Post by The Brothers Holland on Sept 23, 2007 19:20:04 GMT -6
*It's another of those dark settings. A wide, spacious yet indoor setting. There is a small amount of light generated by a small table lamp. We can see shelves. Lots of shelves, all laden with books of some description or other. Voices echo around the whole building, two voices in fact. Two very familiar voices. A quick camera redirection shows who they belong to, namely Dave and Milo Holland, newly crowned nCw Tag Team Champions. Dave is flicking through a book whilst Milo is leaning over him.*
Milo: Remind me again why we've come here.
Dave: Because I recently watched the promo from last week. The one where you carried on talking after I'd left.
Milo: So? You do it all the time with me.
Dave: Milo, I'm not a woman. It's not how or when you said it.. it was what you said.
Milo: You know if Mel ever finds out you said that you're in so much trouble.
Dave: She'll get over it, she knows I don't mean it personally. Anyway you kept mentioning our father. As if he had something to do with the way we are. You want to save me some time and tell me what you meant?
Milo: I dunno... I just... wait a second... something's coming back to me. Remember a few months ago I said I had a message for you, one I remembered from a vision I had when I came back from the dead?
Dave: Vaguely yes... What was the message?
Milo: Something about dad. I can't remember.
Dave: Then maybe this will jog something. I've found him.
Milo: Who? Dad?
Dave: Castor David Holland. Born January 14th 1948 died August 12th 1985. That's him there.
*Dave points to a photograph. Milo's eyes widen and suddenly something clicks both from the picture and the date.*
Milo: That's him!
Dave: I know it's him.. it says so right here.
Milo: No... that's him... that's Castor!
Dave: Well yes, Dad's name was Castor, this is Dad... therefore... wait a minute.... Castor.. that's... Castor, Your Alter ego psycho madman Castor?
*Milo can't say anything... slight tears well up in his eyes and in Dave's too. It takes a few minutes before anyone can get it together to talk again.*
Dave: And the birthday... it's the same as yours. That explains why he came to you.. not me. And he spoke to you...
Milo: I remember. He sacrificed himself.. that's how I could come back. He said as he went... "I'm proud of both my sons." He told me to tell you that. And told me to tell you to look him up.
Dave: Heh... that's what we're doing right now. Irony huh?
Milo: What else does it say about him?
Dave: Let's see... Born in Abergavenny... moved with his sister to Llangollen... that's Ma. Then it goes blank...
*Dave turns the page and then suddenly moves a hand over his mouth*
Dave: Oh my god.
Milo: What is it?
Dave: Maybe an explanation as to why we were sent to the orphanage and not to our Aunt.
*Dave leans back revealing a mugshot of Castor Holland holding a criminal number plate. Across the page is stamped the word [CLASSIFIED] and a reference number for presumably the police record.*
Dave: Our dad....
Milo: I don't believe it.
Dave: Milo...
*Milo stands and throws a chair clear across the room, shouting as he does so.*
Milo: I WON'T BELIEVE IT!!!
*Dave stands suddenly and grabs Milo with a hug, trying to calm him down*
Dave: Milo.. calm it will you, we don't even know what that's all about. For all we know he might have smoked marijuana once when he was a stupid kid, got caught, got slapped with a criminal record which can't be divulged and therefore is classified.
Milo: Oh wake up Dave, you're supposed to be the smart one here! My Castor was a complete psychopath. He was our father and he drove me to cripple you years ago... turning his own sons against each other. You really think he turned that way only in my mind?!
*An uneasy pause. Dave knows Milo's probably right but he doesn't want to admit it. He knew his father once. Milo was too young at the time to really remember but Dave remembered. He couldn't see his dad doing anything like Milo just described. Milo slumps against a bookcase and sits on the floor. Dave moves over and sits beside him*
Dave: We'll sort this out later, yeah? I know this is big but it's not crucial. We're the *** damn Tag Team Champions of the nCw for christ's sake! That's more important than this for now. Come on... let's go celebrate properly. We'll talk to Ma later this week yeah?
Milo: He was in my head all that time.... only at the end did he tell me. I never knew. Never caught on.
Dave: To be fair Milo, it was usually like you two were constantly missing each other. He'd walk into the room just as you walk out and vice versa. Come on... let's go drinking.
