Post by Vice Squad on Jan 19, 2013 15:57:42 GMT -5
OOC- Sorry, I've had most of this written for a couple days but haven't been able to post it.
EDIT: Sorry, I've just realised that some of the formatting of coloured text is a little off but please bear with it
The Vice Squad logo flashes onto the middle of the screen as the familiar cop siren jingle accompanies it. The voices of Lance and Hank can be heard,
Hank: What are we gonna do today Lance?
Lance: The same thing we do every weekend Hank.. Kick ass in NAW!
The jingle continues as the logo fades out and the scene fades in. As the scene becomes fully visible the jingle stops.
Saturday 12th, 10:31 AM
Lance's custom-built single swingers pad
Miami Beach
Florida
We are inside the custom built luxury apartment of Vice Squad member Lance Carter. As usual he isn't home alone and his mullet headed partner, Hank Sharpe joins him inside the living room. Inside the room the T.V is cranked up all the way to "11" as both guys sit watching the tube. It is a typical weekend morning and both of the guys are off case and enjoying some quality time doing nothing away from the stress of the streets. As the buzz of the TV echoes around the room, Lance is busy trying to eat a whole family pack of popcorn to himself. He puts the bag down in defeat and finishes eating before he stretches his arms up in the air, with relaxation.
Lance: Hank, for the last time and by the power of greyskull, no matter how many times you watch it, they are not going to thank you...
Hank, with the remote control in his hand flicks the rewind button as the images fly by backwards. He hits the play button and the video plays as it was intended to. The screen shows footage from one of the recent prestigious music ceremonies from Hanks hometown of New York City. Up on the stage, at the moment is the Vice Squads favourite band Duran Duran who are receiving a lifetime achievement award.
Simon Le Bon: I would like to take this time to thank you all... God... Jesus H Christ... Err my agent... My Asian friends... The record company... our fans... And err...
Hank: Come on Simon, say it, say The Vice Squad!
Simon Le Bon: ...And of course, the two people I must thank the most... With out their help we wouldn't be here today. This is dedicated to my two favourite guys... Max and Paddy, my body Guards. God bless you all. And if I have forgot anyone well you mustn't be important enough!
The audience at Radio Music Hall, NYC laugh and applaud and Hank hits the eject button. The picture fades off and the tape ejects from the VCR.
Hank: Simon, you lying son of a Beach Boy!
Lance: Hey, Hank calm down a little. That's like the 22nd...
Hank: 23rd
Lance: 23rd time that you have watched that footage and I seriously doubt it's ever going to change. They probably didn't thank us with it being unofficial duty and not wanting the media to get involved. Anyway to do one nice 180 turnaround, I have some huge news to tell you about how we are going to reach the next level in sports entertainment...
Before Lance can finish what he is saying the ringing of the telephone interrupts him,
Bbbbbbrrrrrring...
Bbbbbbrrrrrring...
Bbbbbbrrrrrring...
Bbbbbbrrrrrring...
Hank: You want to get that buddy?
Lance: You're the closest…
Hank: So I am...
Hank swings his body around and sits up from his slumped out position. He picks up the phone and cross's his legs. He wedges the phone between his chin and his shoulders and rolls up each sleeve before taking the Phone in his hand.
Hank: Hello...? Hello...? Anyone there?
The other end of the phone is silent until a familiar voice is heard...
Familiar voice: Hank, can you hear me?
On the other end of the phone is Hanks old NYC Cop partner, Kenny "Shaky" Jake. Its been a few years now since they last spoke but they are still as close as when they where both still rookies in the NYPD.
Jake: Hank...
Jake's voice is very low and wobbly. It seems that he has been crying and is still sobbing now.
Jake: ...Hank... you still there?
Hank: Yeah... Hey Jake, great to hea.... Err, you all right buddy? Buddy?
Jake: Hank...
Jake lets out a small whimper and begins to sob louder,
Jake: It's Ed... He's... he's...
Hank: What Jake! Get a grip, what is he?
Jake: He's... Sorry Hank...
Hank: What!?!
Jake: He's DEAD!
A quick burst of dramatic music plays...
Hank stands still, frozen to the spot, unable to move. Lance looks at him and knows straight away that something isn't right. Hank can still hear Jake on the phone crying.
Hank: ...What?!
Jake: He was shot during a drug bust... His funeral is tomorrow. Can you make it?
Hank: Who did it? Jake, damn it, who did it? Who?! Who?!
Hank, not waiting for the answer because he is almost certain he already knows who did it, drops the phone and falls to his knees. He pulls out his wallet from his suit pocket and flicks through a line of photos. Flicking past photos of Hank dressed in a football uniform, baseball gear, his snazzy suit and a picture of the time Lance and Hank dressed as woman for charity he comes to the final photo. Revealing his last day in NYC, the photo shows the whole squad together. Many faces remain but a few have crosses over their heads. Hank pulls out a biro and scribbles a 'X' over the face of Ed Roland, his old police chief. He looks to Lance with a tear in his eye and punches the nearby beanbag. He looks up and screams at the top of his lungs.
Hank: Nooooooooooo!
Lance: And this time it's personal...
The Vice squad logo spins in and out of the screen in the first ever Vice Squad tearjerker moment.
Sunday 13th, 5:50 PM
The Eternal Rest Burial Grounds
Upstate New York City
'Don't You Forget About Me' by Simple Minds plays as a browning leaf from the late summer day is gently floating through the sky. A slight breeze is carrying it as it continues to float down towards the ground. It begins to drop at an ever-decreasing speed as it gently lands in the hands of Hank Sharpe. Today sees the final journey of his old Police Chief and everyone who knew him has came to pay their last respects.
"Won't you come see about me,
I'll be alone, dancing --- you know it will be me,
Tell me your troubles and doubts,
Giving me everything inside and out,
Love's strange --- so real in the dark,
Think of the tender things,
That we were working on,
Slow change may pull us apart,
When the light gets into your heart ,
Baby, Don't you, forget about me,
Don't , don't , don't , don't,
Don't you, forget about me"
Eight large men carry a rather large coffin along past the entrance of the church. They walk along the grass and stop just before the large grave that the people have come and gathered around. The coffin is very slowly lowered into the ground as people begin to weep. A plate on the coffin reads simply "THE CHIEF". Both Hank and Lance dressed in different black suits, a change from the normal blue and white suits, stand side by side as the coffin reaches the bottom with a gentle thud.
Vicar: We are gathered here today to say our final goodbye to Edward Ronald Roland. A beloved father, husband, friend and I have been told that he was a damn good police chief too. Edward was a man who lived for others and he would love to see you all happy today as you say your final goodbyes. In his will he said he wanted to be remembered by three words. Cold, hard, justice.
Amongst the tears and the heartache of the moment both Lance and Hank raise a final smile for the old chief. Knowing that crime never sleeps and in honour of Ed they quickly turn to walk away from the grave, a level of revenge building up inside Hank.
Hank: Well, I can't believe that he is gone but I guess I'll have to live with it. We all have to go someday. You know Lance, he was more than just a boss, he was a dear friend and my mentor. I can't rest... Not while his killer is still free. I know revenge isn't usually in our blood but I'll make an exception this time for old Ed. I'll do anything for a man whom saved my life many times.
Lance: Time to roll...
The black Ferrari Spyder is waiting for them as it looks oddly out of place amongst the hearses and limos in the graveyard. The neon green racing stripe glistens in the sun. Lance jumps in as Hank takes the door. Lance begins to start up the engine as Hank messes around with CD player. Lance puts his foot down on the gas as Hank begins to play a bit of Queen for his departed buddy.
"Another one bites the dust, another one bites the dust,
And another one gone, and another one gone, another one bites the dust,
Hey, I'm gonna get you too, another one bites the dust."
Hank: This was Ed's favourite song...
Lance: I guess it was his turn to finally bite the dust...
They both laugh knowing that the joke was in good spirits.
Hank: We shouldn't laugh but I know that he's looking down on us and is having a good chuckle. I can still hear him shouting, 'Hank, you baboon!' every time I dropped my gun on his foot in field training.
