Kirk Carter@ Chew Bear Productions@ Copyright 2014
BRAIN HARVEST (10)
Honey Money
Int: Tulane Medical School-Professor Tisdales Class 2: 45 P.M.
Professor Tisdale doing comparisons of hormones
"...and so the Adrenal Corticotrophic hormone...ACTH stimulates the adrenal cortex...that relationship between the ACTH and the corticoids is analogous to that which occurs between TCH and thyroid hormones...now a fall in the corticoid levels of the blood below that required of the body causes what to happen?"
Anyone care to answer...wait, how about you Sydney...being so quiet today, soaking in all that fresh material...try being a little productive today shall we?"
Sydney
"It causes the levels of corticoid to raise production!"
Tisdale
And too high corticoid inhibits ACTH production which allows for...let's see, oh yes Brian...please fill us in?"
Brian
"Ah...corticoid to drop?"
Tisdale
"And do you know any other factors which alter ACTH production?"
Brian
"Why are you picking on me all a sudden...ah, ah stress?"
Tisdale
"Stress is exactly right...I'm impressed with both of you, I now pronounce you doctors...not really of course...but it's a start!"
(Class bell ringing, doors unlocking)
Tisdale
"All right terms due on Friday, be careful out there..."
(Scene Switch)
Brian and Sydney heading out to Jeep
Brian
"Boy, she's a lot of fun!"
Sydney
"Like getting your teeth pulled or a q-tip shoved up your wienie!"
Brian
"Ouch, fuck they do that?"
Sydney
"To horses, saw this stable girl do it one time...had to ask if she was enjoying herself?"
Brian
"What she say?"
Sydney
"She was pretending it was her ex-boyfriend!"
Brian
"Might have been..."
Sydney
"What...the horse...your sick Brian but I Love you anyway!"
Brian
"Guess we'll never know...was wondering where we could cash these checks we got?"
Sydney
"Yea, where do you cash a ten thousand dollar check without raising some eyebrows?"
Brian
"Guess I could just deposit them like nothing special going on here...just mark them student loan or something."
Sydney
"Yea, it's weird posting, some India Pharma thing on a B.O.A bank draft, the whole thing is screwy, with an office in New Orleans, what the shit?"
Brian
Yea, it got me to thinking, what was that for exactly, seems like a whole lot of money for the 3 crazy's we picked up the other night?
Sydney
"I'm thinking it was the "pick a part" deal Tyrone had set up from our...excuse my French...departed gay buddy, ha, ha, ha, ha!"
Brian
"Even with that, it was a death, I mean the dude expired, croaked...right there in front of us...maybe it's hush money or something...20 grand is 20 grand...
Sydney
"When you call Tyrone ask him if he can rewrite those into a couple of checks, smaller denominations?"
Brian
"Yea, I'll do that...the whole thing is just so weird?"
(15 minutes later)
Stopping at the Time Saver, he calls Tyrone on his trusty pay-phone.
Brian
"Hey bro, what's up?"
Tyrone
"Bout time you called...look man I fucked up last night, giving you all them checks, they be for somebody else!"
Brian
"Say not...you did...I wonder hmm, I wonder who they could be for...any ideas?"
Tyrone
"It's none of your damn business who they were for, just bring the fuckers back, you hear me?"
Brian
"Well then, what if I told you we already cashed them and spent it on hookers?"
Tyrone
"I'll hook you, I'll hook you in the ass and drag you behind my truck till they ain't nothing left but your ball sack just flapping in the wind!"
Brian
"Sounds painful, well anyway...we didn't cash them, figured something must have been up, I'll drop 'em by when I...wait, are we doing a pick-up tonight?"
Tyrone
"Bring me those checks, I need 'em!"
Brian
"I'll bring them by when I do the drop off, say the usual...10:30?"
Tyrone
"Man, really...you gonna do me like that?"
Brian
"I got your checks, I'll see you tonight, byeee!"
(Two Hours Later)
(Scene Switch)
Brian and Sydney driving up Elysian Fields Avenue looking for a hot candidate.
