Evidence Competition: Fly at City Hall
Dec 22, 2013 15:41:30 GMT -5
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Post by Jonny Fly on Dec 22, 2013 15:41:30 GMT -5
Before continuing, imagine for a second how you thought this would begin…
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Wearing suction cups on his hands and feet, Jonny Fly is climbing the side of New York City’s City Hall building. He’s also wearing a costume. His costume is a full suit (per usual) with the letter “SF” embroidered in the back. Fly continues to climb the building when a static sound is heard. Fly takes off one of the suction cups and reaches into his inner suit pocket to pull out a walkie-talkie.
Fly: This is Spiderfly.
A voice on the other end responds. We’ll call him “Orbit Steve”
Steve: What’s your status Spiderfly?
Fly: I’m still climbing this fuckin’ building.
Steve: You’re behind schedule. I’m nearly finished.
Fly: Yeah, well it’s hard to lift myself up a building when I’m 6-5, 230 pounds of pure superhero.
Steve: But…you’re Spiderfly? This is what you’re supposed to do.
Fly: Stop being mean to me, Orbit Steve.
Steve: Stop being a bitch, Spiderfly.
Fly: Hold on, my spideyfly senses are tingling.
Fly looks down. His phone is vibrating against his wiener.
Fly: Oh, just my phone. I think it’s my sidekick calling. I have to go.
Fly tucks the walkie-talkie back into his suit pocket and grabs his phone.
Fly: Spiderfly speaking.
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Fly: How’s it going? Where are you?
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Fly: How are you on the roof already!?
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Fly: What the hell are stairs? You have to be cool and climb buildings like me, dummy.
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Fly: Stop sassing me. I’m hanging up on you.
Spiderfly hangs up his phone. He puts back on his suction cup hand and continues to climb the outside of the building until reaching the top. At the top, Spiderfly pulls himself over the edge and looks up to see motherfuckin’ Abraham Lincoln himself smoking a pipe, wearing a glorious long black coat and top hat, and penning a letter in REAL ink to his life-long nemesis, Wizard Odin Balfore. Spiderfly stands up and approaches Abe.
Fly: I see my sidekick isn’t focused on the mission.
Abraham coolly takes of his glasses and blows on them, wiping off the condensation with his jacket.
Abe: I abhor your insinuation, Mister Spiderfly. I was focused when I came to this rooftop. Not seeing you, I perpended that I should use my time productively.
Fly: You have an attitude problem, Abe. You’re the sidekick. You’re not supposed to be such little douchebag.
Abe: What exactly is a douchebag, Mister Spiderfly?
Fly: I forgot you have the vocabulary of someone born in the 1800’s.
Abe: Right.
Fly: It’s like a vile or unpregnant person.
Abe: Mister Spiderfly, I didn’t fancy to be the one to tell you this, but dudes can’t get pregnant. Thereforth, it is but a mere formality that I’m unpregnant.
Fly: What? NO. Unpregnant is like…idiotic.
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Fly: Wait, did you just say dude?
Abe chuckles like only a boss former president who’s been dead for 150 years can.
Abe: I know a couple of young hotties who would vehemently disagree with you about unpregnant being idiotic, Spiderfly.
Fly stares incredulously at Abraham Lincoln. He decides to switch the subject.
Fly: Don’t you think it’s ironic that in Wild Wild West you almost got killed by a giant spider, but then all these years later you turned into the sidekick for a spider based superhero?
Abe: I believe it was Ulysses S. Grant in that move, and not me, Mister Fly.
Fly: Oh. Fuck. I’m but a knave in my cinematic knowledge.
Abe: Good use of the word knave.
Fly: Thanks! Alright, so are you ready with the plan?
Abe: What plan?
Fly: We’re going to break into the building and steal back evidence. I’m in trouble for some shit and I’ve got to get in cleaned up. You were supposed to go in as a distraction. They were going to be all like “Holy shit, it’s Abraham Lincoln” and then I was going to sneak in behind you and grab the evidence. A flawless plan if I say so myself.
Abe: Mister Spiderfly, I didn’t fancy to be the one to tell you this either, but this is a dream.
Fly: What?
Abe: You’re dreaming. All of your dreams have me in them. We’ve gone through this before.
Fly: So I’m not a superhero?
Abe: Not unless you’re in a wrestling ring.
Fly: Fuck.
Abe: Mister Fly.
Fly: Yes?
Abe: Mister Fly.
Fly: What?
Abe: MISTER FLY!
Quick, switch scenes! Boom. A cab driver is yelling at Jonny Fly. Fly is asleep in the back of the cab. They’ve just pulled up to city hall and the cab driver is trying to wake Fly. He proceeds to shake the WCF World Champion, finally getting him to wake up.
Fly: Where am I?
Cab Driver: City hall, as requested. You owe me $14.25.
Still trying to gain his bearings, Fly looks out the window and sees the city hall building. He reaches for his wallet and pulls out a twenty dollar bill, handing it to the cab driver.
Fly: Keep the change.
Fly exits the cab and begins walking up the path leading to a stone staircase that will take you to the front door of city hall. As Fly walks down the path he notices what seems like an entire school of kids sitting in the grass in front of the building. He proceeds past them, up the steps, and into city hall. Upon entering the first thing Fly notices is two security guards ushering people into a metal detector. So…
…Fly walks back outside.
He stops at the top of the steps and looks back down the steps to the road. He looks to the right and notices a trash can. Walking toward it, Fly scans his surroundings. Seeing that nobody is looking at him, he quickly reaches under his suit jacket and disposes of his pistol into the trash can.
Fly: I liked that gun. I guess there goes the strategy of shooting my way to the evidence. Oh well.
Fly turns and heads back inside. He removes his jewelry, and with his phone and wallet sets it in a plastic container before walking through the metal detector without incident. Fly gathers his belongings and walks down the main corridor on the ground floor of city hall. He comes to a wall where a directory is located. Fly sees that the police headquarters and evidence collection room are on the third floor.
Fly: Bingo.
Fly turns and looks back down the corridor. He notices a flight of stairs just off to the right where the metal detector is. He walks toward the stairs and takes them up to the third floor. On the third floor he comes to another corridor. He looks at the signs and notices an arrow pointing to the right labeled “evidence collection room.” Fly proceeds toward the arrow, takes another right, and comes to a door. He opens the door and comes to a reception-like area. A security guard behind a glass window looks up to see Fly entering the room.
Security Guard: Can I help you, sir?
Realizing he’s probably not in a place he’s allowed to be, Fly thinks quickly.
Fly: You better be able to.
Security Guard: What do you mean?
