Post by Jonny Fly on Dec 20, 2013 9:46:10 GMT -5
The following is a collaborative effort of Jonny Fly & Steve Orbit
Jonny Fly sits alone in this living room. He has his feet up on an ottoman and is playing on an iPad. He’s probably looking up tactics on how to shoot Steve Orbit in the face and get away with it. Anyway, a vibration is heard. Fly reaches into his pocket and takes out his phone. He sets the phone on speaker and answers an incoming call.
Fly: This is Fly.
Simpson: Fly, it’s Simpson.
Fly: This is an unexpected call. Is everything alright?
Simpson: Bad news, my friend. The FBI knows about me. Orbit had some evidence that you and I were involved. They’re letting him out and coming after us. Those fuckers gave him immunity.
Fly immediately stands to his feet, a look of concern in his face.
Fly: Wait a second, how do you know all of this?
Simpson: I had a lot invested in this, so I’ve been bugging Hutchins’ interrogations with Orbit. That motherfucker turned around everything we pinned on him. They’re looking for me already. I’m on the run. They’ll be coming after you soon enough.
Fly: Where are you?
Simpson: Just picked up this burn phone from a store in uptown. I’m trying to get out of the city.
Fly: Nonsense. I’ll pick you up. If they can’t get to you, they won’t be able to get to me.
Simpson: You’re not hearing me, Fly. They have the evidence. They have everything they need. It’s over. You should get out of town too.
Fly lifts his hand to his head and runs his fingers through his hair, thinking.
Fly: Where is the evidence being held?
Simpson: What? Don’t worry about the evidence. Get out of town, Fly.
Fly: No. Tell me where the evidence is. I’m going after it. Without that and without you, they have nothing on me.
There’s a long sigh at the other end of the phone.
Simpson: It’s an impossible task. From what I’ve gathered, the evidence is at both Federal Plaza and City Hall. Previous evidence was filed at City Hall and Orbit’s new evidence is being held at Federal Plaza where it was analyzed. As is protocol, agents will be gathering the evidence and taking it to the courthouse to get a warrant for our arrest. Once the courts have it, it’s over.
Fly: Let me get this straight. To steal the evidence I need to find a way into BOTH buildings in the next few hours or the evidence will be in front of a judge?
Simpson: Like I said, impossible. If it makes you feel any better, the FBI has no intention of allowing Orbit to get away with what he’s done. They told him they’d give him immunity, but it was a lie. Hutchins wants all of us behind bars. Everyone involved. As soon as we go down, they’re going to pick him back up.
Fly pauses, thinking again.
Fly: Maybe not with two people. Look, tell me where you are so I can pick you up. I’ll help you get out of the city. Then, I’m going after the evidence.
Simpson: Fine. Meet me at Fort Washington Park. I’ll be there in twenty minutes.
Fly looks at his watch.
Fly: Perfect. I’ll see you then.
Fly hangs up the phone. He walks out of the living room and into his kitchen. He opens a drawer in his center island and takes out his 9mm pistol and tucks it under his shirt.
Fly: It looks like it’s time to retire Agent Simpson.
Fly tucks his shirt back in and heads toward the front door. The scene comes to an end.
Our scene picks back up on West 45th street, in an alley outside of the Penthouse Executive Club, a high-end strip club. In the alleyway, we see "The Mack" Steve Orbit leaving out of a side door, laughing with the two strippers he was seen with earlier. The girls go inside. He pops a Black & Mild in his mouth and lights it.
From the shadows, Jonny Fly speaks.
Fly: Hello, Steve.
Orbit spins around.
Orbit: You got some nerve showin’ up here motherfucker.
Fly stands up and hold up his hands.
Fly: I know. Give me a second before you do anything stupid. I’m here to tell you something.
Orbit shakes his head ‘no.’
Orbit: Nah Fly, I don’t give a fuck what you got to say. You goin’ down for all you’ve done and I’m not going to be seen speakin’ with you. You’re finished, homie. It’s just a matter of time.
Fly: You’re right. I know I’m finished. That’s why I’m here.
Orbit scowls at Fly.
Orbit: You come to apologize? A little late for that.
Fly: Come on Steve, you know me better than that by now. You think my last act as a free man is going to be to apologize to someone? I know that this is the end for me. What I came to tell you is that it’s also the end for you.
Orbit looks down at Fly’s side and sees a gun tucked underneath his shirt. Upon further inspection he sees the small stain of blood spatter on his shirt. Instinctively, Orbit reaches to the seat of his pants for his pistol-- Fly notices, and reaches for his. Neither man draws.
Orbit: You here to shoot me?
