Prologue | The Villain
Sept 3, 2016 21:23:08 GMT
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Post by Jack Owyns on Sept 3, 2016 21:23:08 GMT
FADE IN: EXT. PARKING LOT – NEW YORK, NEW YORK – DECEMBER 25TH, 2016 (21:00) The rotors on the chopper roar, bouncing an echo building to building. As the sound of police sirens nears, they create a little rhythm. CHOPPER PILOT (O.S): “I repeat! They are driving south on Broadway; that’s south on Broadway coming up on Chambers Street!” The chopper, navigated by NYPD's finest, screams into the headset on his head. They are currently in pursuit of two vehicles racing down the ice-filled street, being chased by more than a dozen police cruisers hot on their tail. CHOPPER PILOT (O.S): “Holy shit, holy shit! Suspect in the white car has just been T-boned at Broadway and Chambers Street! Oh – SHIT! Suspect two’s vehicle has just collided with the suspect in the white car. I repeat, both suspects' cars are no longer moving, no longer moving!” The chopper flashes its spotlight on the wreckage. CHOPPER PILOT (O.S): “Suspects are getting out of their vehicles! I repeat! Suspects are on foot.” CUT TO: EXT. BROADWAY AND CHAMBERS ST. – NEW YORK, NEW YORK – DECEMBER 25TH, 2016 (21:15) JACK OWYNS (VOICE OVER): “Now, you are probably fuckin’ wondering, Jack! How the fuck did it get to this, right?” The entire scene is paused, completely frozen. Jack Owyns stands shirtless in the middle of the intersection, mouth in a screaming position, fist clenched, his body covered in blood. The scene slowly pans out, and laying in front of him is an unidentified person, lying face first on the asphalt. The scene continues to pan out, and the white and black vehicles are in flames. The scene continues to pan out, but this time, it starts slowly spinning around Jack Owyns, the unidentified man, and the two vehicles on fire, and it reveals that Jack Owyns is surrounded by NYPD officers, all with their guns drawn. JACK OWYNS (VOICE OVER): “HA! Well, no better fuckin’ place to start than the place where it fuckin’ began. Let me tell you how it all started…” The scene zooms back in on just Jack Owyns. The scene goes live. JACK OWYNS: “Fuck you!” The scene goes black. CUT TO: INT. DR. WOODROW’S OFFICE – SEATTLE, WASHINGTON – AUGUST 30TH, 2016 DR. WOODROW: “Jack, do you know why you are here?” Jack Owyns is lying on the sofa, fingers locked together behind his head, as he rests his head in the palms of his hand. He stared up at the roof. JACK OWYNS: “You the fuckin’ doctor, bitch. I pay you; you tell me.” DR. WOODROW: “You want her back in your life—” JACK OWYNS: “Her fuckin’ name is Mackenzie.” Dr. Woodrow looked down at her notes. She began to scribble on the paper. DR. WOODROW: “Mackenzie—and she is your daughter, correct?” Jack spun his body on the sofa; his feet made a thud on the floor, and he was now in a sitting position, staring at Doctor Woodrow with eyes that looked ready to kill. JACK OWYNS: “You fuckin’ with me?!” Jack decided to go the dramatic route. He open-hand smacked the notepad out of Woodrow’s hand and then pointed at her as the notepad and Dr. Woodrow’s pen went flying. JACK OWYNS: “You know she fuckin’ is. You know why I am here. So quit with the fuckin’ Q and A; cut the chit-chat, sign the fuckin’ papers, and allow me to see Mac again. My fuckin’ daughter.” Dr. Woodrow stood up, walked over, and grabbed the notepad and pen Jack had just rudely slapped out of her hands. She held the notepad close to her chest and decided not to look back at Jack. DR. WOODROW: “It doesn’t work like that, Jack.” Woodrow continues walking, putting distance between herself and the lunatic inside her room. DR. WOODROW: “I know you want Mackenzie back in your life, and I’m here to help you achieve this, but Deanna has expressed many concerns—” JACK OWYNS: “Like what!?” DR. WOODROW: “She is willing to allow you back into Mackenzie’s life, but she has rules—” JACK OWYNS: “Fuckin’ rules!?” DR. WOODROW: “Yes Jack, rules and conditions—“ JACK OWYNS: “Fuckin’ conditions!?” Dr. Woodrow takes a seat at her desk and gives Jack a look. Her patience is wearing thin with the man they called the Villain. She places her notepad down and begins flipping back through pages, too many early notes. Notes she had collected