Post by Torture on Mar 17, 2006 1:00:49 GMT -5
Friday Morning. 8:58 AM.
- Kurtis Victory walking down the street. No puffy hair. Shaved head. White long sleeve dress shirt. Tan jacket over it. Black pants. Nobody recognizes him. Nappy hair hanging a half inch off his chin, instead of clean shaven. He's just walking down the street. A man in a nice suit, gold watch, gold neckalace. Looks italian. Glasses. Hair combed back. Kurtis is walking. This man bumps into him. Accident?
Kurtis: Hey man watch where you're going.
Man: Or maybe I should watch where you're going?
- Kurtis stops in his tracks and fully turns around.
Kurtis: What?
Man: The name is Tony. You can call me T.
- Tony extends his arm out. Kurtis shakes it. However, still confused.
Tony: Kurtis, I know all about you. I even know where you're going.
Kurtis: What? How?
Tony: Kurtis. You have a nice day.
- Tony just smiles, fixes his suit coat and walks on. Kurtis shakes the confusement off his face and begins to walk in the direction he was to begin with. He walks half a block. Stands in front of a door that says Private on it. Kurtis looks around. Nobody notices. He walks inside. As soon as he gets inside a huge african-american man shoves KV up against the wall. The walkway he walked in, isn't too wide. The black man pats him down. KV yells words out, as his face is smashed against the bricks.
Black Man: Whats your name?
Kurtis: Victory mayne! Kurtis Victory!
Black Man: Go up the stairs. Dean's been waiting for you.
- Kurtis flinches the mans hand off his shoulder. He fixes his jacket and dress shirt. Dusts himself off. Walks up the stairs. Enters through a door. Another dark room. Just like the hallway, long, narrow and dark. This room is dark, however it's wide. A flat desk in the room. A nice, long, huge window behind the chair. The shadowed figure in the chair turns around in it, and faces the door, from looking at the window.
Dean: Kurtis...
- Howard Dean's face is now visible through the small light shining into the room.
Dean: Have a seat.
- Kurtis sits down in the chair which is opposite side of Howard Dean.
Kurtis: Tell your boy at the door to be more gentle. I know damn well he knows who I am.
Dean: Don't worry about G. He's just bored sitting at the door for so long.
Kurtis: Who the hell is Tony? Told me to call him T?
Dean: Oh. Tony Armuchi? He just loves to play with your head.
Kurtis: And how the hell does he know me?
Dean: Tony is in this with me. He's known Torture. For a long time. Which is why I called you down here...
Kurtis: Yeah.. I was getting to that..
Dean: Tony has boys. Not kids. Boys as in.. boys. You know. People that got your back. Birds in the trees, if you get my drift. He told me some information.
Kurtis: Like what?
Dean: Like they never found Tortures body, Kurtis, WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? YOU PLAYING ME?
Kurtis: Wha? No! Dean.. Come on.. You know he's dead just like the rest of them.
Dean: Kurtis.. You're playing me. You playin' me? I gave you this job because I thought you wanted him gone.
Kurtis: Yeah! Come on man! I'm not playin you! He's gone! Dead! Come on!
Dean: You better pray to god he's not alive. You better pray to whatever god you brothas pray to... I will have your ass..
Kurtis: Man. Calm down. He ain't alive. Ain't no comin' back for him!
Dean: Kurtis. Just know this. Tony is my boy. G is my boy. I've got more boys. I've got guns. I'm ruling the god damn country, and nobody knows about it. You.. you're hired. I will have you vanished on the face of this planet faster than you can say Laci Peterson. Understand?
Kurtis: Yeah, I got y..
- Dean leans over the desk/table quickly, and pulls on Kurtis shirt, to bring him face to face with him.
- Dean, gritting his teeth together when he speaks.
Dean: Do. You. Understand??
Kurtis: Yes.
- Dean lets go. Kurtis fixes his shirt and stands up.
Dean: You better hope he's gone. Believe me. You don't want to see me again.
- Kurtis turns around and walks out of the dark office. He walks down the narrow walkway towards the door. He looks at G, the big black man. Disgust on Kurtis face. No fear on G's face. Kurtis just walks out. He stands on the street. Cars racing by. People walking to the next location, or destination. Scene fades as Kurtis begins to walk down the street.
