Cast of villains becomes Government paid terrorists, in a "Big Brother" style of corporation. 

SYNOPSIS:

Setting: Midwest United States (Iowa) Time: Present day, 2013 Background: Black comedy series based around a domestic terrorist organization that operates with impunity from the U.S. Government. Dirty Works Inc. employs American citizens to sabotage the "American Dream" for and against some of the biggest Corporations. The crew of "Dirty Works" are a motley crew of different villains, all of whom are in debt to the company they work for. "Dirty Works" represents all that is wrong with Capitalism, catering to the vastly wealthy, and showcases that the U.S. Government pays just as much to mess things up, as they do to keep things running. The small crew in the Midwest is only a small cog in the larger corporation that is "Dirty Works", and it's employees get to see only a small piece of the true conspiracy that IS "Democracy".

"DIRTY WORKS"

Dirty Works

Pilot Episode

Wednesday January 2nd, 2012

Time: 4:30 am

Location: Interstate 380, near Cedar Rapids Iowa

"Jeremy", a 6'2 tattoo covered-body building skinhead, is piloting what looks to be a DOT style of de-icing truck just south of Cedar Rapids. (Inside the massive tank is filled with a bright blue chemical fluid.)

On the radio, the song "Midnight Rider" comes on. Still dark, Jeremy wears his sunglasses.

Jeremy

"I LOVE this song!" (To himself)

Jeremy leans over grabbing his cigarettes, as he does so, the enormous 10 ton truck lunges from the slow lane across lanes. A Cedar Rapids police cruiser is following, and speeds up, throwing on its lights.

Jeremy

"Whoopsie." (Smiling to himself, with an unlit cigarette hanging from his mouth)

Jeremy speeds up, turning up the radio, he begins inaudibly trash talking the police chasing close behind. Immediately two more Cedar Rapids police cruisers join the pursuit.

Jeremy swerves in and out of lanes laughing hysterically, and screaming the lyrics of "Midnight Rider" out the window. A police cruiser tries to pass, Jeremy swerves narrowly missing the police car. Jeremy reacts in frustration.

A high tech cb squawks to life.

"Death Star to Executor.....Death Star to Executor....come in?"

Jeremy

"Why are you talking like that?! It's STUPID! Dummy. Talk like a human being, not like a STUPID Star Wars geek!"

Setting in a dark warehouse with a headset in his ear, and a bevy of lit up computer monitors, all with shots of the current police chase through the use of police dashboard and traffic cameras, an older wirery bearded man named Steve, sets sipping on his coffee, and passively breaks up marijuana as he speaks.

Steve

"YOU'RE STU-PID! Star Wars was, and IS amazing! Do we need to have another movie night, Jere-me??"

Jeremy

"What do you want old man?"

Jeremy runs a police cruiser into the wall as it tries to pass. Jeremy puckers a kiss in his side mirror towards the chasing police cars.

Steve

"Nice....2 points. (In a fake flirty voice) Just wanted to see if you thought you could make it back to the warehouse without you're new friends....that's all."

Jeremy

"What do you mean 2 points?! That was a TOTAL 3 pointer! Do you see what's left of his car?!"

Steve

"Yeah, I do....AND I also saw you're fruity taunt too....What you can't even acknowledge MY love for you, but you go and about kill a poor cop,...and HE gets the first base treatment?....Death Star gets judge and jury of total points, you know the rules "J-Rock"...."

Two more police vehicles join pursuit, this time its two unmarked suburban’s. Jeremy and Steve take note, as the total vehicles add up to 5 chasing Jeremy, all closing in pursuit.

Steve

"Any time now Mr. Superstar...."

Jeremy

"That's right Death Star, you just set back and WATCH....Do what you do best, old man"....

Jeremy closes in on an upcoming traffic camera, flipping the bird at Steve while going a high rate of speed. Steve can see it for a good second before Jeremy flies out of range.

Steve

"Cute. How about I take MY middle finger and UN-JAM their radios?"

Jeremy

"There you go old man, being STU-PID again!....I owe you twenty for my bar tab, how am I going to be able to pay you when I'm locked up because these duche bags take their job seriously?.....Dummy."

Steve

" Well....I COULD just let you get caught, take you're job, take your pay, and then take your MOM out for dinner...and WHEN you get released, you'll GET to call ME "daddy"!"....

Jeremy

"DON'T you do it!! Don't you EVEN THINK about it!"....

Steve

(hah-hah) "Which one?"....

Jeremy

"ALL of them!"....

Jeremy shakes his head, shifts gears, and hits the lever to turn on the sprayer. Jeremy gains distance away from the pursing police units, as a light blue chemical covers the interstate, hitting the pavement and immediately freezes.

One by one all of the remaining police vehicles swerve uncontrollably, and crash all over the now lightly colored blue interstate.

Jeremy

"15 points already and it's not even 5 am!"

Steve

"14 points."

Jeremy

"Whatever dick. I'm breaking you're record old man, mark my words!"

Steve notices a police cruiser 5 miles ahead, pulling over on the interstate. The officer gets out and gets a spike strip out of the trunk. The officer runs across the interstate, and waits, ready to spring the strip.

Steve

"NOT if you drive past exit Blair's Ferry exit, you won't."

Jeremy

"Spike strip?"

Steve

"Spike strip."

Jeremy shuts down the sprayer, shifts into a low gear and proceeds to start a slow 3 point turn in the middle of the interstate. Some of the wrecked police officers get out of their vehicles and begin shooting the DOT truck. Jeremy reacts by laughing, and waiving at the officers as he slowly passes them, going 5 miles per hour. Each shot bounces off the DOT truck without penetrating.

Jeremy

"I'm bulletproof bitches!"

Some officers try to run up to the DOT truck, only to slip and fall all over the interstate. More and more shots bounce off of the truck. The windshield takes a couple of shots, cracking and splintering a spider web across it. Jeremy reacts surprised.

Jeremy

"Maybe not....Dam you Carlos..."

Jeremy turns the sprayer back on, as he slowly passes more wrecked police cruisers. Shots are heard hitting the DOT truck all over, tires takes shots, and slows deflates. The engine begins smoking as the hood takes more and more shots.

Jeremy smiles ear to ear and waves at the last officer firing at him, slowly driving past. The officer can only unload his clip, and stare in confusion, as the DOT truck rumbles by. Jeremy cracks his window after the cop unloads his clip.

