Sebastian Duke, with Silas as his passenger, continues to fail to get the old Chevy truck to fire up. The cops burst through the back door of the garage. Duke is trying to get the truck started. The engine turns and turns…
A cop reaches through the opened driver side window and grabs Sebastian by the shirt just as ol’ Bertha roars to life.
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Hold on!”
Duke slams the truck in gear and hammers the gas. The truck lurches forward and busts through the closed garage door. The cop quickly loses his grip on Dukes shirt as the truck leaves without him.
Once clear of the debris, Duke whips the wheel to the left and accelerates down the driveway, making sure he navigates around and through various law enforcement vehicles. Duke suddenly brings the truck to a stop where the gates used to be.
SILAS: “The fuck you stopping for?”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Hit play.”
SILAS: “What?”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “On the CD player. Hit play. Go to number four.”
Silas hits play. Duke takes off down the road to the left.
SILAS: “Oh my fucking God! What the hell is this?”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: "If we're gonna run from the law, may as well have a little fun with it!”
Silas laughs a little. The cops are gaining on them.
SILAS: “Why’d we take this thing, anyhow? You had three damn near brand new Suburbans!”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “This thing is better in the woods and mud.”
SILAS: “You’re going to destroy this thing!”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “That’s why I bought it!”
SILAS: “You bought it to destroy it?”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “I bought it off my brother to finish destroying it.
“Then rebuild it.”
SILAS: "You have a brother?"
SEBASTIAN DUKE: "Yeah. He doesn't live my lifestyle though."
Duke looks into the rear-view mirror and notices the police lights not far behind him as Bad Boys continues to blast through the speakers.
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “You don’t know any mechanics do you?”
SILAS: “……..”
Duke slows the truck and lets the cops catch up, then he floors it and the truck zooms way ahead. Just ahead is a car in the middle of the road. Looks to be an unmarked Mercury Marauder. Another police car. Duke plows forward through it, taking the front clip of the car with him.
SILAS: "Holy shit! I didn't even see that car!"
SEBASTIAN DUKE: "Probably driven by a cunt!"
Duke, yet again, navigates the old truck far ahead of the oncoming police vehicles.
SEBASTIAN DUKE: "Hold on!"
SILAS: "For wha..... ohhhhh shit!"
Duke never gets to answer Silas as he nails the brake and whips the wheel to the left turning the truck in a wheel screeching 180 turning them back in the direction of the cops. He floors the truck and they lurch forward. Up ahead, the police screech to a halt turning 90 degrees presumable stopping Duke from going any further.
SILAS: "Shit! Now what?"
SEBASTIAN DUKE: "Ahhh. No worries man! I know these woods like the back of my hand."
Duke hit’s the knob to kill the headlights, then whips the truck to the right down the old dirt road that leads to the lake on his property.
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Goin’ in blind! Shits gonna be bumpy!”
SILAS: “How the fuck we gonna see!?”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Don't have to see. Just have to know whats here. I got this!”
Duke comes to the tree line and slows the truck down. He navigates flawlessly through the trees for what seems like hours. As they roll over the numerous bumps, stumps and brush, they can hear the unmistakable sound of something banging and sliding around in the bed of the truck.
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Find out what the fuck that is!”
Silas opens the rear sliding window and pokes half his body through as he tries to see what the hell is banging around. He comes back in the window and shuts it.
SILAS: “Um…. It’s the guillotine blade. Hey, there‘s a cooler back here.”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Ha! Shit! They definitely can’t catch us now! I don’t know how to explain that blade away.”
Duke looks in the mirror again and no police lights are evident. He reaches the clearing in the woods. From here its smooth sailing all the way to the lake. He guns the accelerator and hit’s the lights.
They pull up to the lake side and Duke kills the engine. They exit the truck. Duke goes to the one side of the truck and lifts out the cooler. He walks back to the front and slides the cooler up on the hood. Duke jumps up on the hood and rests his feet on the front bumper. Silas follows the ‘Leader.’
Duke reaches back and pops open the cooler. He reaches in and pulls out two bottles of Budweiser. He hands one to Silas.