Lance: Yeah from the sounds of him it seems that along with Perry they could strike fear into the hearts of the toughest cop or coldest crook.
Hank: You know yesterday back at your place when you mentioned something about reaching the next league in wrestling, what were you going to say?
Lance: What you talkin' 'bout Hank?
Hank laughs to himself.
Hank: Cheap way to cheer me up... Still, what's the answer?
The final echoes of Freddie Mercury's vocal ends and Soft Cells 'Tainted Love' begins to play as Lance pulls out a pair of shades from the glove box and places them on his forehead.
Lance: Well a few days ago I got word from NAW HQ that our Tag Titles match is now with The Black Circle Boys..
Hank: Hot damn! That's bigger than Den Perrys' belly! If we can win those titles and defeat the Black Circle Boys in the process not only we will be the best cops in America, we’ll also be the Tag Team Champions and be able to exact some revenge for our dear buddy Jimmy..
Lance: You're right there and what's more it's on the first edition of Meltdown. The main event I hasten to add.
Hank: What better way to kick off the new show than a good ol’ 80’s beating and the best tag team in NAW being crowned the inaugural Tag Team Champs.
Lance: Yeah man that would be great. We’ve had the last couple weeks off work back in Miami so we should be 100% fighting fit and in with a huge chance... We have beat them twice before now, we’ll just have to go the hatrick.
Hank: I can’t wait to get my hands on them.. What they did to Jimmy was inexcusable, we shouldn’t have let him out there..
Lance: He wanted to be out there Hank.. It’s the BCB who shouldn’t have put their damn hands on him..
Hank: We will have our revenge. It could be a hard fight though, they stand a chance.
Lance: Surely you don’t mean that!
Hank: They don’t, I'm just playing.. and don't call me Shirley.
Lance: Yes Shirley.
Hank: Very funny...
Lance: Can't beat the classics can you Mrs. temple?
Hank: Mrs. temple?
Lance: Yes, Shirley Temple.
Hank: The Black Circle Boys… they’re going down quicker than a 2 dollar hooker….
Sunday 7th, 11:02 PM
'Okay Coral' 3 Dollar, All you can eat buffet
Outside New York
Several hours later and under the cover of darkness, Lance pulls the Spyder into an empty lot behind the 'Okay Coral' 3 dollar all you can eat, to quote the sign buffet. Standing, huddled in the shadows in is 'Shaky' Jake. Both Lance and Hank get out to greet him as he looks around him.
Jake: Hey guys quickly follow me. We have little time. It looks like I may be next in line for the chop. Come inside and I'll explain what has happened.
All three men enter the building via a backdoor entrance and walk down a narrow corridor that leads down into a basement under the building.
Hank: You mean we weren't really going to a buffet. What a let down!
Lance: Yeah, I could go for a few cocktail wieners. Thinking about it, I could also do with a few cocktails...
: Ditto. You're damn right Skippy.
Jake leads them down a small flight of stairs into the basement. The place is dark except for a low light in the corner. The basement is full of odds and ends... boxes of certain types of food, an old and very rusty oven cooker and, oddly enough, a mattress to name a few things. Jake takes them over to a single table in the corner of the basement, where the light is pouring through a small, cracked window.
Jake: Guys don't worry about your food. You are free to sample the buffet after I brief you, as I fear for my life but you guys are fine at the moment... only a few guys know that you are back in New York. You will need plenty of energy for tonight...
Lance: Whoa, whoa, whoa sweet child of mine... Slow it down and take it from the top. I want to know what happened to Hank and your old chief and who is responsible.
Jake: Listen closely as I only have time to say this once. Six days ago we got a huge tip off from a reliable source that there was going to be a huge exchange of cocaine down by the docks. We didn't know at the time but it was all a set up. It turned out that our source was at gunpoint and forced to give a false address. The real drop off happened elsewhere but we still ended up checking out the phoney site. You see the tipster was none other than Ed's own brother and Roland wanted to book the bust himself. It turns out that his old rival Cleetus was behind it. Roland, a few others and I went down to the docks that night and we found an army of 20 waiting for us. We had no chance and I was the only one to get away with my life. The media doesn't know about the others who died, as they would have a field day. And as for his brother, he's been sent away with a new identity and everything.
Hank: Cleetus, I knew it! That funking son of a beach boy is going to pay!
Hank stands up and turns to face the door
Jake: Sit down Hank... Look, we don't where he is but if he's smart he will have fled NYC...But we know he owes a lot of money to a lot of people... That's why he lives in such a dump and that's what the cocaine deal was for - to make money. But look... We got a squealer lined up... Someone who says he will tell us where he's gone... In actual fact, you guys had better get to the meeting point before he decides to leave.
Lance: Meeting point?
Jake: Yeah, meeting point. It's a point where people meet...
Hank: Spare me the wait, Jake, where's the meeting point?
Jake: Outside the public library... Midnight... If you leave now, you'll make it just in time.
Hank: Thanks Jake... Oh... You were with him last... What were his last words?
Jake: Go get that son of a bitch!
Hank: You heard him Lance... let's roll!
Lance and Hank jump up out of their seats and the scene freezes mid action.
To Be Continued...
Part 2
Sunday 13th, 11:59 PM
Outside the Liberty Public Library
New York
It's a minute to midnight, the stars are out, twinkling from the moonlit sky and The Vice Squad pull up, outside the Liberty Public Library. They have the roof up as it was raining earlier and they look out of the window. They can't see anyone outside the library but get out anyway. The place is deserted and very quiet, except for the distant sounds of a drunk. They walk up the steps to the library and stand outside the big wooden doors, waiting.
Hank looks at his watch and it is exactly Midnight. Just then something in the shadows moves. A second or two later and a man walks out. He is very short, dressed in scruffy black clothes, with scruffy brown hair and looks like he hasn't had a solid meal in a few days.
Man: Vice Squad?
Hank: That's us...
Man: My name is Marc McMackin...
Lance: You look rough man...
Marc McMackin: I have been sleeping in a dumpster because Cleetus's gang is after me.
Hank: What's that in your hair?
Marc McMackin: This? Oh... it appears to be... rat shit.
Hank: You do know there is a witness protection program?
Marc McMackin: No... I mean yes but I can't... I am just here to give you the whereabouts of Cleetus and then I am out of here...
Lance: And we are here to help people... If you need help, we can help you.
Marc McMackin: Look... I can't ok... I have a friend over in Michigan... I can go there for a while... But look... Cleetus is...
Marc suddenly stops dead, mid-sentence. His eyes roll into the back of his head and he stumbles forward into Hanks arms. Lance whips out his revolver, from the leather holster under his suit jacket and looks around them. It is too dark to see anything in great detail but he can just make out something moving in the distant shadows. Lance sprint off in that direction while hank helps to lower Marc to the ground. Marc is starting to bleed a little from his mouth and he is gasping for breath. He has been shot in the back.
Hank: Take it easy man... You'll be ok.
Hank whips a cell phone out of his inside suit jacket pocket and dials 911. He asks for an ambulance and tells them to hurry up. Marc's eyes are beginning to glaze over and he is gasping heavily for air.
Marc: G...go...
Hank: Try not to speak... You're gonna be ok.
Marc: Daniel... El... El... Ellison...
Marcs grip of Hanks suit loosens, his heavy breathing stops and he falls limp in Hanks arms. Hank looks up and see Lance running back.
Hank: Someone shot him...
Lance: I saw the gunman in the shadows but he got away...
Hank: Daniel Ellison...
Lance: What?
Hank: I think he was trying to say 'Go see Daniel Ellison.'
The Vice squad logo spins in and out of the screen.
Monday 8th, 2:46 PM
NYPD, Precinct 11
New York
We next find The Vice Squad pulling up outside of Hanks old NYPD. It is bright, warm day with few clouds in the sky. They get out of the Spyder and walk up the steps and through the entrance. As they come into the big department office, they stand out immediately in their snazzy blue and white 80's suits. Everyone turns and looks at them... And then turns back to their work. A man walks towards Hank. He is afro-Caribbean and has short black hair. He looks about Hanks age and approaches with a slightly anxious expression.