Fly: I’m Special Agent…Hutchins, with the FBI. I’m here to pick up some evidence on a case. My boss should have called you about an hour ago to let you know I’d be coming over.
Looking confused, the security guard looks down and shuffles through some papers. As he does so, Fly looks around the room. There’s a door to the left of the glass and a keypad to the right of it. The rest of the room is empty. It’s obvious that there are only two way into the evidence room, to be buzzed in by security or to know the keycode.
Security Guard: Well, Agent Hutchins I’m sorry to say that nobody has called over. If you’d like, I can contact the bureau while you’re here and get clearance for you. I’ll just need some ID and have you sign this log.
The security guard passes a log underneath the window. Fly looks at it and smiles.
Fly: That’s very nice of you, but I’d rather go back and handle this myself. I’ll be back.
Security Guard: Okay sir.
With that, Fly turns and exits the room. He heads back down the hallway to the stairs and then heads outside. Fly descends the stairs and parks himself on a park bench on the pathway leading from the steps of City Hall to the road where his cab dropped him off. Fly takes out his phone and places a call to city hall. He reaches the operator.
Fly: Hello, can you please forward me to the evidence collection desk.
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Fly: Thank you.
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Fly: Yes, hello. This is George Venizelos, Assistant Director in Charge of the FBI’s New York City Field Office. I just sent one of my agents over to pick up some evidence in a very important case and he’s telling me that you never received the request.
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Fly: I don’t care that you don’t have record of it. I called personally and was told that everything was good to go.
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Fly: Why does he need identification? Who are you to ask a Federal Agent for identification? You don’t need to know who he is; you just need to do your damn job. Now, listen to me very carefully. I need that evidence and I needed it ten minutes ago. If I don’t get it, I’m going to be speaking to the mayor directly about this incident…
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Fly: He’s the one who put in these protocols?
Fly moves the phone away from his lips just far enough to mutter.
Fly: Goddammit Cario!
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Fly: Look, I commend you for wanting to do your job correctly. However, you need to understand the seriousness of this situation. We have a killer who is on the loose and if we don’t get the rest of the evidence to a judge in the next hour, we might lose him.
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Fly: OH GOD DAMMIT. FUCK OFF.
Fly quickly hangs up the phone and puts it back into his pocket.
Fly: I fuckin’ hate people. I guess that’s what I get for thinking I could just talk my way into the police department’s evidence lockup.
Fly thinks back to his dream.
Fly: I wish I did have superpowers. This would be a lot easier. I just need to find something I can use to my advantage.
Fly notices a street vendor with a stand setup on the corner of the street. He decides to walk over. The cart features a bunch of touristy type items, like shirts, hats, and other assorted nick-nacks. There are also newspapers, trashy magazines, maps, and some food and drinks. The first thing that catches Fly’s eye is the cover of Star Magazine with the title “CLIVE OWEN AND SARAH-JANE FENTON SPLIT!” Fly looks closely at the picture on the magazine and then looks at a mirror that’s set up at the stand for people when trying on shirts or hats.
Fly: That’s weird. We look a lot alike.
Fly turns and looks back toward city hall. He notices the kids still outside. The wheels are spinning, and a smile comes over Fly’s face. He turns back and calls over the stand’s operator.
Fly: Hello sir, I would like one of those hats…
Fly points to one of the I <3 NYC hats.
Fly: One of those shirts, size extra-large…
Fly points to a shirt with a picture of New York Mayor Bobby Cairo on it that reads “Bobby Cairo > Rob Ford” and on the back says “New York City is all it’s Cracked Up to Be.”
Fly: Lastly, a pair of those sunglasses and one bag of hot fries, please.
The vendor gathers the hat, shirt, sunglasses and hot fries and hands them to Fly. He pays for the items and walks back toward city hall. Fly pauses at a trash can and discards his suit jacket and dress shirt, making sure not to be seen by the people around him. He casually puts on the shirt, hat, and sunglasses and tears into his bag of hot fries, devouring them instantaneously. Casually, he strolls over toward the group of kids. In the distance he hears a woman yelling at them.
Woman: If your group doesn’t have a chaperone let, please let me know. We’re going inside in five minutes.
Fly stops and scans the group of kids. They look to be about 12 years old. He sees a group of about five who don’t seem to be paying attention and don’t have an adult near them. Fly walks toward them. As he gets close, he yells out.
Fly: Children! I’m your chaperone. Please gather around.
The kids look up to see Jonny Fly, decked out in his I <3 New York hat, his plastic sunglasses, and wearing his Bobby Cairo > Rob Ford shirt. Obviously these little bastards make some mean facial expressions at the sight of Fly. One by one, they walk toward Fly.
Fly: Alright. Thank you. Now, let’s do some introductions. You first…
Fly points to a chubby male student.
Fly: Who are you?
Kevin: I’m Kevin!
Fly: Thank you, Kevin. Who’s next?
A skinny black girl answers.
Tiffany: I’m Tiffany.
Fly: It’s a pleasure to meet you Tiffany. Let’s keep it going, who else?
A taller white male answers.
Jack: I’m Jack.
Fly: How old are you, Jack? You look big for your age.
Jack: I’m 12!
Fly: You’re going to grow up to me taller than me, kid. Quit eating your vegetables, they’re bad for you.
The comment gets a couple of giggles from the group of kids who are starting to feel more comfortable with their chaperone. Another kid introduces himself, a shorter and skinny black male.
Will: I’m Will.
Fly: Good to meet you, Will. Alright, it looks like you’re last.
Fly points to a white female who’s standing a bit further back than the rest of the kids.
Fly: No reason to be shy, sweetie. We’re all friends here, at least for the next hour or so.
Lauren: I’m Lauren.
Fly: Alright Lauren, thank you. My name is Clive Owen and I’ll be your chaperone today.
None of the kids make any expression.
Fly: You know, Clive Owen? You guys haven’t heard of me?
Everyone shakes their head ‘no.’
Fly: Huh, weird. I’m in movies. No matter, I’m here as a guest of your school to uh, do, you know, whatever it is we’re supposed to be doing here.
Jack: We’re touring city hall! It’s the oldest city hall in the country!
Fly: Right. Yes. Touring city hall. Thank you, Jack. What do you guys say, you want go inside?
Everyone: YEAH!
Fly: Alright, but one thing before we go inside, nobody has a gun or knife or something like that on them do you?
The kids laugh at the comment.
Fly: What? I’m serious. It’s not allowed. What’s so funny about that?
More laughs. More confusion from Fly. He shrugs his shoulder and points toward the steps of city hall, telling the kids to walk toward the front door. The group of six breaks away from the rest of the students to the ignorance of the student’s teachers. Fly leads them up the stairs and into city hall. The group passes through the metal detectors and gathers together in the corridor.
