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Chapter 54: Separation Issues
Wednesday June 12th, 2001. 2:04 P.M.
A kid, months away from turning sixteen, is sitting in a chair opposite a mahogany desk. The man across the desk is smoking a Cuban cigar and spins around to look at the kid. The kid is wearing a black tall tee and baggy jeans. The man across the desk is wearing a black suit with green pin stripes. He puts the cigar out and looks the kid over.
Man: So, what happened to your parents?
Kid: Why the hell do you want to know?!
Man: Easy kid…
Kid: Shut up!
Man: (Scowls and looks at the kid) Do you know who you’re talking to?!
Kid: Why would I care?
Man: You should! I’m Don Tommy Vercetti! Don of the Vercetti Crime Family!
Kid: (Crosses his arms and leans into the chair) Whoopty f*cking doo…
Tommy: (Stands up and walks over to the kid) That mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble. You better learn to respect adults.
Kid: (Looks into Tommy’s eyes) I don’t care if you’re the Don of the Vercetti Family. You can go…f*ck yourself…
Tommy: (Looks at the kid and slaps him across the face) Listen, and listen good you little piece of sh*t. You should be grateful that you’re here. No one in Vice City wants to adopt some delinquent kid.
Kid: So why would you?
Tommy: I saw you, and… I don’t know… I see things…
Kid: What is this, some Mob movie or something?
Tommy: Shut your mouth…
Girl: (Walks into the room and sees Tommy and the kid) Who is that daddy?
Tommy: Hey honey, I would like you to meet a new good friend of mine.
Girl: (Walks over and looks at the kid and blushes) How do you know him?
Tommy: Friend of his parents…
Girl: (Puts her hand out to shake the kids hand) Nice to meet you!
Kid: (Looks at Tommy then at the girl) You too… (Shakes her hand)
Girl: What’s your name?
Sunday May 31st, 2007. 9:24 P.M.
Roberto’s back is still against the bar and Steven’s back is against the bar wall. They look at each other, then up at the mini-gun bullets plowing into the bar wall behind Steven. Roberto looks over at Vic who has his eyes closed and his breathing is slowed down. Roberto slowly checks Vic out and sees a knife wound on his left side under his ribs.
Roberto: (Looks at Steven) Alright, when he breaks for one second in firing, we both come up and shoot him down. Then we come back down because he must have more men around this club.
Steven: (Hears the mini-gun bullets stop firing and clicking from its position) I think he’s out…
Roberto: (Slowly sticks his head over the bar edge and sees the man banging the gun with his fist) No, it jammed… (Gets up and puts one bullet hole in his head before quickly ducking from the fire of ten more of Juan’s men) There’s ten more men scattered around the club. There are four on the first floor, three on the second floor balconies, and three more on the third floor balconies.
Steven: How are we going to do this?!
Roberto: (Looks around and finds a hose connected into a tank) We need a distraction… (Grabs the hose and sprays some of the beer into his mouth) Hope you can take the heat… (Sticks his hand over the edge of the bar and stats spraying the beer all over the club floor on the other side) When I say three, stand up. They’ll fire and ignite the alcohol. Then we can take them down when they are busy with the fire.
Steven: (Looks at the hose spilling a constant stream of alcohol over the bar) That’s my expensive drink…
Roberto: (Looks at Steven dumbfounded) We are about to die, and you’re worried about me wasting your most expensive drink?!
Steven: It costs me about thirty bucks per liter!
Roberto: (Hears the hose emptying and pulls it back over the bar) One…two…
Steven: On three or after three?
Roberto: On, it’s always faster on.
Steven: (Stands up and sees the men opens fire) Oh sh*t! (Sees the fire blaze up and stretch across the entire bar length) Oh sh*t!
Roberto: (Stands up and takes aim at the men on the third balcony) At least help out. (Shoots down all three men with headshots takes aim for the men on the second floor)
Steven: (Shakes his head and opens fire on the four men on the first floor) I can’t see with this fire!
Roberto: (Finishes up the men on the second floor and notices the four men on the first floor have taken cover in booths) Nice shooting…
Steven: Man, shut the hell up!
Roberto: (Runs around the bar and slowly manages his way around the fire and into a booth)
Steven: (Follows Roberto into the booth) What now genius?
