tear roll down her cheek. She lightly sobs, gets off the couch and begins to leave. Orbit sits, emotionless... until--]
Steve Orbit: Wait.
[Anique turns around, facing Orbit. Orbit gets up and walks towards her.]
Steve Orbit: I ain't never been to Jamaica. Always wanted to see it... you know, since I'm Jamaican and shit.
Anique Orbit: So you will come?
Steve Orbit: I mean, I just bought a jet. I can probably fly down for a day or two.
[Anique smiles, wiping tears from her eyes.]
Steve Orbit: Don't get it twisted-- I'ma come down on vacation. MAYBE I'll stop by and see... "Marvin". Maybe.
[Orbit hugs his sister. He yells to Havana--]
Steve Orbit: Havana! We goin' to Jamaica!
[Fade out.
Fade in. We are inside Orbit's private Gulfstream jet. It's upholstered in white leather with wood trim. Orbit sits in a reclining chair, next to one of the round windows. He's listening to music on his iPhone via Beats by Dre headphones, grooving in his seat. Havana and Anique sit on a rounded couch, making smalltalk. After a moment, Orbit takes the headphones off.]
Steve Orbit: 'Vana, what's a brother gotta do to get a drink around here?
[Havana rolls her eyes and smiles. She gets up and walks to the bar, pouring two glasses of Hennessey-- Anique declines her offer for a drink. Havana hands Orbit his glass, and they raise for a toast.]
Steve Orbit: ... To family.
[They toast. Anique gets up from her seat.]
Anique Orbit: I need to use the restroom.
[She heads towards the back of the plane. Orbit takes her empty seat, sitting next to Havana. He speaks quietly.]
Steve Orbit: Look... I smell a rat, baby. Somethin' ain't addin' up, you know what I'm sayin'?
[He produces a sheet of paper from inside his jacket.]
Steve Orbit: When we get to the hotel, I want you to make some calls for me. All the information you need is right here. These folks know the deal-- they'll figure this shit out for us, aight?
[Havana nods. She folds up the paper and puts it in her purse. Anique returns from the restroom. Orbit gets up, giving her back her spot on the couch. Havana and Anique smile at each other as she returns to her seat. Orbit heads back to his chair, and the headphones go back on. He reclines, closing his eyes... yet, he can't help himself, he begins to bop his head and dance in his seat once again. Fade out.
Fade in. We're in Ocho Rios, Jamaica. A taxi is seen dropping off Orbit, Havana and Anique in front of a large, beautiful house on the beach. Orbit grabs their bags from the trunk, and the taxi speeds off. They begin to walk up the shell driveway, towards the house. Orbit pulls his shades down to the bridge of his nose and begins to admire the house, and the scenery.]
Steve Orbit: God damn, my daddy's doin' aight for himself, huh? This is like... a white neighborhood, ain't it? Mostly Americans? Retirees and shit?
Anique Orbit: Yes, our father was a successful boxer for many years. They call him the Jamaican Jackhammer, mon. After he retire from boxing, he go into business with some other men. Very successful.
Steve Orbit: Damn. Like father like son, you know what I'm sayin'?
[Anique and Havana laugh. They continue walking towards the house. When they reach the door, Anique presses the buzzer. A few moments pass before the door opens-- standing in the door is Marvin Orbit, Steve Orbit's father. They are laying eyes on each other for the first time in either of their lives. Marvin is a big man-- a bit taller than Orbit, and definitely bigger. He has broad shoulders, and he's heavy, although his muscle tone has clearly deteriorated with age. Havana and Anique step back and watch as the two men study each other in silence. Breaking the silence, Steve puts his hand out to shake his father's hand.]
Steve Orbit: Steve.
[Marvin shakes his son's hand. He speaks with a thick Jamaican accent, although his proper English is better than Anique's.]
Marvin Orbit: Marvin.
[Marvin motions for them to enter the home. He hugs Anique as she enters. Steve introduces Havana. They go through the house and into a sunroom facing the ocean, the walls made almost entirely of glass. It's nicely furnished with retro decor. Anique takes Havana into an adjacent room, leaving the two men alone. They sit in matching chairs facing the ocean.]
Marvin Orbit: I cannot believe I live to see my bloodclot son after all these years, mon. I don't know what to say.
[Orbit takes a deep breath.]
Steve Orbit: Look man, I don't wanna ruin the moment and all that, but I gotta ask. Why the fuck did you never try to contact me? Why didn't you never answer when mom tried to call you?
Marvin Orbit: Steve, I--
Steve Orbit: You know what it's like to grow up without a fuckin' daddy? Nobody who gave a fuck whether or not I would grow up to be a peice of shit, or a mother fuckin' man? And then mom died, I was alone-- I'm still fuckin' alone, MARVIN. You couldn't at least TRY to give a fuck about me? Nothin' at all? Fuck, man, what the fuck?
