Thursday Night Meltdown February 12th 2009

[Dalton]

I was slightly dissappointed that Mainer didnt remember me enough to at least have me walk out with them...

[jonnyomega]

Ah balls, I fell asleep and didn't send my stuff to Spade.

[Jack Jefferson]

I got booted off a train at Oxenholme cos I was on the wrong one. My train didn't stop at Oxenholme so I had to wait 2 nd a half hours for my train to arrive. When I got to Carlisle we only had time to eat before going straight to see Jimmy Carr. That's how I missed the show >_<

[jonnyomega]

A big thank you goes out to Jonny #1 for squeezing my segments into the show.

[Jake Steele]

Awesome segments Hughes.

[jonnyomega]

Thanks buddy.

[Scott Andrews]

OK. So I finally got my computer back. Too bad it was a day late...

Anyway, here's my segments, and I hope due to the circumstances they can count towards calcs.

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Segment: Mob Relations | Part One | The Chase

(Credit: Scott Andrews)

It was a cool, winter night. The housing projects were asleep while the rest of the city bustled with night life. I had been following a mob member for the past few days in order to get a lead on where my father’s killer was. I figured he’d show me the way, or at least throw me a bone; anything.

He begins walking inside a club; to be more precise, a casino club. This is definitely a mob spot. I can sense the hostility in the bouncers without even coming in their immediate vicinity; two nasty looking big guys with shaved heads. Fuck it.

I carry my bat under my trench coat and walk up to the door.[/color]

Bouncer: Vere do you sink jou’re going?

I don’t have time for this. I pull out my bat and swing hard at his head. It’s not long before the other runs at me, but after a sloppy right hook he falls to a bat in the ribs. All of a sudden they don’t seem so scary.

I walk in and suddenly I notice the room is tinted red. There’s amazing furniture that probably cost an arm and a leg; I can see why people get into drug dealing and casino fraud...

I make my way over to the bar. Everyone is looking at me and taking glances. I know I don’t fit in but this is too much. I sit down on a stool; I need a drink.[/color]

Scott:[/color] I’ll have a pint of your tap beer, thanks.

Bartender: Zat’ll be ten dollars, plz.

Must be a high rollers club; either that or a really good beer.

I stick out like a sore thumb. My black trench coat is a tad too casual compared to everyone walking around in suits, but that doesn’t matter, I just need to find out who killed my father.

I scull the rest of my beer and wipe my mouth before heading towards the casino lobby. The amount of large Russian men here with beautiful women hanging to their sides is overly disturbing. I see something that catches my eye; the guy I followed here is talking to someone who looks like he’s quite high up in this place, maybe even the owner or mob boss. I take a few steps before...[/color]

*WHACK!*

I guess the guards recovered...[/color]

Fade Out.

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Segment: Mob Relations | Part 2 | The Truth

(Credit: Scott Andrews)

I wake up in a damp, dimly lit room. I’m tied down to a table by my hands and feet; this is fucking weird.

As soon as I look to the side I see a group of mobsters in suits standing outside talking to one another, but they eventually settle and come inside. One of them, with short black hair and quite a nice moustache, approaches me.[/color]

Mobster Boss: Zo, vhat makes jou sink jou can come in here and pranz around like jou own za place? Huh?!

Say it, don’t spray it...[/color]

Scott: I just wanted some strippers and a hotdog, man.

He hits me so hard it feels like my nose is broken.

Mobster Boss: Do not play zilly games wiv me you pig dog. Jou are trespassing on MY property! Vhy are jou here!

I wanna have more fun with this guy, but I don’t want to push my luck.

Scott: Your mob killed my father.

Mobster Boss: MY Mob? Jou must be joking, ve only run casinos.

Scott: That’s exactly why you killed him; he owed you money for gambling debt.

Mobster Boss: Look, vee may have enemies who owe us money, but vee would never kill zem. We may scare zem, but never kill. Vee have others to do that for us.

I wanted to leap from these shackles and tear his head off. I try and struggle out of complete and utter rage, but the bindings are far too tight to budge.[/color]

Mobster Boss: Fiesty one, huh, boys?

His pack of four goons chuckle to themselves. What assholes; they’ll get theirs soon enough.[/color]

Scott: Who’s the man in green?!

Mobster Boss: I have no idea who jou are talking about.

Scott: The hit-man you scored, he was wearing a green long sleeve and green pants; I saw the security camera footage. WHO IS HE?!

Mobster Boss: If I told jou, I’d have to kill jou.

Scott: TELL ME!

Mobster Boss: No.

He pulls out a large pistol and points it to my chest.[/color]

*BANG*

Fade Out.

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Segment: Mob Relations | Part 3 | The Escape

(Credit: Scott Andrews)

The tranquiliser hit me pretty hard; I’m still drowsy as I awaken. The cell I’m sitting in is covered in moss and reeks of condensation. Must be under the building; wouldn’t be surprised.

I need to find a way out of here; fast. I hit up the guard.[/color]

Scott: Hey, do you think I could use my phone call?

Guard: Ziss is not jail, hot shot. Jou don’t get any phone calls.

He gets close enough so I can grab him and I punch through the hole in the bars, knocking him unconscious. I grab the dropped keys and unlock my cell door. Lucy sits on the ground next to me; can’t forget her.

I look everywhere for a way out when finally I see what looks to be a man hole exit. I begin running towards it until I come to an intersection of running sewage water; that’s where we are; we’re under the island city. How the hell am I gonna get over this thing?[/color]

Voice: Oi! Jou! Stop right zere!

Naturally I do the opposite and run for my life. I hear shots fire past me, but I’ve got so much adrenaline I just run faster and faster and take one big leap right over the sewer drain onto the next bit of concrete. I keep at it until I reach the man hole. I begin pushing the rest of the steel lid off the roof so I can get out. Shots rebound off the wall behind me and I know they’re getting closer. I finally get it off. Thank fuck.

I scurry out of there as fast as I can go and by some strange coincidence I end up right across the road from my Mustang. I fumble for my keys but eventually get the right one and open my door. I’m getting the fuck out of here. I’m glad they didn’t kill me; I don’t want any of this to be in vain.[/color]

Fade Out.

[Jake Steele]

Real interesting segments, Scottie. I really want to see what this all leads to.

[The Senator]

Consider those entered into the calcs:)