Jeremy

"Hey PIG, you can't catch the midnight rider!" (To the last police officer)

The cop then throws his gun towards Jeremy in frustration. The gun bounces off of the passenger window. Jeremy laughs evilly. Spraying a light blue fluid all over the ground, the downed police cars, and even the last officer. The DOT truck is seen driving away slowly, as the police officers gather in confusion along the empty interstate. One slips and falls to his rear

Intro Music: "Trouble Maker" Chris Webby

Back at the warehouse; 4 more guys have joined Steve at his computer consoles. All laughing and watching the replay of Jeremy's escapades from different cameras. Carlos, a large-twenty something Hispanic male covered in tattoos, shakes his head in disappointment. Christian, a Guatemalan male wearing a EMT uniform, laughs looking at Carlos's pain. Nate, a early 30 something Caucasian male sips on a beer, laughing but nervously looking over his shoulder for the boss man to come through the warehouse door any second. John, a late 20's Asian American male looks on unapprovingly, shaking his head in dissatisfaction.

John

"And THAT little prank is going to cost US our yearly bonus! Just you wait!"

Steve ignores John, pausing the screen right when the officer throws the gun, shot from his dashboard camera. Nate finishes his beer, crushing the can with his hands, he tosses it off into the darkness of the warehouse. Christian pats Carlos on the shoulder in sympathy.

Christian

"Well, we all know what Carlos is working on this week!.....and NEXT!"

Carlos

"There has to be 50 holes in that fucker... nah dawg...that's a month's worth of work. I'll tell Mike, I can't go with "J-Rock" till the "Executor" is back up and running."

Mike, a 40 something, large Caucasian skin head walks in, stopping for a second to look at the paused shot of the bulky DOT truck, smoke rising from under the hood, and with 3 tires flat.

Mike

"Tell me what?... (Mike looks to the screen.) ...No...it's fine.... JUST bullet holes man! (hah-hah) And were not supposed to get freezing conditions again for a couple weeks. I'll have you start back up on the "Executor" next week....It will be fine."

Carlos looks at Mike with disbelief.

Carlos

"Mike, what about all that smoke rising from under the hood, dawg? We HAVE to order another engine block meng!"

Mike

"Ahhh....we can't until next week. The financial quarter is up then, and we'll have a fresh set of bank funds to play with. Until then, pull the bullets, get the tires off and replaced, and pull the windshield. Get it prepped this week, next week, you can do the install work."

Carlos looks at Christian and shakes his head.

Carlos

"Do I get someone to work with at least?"

Mike

"Nah dawg. (Ha-ha) THIS is WHY we hired you; instead of letting the federalies take you back "Mex-I-co!"....Now, when "Jere-me" gets back in, John, I want YOU to fill out the paperwork. Carlos, pull the Executor into bay 2, start pulling bullets, and keep track of how many you recover. We'll need it for the year end review."

John starts to protest, but Mike cuts him off.

Mike

"John, I KNOW you hate paperwork. We ALL hate paperwork. If you didn't fall asleep last week running traffic cameras, you would be laughing at "Mick" or "Gravy's" pain right now. Speaking of those two potheads, where are they!? And WHY does it smell like them in here!?"

Mike walks towards his office without wanting an answer. Steve doesn't look up from his computer monitor, as Christian grabs a small nugget of marijuana off of the table, and gently places it in Steve's chest pocket.

Steve

"....Thank you Christian."

Christian

"No prob old man."

Before Mike slams his office door, he yells out:

Mike

"If Mick and Gravy can't beat Jeremy back, they'll be back on homework duties!"

Immediately Steve, John, Nate and Christian go to their phones, each texting in different directions.

Christian texts to Mick "If you don't beat Jeremy here, you two have John's job."

Nate texts to Gravy "Hurry up asshole! Don't stick me with John!"

John texts to Jeremy "PLEASE HURRY, MIKE GOT FIRED! JODI IS HERE AND YOU ARE IN CHARGE!"

Steve texts to Jeremy "Don't believe anything John texts you."

Tires are heard screeching around in the parking lot, and the 5 guys react differently, to knowing Mick and Gravy have arrived, in time to beat Jeremy back to the warehouse.

The front door flies open and two guys struggle to come through the tiny doorway at the same time. The younger of the two, "Gravy" (AKA: Dave, Davey) is a 20 something Caucasian male, fresh out of the marines. The older, "Mick", is in his early 30's, he is shorter and with a freshly clean shaven head.

Mick cuts Gravy off, and comes through first. Gravy waits for Mick to pass, only to time it just right so when he trips Mick, he can also shove him onto the small cheap wooden coffee table, which destroys it in the process, and announces to everyone, Mike included, that they have arrived.

Mick gets up in a hurry, dusting himself off, and ignoring the destroyed coffee table. Gravy walks up to the group already standing around their gigantic round conference table. Mick walks past Gravy, blindly sack tagging him as he walks past. Gravy moans out surprised, in pain, but still able to laugh at the surprise attack. Hunched over, he shakes his head "no" at Mick, slowly making his way to a seat marked "MAN GRAVY" as if nothing has happened.

Mick walks up to his seat knowing he got a full unprotected shot off, and Gravy, being a marine, is downplaying his pain. Mick plops down in the chair marked "Angry Moby", and stretches out sideways in an attempt to get some sleep before the morning meeting.

John

"You know Mick; you're going to have to clean that up, right?"

Mick

"You know John, that after you quit last time... you lost ALL seniority rights over me? Which means YOU are LOWER on the scale than me, which MEANS...someone LOWER THAN ME gets to clean up the mess.....let’s see....WHO should I ask....TELL to clean up MY mess??....What do you think John? Do you think you're "up to it?"

John

"I am NOT lower than YOU! I will NOT clean up you're mess! You don't GET to order ME around! I was here BEFORE they hired YOU! I've done MORE missions than you; I've done more damage to the financial institutions in the last 3 years, than a petty con-man, like yourself, could EVER dream of!"

Mick

"Yeah "guy", if you had the balls to do "you're thing" in FRONT of ACTUAL people....then you could talk to daddy... "

Dave feels a deep pain from the nutshot, but makes no noise. Only the pale, drained look of exhaustion shows how tough Dave is, not showing any weakness. He groggily cuts John off.

Gravy

"You're right John, but wait...what's that? You say I HAVE more seniority than BOTH of you? You say you want someone to decide who cleans up Mick's mess?......huh?....that's wired, because John, since you've been doing SUCH a good job of cleaning the warehouse the last couple of days, why don't you just go ahead and clean up one more small little mess? Mmmkay?....."

Dave and John stare each other down for a couple of seconds, as John tries to not show any intimidation from Dave.

Gravy

"Is that ok, booh-bear?"

The warehouse garage door churns to life, slowly opening the massive 20 foot door. Smoke and what smells like burnt rubber odor wafts in the warehouse. The DOT truck slowly rumbles on the remaining 3 tires, to a stop as the massive garage door starts to close. Jeremy, still wearing his sunglasses jumps down, taking a sip from his coffee thurmus, he admires his handy work. Chuckling to himself, he can see the amusement in just "how close" he came to possibly getting caught.