Brian
"Lot of people milling about, but nobody is sticking out...it's almost like you can smell them with your sight!"
Sydney
"When in doubt...in this area, hit Luigi's..."
Brian
"What's the big deal with Luigi's?"
Sydney
"It's a babe magnet, got a descent pool hall next door with cheap suds, and the university is right across the street if we get desperate...plus, nobody knows us over here...maybe they'll even cash my check!"
Brian looking disgusted
Sydney
"Just kidding man, boy...this is a tough audience!"
(Scene Switch)
Jeep pulls up to Luigi's
Brian and Sydney just staring, watching patrons through window
Brian
"Wow, look at all these people...that line...so what kind of sandwich did you want?"
Sydney
Let's split a Muffalata, got the olive loaf salad going, ham, little cheese...one of those guys will feed both of us!"
Going in, they sneak over to the side of the line and flag down the manager, a pretty girl about 25 years old, long brassy hair.
Manager
"May I help you?"
Brian
"We called in an order earlier and we'd like to pick up!"
Manager
"Name, what did you order?"
Brian
"Ah Sherman, Bob Sherman, for a Muffalata..."
Manager
"Hmm, I'm not showing any order for a Sherman, but if you want, I could make one up for you?"
Brian
"I'll bet you could..."
Manager
"Excuse me?"
Brian
"Nothing, you just look like a great sandwich, I mean I'll bet you can make a great sandwich...ah, yes that would be great, just one please!"
Manager blushing
"Let me get that for you right away Mister Sherman, just one right?"
Sydney
"Very pretty, but she's not your type!"
Brian
"Whatta you mean?"
Sydney
"She's too sweet and wholesome...a girl like that would drive you insane!"
Brian
"Hey, you think she would be a good candidate...for a take in?"
Sydney
"Shit, she'd see you blowing smoke a mile away..."
Brian
"Okay, fuck it...how about a date night?
Sydney
"Just the opposite...she'd be bored to death with you in two seconds!"
Brian
"Wouldn't hurt to check her out?"
Sydney
"I don't care what you do...we have business to conduct, we do have a curfew with Tyrone, we really don't have time for your romantic bullshit..."
Brian
I'll flash these ten g's and she'll come running..."
Sydney
"She'll go running away, she's not a hooker...she manages this place, she'll flash you 10 g's back...I mean really, there's a bad sitcom developing somewhere in this exchange, I see date night going into he toilet!"
Brian
"Why are you so negative...I don't get you?"
Sydney
"A roll in the hay, as a bullet come your way?"
Manager walking back up.
"Okay, here you go sir, would you like a drink or something?"
Brian
"No, I'm good, but I'd like your name?"
Manager smiling
"Paula..."
Brian
"I'm Brian..."
(Cringing as he realizes he just gave his real name)
Paula
"Are you all right, I thought you said you were Bob Sherman?
Brian
"Nickname, Brian...Bob...Brian Sherman, Bob Sherman kind of a mood thing...get like that when I'm hungry!"
Paula
"Okay, that will come to $6.52 cents."
Brian
"How long have you been working here?"
Paula
"About six months..."
Brian
"Damn, and you already went to manager?"
Paula
"I'm getting my MBA soon, and I have already minored in restaurant/ hotel management...so they're pretty much getting a deal on me..."
Brian
"Your just a good deal...ah...I'm stumbling here, would you be up for a little dinner and dance?"
Paula blushing
Kinda busy, but here...give me a call, check back with me this weekend...never know, you might get lucky!"
Brian
"I think I already am, I mean could be, probably are..."
Paula
"Don't be a stranger!"
Brain
"No way, later..."
(Scene Switch)
Back on road heading down Haynes Boulevard north
Sydney
"Thought you two were going to get married and have sex right there!"
Brian
"No, I don't like to rush things...I want a formal planned wedding, big event, bands playing, pulling out all the stops..."
Sydney
"Have you picked out your dress, you'd look just dreamy in gold...little frills around the collar?"
Brian
"Just stop it, you know I like blue...asshole...plan your own wedding..."