when she was first contacted by Jack’s ex, Deanna Greene, mother to his daughter Mackenzie Greene. DR. WOODROW: “Deanna fears that your lifestyle and choices may be a bad influence on Mackenzie—“ JACK OWYNS: “I’m a bad influence? Fuck, doc, you should fuckin’ hear about her mother.” DR. WOODROW: “Jack, this isn’t about Deanna. This is about you, so may I finish? I am paid by the hour, you know, and with all these interruptions you are just adding time.” JACK OWYNS: “Oh no, go fuckin’ ahead. Please do.” Jack leans back on the sofa and mumbles under his breath. DR. WOODROW: “She says there have been a few occasions when you’ve actually had Mackenzie in your care, and you were under the influence of drugs and alcohol? And you had Mackenzie flush the drugs when your house was raided.” JACK OWYNS: “Uh-huh.” DR. WOODROW: “She also says you beat up an 8-year old that was bullying Mackenzie—” JACK OWYNS: “Okay, hold on. I didn’t fuckin’ beat him up, I gave the fuckin’ kid a little tap in the gut with my fist. That kid was a little fuckin’ dick, by the way.” Dr. Woodrow pulls down her glasses and gives Jack that look with one eyebrow raised. DR. WOODROW: “He was eight years old?” JACK OWYNS: “Well, how the fuck was I supposed to know how old he was, huh?” She shakes her head. DR. WOODROW: “Umm, you know what, never mind. Moving on. So, she also said that at a Halloween party you put a man in a coma, and because of your actions you were charged with attempted murder.” JACK OWYNS: “Uh-huh.” DR. WOODROW: “And you went to prison for a year.” JACK OWYNS: “Yep. But I got let out on good fuckin’ behavior. HA! Write that into your fuckin’ notes!” DR. WOODROW: “It says here you got let out because all charges were dropped. There were also reports that you weren’t a model citizen inside.” JACK OWYNS: “They're all fuckin’ lies; they loved me.” Dr. Woodrow continues to read everything in front of her, shaking her head after each thing she writes. DR. WOODROW: “Possession of a deadly weapon, trafficking, breaking and entering, kidnapping, assault, arson — Jack, really ... ” JACK OWYNS: “You're lookin' at all the fuckin’ negatives, bitch. Shit, look at the positives.” DR. WOODROW: “That’s the thing, Jack — there aren’t any positives here. All you’ve done is ... ” She closes her notepad. DR. WOODROW: “... bad stuff. Really bad stuff. Can you even tell me any good deed you’ve ever done?” Jack thinks it over in his head, but he just looks at her blankly. Dr. Woodrow stands up, makes her way around the desk, and uses the front of the desk as a new seat. DR. WOODROW: “This isn’t going to be easy, Jack — not even close — but I think that if you work really hard, you can win at least visitation rights back. I heard you signed on with a new promotion down in New York.” JACK OWYNS: “Ya heard correct.” DR. WOODROW: “Okay, that’s good. A fresh start of sorts if you can just show Deanna you have changed, and, trust me when I say this, Deanna knows you can’t fully change. However, if you at least show her you are trying to be a better person and a better role model, she might start at least warming up to the idea of your visiting Mackenzie again.” JACK OWYNS: “So, what you are fuckin’ saying is I just need to be good? Like a fuckin’ good guy?” DR. WOODROW: “Yes, Jack, just be good. No drugs, no alcohol, and no run-ins with the police. Just do nothing which would make you a criminal.” JACK OWYNS: “Well, that just sounds fuckin’ boring as fuck.” DR. WOODROW: “Jack, be good, or you'll just be wasting your time.” Jack smirked. JACK OWYNS: “I'll be good.” DR. WOODROW: “Good. Deanna, Mackenzie, and I believe in you, Jack. You can do this.” Jack nods and follows it up with a salute. He stands up from the sofa. DR. WOODROW: “Oh, and Jack, take this.” Dr. Woodrow turns around and grabs another notepad. DR. WOODROW: “When you feel angry or just ready to resort to the old Jack, I want you to write everything in here. It may help you calm down.” JACK OWYNS: “Like a fuckin’ diary.” She hands it towards Jack. DR. WOODROW: “Yes.” Jack snatches it out of her hands and makes his way toward the exit. DR. WOODROW: “Remember, Jack, Mackenzie is counting on you. You can be good!” Jack waves the notepad in the air. JACK OWYNS: “I can be fuckin’ good.” FADE TO BLACK. |