Black Man: ...Hank is that you?
Hank: Hey Robert...
Robert: I heard you were back, someone mentioned your name with the guy who got shot last night. I hardly recognised you though... When did you grow the Mullet?
Hank: When I went down Miami... The chicks dig it... Gives 'em something to hold onto... But you... When did you loose the Afro man?
Robert: Ages ago man...
Hank: That was one wild Afro... When you shaved it off, you didn't find a bird's nest in there did you?
Robert: No... I take you heard about Ed?
Hank: Yeah... I didn't see you at the funeral.
Robert: Oh... It was my mother in laws birthday... You know how it is.
Hank: No I don't... I'm a swinging bachelor Bobby and that's the way, ah-ha ah-ha, I like it.
Robert: So what you doing here then? Finally started missing us?
Hank: Hey I miss this place but you know… I am happy down in Miami, where the sun shines all day long and the babes play volleyball.
Robert: Maybe... but there isn't anything quite like catching the scum of New York.
Hank: True...
Robert: So what can we do for you?
Hank: We're here on unofficial business... Oh... This is Lance, my partner.
Robert: Hey.
Lance: Hey.
Hank: I'm going after Cleetus once and for all... He killed Danny... And now he's killed Ed. And I want revenge!
Robert: He has disappeared... We searched all over Hells Basement and his usual hiding places, nothing man.
color=red]Hank: Yes but we have a lead...
Robert: You have a lead!?!
Hank: Yes... The guy we were with last night... We were meeting him so he would tell us where Cleetus is hiding but someone else shot him before he spilled the beans. However, before he kicked the bucket, he managed to spit out the name 'Daniel Ellison'. Any ideas who that is?
Robert: He's speaking at the safety conference this evening... Come on, you must remember Danny Ellison though… He use to run with Cleetus.
Hank: Oh... Not err... It's not Danny The Horse is it?
Robert: Yeah...
Hank: I thought that name was familiar. I sent him to jail for attempted armed robbery.
[color=orangeRobert: Well... After he got out of jail he decided to stay on the right side of the law... He left Cleetus and started campaigning for better safety on the streets against gun crime and whatnot. [/color]
Hank: Surprised Cleetus hasn't had him done in already...
Robert: Well he left New York for his own safety... I think he went down to Washington but he's back to talk at this conference.
Hank: What time and where?
Robert: 8pm, tonight, over at the Civic Conference Centre.
Hank: Ok... Thanks a lot Bobby.
Robert: No problem... Look man... You know you can't just go round looking for Cleetus... up here that Miami Police Badge won't mean squat. But I'll keep things quite...
Hank: You're awesome man...
Robert: Hey... If you need any help...
Hank: Number still 911?
Robert: What else? As always, it's been great seeing you again and nice meeting you Lance.
Lance: You too...
Hank: Well... Great to see you but I know you New York cops are always busy... so... I'll leave and let you get on with it.
Robert: You'll have to come up here on vacation sometime so we can have a proper talk.
Hank: Yeah sure... C-ya Bobby.
Robert: Later man...
They turn and leave the department and back out into the bright light of the outdoors. They jump into the Spyder and drive off out down the street. The Vice Squad logo spins in and out of the screen.
Monday 8th, 8:15 PM
Civic Conference Centre
New York
The weather has taken a turn for the worst since yesterday afternoon. Darkness is beginning to creep in and there is a cold wind on the air. Lance and Hank pull up outside the Civic Conference Centre in the Spyder. They enter the building and walk through a large hall with various shops on each side, advertising and selling various safety items. One shop in particular catches Lances eye because it has a large cardboard cut out of a women in a bathing suit, advertising Mace. A voice calls out to them.
Voice: Are you interested in the Mace?
Lance: Err no...
They turn around and see a man in a purple, velvet suit with floppy, black hair. He is obviously the shop owner or the shop assistant. He speaks with a slightly German accent.
Man: Come on in... Come in.
Hank: No we gotta...
Man: Two flashy guys like you must need safety... come in a take a look.
The man ushers them into the shop where they are surrounded by shelves of various safety items, ranging from Mace and Tazers to weird looking key rings and vests.
Man: Oh... Don't tell me... You two are part of the 'Bring back the 80's campaign'?
Hank: No... We are cops.
Man: Oh... Well why did you not say so. I have just the thing for you.
The man leads them to the back of the shop where a huge gun is placed on top of a stand.
Man: This is one of a kind... Very special... It is a rocket launcher... it has sight scope... it has rapid fire capabilities... automatic reload... Oh... and it has this cute little CD player here... It even has it's own spot light. All this in one and it has a stylish shoulder strap.
Lance: Wow...
Man: Yes, wow... Every cop should have one...
Hank: Look... As fantastic as all these things... are. We are here to meet someone so we had better go...
Man: Ok, but come back and I will show you our line of electronic safety underpants.
They quickly leave the exhibition and move on up the hall, towards the conference hall. When they get there they find the place 3/4's full and someone already speaking at the podium.
Hank: That's him...
The Vice Squad logo spins in and out of the screen. The new scene opens on the backstage area where the Vice Squad are waiting for Daniel Ellison to finish.
Lance: Hank... I don't want you getting too messed up over this... You know we got our jobs back in Miami and our Tag Titles match...
Hank: This is something I have to do... I owe them.
Lance: I know man... But you know?
Hank: I know... But I owe Ed on this... And Danny...
There is a long pause where the only sounds are that of Daniel Ellison speaking at the podium.
Lance: Who's Danny?
Hank doesn't move and takes in a deep breath before answering,
Hank: Danny was my partner... It was his first day on the job too. We were called out to a stand off down at the docks... Turns out Cleetus and his gang had robbed a 7/11 and were followed back down there... Well me and Danny went in... We got split up... I could see Danny from where I was... And he turned a corner... and got shot. If I had called out or something...
Lance: Sorry man...
This is the first time Lance has heard of this and realises they have something else in common. They have both lost their partners... Hank has lost Danny to Cleetus and Lance has lost Bret to Mendoza... Lance knew exactly what Hank was feeling and knew he wouldn't be able to do anything or say anything to change his mind. After all, he wanted to kill Mendoza so much... But in time he learned to deal with it and channel it into other avenues such as becoming the best wrestler he can.
Lance: We don't have duristriction up here... maybe we should leave it to someone else.
Hank: Lance... I have to do this...If it was Mendoza we would be going straight after him...
Hank pauses...
Lance: Hank...
Hank: Yeah?
Lance: Let's get Cleetus...
Hank looks up at Lance and smiles... Suddenly a large ovation of clapping can be heard and Daniel Ellison soon comes walking backstage. He walks past Lance and Hank but barely notices them. Lance and Hank follow him backstage to his dressing room. Hank knocks on the door and then walks straight in...
Daniel: Who are you? Wh...what are you doing?
Hank: Hello Horse...
Daniel pauses as if remembering something...
Daniel: What?
Hank: Don't you recognise me?
Daniel: No...
Hank: You should do... I sent you to jail...
Daniel stands rooted to the spot with shock...
Daniel: H...Hank?
Hank: Yes...
Daniel: Wh...what do you want? I'm clean now...
Hank: I know you're clean now... I just want some info.
Daniel: What?
Hank: Where is Cleetus?
Daniel: Cl...Cleetus? No... I'm no longer associated with him... Why would I know where he is?
Hank: Because we were with Marc McMackin last night... He was gonna tell us the whereabouts of Cleetus but before he could someone shot him. He just managed to spit your name out...
Daniel: Marc...
Hank: Yes...
Daniel: I don't know anything...
Hank: Look... Cleetus is going down once and for all... Now if you help us it will make it a lot easier and quicker...
Daniel: Ok... ok. I was with Marc at the weekend... Apparently he is hiding up at Wonder Palace... You know the amusement park. They recently shut it down for re-development.
Hank: Are you sure...
Daniel: That's what Marc told me...