Milo: Yeah... let's go.
*Dave and Milo both stand and brush themselves down.*
Dave: You brought the belt with you?
*Milo opens his jacket to show the nCw Tag team Title around his waist.*
Milo: You kidding? I've yet to take it off!
*Dave smirks before opening his ajcket and showing that he's still wearing his belt too*
Dave: Don't you find it sits just about right?
Milo: It's a little tight.
Dave: Odd... Mine's actually a little loose.
*They exchange strange glances to each other and then realise what's happened. Dave removes his belt and hands it to Milo as Milo hands his own belt to Dave. They then both decide against putting them back round the waist and just sling them over the shoulders.*
Dave: How's that sit?
Milo: Pretty cunning I reckon.
*A slap on the shoulder is all that's left as the pair turn and exit the library. Their sillhouettes cast across the room showing a strange square shoulder formation that only a title belt can make. Yep.... that, nCw.. is your Tag team Champions. Good Night Everybody!*
*Sudden cut to the morning after. The sun is shining into a bedroom. Dave is lying face down on the bed, almost falling off the edge. Snoring can be heard from a comatose and still fully dressed Milo in an armchair in the corner. Suddenly a mobile phone rings.. Dave groggily wakes and answers it*
Dave: Hello...... Oh hi honey I was just........... what promo?........... oh that one. What about it?........... I said what?........... Oh come on now you know I didn't... Hello? Mel?... Mel?.......
*Dave has just been hung up on. He hits the redial*
Dave: Mel I didn.....
*Again Dave has been hung up on. He hits another series of buttons.*
Dave: Hi Mario... Yeah I'd like to order a single white rose. Those ones you import from that guy in england... the nice smelling ones... that's them. Card? Yeah could you make something up?........ Well you're italian.. you're supposed to know the language of love right?........ I knew you could. Thanks Mario..... Yeah usual address, she's probably expecting it.
*Dave hangs up*
Milo: You're gonna be in trouble again
Dave: Oh you're awake. Why this time?
Milo: That card with the fancy apologetic stuff on?
Dave: Yeah?
Milo: She's gonna know it's not your words.
Dave: How?
Milo: Usual reasons. I don't get how you can keep missing an entire camera crew.
*Dave looks straight down camera, his face one of pure horror*
Dave: ............. Oh Fu
~fin~
Milo: Remind me again why we've come here.
Dave: Because I recently watched the promo from last week. The one where you carried on talking after I'd left.
Milo: So? You do it all the time with me.
Dave: Milo, I'm not a woman. It's not how or when you said it.. it was what you said.
Milo: You know if Mel ever finds out you said that you're in so much trouble.
Dave: She'll get over it, she knows I don't mean it personally. Anyway you kept mentioning our father. As if he had something to do with the way we are. You want to save me some time and tell me what you meant?
Milo: I dunno... I just... wait a second... something's coming back to me. Remember a few months ago I said I had a message for you, one I remembered from a vision I had when I came back from the dead?
Dave: Vaguely yes... What was the message?
Milo: Something about dad. I can't remember.
Dave: Then maybe this will jog something. I've found him.
Milo: Who? Dad?
Dave: Castor David Holland. Born January 14th 1948 died August 12th 1985. That's him there.
*Dave points to a photograph. Milo's eyes widen and suddenly something clicks both from the picture and the date.*
Milo: That's him!
Dave: I know it's him.. it says so right here.
Milo: No... that's him... that's Castor!
Dave: Well yes, Dad's name was Castor, this is Dad... therefore... wait a minute.... Castor.. that's... Castor, Your Alter ego psycho madman Castor?
*Milo can't say anything... slight tears well up in his eyes and in Dave's too. It takes a few minutes before anyone can get it together to talk again.*
Dave: And the birthday... it's the same as yours. That explains why he came to you.. not me. And he spoke to you...
Milo: I remember. He sacrificed himself.. that's how I could come back. He said as he went... "I'm proud of both my sons." He told me to tell you that. And told me to tell you to look him up.
Dave: Heh... that's what we're doing right now. Irony huh?
Milo: What else does it say about him?
Dave: Let's see... Born in Abergavenny... moved with his sister to Llangollen... that's Ma. Then it goes blank...
