Outside. 2D had been listening to the gunshots ringing out. And was now pacing nervously, wringing his hands. He wasn't sure what to do now. Having escaped all by himself and found the Geep, he'd realized that Murdoc had come to rescue him. So he had been standing there, waiting for the Bassist to return. Now the shooting had stopped, and the old man still hadn't come back. This made 2D worry all the more, so he starts pacing again. He looks over at the building, hoping to see the old man make his way out, and walk towards him.
"Even if jus' ta punch me lights out?" the Keyboardist whimpers. Just then Murdoc appears, and walks steadily towards the young man. Carrying a machete in one hand, and a rifle in the other. Overjoyed, 2D races towards him. Murdoc looks up at the approaching Keyboardist, and sneers.
"Oh fantastic, yer alive. Whoopee." he snarls sarcastically, rolling his eyes at the bouncing young man. 2D claps his hands and smiles.
"That weird guy tied me up Muds. But not real good. Not like you do it. I escaped, and found the Geep. And there woz shootin'. And I didn't know wot to do. So I waited. And you came. And ya know, that guy looked a lot like you." 2D rambles quickly. He suddenly realizes that Murdoc is drenched in blood. "Muds!? Blood! Are ya hurt?" he asks, looking the old man over.
Murdoc drops the things he's carrying in the back of the Geep, and spins on the energetic young man. Grabbing him by the front of his shirt, and pulling him sharply forwards.
"Listen Faceache. I'm just gunna say this once. None of this happened, got it!?" he snarls. 2D swallows hard and nods. Satisfied he'd made his point, Murdoc grits his teeth and shoves 2D roughly back. The Keyboardist nervously smooths down his shirt, and looks over at the old man. As Murdoc reaches into the glove compartment, and grabs a cigarette. The Bassist lights it and draws heavily. Closing his eyes, and leaning his full weight on the side of the car.
"Are ya hurt Boss?" 2D asks again, but much calmer and quieter. Murdoc opens his eyes and looks over at the nervous young man. He smiles at him in an almost pleasant way.
"Nah!" he shrugs and opens the car door. 2D grins happily and races round to the passenger side. Jumping in, as Murdoc kicks the engine to life. He turns the car sharply, and tears off down the road. 2D looks at the hard look on the Bassist face. He knows something terrible had just happened. But also knows better than to ask Murdoc for details. So instead, he looks back out the front windscreen. Deciding to leave the old man alone.
At the bottom of Kong hill, Murdoc pulls the Geep to the side of the road and shuts off the engine. 2D snaps back to reality, and watches Murdoc, puzzled. As the Bassist jumps out of the car and walks to the side of the road. The Keyboardist goes to undo his seatbelt and join him. But seeing how quiet and deflated the Bassist looks. Wonders if perhaps he needed a private moment. So instead he sits back, and plays with the hem of his shirt, as the Bassist looks out over the horizon.
Almost half an hour later, 2D is woken by the Geeps engine roaring to life again. Murdoc turns the car back onto the road, and continues on up the hill. At the top, it rounds the last bend, bringing Kong itself into view. There is a sudden tremendous explosion. Kong Studios erupts in a boiling mass of heat, light and fiery shrapnel. Murdoc hits the brakes, bringing the car to a screeching halt. And both men duck, as the car is showered by sparks and burning debris.
As the roar dies away. Both men slowly lift their heads, and gaze in awe and shock at the burning rubble. They climb from the car, and in a daze approach it for a closer look. Murdoc slowly begins to shake, clenching his fists with fury, he drops his head back on his shoulders, and roars in rage.
"Hannibal!!! YOU INSANE BASTARD!!!!!!!"
At the air port, injured but still very much alive. Murdocs brother smiles and kisses the detonator in his hand, before dropping it into a nearby bin. Gripping his ticket to Rio in one hand, and a bag containing approximately ten thousand pounds, which was all that Muds really was willing to part with. The psychotic man chuckles in the belief that finally his brother is truly dead. A loud speaker announces that his flight is ready for boarding. And happily he makes his way to the platform. Suddenly a hand drops onto his shoulder.
"Hannibal Niccals? Yer nicked sunshine!" says a policeman, taking the bag from him while another slaps him in handcuffs. Hannibal looks at the police in disbelief and shakes his head.
"But how?" he gasps, as they lead him away.
"We got an anonymous tip as to your location, not twenty minutes ago." One of the policemen answer him, as they shuffle him through the terminal and outside. Hannibal realizes who it must of been.
"Murdoc!!! YOU TRAITOROUS BASTARD!!!" he roars, as they shove him into a waiting police van.
In a sleazy hotel room, 2D looks over at Murdoc, who is standing by the window, looking out and chuckling to himself. Not quite understanding what the Bassist could possibly find humorous about the situation they now found themselves in. He scratches his head.
"Muds? Why did ya blow up Kong?" he asks. Murdoc snaps a look round to the young man. And frustrated, dives on him, knocking him to the floor. He sits on the Keyboardists chest, and wraps his hands tightly about the young mans throat, then starts banging 2Ds head against the floor.
"Why didn't I just leave ya with the looney? WHY?!" the Bassist snarls.
"I dunno Muds? Because ya like me?" 2D struggles to answer, between blows. Murdoc stops and stares at 2D. Then grimacing lets go and climbs off.
"Like Hell!" he snaps and heads to the door. "I've had enough of yer mug fer one day. I'm off to the pub!" he adds, slamming the door shut behind him. 2D smiles, stands and walks across to sit down on one of the two beds in the room.
"Yeah, you like me." he grins, and grabbing the remote, switches on the telly.