Ok I don't own and i write this as i watch summerslam.
Chapter 8
Firefly: Ok, where is Shawn and Lita?
Hunter: I think they are getting ready.
The two of them came through the door laughing about something.
Firefly: There you are. We have to get started now.
Shawn: Ok, we're ready.
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COMPUTER MONITOR
A closer view of the rude drawing Shawn is making.
Shawn (OC): I'm so worried about falling behind.
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Hunter: Again Shawn don't lie.
Firefly: Not even that far into it and you start.
Jeff: It's getting easier.
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Shawns' ROOM
He leans back from the monitor and sips a Coke.
Shawn: Dad? Can you hold on a second?
Ric'S VOICE: Sure, pal. Are you alright?
Shawn: Just a little phlegm on the phone. Hold on.
He puts his father on hold.
Shawn: Randy? It's my Dad.
Randy'S VOICE: Oh, that's just great. Are you busted?
Shawn: It's completely cool. He's just checking up on me. Now, listen to me. I'm working on getting some heavy bucks out of him. So, the least you can do is hurry up and get over here. Bye.
He disconnects and gets his father back. He switches back to his sick voice.
Shawn: Sorry, Dad. The moment before you called, I had a chest spasm and I blew lung fluid all over the place. It was making me ill looking at it. But gee, it's sure great of you to call. I'm sure there're alot of fathers who wouldn't take time out from their busy schedules to call a dumb, sick teenager.
Ric'S VOICE: Hey, pal, what was I supposed to do?
Shawn reaches out and hits a key on his computer. The screen dumps the drawing.
Shawn: Give yourself some credit, Dad. It was a mammoth gesture. It's like those savings bonds you used to give me every Christmas. (looks at CAMERA and smiles) It was that kind of concern.
COMPUTER SCREEN
A message is flashing: "TRANSMITTING DATA".
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Hunter: Know what the funny thing is?
Firefly: What?
Hunter: Shawn doesn't know how to use a computer.
Shawn: Yes I do.
Hunter: Not to that extent.
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Shawns' ROOM
He turns away from the computer and puts his feet up on the desk. He lights a cigarette.
Shawn: You had to work hard for the money to buy those things, right?
Ric'S VOICE: Not any harder than anybody else.
Shawn mouths Ric's words as he says them.
CHICAGO LOOP. DIAMONDVISION SCREEN
Shawns' drawing suddenly appears on the billboard. Pedestrians stop to look.
FERRIS' ROOM
He blows a smoke ring.
Shawn: You work so hard I'll bet you don't even remember where those bonds are, right?
Shawn points a finger in the air as a cue to his father.
Ric'S VOICE: Wrong.
He nods.
Shawn: Oh, yeah? You're pulling my leg. You're just trying to cheer me up.
Ric'S VOICE: Like hell I am. They're in a shoebox in my closet.
Shawn smiles. He looks at CAMERA. He's gotten exactly what he wants.
Shawn: (to CAMERA, normal voice) Was that a class move or what? The guy gave it up faster than a drunk Catholic girl. I hope my kids don't pull this shit on me. (thinks) Of course, if they didn't, they'd be dumb and abnormal and they'd probably never move out of my house and I'd have to support them until I die. I take it back. (to the phone, sick voice) Dad? All this talking has made me kind of light-headed. I think I better lie down.
Ric'S VOICE: Okay, pal. You take care. I'll call you after lunch.
Shawn: You don't have to, Dad.
Ric'S VOICE: I want to. Bye now.
He hangs up. Shawn sighs.
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Hunter: Nice try Shawn.
Firefly: Please stop interupting.
Hunter: I don't do it often.
Firefly: I know.
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Shawn: You win some, you lose some.
He turns his desk chair around and gets up.
Shawn: I'm so disappointed in Randy. Twenty bucks says he's sitting in his car debating about whether or not he should go out.
CAR. Randy
He's sitting behind the wheel of his car.
Randy: We're gonna get caught. No doubt about it.
He cuts the engine.
Randy: I'm not doing it.
He sits for half a beat.
Randy: He'll keep calling until I come over.
He sighs and restarts the engine. Another beat.
Randy: Actually, what'll happen is I'll get caught. Shawn'll escape.
Another beat. He stops the engine.
A CRASH OF HORROR MUSIC.