Hank turns and runs out the door. Lance quickly thanks Daniel and runs after Hank. Hank runs out of the centre and Lance runs after him. Lance chases him across to the Spyder where Hank is already in the drivers' seat, with his big, black square shades on and mullet flapping in the breeze.
Lance: Hank...
Hank doesn't look up and puts the car in gear.
Hank: Lance... This is something I have to do myself.
With that he drives off with a screech of the tyres. The camera pans around to the front of the Spyder and we can see Hanks expression filled with hatred. He is driving fast now in the direction of Wonder Palace.
To Be Continued...
Part 3
Monday 14th, 9:23 PM
Wonder Palace
New York
We last left Hank driving towards Wonder Palace amusement park with revenge on his mind. We now find hank pulling up outside a deserted Wonder Palace. A large sign has been put up with the message 'UNDER RE-DEVELOPMENT' painted on. It is dark now and a light rain has been going on for the last 10 minutes. Hank gets out of the Spyder and looks around the area. The place is deserted... There isn't even a bird in the sky.
Hank creeps up to the entrance but there is a big pad-lock and chain locking the gates. Hank creeps along until he finds a place he can climb over. He shimmies up the side of the fence and jump over to the other side. H lands with a gentle thud on the concrete below. He takes out his gun and has it poised and he quietly runs along the ground. He jumps over the ticket turnstile and into the park.
Hank sidles around the side of the Candy Floss stall and stops dead in the shadows. There is a group of 8 gang members coming his way. He is filled with a sudden feeling if shock as he sees they have caught Jake. They stop at the bottom of the Ferris wheel and tie his hands up with rope. Hank takes a shot at the but deliberately misses. The shot scares them as they look around for where it came from. Hank takes another shot and this time they run for cover, leaving Jake all by himself. Hank calls to Jake... Jake spots where hank is and as Hank lays down cover fire, Jake runs towards him.
The gang take up positions behind various other stalls and carts. Hank looks behind the corner of the stall and quickly ducks back as he gets shot at. Hank and Jake are bogged down behind the Candy Floss stall with enemies approaching them. Unknown to Hank and Jake, one of the gang members has sneaked around the Ferris wheel and takes a shot at Jake. The bullet hits him in the shoulder and he falls to the floor. Hank quickly turns round and instinctively aims at the gang member. The gang member aims at Hank but before he can shoot, Hank shoots him. He falls to the floor. Hank dives to the ground next to Jake and checks the wound.
Hank: You're gonna be fine... hang in there man...
With the approaching men getting nearer and nearer, Hank thinks this is the end when suddenly a loud crash can be heard. Hank turns around and sees the Spyder crashing through the entrance gates and skidding to a halt and short distance away from him. Lance is at the wheel.
Lance: Whoooo hooooo!
Lance jumps out of the Spyder with the big gun from the safety exhibition. Lance stands next to the Spyder and just goes wild with the gun, firing at anything in sight. Several gang men go down as the others run for cover. Hank uses this pause in enemy fire to ring an ambulance for Jake. Meanwhile Lance has come across to them. He grins at Hank.
Hank: What took you so long?
Lance: You know me, I got held up with a babe...
Lance jumps from round the corner and hits one of the buttons on the side panel and 'I'm Still Standing' by Elton John suddenly blurts out of the small speaker.
"I'm still standing,
Yeah, yeah, yeah..."
Sounds throughout the immediate area. Lance hits the button again to stop but accidentally also presses another button. A missile shoots towards the popcorn cart, where 3 men are hiding behind. The cart explodes in a small red fireball. The 3 men fly through the air and lands on the floor, dead.
Several moments later and all the gang members lay dead or inactive on the floor. Hank walks up behind Lance,
Hank: Good to see ya buddy...
Lance: Didn't think I'd miss out on all the fun did you?
Suddenly a screech of tyres alerts them to a speeding Porsche, driving out of the park. Before it gets out of viewing distance, Hank can just make out Cleetus at the wheel. Hank turns and runs toward the Spyder. He stops and looks at Jake.
Jake: Go!
Hank jumps into the drivers seat as Lance comes running up and gets in the passenger seat. He spins the car round, through 180 degrees and speeds off in pursuit of Cleetus who is already pulling off onto the main road. Hank manages to close the gap but Cleetus is still quite far ahead. Cleetus is dangerously weaving in and out of other cars now as he starts going over the speed limit and 'Danger Zone' by Kenny Loggins fades in.
Hank: Your not getting away this time...
Cleetus slows down as he nearly smashes into the back on a car and quickly turns down an alleyway to his right. Hank starts beeping his horn, hoping other drivers might take notice and move. He narrowly misses a car as he skids round into the alleyway. They can see Cleetus nearing the end of the alleyway and he knocks several dustbins flying. Lance hoists himself up in his seat and whips out his gun. He starts shooting at the Porches wheels but misses.
"Highway to the danger zone,
Right into the danger zone."
Cleetus turns right and starts driving down a one way street. Hank pulls out of the alleyway and as he starts turning right as another car has to swerve to avoid them. Hank carries on speeding up the one way street as the other cars swerve and narrowly miss him. Cleetus drives right through the next junction, even though other cars were turning to come down the street. Hank quickly swerves to the right and drives over the sidewalk. He drives through the junction as Lance madly signals to everyone to get out of the way.
"Highway to the danger zone,
Take you right into the danger zone."
Cleetus is speeding up a long stretch of road now, weaving in and out of other cars. Hank puts his foot on the gas some more and starts closing the gap. Cleetus crosses the middle of the road and starts driving up the wrong side of the street. Hank manages to get up more of less even with him. Cleetus makes a sudden turn onto a side street and causes another car to crash into the car in front. Hank skids through 180 degrees and shoots through the gap in the traffic and on to the side street.
"Highway to the danger zone,
I'll take you right into the danger zone."
Lance fires a couple more shots at the Porsche and manages to smash the rear windscreen. They come to the end of the street and Hank soon realises that he is heading in the direction of the Brooklyn Bridge. As Cleetus makes a left he causes another car to skid to a halt. Hank continues to follow him and is closing the gap every second. Soon they are right behind him but as they come to another junction and Cleetus shoots straight through, Hank has to skid to a halt to stop smashing into another car.
"Highway to the danger zone,
Gonna take you right into the danger zone,
Highway to the danger zone,
Right into the danger zone..."
Hank drives around the car and across the junction and can see Cleetus further ahead, nearing the Brooklyn Bridge. Cleetus takes a right followed by a left and drives onto the Brooklyn Bridge on ramp. Hank and Lance aren't too far behind and several seconds later drive on to the on ramp. They are speeding along to the Brooklyn Bridge now and Hanks mullet is flapping wildly in the wind. Hank swerves past one car, cuts across another and steps on the gas.
They are on the Brooklyn Bridge now. The camera changes to show a side view of the bridge. The Spyder is in chase of the Porsche and in the distance is a partially blocked sun, shining down on the water. Cleetus narrowly misses another car, which causes him to his brakes. Finally, Hank manages to pull up alongside Cleetus who starts bumping into the side of them. Hank bumps him back. They are half way across the Brooklyn Bridge now and in a fight to get in front.
The line of cars in front suddenly stop and there is only one lane free. Cleetus speeds up some more but Hank speeds up as well and manages to just pull in front of Cleetus. They are only seconds away from the traffic jam and Hank quickly pulls in front of Cleetus. Cleetus instinctively swerves and before he can put his brakes on drives off the side of the bridge. All the cars around stop and the drivers look as Cleetus, in the Porsche, flies from the bridge and quickly begins to drop to the sea. The Porsche crashes into sea and sends water flying everywhere. Lance and Hank jump out of the Spyder and run to the edge of the bridge. They get there just in time to see the Porsche sinking under the water as loads of air bubbles rush to the surface. Lance looks at Hank who has taken his shades off. His eyes are deep with hatred and relief but Lance can also tell he didn't want it to end this way. What little sun there is shining down over the bridge and the scene fades out.
When the scene opens again Lance and Hank are stood next to Ed's grave in the Eternal Rest Burial Grounds.