Sydney
"Well, there's no clubs down here, I don't see anything...just the Lakefront Airport..."
(They both look at each other)
Brian
"Where the upscale avaunt-garde park their beautiful flying machines, their Lears and Grummans get a good nights sleep...never know who you might find in a place like this?"
Sydney
"People Love their privacy, that's why this place is so popular..."
Brian
"Until assholes like us barge in..."
Sydney
"Excuse me, mind if I use your brain for a day or two?"
Brian
"It is just a loaner...
Sydney
"Promise, you won't remember a thing...
(Both Laughing)
(Scene Switch)
Going into passengers lounge, there is a variety of people, trying to get a buzz before taking off, just arriving, and some waiting for arrivals.
Brian and Sydney walk up to bar.
Bartender
"May I help you?"
Brian
"Get us a couple of Turkeys and the same on the draft."
Bartender
"Sure thing!"
Walking over to empty table, sitting down.
Two guys at adjacent table, with a bunch of empty glasses, drunk, arguing to each other about upcoming football game.
Yelling Man #1
"You don't know shit about Dallas, we gonna stomp your ass!"
Yelling Man #2
"I find people like you in my stool...can't tell the difference shit is shit...you asshole, Saints gonna do a dance on your grave, you one dead Cowboy fuck-up!"
#1
"You'll see...you gonna be weeping on Sunday!"
Brian to Sydney
"Oh man, this is too perfect...look put some hooch in your glass, I'll put some in mine, we walk over, set our glasses down next to theirs and start a little chit-chat and walk off, we order a couple more drinks, let them consume the hooch and ask them if they want to take a walk, ride, a song and dance...they'll be game for damn near anything at this point.
Sydney
"Let's say...we invite them out to look at the our classic plane or something?"
Brian
"At that point we just need point A to Point B them to the Jeep, you hear?"
Sydney quickly finishes a good bit of his Wild Turkey, then pouring some Shroom elixir into his glass, Brian doing the same, then going to the bar and ordering some more drinks, they meet as the welcome wagon.
Brian
"Hey guys, what you two arguing about them Cowboys and them Saints...I tell you what you need to watch out for, and that's them Giants, we're gonna step on both of you wanna-be's.
Yelling Man #1
"Who's calling who a wanna be, you one of them New York pinheads coming down here to start some shit?"
Brian
"I didn't say nothing that wasn't the truth...and that my friend was already decided by the NFL owners meeting last spring...there's too much money in the game now...they can't afford to not know who's going to win, you know that?"
Sydney
"Just like in the Wide world of Wrestling, all fixed.
Brian yelling at Sydney, both of them planting their drinks down next to the patrons.
Turning around, walking back to their table.
Brian turning to guys
"Sorry to burst your bubble there!"
Brian and Sydney both sitting back down and waiting for effects to kick in.
Yelling duo have already saw the drinks, not thinking where they came from, just started to indulging.
Sydney
"San Diego was suppose to be the Cinderella team this year...are is it Chicago...I wish I knew, cause the sports books know it's all in the plays..."
Brian
"That's complete bullshit, cause you know it's in the officiating.
Guys yelling from next table
"Both of you idiots are crack pots, you don't know what the hell your talking about...fixed games...right!"
Brian already seeing their eyes dilate a bit, as they start seeing colors and movement Brian
"Okay, give it about another five minutes and we can invite them out to look at our plane..."
Sydney
"Where is this plane at?"
Brian
"You mean, you didn't see it coming in?
Sydney
"Too facetious, quit playing with my head..."
Brian
"Yes almighty one!"
Standing up, Brian and Sydney just walk up to the two guys and do a mock make-up.
Brian
"Hey guys, I'm Mark and this is James, we apologize for the breakdown earlier, don't mind us...hey you want to see a classic plane we brought in while ago.
Man #1
"That's okay, but you can't be stepping on people's toes...boy am I getting tipsy, yea!"
Sydney to Brian
"What classic plane...what the hell are you talking about?"
