Post by The Brothers Holland on Oct 5, 2007 17:24:03 GMT -6
Turnaround: Part 1 - Setting Out
Monday October 1st 19:24
*A restaurant. Actually it's more like a pub that serves food. It's a rustic place, possibly some sort of steak house type pub. Sat at table is a party of four. Dave Holland opposite his wife Melanie Holland-Black and Milo Holland opposite Terry Tate. Milo and Terry are competing in an arm wrestling contest while Dave and Melanie are talking across the table. The camera focusses on them.*
Melanie: You ok hun?
Dave: Me? Yeah course I am.. why wouldn't I be?
Melanie: Last week, remember?
Dave: Course I remember. I find out my dad's a serial killer... the kind of thing you don't forget easily.
Melanie: Remember how you reacted?
Dave: Yeah...
Melanie: And Milo...
Dave: ... he was right. Him and Ma. I've been running all my life without even realising it. And yet every time I run... it gets harder. More obstacles get thrown in the way... I need to stop. I have to stop running.
Melanie: Do you know how?
Dave: No... not yet. I have to go to the source. I have to find what it is I'm running from. Face it and cast it out. Then I'll be able to stop.
Melanie: You know when you'll be able to?
Dave: I've got tickets booked back to England tomorrow. I'm gonna go see Dad and the orphanage... maybe even stop off in Ireland before coming back.
Melanie: This isn't going to affect your in ring performance is it?
*Milo finally manages to get Terry's hand down to the table*
Milo: Him? No chance. You saw him against Hardaway and Everyman didn't you? Eye of the *** damn tiger there.. I mean that move to finish... beautiful. We've never done that outside of training.. usually we'd test it on lesser opponents on a stage where it wouldn't matter if we screwed up.
Dave: We never screw up Milo.
Milo: Now you and I both know that's not true. But when Hardaway ducked out of that 3H.. did this man stop? No. Did this man back off? no.
*Milo takes a gulp of his drink, a pint of boddingtons.*
Milo: But did this man run.... no. He took Hardaway almost literally by the scruff of the neck... and he knew exactly what was on the cards. I think this thing with Dad might have awoken something inside you Dave. Not sure what yet... but something. God I've not felt this alive since... since....
*A thought hits Milo*
Milo: Since leaving the orphanage.
Melanie: Milo...
Milo: I mean.. when Conrad was laying into us.. how we couldn't rely on each other... how we had to be independant and ruthless... how we disgusted him with our sense of family and how we had no family any more... and then shoving those words back down his throat as we all but killed that sadistic son of a bitch. He's never been the same since that day... he tried to act the same but son after his little protége's started to realise he was weaker... we ruined his life that day.
Dave: ... yeah... seems that's all this family's good at.
*Dave stands and leaves the table. He goes to the bathroom and just stands leaning over the sink. His fists clench with rage.. his face starts to shake as he tries to calm himself down and control that same rage. Behind him the door opens.*
Milo: I didn't mean it like that.
*Milo moves and checks the cubicles to make sure they're empty. They are and he continues.*
Milo: All I'm saying is that I'm like that.. you know as well as I do that you're nothing like me.. you're nothing like Dad.
Dave: And maybe that's half the problem right there. I always had in my head an image of Dad. Good man... a man who does what's right. Whenever I've been in distress.. whenever I've been confused I always asked... what would Dad do? Now I know exactly what he'd do.
Milo: So ask yourself.. what would your dad do.
Dave: .... Do you even listen to yourself when you talk?
Milo: I'm serious. You're too hung up on one aspect of the man... that image of dad in your head was probably a much better picture of him. It's made you the man you are today and that's the man.. that's the son that he's proud of. Has anything really changed?
Dave: .. yes.
Milo: What?
Dave: I don't know.
Milo: Well you need to find out. Because this week we've got a real battle on our hands. You've seen these guys.. you can't help but not see them. I want to see some more of that eye of the tiger of yours. More of that ruthlessness... more of that pure violence. I know you play the thinking man's game but your game's changed along with you. I'd rather have the old you back but in the meantime this new you will do very nicely. They're underestimating us just as much as they claim we're underestimating them. Seems they've got more of an issue with age than anyone else. Are you going to give them an easy fight to prove themselves right when they've got so much wrong?