Jeremy

"Hey Carlos! Next time I tell you to bulletproof the truck... I MEAN BULLETPROOF THE TRUCK! You WANT me to get caught!?....NOW you will SEE why I wanted it extra protected! Now...you...GET TO fix it ALL OVER AGAIN! MAY-BE this time, you get it right... Si?"

Carlos

"I can't bulletproof the whole thing when you take it every time it drops below 20!"

Jeremy starts to walk away.

Carlos

"....Iowa is like fucking Russia when it gets cold...."

Mick turns over in his seat, turning his back to John, at the same time he passively flips John off as he "scratches" his ass. John notices, but continues to eye Gravy. Gravy sets forward, almost wanting John to "act out". Steve sets down at the chair marked "Old Man". Nate moves to the seat marked "Quiet Riot". Jeremy walks past Carlos, and sets down at the seat marked "Roid Rage". Carlos and Christian walk up to the "Executor", eyeing the damage, and taking note of the repairs needed.

Mike comes storming out of his office, heading straight for the conference table, he makes eye contact with Christian and Carlos, mentally giving them the "get your ass over here" look. Christian, tugs Carlos away from his new nightmare. Carlos is still in disbelief, as he reluctantly walks away from the smoldering mess, that's making pinging noises loud enough to be heard 50 feet away.

Carlos sets at the seat marked "Illegal Amigo" as Christian sets down at "Life Saver". Mike walks up, and sets down at the head of the table where the spot marked "Boss Hole" is located and begins the meeting.

Gravy and John continue to eye each other. Neither looking away.

Gravy

"You want some candy? Naw dawg...you ain't about that life..."

John

"Don't try getting any home or auto loans in the near future...."dawg"."

Mick laughs at John's response, not even turning over. Gravy silently laughs, and mockingly waves the "spooky" fingers at John. Nate waits for Mike to look away before taking a secret sip from a flask. Steve silently eyes everyone, for some reason now in a bad mood. Mike shuffles some papers, and starts the meeting.

Mike

"Ok, first off good work last week. Everyone. We did some good work for you know who. They WILL be coming back next year, most likely for the same stuff, so its easy hours, fun work, and you guys get the job you really want. All we have to do is make sure our division keeps getting the reputation YOU GUYS have EARNED. We're well on our way to letting the other divisions know that with a smaller crew, the Midwest can do just as much damage as the big crews in the major markets. That's good stuff right there. And TRUST ME, Jodi is SEEING just how much damage we can do with the RIGHT GUYS in the right positions....."

Mick roles over and sets upright, giving Mike his attention. Jeremy sets his coffee thurmus down, and pours himself a glass. Jeremy begins watching John who is mean mugging Gravy. Nate patently waits for Mike to make eye contact, so he can rush another secret sip from the flask.

Mike

"NEXT....the bad news....Because we're so small, and were doing "so we'll" our fearless leader has come across a new batch of newbs that we "get" to accept into our family. You know the routine. You can check out their backgrounds, check their resumes, and let me know what you think. Bets wise the one named "Thomas" is a 5-1 odds. And....Derek...(hah- hah) Derek is a 10-1 odds. So whoever's betting, you have till 9:00 am to get your bets in. Ahhh....I'm going to partner....Derek up with Mick....and Thomas with....Gravy"

Mick and Gravy immediately seize up and react with disapproving incoherent arguing with Mike. Mike hushes them, holding up one finger.

Mike

"Since you guys have "dominated" the tag division "so well" here...I'm putting you both to the test. I'm putting you both with new guys to SEE just how good of teammates and leaders you can be, for the company. And to also see just which one of you is "the real deal" and which one is riding the others coattails."

Mick

"What are you talking about?! We ALREADY KNOW that I'm riding Gravy's coattails!"

A small chuckle takes over the table. John sets back in his chair with a pleased look on his face, his hands come together in a maniacal pose as he enjoys his nemeses pain.

Mike

"Well, both of these guys are similar to your key backgrounds, and Jodi believes that whichever new "tag team" can prove to be more influential in 6 months, they will get a 10,000$ bonus to split however they....well...you guys see fit."

The table reacts to knowing both Mick and Gravy have a chance to win a 10,000$ pot, by being forced to train the new guys gets mixed reactions. Especially from Mick and Gravy, who are now eyeing each other as enemies.

Mike

"Ok, ok, ok....calm down. We ALL know the rules here. It ain't going to be easy....someone grab the bowl....we're going to do this right...."

John

"I'll grab it!" (With a giant smile on his face)

John gets up and fetches a clear fish bowl filled with folded pieces of paper inside. John sets it down hard right in between Mick and Gravy, making sure to eye each, before returning to his seat. Mick and Gravy quickly do a "rock-paper-scissors". Mick chooses rock as Gravy chooses scissors.

Mick reaches into the bowl, pulling out a piece of paper, not looking at it, Mick and Gravy keep eye contact. Gravy reaches into the bowl, and pulls out a piece of paper.

Mick unfolds the paper and reacts by dropping his shoulders and exhaling deeply.

Mick

"God-Damit."

John

"What did you get?"

Mick

"God -Damit." (not looking at John)

Gravy pulls open his piece of paper, and reacts with disgust, chucking the piece of now crumpled up paper across the table.

Gravy

"Ra-Tard!?...REALLY!?!?"

The table all bursts out laughing, even Mike can't hold in full out laughter at Gravy's expense.

John

"Mick...what did you get?"

Mick continues to not look at John.

Mick

"God-Damit. John, I got God-Damit. How many times do I have to say it for you? Maybe YOU should have gotten the Ra-Tard card, instead of Gravy here."

The table laughs harder at the new characters Mick and Gravy must portray for the next 6 months towards the two new guys.

John

"I don't get it."

Mike

"Well, Mick here HAS TO start EVERY conversation with Derek as "God-Damit Derek"....and Gravy has to act as if he's mentally retarded around Thomas...for the next 6 months....and since you're not a "tag team" as of today, I'm going to need those tag title belt buckles back....that is techniquelly company property..."

This statement makes both Mick and Gravy react in disbelief. Mick sets back in his chair, undoing the belt buckle and tossing it on the table. Gravy stands up defiantly.

Gravy

"I WON this with my booh, fair and square! Just cause NO ONE wants to tag with John, you're punishing US! WE made that last job, and you KNOW it!"

Gravy undoes his belt buckle, giving the mock championship a kiss before tossing it towards the other one. Before he can set down, his pants fall around his ass, he quickly sets down fast before they fall any further, and someone notices.