Fly: Alright, what do you guys want to see first?
Will: Aren’t you supposed to show us everything?
Fly: Right. Yes, however, I thought maybe there were some things you guys wanted to see more than the other. Oh, I have an idea, what about the evidence collection room? Doesn’t that sound fun?
Fly looks out upon five stone-faced children.
Fly: Oh…kay, we’ll save that for a little later. What else do you want to see?
Kevin: Can we see the mayor’s office?
Fly: Keep dreaming, kid. I know the mayor. He doesn’t like kids.
Sad faces are abound.
Fly: Oh, fine, let’s go give it a try.
Fly looks down the corridor and sees a sign for ‘Mayor’s Office.’ He directs the kids down the hall and as a group they take a right and walk down another hallway all the way into a doorway with the crest of New York City hanging overhead. They enter into a reception area where a very, very attractive, dark-skinned (probably Poon Guinean) woman is sitting behind a desk. The secretary looks up to greet the group.
Secretary: Hello, may I help you?
Fly, suavely, cuddles up next to the next and turns sideways so that he can look at the woman and also at the kids behind him.
Fly: Hello, sweetheart. Do I look familiar to you?
Secretary: Um, no. Sorry.
Fly: I’m Clive Owen. You might have heard of me.
Secretary: Oh, I’m sorry. I’ve only been in the country for about four months.
Fly: Well, I’m very famous. I’m also a very good person. Do you see those kids that I’m with? They’re here touring city hall today with their school and the only thing they really want to see if the mayor’s office. I told them I could get them in. Do you think you could help me out?
Secretary: I’m sorry Mr. Owen, but we don’t allow tours other than during scheduled times.
Fly: No, I get it. I don’t want to cause a hassle, but maybe if you could just see if he’s in his office and if not, let us go in there for a moment and snap some pictures. We’ll be out in two minutes, I promise.
The woman begins to say no again, but Fly softly touches her hand.
Fly: …for the children. Please.
She looks at the kids and smiles.
Secretary: Let me go check. I’ll be right back.
Fly: Thank you so much.
Fly walks away from the desk and back over to the kids.
Fly: She’s going to go see if she can get us in. In the meantime, let me ask you guys a very important question. By a show of hands do any of you watch wrestling?
Jack, Kevin, and Will raise their hands.
Fly: Big match coming up in the WCF this Sunday, don’t you think?
Will: Yeah! Biohazard versus Tyler Walker is going to be awesome!
Fly: That’s the match you guys want to see?
Kevin: I want to see Eric Price versus Sarah Twilight. I think one of them might actually die this time!
Fly: So you all want to see aliens fighting one another and people dying? What about Fly versus Orbit, what do you guys think about that match? Match of the year, probably?
Jack: Boring! It’d be way cooler if it was a deathmatch.
Fly: Going back to that wanting to see people die thing, right? I know a little bit about the sport, guys. Wrestlers put their lives on the line each night. The only reason they don’t die is because they’re highly skilled and trained athletes. It’s a dangerous sport; you don’t need weapons and gimmicks to see punishment.
Kevin: That doesn’t matter if they get their head cut off with a machete.
Fly: What the hell is wrong with you? Are you Corey Black? He’s been known to swap bodies before; did he turn into a 12 year old fat kid?
Kevin: HEY!
Fly: Listen to me; Fly versus Orbit is going to be the best match of the night. A gimmick isn’t needed to sell this match. You got possibly your two top guys fighting it out for the biggest prize. Furthermore, Fly and Orbit hate one another. This is personal for them.
Jack: Boring!
Will: I think Orbit is going to win.
Fly: Why do you say that, because both of you are black? Orbit is most certainly not going to win that match.
Will: Fly sucks. He’s overrated.
Fly: Please explain to me how Jonny Fly sucks. The man wins everything. There might only be one other guy in the history of the company that has dominated like he has over the last two years. Have you heard him talk about Steve Orbit? He despises him, and he’s going to do everything in his power to bury him at One. You sure you want to bet against someone with his resume and track record?
Kevin: Fly’s a douchebag.
Fly: Not a valid reason for thinking he’s not going to win, I’m sorry.
Jack: Oh come on, Orbit has already beaten him! Fly can’t beat Orbit.
Fly: Let me let you guys in on a little secret. Jonny Fly can beat anyone. He can probably beat most tag-teams by himself. Steve Orbit thinks he’s scared, but that’s some irrational shit. That argument is flawed. What is there for Fly to be scared of? Look at the body of work of both wrestlers and it’s no comparison. Orbit can scream from the fuckin’ mountains how he thinks Fly I scared, but at the end of the day, he still has to do the near impossible. Jonny Fly is going to be ready. He’s going to bring everything he has. There is nothing in the world that is going to change that.
Does Orbit think he’s going to look across the ring at Fly and see a man with fear in his eyes? Is that what he thinks? How can he say that, and then say he knows Fly is one of the best ever. That doesn’t make any sense. Everything that is going on between the two of them, it’s all out the window when the match starts. Who is scared, who is not, who is pissed off, who isn’t…all that…gone. Pointless and unsubstantial shit. It’s a wrestling match, and Jonny Fly is the best wrestler in the world, and he’s proved that time and time again. He’ll prove it one more time at One.
Will: Orbit is the wrestler of the year and World Champion of the year. He’s the best wrestler in the world, and he’s going to show that to everyone at One!
Fly: You’re citing awards as reasons why he’s going to win? That’s silly. Use logic, if Orbit was the best wrestler in the company he would have been the man who won War. He wouldn’t have lost his World Title to a midcarder like Nathan von Liebert. Orbit doesn’t have that killer instinct that he’s going to need to put Jonny Fly away in a match like this, on a stage like One. I’m sorry guys, but you’re hero is going down hard. I guarantee it.
Jack: You like Jonny Fly too much. It’s weird. Nobody likes Fly.
Just as Fly is about to respond, the secretary comes back out.
Secretary: I’m sorry Mr. Owen, but the mayor is in his office on a conference call. I’m afraid I can’t let you in.
Sad faces all around.
Fly: Well, thank you for at least trying. We appreciate it. Come on, kids.
Fly corrals everyone out of the room and back into the hallway.
Fly: Hey, I have an idea that will cheer everyone up. Follow me.
Fly leads the group of kids back down the hallway. They take a left and head back toward the main entrance, catching the staircase on the right and taking it all the way to the third floor. Fly catches sight of the evidence collection sign again, and leads the kids toward it. He opens the door and ushers everyone inside. The security guard from earlier looks up again, confused as to what’s going on.
Security Guard: Can I help you?
Fly, disguised from earlier in the hat, sunglasses, and shirt, approaches the glass.
