TRENT & FIDO
Trent and Fido are in Momma's Restaurant in Harwood, the deep voiced Italian opera music in the background, and the calming dim lights over a dark colored warm setting. Fido stands over Trent completely uninjured, while Trent himself is not doing too well.
A hired doctor, and David Duchovny lookalike, is making an unheared of house call, to a restaurant. He presses his thumb up to Trent's head examining him.
A chef walks in holding a telephone, he approaches Tony Cipriani.
"Tony, these Diablo's on the phone said that they got 8-ball. They said 'they wanted us to know that we're gonna' pay' then they said they're gonna kill 8-ball, and blow up all of his bomb shops one by one."
"We can't let them blow up 8-ball's bombshops!" Trent says, eyes drooping.
"They said, they were going to kill him," Tony says, "I like 8-ball too, but there's no point in protecting a dead man's property."
"You get a lot of money from 8-ball's shops, and I think that 8-ball can make it out alive. Whether he is or not keeping the shops is still good for business." Trent tries to get 8-balls shops saved just in case 8-ball does survive.
"Fine, I'll send a bunch of men to go down to 8-ball's bomb shops, you guys can go down to this one down here in Harwood."
The doctor cuts in "I think it would be a bad idea to send him anywhere in the condition he's in. He's got a major cuncussion, probably some massive internal bleeding - but I can't tell for sure - and his shoulder's dislocated. You send him out there and he could die."
"Dislocated huh? Just pop it back into place."
"I was going to do that but the pain is excruciating, I thought he should be more prepared or something like that so that -"
"Just fuckin' do it GODDAMN IT! I ain't got all fuckin' day doc."
The doctor reluctantly leans over and yanks hard on Trent's arm. For the first time in the past hour Trent seems really awake, and pissed. He grabs the doctor by the collar and comes only inches from snapping his neck. He gets a grip on himself and finally lets go of the doctor.
"There now you and Fido go to 8-ball's bombshop and stop those fuckers from blowing it up!"
Trent smiles and gives him the thumbs up sign as he rises from the floor. The doctor is stunned.
"You can't just send him out there like he's brand NEW! The dislocated shoulder was nothing, the massive bleeding and the concussion are completely different! You're gonna' KILL him!"
"He's a grown fuckin' man doc. I can't stop him. Don't forget what I pay you for."
"Yeah, sure, right sorry..." the doctor says pacing back and forth around tables, he wants to say something but he keeps his mouth shut.
Trent stands up holding his shoulder, "Fido man, this is going to be fucking nuts! You up for it?"
Fido smiles and puts a hand on Trent's shoulder, he winces from the pain.
"Let's go then." Trent says to him, they both try to look cool leaving the building, Trent fails miserably.
8-ball's bomb stop:
It was getting dark in Liberty but the rain still hadn't stopped, Trent looked at it as an omen, Fido saw it as the weather.
Trent and Fido arrive at 8-ball's bomb shop next to a car dealership. A white striped green Banshee is parked in the display window. Trent spots some Diablo Stallions, parked, hidden behind three old school buses.
"There." Trent points to the Diablo Stallions and Fido nods his head. Fido pulls his car up next to the back of one school bus, and they both get out.
"What're we gonna do?"
Fido smiles and holds up a molotov cocktail.
"What're you gonna' do with that?"
Fido runs in the direction away from the road past the school buses and stops in the middle of a very large grass field. Trent manages to see what Fido is doing and moves as far away from the Diablo Stallion's as possible. Fido smiles slyly to himself as he light up the rag on the top of the bottle, then he hurls it through the air, the soaring ember storms down and strikes the side of one Stallion. Trent can hear the 'POP' sound of breaking glass.
The fire begins to build then Fido covers his ears and ducks, seeing this Trent, as quick as he can, does the same.
'BOOM!' BOOM!' BOOM!' All three Diablo Stallions are ripped to pieces and ingulfed in flames so large that the devil would be envious of them. The last explosion was dangerously close to 8-ball's shop. Luckily nothing happens to it.