Dave: No. I have no intention of giving them an easy ride. They'll be fighting for Davey. I have no doubt that that'll only make them even tougher opponents. Davey brought us to nCw too.. he's responsible for the rejuvenation of The Brothers Holland and as such I wouldn't mind seeing this match put up in tribute of him. It's a sad loss but shouldn't be seen as such.. I doubt he'd want that. It should be a celebration of the best that wrestling has to offer. Not one.. not two.. but four of the greatest talents in the world stepping against each other and giving everything they've got for the sport. That's why I'm taking a trip.
Milo: Where're we going?
Dave: We're going nowhere. This is something I have to do on my own. That means I'm not going to tell you only to have you follow me. While I'm away I want you to go and deal with this thing with Dad too.
Milo: What the hell you talking about? I'm fine with it.
Dave: Really? I remember a certain incident at a library that might beg to differ.
Milo: That was when I thought he was a really bad man... now I know he's just really cool. Prided himself on his work and his ability to not get caught.
Dave: Got caught in the end though didn't he?
Milo: Why'd you have to go there? That's just uncool.
*The door opens again*
Terry: Food's here Mr Holland... Mr Hollands.
Dave: We're on our way Terry.
*Terry leaves*
Milo: Let's go eat.
Dave: Wait a second... I just want to make sure you know where I'm at with this thing. Out here in the real world I might be struggling for a while. I might not know where to turn and sometimes I might not have all the plans I normally do... but in the ring it's business as usual. I know exactly where to turn and know exactly what to do. If I look like I'm letting the real world into the ring you blind tag me, you slap me round the head, you do what you have to to get me to realise. These belts are so damn precious to both you and me that I don't want to screw this up for both of us. Not now. Not against these guys so prejudiced towards the good ol' days that they can't even consider the concept of evolution or even just time. You know that right?
Milo: Yeah I know. Now let's go eat. You've got that flight back home tomorrow.
*The two start moving to leave the bathroom and go eat*
Dave: How'd you know?
Milo: Doesn't take a rocket scientist. Don't worry, I know you don't need me this time. I'll see you when you get back.
*The door closes and the scene fades to black*
Monday October 1st 19:24
*A restaurant. Actually it's more like a pub that serves food. It's a rustic place, possibly some sort of steak house type pub. Sat at table is a party of four. Dave Holland opposite his wife Melanie Holland-Black and Milo Holland opposite Terry Tate. Milo and Terry are competing in an arm wrestling contest while Dave and Melanie are talking across the table. The camera focusses on them.*
Melanie: You ok hun?
Dave: Me? Yeah course I am.. why wouldn't I be?
Melanie: Last week, remember?
Dave: Course I remember. I find out my dad's a serial killer... the kind of thing you don't forget easily.
Melanie: Remember how you reacted?
Dave: Yeah...
Melanie: And Milo...
Dave: ... he was right. Him and Ma. I've been running all my life without even realising it. And yet every time I run... it gets harder. More obstacles get thrown in the way... I need to stop. I have to stop running.
Melanie: Do you know how?
Dave: No... not yet. I have to go to the source. I have to find what it is I'm running from. Face it and cast it out. Then I'll be able to stop.
Melanie: You know when you'll be able to?
Dave: I've got tickets booked back to England tomorrow. I'm gonna go see Dad and the orphanage... maybe even stop off in Ireland before coming back.
Melanie: This isn't going to affect your in ring performance is it?
*Milo finally manages to get Terry's hand down to the table*
Milo: Him? No chance. You saw him against Hardaway and Everyman didn't you? Eye of the *** damn tiger there.. I mean that move to finish... beautiful. We've never done that outside of training.. usually we'd test it on lesser opponents on a stage where it wouldn't matter if we screwed up.
Dave: We never screw up Milo.
Milo: Now you and I both know that's not true. But when Hardaway ducked out of that 3H.. did this man stop? No. Did this man back off? no.
*Milo takes a gulp of his drink, a pint of boddingtons.*
Milo: But did this man run.... no. He took Hardaway almost literally by the scruff of the neck... and he knew exactly what was on the cards. I think this thing with Dad might have awoken something inside you Dave. Not sure what yet... but something. God I've not felt this alive since... since....