Fly: Let me ask you something, do I look familiar to you?
Security Guard: Are you…holy shit, are you Nicolas Cage?
Fly: What? NO. I’m Clive Owen.
Security Guard: Oh. Who is Clive Owen?
Fly: Are you kidding me, I’m a famous actor!
Security Guard: Like Nicolas Cage?
Fly: YES like Nicolas Cage, only I’m way more sophisticated and…uh...English. I’m here in New York and serving as a chaperone for these kids as they tour city hall. They told me they’d like to see where the police keep its evidence and I tried to tell them that’s not allowed, but they insisted on having me try. You wouldn’t mind if we went in and just snapped a few pictures and then went on our way, would you?
Security Guard: Oh, I’m sorry Mr. Owen. That’s not allowed. Authorized personnel only, I’m afraid.
Fly: They’re just kids, what would it really hurt?
Security Guard: My job, for one. That area is monitored with video cameras. I would get fired.
Fly: But I’m Clive Owen!
Security Guard: Yeah, you’re not Nicolas Cage.
Fly is seeing red now. He’s pissed. He’s been in an epic battle of wits with this security guard twice today, and so far he hasn’t found a way to access the evidence collection room. He’s posed as an FBI agent, Clive Owen, and even used children to appear harmless. Instead of lashing out, Fly merely smiles and turns away.
Fly: Alright kids, let’s leave this guy alone so he can go back to watching Ghost Rider, or whatever the hell he’s doing.
Fly pushes the kids back out into the hallway and leads them back down the steps to ground floor.
Fly: Alright, this party is over. Go back outside and wait for the rest of your classmates. I have something that I need to take care of. Oh, and make sure all of you watch One on Sunday. You might see a familiar face.
Fly takes off his sunglasses, winks, and the turns and proceeds down the corridor back toward the Mayor’s office. As Fly walks, he sheds the I <3 NYC hat and tosses it into the trash. He reproaches the door where the mayor’s secretary is and opens it up, walking inside. Instead of pausing at the secretary’s desk this time, Fly continues walking past her.
Secretary: Excuse me!
Fly doesn’t even break stride. The woman quickly gets up from her desk and tries to grab Fly’s arm as he makes his way to a small hallway that houses the offices of the mayor and deputy mayor. A security guard is posted outside of the mayor’s door at the end of the hallway. He sees the commotion with Fly walking toward him and the secretary behind him frantically asking him to stop. The security guard approaches Fly with his hand outstretched motioning for Fly to stop. Fly grabs the hand and then twists it behind the security guard’s back and then kicks him into the secretary. Fly turns and reaches the mayor’s office and enters it.
Fly: Cairo!
Inside the office, a chair swivels around to reveal…Robert Cairo.
Fly: Hey, wait a second.
Robert Cairo: Jonny Fly, is it?
At this moment the security guard and secretary stumble into the room behind Fly. The security guard grabs Fly on the shoulder, but Fly quickly reaches and grabs the arm and is just about to spin it behind his back again when…
Robert Cairo: STOP! Everyone out, except Fly.
Fly lets go of the security guard’s arm and he and the secretary file out of the office.
Fly: You look like Bobby, but…
Robert Cairo: I’m Robert Cairo, Bobby’s twin brother.
Fly: Of course you are.
Robert Cairo: …and you are here to sneak into the police’s evidence lockup and collect all incriminating evidence against you and Steven Orbit, am I correct?
Fly: How do you know that?
Robert Cairo: I know things, Mr. Fly. It’s my job as mayor.
Fly: You’re not the mayor though.
Robert Cairo: Don’t sweat the details. Bobby is away on business, so I’m here to do the job for him. That’s all you need to know. Now, you’re obviously here to ask me to allow you into evidence holding, am I right?
Fly: Yes.
Robert Cairo: The answer is no. I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t assault my security guards on your way out, too.
Fly: I’m not leaving. Call your brother. I think he’ll understand the importance of me getting my hands on that evidence.
Robert Cairo: Bobby doesn’t want to be bothered with your problems, Mr. Fly, and neither do I. That evidence is the property of New York City and it will stay as such.
Fly sighs and steps forward. He takes a seat across from Cairo.
Fly: There’s one thing I know about Cairo’s, Robert. They’re businessmen. I think the two of us can come to some sort of arrangement that’s best for both parties here.
Robert Cairo leans back in his seat and nods his head slowly.
Cairo: What do you have in mind, Mr. Fly?
Fly: What about the king – cash. One million dollars and you give me the keycode for the evidence room and turn off the cameras. I’ll take care of the rest.
Cairo continues to sit and think about the proposal. After a few seconds he leans forward.
Cairo: Two million and you have a deal.
Cairo extends his hand across the desk.
Cairo: Take the deal, Mr. Fly. You’re in no position to negotiate.
Fly nods solemnly. He reaches out in grasps Cairo’s hands to solidify the agreement.
Cairo: The code is 62226, Bobby’s height and weight. I’ll call and ask to for the building’s security system to be rebooted. You’ll have ten minutes from then to get in and out.
Fly: More than enough time. Thank you, Robert. You’ll have your money by the end of the day.
Cairo: I had better.
Fly nods and walks out of the office. Outside, he pauses next to the security guard.
Fly: Sorry. No hard feelings, I hope.
With that, Fly proceeds back down the hallway and out into the reception area. He exits the room and back out to the first floor corridor of city hall. He heads back to the main entrance and once again grabs the staircase on the right to the third floor. He walks toward the evidence collection room. He opens the door and immediately walks to the keypad. The security guard notices that Fly is the same person who was in earlier.
Security Guard: Hey! Hold on a second…
Fly enters in the keycode and the door opens up. The security guard is standing on the other side of the door.
Security Guard: Aren’t you Clive Owen? How did you know that code?
Fly doesn’t respond. He kicks the security guard in the stomach and then throws him against the wall. Two vicious punches to the head, and the security guard slumps to the ground. Fly proceeds past him to another door, opening it. The door leads into the evidence collection room. The room is probably 100 feet wide and 200 feet deep with shelves everywhere. Hanging from the ceiling above the shelves is a lettering system, starting with AA, then AB, AC, etc. Fly walks through the room and finds the ‘FL’ marker. He walks over to it and looks at the shelf where dozens of plastic containers have been placed. Each container has the case number, case name, and date of which the evidence corresponds to. Fly spots one with “Fly and Orbit” on it and grabs the container.
Fly: Boom.
Fly tucks the contained under his arm and walks out of the room. He walks all the way back out to the third floor corridor, down the steps, and outside of city hall without anyone noticing what he’s carrying. Fly walks back out to the road and hails a cab. Inside, he takes his seat.
