Because no matter what I do, I keep getting the desire to go back out there for one last run,” he says as he looks out past their table, and into the world beyond, then turns back to Samba. “Don’t you wonder if you’ve still got all the old moves?”
“Sam The Man,” Officer Hedwig says, they both turn to him, then Simon turns to Fiona. “Name ring a bell?” “He was the Christian Construction worker, right?” She asks, as she turns back to Officer Hedwig. “Yeah, he was a ritualistic poster. Every Thursday he’d send her a new post...”
She shoots up and slaps him across the face. “OW! What the fuck was that for?” He yells. “YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT MOVIE I’M TALKING ABOUT, DO YOU?” She yells as she scrambles to her feet. “WHAT? Baby of course I know what movie you’re talking about, Honest I do!”
“What I want to paint for you, in these final few words is a picture of a lost and confused young man, who had no one to turn to except himself. But unfortunately the man he was, was deeply scarred by the people around him, and was unable to help...”
He stands and sashays around her, taking another drag on his cigarette. “What would you do to me?” He asks coyly. “WHAT?” She sneers. “What would you do to me, if you were free and had any opportunity?” She stares at him like a cat stares down a foolish bird.
“Please Melvin, whatever she did to you, let us help you, don’t tur….” The explosion the revolver makes interrupts his train of thought, as does the bullet that lodges itself into his skull. He stares silently towards Melvin, as his mouth opens and closes like a goldfish in a bowl.
“Did it hurt?” She asks as she turns to him. “It depends how you look at it, for him,” he says nodding towards his lifeless carcass that lies in front of them. “It hurt a whole lot. But when I say it, I’m talking about life. Death was the greatest...”
“If you want me to help get this psycho off your back, you’ve got to show me you can follow directions without fail. So as a precursor to all that, and as a general rule going forward, while the grown-ups are talking, you’re going to sit there and patiently wait.”
She laughs loudly, “There is no trust to be regained you old fool! For trust to be regained, it needs to be there to begin with! I have never trusted you, and therein lies your problem, so cry a different song father!” She hisses, each word laced with poisonous venom.
This guy is full of shit,” Douglas whispers into Paula’s ear. “There’s no way he’s capable of achieving teleportation of an old crusty sock, let alone a room full of people. Once this piece of shit shows everyone exactly that, we’ll swoop in and get the contract.” He says proudly.