Brian to Sydney
"Don't worry, they have a couple of old planes out there, we point to one of them and hopefully this shit will have kicked in...we escort them to the Jeep, cool?"
Sydney
"Cool..."
Man #2
"I think you guys have had way too much to drink...I think that, I really do...uh ha, yep...tooo much!"
Brian
"Your probably right, any colors come to mind...hey let's go get some fresh air, come on...you don't want to miss the fresh air!
Sydney
"Oh, and you'll just dig this classic plane.
All four going outside along the sidewalk they walked down to where all the classic planes are all parked.
Brian picking one at random
"Well, there she is, did a lot of work on this one, yep."
Both guys just staring with fuzzy vision at the plane, the elixir starts to kick in.
Guy #1
"What are the odds of this?"
Brian
"I'm sorry, am I missing something?"
Guy #2
"What Jeb was trying to say is what are the possibilities, the odds man, the odds...oh boy...that Jeb would have a plane just like yours...that's crazy man?"
Sydney slapping Brian's arm
"Great going smuck, of all the planes, you had to pick his...now what?"
Brian back to Sydney
"Just wait a second, look at their eyes...staring to roll back a little there...see?"
Sydney
"I'll have to admit, that shit is pretty cool, get's right in there and starts fucking with that nerve dude.
Brian
"Hey, so we both have something in common with planes, but let me invite you over to the boathouse, I think I owe you guys a barbecue...anybody hungry?"
Guy #1
"I could eat, but then I could run, I can't fly right now, my eyes are numb...what a bitch, heh heh, heh, but it doesn't matter...what were you saying...who are you anyway?"
Guy #2
"I could eat barbecue, drink some beer maybe, but I really want to look at the sky and see if I can see any of those satellites...they got to be up there somewhere...little bastards!
Brian
"Hey, that's a great idea, I have a marvelous view of the stars over at my boathouse...come on, we'll take my Jeep!
The elixir completely kicked in, probably because of all the booze they had consumed earlier.
They quietly got into the back seat of the Jeep and Brian drove them off without a peep!
(20 Minutes Later)
Pulling into Tyrone's driveway just about 10:30, Tyrone already sitting on porch smoking a cigarette, he jumps up.
Brian
"Hey, Chief Crouton what be going on with the Bouillabaisse, any cooking goin on?"
Tyrone
"You got them checks?"
Brian
"We've got two checks and (opening door)... two who wish to check-in masseur...shall we RSVP or can we save the formalities and just welcome them as they are?"
Tyrone laughing
"Brian, your just a sick puppy man...if you weren't so twisted, I call the dog catcher and have you picked up for being rabid...I swear...yea, come on, let's bring 'em in!
(Scene Switch)
Across the street, New Orleans Police surveillance has spotted the red Jeep and has called it in.
Officer Klein
"This is Jericho One to Klondike, do you copy, 10-4?"
Agent Davis
"Affirmative, what's up, 10-4?"
Klein
"Well, the suspect red Jeep has approached and parked at suspects 10-20, did you wish to apprehend or just take notes, 10-4?"
Agent Davis
"For starters, see if you can figure out what they're doing over there, run some video and two, get me a tag number off that vehicle, something's fishy about that vehicle...just can't quite put my finger on it, 10-4?"
Klein
"Right away sir, get back to you asap, Jericho One out!"
Agent Davis
"That's affirmative Klondike 10-6...and standing by!
(Scene Close)
Brian
"Yea, I'll do that...the whole thing is just so weird?"
(15 minutes later)
Stopping at the Time Saver, he calls Tyrone on his trusty pay-phone.
Brian
"Hey bro, what's up?"
Tyrone
"Bout time you called...look man I fucked up last night, giving you all them checks, they be for somebody else!"
Brian
"Say not...you did...I wonder hmm, I wonder who they could be for...any ideas?"
Tyrone
"It's none of your damn business who they were for, just bring the fuckers back, you hear me?"
Brian
"Well then, what if I told you we already cashed them and spent it on hookers?"