Fido would have laughed if he thought he could, instead he smiles at the eye popping brightness that came from the fire he created. The heat was overwhelming.
Fido gets closer to the back of 8-ball's shop and a Diablo comes running out of the front towards the Stallions, Fido jumps out from hiding and blasts five rounds into his upper-body, the man falls backwards onto the ground, and his friend comes out running after him, realizing what happens he ducks and moves faster.
Trent is hiding near the display window, the Diablo runs for the Banshee. Panicked he doesn't even see Trent. Trent jolts forward and slams his fist into the back of the Diablo's head, it sends him flying face first into the glass. Trent pulls his gun out and aims directly at the Diablo's face, pulling the hammer back.
"Someday... I'm gonna' get killed doin' this shit!" Trent winces and pulls the trigger, the kickback of the gun causes his arm to hurt more, he sits down on the floor of the display room with his back to the wall.
Fido bolts for the front of 8-ball's shop. Theres should be Diablo's inside, he's right there is.
One of three Diabos is on the floor trying desperately to arm a bomb. Fido shoots one of them in the legs then when he hits the ground Fido quickly puts a bullet in his head. Another man raises a gun, pointing it directly at Fido's face. Fido is unimpressed, he fires a clean shot straight through the Diablo's heart. The Diablo screams in pain and falls on his stomach.
The last Diablo doesn't even turn around at first he gets the bomb armed then he sees Fido, as if he hadn't heard the gunshots. He eyes Fido for a while then he pulls a gun.
Fido fires stepping forward, the Diablo's hit in the shouler, Fido steps forward again, putting another bullet through the Diablo, this time it hits him on the right side of the chest in the lung. The Diablo refuses to give up. He fires at Fido, but another one of Fido's shot's causes his gunshot to be way off. Fido continues to fire, stepping closer creating, an avalanche of blood. The last gunshot Fido is standing only inches away from the man, he pulls the trigger and the the man's final wound erupts like a geyser after nine shots the Diablo finally falls down dead.
Fido picks up the bloody bomb and walks out carrying it under his arm.
Trent and Fido are in Momma's Restaurant in Harwood, the deep voiced Italian opera music in the background, and the calming dim lights over a dark colored warm setting. Fido stands over Trent completely uninjured, while Trent himself is not doing too well.
A hired doctor, and David Duchovny lookalike, is making an unheared of house call, to a restaurant. He presses his thumb up to Trent's head examining him.
A chef walks in holding a telephone, he approaches Tony Cipriani.
"Tony, these Diablo's on the phone said that they got 8-ball. They said 'they wanted us to know that we're gonna' pay' then they said they're gonna kill 8-ball, and blow up all of his bomb shops one by one."
"We can't let them blow up 8-ball's bombshops!" Trent says, eyes drooping.
"They said, they were going to kill him," Tony says, "I like 8-ball too, but there's no point in protecting a dead man's property."
"You get a lot of money from 8-ball's shops, and I think that 8-ball can make it out alive. Whether he is or not keeping the shops is still good for business." Trent tries to get 8-balls shops saved just in case 8-ball does survive.
"Fine, I'll send a bunch of men to go down to 8-ball's bomb shops, you guys can go down to this one down here in Harwood."
The doctor cuts in "I think it would be a bad idea to send him anywhere in the condition he's in. He's got a major cuncussion, probably some massive internal bleeding - but I can't tell for sure - and his shoulder's dislocated. You send him out there and he could die."
"Dislocated huh? Just pop it back into place."
"I was going to do that but the pain is excruciating, I thought he should be more prepared or something like that so that -"
"Just fuckin' do it GODDAMN IT! I ain't got all fuckin' day doc."
The doctor reluctantly leans over and yanks hard on Trent's arm. For the first time in the past hour Trent seems really awake, and pissed. He grabs the doctor by the collar and comes only inches from snapping his neck. He gets a grip on himself and finally lets go of the doctor.
"There now you and Fido go to 8-ball's bombshop and stop those fuckers from blowing it up!"
Trent smiles and gives him the thumbs up sign as he rises from the floor. The doctor is stunned.