Tuesday 10th, 1:11 PM
Eternal Rest Burial Grounds
Upstate New York
Lance: We got the Tag Titles match in a few days time...
Hank: Yeah?
Lance: It's a great opportunity...
Hank: it’s a fantastic opportunity... Can you imagine... Vice Squad – NAW Tag Team Champions..
Lance: Would be totally radical man...
Hank: We are just so damn good...
Lance: ...Are you ok?
Hank: Yeah...
Lance: Looking forward to the match?
Hank: Damn skippy.. The match is in the bag buddy. We’ve beat them before, hell we beat them in their own specialty.. They think we like to live by the rules, like they brought us down to their level or something. No, we have no problem playing dirty.. Just ‘cos we enforce the rules on the streets doesn’t necessarily mean we can’t fight rough.They think we are hardcore or something just ‘cos we don’t need to win every match by putting someone through a table.. But we’ve had plenty of experience in that arena.. Tables, ladders, chairs, cells, hell we even took place in the infamous FAW Toy Shop Match and kicked ass, might I add!
Lance: You said it man. They think we don’t dare break the rules or something, no, that’s not it at all.. real men play and win by the rules. Look at them.. They don’t even deserve the shot. They couldn’t even beat The V-List to qualify for the shot… They have to rely on gifts and hand outs to even be in with a chance of winning the titles. Yes, they are the UWL Tag Champs but look at who they had to beat… look at how they did it. They have to rely on extreme violence to win their matches.. We have the talent and the skills and damn it, the stone cold desire to win matches on our own merits.
Hank: Do you know what I find funny.. One of the first times we heard from the BCB they claimed that they cared not for gold and trinkets yet here they are pining over their Tag Title shot..
Lance: And begging for another violent match to make it easy for them.
Hank: Exactly my friend.. You know, they may leave a path of breadcrumb sized destruction where they go but it’s the mark of true talent to win a normal match. Look at Gunner, he’s a great champion and he’s proved that match after match. He doesn’t need a chair or a table to prove his worth. And like, Gunner, we will be great Tag Champs. And once we are NAW Tag Champs, we will be going after their UWL Tag Titles so that a team worthy to hold them with prestige can carry and defend them.
Lance: You said it Hank. And we’ve had a few days off work, we'll be in tiptop condition and after an episode like this, we'll be ready for anything they could possibly bring to court... And on top of everything else, this is our chance to get a little revenge for Jimmy.
Hank: Funk yeah! They made the gravest mistake when they chose to lay harm to Jimmy.. This is our chance to exact a little revenge. A lot of revenge in fact.. I’m gonna enjoy fighting them all over that arena and beating them again at their own specialty.. I’m gonna enjoy breaking them in half and winning those belts in the process. We might be playing the match by their rules but we’re gonna make it our match.. we can use the stipulation to our advantage. I know Jimmy will be watching the match from hospital and he’s gonna see us prove yet again, why we are the best funking team in NAW
Lance: It’s on like donkey kong
Hank pauses and takes one last look at Ed’s grave.
Hank: Jimmy… Ed... This win will be for you...
'Don't You Forget About Me' by Simple Minds begins to play in the background.
"Baby, Don't you forget about me,
Don't, don't, don't, don't,
Don't you forget about me..."
Lance: Perry won't be very pleased with us... He'll go off the wall...
Hank: Maybe... But... At least Ed can rest in peace now...
Lance turns around and starts to walk away. Hank takes one last look at Ed's grave before turning and catching up to Lance. A wide shot shows them walking off with the sun shining down on them.
Lance: If I die... I want 'Here lies Lance Carter and he's funking annoyed!'
Hank: Me, I want... 'Buried Alive'
The scene fades out as the music fades off. After several seconds of a black screen, a new scene fades in. The image is slightly blurry. The only sounds are that of the docks and a shrill wind blowing through the trees. The scene itself is of a small shore type area with the busy Brooklyn Bridge in the background. Underneath the bridge we can see a large crane on a boat, obviously searching for the sunken Porsche. The camera pans down and reveals a man lying on the gravelled shore. He is soaked to the bone, his clothes are ripped and he is unconscious. It is Cleetus. As soon as the scene came in, it fades back out to black.
The End...
EDIT: Sorry, I've just realised that some of the formatting of coloured text is a little off but please bear with it
The Vice Squad logo flashes onto the middle of the screen as the familiar cop siren jingle accompanies it. The voices of Lance and Hank can be heard,
Hank: What are we gonna do today Lance?
Lance: The same thing we do every weekend Hank.. Kick ass in NAW!
The jingle continues as the logo fades out and the scene fades in. As the scene becomes fully visible the jingle stops.
Saturday 12th, 10:31 AM
Lance's custom-built single swingers pad
Miami Beach
Florida
We are inside the custom built luxury apartment of Vice Squad member Lance Carter. As usual he isn't home alone and his mullet headed partner, Hank Sharpe joins him inside the living room. Inside the room the T.V is cranked up all the way to "11" as both guys sit watching the tube. It is a typical weekend morning and both of the guys are off case and enjoying some quality time doing nothing away from the stress of the streets. As the buzz of the TV echoes around the room, Lance is busy trying to eat a whole family pack of popcorn to himself. He puts the bag down in defeat and finishes eating before he stretches his arms up in the air, with relaxation.
Lance: Hank, for the last time and by the power of greyskull, no matter how many times you watch it, they are not going to thank you...
Hank, with the remote control in his hand flicks the rewind button as the images fly by backwards. He hits the play button and the video plays as it was intended to. The screen shows footage from one of the recent prestigious music ceremonies from Hanks hometown of New York City. Up on the stage, at the moment is the Vice Squads favourite band Duran Duran who are receiving a lifetime achievement award.
Simon Le Bon: I would like to take this time to thank you all... God... Jesus H Christ... Err my agent... My Asian friends... The record company... our fans... And err...
Hank: Come on Simon, say it, say The Vice Squad!
Simon Le Bon: ...And of course, the two people I must thank the most... With out their help we wouldn't be here today. This is dedicated to my two favourite guys... Max and Paddy, my body Guards. God bless you all. And if I have forgot anyone well you mustn't be important enough!
The audience at Radio Music Hall, NYC laugh and applaud and Hank hits the eject button. The picture fades off and the tape ejects from the VCR.
Hank: Simon, you lying son of a Beach Boy!
Lance: Hey, Hank calm down a little. That's like the 22nd...
Hank: 23rd
Lance: 23rd time that you have watched that footage and I seriously doubt it's ever going to change. They probably didn't thank us with it being unofficial duty and not wanting the media to get involved. Anyway to do one nice 180 turnaround, I have some huge news to tell you about how we are going to reach the next level in sports entertainment...
Before Lance can finish what he is saying the ringing of the telephone interrupts him,
Bbbbbbrrrrrring...
Bbbbbbrrrrrring...
Bbbbbbrrrrrring...
Bbbbbbrrrrrring...
Hank: You want to get that buddy?
Lance: You're the closest…
Hank: So I am...
Hank swings his body around and sits up from his slumped out position. He picks up the phone and cross's his legs. He wedges the phone between his chin and his shoulders and rolls up each sleeve before taking the Phone in his hand.
Hank: Hello...? Hello...? Anyone there?
The other end of the phone is silent until a familiar voice is heard...
Familiar voice: Hank, can you hear me?
On the other end of the phone is Hanks old NYC Cop partner, Kenny "Shaky" Jake. Its been a few years now since they last spoke but they are still as close as when they where both still rookies in the NYPD.
Jake: Hank...
Jake's voice is very low and wobbly. It seems that he has been crying and is still sobbing now.
Jake: ...Hank... you still there?
Hank: Yeah... Hey Jake, great to hea.... Err, you all right buddy? Buddy?
Jake: Hank...
Jake lets out a small whimper and begins to sob louder,
Jake: It's Ed... He's... he's...
Hank: What Jake! Get a grip, what is he?
Jake: He's... Sorry Hank...
Hank: What!?!
Jake: He's DEAD!
A quick burst of dramatic music plays...
