Post by Ricky Johnson on Nov 28, 2010 7:32:01 GMT -6
SHATTER - Look, Mr. Johnson, with all due respect, you are a civilian, and a foreign one at that. You have no authority or right to essentially interfere with police procedure.
RICKY - I don't really care. It's my wife in there.
SHATTER - And the last thing I need, is two dead bodies on my hands because a husbands foolish pride cost him and his wife their lives.
RICKY - How...dare.. you...
SHATTER - Then it's settled, you're staying out here, and I'm going in.
RICKY - So you can play hero? Oh no.
SHATTER - One man can get in easier than half a dozen. Once I'm in, and in deep enough to make positive ID, I'll send for the backup, I don't want anyone getting hurt.
RICKY - And what happens if you fail?
{A long silence}
SHATTER - I won't.
{Shatter turns away from Ricky, motioning towards the swat officers.}
SHATTER - Alpha team, move down the road about 20 meters. Bravo team, up the road about 5. It should take me no more than 30 minutes to conduct this search, once I have eyes on the target, I will send the signal to begin the sweep and clear If you hear nothing for over an hour, make your way inside. . These men are to be considered armed and dangerous...shoot to kill, if necessary.
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And so I stood.
Waiting, hoping, wishing.
Powerless once again.
Of course, every single Irish cop had to give me the obligatory "it's going to be all-right" speech.
All of their faces, on edge.
Waiting for their moment.
Me?
Minutes seems like days.
it had been 5 Minutes, and nothing.
I wanted them to go then.
10 minutes, still nothing.
They continued to ensure me that Shatter was a pro. He does this for a living.
I tried to pass the time, counting the windows in the building.
I counted stars in the sky.
I even thought about wrestling.
I had been obsessed with Curtis Kanyon for days leading up to here.
I was hell bent on beating him.
I could see his face.
But in retrospect, he helped me more than anyone at this particular moment.
He made the time go by.
Curtis Kanyon saved Ricky Johnson from doing something he might have regretted.
Before I knew it, 45 minutes.
And I was off in my own little world, day-dreaming about Curtis Kanyon.
But I snapped back to reality, but the visual, of disturbed guards.
Was there something?
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{The swat members stare at the facility, and finally, the one in charge makes the call for the swat to move into position, but there was still no official word from Shatter.}
RICKY - What's going on?
CHIEF O'GRADY - Lad, your wife....is not at this location.
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Empty?
How could that be?
How could she not be there?
This was it.
This was our moment.
And she's not....there.
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RICKY - But Sarah said she was here. She said they had here...at this location. There must be some mistake.
CHIEF O'GRADY - Sorry, son. Word has come from Shatter himself, there is no one matching your wife's description here. But that doesn't mean we won't stop looking.
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Time then stood still.
Why?
How?
What was going on.
I couldn't grasp the situation at all. There was nothing. No one. Roxi...gone again.
- - -
The swat team moved up with alarming precision. They moved swiftly, and perfectly through. Their interlocking fields of fire crisp and to a T.
Shatter emerged from the building moments after the Swat moved in. He could only scratch his head is disbelief.
He put his arm on my shoulder as if to console me.
When the proverbial smoke cleared, 18 men were killed that day in the sweep in clear. 11 wounded. 22 were taken into custody.
I didn't care about any of them.
There was only one guy I needed to talked to.
And I did.
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{Ricky begins walking through the building, now riddled with bullet holes and spent shell casings. He opens the door at the end of the hallway and enters a new room. Inside, Sheamus McIreland sits. being read his Miranda rights, in Gaelic, by Shatter, who had earler re-joined in an effort to search for the wounded. The process stops when Shatter spots Ricky.
SHATTER - Mr. Johnson, I'm sorry, but can you please excuse us for another moment or two?
RICKY - Where is she?
{McIreland laughs to himself.}
SHATTER - Mr. Johs-
RICKY - SHUT UP.
{Ricky turns back to Sheamus.}
RICKY - Answer the question.
{Sheamus snickers.}
SHEAMUS - And who might that be, fella?
RICKY - Look, at this point, I don't care. Alive. Dead. I just want to know where she is.
{Sheamus feigns interest}
SHEAMUS - Is that so, boyo? Well, yer going ta need the luck of the Irish to find her.
{Sheamus laughs again. Ricky has already had enough, and snatches up the handcuffed Sheamus by the lapel.}
SHATTER - Mr. Johnson!
RICKY - Now you listen to me! I don't care about you, or any of these ****s you have on you're payroll. I don't care what you've done previously, but you, before me, and whoever it is you pray to, you're going to tell me where my wife is!
{Sheamus only smiles.}
SHEAMUS - Well first, fella, I'm going to have to thank you.
{Ricky is confused}
RICKY - What?