Fly: Absolutely not. I’m here to save you, and in effect, save myself. Michael Simpson is dead. He bugged your interrogation and found out that you were being let free. He also found out that the bureau has no intention of letting him, me…or you…off the hook for what we’ve done. They’re cleaning up house, Orbit. None of us are going to be spared.
Orbit: I don’t believe you. I’ve got a signed document giving me immunity. I’m testifyin’ against you.
Fly: They offered me the same deal.
Orbit pauses for a moment. He’s been betrayed by Jonny Fly. He no longer believes a word he says.
Fly: Simpson is gone because by the end of the day he was going to be the FBI’s only witness against us. The evidence they have is locked away at Federal Plaza and City Hall. They’re taking it to the courthouse in just a few short hours to go in front of a judge and get warrants for both of our arrests. I’m going after it, but I need help.
Orbit shakes his head vehemently.
Orbit: I ain’t doing shit for you, Fly. You on your own. I got nothing to worry about.
Fly: You shot a man, Steve. They’re not going to let you walk away from that hands clean. You can trust me or not, and I don’t blame you for not. If you don’t do this with me, I’ll go after the evidence all on my own. Even if I don't get it all, I'll get some...and I'll expose you to the world.
That’s a new perspective on this. Does Orbit really want Fly to hold evidence against him? The Mack considers that very question before answering.
Orbit: What’s your angle here? I take one place, you take the other, we hit at the same time, grab the evidence, and then burn it?
Fly: Pretty much. It’s nearly impossible for one man to get into both places and steal the evidence in one afternoon. I need you to do this. YOU need you to do this. Without that evidence and without Simpson, this is over. For good.
Orbit again pauses, thinking.
Orbit: Aight, Fly. I’m in. Let me make this clear, I’m doing this for me. I’ll be damned if I’m going to let you get evidence against me. We get what we need, we meet, and then we fuckin’ burn it. Anything less…and I’ll bury you.
Fly nods his head and stick out his hand.
Fly: Partners.
Orbit grasps the hand.
Orbit: Not partners. Competitors. Fastest one to get the evidence gets the pleasure of taking the first shot at One. If it’s me, your ass isn’t going to be getting up.
Fly smiles.
Fly: Not a chance in hell, my friend.
Fly and Orbit break their handshake. Fly begins walking away. As he does, Orbit yells back.
Orbit: We will never be friends.
The scene closes.
Jonny Fly sits alone in this living room. He has his feet up on an ottoman and is playing on an iPad. He’s probably looking up tactics on how to shoot Steve Orbit in the face and get away with it. Anyway, a vibration is heard. Fly reaches into his pocket and takes out his phone. He sets the phone on speaker and answers an incoming call.
Fly: This is Fly.
Simpson: Fly, it’s Simpson.
Fly: This is an unexpected call. Is everything alright?
Simpson: Bad news, my friend. The FBI knows about me. Orbit had some evidence that you and I were involved. They’re letting him out and coming after us. Those fuckers gave him immunity.
Fly immediately stands to his feet, a look of concern in his face.
Fly: Wait a second, how do you know all of this?
Simpson: I had a lot invested in this, so I’ve been bugging Hutchins’ interrogations with Orbit. That motherfucker turned around everything we pinned on him. They’re looking for me already. I’m on the run. They’ll be coming after you soon enough.
Fly: Where are you?
Simpson: Just picked up this burn phone from a store in uptown. I’m trying to get out of the city.
Fly: Nonsense. I’ll pick you up. If they can’t get to you, they won’t be able to get to me.
Simpson: You’re not hearing me, Fly. They have the evidence. They have everything they need. It’s over. You should get out of town too.
Fly lifts his hand to his head and runs his fingers through his hair, thinking.
Fly: Where is the evidence being held?
Simpson: What? Don’t worry about the evidence. Get out of town, Fly.
Fly: No. Tell me where the evidence is. I’m going after it. Without that and without you, they have nothing on me.
There’s a long sigh at the other end of the phone.
Simpson: It’s an impossible task. From what I’ve gathered, the evidence is at both Federal Plaza and City Hall. Previous evidence was filed at City Hall and Orbit’s new evidence is being held at Federal Plaza where it was analyzed. As is protocol, agents will be gathering the evidence and taking it to the courthouse to get a warrant for our arrest. Once the courts have it, it’s over.
Fly: Let me get this straight. To steal the evidence I need to find a way into BOTH buildings in the next few hours or the evidence will be in front of a judge?