Tyrone
"I'll hook you, I'll hook you in the ass and drag you behind my truck till they ain't nothing left but your ball sack just flapping in the wind!"
Brian
"Sounds painful, well anyway...we didn't cash them, figured something must have been up, I'll drop 'em by when I...wait, are we doing a pick-up tonight?"
Tyrone
"Bring me those checks, I need 'em!"
Brian
"I'll bring them by when I do the drop off, say the usual...10:30?"
Tyrone
"Man, really...you gonna do me like that?"
Brian
"I got your checks, I'll see you tonight, byeee!"
(Two Hours Later)
(Scene Switch)
Brian and Sydney driving up Elysian Fields Avenue looking for a hot candidate.
Brian
"Lot of people milling about, but nobody is sticking out...it's almost like you can smell them with your sight!"
Sydney
"When in doubt...in this area, hit Luigi's..."
Brian
"What's the big deal with Luigi's?"
Sydney
"It's a babe magnet, got a descent pool hall next door with cheap suds, and the university is right across the street if we get desperate...plus, nobody knows us over here...maybe they'll even cash my check!"
Brian looking disgusted
Sydney
"Just kidding man, boy...this is a tough audience!"
(Scene Switch)
Jeep pulls up to Luigi's
Brian and Sydney just staring, watching patrons through window
Brian
"Wow, look at all these people...that line...so what kind of sandwich did you want?"
Sydney
Let's split a Muffalata, got the olive loaf salad going, ham, little cheese...one of those guys will feed both of us!"
Going in, they sneak over to the side of the line and flag down the manager, a pretty girl about 25 years old, long brassy hair.
Manager
"May I help you?"
Brian
"We called in an order earlier and we'd like to pick up!"
Manager
"Name, what did you order?"
Brian
"Ah Sherman, Bob Sherman, for a Muffalata..."
Manager
"Hmm, I'm not showing any order for a Sherman, but if you want, I could make one up for you?"
Brian
"I'll bet you could..."
Manager
"Excuse me?"
Brian
"Nothing, you just look like a great sandwich, I mean I'll bet you can make a great sandwich...ah, yes that would be great, just one please!"
Manager blushing
"Let me get that for you right away Mister Sherman, just one right?"
Sydney
"Very pretty, but she's not your type!"
Brian
"Whatta you mean?"
Sydney
"She's too sweet and wholesome...a girl like that would drive you insane!"
Brian
"Hey, you think she would be a good candidate...for a take in?"
Sydney
"Shit, she'd see you blowing smoke a mile away..."
Brian
"Okay, fuck it...how about a date night?
Sydney
"Just the opposite...she'd be bored to death with you in two seconds!"
Brian
"Wouldn't hurt to check her out?"
Sydney
"I don't care what you do...we have business to conduct, we do have a curfew with Tyrone, we really don't have time for your romantic bullshit..."
Brian
I'll flash these ten g's and she'll come running..."
Sydney
"She'll go running away, she's not a hooker...she manages this place, she'll flash you 10 g's back...I mean really, there's a bad sitcom developing somewhere in this exchange, I see date night going into he toilet!"
Brian
"Why are you so negative...I don't get you?"
Sydney
"A roll in the hay, as a bullet come your way?"
Manager walking back up.
"Okay, here you go sir, would you like a drink or something?"
Brian
"No, I'm good, but I'd like your name?"
Manager smiling
"Paula..."
Brian
"I'm Brian..."
(Cringing as he realizes he just gave his real name)
Paula
"Are you all right, I thought you said you were Bob Sherman?
Brian
"Nickname, Brian...Bob...Brian Sherman, Bob Sherman kind of a mood thing...get like that when I'm hungry!"
Paula
"Okay, that will come to $6.52 cents."
Brian
"How long have you been working here?"
Paula
"About six months..."
Brian
"Damn, and you already went to manager?"
Paula
"I'm getting my MBA soon, and I have already minored in restaurant/ hotel management...so they're pretty much getting a deal on me..."
Brian
"Your just a good deal...ah...I'm stumbling here, would you be up for a little dinner and dance?"
