Black Ops Episode I: It's Just Beginning

Time: 10:30pm
(door opens)
Nick: That sure was a great ski trip
Paul: You said it buddy boy
Nick: Here, I got that (takes a bag from Paul)
Paul: Thanks, I'll go check the messages
Nick: (follows Paul) I bet a lot of people called
Paul: Probably. Ok well... (presses messages button)
Voice: U hav 5 New Messages. First Message...
Daniel: Hey bitches. Hope your having fun on your little ski trip. Listen some stuff has been going on in Pa--
Paul: Yeah whatever
Voice: Next message
Annie: Um hey--
Nick: Aw crap
Annie: Look, you haven't called me in a while and I'm just wondering what the hell is going on. I mean, I know you're still on that ski trip, but I haven't heard from you in a while. Like, do you still wanna be together. I mean, I do, at least if you're in, I'm in. But, look, call me. (End of message)
Paul: So, are you gonna--
Nick: LEAVE IT! (message erased)
Paul: Fine. Fine.
Recording: Next Message
Daniel: Hey guys, you might wanna-- (message erased)
Paul: God damn, he is so annoying
Recording: Next message
Annie: Look, you still haven't called, I'm trying to give you your space or whatever the hell you need. But, what about me... WHAT ABOUT US? DO YOU CARE ANYMORE? (beep, end of message)
Paul: N-
Nick: DON'T! don't say a word. (message erased)
Recording: Final message
Annie: Look, I'M STARTING TO GET REALLY PISSED OFF HERE! WE HAVENT TALKED FOR A NUMBER OF WEEKS, SO COME HOME NOW OR WERE DONE! (beep, end of message)
Nick: (message erased) Look, let's just order some fucking dinner
Paul: Okay, how about chinese?
Nick: Thats all you ever want. Look, lets just get pizza
Paul: Whatever. I'll have pepperoni on mine
Nick: Ok, well I want hawaiian so half and half
Paul: sounds good
Nick: (dials)
Voice: Pinocchio's Pizza. Can I take your order?
Nick: Yes, we'll take a large pizza, half pepperoni and half hawaiian. Tyson Dorm, Number 124.
Voice: Okay. Half an hour.
Nick: Thanks, bye.
They said half an hour
Paul: Ok well, I'm gonna take a shower. I smell like shit.
Nick: You sure do buddy, u sure do.

(40 minutes later) knock on door
Nick: God. Finally. Can you get it, I'm on the toilet.
Paul: Fine. (opens door)
Takeout girl: One large pizza, half pepperoni and half hawaiian
Paul: Um... umm... oh yah... that's right
Takeout girl: Okay. That'll be 16.55
Paul: (gives her a twenty) So, u have a name by any chance
Vanessa: Yeah, it's Vanessa, what's yours?
Paul: it's Paul
Nick: close the damn door, you're letting the cold air in
Paul: (closes door) So... w--
Vanessa: I got some time before I have to make my last deliveries. May I come in?
Nick: Paul, we're out of-- oh, I see, well I will AHEM leave you two alone (backs out of room)
Paul: Nick it's fine. Vanessa was just leaving
Vanessa: I see. Well call me if you wanna do something. Bye Pauly
Paul: (fast) Bye Vanessa (closes Door fast)
Whew! that was a close one, ay Nick
Nick: What, the, hell. She was totally hitting on you. U 2 totally had something going there. Well you should at least call.
Paul: Maybe I will maybe I won't. Look just leave me be.
Nick: I will , but... Wait a minute, I know what this is about. Aw god I should have seen it. Look Paul, You guys have been broken up for six months now. I know it hurts, but you should really let go and move on. Trust me, it'll do you some good.
