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JackCain · (07-17-2017)

**The camera fades up to a modern office interior. It's shrouded in darkness after being locked up for the evening. Faint noises are heard the other side of an expensive teak door. A quiet scream is heard, and several thuds, getting louder by the second. More noises are heard, that sound like furniture being rearranged. Scratching is then heard, like a key fumbling in a lock. Suddenly, a woman, battered, bloody and bruised almost falls through the door, keys in hand. She gets to her feet and slams it shut behind her, twisting the catch to lock it. She falls on her backside, and scrabbles across the carpet like a terrified spider, her eyes never leaving the only entrance to the room shes just sealed herself into.

For a moment, silence.

Then the lock explodes in a shower of white hot metal and splintered wood. Jack Cain boots the wooden barrier aside, watching it crumple to the floor as the woman retreats further. He carries a SPAS-12 pump action shotgun in his right hand. Cain stalks her from across the room. She reaches into a drawer from the desk where she's crawled to removing a snubnose .22 revolver. She aims at Cain but before she can squeeze the trigger, his heavy boot kicks it out of her hands, sending it spinning across the plush carpet, with now carries flecks of the woman's blood and dying embers from the obliterated door. Cain advances to the woman with angry intent**

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How ya doin' Vera? Long time no speak. Kids OK? Oh no, that's right you ain't got any kids - at least, not any more.

That was you, you fucking bastard?

Who else do you think was gonna leave your little Danny's body in his bedroom and his head in the toilet? And let's not talk about little Veronica's "OD" shall we? Enough snow up her nose to go on a skiing vacation wasn't there? Who the fuck do ya think put it there.

You FUCK!

Yeah I am. And a nasty one at that. And now I'm here for you Vera. And you know why that is don't ya? It's about Janet Paulson.

Who the fuck is that?

Oh come on - you don't know? You should.

How am I supposed to know some bitch friend of yours?

Oh I didn't know her Vera. But I know her mom. And she was the one who called me when Janet didn't come home last week. And you know why she didn't come home Vera? Because of you.

What the fuck did I have to do with her?

Because Veronica was one of her "friends" - and I use that fuckin' term loosely - who told her that maybe she could earn some extra money on the side.

What? Oh shit...

Shit is right Vera. I never pegged you for one'a these scumbags who pimps kids around - but I guess whatever makes some green, right?

It wasn't like that Cain.

Wasn't it? Janet's friends with your junkie daughter, and then she goes missing. Some coincidence. Especially when the girl needs some money because your daughter stole some from her to buy blow.

You can't prove that.

Can. And have. Seen the text messages. I'm not some fuckin' caveman - ol' Jack is part of the iPhone generation - so I know your Veronica fessed up to takin' the money because "she was desperate for a fix", and Janet felt sorry for her. But when Veronica offered to get her money back, she didn't think she'd be passed around like a piece of meat, did she?

I can explain...

The fuck you can. And I know Danny was right at the front of the queue to take the first ride. You give him family discount Vera? Was it 10% off?

This is all a big mistake.

No it fuckin' ain't. Your junkie daughter stole some cash from an innocent girl - offered to give it to her back, tricked her into turnin' up at one'a your brothels, and you took the money from her "work" - and your fuckin' bastard son had a go too.

She didn't do anythin' she didn't wanna...

Didn't she?

**Cain fishes into his pocket and brings out a smartphone. He dials the voicemail and puts it on speaker. A frightened young girl's voice pierces the atmosphere.**

Mom? It's... Janet. Mom... I'm scared... I don;t know where I am... I don't know what's going to happen... I have to ... do things to these men.... They keep me tied to a radiator... then every night.. these men come... and... it's horrible mom... I just wanted to get the money back I gave to Veronica because I knew you'd be mad I'd let her have that much... but I just wanna come home mom...

That's it. Her mom spend two days tryna find her before they fished her out of the dock.

What the fuck does that have to do with me?

Who's DNA d'ya think was found in her? Wasn't a giant step from your blue eyed boy to get to you and your history of gettin' girls to drop their panties Vera.

You can't prove that.

Do I look like a man that needs proof?

So you're gonna shoot me? Wow Cain, you're losing your touch.

Nah Vera, I ain't gonna shoot ya. I'm gonna teach ya a lesson. See? You're all about control. Who's in charge - all that shit. That's you ain't it?

**Strapping the shotgun over his back, Cain walks over to the discarded revolver, and shakes the chamber open, letting the shells drop into his free hand. He walks over to the window and opens it, dropping them 30 storeys down. He then bolts the window shut and knocks on the glass with his knuckles**

Bulletproof glass Vera? Kinda hopin' so.

**Cain walks over to the woman and grabs her by her hair, then hurls her into the glass, which doesn't buckle. She crumples to the floor and screams in agony. Cain turns to the camera**

See Thaddeus, this is a lesson for you too. I read what you said about me - made me think you ain't takin' me seriously kid.

You look like you're overlookin' me?

It wouldn't be the first time someone's done that. Wouldn't be the first time they were wrong either.

All I hear is that you should still have the X-Treme title.

Well that's fine kid, real good.

But that ain't the issue here is it. The issue, is me.

Now I know you're a big shot. I get that. But all I ask, is don't underestimate me, y'know?

A lotta people do that - and they get hurt Thad. They really get hurt.

Neville Sinclair cheated his way past me, and now he's got glass so far wedged into his head double glazin' salesmen want to put a skylight in his skull.

Peter Gilmour underestimated me, and now he's pissin' more blood than a Wes Craven movie.

Doc D'Ville - fair play to him - gave me a good pastin', but he's still got a ringin' in his head after where I clocked him.

Then add to that list Ultimate, Obsidian Air, all the other jokers who turned up took me on, then ended up disappearin'

Ask Thomas Nixon's little friend Brock Lesnar. Last time I saw that much vomit was when I watched Late Night with James Corden.

So don't take me lightly Thad. I really don't mind if you win, y'know? It ain't important to me, King of the Ring. It's just a symbol - a material thing.

You go for it.

You get it, fair play.

Me? I just wanna push your eyeballs through your head and piss in the holes - is that so bad?

Why can I do that Thad? Well, I got some inspiration from your little mantra for that.

Better than You?

Well, how about this?

**Cain picks up the woman and bashes her head against the glass again. The pane shakes but doesn't break**

Vera here? She knows how it works. What does she say to all those girls she puts through the ringer?

"I'm better than you."

That's how it works ain't it? Bein' better than you.

Only I'm different.

I'm bigger than you.

**He smacks the woman's head against the glass again. The frame shakes but the glass doesn't break**

I'm stronger than you.

**He repeats the action and the frame begins to wobble. The woman is now near unconcious and begs Cain to stop**

Is that how she begged Vera? That how she screamed. You wanna know why I'm glad this was bulletproof glass? Cos I can bash you into it and it won't break. But what it will do is bend the frame. So instead of me smashin' your head in, I'm gonna let the pavement do it. You just gotta travel about 50 feet first.

**The woman screams as Cain pitches her into the window again, this time the frame shudders and breaks, with the woman hurtling through the window and down to the street below, screaming as she goes**

See Thad - just like Vera - however good you are, however you try - you'll always meet someone who goes that little bit further.

Cos while you might be better than me - that's fine.

Cos just like Vera, I'm badder than you.

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