Paula blushing
Kinda busy, but here...give me a call, check back with me this weekend...never know, you might get lucky!"
Brian
"I think I already am, I mean could be, probably are..."
Paula
"Don't be a stranger!"
Brain
"No way, later..."
(Scene Switch)
Back on road heading down Haynes Boulevard north
Sydney
"Thought you two were going to get married and have sex right there!"
Brian
"No, I don't like to rush things...I want a formal planned wedding, big event, bands playing, pulling out all the stops..."
Sydney
"Have you picked out your dress, you'd look just dreamy in gold...little frills around the collar?"
Brian
"Just stop it, you know I like blue...asshole...plan your own wedding..."
Sydney
"Well, there's no clubs down here, I don't see anything...just the Lakefront Airport..."
(They both look at each other)
Brian
"Where the upscale avaunt-garde park their beautiful flying machines, their Lears and Grummans get a good nights sleep...never know who you might find in a place like this?"
Sydney
"People Love their privacy, that's why this place is so popular..."
Brian
"Until assholes like us barge in..."
Sydney
"Excuse me, mind if I use your brain for a day or two?"
Brian
"It is just a loaner...
Sydney
"Promise, you won't remember a thing...
(Both Laughing)
(Scene Switch)
Going into passengers lounge, there is a variety of people, trying to get a buzz before taking off, just arriving, and some waiting for arrivals.
Brian and Sydney walk up to bar.
Bartender
"May I help you?"
Brian
"Get us a couple of Turkeys and the same on the draft."
Bartender
"Sure thing!"
Walking over to empty table, sitting down.
Two guys at adjacent table, with a bunch of empty glasses, drunk, arguing to each other about upcoming football game.
Yelling Man #1
"You don't know shit about Dallas, we gonna stomp your ass!"
Yelling Man #2
"I find people like you in my stool...can't tell the difference shit is shit...you asshole, Saints gonna do a dance on your grave, you one dead Cowboy fuck-up!"
#1
"You'll see...you gonna be weeping on Sunday!"
Brian to Sydney
"Oh man, this is too perfect...look put some hooch in your glass, I'll put some in mine, we walk over, set our glasses down next to theirs and start a little chit-chat and walk off, we order a couple more drinks, let them consume the hooch and ask them if they want to take a walk, ride, a song and dance...they'll be game for damn near anything at this point.
Sydney
"Let's say...we invite them out to look at the our classic plane or something?"
Brian
"At that point we just need point A to Point B them to the Jeep, you hear?"
Sydney quickly finishes a good bit of his Wild Turkey, then pouring some Shroom elixir into his glass, Brian doing the same, then going to the bar and ordering some more drinks, they meet as the welcome wagon.
Brian
"Hey guys, what you two arguing about them Cowboys and them Saints...I tell you what you need to watch out for, and that's them Giants, we're gonna step on both of you wanna-be's.
Yelling Man #1
"Who's calling who a wanna be, you one of them New York pinheads coming down here to start some shit?"
Brian
"I didn't say nothing that wasn't the truth...and that my friend was already decided by the NFL owners meeting last spring...there's too much money in the game now...they can't afford to not know who's going to win, you know that?"
Sydney
"Just like in the Wide world of Wrestling, all fixed.
Brian yelling at Sydney, both of them planting their drinks down next to the patrons.
Turning around, walking back to their table.
Brian turning to guys
"Sorry to burst your bubble there!"
Brian and Sydney both sitting back down and waiting for effects to kick in.
Yelling duo have already saw the drinks, not thinking where they came from, just started to indulging.
Sydney
"San Diego was suppose to be the Cinderella team this year...are is it Chicago...I wish I knew, cause the sports books know it's all in the plays..."
Brian
"That's complete bullshit, cause you know it's in the officiating.
Guys yelling from next table
"Both of you idiots are crack pots, you don't know what the hell your talking about...fixed games...right!"
Brian already seeing their eyes dilate a bit, as they start seeing colors and movement Brian
"Okay, give it about another five minutes and we can invite them out to look at our plane..."