Mike

"Right...make that Derek 10-1, and Thomas is 15-1."

Mick and Gravy just stare at each other in disbelief as the table erupts in a loud raucous of frenzied betting between the other employees.

COMMERCIAL BREAK #1

Carlos begins dismantling the shot up DOT truck. Christian is heard at a computer console saying "911...what is your emergency?" Mick comes out of the locker room wearing a McDonald’s upper management uniform, and heads towards the chemical closet. Gravy is at the "weapons wall", looking over each tool, while wearing a cleaning uniform. John is setting at a computer console, worming his way thru an insurance companies database. Steve sets at another console, laughing like a schoolgirl, as he flips from traffic light cameras, trying to cause any accidents he can, in different cities across Iowa, all at the same time. Nate is seen wearing a state trooper uniform, and heading towards their police cruiser. Jeremy is now wearing a grocery store uniform, but carries a handful of rubber gloves, and a mysterious red chemical in a sprayer bottle, as he jumps in a plain white van.

(FAST FORWARD SHOT) One by one Mick, Jeremy, Gravy, and Nate eventually all get in different vehicles, all in a line they head out into the Iowa cold together but in different directions. The garage door closes behind them.

Time: 7:00 am

DASHBOARD CAMERA EACH VEHICLE:

Jeremy opens a vile, and sprinkles some white powder onto his hand, he snorts it quickly. Mick begins loading a bowl of weed, as he smokes a cigarette. Gravy pops a pill, then he takes a hit from his "one hitter". Nate cracks another beer, and leans back, enjoying the power of being the police.

Gravy drives along interstate 80, pulling into a rest station. Mick heads into Cedar Rapids, pulling into a McDonalds. Jeremy drives into Iowa City and parks at a Fareway grocery store. Nate drives past the rest stop Gravy has parked in, pulling into the center access lane, he watches both sides of traffic slow in his presence.

Gravy gets out of his plain white van, and gets his janitor's cart out of the back. Mick has parked, getting out he has a clipboard, and a small spray bottle he conceals in a pocket of his management jacket. Jeremy parks far away from the entrance, carrying his spray bottle, his hands are concealed in white rubber gloves. Nate watches patiently for just the right person to pull over as he sips a beer.

Gravy walks into the restroom area, and slowly waits for a man to leave before placing a "do not disturb" sign in front of the men's restroom. Mick eyes the parking lot in McDonalds uneasy, looking for more expensive vehicles before heading inside with a smile ear to ear. Jeremy begins corralling carts outside in the cold, looking for other Fareway employees. Nate sets forward, ready to spring to action as soon as he sees a BMW come into his view.

Gravy waits for the restroom door to close before he pulls out a metal baseball bat; he begins smashing everything in view inside of the restroom. Mick is seen talking down to other McDonald’s employees as if it their fault they weren't informed of his coming to quality check their food. Jeremy randomly sprays the chemical on each carts handles, making sure no one notices him as he conveniently pushes a heard of carts towards the entrance. Nate flashes his overhead lights at the BMW, making sure to follow it off the side of the road, and parking behind it, he gets out in slow motion, and strides with the confidence of any state trooper.

It is pandemonium inside the men's restroom, as debris flies in the air. Gravy kicks the stalls off of their supports, taking the bat to the porcelain of the toilets, they shatter like glass. Water floods the bathroom floor, and random rolls of toilet paper fall and begin absorbing the mess.

Mick is seen standing over a very intimidated McDonalds employee, the employee doesn't notice Mick as he drops one drop of the chemical onto a couple of burgers getting ready to be wrapped and sent out. Mick makes sure all the employees around him are too busy to watch him secretly drop small amounts of the chemical on each and every burger going out.

Jeremy has now moved 4 rows of carts, his plastic spray bottle is half empty now, his sun glasses still hiding his face, and his smile is ear to ear as he hands off the carts to an inside employee who doesn't recognize him. Jeremy ignores him, as he heads back out into the cold.

Nate doesn't offer any sympathy towards the driver, handing him a ticket, he walks away from the driver as the driver is irate. The driver begins leaning out his driver side window, yelling back to Nate as he slowly makes his way towards his police cruiser.

BACK AT THE WAREHOUSE:

Mike is seen at his desk, his phone vibrates to life with an alarm letting him know its time for the interviews. He clicks on a television in the room, which lights up, showing the Dirty Works waiting area. Two men are seen setting across from each other in the waiting area, completely unaware they are being watched. Mike sizes up both possible new employees. Derek is seen playing with his phone and Thomas is setting spread out looking Derek up and down.

Thomas background montage:

Thomas in army works his way up. Thomas is in other country and comes across massive amounts of marijuana. Handshake deal with drug dealer. Thomas is seen attempting to sabotage the lunch meal. He gets caught, just as some soldiers are getting sick. The drug dealer is discovered, and Thomas is hauled to stockade.

On the inside Thomas is kept under watch, always keeping his cool even though he is looking at court marshal-prison sentence-life ruining experience. A mysterious woman begins tracking him, even interviewing him under the guise that she is part of his legal team. (Thomas is seen not believing he has a shot at winning, but is not shaken from his confidence.)

After a couple meetings with Thomas, she meets with military commanders, taking the file on Thomas as she leaves; the military commanders just shake their heads in disgust. Mysterious woman is seen entering Thomas's cell. Thomas is seen leaving behind mysterious woman in shackles , his head down-eyes are up, scanning everyone as he leaves. A small smile on his face is hidden from everyone's view.

Derek's background montage:

Derek from a young age collects cards takes care of them carefully. Over time he believes they will be his saving grace for a fortune. Card market drops out; his massive amounts of cards are now worthless. He gets married, has a child, has another. Bills and life pile up on Derek. He is forced to take a job as a furniture salesman for Rent-A-Center. He gets good as a salesman, makes great money. Life is good for Derek.

2008 happens, no one buys furniture anymore. Derek falls back on hard times, and struggles to maintain life. Late one night, he is alone with his cards, carefully looking at the details of a random card, he precisely take ps the card apart. Noting how the card is made, he starts his first attempt to counterfeiting the card by making his own baseball cards, then photo copying the front and back. He puts the pieces of the counterfeit card together under a magnifying glass. Comparing the two cards, Derek discovers he can counterfeit the cards that are actually worth money, sell them online, and keep the real ones.

Derek, becomes engrossed in counterfeiting his own cards, setting at his computer, selling massive amounts of counterfeit cards to people all over the world. Derek has to set up fake emails, to keep the IRS from noticing how much money he is making. In a high rise apartment a small child opens his Christmas present, which is a rookie Michael Jordan card, running with it, he runs to his father. The father smiles with his son, taking the card in his hand, he notices the difference immediately, but shows no reaction. The father places the card up on the mantle and his son is extremely happy to have the card on the mantle. The father gets on a phone, and makes a call. On the other end, the mysterious woman answers, and pulls up the account of the baseball card seller. She looks interested in her findings as the camera zooms back.