*Dave turns the page and then suddenly moves a hand over his mouth*
Dave: Oh my god.
Milo: What is it?
Dave: Maybe an explanation as to why we were sent to the orphanage and not to our Aunt.
*Dave leans back revealing a mugshot of Castor Holland holding a criminal number plate. Across the page is stamped the word [CLASSIFIED] and a reference number for presumably the police record.*
Dave: Our dad....
Milo: I don't believe it.
Dave: Milo...
*Milo stands and throws a chair clear across the room, shouting as he does so.*
Milo: I WON'T BELIEVE IT!!!
*Dave stands suddenly and grabs Milo with a hug, trying to calm him down*
Dave: Milo.. calm it will you, we don't even know what that's all about. For all we know he might have smoked marijuana once when he was a stupid kid, got caught, got slapped with a criminal record which can't be divulged and therefore is classified.
Milo: Oh wake up Dave, you're supposed to be the smart one here! My Castor was a complete psychopath. He was our father and he drove me to cripple you years ago... turning his own sons against each other. You really think he turned that way only in my mind?!
*An uneasy pause. Dave knows Milo's probably right but he doesn't want to admit it. He knew his father once. Milo was too young at the time to really remember but Dave remembered. He couldn't see his dad doing anything like Milo just described. Milo slumps against a bookcase and sits on the floor. Dave moves over and sits beside him*
Dave: We'll sort this out later, yeah? I know this is big but it's not crucial. We're the *** damn Tag Team Champions of the nCw for christ's sake! That's more important than this for now. Come on... let's go celebrate properly. We'll talk to Ma later this week yeah?
Milo: He was in my head all that time.... only at the end did he tell me. I never knew. Never caught on.
Dave: To be fair Milo, it was usually like you two were constantly missing each other. He'd walk into the room just as you walk out and vice versa. Come on... let's go drinking.
Milo: Yeah... let's go.
*Dave and Milo both stand and brush themselves down.*
Dave: You brought the belt with you?
*Milo opens his jacket to show the nCw Tag team Title around his waist.*
Milo: You kidding? I've yet to take it off!
*Dave smirks before opening his ajcket and showing that he's still wearing his belt too*
Dave: Don't you find it sits just about right?
Milo: It's a little tight.
Dave: Odd... Mine's actually a little loose.
*They exchange strange glances to each other and then realise what's happened. Dave removes his belt and hands it to Milo as Milo hands his own belt to Dave. They then both decide against putting them back round the waist and just sling them over the shoulders.*
Dave: How's that sit?
Milo: Pretty cunning I reckon.
*A slap on the shoulder is all that's left as the pair turn and exit the library. Their sillhouettes cast across the room showing a strange square shoulder formation that only a title belt can make. Yep.... that, nCw.. is your Tag team Champions. Good Night Everybody!*
*Sudden cut to the morning after. The sun is shining into a bedroom. Dave is lying face down on the bed, almost falling off the edge. Snoring can be heard from a comatose and still fully dressed Milo in an armchair in the corner. Suddenly a mobile phone rings.. Dave groggily wakes and answers it*
Dave: Hello...... Oh hi honey I was just........... what promo?........... oh that one. What about it?........... I said what?........... Oh come on now you know I didn't... Hello? Mel?... Mel?.......
*Dave has just been hung up on. He hits the redial*
Dave: Mel I didn.....
*Again Dave has been hung up on. He hits another series of buttons.*
Dave: Hi Mario... Yeah I'd like to order a single white rose. Those ones you import from that guy in england... the nice smelling ones... that's them. Card? Yeah could you make something up?........ Well you're italian.. you're supposed to know the language of love right?........ I knew you could. Thanks Mario..... Yeah usual address, she's probably expecting it.
*Dave hangs up*
Milo: You're gonna be in trouble again
Dave: Oh you're awake. Why this time?
Milo: That card with the fancy apologetic stuff on?
Dave: Yeah?
Milo: She's gonna know it's not your words.
Dave: How?
Milo: Usual reasons. I don't get how you can keep missing an entire camera crew.
*Dave looks straight down camera, his face one of pure horror*
Dave: ............. Oh Fu
~fin~