Sydney
"Where is this plane at?"
Brian
"You mean, you didn't see it coming in?
Sydney
"Too facetious, quit playing with my head..."
Brian
"Yes almighty one!"
Standing up, Brian and Sydney just walk up to the two guys and do a mock make-up.
Brian
"Hey guys, I'm Mark and this is James, we apologize for the breakdown earlier, don't mind us...hey you want to see a classic plane we brought in while ago.
Man #1
"That's okay, but you can't be stepping on people's toes...boy am I getting tipsy, yea!"
Sydney to Brian
"What classic plane...what the hell are you talking about?"
Brian to Sydney
"Don't worry, they have a couple of old planes out there, we point to one of them and hopefully this shit will have kicked in...we escort them to the Jeep, cool?"
Sydney
"Cool..."
Man #2
"I think you guys have had way too much to drink...I think that, I really do...uh ha, yep...tooo much!"
Brian
"Your probably right, any colors come to mind...hey let's go get some fresh air, come on...you don't want to miss the fresh air!
Sydney
"Oh, and you'll just dig this classic plane.
All four going outside along the sidewalk they walked down to where all the classic planes are all parked.
Brian picking one at random
"Well, there she is, did a lot of work on this one, yep."
Both guys just staring with fuzzy vision at the plane, the elixir starts to kick in.
Guy #1
"What are the odds of this?"
Brian
"I'm sorry, am I missing something?"
Guy #2
"What Jeb was trying to say is what are the possibilities, the odds man, the odds...oh boy...that Jeb would have a plane just like yours...that's crazy man?"
Sydney slapping Brian's arm
"Great going smuck, of all the planes, you had to pick his...now what?"
Brian back to Sydney
"Just wait a second, look at their eyes...staring to roll back a little there...see?"
Sydney
"I'll have to admit, that shit is pretty cool, get's right in there and starts fucking with that nerve dude.
Brian
"Hey, so we both have something in common with planes, but let me invite you over to the boathouse, I think I owe you guys a barbecue...anybody hungry?"
Guy #1
"I could eat, but then I could run, I can't fly right now, my eyes are numb...what a bitch, heh heh, heh, but it doesn't matter...what were you saying...who are you anyway?"
Guy #2
"I could eat barbecue, drink some beer maybe, but I really want to look at the sky and see if I can see any of those satellites...they got to be up there somewhere...little bastards!
Brian
"Hey, that's a great idea, I have a marvelous view of the stars over at my boathouse...come on, we'll take my Jeep!
The elixir completely kicked in, probably because of all the booze they had consumed earlier.
They quietly got into the back seat of the Jeep and Brian drove them off without a peep!
(20 Minutes Later)
Pulling into Tyrone's driveway just about 10:30, Tyrone already sitting on porch smoking a cigarette, he jumps up.
Brian
"Hey, Chief Crouton what be going on with the Bouillabaisse, any cooking goin on?"
Tyrone
"You got them checks?"
Brian
"We've got two checks and (opening door)... two who wish to check-in masseur...shall we RSVP or can we save the formalities and just welcome them as they are?"
Tyrone laughing
"Brian, your just a sick puppy man...if you weren't so twisted, I call the dog catcher and have you picked up for being rabid...I swear...yea, come on, let's bring 'em in!
(Scene Switch)
Across the street, New Orleans Police surveillance has spotted the red Jeep and has called it in.
Officer Klein
"This is Jericho One to Klondike, do you copy, 10-4?"
Agent Davis
"Affirmative, what's up, 10-4?"
Klein
"Well, the suspect red Jeep has approached and parked at suspects 10-20, did you wish to apprehend or just take notes, 10-4?"
Agent Davis
"For starters, see if you can figure out what they're doing over there, run some video and two, get me a tag number off that vehicle, something's fishy about that vehicle...just can't quite put my finger on it, 10-4?"
Klein
"Right away sir, get back to you asap, Jericho One out!"
Agent Davis
"That's affirmative Klondike 10-6...and standing by!
(Scene Close)
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