Narrative: The great thing about bein' double-crossed, is that ya' trust nobody, even the people ya' thought ya' could, and the people ya' probably should.

-Setting: We see JERSEY leaving a cheap motel room, with the light of dawn just creeping over the building. JERSEY walks down the stairs to the ground floor, enters a vehicle, gray Chevy something-or-other, and drives off. JERSEY's face is intense, and he leaves the motel, careful not to breaki any speed limits. A black Cadillac car leaves the motel, following JERSEY.-

-JERSEY drives for about a half-mile, before noticing that he has picked up a new friend. His new friend doesn't know how to follow well, since they are right on JERSEY's tail, following his every move.-

JERSEY: Do they got white-walls on their tires?

-JERSEY asks himself this, then, makes a sharp turn onto a narrow city street, and looks at the followers' tires in the rear-veiw mirror as they turn.-

JERSEY: No white-walls. Damn. Wish they were cops. Now I got head-hunters on me. At least they look like ameturs.

-JERSEY punches the gas pedal for a few seconds. As the other car does the same,
JERSEY slams on the emergency brake, and the following car rear-ends JERSEY's. JERSEY jumps out of his car, unhurt, and with a tire iron at hand. He walks up to the tinted driver-side window, and smashes it in. JERSEY then grabs the driver, yanks him out of the car, and proceeds to open the door, and sticks the drivers' head next to the door frame.-

JERSEY: Get out of the fuckin' car, or I'll squish this prats' head like a Goddamn melon!

-The passenger from the Caddie comes out, one hand up, the other to his hurting neck. JERSEY presses the trunk release bnutton in the Caddie.-

JERSEY: In the trunk. Now!

-The passenger looks like he might not comply, then thinks otherwise, and gets into the trunk.-

PASSENGER: How am I gonna breath in there?

JERSEY: I'm rather hopin' ya' don't, but if ya' can, make it a hobby of yer's.

JERSEY slams the driver that he was holding into the car, then slams the trunk onto the passenger. JERSEY then takes the driver side seat-belt, and wraps it around the drivers neck. He then closes the door. The driver, still breathing, struggles.

JERSEY: Hey, asshole, we're gonna play a game. It's called '20 questions'. If ya' don't answer correctly, I'm gonna go faster. Catch my drift?

DRIVER: No, oh no. Please, God, no.

JERSEY: Then ya' better start talkin'.

DRIVER: But they'll kill me.

JERSEY: And what do I look like to ya', a jolly German jumpin' bean?

DRIVER: Look, man, all I know is that we were suppose to grab you and bring you in.

JERSEY: Really?

-JERSEY climbs into the driver seat through the broken window, and slowly accelerates. The DRIVER starts getting a little frantic.-

JERSEY: Who wants me, and where's the address?

DRIVER: Oh god! Oh god! Some guy named Lil' Moe, down by the East Docks! I swear, that's all I know.

-JERSEY accelerates just a little bit faster.-

JERSEY: That's all?

-The DRIVER makes little gurgling noises, and nods his head frantically. JERSEY pulls out a knife, and cuts the seat-belt, and slightly opens the door. The DRIVER rolls off onto the street, and JERSEY heads, with the front smashed Caddie, to the East Docks.

-To Be Continued-

02/18/2002

Posted on 02/18/2002
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