Paul: Trust you? It'll do me some good? Move on? Oh yeah. You're the perfect person to give relationship advice. Oh yah, you got a girl back home who you havent seen in like three weeks
Nick: Ok, you can shut up
Paul: Um, you haven't called her
Nick: Shut up now
Paul: And she's pretty damn pissed at you. So i--
Nick: I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP. AT LEAST I HAVE A DAMN GIRLFRIEND. I'M NOT MR. I-GOT-BORED-AND-DON'T-WANT-THIS
Paul: I know you're mad, so I'll ignore that, but come on man, you're chasing her away. Grab it while you still can. Don't let it slip. I mean you guys used to be well, I guess lovey-dovey, what the hell happened with that
Nick: Stuff, Paul, Stuff. College is a bus-
Paul: Don't gimme that crap. I already used that. What's really going on?
Nick: Nothing. By the way, I could ask you the same question. You're telling me don't let her slip. You just let a fucking good opportunity for a date slip. And your lecturing me? That's just great.
Paul: Look it's different with me? Ok I--
Nick: How, how is letting some one slip different with you than me.
Paul: Look fine. I'll call her. Not now. Later. When I feel like it.
Nick: Really? You'll call?
Paul: Yes, I promise. Look, let's drop this relationship stuff for now. OK? I'm starving.
Nick: Fine. I'm starving too! (picking up pizza; phone rings)
Paul: I'll go get it
Nick: Look if it's Annie
Paul: I'll tell her you're not here
Nick: Good
Paul: (Goes into other room) Hello?
Kimberly: Paul, oh thank god, (sniffles) where's Nick?
Paul: Eating pizza. Hey, what's going on? What's up
Kimberly: Well Dad and Rhonda* left for the weekend for a ski thing. They said I could invite a couple of friends over, so I called Mase and Samantha. So, they came over. We watched TV, re--
Paul: Look, skip to the part where your sad or mad or whatever
Kimberly: Ok, so, they came over, we did stuff, and went to sleep
Paul: Ok, uh huh
Kimberly: Ok then I wake up after hearing some crashes, a few bangs and a scream. I run to the front and Samantha is there. She had woken up to do business, heard some noises, went to go check, and saw a burglar. She screamed, things crashed, I woke up, ran to her, and we didn't catch him, but she said that it was a topless male in his mid or late teens. So, then Mase woke up because she heard the noise and Samantha suggested that we call you. So, I did.
Paul: Wow. Oh my god. Isn't this like the third time this break in stuff happened
Kim: You forget when we were at that rest stop in Denver and I was attacked by a masked man in the ladies room. Also, that same fucked up summer, me and Samantha were practically raped when we were with you and you guys were doing orientation, but that time it was just like two drunk guys
Paul: Oh yah. Holy crap. So, you think it's the same guy
Kim: Either that or he has some friends. Look, I know Winter Break is almost over and it's late, but we're all really freaked out, and...
Paul: Um, oh wow geez, fine. We'll be there in like 1.5-2 hours
Kim: Fine, we'll be in my room.
Paul: Okay, I'll tell Nick. We'll leave ASAP. Ok, bye.
Kim: Bye, be here soon (click)
Paul: Nick, um that was Kim, there was another break in
Nick: Oh my god. What the fuck? Well we should go.
Paul: Ok well at least our stuff is packed.
Nick: Let's go.
Paul: Ok, wow, we just got back
Nick: Yeah, I know, it's been one hell of a year
(they leave)
almost 2 hours later (1am ish)
Nick: Geez, I'm tired
Paul: Well, we are just... about to... turn onto... ah, Marion Avenue, here we go

Nick: Oh thank god, my house isn't burned down (runs out of car into the house)
KIM! SAM! MASE! SAM! KI--
Sam: Quiet down, you'll wake the fucking neighbors
Nick: Well somebody's in a bad mood
Sam: Shut up. It's one in the morning and the house just got broken into
Nick: Whatever just show us the damage
Sam: Where's Paul
(door opens)
Paul: Right here
Sam: Ok. so... (walks into other room, Nick and Paul follow)
(Kitchen and Family room trashed)
Nick: What...the hell? Who? Who?