DRESSER DRAWER
Hands curl around the drawer pulls. The drawer is opened slowly, ominously. The hands lift a sweater out. A HERALDIC STING as we see a men's magazine beneath the sweater.
Shawns' ROOM
He takes out the magazine. He leafs through the pages for the pictorials as he speaks.
Shawn: Randy'll go on like that for a good thirty minutes. The guy is a shellfish when it comes to making a decision. The reason he doesn't fell good is, he worries about everything. He's the only guy I know who's deeply concerned that when he grows up there'll be a critical shortage of strategic metals.
He exits the room.
HALLWAY
Shawn comes out of his room and heads down the hallway.
Shawn: Randy's also the only guy I know who knows what strategic metals are. (waves the magazine) Pardon moi.
He goes into the bathroom. We HEAR THE TOILET SEAT SLAM DOWN.
Shawn: (sings) MAYBE I'M JUST LIKE MY MOTHER, SHE'S NEVER SATISFIED...
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Hunter: Is this nearly done?
Firefly: Almost.
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CLASSROOM. LATER
A stunningly beautiful girl, LITA, is sitting at her desk in a history class. She's staring out the window as a tweedy MALE TEACHER delivers a dry, dusty lecture.
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Firefly: King you're the teacher.
King: Alright.
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King: Roosevelt's health had seriously deteriorated by the time he met with Churchill and Stalin at Yalta. (sneezes) Pardon me.
The classroom door opens and the school NURSE walks in. For a moment, the teacher thinks she's come in because she heard him sneeze. She crosses to him and whispers in his ear.
Lita She, like the others, watches the nurse curiously.
CLASSROOM. TEACHER AND NURSE
The King's face drops as he's delivered an obvious piece of disturbing news. He nods grimly to the Nurse. She looks at the kids.
Trish: Lita?
Lita Sits up in her seat.
Trish She's a picture of compassion and understanding.
Trish: May I see you outside for a moment? There's been an emergency.
Lita A smile curls across her lips. As she gathers her books she looks to the GIRL next to her.
Lita (whispers): Dead grandmother.
HALLWAY
Trish is gently holding Lita's hand.
Trish (nods solemnly): Dead grandmother.
Vince
He has a suspicious look on his face.
Vince: Dead grandmother?
DEAN'S OFFICE
Vince's at his desk. His secretary is standing across from him.
Victoria: That's what Mr. Dumas said. I had Trish Stratus notify Lita.
Vince: Who's this girl's going with?
Victoria: It's so hard to tell. I see her alot with Shawn Michaels.
Vince smiles. His suspicions are confirmed.
Vince: Could you get me Mr. Dumas's daytime number?
As the secretary starts out of the room, Vince's phone rings. She stops and answers the desk phone.
Victoria: Vince McMahon's office. (pause) Yes. Can you hold? Thank you.
She puts the call on hold.
Victoria: It's Mr. Dumas.
Vince is startled. He thinks for a beat then reaches for the phone.
Victoria: Do you still want his number?
Vince answers her with an annoyed look. She smiles and backs out. He punches the phone button.
Vince: Vince McMahon.
MAN'S VOICE: Vince? This is George Dumas. (A/N: Since I don't know her dad's name I am keeping it that way.)
Vince: How are you today, sir?
MAN'S VOICE: We've had a bit of bad luck this morning as you may have heard.
Vince rolls his eyes. It's so obvious it's not Mr. Dumas.
Vince: I heard. And, gosh, I'm all broken up. Huh? Oh, sure. I'd be happy to release Lita. You produce a corpse and I'll release Lita. I want to see this dead grandmother firsthand.
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Hunter: Vince, don't be an ass.
Steve: He can't help that. He has always been one.
Hunter: True.
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Victoria stops cold in the doorway. She turns to Vince in horror. He covers the phone.
Vince: (whispers) It's Shawn Michaels. Nervy litttle punk. I'm gonna set a trap and let his walk right into it! (to phone) That's right. Cart the stiff in and I'll turn over your daughter. It's school policy. Was this your mother?
Vince's other line rings.
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Firefly: Ok, thats it.
Hunter: Can we leave now?
Firefly: Yeah.
They all do so.
Ok I started this on sunday and I finnish it now. Slow I know but I got distracted during summerslam. DX KICK ASS!!!!! Ok R/R.