Fly: Zuccotti Park, please.
With that, the scene comes to an end.
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Wearing suction cups on his hands and feet, Jonny Fly is climbing the side of New York City’s City Hall building. He’s also wearing a costume. His costume is a full suit (per usual) with the letter “SF” embroidered in the back. Fly continues to climb the building when a static sound is heard. Fly takes off one of the suction cups and reaches into his inner suit pocket to pull out a walkie-talkie.
Fly: This is Spiderfly.
A voice on the other end responds. We’ll call him “Orbit Steve”
Steve: What’s your status Spiderfly?
Fly: I’m still climbing this fuckin’ building.
Steve: You’re behind schedule. I’m nearly finished.
Fly: Yeah, well it’s hard to lift myself up a building when I’m 6-5, 230 pounds of pure superhero.
Steve: But…you’re Spiderfly? This is what you’re supposed to do.
Fly: Stop being mean to me, Orbit Steve.
Steve: Stop being a bitch, Spiderfly.
Fly: Hold on, my spideyfly senses are tingling.
Fly looks down. His phone is vibrating against his wiener.
Fly: Oh, just my phone. I think it’s my sidekick calling. I have to go.
Fly tucks the walkie-talkie back into his suit pocket and grabs his phone.
Fly: Spiderfly speaking.
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Fly: How’s it going? Where are you?
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Fly: How are you on the roof already!?
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Fly: What the hell are stairs? You have to be cool and climb buildings like me, dummy.
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Fly: Stop sassing me. I’m hanging up on you.
Spiderfly hangs up his phone. He puts back on his suction cup hand and continues to climb the outside of the building until reaching the top. At the top, Spiderfly pulls himself over the edge and looks up to see motherfuckin’ Abraham Lincoln himself smoking a pipe, wearing a glorious long black coat and top hat, and penning a letter in REAL ink to his life-long nemesis, Wizard Odin Balfore. Spiderfly stands up and approaches Abe.
Fly: I see my sidekick isn’t focused on the mission.
Abraham coolly takes of his glasses and blows on them, wiping off the condensation with his jacket.
Abe: I abhor your insinuation, Mister Spiderfly. I was focused when I came to this rooftop. Not seeing you, I perpended that I should use my time productively.
Fly: You have an attitude problem, Abe. You’re the sidekick. You’re not supposed to be such little douchebag.
Abe: What exactly is a douchebag, Mister Spiderfly?
Fly: I forgot you have the vocabulary of someone born in the 1800’s.
Abe: Right.
Fly: It’s like a vile or unpregnant person.
Abe: Mister Spiderfly, I didn’t fancy to be the one to tell you this, but dudes can’t get pregnant. Thereforth, it is but a mere formality that I’m unpregnant.
Fly: What? NO. Unpregnant is like…idiotic.
…
Fly: Wait, did you just say dude?
Abe chuckles like only a boss former president who’s been dead for 150 years can.
Abe: I know a couple of young hotties who would vehemently disagree with you about unpregnant being idiotic, Spiderfly.
Fly stares incredulously at Abraham Lincoln. He decides to switch the subject.
Fly: Don’t you think it’s ironic that in Wild Wild West you almost got killed by a giant spider, but then all these years later you turned into the sidekick for a spider based superhero?
Abe: I believe it was Ulysses S. Grant in that move, and not me, Mister Fly.
Fly: Oh. Fuck. I’m but a knave in my cinematic knowledge.
Abe: Good use of the word knave.
Fly: Thanks! Alright, so are you ready with the plan?
Abe: What plan?
Fly: We’re going to break into the building and steal back evidence. I’m in trouble for some shit and I’ve got to get in cleaned up. You were supposed to go in as a distraction. They were going to be all like “Holy shit, it’s Abraham Lincoln” and then I was going to sneak in behind you and grab the evidence. A flawless plan if I say so myself.
Abe: Mister Spiderfly, I didn’t fancy to be the one to tell you this either, but this is a dream.
Fly: What?
Abe: You’re dreaming. All of your dreams have me in them. We’ve gone through this before.
Fly: So I’m not a superhero?
Abe: Not unless you’re in a wrestling ring.
Fly: Fuck.
Abe: Mister Fly.
Fly: Yes?
Abe: Mister Fly.
Fly: What?
Abe: MISTER FLY!
Quick, switch scenes! Boom. A cab driver is yelling at Jonny Fly. Fly is asleep in the back of the cab. They’ve just pulled up to city hall and the cab driver is trying to wake Fly. He proceeds to shake the WCF World Champion, finally getting him to wake up.
Fly: Where am I?
Cab Driver: City hall, as requested. You owe me $14.25.
Still trying to gain his bearings, Fly looks out the window and sees the city hall building. He reaches for his wallet and pulls out a twenty dollar bill, handing it to the cab driver.
Fly: Keep the change.
Fly exits the cab and begins walking up the path leading to a stone staircase that will take you to the front door of city hall. As Fly walks down the path he notices what seems like an entire school of kids sitting in the grass in front of the building. He proceeds past them, up the steps, and into city hall. Upon entering the first thing Fly notices is two security guards ushering people into a metal detector. So…
…Fly walks back outside.
He stops at the top of the steps and looks back down the steps to the road. He looks to the right and notices a trash can. Walking toward it, Fly scans his surroundings. Seeing that nobody is looking at him, he quickly reaches under his suit jacket and disposes of his pistol into the trash can.
Fly: I liked that gun. I guess there goes the strategy of shooting my way to the evidence. Oh well.
Fly turns and heads back inside. He removes his jewelry, and with his phone and wallet sets it in a plastic container before walking through the metal detector without incident. Fly gathers his belongings and walks down the main corridor on the ground floor of city hall. He comes to a wall where a directory is located. Fly sees that the police headquarters and evidence collection room are on the third floor.
Fly: Bingo.
Fly turns and looks back down the corridor. He notices a flight of stairs just off to the right where the metal detector is. He walks toward the stairs and takes them up to the third floor. On the third floor he comes to another corridor. He looks at the signs and notices an arrow pointing to the right labeled “evidence collection room.” Fly proceeds toward the arrow, takes another right, and comes to a door. He opens the door and comes to a reception-like area. A security guard behind a glass window looks up to see Fly entering the room.
Security Guard: Can I help you, sir?
Realizing he’s probably not in a place he’s allowed to be, Fly thinks quickly.
Fly: You better be able to.
Security Guard: What do you mean?
Fly: I’m Special Agent…Hutchins, with the FBI. I’m here to pick up some evidence on a case. My boss should have called you about an hour ago to let you know I’d be coming over.