Hank stands still, frozen to the spot, unable to move. Lance looks at him and knows straight away that something isn't right. Hank can still hear Jake on the phone crying.
Hank: ...What?!
Jake: He was shot during a drug bust... His funeral is tomorrow. Can you make it?
Hank: Who did it? Jake, damn it, who did it? Who?! Who?!
Hank, not waiting for the answer because he is almost certain he already knows who did it, drops the phone and falls to his knees. He pulls out his wallet from his suit pocket and flicks through a line of photos. Flicking past photos of Hank dressed in a football uniform, baseball gear, his snazzy suit and a picture of the time Lance and Hank dressed as woman for charity he comes to the final photo. Revealing his last day in NYC, the photo shows the whole squad together. Many faces remain but a few have crosses over their heads. Hank pulls out a biro and scribbles a 'X' over the face of Ed Roland, his old police chief. He looks to Lance with a tear in his eye and punches the nearby beanbag. He looks up and screams at the top of his lungs.
Hank: Nooooooooooo!
Lance: And this time it's personal...
The Vice squad logo spins in and out of the screen in the first ever Vice Squad tearjerker moment.
Sunday 13th, 5:50 PM
The Eternal Rest Burial Grounds
Upstate New York City
'Don't You Forget About Me' by Simple Minds plays as a browning leaf from the late summer day is gently floating through the sky. A slight breeze is carrying it as it continues to float down towards the ground. It begins to drop at an ever-decreasing speed as it gently lands in the hands of Hank Sharpe. Today sees the final journey of his old Police Chief and everyone who knew him has came to pay their last respects.
"Won't you come see about me,
I'll be alone, dancing --- you know it will be me,
Tell me your troubles and doubts,
Giving me everything inside and out,
Love's strange --- so real in the dark,
Think of the tender things,
That we were working on,
Slow change may pull us apart,
When the light gets into your heart ,
Baby, Don't you, forget about me,
Don't , don't , don't , don't,
Don't you, forget about me"
Eight large men carry a rather large coffin along past the entrance of the church. They walk along the grass and stop just before the large grave that the people have come and gathered around. The coffin is very slowly lowered into the ground as people begin to weep. A plate on the coffin reads simply "THE CHIEF". Both Hank and Lance dressed in different black suits, a change from the normal blue and white suits, stand side by side as the coffin reaches the bottom with a gentle thud.
Vicar: We are gathered here today to say our final goodbye to Edward Ronald Roland. A beloved father, husband, friend and I have been told that he was a damn good police chief too. Edward was a man who lived for others and he would love to see you all happy today as you say your final goodbyes. In his will he said he wanted to be remembered by three words. Cold, hard, justice.
Amongst the tears and the heartache of the moment both Lance and Hank raise a final smile for the old chief. Knowing that crime never sleeps and in honour of Ed they quickly turn to walk away from the grave, a level of revenge building up inside Hank.
Hank: Well, I can't believe that he is gone but I guess I'll have to live with it. We all have to go someday. You know Lance, he was more than just a boss, he was a dear friend and my mentor. I can't rest... Not while his killer is still free. I know revenge isn't usually in our blood but I'll make an exception this time for old Ed. I'll do anything for a man whom saved my life many times.
Lance: Time to roll...
The black Ferrari Spyder is waiting for them as it looks oddly out of place amongst the hearses and limos in the graveyard. The neon green racing stripe glistens in the sun. Lance jumps in as Hank takes the door. Lance begins to start up the engine as Hank messes around with CD player. Lance puts his foot down on the gas as Hank begins to play a bit of Queen for his departed buddy.
"Another one bites the dust, another one bites the dust,
And another one gone, and another one gone, another one bites the dust,
Hey, I'm gonna get you too, another one bites the dust."
Hank: This was Ed's favourite song...
Lance: I guess it was his turn to finally bite the dust...
They both laugh knowing that the joke was in good spirits.
Hank: We shouldn't laugh but I know that he's looking down on us and is having a good chuckle. I can still hear him shouting, 'Hank, you baboon!' every time I dropped my gun on his foot in field training.
Lance: Yeah from the sounds of him it seems that along with Perry they could strike fear into the hearts of the toughest cop or coldest crook.
Hank: You know yesterday back at your place when you mentioned something about reaching the next league in wrestling, what were you going to say?
Lance: What you talkin' 'bout Hank?
Hank laughs to himself.
Hank: Cheap way to cheer me up... Still, what's the answer?
The final echoes of Freddie Mercury's vocal ends and Soft Cells 'Tainted Love' begins to play as Lance pulls out a pair of shades from the glove box and places them on his forehead.
Lance: Well a few days ago I got word from NAW HQ that our Tag Titles match is now with The Black Circle Boys..
Hank: Hot damn! That's bigger than Den Perrys' belly! If we can win those titles and defeat the Black Circle Boys in the process not only we will be the best cops in America, we’ll also be the Tag Team Champions and be able to exact some revenge for our dear buddy Jimmy..
Lance: You're right there and what's more it's on the first edition of Meltdown. The main event I hasten to add.
Hank: What better way to kick off the new show than a good ol’ 80’s beating and the best tag team in NAW being crowned the inaugural Tag Team Champs.
Lance: Yeah man that would be great. We’ve had the last couple weeks off work back in Miami so we should be 100% fighting fit and in with a huge chance... We have beat them twice before now, we’ll just have to go the hatrick.
Hank: I can’t wait to get my hands on them.. What they did to Jimmy was inexcusable, we shouldn’t have let him out there..
Lance: He wanted to be out there Hank.. It’s the BCB who shouldn’t have put their damn hands on him..
Hank: We will have our revenge. It could be a hard fight though, they stand a chance.
Lance: Surely you don’t mean that!
Hank: They don’t, I'm just playing.. and don't call me Shirley.
Lance: Yes Shirley.
Hank: Very funny...
Lance: Can't beat the classics can you Mrs. temple?
Hank: Mrs. temple?
Lance: Yes, Shirley Temple.
Hank: The Black Circle Boys… they’re going down quicker than a 2 dollar hooker….
Sunday 7th, 11:02 PM
'Okay Coral' 3 Dollar, All you can eat buffet
Outside New York
Several hours later and under the cover of darkness, Lance pulls the Spyder into an empty lot behind the 'Okay Coral' 3 dollar all you can eat, to quote the sign buffet. Standing, huddled in the shadows in is 'Shaky' Jake. Both Lance and Hank get out to greet him as he looks around him.
Jake: Hey guys quickly follow me. We have little time. It looks like I may be next in line for the chop. Come inside and I'll explain what has happened.
All three men enter the building via a backdoor entrance and walk down a narrow corridor that leads down into a basement under the building.
Hank: You mean we weren't really going to a buffet. What a let down!
Lance: Yeah, I could go for a few cocktail wieners. Thinking about it, I could also do with a few cocktails...
: Ditto. You're damn right Skippy.
Jake leads them down a small flight of stairs into the basement. The place is dark except for a low light in the corner. The basement is full of odds and ends... boxes of certain types of food, an old and very rusty oven cooker and, oddly enough, a mattress to name a few things. Jake takes them over to a single table in the corner of the basement, where the light is pouring through a small, cracked window.
Jake: Guys don't worry about your food. You are free to sample the buffet after I brief you, as I fear for my life but you guys are fine at the moment... only a few guys know that you are back in New York. You will need plenty of energy for tonight...
Lance: Whoa, whoa, whoa sweet child of mine... Slow it down and take it from the top. I want to know what happened to Hank and your old chief and who is responsible.
Jake: Listen closely as I only have time to say this once. Six days ago we got a huge tip off from a reliable source that there was going to be a huge exchange of cocaine down by the docks. We didn't know at the time but it was all a set up. It turned out that our source was at gunpoint and forced to give a false address. The real drop off happened elsewhere but we still ended up checking out the phoney site. You see the tipster was none other than Ed's own brother and Roland wanted to book the bust himself. It turns out that his old rival Cleetus was behind it. Roland, a few others and I went down to the docks that night and we found an army of 20 waiting for us. We had no chance and I was the only one to get away with my life. The media doesn't know about the others who died, as they would have a field day. And as for his brother, he's been sent away with a new identity and everything.