Kim (walks in): We don't know
Nick: Oh thank god sis, you're all right
So is there anything else that may help identify this son of a bitch
Kim: Wellllll, he
Sam: He left some stuff
Nick: What kind of stuff are we talking about?
Kim: See for your self (Nick follows)
Nick: Holy c--
Paul: Oh my god
(YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE spray painted red in the hallway)
Paul: Too bad he didn't leave a name
Mike: However, if we figured out what brand of spray paint this is, we could trace it to some store who may have a name and or address on record
Paul: I think it would make the most sense if we checked peninsula hardware first.
Mike: Okay, but we better get some sleep first
Paul: Fine, well I guess we'll bunk together in your room
Mike: The usual. I take the bed
Paul: And I sleep on the ground
Sam: Mmkayy
Kim: Sounds good
Paul: Well, good night
Kim, Sam, and Mase: Good night! (doors close)
(next morning)
Paul (sweating, wakes up fast): Ahh! Huh uh
Nick: What the hell? Did you have one of your propheticky dreams again
Paul: Not this time. This one was well, I dreamt that it was... prom night again
Nick: Oh yeah, prom night. Wow, what an end of school massacre that was
Paul: Don't remind me. I don't wanna remember that drunk ass hole
Nick: He was our friend
Paul: He was never really my friend, but he screwed us over.
Nick: Look, he had his reasons. I made peace and you should too. Besides, it's ancient history now. Right now, in the present, we need to focus on what mo-fo ransacked my house and clean it up before my parents get back.
Paul: Fine, let's have breakfast, then check out peninsula hardware
Nick: I guess I'll get the pancakes started (Sam walks in)
Well, look who's up
Sam: (yawn) What's for breakfast?
Nick: I'm making pancakes
Sam: Okay sounds good
(Kim walks in)
Nick: Hey sis. Sleep well. Are you okay? Im making pancakes.
Kim: Im FINE. Okay?
Paul: Is there anything? Anything at all you can remember about the burglar.
Sam: Wait a minute. I do remember something. He drove away in a Jeep.
Paul: Well that does help? Hmm. Hey Nick, do we know anyone who owns a Jeep
Nick: A lot of people. Emily, Daniel, Avery, Kiki...
Paul: Yeah, we do know a lot of Jeep owners. Well, guess we'll just have to wait and check peninsula hardware
Nick: Okay. Breakfast is almost ready
Kim: Good, I'm starving
(at the breakfast table)
Kim: So bro, how's college so far
Nick: It's fine. I got 1 C, 3 Bs, and 2 As last semester.
Paul: I got 2 Cs and 4 Bs
Nick: So's how's your final year at Paly
Sam: Being seniors is awesome. Hey, I've been wanting to ask you. How's Annie? She's called here a few times looking for you.
Kim: More than a few. Like 7 or 8. What's going on with you two?
Nick: Nothing, everything's fine. It's just a little bumpy
Sam: Seems to be more rocky than bumpy. She seemed pretty pissed a few times.
Nick: Look, I don't have time for this. Me and Paul should get to Peninsula Hardware
Paul: Fine, Nick if you don't wanna talk about it
Nick: I'LL Fucking CALL Her TOday. Okay? Look let's just go.
Paul: Okay, bye girls, we'll see what we can find
Kim: Byeee!
(At the hardware store)
Manager: Can I help you two fellas?
Paul: Um, yah. Has their been any red spray paint purchased from here recently?
Manager: Hold on, I'll check, what's this in regards to?
Paul: Um, well...
Nick: Me and my friend here are journalists and we're just doing an article on graffiti and--
Manager: Say no more (checks computer)
Red, hmm, let... me... see... uhh mmm
Nope, none in the records. Sorry fellas. Just blue green and yellow
Nick: It's okay. We'll check elsewhere
Manager: Hope you find what you need. Bye. Have a nice day
Paul: You too. Bye.
(outside)
Nick: Damn it. Damn it, Damn it.
Paul: Nick, there are other hardware stores in this area.