- Kurtis Victory walking down the street. No puffy hair. Shaved head. White long sleeve dress shirt. Tan jacket over it. Black pants. Nobody recognizes him. Nappy hair hanging a half inch off his chin, instead of clean shaven. He's just walking down the street. A man in a nice suit, gold watch, gold neckalace. Looks italian. Glasses. Hair combed back. Kurtis is walking. This man bumps into him. Accident?
Kurtis: Hey man watch where you're going.
Man: Or maybe I should watch where you're going?
- Kurtis stops in his tracks and fully turns around.
Kurtis: What?
Man: The name is Tony. You can call me T.
- Tony extends his arm out. Kurtis shakes it. However, still confused.
Tony: Kurtis, I know all about you. I even know where you're going.
Kurtis: What? How?
Tony: Kurtis. You have a nice day.
- Tony just smiles, fixes his suit coat and walks on. Kurtis shakes the confusement off his face and begins to walk in the direction he was to begin with. He walks half a block. Stands in front of a door that says Private on it. Kurtis looks around. Nobody notices. He walks inside. As soon as he gets inside a huge african-american man shoves KV up against the wall. The walkway he walked in, isn't too wide. The black man pats him down. KV yells words out, as his face is smashed against the bricks.
Black Man: Whats your name?
Kurtis: Victory mayne! Kurtis Victory!
Black Man: Go up the stairs. Dean's been waiting for you.
- Kurtis flinches the mans hand off his shoulder. He fixes his jacket and dress shirt. Dusts himself off. Walks up the stairs. Enters through a door. Another dark room. Just like the hallway, long, narrow and dark. This room is dark, however it's wide. A flat desk in the room. A nice, long, huge window behind the chair. The shadowed figure in the chair turns around in it, and faces the door, from looking at the window.
Dean: Kurtis...
- Howard Dean's face is now visible through the small light shining into the room.
Dean: Have a seat.
- Kurtis sits down in the chair which is opposite side of Howard Dean.
Kurtis: Tell your boy at the door to be more gentle. I know damn well he knows who I am.
Dean: Don't worry about G. He's just bored sitting at the door for so long.
Kurtis: Who the hell is Tony? Told me to call him T?
Dean: Oh. Tony Armuchi? He just loves to play with your head.
Kurtis: And how the hell does he know me?
Dean: Tony is in this with me. He's known Torture. For a long time. Which is why I called you down here...
Kurtis: Yeah.. I was getting to that..
Dean: Tony has boys. Not kids. Boys as in.. boys. You know. People that got your back. Birds in the trees, if you get my drift. He told me some information.
Kurtis: Like what?
Dean: Like they never found Tortures body, Kurtis, WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? YOU PLAYING ME?
Kurtis: Wha? No! Dean.. Come on.. You know he's dead just like the rest of them.
Dean: Kurtis.. You're playing me. You playin' me? I gave you this job because I thought you wanted him gone.
Kurtis: Yeah! Come on man! I'm not playin you! He's gone! Dead! Come on!
Dean: You better pray to god he's not alive. You better pray to whatever god you brothas pray to... I will have your ass..
Kurtis: Man. Calm down. He ain't alive. Ain't no comin' back for him!
Dean: Kurtis. Just know this. Tony is my boy. G is my boy. I've got more boys. I've got guns. I'm ruling the god damn country, and nobody knows about it. You.. you're hired. I will have you vanished on the face of this planet faster than you can say Laci Peterson. Understand?
Kurtis: Yeah, I got y..
- Dean leans over the desk/table quickly, and pulls on Kurtis shirt, to bring him face to face with him.
- Dean, gritting his teeth together when he speaks.
Dean: Do. You. Understand??
Kurtis: Yes.
- Dean lets go. Kurtis fixes his shirt and stands up.
Dean: You better hope he's gone. Believe me. You don't want to see me again.
- Kurtis turns around and walks out of the dark office. He walks down the narrow walkway towards the door. He looks at G, the big black man. Disgust on Kurtis face. No fear on G's face. Kurtis just walks out. He stands on the street. Cars racing by. People walking to the next location, or destination. Scene fades as Kurtis begins to walk down the street.