Hank: Cleetus, I knew it! That funking son of a beach boy is going to pay!
Hank stands up and turns to face the door
Jake: Sit down Hank... Look, we don't where he is but if he's smart he will have fled NYC...But we know he owes a lot of money to a lot of people... That's why he lives in such a dump and that's what the cocaine deal was for - to make money. But look... We got a squealer lined up... Someone who says he will tell us where he's gone... In actual fact, you guys had better get to the meeting point before he decides to leave.
Lance: Meeting point?
Jake: Yeah, meeting point. It's a point where people meet...
Hank: Spare me the wait, Jake, where's the meeting point?
Jake: Outside the public library... Midnight... If you leave now, you'll make it just in time.
Hank: Thanks Jake... Oh... You were with him last... What were his last words?
Jake: Go get that son of a bitch!
Hank: You heard him Lance... let's roll!
Lance and Hank jump up out of their seats and the scene freezes mid action.
To Be Continued...
Part 2
Sunday 13th, 11:59 PM
Outside the Liberty Public Library
New York
It's a minute to midnight, the stars are out, twinkling from the moonlit sky and The Vice Squad pull up, outside the Liberty Public Library. They have the roof up as it was raining earlier and they look out of the window. They can't see anyone outside the library but get out anyway. The place is deserted and very quiet, except for the distant sounds of a drunk. They walk up the steps to the library and stand outside the big wooden doors, waiting.
Hank looks at his watch and it is exactly Midnight. Just then something in the shadows moves. A second or two later and a man walks out. He is very short, dressed in scruffy black clothes, with scruffy brown hair and looks like he hasn't had a solid meal in a few days.
Man: Vice Squad?
Hank: That's us...
Man: My name is Marc McMackin...
Lance: You look rough man...
Marc McMackin: I have been sleeping in a dumpster because Cleetus's gang is after me.
Hank: What's that in your hair?
Marc McMackin: This? Oh... it appears to be... rat shit.
Hank: You do know there is a witness protection program?
Marc McMackin: No... I mean yes but I can't... I am just here to give you the whereabouts of Cleetus and then I am out of here...
Lance: And we are here to help people... If you need help, we can help you.
Marc McMackin: Look... I can't ok... I have a friend over in Michigan... I can go there for a while... But look... Cleetus is...
Marc suddenly stops dead, mid-sentence. His eyes roll into the back of his head and he stumbles forward into Hanks arms. Lance whips out his revolver, from the leather holster under his suit jacket and looks around them. It is too dark to see anything in great detail but he can just make out something moving in the distant shadows. Lance sprint off in that direction while hank helps to lower Marc to the ground. Marc is starting to bleed a little from his mouth and he is gasping for breath. He has been shot in the back.
Hank: Take it easy man... You'll be ok.
Hank whips a cell phone out of his inside suit jacket pocket and dials 911. He asks for an ambulance and tells them to hurry up. Marc's eyes are beginning to glaze over and he is gasping heavily for air.
Marc: G...go...
Hank: Try not to speak... You're gonna be ok.
Marc: Daniel... El... El... Ellison...
Marcs grip of Hanks suit loosens, his heavy breathing stops and he falls limp in Hanks arms. Hank looks up and see Lance running back.
Hank: Someone shot him...
Lance: I saw the gunman in the shadows but he got away...
Hank: Daniel Ellison...
Lance: What?
Hank: I think he was trying to say 'Go see Daniel Ellison.'
The Vice squad logo spins in and out of the screen.
Monday 8th, 2:46 PM
NYPD, Precinct 11
New York
We next find The Vice Squad pulling up outside of Hanks old NYPD. It is bright, warm day with few clouds in the sky. They get out of the Spyder and walk up the steps and through the entrance. As they come into the big department office, they stand out immediately in their snazzy blue and white 80's suits. Everyone turns and looks at them... And then turns back to their work. A man walks towards Hank. He is afro-Caribbean and has short black hair. He looks about Hanks age and approaches with a slightly anxious expression.
Black Man: ...Hank is that you?
Hank: Hey Robert...
Robert: I heard you were back, someone mentioned your name with the guy who got shot last night. I hardly recognised you though... When did you grow the Mullet?
Hank: When I went down Miami... The chicks dig it... Gives 'em something to hold onto... But you... When did you loose the Afro man?
Robert: Ages ago man...
Hank: That was one wild Afro... When you shaved it off, you didn't find a bird's nest in there did you?
Robert: No... I take you heard about Ed?
Hank: Yeah... I didn't see you at the funeral.
Robert: Oh... It was my mother in laws birthday... You know how it is.
Hank: No I don't... I'm a swinging bachelor Bobby and that's the way, ah-ha ah-ha, I like it.
Robert: So what you doing here then? Finally started missing us?
Hank: Hey I miss this place but you know… I am happy down in Miami, where the sun shines all day long and the babes play volleyball.
Robert: Maybe... but there isn't anything quite like catching the scum of New York.
Hank: True...
Robert: So what can we do for you?
Hank: We're here on unofficial business... Oh... This is Lance, my partner.
Robert: Hey.
Lance: Hey.
Hank: I'm going after Cleetus once and for all... He killed Danny... And now he's killed Ed. And I want revenge!
Robert: He has disappeared... We searched all over Hells Basement and his usual hiding places, nothing man.
color=red]Hank: Yes but we have a lead...
Robert: You have a lead!?!
Hank: Yes... The guy we were with last night... We were meeting him so he would tell us where Cleetus is hiding but someone else shot him before he spilled the beans. However, before he kicked the bucket, he managed to spit out the name 'Daniel Ellison'. Any ideas who that is?
Robert: He's speaking at the safety conference this evening... Come on, you must remember Danny Ellison though… He use to run with Cleetus.
Hank: Oh... Not err... It's not Danny The Horse is it?
Robert: Yeah...
Hank: I thought that name was familiar. I sent him to jail for attempted armed robbery.
[color=orangeRobert: Well... After he got out of jail he decided to stay on the right side of the law... He left Cleetus and started campaigning for better safety on the streets against gun crime and whatnot. [/color]
Hank: Surprised Cleetus hasn't had him done in already...
Robert: Well he left New York for his own safety... I think he went down to Washington but he's back to talk at this conference.
Hank: What time and where?
Robert: 8pm, tonight, over at the Civic Conference Centre.
Hank: Ok... Thanks a lot Bobby.
Robert: No problem... Look man... You know you can't just go round looking for Cleetus... up here that Miami Police Badge won't mean squat. But I'll keep things quite...
Hank: You're awesome man...
Robert: Hey... If you need any help...
Hank: Number still 911?
Robert: What else? As always, it's been great seeing you again and nice meeting you Lance.
Lance: You too...
Hank: Well... Great to see you but I know you New York cops are always busy... so... I'll leave and let you get on with it.
Robert: You'll have to come up here on vacation sometime so we can have a proper talk.
Hank: Yeah sure... C-ya Bobby.
Robert: Later man...
They turn and leave the department and back out into the bright light of the outdoors. They jump into the Spyder and drive off out down the street. The Vice Squad logo spins in and out of the screen.
Monday 8th, 8:15 PM
Civic Conference Centre
New York
The weather has taken a turn for the worst since yesterday afternoon. Darkness is beginning to creep in and there is a cold wind on the air. Lance and Hank pull up outside the Civic Conference Centre in the Spyder. They enter the building and walk through a large hall with various shops on each side, advertising and selling various safety items. One shop in particular catches Lances eye because it has a large cardboard cut out of a women in a bathing suit, advertising Mace. A voice calls out to them.
Voice: Are you interested in the Mace?
Lance: Err no...
They turn around and see a man in a purple, velvet suit with floppy, black hair. He is obviously the shop owner or the shop assistant. He speaks with a slightly German accent.
Man: Come on in... Come in.
Hank: No we gotta...
Man: Two flashy guys like you must need safety... come in a take a look.