"You can't just send him out there like he's brand NEW! The dislocated shoulder was nothing, the massive bleeding and the concussion are completely different! You're gonna' KILL him!"
"He's a grown fuckin' man doc. I can't stop him. Don't forget what I pay you for."
"Yeah, sure, right sorry..." the doctor says pacing back and forth around tables, he wants to say something but he keeps his mouth shut.
Trent stands up holding his shoulder, "Fido man, this is going to be fucking nuts! You up for it?"
Fido smiles and puts a hand on Trent's shoulder, he winces from the pain.
"Let's go then." Trent says to him, they both try to look cool leaving the building, Trent fails miserably.
8-ball's bomb stop:
It was getting dark in Liberty but the rain still hadn't stopped, Trent looked at it as an omen, Fido saw it as the weather.
Trent and Fido arrive at 8-ball's bomb shop next to a car dealership. A white striped green Banshee is parked in the display window. Trent spots some Diablo Stallions, parked, hidden behind three old school buses.
"There." Trent points to the Diablo Stallions and Fido nods his head. Fido pulls his car up next to the back of one school bus, and they both get out.
"What're we gonna do?"
Fido smiles and holds up a molotov cocktail.
"What're you gonna' do with that?"
Fido runs in the direction away from the road past the school buses and stops in the middle of a very large grass field. Trent manages to see what Fido is doing and moves as far away from the Diablo Stallion's as possible. Fido smiles slyly to himself as he light up the rag on the top of the bottle, then he hurls it through the air, the soaring ember storms down and strikes the side of one Stallion. Trent can hear the 'POP' sound of breaking glass.
The fire begins to build then Fido covers his ears and ducks, seeing this Trent, as quick as he can, does the same.
'BOOM!' BOOM!' BOOM!' All three Diablo Stallions are ripped to pieces and ingulfed in flames so large that the devil would be envious of them. The last explosion was dangerously close to 8-ball's shop. Luckily nothing happens to it.
Fido would have laughed if he thought he could, instead he smiles at the eye popping brightness that came from the fire he created. The heat was overwhelming.
Fido gets closer to the back of 8-ball's shop and a Diablo comes running out of the front towards the Stallions, Fido jumps out from hiding and blasts five rounds into his upper-body, the man falls backwards onto the ground, and his friend comes out running after him, realizing what happens he ducks and moves faster.
Trent is hiding near the display window, the Diablo runs for the Banshee. Panicked he doesn't even see Trent. Trent jolts forward and slams his fist into the back of the Diablo's head, it sends him flying face first into the glass. Trent pulls his gun out and aims directly at the Diablo's face, pulling the hammer back.
"Someday... I'm gonna' get killed doin' this shit!" Trent winces and pulls the trigger, the kickback of the gun causes his arm to hurt more, he sits down on the floor of the display room with his back to the wall.
Fido bolts for the front of 8-ball's shop. Theres should be Diablo's inside, he's right there is.
One of three Diabos is on the floor trying desperately to arm a bomb. Fido shoots one of them in the legs then when he hits the ground Fido quickly puts a bullet in his head. Another man raises a gun, pointing it directly at Fido's face. Fido is unimpressed, he fires a clean shot straight through the Diablo's heart. The Diablo screams in pain and falls on his stomach.
The last Diablo doesn't even turn around at first he gets the bomb armed then he sees Fido, as if he hadn't heard the gunshots. He eyes Fido for a while then he pulls a gun.
Fido fires stepping forward, the Diablo's hit in the shouler, Fido steps forward again, putting another bullet through the Diablo, this time it hits him on the right side of the chest in the lung. The Diablo refuses to give up. He fires at Fido, but another one of Fido's shot's causes his gunshot to be way off. Fido continues to fire, stepping closer creating, an avalanche of blood. The last gunshot Fido is standing only inches away from the man, he pulls the trigger and the the man's final wound erupts like a geyser after nine shots the Diablo finally falls down dead.
Fido picks up the bloody bomb and walks out carrying it under his arm.