The idea is to die young as late as possible.
Ashley Montagu

kukume: I hope my document works this time.  I seem to be having difficulty with it not showing bolded parts.

Azzandra: yeah…she really shouldn't have. Grass on!

Flamingo1: By your popular demand and my itch to get this thing started again, here it is!

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A van screams through the busy street, dodging cars, frie trucks, cement trucks, twenty car haulers-

Scott:I can't believe that pscho got MY corvette…

Rahne: Be quiet.  This is your debut.

-and several ice cream and food stand trucks. The van stops behindan ambulance distributing food.

Duncan: Come and get it!

Sergeant Wes Luger, who is played by Scott Summers, walks past several food stands, a guy getting off a surfboard-

Alex: Dude!

Scott: Alex?!

-a statue getting set up by several Crime Lab Analysts, and walks into the house.  He looks at the scene.  There are a bunch of cops surveying the scene, doing absolutely nothing.  He sees someone he knows.

Scott: What you got Irv?

Irv (Kurt) looks up from his work. He is scratching his head and chest irratatedly.

Kurt: Beats me, Sarge. Dandruff, Ciboria, maybe just dry, eetchy fur.

Scott: (Takes head and Shoulders bottle out of his coat) Have you tried this?  I use it.

Kurt: (Takes bottle in wonder Head and Shoulders? But Sarge, you don't have dandruff!

Scott: (pats him on the shoulder) I know.

Luger walks to another part of the house.  Some cops are playing Limbo with crimescene tape in the background.

Roberto: How low can you go!

Rahne: From A Halim brother to a limboing policeman.

Someone takes his picture as he looks at the dead body.  He looks up in surprise.

Evan: What'll it be, Mat finish or glossy?

Scott: (grins) Mat.

Evan: Good choice. (Writes receipt) Be ready in about a week.  Yes! I got another role!

Rahne: HEY! DON'T BREAK CHARACTER!

Luger walked into the room with the stiff.  He squatted down next to the medical examiner, who is Rogue.

Scott: Whadda we got?

Rogue: It's the worst dressed stiff I've ever seen.

Scott: This "stiff" and I walked a beat together for five years. So show some respect Doc. (whisper) Sorry, Jean.

Rogue: Whipped.

Jean: Shut-up!

Rahne: Jean! You're DEAD. Don't make me tell you again!

Rogue: I'm sorry Wes. You know, I've seen so much of this senseless mayhem, that sometimes I get a little insensitive.

Scott: (nods in understanding)

Rogue: Alright- This loser took the chickenshit way out and punched her own ticket.

Scott: (turns the dead body over) Suicide hunh? (Billie has a look of incredible shock on her face.)  She must have caught herself by surprise!

Rogue: Found these on the floor next to her. *(hands him a box of Wilderness Girls Magical Mint Cookies.)

Scott: Wilderness Girl Cookies…..

Luger sees something in Billie York's hand. It looks like a matchbook.  He tries to get it, but the stiff hands would not yield.

Scott: Gimme a hand here Doc.

The doctor tries to force the hand open, but cannot. She gets up and stomps on Billie's hand. Luger watches her in surprise.  She picks up what Billie had been holding and gave it to Luger apologetically.

Scott:…Thanks.

Rogue: No problem…

The matchbook has 'learn to draw at home' on the front and 'Squealer's hotel' on the back.  He places the matchbook in his pocket and turned to walk out of the room, only to be caught in a web of crime scene tape.

Scott: What the-

Todd: (mimicking the fly) Help Me, HEEELP MEEEE!

He forces his way through the tape and then sees a picture on the wall of himself and Billie York.  He had a huge afro on in the picture.  He takes it off the wall, not realizing that a piece of microfilm had been stuck on the back, and looks at it, his mind drifting back to the good old times. He holds back tears and places the picture back on the wall.  He turns to leave, but is startled by Irv, who is standing next to him, shampooing his head and chest.

Kurt: You knew her, Sarge?

Scott: Yeah. I knew her.  She was…my partner.

Kurt: Oh…I'm sorry Sarge.

Scott: (nods and turns to walk out)

Kurt: Hey! Hey sarge!

Scott: (Turns back around to look at him)

Kurt: (points to his head) It's tingling!

Scott: Good Irv. That means it's working. (Gives him a thumbs up)

THE SCENE CHANGES

Colt stands on the beach.  He throws a cigarette he had been smoking into the ocean.  It explodes.

John: Fire…

Rahne: NO! BAD JOHN! GET BACK TO THE SCRIPT!

He walks back to his beach house, which looks like a dump. However, the inside is huge, complete with chandeliers, animal skin rugs, and marble pillars.  He walks up to the mini-bar and grabs a glass in which he mixes all types of alcohol together and tops it off with chocolate syrup.

John: (Toasts himself) Here's to getting through another lousy day. (downs it all in one gulp. Picks up a picture.) Claire, oh Claire. I miss you so much. I'm tryin' Claire. God knows I'm tryin', but it's too damn hard without you.

He's holding a picture of a dog.  A wolfhound to be exact.  He cries on it.

John: I'll get those bastards that took you! (hugs picture)

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Doggy: *sulk*

Rahne: You were the only Dog available.

Danny: What about you?

Rahne: I'm the narrator!

Doggy: Grrr.

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That's it, the third chapter! Sorry it took me so long to update, but please leave your reviews!