Simpson: Like I said, impossible. If it makes you feel any better, the FBI has no intention of allowing Orbit to get away with what he’s done. They told him they’d give him immunity, but it was a lie. Hutchins wants all of us behind bars. Everyone involved. As soon as we go down, they’re going to pick him back up.
Fly pauses, thinking again.
Fly: Maybe not with two people. Look, tell me where you are so I can pick you up. I’ll help you get out of the city. Then, I’m going after the evidence.
Simpson: Fine. Meet me at Fort Washington Park. I’ll be there in twenty minutes.
Fly looks at his watch.
Fly: Perfect. I’ll see you then.
Fly hangs up the phone. He walks out of the living room and into his kitchen. He opens a drawer in his center island and takes out his 9mm pistol and tucks it under his shirt.
Fly: It looks like it’s time to retire Agent Simpson.
Fly tucks his shirt back in and heads toward the front door. The scene comes to an end.
Our scene picks back up on West 45th street, in an alley outside of the Penthouse Executive Club, a high-end strip club. In the alleyway, we see "The Mack" Steve Orbit leaving out of a side door, laughing with the two strippers he was seen with earlier. The girls go inside. He pops a Black & Mild in his mouth and lights it.
From the shadows, Jonny Fly speaks.
Fly: Hello, Steve.
Orbit spins around.
Orbit: You got some nerve showin’ up here motherfucker.
Fly stands up and hold up his hands.
Fly: I know. Give me a second before you do anything stupid. I’m here to tell you something.
Orbit shakes his head ‘no.’
Orbit: Nah Fly, I don’t give a fuck what you got to say. You goin’ down for all you’ve done and I’m not going to be seen speakin’ with you. You’re finished, homie. It’s just a matter of time.
Fly: You’re right. I know I’m finished. That’s why I’m here.
Orbit scowls at Fly.
Orbit: You come to apologize? A little late for that.
Fly: Come on Steve, you know me better than that by now. You think my last act as a free man is going to be to apologize to someone? I know that this is the end for me. What I came to tell you is that it’s also the end for you.
Orbit looks down at Fly’s side and sees a gun tucked underneath his shirt. Upon further inspection he sees the small stain of blood spatter on his shirt. Instinctively, Orbit reaches to the seat of his pants for his pistol-- Fly notices, and reaches for his. Neither man draws.
Orbit: You here to shoot me?
Fly: Absolutely not. I’m here to save you, and in effect, save myself. Michael Simpson is dead. He bugged your interrogation and found out that you were being let free. He also found out that the bureau has no intention of letting him, me…or you…off the hook for what we’ve done. They’re cleaning up house, Orbit. None of us are going to be spared.
Orbit: I don’t believe you. I’ve got a signed document giving me immunity. I’m testifyin’ against you.
Fly: They offered me the same deal.
Orbit pauses for a moment. He’s been betrayed by Jonny Fly. He no longer believes a word he says.
Fly: Simpson is gone because by the end of the day he was going to be the FBI’s only witness against us. The evidence they have is locked away at Federal Plaza and City Hall. They’re taking it to the courthouse in just a few short hours to go in front of a judge and get warrants for both of our arrests. I’m going after it, but I need help.
Orbit shakes his head vehemently.
Orbit: I ain’t doing shit for you, Fly. You on your own. I got nothing to worry about.
Fly: You shot a man, Steve. They’re not going to let you walk away from that hands clean. You can trust me or not, and I don’t blame you for not. If you don’t do this with me, I’ll go after the evidence all on my own. Even if I don't get it all, I'll get some...and I'll expose you to the world.
That’s a new perspective on this. Does Orbit really want Fly to hold evidence against him? The Mack considers that very question before answering.
Orbit: What’s your angle here? I take one place, you take the other, we hit at the same time, grab the evidence, and then burn it?
Fly: Pretty much. It’s nearly impossible for one man to get into both places and steal the evidence in one afternoon. I need you to do this. YOU need you to do this. Without that evidence and without Simpson, this is over. For good.
Orbit again pauses, thinking.
Orbit: Aight, Fly. I’m in. Let me make this clear, I’m doing this for me. I’ll be damned if I’m going to let you get evidence against me. We get what we need, we meet, and then we fuckin’ burn it. Anything less…and I’ll bury you.
Fly nods his head and stick out his hand.
Fly: Partners.
Orbit grasps the hand.
Orbit: Not partners. Competitors. Fastest one to get the evidence gets the pleasure of taking the first shot at One. If it’s me, your ass isn’t going to be getting up.
Fly smiles.
Fly: Not a chance in hell, my friend.
Fly and Orbit break their handshake. Fly begins walking away. As he does, Orbit yells back.
Orbit: We will never be friends.
The scene closes.