SILAS: “You got a big ol’ beat up truck. You got a cooler of beer in the bed. We just went 4 wheeling, well sort of. You really are a fuckin’ redneck!”
They pop the tops and both take long gulps of ice cold beer.
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Ya know, I used to cut promos out here.”
SILAS: “Yeah, I remember that.”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “You didn’t think I walked my big ass all the way out here do you? Fuck no! I drove this truck out here, cut the promo, then sat out here and got drunk.”
SILAS: “Alone?”
Duke takes another swig from his bottle and nods at Silas.
SILAS: “You really do lead a sad, miserable existence, don’t you?”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Naaah. Its not that. It’s just that, I can’t really do this with the Brothers and as far as regular everyday people… I just don’t trust any of ‘em.”
Silas pulls out a cigarette and fires it up.
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “What kind?”
SILAS: “Marlboro Red.”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Hand me one.”
SILAS: “I didn’t know you smoked.”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Its been a rough night. I wonder whats going on at the Compound.”
SILAS: “Shit got pretty fucking serious!”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Yeah, I never had a chance to tell them to co-operate.”
SILAS: “I don’t understand, though. What’s with the DEA?”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Yeah, that don’t make sense at all.”
SILAS: “Someone had to have tipped them off.”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “About what? We don’t participate in drugs or things of that nature.”
SILAS: “Someone orchestrated that. Who could’ve done it?”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Jonathan. Had to be.”
SILAS: “Couldn’t be. He’s been locked up the last couple weeks. He’s had no way to contact the outside world.”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “He also had no idea when we were going to kill him.”
They both take deep drags on their cigarettes and another swallow of beer. Duke reaches into the cooler for another round for the both of them.
SILAS: “The Pope. What about him?”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Nah. He don’t have balls big enough to insert himself directly into this shit! That’s why he sent Jonathan to infiltrate.”
They talk, smoke and drink the night away as the scene fades out.
Tuesday, March 26, 2013 - 7:56 AM EST
The scene opens up and Duke is sprawled out over the hood of the truck. His legs hanging over the fender. Silas is out cold in the cab. Sebastian is awakened by the sound of his cell phone ringing and ringing. Not having the ability to figure out exactly what he’s doing or where he’s at, he finally finds his phone in his pocket. He pulls it out and holds it up to his ear.
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Helloo….
“Hello?”
He obviously missed the call. He lays the phone down on the hood beside him and tries to sit up, but fails.
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Ahh! Fuck! SILAS!”
Duke bangs on the windshield with his hand, scaring the hell out of Silas. Silas pokes his head up. He opens the driver side door and crawls out of the cab spilling onto the ground.
SILAS: “Whaaat the fuuuuck? I feel I’m like your age or something, Duke.”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Fuck you, Silas. I’m only 30. Silas, I can’t get up.”
SILAS: “Just roll.”
Duke tries to roll and fails.
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Yeah, I need your help.”
SILAS: “30... Yeah right!”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Just help me fuck head!”
Silas gets to his feet and grabs Dukes ankle and pulls. Duke slides off the hood of the truck and hit’s the ground with a thud. His legs didn’t exactly break his fall. Duke sits on his knees on the ground. His phone starts ringing again. Without having to be asked, Silas grabs Dukes phone and hands it to Duke. He notices its Asmodeus and hits speaker.
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Whats up?”
ASMODEUS: “Where are you?”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “The lake.”
ASMODEUS: “You need to come back.”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “What the hell happened?”
ASMODEUS: “It was a big mistake. A misunderstanding.”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “How so?”
ASMODEUS: “Listen, Sebastian. Just come back. Agent Carter is here and he’s waiting to talk to you.”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Alright. Give us like twenty minutes.”
ASMODEUS: “See you then.”
Duke ends the call.
SILAS: “Twenty minutes? It’s like a mile away.”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Yeah, but it might take me that long to get to my feet.”
Silas helps Sebastian to his feet and they both stagger toward the truck as the scene fades out.