[All of the emotion that has been stuffed away for so many years is starting to surface. Orbit holds back before speaking another word. Instead, Marvin begins to speak.]
Marvin Orbit: Steve, I understand why you have these feelings, mon. But I have to tell you my part of the story, so please listen. Violet left Jamaica when she became pregnant with you because she wanted to give you a better life, she wanted you to have a future... and I wanted that, too, mon. I wanted to grow my son in the "land of opportunity". So, I helped her get her Visa and she left for America-- after that, I never hear from her again, mon. Believe me... my son, I tried every way I could think of to locate her, but I could not. It was as if she disappeared.
[Orbit stares directly out into the sea, thinking about what he's being told by his father.]
Steve Orbit: But... nah. She used to call you all the fuckin' time, and you never answered. You never picked up the call.
Marvin Orbit: I cannot explain that to you. But I can assure you, if she had called me, I would have returned the call, mon. I was torn with regret for letting her go to the United States with my son. She was a woman who... she loved to have her own way, you understand? She was strong willed, mon. She wanted to have the American life, and nothing was going to stop her-- I felt like she left Jamaica behind. Left me behind.
Steve Orbit: So... why now? After all this time, why did you choose to look for me now?
[Marvin sighs.]
Marvin Orbit: Honestly, I gave up hope a long time ago. I thought I would never see you... I thought I had to let it go, mon. But then I saw you on television, wrestling... I heard the name Steve Orbit, and when I saw your face, I knew it was you. I knew you were my son.
[Orbit smiles and sighs... with relief. He lightly shakes his head, laughing a little.]
Steve Orbit: Damn... ain't that some shit.
Marvin Orbit: Also, I believe your sister, Anique, told you that my health is failing. I don't have much time left, mon, and I know that seeing you on TV... that was a gift from God, and a sign that I must contact you to right this wrong before I go to my final rest.
Steve Orbit: Honestly, you don't even look sick, homie. You actually look great. No wonder I'm such a beautiful mother fuckin' specimen. I knew my mom was fly, but now I know I got the double dose from both parents.
[Marvin laughs, and starts coughing.]
Marvin Orbit: Trust me, mon. This thing is killing me from the inside. I may not appear to be sick, but I am hurting all over. My days are indeed numbered.
Steve Orbit: Fuck, man. This is crazy. I mean, is there anything I can do to help you? It's kinda wack to meet my father after all these years, just to lose you again, you know what I'm sayin'?
Marvin Orbit: Well... the medical care in Jamaica is not so good. Even the best that money can buy in Jamaica would be considered to be of low quality compared to what you have in America, mon. The doctors have told me that if I was able to recieve care in the United States, I may be able to extend my life expectancy-- maybe even live a full life. But I wouldn't want to burden you with all of that, filing paperwork and applying for a green card.
Steve Orbit: You crazy?! Of course I'll do it, I'll file for you. Shit, I'll give you a place to stay when you come up, I'll set you up real nice. You'll have the finest of everything, homie. You'll have nurses that look so fine, you'll wanna STAY sick!
[The two men laugh. Marvin stands up and motions for Steve to come closer, and the two men hug. Tears start to flow down Steve's face as he hugs his father tighter than he's ever hugged anyone since his mother died. After the tender moment, the two men sit back down.]
Marvin Orbit: You want a drink?
Steve Orbit: Hell yeah, what you got? I don't drink that Jamaican overproof rum shit--
Marvin Orbit: How about Hennessey?
[Orbit laughs.]
Steve Orbit: God damn, my whole entire life is startin' to make sense.
Marvin Orbit: Cool, mon. Be right back.
[Marvin leaves the room. Orbit stares out at the sea with a grin on his face, shaking his head in disbelief. He clearly feels amazing and overwhelmed.
Just then...
Havana enters the room.]
Havana Ginger: Where is he?
Steve Orbit: Hey, baby, he just went to fix us some drinks--
[Havana kneels down next to Orbit's chair, whispering.]
Havana Ginger: Steve, baby, I got some bad news.
Steve Orbit: What? What you talkin' about?
Havana Ginger: Remember the paper you gave me? The shit you told me to check out?
[The expression on Orbit's face turns instantly. She continues.]
Havana Ginger: You don't have a half sister. Your father never had any other children.
Steve Orbit: What? What.. the fuck?
[Orbit starts shaking his head "no".]
Havana Ginger: Word around the parish is your father owes a lot of people money around here. And, if he's sick, nobody knows about it-- plus, there's no record of any hospital or doctor visits, so, we think that's bullshit, too. And the girl, Anique-- that's his girlfriend. They're fuckin' scamming you.
[Orbit shoots up from the chair.]
Steve Orbit: What the fuck 'Vana?