Roberto: (Roberto looks around the corner and sees one man reloading and not paying attention. He shoots down the man reloading and goes back into the booth) Three more…
Steven: (Hears bullets plowing into the corner of the booth) Three is still a lot against both of us.
Roberto: (Switches his pistol for Steven’s MP5) Watch… (Roberto waits for the bullets to stop before turning the corner and running into the booth next to the gunners. He sidles against the wall and looks around the corner to see all three men) Oh sh*t! (Surprises the men and takes out two while jumping back behind the wall) “Too close…” (Catches his breath and slowly turns the corner taking out the remaining man) There we go. (Walks back towards Steven) There, finished.
Steven: (Pokes his head around the corner and finally looks around the club) Holy sh*t… my club! It’s ruined!
Roberto: (Looks around) Oh well, but of course you have better real estate, right?
Steven: Yeah, but this was my favorite!
Roberto: (Remembers Vic and throws the MP5 on the ground) Oh sh*t! (Runs to the bar and slides over to Vic) Vic! You okay!
Vic: (Opens his eyes and sees Roberto, but is all blurred up) Roberto…?
Roberto: (Lifts up Vic’s shirt around the wound) Vic, this is really deep.
Vic: They stabbed me with a hunting knife…
Roberto: (Looks at Vic’s face, which is growing pale) It’s going to be okay. Just hold on. (Yells at Steven) Steven, get an ambulance!
Steven: (Walking around the rubble in the club) Gone, all gone…
Roberto: (Grabs a bar rag and puts it over the wound) Hold that there Vic. (Stands up and sees Steven just walking around) Did you hear me! Get a f*cking ambulance!
Steven: All done the pipes…
Roberto: (Climbs over the bar and walks over to Steven) Did you hear me?! Call 911.
Steven: (Turns around and looks at Roberto) Did you see what you did to my club?
Roberto: (Looks around and then at Steven) Me? I didn’t do sh*t!
Steven: Get out…
Roberto: (Stares Steven in the eyes) Just like always… (Shoves Steven on the floor and walks back over to the bar)
Steven: (Gets up and cocks the pistol) Don’t mess with me!
Roberto: (Stops in mid climb over the bar) You won’t do it. (Climbs over the bar)
Steven: (Fires one shot that graves Roberto’s left shoulder) Don’t f*ck with me!
Roberto: (Looks at Steven through the flames) Still think you’re in charge don’t you?
Steven: I am in charge! I am! (Fires another shot that destroys a bottle next to Roberto’s head)
Roberto: (Bends down to Vic) Wake up, we got to go!
Vic: (Slowly raises his arm and grabs Roberto shirt) Just leave me. Save yourself.
Roberto: (Grabs Vic) This isn’t no movie Vic… (Grabs a bottle of Vodka with his free hand and stuffs another bar rag inside) This isn’t no movie, this is real life. (Stands up with Vic leaning on his shoulder and chucks the Vodka bottle at Steven) See you in hell!
Steven: (Watches the bottle catch fire as it flies through the searing flame) I’ll save you a seat! (Shoots one bullet at the bottle causing it to explode)
Roberto: (Shields Vic and his eyes with his arm) f*ck! (Feels a shard pierce his left tricep) What last words… (Slings Vic’s arm over his shoulder and heads out the front doors of the club) Vic, you’re alright. (Hears no response) Vic… Vic? (Shakes Vic) Vic… (Slowly places Vic on the floor and lays him out) Don’t worry Vic, this isn’t how you’ll go… (Looks at Vic’s closed eyes then at the knife wound) Juan… (Slowly stands up and looks at the smoke pouring out of the club) Things always have to get complicated. First it’s Catalina, now it’s Juan. What’s next?! (Hears a car screech to a stop behind him)
Cesar: (Jumps out of the car and runs up to Roberto) Roberto! Kelsey got kidnapped and Carl is really hurt! He needs to go to the… (Sees Vic on the floor with blood pouring out of him) sh*t…
Roberto: (Looks at Vic’s body, then at Cesar, then at Vic’s body again) How badly hurt is Carl?
Cesar: Nine bullet wounds...
Roberto: (Walks towards the car) Let’s hurry before he dies too…
Edited by Cubanwhip, 29 October 2006 - 03:44 AM.