Mike looks thru the files on each Derek and Thomas as he sets back in his chair. Laughing to himself, he shakes his head in disbelief.

Mike

"Ok, let's do this..."

Mike comes out of his office with a genuine smile. Both seem taken aback by the size of Mike, and the fact that Mike's handshake felt like an iron vice, both men felt half his size immediately.

Mike

"Hi guys, my name is Mike. I hear you're here for an interview?"

Both Derek and Thomas stumble through the introduction, both speaking at the same time.

Mike

"Good, good stuff. I hear a lot of good things about you two. Why don't you both come in here, and I'll walk you around the warehouse...."

Derek interrupts.

Derek

"Ahh...not to be rude or anything, but WHERE exactly are we? I mean, I DIDN'T apply for whatever position it is I'm being interviewed for! I don't even recall hearing WHAT the name of this place was....I don't know why I'm here even..."

Mike

"Well, why don't you follow me and I'll get around to explaining what we do here....and WHY exactly you're both here...."

Mike walks them out of the front office, down a darkened hallway. The light slowly gets further and further away. Mike opens a door, and leads them into a slightly darker room, closing the door behind them to the front office area. Their eyes squint, attempting to adjust.

Mike

"....Yeah I'll give you guys a second to let your eyes adjust. Hah-hah…we don't really like the light around here...."

Derek and Thomas look at each other somewhat confused. Mike offers to have them hang their coats, before entering the warehouse.

Derek

".....Look, I just got a call yesterday, telling me I applied for this job, and it will pay me more than I currently make, which is pretty tough considering I just sold 2 leather couches...I'm pretty set for this month....lead salesman last 5 months running actually...."

Mike

"Actually Derek, no you are not salesman of the month. You USED to be salesman of the month, but they fired you right before Christmas, because they didn't want to give you a Christmas bonus...."

Derek's jaw drops in complete shock.

Derek

"Ho.....how.....how did you know....I didn't even tell my wife!...."

Thomas's eyes bulge, but he keeps silent, not wanting to show any weakness in this confusing situation.

Mike

"The same way I know Thomas here, should be looking at 20 years in the military but-rape capital! Hah-hah!....THIS PLACE...."

Mike throws open the door to the warehouse.

Mike

"...is the Hotel California!.....And this is where you're going to work until you're debt has been paid!...."

FAST FORWARD MONTAGE:

Gravy is seen stopping at multiple interstate restrooms, each time shots of him are from inside the van, always grabbing his janitor's cart, and heading inside. Each time he comes back out, unnoticed, with an evil smile on his face. He pops another pill, reacts with a burst of energy. He loads another bowl and smokes it arrogantly, even reacting to someone watching him with anger.

Mick is seen writing notes on a clipboard, watching the nervous employees, he covertly distributes the chemical fluid over the span of 2 hours, using a con-man's slide of hand to momentarily distract the employees in his efforts. Each employee falls for it every time, and Mick completely empties the fluid. Mick even convinces the McDonalds manger to allow him to privately use his office, with the door locked. As soon as the door shuts, Mick opens a vile of white powder, snorting with a freshly unpackaged straw; his burst of energy quickly allows him to place a hidden monitoring device in the vents above the workstation. Mick quickly works the computer tower apart, placing a device straight on the mother board; he puts the tower back together in just enough time to see a REAL McDonalds suit on the security monitor, walking into the front of the store.

Jeremy finishes loading the last train of carts into the Fareway, his spray bottle is now empty, he acts normal around another Fareway employee who is trying not to act as if he doesn't know Jeremy. Jeremy laughs, and trades a made up story about "their boss", the employee plays along, even laughing harder than Jeremy at his story. Jeremy motions he's going to smoke a cigarette, and begins walking away from the store, towards his van. He pulls out a cigarette, placing it in his mouth, he doesn't light it, only smiles to himself walking away. The employee, unsure of Jeremy, watches him walk away before shrugging his shoulders and heads back inside.

Nate is seen handing tickets out to multiple BMW drivers all across the interstate 80. Each time Nate can barely hide his smile with each ticket he hands back to each driver. Nate follows drivers, pulling them over by just seeing what they drive. Not one person is happy, most are pissed enough to yell their feelings towards Nate. Nate can only fight a sly smile.

BACK AT THE WAREHOUSE:

Mike walks ahead of Thomas and Derek, the two stare off in different directions, in complete astonishment at the magnitude of the warehouse, and this companies "toys".

In the parking area, 10 other vehicles set parked, looking brand new, and completely out of place. (Military Hummer, Bluebird School Bus, Semi, Ambulance, FBI Tactical SUV, Cadillac Escalade, Tesla, Moving Truck) Thomas looks and sees another hanger, he catches a glimpse of a tank, and a helicopter, but they are out of view before he can be sure.

Mike

"....So, when the guys get back I'll go ahead and introduce you to everyone at one time, save ya some time. "

Thomas makes eye contact with Christian, as Christian is busy answering some customers concerns about their customer service representative. Christian continues looking at Thomas, as he pretends to care about the customer on the other end of the line. Christian's eyes get wide as they continue to stare down Thomas. Thomas completely unnerved looks to everyone in the room. Everyone setting at different stations, looks to Mike leading the new hires. Carlos is seen prying a bullet out from the engine block with a pair of metal needle nose pliers.

Steve is cackling heavily as he watches cars smashing into each other on different monitors. John ignores typing away; he is deeply engrossed in encrypting a virus to be released whenever someone clicks the refresh button on NPR's website.

Carlos looks from under the hood, seeing Derek and Thomas he calls out:

Carlos

"Freeeeeessssshhh fishy on deck!"

Mike leads Thomas and Derek away from the now cat calls and hoots coming from the warehouse. Mike offers them into the conference room, a darkened room with 3 chairs lit up from underneath the table.

Setting at the table Mike sets across from the two. Thomas is visibly shaken by everything he has seen so far, Derek is completely rattled. Mike sets comfortably and confident across from the two, pushing a button, two empty slots open up on both sides of Mike. Two separate stacks of files come up from the darkness underneath.

Mike

"What we have here...is YOU'RE lives....every second of it up to this point. We have everything. School, girlfriends, email accounts, military service, criminal background, credit score, passports, where you've been on vacations, and all the jobs you've both had in between.....oh and I forgot, all the cons that got you landed right in our crosshairs.."