"Mark fucking Flynn! I heard you out there whining, which is typical for those unfamiliar with Mark Flynn. He's out there whining that Sebastian Duke has yet to give him the time of day. Thing is, Flynn, you should know by now, I take my time and do what I want when I want. Nothing an no one will ever change that.
"I work at my own pace and do what I do regardless of who my opponent is on any given day in the XWF.
"Oh how the mighty have fallen! See Flynn has been out and about telling anyone who cares to listen to him, which by the way, isn't very many, that Sebastian Duke fears Mark Flynn.
"Yeah, Mark. I'm scared. I'm so scared that not only will I defeat you, I may end your career that you've made for yourself while piling up victories over rookies, which by the way, is the same thing you accuse me of.
"Joking aside, not the Mark Flynn joke. No, that joke will continue on.
"I saw that you were gracious and giving enough to run down a short list of my recent victories. Allow me to return the favor. See, Flynn, I've watched every move you have made since January 30 and learned how to defeat you. And defeat you, I will, Mark. It's not arrogance, or over confidence. No, its not anything like that Mark. Its just that I watch you compete and I notice you have got to be one of the luckiest sumbitches I've ever witnessed! Right place, right time... right?
"Back to that list. January 30. The one night tournament. As fate would have it, you never had to get in the ring with me. You did however go toe to toe with great names like Michael James... its like that guy never showed up or something. Benjamin Crane? Yeah. Been there. Defeated that. Mr. Satellite? A man with one arm. Good job, kiddo. Bet you're proud of that one. Angelus? You mean the same Angelus that couldn't put me down and had to have outside help?
"See, Flynn. Facts are facts. The only reason you hold that fuckin' title, is because you got lucky and didn't have to face me in the finals!
"February 6. Cassius Stonne. Pretty forgettable name, right? Hey, by the way. Is that guy still around? Easy win anyhow.
"One of my personal favorites. February 14. The night you teamed with Boomhauer and my partner was Angelus. In case you forgot, I won that match. That was the first time I showed my superiority of you and Boomhauer.
"What else? Yeah, a full four weeks of opponents no one will ever remember like World 1 International and Crimson Cobra. By the way, Dakota, how's that wheel of yours?
"Oh! Here we go! Just last week on Shove It! The second time, if I may remind you, I showed my superiority over you yet again. Yeah you bring up the fact I got disqualified. Actually, let me correct that. I was disqualified twice, but the Black Circle reigned supreme at the end of the day.
"By the way, XWFers, get used to that picture from now on. With Sebastian Duke in the Black Circle, we will show our superiority week after week.
"Flynn, the moral of the story here is, in your two battles that had the Angel of fucking Darkness on the opposite side of the ring, you, my little friend, are 0 and 2.
"Zip. Zilch. None. Zero. Nein!
"Why would you or anyone else expect Sunday night to be any different? You've met your fucking match, Mark Flynn. I'm glad you've kept my title warm for me. Your time is up. Sunday night at Gauntlet City, that United States title you're holding comes home to where it rightfully belongs. To the Angel of Darkness, Sebastian Duke!
"It is true that I'm in the gauntlet. It is also true that I'm in that Trio title match. Flynn, my focus though, is you. I'm going to end you and shut your fucking mouth. You can continue to focus on becoming the King of the XWF, because me? I'm only worried about proving that I am the King of Mark fucking Flynn. I'll do that Sunday night when I make you tap the fuck out!
"Trust me."
Tuesday, March 26, 2013 - 8:23 AM EST
Sebastian steers the old truck through the destroyed front gates of his once secure estate. He rolls up the drive and comes to a stop at the front of the Compound. Duke kills the engine and he and Silas kind of roll out of the cab. They are welcomed inside by numerous Brothers, including Jacob who has marks remaining on his neck from Jonathan choking him with the shackles.
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “You alright, Jake?”
JACOB: “Yes, sir.”
Sebastian notices the despondent tone in his voice.
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Let me get this agent on his way, and we’ll talk later.”
JACOB: “Yes, sir.”
Asmodeus exit’s the library.
ASMODEUS: “Sebastian, he’s in here.”
Asmodeus re-enters the library. Sebastian isn’t too far behind. He kind of limps into the room and Agent Carter is there to greet him in the sitting area.