Havana Ginger: I don't know what y'all been talkin' about, but this whole thing sounds like bullshit. He's really your father, but it looks like that's where the truth starts and ends. I'm sorry, baby.
[Orbit kicks the chair over. Marvin is seen entering the room, a glass in each hand. Noticing the chair is kicked over, he stops in his tracks.]
Marvin Orbit: ... Is something wrong, son?
[Steve says nothing. He makes a direct sprint towards his father and swings a wild right hand-- Marvin ducks, dropping both glasses, booze and glass everywhere, and quickly catches Steve with a quick left-right combination. Steve jumps back to his feet-- but Marvin is squared up, both fists raised and ready to strike again.]
Marvin Orbit: You forgot I was a boxer, mon.
[Steve slams his hands on the wall in frustration.]
Steve Orbit: What the fuck is goin' on, Marvin? You send your bitch up to the States to bring me down here, for what? You need some fuckin' money, that it? Huh, mother fucker? After all these years?
[With Orbit backed against the wall, Marvin opens his hands and tries to talk his way out of it-- again, like father, like son.]
Marvin Orbit: Steve, understand where I'm coming from. I'm not making money like I used to, mon. I can make money in the States, I just need a Visa-- you're the only family I got, and if you file for me, I can be up there working in five or six months. Think about it... we can start over-- father and son, just you and me.
[Orbit looks disgusted. Havana shakes her head behind him. Just then, Anique walks in from another room, holding her jaw. Marvin turns his attention to her.]
Marvin Orbit: What happened to you?
[Anique points to Havana.]
Anique: That rassclot dutty whore punch me inna me face!
[Marvin turns around-- just in time for Havana to swing a wooden chair at his legs, while Orbit spears him into the wall. Marvin drops, coughing-- Orbit lands two right hands to his face, and then cocks his hand back alllll the way... PIMP SLAP. Anique charges after Havana, who grabs her by the hair and slams her face against the wall, causing her to fall to the ground unconscious.]
Steve Orbit: This is fuckin' bullshit, 'Vana. I always knew my father was a peice of shit, but this is unreal, yo. My mother was right about you, MARVIN.
Marvin Orbit: Your mother was nothing but a WHORE!
[Orbit begins to kick his father in the gut, over and over, until Havana pulls him off.]
Steve Orbit: My mother was a fuckin' angel. YOU a whore, mother fucker. You wanna use me, huh? For a mother fuckin' green card? Tell you what--
[Orbit pulls out his bill fold and peels off four or five hundred $US. He drops it on his father's battered body.]
Steve Orbit: This lil' money oughta fix all this fuckin' mess.
[Orbit grabs Havana by the arm and they begin to walk towards the front door of the house. Orbit yells back to his father--]
Steve Orbit: I hope I never see you again for the rest of my life. You fuckin' coward.
[Orbit spits on the floor. Marvin continues to yell at Steve as they leave the house. Steve ignores him and they exit through the front door. Fade out.
Fade in. Orbit and Havana are back in the jet, thirty thousand feet in the air, en route to Pennsylvania. Orbit is sunken into his recliner, a nearly-empty bottle of Hennessey in his hand. Havana sits in the seat across the aisle. She's got her own drink in one hand, as she browses an online shoestore on her tablet. Orbit looks sleepy, his eyes are red-- he's drunk.]
Steve Orbit: Aight 'Vana, bust it out.
[Havana looks over at him.]
Havana Ginger: Huh?
Steve Orbit: Bust that shit out, I'm fallin' asleep over here.
[Havana finishes her drink, and then goes into her purse. She unzips a pocket within the purse and produces a marble-sized baggie of off-white powder, which we can assume is her drug of choice-- cocaine.]
Havana Ginger: I only got a couple grams left, you lucky.
[She tosses the baggie to Steve.]
Steve Orbit: You don't want none?
Havana Ginger: Nah, I'm takin' me a nap.
Steve Orbit: Suit yourself.
[Orbit uses his teeth to open the knot, untying the baggie. He dumps out a small pile on the table in front of him. The plane shakes a little bit-- Orbit throws his hands over the pile. Looking angry, he presses a button over his head for the intercom to the pilot.]
Steve Orbit: Take it easy up there! Damn!
[He returns to the pile, using his American Express black card to seperate two lines from the pile. He rolls up a hundred dollar bill and goes to town, sniffing a line into each nostril. He tilts his head back and pinches the bridge of his nose, inhaling sharply. After a few seconds, he breathes a deep sigh and shakes his head quickly, feeling the effects. He mumbles something before taking up the credit card and starting to divide another line...
We find ourselves about an hour later. Steve is in nothing but his silk boxers, pacing around the aircraft. He's got "Outstanding" by the Gap Band playing over the surpringly booming sound system, and he's dancing around, using the empty Hennessey bottle as a mic. Somehow, Havana is sleeping through all of this, until Steve walks over to her. His eyes are wide, his speech is quick and jittery-- he shakes Havana.]