Derek

"What are you talking about?! I'm not a con-man! I'm a salesman, and a father of two girls!..."

Mike

"Yes, actually you are! You're a con-man because you're selling counterfeit cards as real. I couldn't care less what you did "Wally" to get stuck with us, all I know is you sold a Michael Jordan rookie card to the WRONG family for Christmas. And now BECAUSE of that minor mistake, on YOU'RE part, I am you're new boss.....I mean if....that's a problem, I'm sure you're wife wouldn't want to know, you've been without a job, you've lied about how you're bills are being paid for 6 months now, AND oh yeah...you're a counterfeiter!...

(Mike laughs heartily and stares Derek down with genuine smile, but his eyes show annoyance.)

Derek looks at Thomas. Thomas sets slouched in his chair, with a "what do you want ME to say here?" look. Mike looks to Thomas.

Thomas

"Yeah...yeah...I already know why I'M here...."

Mike

"Well, GOOD! That saves me 5 seconds! Ok, you guys kinda get it now, I'm going to go ahead and let you guys read your files here. I figure you're here, might as well see what we know about you. Couldn't hurt, I mean, it's best to know how much they know about you here....I've got things I need to take care of, so you guys go ahead and read up! You're lives have officially changed!....

Mike gets up with a confident farm-boy swagger, dancing his way to the door quietly singing to himself, "Welcome to the ho-tel California!" Mike opens the door and swaggers out. "Such a LOVELY place....such a lovely face!" The door closes behind him, and Derek and Thomas set unmoving, and silent. Both just looking ahead at the stack with their names on it.

ON THE ROAD:

Gravy is seen driving on the interstate headed back to the shop, his quota is finished, and his eyes are red. The van is smokey, and he drives at the speed limit. A pleasant smile across his face.

Jeremy does another line of white powder. The adrenaline makes him punch the ceiling to the van multiple times; he cranks the stereo and drives erratically. Jeremy gets on his phone and begins texting his bets for that nights games.

Nate passively drives, drinking from the last of a 12 pack, he cruises at the speed limit. Behind him a heavy pack of cars, none is willing to come close to him. His ticket book, empty with nothing but receipts and empty beer cans litter the inside of the cruiser.

Mick is stuck in a moment of panic, realizing a REAL member of McDonald’s corporate team coming into the store. Immediately Mick looks around realizing he is cornered. Jumping up, he opens the door, looking threw the food dispenser he sees the store manager and the suit who can blow his cover coming his way, fast. Mick looks over and sees a fire alarm, pulling it; he grabs his things, along with the security hardware from the private office. Outside the office again, buzzers are flashing, flashing lights are coming from the doors, and everything is covered by the overhead sprayers. Mick moves confidentially out the back door, and straight to his car. Inside the store manager and the corporate suit make their way to the office, only to see their camera hardware is missing. The two come running out the back door just as Mick is pulling onto the road. Mick is soaked and shaking his head in disbelief as he makes his way back to the warehouse. The two McDonalds managers look around in disbelief, looking for the mysterious bald man who was just there and somehow got out with their security footage.

COMMERCIAL BREAK #2

BACK AT THE WAREHOUSE:

Thomas and Derek come out of the conference room in stunned silence, neither saying a word. Their eyes distant, seeing this "company" knows EVERYTHING about them, they are left speechless. Taking this all in, they stand in confused-amazement, looking around the warehouse at everything, their minds beginning to wrap around what they are witnessing.

A wall covered with tools, and painted in white behind them, their outline. They both notice 4 weapons missing from the wall. Carlos has an entire wall of tools, along with an entire bay dedicated to paint curing. Derek walks silently, waving Thomas to follow, another bay they walk into what looks like a TV studio. They both walk around what looks like a news room, a green screen area, and a control room. Each adjoining warehouse has an upper level access area, hallways, and multiple locked doors. The final warehouse they approach is locked, with a giant ominous looking door. They both try to open the door, but it does not budge.

Thomas

"I guess that's the end of the line...."

Mike is in his office, getting dressed for a "suit and tie" event. He looks out of place wearing a suit, but carries himself in a very "James Bond" cool manner, as he prepares himself for the night’s activities. He watches multiple cameras set up recording at his desk.

Jeremy, Gravy, Nate and Mick are all on their way back to the warehouse; unknowingly they are being recorded as they make their trips back. Mike stops for a second to laugh at Mick being completely soaked.

A motion monitor on his desk alerts him to the warehouse garage door opening. He watches as Nate pulls in, parks, and begins cleaning out the police car. Carlos walks up to Nate, they share a silent conversation, as Carlos grabs a handful of ticket receipts and uses them to wipe his hands clean from the oil that stains them.

Thomas and Derek just watch in silence from overhead, looking down on the garage area of the warehouse. Two more garage doors open, and two white vans come screeching into the warehouse. Jeremy is the first to jump out, moving quickly he empties the van, and cleans up any mess he may have left. Gravy sets in the van, taking his time, enjoying a bowl of marijuana; he notices Derek and Thomas watching him.

Gravy sighs, looking up at the newbs, from inside the van, and starts his act as he puts away the paraphernalia. Gravy contorts his face, in a comedic effect, as he begins to get out of the van. Gravy begins walking with a slow limp, he lets his mouth hang open, and a bit of drool begins to hang from his open mouth.

Mike, inside his office, stops fiddling with his tie to watch Gravy limp across the warehouse on a television monitor, a giant smile on his face. Mike comes out of his office, his tie undone, he walks past Derek and Thomas, towards Nate, Jeremy, and Gravy. Derek and Thomas, follow Mike down the steps. Derek has a confused look, as Thomas is now on board, and is excited, he follows Mike in toe.

Mike

"Guys....where's Moby?"

The three look to each other, not knowing what answer Mike is looking for, they can only offer shrugged shoulders. Gravy stares with his mouth open at Thomas. Thomas notices, but tries to act normal.

Mike

"Well, we can start without him....Everyone this is Thomas....this is Derek....That's Carlos, with the grease on his hands. Nate here, is our police officer. Jeremy is Mr. Sunglasses over there. Steve is the old man. John, over there is our hacker, and it looks like he's too busy to introduce himself....oh well...Christian, is our EMT and customer service rep. Annnnd...this is Davey..."

Dave lets drool hang from his mouth. He begins laughing at nothing, staring a hole into Thomas.

Gravy

"Ha-ha, ha-ha.......BOOOOOOM!......ha-ha!"

Thomas looks to Derek, and has a concerned look.

Mike

"Davey here, is Thomas's new partner!....And as for you Derek...."

Just then the garage door opens at bay 2. Mick pulls the brand new Toyota Camry in, and parks. Getting out he passes by the group making their introductions without stopping. Mick heads into a small closet out of view.