Nick: I know, it's just... I wanna catch this son of a bitch and strangle him
Paul: I know you do, I do too. Look let's go back to your place and regroup.
Nick: Fine let--
Annie: (comes up) Nick, god, FINALLY!
Paul: See you at home
Nick: Paul, Paul. Damn it.
Annie: Well, I finally got a hold of you. No calls. No texts. No letters. No e-mail.
Nick: I told you, college is very hectic. Exams, essays. I'm extremely busy
Annie: Save it, I go to Stanford. I know hectic. Look, can we sit down and talk
Nick: Fine here are some tables (Pulls out chair for Annie)
Annie: See, see. You're nice, polite, handsome, smart, but you never call. It's like...like...you don't care anymore
Nick: Annie. I do care. In fact, I care a hell of a lot about you.
Annie: Then what in the hell is the problem
Nick: The problem. The problem is... I dunno, maybe, I guess, It's like... well, things are moving... too... fast. I guess. I mean we started dating senior year. We went to prom.
Annie: Oh yeah, Prom. Geez. That went to hell
Nick: I guess well we've been going out like a year, but, I just feel, I'm not ready
Annie: Ready to what?
Nick: Committ. Like adult... relations
Annie: First, just call it sex, people say it all the time. Second, I'm not even ready either. In fact, I wanna be married. Or at least engaged or in a hella serious relationship.
Nick: Okay, I'm glad you feel that way. I mean, since we've been going out a year, I figured the next step would be sex and I'm just not ready for that
Annie: Neither am I
Nick: Okay, now that I know that, I don't have to be scared of talking to or seeing you
Annie: Okay! So we're good. You'll call
Nick: At least once a day or every other day
Annie: That's all I ever wanted. Well that and to see you more often.
Nick: I like seeing you too. In fact, I love seeing you. You know what, I love you Annie.
Annie: I...thanks...I should probably. I got a lot of stuff to um do. Bye.
Nick: Oh, ok. That's the way it is. Fine. bye.
(Annie drives away)
Nick: (yells) WHY? DAMN it (breaks down)
(Back at the house)
Paul: Hey, so um, how are things.
Nick: Well, let's see. Um, I said I love you. Then, she said thanks and left. So, umm, PRETTY FUCKING CRAPPY I'D SAY!
Paul: Geez, that sucks
Nick: Look, I don't wanna fucking talk about her anymore, so, what's next.
Paul: The next logical place is OSH.
Nick: Sounds good, let's go.
Paul: Okay. Sure you're okay?
Nick: It's fine! Leave it!
Paul: Okay, okay. Let's head to OSH
Nick: That sounds like a plan. Let's
Okay girls! We'll be back! We got our cells
Sam: Okay! Bye!
Nick and Paul: Byyee!
(15 minutes later)
Nick: Okay, this better be the right place.
Paul: I hope it is buddy, I hope it is.
(inside) Hello, who is the Paint Expert here
Expert: That would be me. What can I help you with?
Paul: Um, we are conducting a survey for an art magazine by the name of Paint...Pickers and we were wondering have you sold any red spray paint in the last few days or a week
Expert: Um, ok... Let me check. I'll be right back
Paul: Ok thanks. And your name is...
Expert: Brady, Brady Zuteckaby
Paul: Oh that's, South African
Expert: No, native american. Look, I'll go check right now
Paul: Okay
(Five minutes later)
Brady: Sorry. There are glitches in the system. Yes, in fact, we have sold a can of spray paint. In fact, it was just yesterday that it was delivered to, well I probably shouldn't give you the address, but this seems important to you, so I'll tell you the street... Walter Hays Drive to some guy named Rick or Dick. I forget anyways. So, was that helpful.
Paul: Yes, very. Thank you. (Nick and Paul walk out)
Nick: Holy crap. You know what this means.
Paul: Yes, I sure do. My brother is behind the break-ins
Nick: Maybe even more
Paul: Possibly, Nick, Possibly
Nick: Let's catch that bastard
Paul: Okay, lets go. (speeds away)