Steve Orbit: 'Vana!
[No response. He shakes her again and starts tapping her on the cheek.]
Steve Orbit: 'Vana!
[She slowly begins to wake, batting his hand away from her face.]
Havana Ginger: Stop.
Steve Orbit: Wake up, I need to talk to you!
[As she comes to, the booming music starts to annoy her, and she realizes she isn't going back to sleep. She sighs, growling. Orbit walks over to the minibar and grabs a bottle of red wine, pouring a glass for her.]
Steve Orbit: Just listen to me for a minute, aight? I need to talk to you.
[Orbit turns off the music. He takes a seat next to Havana as she sips her wine.]
Havana Ginger: Where's your fuckin' clothes?
Steve Orbit: I dunno, they around here-- listen, this trip was bullshit, huh?
Havana Ginger: What, you mean with your dad?
Steve Orbit: Of course that's what I mean. That was some bullshit. Tryin' to use me for a mother fuckin' green card and shit.
Havana Ginger: Yeah. I'm sorry, baby, but your father is a fuckin' douchebag.
Steve Orbit: I know. I mean, I always known he was-- but now it's like, I REALLY know. It's kinda good, you know what I'm sayin'? Closure and shit.
Havana Ginger: I hear you.
Steve Orbit: But yo-- I was just thinkin', when I was dancin' around in my drawers-- I wasted two whole days on that mother fucker, when I shoulda been gettin' ready for the biggest match of my fuckin' life.
Havana Ginger: Steve, don't trip. You got this.
Steve Orbit: I know, but when we get back, I really need to focus. For the rest of the week, focus. No bullshittin'. Fly called me out for a reason-- I'm the only one on the whole mother fuckin' roster who's on his level, nah mean? He's beat everybody-- I mean EVERYBODY. But I ain't phased, 'Vana, I swear. I never get caught up on what people done did in the past. Never. I ain't that type of pimp, you know what I'm sayin'?
Havana Ginger: I know you ain't.
[Orbit starts to get hype, using his hands to talk with his eyes bugging out of his head.]
Steve Orbit: Fly KNOWS I can beat him. He knows it. He put my career on the line because he knew it would make me WORK. He knew it would bring out the mother fuckin' BEST in a nigga, nah mean? He wants me to be the one to beat him, he wants me to be the fuckin'... the next big thing. He practically said it himself-- he said it should be ME on top, not Eric Price. And let me tell you like this-- when I beat Jonny Fly, that makes me the next big thing, INSTANTLY. That makes me bigger than the World champion. That makes me mother fuckin' legendary. One win. It's some serious shit, it's some real deep shit, nah mean? I mean, fuck-- I been waitin' for this match since I got here. I been preparin' for this match since I got here. It's time to show everybody who the fuck I am. It's time for the Mack to PEAK. Nah mean?
[Havana gives Steve a.. strange look.]
Havana Ginger: You aight? How much of that shit did you sniff up?
Steve Orbit: I dunno, most of it-- anyway, that ain't the point. The point is, I'm HERE, baby. After Explosion, I HAVE ARRIVED. Nah mean? This is the shit that dreams are made of, baby. We goin' to Disneyland. They love me, they really love me, that type of shit. Nah mean?
[Havana shakes her head.]
Havana Ginger: You ain't makin' no damn sense. I'm goin' back to sleep.
Steve Orbit: Wait, wait! Listen to this, I was just thinkin'-- Fly WANTS me to beat him. He don't wanna be unbeatable anymore. He's tired of bein' the mother fuckin' superhero. You know how much pressure that is? To know you can't lose, to know that every time you step into the ring, the entire WORLD is expectin' you to win EVERY SINGLE TIME?! Fuck, 'Vana. That is some shit. And I'm tellin' you man, Fly is goin' part-time, he's behind the desk, pullin' strings-- he don't wanna be that guy no more. He knows I'm the only one who has the SACK to step into the ring with Jonny Fly and walk out with a fuckin' victory. He knows I'm the only one who MAKES SENSE. Straight up, baby. Nah mean?!
[Havana's eyes are closed. She's ignoring Steve's rambling.]
Steve Orbit: NAH MEAN?
[Havana forces her eyes to stay closed. She looks angry. Steve shrugs, taking her glass of wine and drinking it. He mumbles to himself.]
Steve Orbit: Fuck up thing is, Fly will probably punk me for all this bullshit. His daddy's a super cool secret agent, and my daddy ain't shit.
[Orbit chuckles. He goes back to the other side of the aisle to the pile of coke on the table and chops down another line... using the remote for the stereo system, he pumps the music once again. This time, it's "My Prerogative" by Bobby Brown. Orbit does the line and begins to bob his head to the music... and with that, we fade out.]