AGENT CARTER: “Mr. Duke. I’m Special Agent John Carter, Federal Drug Enforcement Agency. Rough night, sir?”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Pretty rough for you and your men also, I assume”
AGENT CARTER: “Ha! I’d say that’s a safe bet, Mr. Duke.”
The two men shake hands and both sit in chairs. Duke kind of falls into his.
AGENT CARTER: “So, let me start off by saying, I apologize for all of this.”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “I’d really like to know what gives you and your men the right to invade my property like you did and cause all the hysterics and chaos!”
AGENT CARTER: “Again, I apologize Mr. Duke…”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Sebastian…”
AGENT CARTER: “Sebastian… The Connecticut State Police received a tip, believed genuine, that the people here were part of large Meth operation. They contacted my agency, we believed it was genuine as well.”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “So, is that supposed to make everything ok? I mean, you guys stormed onto protected property. Destroyed my electric fence. Destroyed my front gates. Destroyed the door to my garage.
“I should be calling my attorney and suing both the DEA and the State Police!”
AGENT CARTER: “That’s why I’m here, Sebastian. I could have just left and allowed you to sue. What I want to tell you is that my agency is prepared to repair all damages to your property.”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “I want the garage door I crushed fixed too.”
AGENT CARTER: “You did that on your own. However, you wouldn’t have felt the need to do that, had we not been here.
“Consider it done.”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “I’d appreciate it.”
AGENT CARTER: “There is something bugging me though. Why did you run?”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “I have my reasons.”
AGENT CARTER: “No doubt you do. When my agents search the home they went to your basement. Can you explain the torture devices and the jail cells?”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Simple. During the American Revolution this place was held by the British then retaken in a massacre by the Colonials. Back then, the entire basement was full of cells, I assume for prisoners of war.
“As far as the torture devices, those were here when I inherited the place. I couldn’t tell you whether or not they were ever used.”
AGENT CARTER: “Sounds legitimate, I guess.”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Just so you know, that ground your agents fired into…”
AGENT CARTER: “What about it?”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “It’s sacred. Its hallowed ground, Agent Carter. Hundreds, if not, thousands of Revolutionary soldiers are buried on this property. Your men desecrated that.”
AGENT CARTER: “Oh. I was truly unaware of that. Listen, I’ll let you get back to your lives. You’ll be hearing from my office concerning the repairs.”
Agent Carter stands and shakes Dukes hand. Duke stands and escorts him out. As they reach the front doors, Agent Carter turns to face Duke.
AGENT CARTER: “Mr. Duke, there is just one thing I forgot to ask.”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “What is it?”
AGENT CARTER: “That guillotine. What exactly was its purpose?
“Before you answer that question, let me tell you what I do know. It is covered in blood. Most likely human. So, don’t lie to me.”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Its ceremonial. I’m the head of a very secret society, Agent Carter. Centuries ago, it was used by my organization. For the termination of those that committed traitorous acts.”
AGENT CARTER: “How do you take care of those types now, Mr. Duke?”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Kind of like a church. They get excommunicated.”
AGENT CARTER: “That ceremony that was underway last night when we arrived? What was that about?”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Like I said, the guillotine in now strictly ceremonial. It’s bladeless as you can tell. It was an initiation ceremony.”
AGENT CARTER: “I see. Alright then. I accomplished what I set out to do, so, I’ll be on my way.”
Duke and the agent shake hands one final time before the agent finally leaves. Duke turns toward the hallway and the door slams behind him. Silas meets him down the hall and they enter the library. They sit, as the often do when they talk. Jacob enters the room just as they get set to speak.
SILAS: “What’s next?”
JACOB: “Jonathan! That’s what!”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “Jacob. I promised you’d get your revenge. You need to trust me that you will.”
JACOB: “Oh, I trust it! We need to get after him! And soon!”
SEBASTIAN DUKE: “We will, but Jacob, we have to take a step back here!”
JACOB: “For what!?”
SILAS: “First of all we really have no idea where he is or where he’s headed. I imagine he’ll lay low for at least a little bit before he tries to strike again.”
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