*A thought hits Milo*
Milo: Since leaving the orphanage.
Melanie: Milo...
Milo: I mean.. when Conrad was laying into us.. how we couldn't rely on each other... how we had to be independant and ruthless... how we disgusted him with our sense of family and how we had no family any more... and then shoving those words back down his throat as we all but killed that sadistic son of a bitch. He's never been the same since that day... he tried to act the same but son after his little protége's started to realise he was weaker... we ruined his life that day.
Dave: ... yeah... seems that's all this family's good at.
*Dave stands and leaves the table. He goes to the bathroom and just stands leaning over the sink. His fists clench with rage.. his face starts to shake as he tries to calm himself down and control that same rage. Behind him the door opens.*
Milo: I didn't mean it like that.
*Milo moves and checks the cubicles to make sure they're empty. They are and he continues.*
Milo: All I'm saying is that I'm like that.. you know as well as I do that you're nothing like me.. you're nothing like Dad.
Dave: And maybe that's half the problem right there. I always had in my head an image of Dad. Good man... a man who does what's right. Whenever I've been in distress.. whenever I've been confused I always asked... what would Dad do? Now I know exactly what he'd do.
Milo: So ask yourself.. what would your dad do.
Dave: .... Do you even listen to yourself when you talk?
Milo: I'm serious. You're too hung up on one aspect of the man... that image of dad in your head was probably a much better picture of him. It's made you the man you are today and that's the man.. that's the son that he's proud of. Has anything really changed?
Dave: .. yes.
Milo: What?
Dave: I don't know.
Milo: Well you need to find out. Because this week we've got a real battle on our hands. You've seen these guys.. you can't help but not see them. I want to see some more of that eye of the tiger of yours. More of that ruthlessness... more of that pure violence. I know you play the thinking man's game but your game's changed along with you. I'd rather have the old you back but in the meantime this new you will do very nicely. They're underestimating us just as much as they claim we're underestimating them. Seems they've got more of an issue with age than anyone else. Are you going to give them an easy fight to prove themselves right when they've got so much wrong?
Dave: No. I have no intention of giving them an easy ride. They'll be fighting for Davey. I have no doubt that that'll only make them even tougher opponents. Davey brought us to nCw too.. he's responsible for the rejuvenation of The Brothers Holland and as such I wouldn't mind seeing this match put up in tribute of him. It's a sad loss but shouldn't be seen as such.. I doubt he'd want that. It should be a celebration of the best that wrestling has to offer. Not one.. not two.. but four of the greatest talents in the world stepping against each other and giving everything they've got for the sport. That's why I'm taking a trip.
Milo: Where're we going?
Dave: We're going nowhere. This is something I have to do on my own. That means I'm not going to tell you only to have you follow me. While I'm away I want you to go and deal with this thing with Dad too.
Milo: What the hell you talking about? I'm fine with it.
Dave: Really? I remember a certain incident at a library that might beg to differ.
Milo: That was when I thought he was a really bad man... now I know he's just really cool. Prided himself on his work and his ability to not get caught.
Dave: Got caught in the end though didn't he?
Milo: Why'd you have to go there? That's just uncool.
*The door opens again*
Terry: Food's here Mr Holland... Mr Hollands.
Dave: We're on our way Terry.
*Terry leaves*
Milo: Let's go eat.
Dave: Wait a second... I just want to make sure you know where I'm at with this thing. Out here in the real world I might be struggling for a while. I might not know where to turn and sometimes I might not have all the plans I normally do... but in the ring it's business as usual. I know exactly where to turn and know exactly what to do. If I look like I'm letting the real world into the ring you blind tag me, you slap me round the head, you do what you have to to get me to realise. These belts are so damn precious to both you and me that I don't want to screw this up for both of us. Not now. Not against these guys so prejudiced towards the good ol' days that they can't even consider the concept of evolution or even just time. You know that right?
Milo: Yeah I know. Now let's go eat. You've got that flight back home tomorrow.
*The two start moving to leave the bathroom and go eat*
Dave: How'd you know?
Milo: Doesn't take a rocket scientist. Don't worry, I know you don't need me this time. I'll see you when you get back.
*The door closes and the scene fades to black*