Looking confused, the security guard looks down and shuffles through some papers. As he does so, Fly looks around the room. There’s a door to the left of the glass and a keypad to the right of it. The rest of the room is empty. It’s obvious that there are only two way into the evidence room, to be buzzed in by security or to know the keycode.
Security Guard: Well, Agent Hutchins I’m sorry to say that nobody has called over. If you’d like, I can contact the bureau while you’re here and get clearance for you. I’ll just need some ID and have you sign this log.
The security guard passes a log underneath the window. Fly looks at it and smiles.
Fly: That’s very nice of you, but I’d rather go back and handle this myself. I’ll be back.
Security Guard: Okay sir.
With that, Fly turns and exits the room. He heads back down the hallway to the stairs and then heads outside. Fly descends the stairs and parks himself on a park bench on the pathway leading from the steps of City Hall to the road where his cab dropped him off. Fly takes out his phone and places a call to city hall. He reaches the operator.
Fly: Hello, can you please forward me to the evidence collection desk.
…
Fly: Thank you.
…
Fly: Yes, hello. This is George Venizelos, Assistant Director in Charge of the FBI’s New York City Field Office. I just sent one of my agents over to pick up some evidence in a very important case and he’s telling me that you never received the request.
…
Fly: I don’t care that you don’t have record of it. I called personally and was told that everything was good to go.
…
Fly: Why does he need identification? Who are you to ask a Federal Agent for identification? You don’t need to know who he is; you just need to do your damn job. Now, listen to me very carefully. I need that evidence and I needed it ten minutes ago. If I don’t get it, I’m going to be speaking to the mayor directly about this incident…
…
Fly: He’s the one who put in these protocols?
Fly moves the phone away from his lips just far enough to mutter.
Fly: Goddammit Cario!
…
Fly: Look, I commend you for wanting to do your job correctly. However, you need to understand the seriousness of this situation. We have a killer who is on the loose and if we don’t get the rest of the evidence to a judge in the next hour, we might lose him.
…
Fly: OH GOD DAMMIT. FUCK OFF.
Fly quickly hangs up the phone and puts it back into his pocket.
Fly: I fuckin’ hate people. I guess that’s what I get for thinking I could just talk my way into the police department’s evidence lockup.
Fly thinks back to his dream.
Fly: I wish I did have superpowers. This would be a lot easier. I just need to find something I can use to my advantage.
Fly notices a street vendor with a stand setup on the corner of the street. He decides to walk over. The cart features a bunch of touristy type items, like shirts, hats, and other assorted nick-nacks. There are also newspapers, trashy magazines, maps, and some food and drinks. The first thing that catches Fly’s eye is the cover of Star Magazine with the title “CLIVE OWEN AND SARAH-JANE FENTON SPLIT!” Fly looks closely at the picture on the magazine and then looks at a mirror that’s set up at the stand for people when trying on shirts or hats.
Fly: That’s weird. We look a lot alike.
Fly turns and looks back toward city hall. He notices the kids still outside. The wheels are spinning, and a smile comes over Fly’s face. He turns back and calls over the stand’s operator.
Fly: Hello sir, I would like one of those hats…
Fly points to one of the I <3 NYC hats.
Fly: One of those shirts, size extra-large…
Fly points to a shirt with a picture of New York Mayor Bobby Cairo on it that reads “Bobby Cairo > Rob Ford” and on the back says “New York City is all it’s Cracked Up to Be.”
Fly: Lastly, a pair of those sunglasses and one bag of hot fries, please.
The vendor gathers the hat, shirt, sunglasses and hot fries and hands them to Fly. He pays for the items and walks back toward city hall. Fly pauses at a trash can and discards his suit jacket and dress shirt, making sure not to be seen by the people around him. He casually puts on the shirt, hat, and sunglasses and tears into his bag of hot fries, devouring them instantaneously. Casually, he strolls over toward the group of kids. In the distance he hears a woman yelling at them.
Woman: If your group doesn’t have a chaperone let, please let me know. We’re going inside in five minutes.
Fly stops and scans the group of kids. They look to be about 12 years old. He sees a group of about five who don’t seem to be paying attention and don’t have an adult near them. Fly walks toward them. As he gets close, he yells out.
Fly: Children! I’m your chaperone. Please gather around.
The kids look up to see Jonny Fly, decked out in his I <3 New York hat, his plastic sunglasses, and wearing his Bobby Cairo > Rob Ford shirt. Obviously these little bastards make some mean facial expressions at the sight of Fly. One by one, they walk toward Fly.
Fly: Alright. Thank you. Now, let’s do some introductions. You first…
Fly points to a chubby male student.
Fly: Who are you?
Kevin: I’m Kevin!
Fly: Thank you, Kevin. Who’s next?
A skinny black girl answers.
Tiffany: I’m Tiffany.
Fly: It’s a pleasure to meet you Tiffany. Let’s keep it going, who else?
A taller white male answers.
Jack: I’m Jack.
Fly: How old are you, Jack? You look big for your age.
Jack: I’m 12!
Fly: You’re going to grow up to me taller than me, kid. Quit eating your vegetables, they’re bad for you.
The comment gets a couple of giggles from the group of kids who are starting to feel more comfortable with their chaperone. Another kid introduces himself, a shorter and skinny black male.
Will: I’m Will.
Fly: Good to meet you, Will. Alright, it looks like you’re last.
Fly points to a white female who’s standing a bit further back than the rest of the kids.
Fly: No reason to be shy, sweetie. We’re all friends here, at least for the next hour or so.
Lauren: I’m Lauren.
Fly: Alright Lauren, thank you. My name is Clive Owen and I’ll be your chaperone today.
None of the kids make any expression.
Fly: You know, Clive Owen? You guys haven’t heard of me?
Everyone shakes their head ‘no.’
Fly: Huh, weird. I’m in movies. No matter, I’m here as a guest of your school to uh, do, you know, whatever it is we’re supposed to be doing here.
Jack: We’re touring city hall! It’s the oldest city hall in the country!
Fly: Right. Yes. Touring city hall. Thank you, Jack. What do you guys say, you want go inside?
Everyone: YEAH!
Fly: Alright, but one thing before we go inside, nobody has a gun or knife or something like that on them do you?
The kids laugh at the comment.
Fly: What? I’m serious. It’s not allowed. What’s so funny about that?
More laughs. More confusion from Fly. He shrugs his shoulder and points toward the steps of city hall, telling the kids to walk toward the front door. The group of six breaks away from the rest of the students to the ignorance of the student’s teachers. Fly leads them up the stairs and into city hall. The group passes through the metal detectors and gathers together in the corridor.
Fly: Alright, what do you guys want to see first?
Will: Aren’t you supposed to show us everything?