{Without warning, Sheamus reaches up with now free hands, and headbutts Ricky in the face. Shatter is a split second too late to react, as Sheamus reaches for a hidden pistol in his coat and shoots Shatter. Shatter falls.}
SHEAMUS - Like I was sayin' I have to thank you, boyo, for making this the best day of me life. In one move, I get to kill a thorn in my side, and you have wiped out any traces of illegal activity by shooting up me facility.
{Sheamus looks down at Ricky, clutching his forehead, which is bleeding. Ricky attempts to stand but gets kicked square in the ribs.}
SHEAMUS - Oy, did that hurt? Well, since we're all hurting today, let me let you in on a little secret: You're wife has been dead for months.
{Ricky yells in anguish}
SHEAMUS - I had the boys take care of her, as soon as we left that night. I knew that you'd come look for her, so I sent Ms. Kennedy to keep an eye out. And boy did that work out for the best. Sarah was onto this scheme the whole time, that's why there's nothing here. She set you up.
{Another kick to the ribs keeps Ricky down. Sheamus points the pistol.}
SHEAMUS - And now, Why not kill the other half the famous Johnson wrestling team?
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Then...it happened.
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ROXI - Because you didn't kill either of us.
SHEAMUS - WHAT?...HOW?
{Roxi, very much alive, stand at the doorway, looking filthy. Dirt, blood, and grime have discolored her white t-shirt, and black pants. They mat her hair and stick it to her face.}
SHEAMUS - You can't be alive. I watched them bury you.
{Sheamus points his gun at Roxi, but Shatter is now back on his feet, and kicks Sheamus in the chest, sending him flying backwards. The gun falls out of his hand And the swat has re-entered the room after hearing that initial gunshot.}
SHEAMUS - GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!
{Ricky stands and looks at Roxi, who begins to stagger over to him. He stops her, and looks at her.}
RICKY - You're....alive?
{Roxi only smirks weekly. Ricky cradle carries her outside. Doctors and medical personell attend to her.}
__________________________________________________________________________________________________
And just like that, she was there again.
Someone I thought I'd never see again.
If...only for a moment.
But there she is.
Broken, battered, bloody, bruised.
She never looked any better.
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SHATTER - Medics say it could take quite a while, but she'll be okay. There was no trace of gunshot wound on her. She either she got it treated, or their never was one. But wherever she was, she looks like she's been through hell.
RICKY - Sometimes we all have to go through hell to get to heaven.
RICKY - I don't really care. It's my wife in there.
SHATTER - And the last thing I need, is two dead bodies on my hands because a husbands foolish pride cost him and his wife their lives.
RICKY - How...dare.. you...
SHATTER - Then it's settled, you're staying out here, and I'm going in.
RICKY - So you can play hero? Oh no.
SHATTER - One man can get in easier than half a dozen. Once I'm in, and in deep enough to make positive ID, I'll send for the backup, I don't want anyone getting hurt.
RICKY - And what happens if you fail?
{A long silence}
SHATTER - I won't.
{Shatter turns away from Ricky, motioning towards the swat officers.}
SHATTER - Alpha team, move down the road about 20 meters. Bravo team, up the road about 5. It should take me no more than 30 minutes to conduct this search, once I have eyes on the target, I will send the signal to begin the sweep and clear If you hear nothing for over an hour, make your way inside. . These men are to be considered armed and dangerous...shoot to kill, if necessary.
_________________________________________________________________________________________________
And so I stood.
Waiting, hoping, wishing.
Powerless once again.
Of course, every single Irish cop had to give me the obligatory "it's going to be all-right" speech.
All of their faces, on edge.
Waiting for their moment.
Me?
Minutes seems like days.
it had been 5 Minutes, and nothing.
I wanted them to go then.
10 minutes, still nothing.
They continued to ensure me that Shatter was a pro. He does this for a living.
I tried to pass the time, counting the windows in the building.
I counted stars in the sky.
I even thought about wrestling.
I had been obsessed with Curtis Kanyon for days leading up to here.
I was hell bent on beating him.
I could see his face.
But in retrospect, he helped me more than anyone at this particular moment.
He made the time go by.
Curtis Kanyon saved Ricky Johnson from doing something he might have regretted.
Before I knew it, 45 minutes.
And I was off in my own little world, day-dreaming about Curtis Kanyon.
But I snapped back to reality, but the visual, of disturbed guards.
Was there something?
________________________________________________________________________________________________
{The swat members stare at the facility, and finally, the one in charge makes the call for the swat to move into position, but there was still no official word from Shatter.}
RICKY - What's going on?
CHIEF O'GRADY - Lad, your wife....is not at this location.
________________________________________________________________________________________________
Empty?
How could that be?
How could she not be there?
This was it.
This was our moment.
And she's not....there.
_________________________________________________________________________________________________
RICKY - But Sarah said she was here. She said they had here...at this location. There must be some mistake.