Mike

"THIS is Mick.....Mick, this.......ahh....Mick, this is Thomas and Derek. Derek is going to be you're new partner..."

Mick comes out, his arms full; Derek goes to shake Mick's hand. Mick has an extension cord and a small dehumidifier in his hands. Mick stops, looking down at Derek's outstretched hands, then over to a smiling ear to ear Mike, along with Gravy, who is standing with his mouth open, a dead stare in his eyes. Mick and Gravy share eye contact for a moment. Mick looks back down to Derek's outstretched hand.

Mick

"GOD DAMMIT DEREK! Can't you see my hands are full!? C'mon now...WHO hires these guys Mike?..."

Mike covers his face, hiding the smile as Thomas and Derek are completely fooled, and thrown back by this company and now the people they will be working with.

Mick

"C'mon newb...WE got work to do..."

Mick unloads the extension cord and dehumidifier onto Derek's arms. Mick walks as Derek follows close behind, towards the Camry.

Mike leaves Thomas and Gravy standing close to each other, and walks over to Christian. Christian is busy on the headset, but notices Mike fiddling with his tie.

Christian

"I AM sorry to hear that ma'am....I know for a fact that we here at..."

Christian gets up and does Mike's tie for him. He continues talking to the women on the other end of the phone line, as he dusts Mike's tux off. Mike faces Christian, Christian looks Mike up and down, looking for imperfections.

Not seeing any, Christian gives Mike a thumbs up, before launching a nerf football across the warehouse, to a waiting Carlos. Carlos catches on the run, and celebrates.

Steve and Mike make eye contact and Steve quietly get up. Steve grabs his coat, and walks ahead of Mike. John notices, and gets up following Mike in toe.

John

"So...you're seeing....her again?.....Are you going to be coming back tonight?...."

Steve looks back at Mike and they make eye contact. They share a momentary laugh at the kid attempting to be allowed in charge, if Mike and Steve don't make it back by tomorrow. Mike throws on his over jacket on, as Steve throws his on as they walk into the warehouse out of Thomas's sight.

Mike

"John what is nice about being ME....is that I don't have to answer to YOU...Steve, did you grab a couple credit cards? We might be staying overnight...."

Steve

"Of course."

Mike

"Is the chopper fueled?"

Steve just looks at Mike with annoyance.

John follows close behind, asking questions every step of the way, until Carlos has to stop him at the final warehouse door. Steve and Mike walk into the last warehouse, Steve turns back and closes the warehouse door, as John tries to protest. The door slides closed Mike is seen walking towards the helicopter.

Thomas is clearly uncomfortable, by being around Gravy, but extends an olive branch anyway.

Thomas

"Soooo....I guess we're partners?....."Davey" is it?..."

Gravy just stares with his mouth hanging open. A small bit of drool begins to hang from his mouth.

Thomas

"How long have you worked here man?"

From the next warehouse Mick yells, "GOD DAMMIT DEREK!" Thomas reacts, looking over in their direction.

Gravy

"BOOOOOOOOOOM! Hah-hah, hah-hah....."

Thomas jumps at Gravy's response, but can only look at Gravy with confusion.

A buzzer sounds, loud. The whole warehouse goes into a panic, as Thomas and Derek are set on edge, everyone else is completely calm, almost like they don't hear the alarms sounding. Derek tries to ask Mick what is going on, but the warehouse rattles to life. The whole warehouse vibrates, and a loud train like roar is heard coming from the warehouse Mike and Steve disappeared into.

Thomas stops John on his way back into the first warehouse.

Thomas

"What the hell is going on!?"

John

"Mike is using the chopper...."

Thomas

"We have a helicopter?! What the hell for!?"

John

"Tuxedo dinner."

Thomas is completely thrown back by the matter of fact response.

Thomas

"What!? What the hell IS this place!?"

John just seems annoyed by answering all these questions.

John

"It's best if you just DON'T ask questions around here."

The loud train like roar, and the warehouse shakes violently as the chopper lifts off inside the warehouse, and takes off threw a opening in the roof. The vibrating and roar quiets as the helicopter leaves. For a couple of seconds, it's quiet in the warehouse. Thomas and Derek look at each other across the warehouse, they share a "what are we doing here" look. A buzzing comes from the closed warehouse.

Thomas looks to John, wanting to ask another question, John and Thomas share a look, but Thomas decides not to speak up.

Derek is seen watching Mick as Mick sets up the dehumidifier inside the Camry.

Derek

"So....what else are we doing? I mean....ah...is there something else we need to do?..."

Mick

"GOD DAMMIT DEREK! Yeah. Go home."

Derek

"Are you serious? We don't need to do anything else?"

Mick

"This job isn't your typical job.....you get your account, and you do it until the contract is up. We all have different "jobs" here. We all do something different. You'll have your daily duties. Once you get those done, you can go. And since today was you're first day, you don't have to worry about it."

Derek

"Really? This place is so....messed up! What time do we start tomorrow?"

Mick

"Mike will let you know."

Derek

"How many hours a week do you work here."

Mick

"Mike will let you know."

Derek

"WHO would pay for our services!?"

Mick just looks at Derek, not responding.

Derek

"Yeah, God Dammits Derek! I get it. But, I don't actually...why do you....?"

Mick

"Question." (In a mocking tone.)

Derek stops, then starts again.

Derek

"But...."

Mick

"Question." (In the same mocking tone.)

Derek stops this time, wanting to know more, but knowing he won't get anything out of Mick.

Derek

"If we're supposed to be partners, you gotta cut me some slack. I still have NO CLUE of what is going on here. I don't know what I'm supposed to tell my wife it is that i do! You HAD to be like me at some point. Just...give me a bone here man. Give me SOMETHING!"

Mick stops unrolling the extension cord, and sighs. Mike is seen as Mick informs Derek.

Mike is seen sitting in the passenger seat of the helicopter, Steve is piloting.

Mick

"Ok rook, listen up because I'm only going to tell you once. A long, long time ago, our United States government realized there was money to be made by meddling in everything. The local economy. The local infrastructure. Everything. We're talking everything chief..."

Mike is seen getting out of the helicopter, walking away without looking back. Steve lifts back off as Mike is out of range.

Mick

"Our government pays the Feds, and the police to make sure order is kept, right? I'm not asking. So free market principals say "only the strong survive". But here's the kicker...what makes the strong..well...strong?

Derek goes to answer Mick cuts him off.

Mick begins walking away from the Camry; the dehumidifier is turned on low. Derek follows wanting to know everything without having to ask another question.

Mick

"What makes them strong, is that they're willing to do ANYTHING, to survive. And see "crime" or what we know of it is just the poor acting out, right?"