Fly: Right. Yes, however, I thought maybe there were some things you guys wanted to see more than the other. Oh, I have an idea, what about the evidence collection room? Doesn’t that sound fun?
Fly looks out upon five stone-faced children.
Fly: Oh…kay, we’ll save that for a little later. What else do you want to see?
Kevin: Can we see the mayor’s office?
Fly: Keep dreaming, kid. I know the mayor. He doesn’t like kids.
Sad faces are abound.
Fly: Oh, fine, let’s go give it a try.
Fly looks down the corridor and sees a sign for ‘Mayor’s Office.’ He directs the kids down the hall and as a group they take a right and walk down another hallway all the way into a doorway with the crest of New York City hanging overhead. They enter into a reception area where a very, very attractive, dark-skinned (probably Poon Guinean) woman is sitting behind a desk. The secretary looks up to greet the group.
Secretary: Hello, may I help you?
Fly, suavely, cuddles up next to the next and turns sideways so that he can look at the woman and also at the kids behind him.
Fly: Hello, sweetheart. Do I look familiar to you?
Secretary: Um, no. Sorry.
Fly: I’m Clive Owen. You might have heard of me.
Secretary: Oh, I’m sorry. I’ve only been in the country for about four months.
Fly: Well, I’m very famous. I’m also a very good person. Do you see those kids that I’m with? They’re here touring city hall today with their school and the only thing they really want to see if the mayor’s office. I told them I could get them in. Do you think you could help me out?
Secretary: I’m sorry Mr. Owen, but we don’t allow tours other than during scheduled times.
Fly: No, I get it. I don’t want to cause a hassle, but maybe if you could just see if he’s in his office and if not, let us go in there for a moment and snap some pictures. We’ll be out in two minutes, I promise.
The woman begins to say no again, but Fly softly touches her hand.
Fly: …for the children. Please.
She looks at the kids and smiles.
Secretary: Let me go check. I’ll be right back.
Fly: Thank you so much.
Fly walks away from the desk and back over to the kids.
Fly: She’s going to go see if she can get us in. In the meantime, let me ask you guys a very important question. By a show of hands do any of you watch wrestling?
Jack, Kevin, and Will raise their hands.
Fly: Big match coming up in the WCF this Sunday, don’t you think?
Will: Yeah! Biohazard versus Tyler Walker is going to be awesome!
Fly: That’s the match you guys want to see?
Kevin: I want to see Eric Price versus Sarah Twilight. I think one of them might actually die this time!
Fly: So you all want to see aliens fighting one another and people dying? What about Fly versus Orbit, what do you guys think about that match? Match of the year, probably?
Jack: Boring! It’d be way cooler if it was a deathmatch.
Fly: Going back to that wanting to see people die thing, right? I know a little bit about the sport, guys. Wrestlers put their lives on the line each night. The only reason they don’t die is because they’re highly skilled and trained athletes. It’s a dangerous sport; you don’t need weapons and gimmicks to see punishment.
Kevin: That doesn’t matter if they get their head cut off with a machete.
Fly: What the hell is wrong with you? Are you Corey Black? He’s been known to swap bodies before; did he turn into a 12 year old fat kid?
Kevin: HEY!
Fly: Listen to me; Fly versus Orbit is going to be the best match of the night. A gimmick isn’t needed to sell this match. You got possibly your two top guys fighting it out for the biggest prize. Furthermore, Fly and Orbit hate one another. This is personal for them.
Jack: Boring!
Will: I think Orbit is going to win.
Fly: Why do you say that, because both of you are black? Orbit is most certainly not going to win that match.
Will: Fly sucks. He’s overrated.
Fly: Please explain to me how Jonny Fly sucks. The man wins everything. There might only be one other guy in the history of the company that has dominated like he has over the last two years. Have you heard him talk about Steve Orbit? He despises him, and he’s going to do everything in his power to bury him at One. You sure you want to bet against someone with his resume and track record?
Kevin: Fly’s a douchebag.
Fly: Not a valid reason for thinking he’s not going to win, I’m sorry.
Jack: Oh come on, Orbit has already beaten him! Fly can’t beat Orbit.
Fly: Let me let you guys in on a little secret. Jonny Fly can beat anyone. He can probably beat most tag-teams by himself. Steve Orbit thinks he’s scared, but that’s some irrational shit. That argument is flawed. What is there for Fly to be scared of? Look at the body of work of both wrestlers and it’s no comparison. Orbit can scream from the fuckin’ mountains how he thinks Fly I scared, but at the end of the day, he still has to do the near impossible. Jonny Fly is going to be ready. He’s going to bring everything he has. There is nothing in the world that is going to change that.
Does Orbit think he’s going to look across the ring at Fly and see a man with fear in his eyes? Is that what he thinks? How can he say that, and then say he knows Fly is one of the best ever. That doesn’t make any sense. Everything that is going on between the two of them, it’s all out the window when the match starts. Who is scared, who is not, who is pissed off, who isn’t…all that…gone. Pointless and unsubstantial shit. It’s a wrestling match, and Jonny Fly is the best wrestler in the world, and he’s proved that time and time again. He’ll prove it one more time at One.
Will: Orbit is the wrestler of the year and World Champion of the year. He’s the best wrestler in the world, and he’s going to show that to everyone at One!
Fly: You’re citing awards as reasons why he’s going to win? That’s silly. Use logic, if Orbit was the best wrestler in the company he would have been the man who won War. He wouldn’t have lost his World Title to a midcarder like Nathan von Liebert. Orbit doesn’t have that killer instinct that he’s going to need to put Jonny Fly away in a match like this, on a stage like One. I’m sorry guys, but you’re hero is going down hard. I guarantee it.
Jack: You like Jonny Fly too much. It’s weird. Nobody likes Fly.
Just as Fly is about to respond, the secretary comes back out.
Secretary: I’m sorry Mr. Owen, but the mayor is in his office on a conference call. I’m afraid I can’t let you in.
Sad faces all around.
Fly: Well, thank you for at least trying. We appreciate it. Come on, kids.
Fly corrals everyone out of the room and back into the hallway.
Fly: Hey, I have an idea that will cheer everyone up. Follow me.
Fly leads the group of kids back down the hallway. They take a left and head back toward the main entrance, catching the staircase on the right and taking it all the way to the third floor. Fly catches sight of the evidence collection sign again, and leads the kids toward it. He opens the door and ushers everyone inside. The security guard from earlier looks up again, confused as to what’s going on.
Security Guard: Can I help you?
Fly, disguised from earlier in the hat, sunglasses, and shirt, approaches the glass.
Fly: Let me ask you something, do I look familiar to you?