CHIEF O'GRADY - Sorry, son. Word has come from Shatter himself, there is no one matching your wife's description here. But that doesn't mean we won't stop looking.
____________________________________________________________________________________________________
Time then stood still.
Why?
How?
What was going on.
I couldn't grasp the situation at all. There was nothing. No one. Roxi...gone again.
- - -
The swat team moved up with alarming precision. They moved swiftly, and perfectly through. Their interlocking fields of fire crisp and to a T.
Shatter emerged from the building moments after the Swat moved in. He could only scratch his head is disbelief.
He put his arm on my shoulder as if to console me.
When the proverbial smoke cleared, 18 men were killed that day in the sweep in clear. 11 wounded. 22 were taken into custody.
I didn't care about any of them.
There was only one guy I needed to talked to.
And I did.
___________________________________________________________________________________________________
{Ricky begins walking through the building, now riddled with bullet holes and spent shell casings. He opens the door at the end of the hallway and enters a new room. Inside, Sheamus McIreland sits. being read his Miranda rights, in Gaelic, by Shatter, who had earler re-joined in an effort to search for the wounded. The process stops when Shatter spots Ricky.
SHATTER - Mr. Johnson, I'm sorry, but can you please excuse us for another moment or two?
RICKY - Where is she?
{McIreland laughs to himself.}
SHATTER - Mr. Johs-
RICKY - SHUT UP.
{Ricky turns back to Sheamus.}
RICKY - Answer the question.
{Sheamus snickers.}
SHEAMUS - And who might that be, fella?
RICKY - Look, at this point, I don't care. Alive. Dead. I just want to know where she is.
{Sheamus feigns interest}
SHEAMUS - Is that so, boyo? Well, yer going ta need the luck of the Irish to find her.
{Sheamus laughs again. Ricky has already had enough, and snatches up the handcuffed Sheamus by the lapel.}
SHATTER - Mr. Johnson!
RICKY - Now you listen to me! I don't care about you, or any of these ****s you have on you're payroll. I don't care what you've done previously, but you, before me, and whoever it is you pray to, you're going to tell me where my wife is!
{Sheamus only smiles.}
SHEAMUS - Well first, fella, I'm going to have to thank you.
{Ricky is confused}
RICKY - What?
{Without warning, Sheamus reaches up with now free hands, and headbutts Ricky in the face. Shatter is a split second too late to react, as Sheamus reaches for a hidden pistol in his coat and shoots Shatter. Shatter falls.}
SHEAMUS - Like I was sayin' I have to thank you, boyo, for making this the best day of me life. In one move, I get to kill a thorn in my side, and you have wiped out any traces of illegal activity by shooting up me facility.
{Sheamus looks down at Ricky, clutching his forehead, which is bleeding. Ricky attempts to stand but gets kicked square in the ribs.}
SHEAMUS - Oy, did that hurt? Well, since we're all hurting today, let me let you in on a little secret: You're wife has been dead for months.
{Ricky yells in anguish}
SHEAMUS - I had the boys take care of her, as soon as we left that night. I knew that you'd come look for her, so I sent Ms. Kennedy to keep an eye out. And boy did that work out for the best. Sarah was onto this scheme the whole time, that's why there's nothing here. She set you up.
{Another kick to the ribs keeps Ricky down. Sheamus points the pistol.}
SHEAMUS - And now, Why not kill the other half the famous Johnson wrestling team?
_________________________________________________________________________________________________
Then...it happened.
_________________________________________________________________________________________________
ROXI - Because you didn't kill either of us.
SHEAMUS - WHAT?...HOW?
{Roxi, very much alive, stand at the doorway, looking filthy. Dirt, blood, and grime have discolored her white t-shirt, and black pants. They mat her hair and stick it to her face.}
SHEAMUS - You can't be alive. I watched them bury you.
{Sheamus points his gun at Roxi, but Shatter is now back on his feet, and kicks Sheamus in the chest, sending him flying backwards. The gun falls out of his hand And the swat has re-entered the room after hearing that initial gunshot.}
SHEAMUS - GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!
{Ricky stands and looks at Roxi, who begins to stagger over to him. He stops her, and looks at her.}
RICKY - You're....alive?
{Roxi only smirks weekly. Ricky cradle carries her outside. Doctors and medical personell attend to her.}
__________________________________________________________________________________________________
And just like that, she was there again.
Someone I thought I'd never see again.
If...only for a moment.
But there she is.
Broken, battered, bloody, bruised.
She never looked any better.
__________________________________________________________________________________________________
SHATTER - Medics say it could take quite a while, but she'll be okay. There was no trace of gunshot wound on her. She either she got it treated, or their never was one. But wherever she was, she looks like she's been through hell.
RICKY - Sometimes we all have to go through hell to get to heaven.