Mike is seen walking in a parking garage filled with expensive vehicles. Mike gets an a elevator, an armed security guard checks his I.D. And radios his superiors, and Mike waits patiently. The security guard gets the confirmation, and then presses a button. They head down to the sub basement; the security guard leads Mike down a dark hallway. Mike has a sinister smile on his face. Mike is led down locked doors, hidden passageways, upstairs, and onto another elevator. Not one word is spoken.

Mick

"Well it's not so much of the poor acting out as it is one rich man going after another rich man. We are here to make sure THEY’RE R&D, they're marketing, and advertising money is all well spent. We're talking a LOT of money here, and that money spent, especially by the BIGGEST companies..."

The elevator takes Mike up to the penthouse. The bell dings, the doors open to an enormous ballroom, and Mike holds up a twenty dollar bill, not looking back, he drops it to the floor and strides out, confidently.

Mick and Derek walk out of the warehouse, and into the office area. Thomas is now listening in and following. Gravy is limping behind, purposely walking slow; he tails the trio, not being noticed.

Mick

"The bigger the company, the deeper the wallet. The deeper the wallet, the dirtier the boss. AC/DC's "Dirty Deeds" song...yeah just think that's us...just not so cheap. It takes a certain amount to keep the dirty deed professionally quiet. You CAN'T let ANYONE know what you do. Because IF you do, then people will KNOW you're government pays just as much to keep things fucked up as they do to keep things working...."

Mike is greeted by powerful CEO's, company presidents, even state representatives all biding for Mike's time. Mike smiles like a salesman, greeting everyone earnestly, all while seeing dollar signs for Dirty Works Inc.

Mick

"And SOMEONE has to get paid for these...dirty deeds. It keeps our good wholesome citizens working....or at least keeping those same good wholesome citizens out of prison. If we keep those same citizens paying their bills, buying more and more crap, using their credit cards, eating unhealthy foods, unemployment stays down, and all these so called "criminals" will get to use their "talents" for the greater good. We keep the system balanced. That's how you should see your new career. Because that's what it is..."

Mike gets up in front of the crowd of seated guests, delivering a powerful presentation. A sales pitch unlike any other, everyone in the room is hanging on his every word. Mike is smiling as he hits home the numbers from his presentation. He sees some in the crowd, not completely believing his words. Mike shows slides of the numbers of insurance payouts, and the gains made by two insurance companies not being forced to pay out for weather related human caused accidents in the Johnson/Lynn counties over the last two years. The non believers can see the effect of buying into Dirty Works services.

Mick, Derek, Thomas, and Gravy walk out of the office, and into the parking lot. Derek and Thomas follow Mick, but Gravy waits near the door rocking on his feet, looking to the sky with wonder.

Mick

"And as far as what you tell people what you do...the boringer the better. Tell them you're a furniture installer. Tell them you're a carpet cleaner. If they don't want to know more, then you're golden. Just remember the key to this job is to never break. Never let out OUR secret. We get paid GOOD MONEY...to do...well..some of the best shit you could ever dream of getting paid to do..."

Mike finishes his speech to a standing ovation. He shakes hands, over and over. Men line up to meet him, some jostle and shove to get closer. Mike smiles like a con-man, basking in the glow of admiration. Mike hands out his card to multiple interested parties. One side of the card, just a number, the other side has a small evil smiley face in the center. A mysterious woman waits for Mike to wrap up, he makes his way over to her. She makes eye contact, smoking a cigarette, she says nothing, but hands Mike a thick envelope. He takes it without having a conversation with her, and walks away.

Mick gets in his brand new all black Honda Ridgeline, the driver window comes down as Derek and Thomas walk up, still listening.

Mick

"Whatever you do, don't fuck this up. There is a LOT of money keeping this job in business. Just remember that next time someone asks you any questions about what you do....some of that money is set aside to keep things....quiet. Don't think this is just a blessing. There is a lot of work involved. And you both, we all fucked up, to the point that we just about threw away whatever crappy lives we thought we had...we all came into the job the same way...just remember the people who keep us employed chose you for a reason...don't let anyone know anything, and don't get caught...you'll end up richer than you ever thought you would..."

Mick takes a hit of marijuana, doesn't offer a hit to Derek or Thomas. A brand new red Mustang comes screeching around the corner, into the parking lot. Derek and Thomas react, Mick ignores and takes another hit.

Derek and Thomas see the driver is a smoking hot female, who looks similar to Megan Fox. Both jaws drop, and they can't stop staring. Mick backs his truck up, and leans out the window.

Thomas

"Is that Gravy's sister?....His mom?.....

Gravy walks up to the girls, limping, with a funny look on his face. She embraces him, and he makes out passionately with her, grinding his groin into hers, then when they stop, he slaps her ass, making her squeal as she gets into the passenger seat.

Mick

"Yeah did I mention don't get caught? Yeah, whatever you do here...don't do that."

With that Mick drives off. Derek and Thomas are left staring at Gravy, who is limping towards the passenger seat. Gravy makes eye contact with Thomas.

Gravy

"Hah-hah, hah-hah, BOOOOOOOOOOM!"

Gravy gets in the Charger, he proceeds to do a burnout in the parking lot before screeching around the corner and out of sight. Derek and Thomas don't move, still staring, confused, they have no answers for today.

Derek

"What…..just…..happened….to…..us?"

Thomas

"…..God Dammit Derek."

Credits (Initial)

P.S. SHOT:

Mike and Steve arrive back at the warehouse very late. Steve doesn't leave, instead plops down on the couch, flipping his cap over his eyes, he begins to attempt sleep.

Mike

"Go home."

Steve

"I am." (From under the cap, he doesn't move.)

Mike heads to his office. Opening the envelope, he empties it's contents in his hand. Out comes a flash drive. Mike plugs the flash drive into his computer. Up come schematics and blueprints, scheduling for deliveries, payrolls, management, locations, company protocols, and passwords. Mike sets back in his chair, hands over his bald head; he laughs unsure how to take this in.

The camera slowly pans around to the computer monitor. Only the logo is decipherable. The Chicago Bears.

Screen goes black.

Mike

"Welcome to the ho-tel California...."

Credits (Extended)

With Credits shot:

3:00 am

Warehouse

Steve sets smoking a cigarette on the couch, he watches the late night news.

"...police are still issuing "no comment" on last nights late police chase that left 5 police vehicles destroyed, and no arrests made.....Citizens are being warned of what is being labeled as "extreme flu like symptoms" from a local grocery store, that and more information on food taintage from a local McDonalds, that left customers with extreme diaria....after the break...."

Steve takes a hit from the cigarette and cackles. Shutting off the television, the room and screen go black.

END