Security Guard: Are you…holy shit, are you Nicolas Cage?
Fly: What? NO. I’m Clive Owen.
Security Guard: Oh. Who is Clive Owen?
Fly: Are you kidding me, I’m a famous actor!
Security Guard: Like Nicolas Cage?
Fly: YES like Nicolas Cage, only I’m way more sophisticated and…uh...English. I’m here in New York and serving as a chaperone for these kids as they tour city hall. They told me they’d like to see where the police keep its evidence and I tried to tell them that’s not allowed, but they insisted on having me try. You wouldn’t mind if we went in and just snapped a few pictures and then went on our way, would you?
Security Guard: Oh, I’m sorry Mr. Owen. That’s not allowed. Authorized personnel only, I’m afraid.
Fly: They’re just kids, what would it really hurt?
Security Guard: My job, for one. That area is monitored with video cameras. I would get fired.
Fly: But I’m Clive Owen!
Security Guard: Yeah, you’re not Nicolas Cage.
Fly is seeing red now. He’s pissed. He’s been in an epic battle of wits with this security guard twice today, and so far he hasn’t found a way to access the evidence collection room. He’s posed as an FBI agent, Clive Owen, and even used children to appear harmless. Instead of lashing out, Fly merely smiles and turns away.
Fly: Alright kids, let’s leave this guy alone so he can go back to watching Ghost Rider, or whatever the hell he’s doing.
Fly pushes the kids back out into the hallway and leads them back down the steps to ground floor.
Fly: Alright, this party is over. Go back outside and wait for the rest of your classmates. I have something that I need to take care of. Oh, and make sure all of you watch One on Sunday. You might see a familiar face.
Fly takes off his sunglasses, winks, and the turns and proceeds down the corridor back toward the Mayor’s office. As Fly walks, he sheds the I <3 NYC hat and tosses it into the trash. He reproaches the door where the mayor’s secretary is and opens it up, walking inside. Instead of pausing at the secretary’s desk this time, Fly continues walking past her.
Secretary: Excuse me!
Fly doesn’t even break stride. The woman quickly gets up from her desk and tries to grab Fly’s arm as he makes his way to a small hallway that houses the offices of the mayor and deputy mayor. A security guard is posted outside of the mayor’s door at the end of the hallway. He sees the commotion with Fly walking toward him and the secretary behind him frantically asking him to stop. The security guard approaches Fly with his hand outstretched motioning for Fly to stop. Fly grabs the hand and then twists it behind the security guard’s back and then kicks him into the secretary. Fly turns and reaches the mayor’s office and enters it.
Fly: Cairo!
Inside the office, a chair swivels around to reveal…Robert Cairo.
Fly: Hey, wait a second.
Robert Cairo: Jonny Fly, is it?
At this moment the security guard and secretary stumble into the room behind Fly. The security guard grabs Fly on the shoulder, but Fly quickly reaches and grabs the arm and is just about to spin it behind his back again when…
Robert Cairo: STOP! Everyone out, except Fly.
Fly lets go of the security guard’s arm and he and the secretary file out of the office.
Fly: You look like Bobby, but…
Robert Cairo: I’m Robert Cairo, Bobby’s twin brother.
Fly: Of course you are.
Robert Cairo: …and you are here to sneak into the police’s evidence lockup and collect all incriminating evidence against you and Steven Orbit, am I correct?
Fly: How do you know that?
Robert Cairo: I know things, Mr. Fly. It’s my job as mayor.
Fly: You’re not the mayor though.
Robert Cairo: Don’t sweat the details. Bobby is away on business, so I’m here to do the job for him. That’s all you need to know. Now, you’re obviously here to ask me to allow you into evidence holding, am I right?
Fly: Yes.
Robert Cairo: The answer is no. I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t assault my security guards on your way out, too.
Fly: I’m not leaving. Call your brother. I think he’ll understand the importance of me getting my hands on that evidence.
Robert Cairo: Bobby doesn’t want to be bothered with your problems, Mr. Fly, and neither do I. That evidence is the property of New York City and it will stay as such.
Fly sighs and steps forward. He takes a seat across from Cairo.
Fly: There’s one thing I know about Cairo’s, Robert. They’re businessmen. I think the two of us can come to some sort of arrangement that’s best for both parties here.
Robert Cairo leans back in his seat and nods his head slowly.
Cairo: What do you have in mind, Mr. Fly?
Fly: What about the king – cash. One million dollars and you give me the keycode for the evidence room and turn off the cameras. I’ll take care of the rest.
Cairo continues to sit and think about the proposal. After a few seconds he leans forward.
Cairo: Two million and you have a deal.
Cairo extends his hand across the desk.
Cairo: Take the deal, Mr. Fly. You’re in no position to negotiate.
Fly nods solemnly. He reaches out in grasps Cairo’s hands to solidify the agreement.
Cairo: The code is 62226, Bobby’s height and weight. I’ll call and ask to for the building’s security system to be rebooted. You’ll have ten minutes from then to get in and out.
Fly: More than enough time. Thank you, Robert. You’ll have your money by the end of the day.
Cairo: I had better.
Fly nods and walks out of the office. Outside, he pauses next to the security guard.
Fly: Sorry. No hard feelings, I hope.
With that, Fly proceeds back down the hallway and out into the reception area. He exits the room and back out to the first floor corridor of city hall. He heads back to the main entrance and once again grabs the staircase on the right to the third floor. He walks toward the evidence collection room. He opens the door and immediately walks to the keypad. The security guard notices that Fly is the same person who was in earlier.
Security Guard: Hey! Hold on a second…
Fly enters in the keycode and the door opens up. The security guard is standing on the other side of the door.
Security Guard: Aren’t you Clive Owen? How did you know that code?
Fly doesn’t respond. He kicks the security guard in the stomach and then throws him against the wall. Two vicious punches to the head, and the security guard slumps to the ground. Fly proceeds past him to another door, opening it. The door leads into the evidence collection room. The room is probably 100 feet wide and 200 feet deep with shelves everywhere. Hanging from the ceiling above the shelves is a lettering system, starting with AA, then AB, AC, etc. Fly walks through the room and finds the ‘FL’ marker. He walks over to it and looks at the shelf where dozens of plastic containers have been placed. Each container has the case number, case name, and date of which the evidence corresponds to. Fly spots one with “Fly and Orbit” on it and grabs the container.
Fly: Boom.
Fly tucks the contained under his arm and walks out of the room. He walks all the way back out to the third floor corridor, down the steps, and outside of city hall without anyone noticing what he’s carrying. Fly walks back out to the road and hails a cab. Inside, he takes his seat.
Fly: Zuccotti Park, please.
With that, the scene comes to an end.