The man ushers them into the shop where they are surrounded by shelves of various safety items, ranging from Mace and Tazers to weird looking key rings and vests.
Man: Oh... Don't tell me... You two are part of the 'Bring back the 80's campaign'?
Hank: No... We are cops.
Man: Oh... Well why did you not say so. I have just the thing for you.
The man leads them to the back of the shop where a huge gun is placed on top of a stand.
Man: This is one of a kind... Very special... It is a rocket launcher... it has sight scope... it has rapid fire capabilities... automatic reload... Oh... and it has this cute little CD player here... It even has it's own spot light. All this in one and it has a stylish shoulder strap.
Lance: Wow...
Man: Yes, wow... Every cop should have one...
Hank: Look... As fantastic as all these things... are. We are here to meet someone so we had better go...
Man: Ok, but come back and I will show you our line of electronic safety underpants.
They quickly leave the exhibition and move on up the hall, towards the conference hall. When they get there they find the place 3/4's full and someone already speaking at the podium.
Hank: That's him...
The Vice Squad logo spins in and out of the screen. The new scene opens on the backstage area where the Vice Squad are waiting for Daniel Ellison to finish.
Lance: Hank... I don't want you getting too messed up over this... You know we got our jobs back in Miami and our Tag Titles match...
Hank: This is something I have to do... I owe them.
Lance: I know man... But you know?
Hank: I know... But I owe Ed on this... And Danny...
There is a long pause where the only sounds are that of Daniel Ellison speaking at the podium.
Lance: Who's Danny?
Hank doesn't move and takes in a deep breath before answering,
Hank: Danny was my partner... It was his first day on the job too. We were called out to a stand off down at the docks... Turns out Cleetus and his gang had robbed a 7/11 and were followed back down there... Well me and Danny went in... We got split up... I could see Danny from where I was... And he turned a corner... and got shot. If I had called out or something...
Lance: Sorry man...
This is the first time Lance has heard of this and realises they have something else in common. They have both lost their partners... Hank has lost Danny to Cleetus and Lance has lost Bret to Mendoza... Lance knew exactly what Hank was feeling and knew he wouldn't be able to do anything or say anything to change his mind. After all, he wanted to kill Mendoza so much... But in time he learned to deal with it and channel it into other avenues such as becoming the best wrestler he can.
Lance: We don't have duristriction up here... maybe we should leave it to someone else.
Hank: Lance... I have to do this...If it was Mendoza we would be going straight after him...
Hank pauses...
Lance: Hank...
Hank: Yeah?
Lance: Let's get Cleetus...
Hank looks up at Lance and smiles... Suddenly a large ovation of clapping can be heard and Daniel Ellison soon comes walking backstage. He walks past Lance and Hank but barely notices them. Lance and Hank follow him backstage to his dressing room. Hank knocks on the door and then walks straight in...
Daniel: Who are you? Wh...what are you doing?
Hank: Hello Horse...
Daniel pauses as if remembering something...
Daniel: What?
Hank: Don't you recognise me?
Daniel: No...
Hank: You should do... I sent you to jail...
Daniel stands rooted to the spot with shock...
Daniel: H...Hank?
Hank: Yes...
Daniel: Wh...what do you want? I'm clean now...
Hank: I know you're clean now... I just want some info.
Daniel: What?
Hank: Where is Cleetus?
Daniel: Cl...Cleetus? No... I'm no longer associated with him... Why would I know where he is?
Hank: Because we were with Marc McMackin last night... He was gonna tell us the whereabouts of Cleetus but before he could someone shot him. He just managed to spit your name out...
Daniel: Marc...
Hank: Yes...
Daniel: I don't know anything...
Hank: Look... Cleetus is going down once and for all... Now if you help us it will make it a lot easier and quicker...
Daniel: Ok... ok. I was with Marc at the weekend... Apparently he is hiding up at Wonder Palace... You know the amusement park. They recently shut it down for re-development.
Hank: Are you sure...
Daniel: That's what Marc told me...
Hank turns and runs out the door. Lance quickly thanks Daniel and runs after Hank. Hank runs out of the centre and Lance runs after him. Lance chases him across to the Spyder where Hank is already in the drivers' seat, with his big, black square shades on and mullet flapping in the breeze.
Lance: Hank...
Hank doesn't look up and puts the car in gear.
Hank: Lance... This is something I have to do myself.
With that he drives off with a screech of the tyres. The camera pans around to the front of the Spyder and we can see Hanks expression filled with hatred. He is driving fast now in the direction of Wonder Palace.
To Be Continued...
Part 3
Monday 14th, 9:23 PM
Wonder Palace
New York
We last left Hank driving towards Wonder Palace amusement park with revenge on his mind. We now find hank pulling up outside a deserted Wonder Palace. A large sign has been put up with the message 'UNDER RE-DEVELOPMENT' painted on. It is dark now and a light rain has been going on for the last 10 minutes. Hank gets out of the Spyder and looks around the area. The place is deserted... There isn't even a bird in the sky.
Hank creeps up to the entrance but there is a big pad-lock and chain locking the gates. Hank creeps along until he finds a place he can climb over. He shimmies up the side of the fence and jump over to the other side. H lands with a gentle thud on the concrete below. He takes out his gun and has it poised and he quietly runs along the ground. He jumps over the ticket turnstile and into the park.
Hank sidles around the side of the Candy Floss stall and stops dead in the shadows. There is a group of 8 gang members coming his way. He is filled with a sudden feeling if shock as he sees they have caught Jake. They stop at the bottom of the Ferris wheel and tie his hands up with rope. Hank takes a shot at the but deliberately misses. The shot scares them as they look around for where it came from. Hank takes another shot and this time they run for cover, leaving Jake all by himself. Hank calls to Jake... Jake spots where hank is and as Hank lays down cover fire, Jake runs towards him.
The gang take up positions behind various other stalls and carts. Hank looks behind the corner of the stall and quickly ducks back as he gets shot at. Hank and Jake are bogged down behind the Candy Floss stall with enemies approaching them. Unknown to Hank and Jake, one of the gang members has sneaked around the Ferris wheel and takes a shot at Jake. The bullet hits him in the shoulder and he falls to the floor. Hank quickly turns round and instinctively aims at the gang member. The gang member aims at Hank but before he can shoot, Hank shoots him. He falls to the floor. Hank dives to the ground next to Jake and checks the wound.
Hank: You're gonna be fine... hang in there man...
With the approaching men getting nearer and nearer, Hank thinks this is the end when suddenly a loud crash can be heard. Hank turns around and sees the Spyder crashing through the entrance gates and skidding to a halt and short distance away from him. Lance is at the wheel.
Lance: Whoooo hooooo!
Lance jumps out of the Spyder with the big gun from the safety exhibition. Lance stands next to the Spyder and just goes wild with the gun, firing at anything in sight. Several gang men go down as the others run for cover. Hank uses this pause in enemy fire to ring an ambulance for Jake. Meanwhile Lance has come across to them. He grins at Hank.
Hank: What took you so long?
Lance: You know me, I got held up with a babe...
Lance jumps from round the corner and hits one of the buttons on the side panel and 'I'm Still Standing' by Elton John suddenly blurts out of the small speaker.
"I'm still standing,
Yeah, yeah, yeah..."
Sounds throughout the immediate area. Lance hits the button again to stop but accidentally also presses another button. A missile shoots towards the popcorn cart, where 3 men are hiding behind. The cart explodes in a small red fireball. The 3 men fly through the air and lands on the floor, dead.
Several moments later and all the gang members lay dead or inactive on the floor. Hank walks up behind Lance,
Hank: Good to see ya buddy...
Lance: Didn't think I'd miss out on all the fun did you?
Suddenly a screech of tyres alerts them to a speeding Porsche, driving out of the park. Before it gets out of viewing distance, Hank can just make out Cleetus at the wheel. Hank turns and runs toward the Spyder. He stops and looks at Jake.
Jake: Go!
Hank jumps into the drivers seat as Lance comes running up and gets in the passenger seat. He spins the car round, through 180 degrees and speeds off in pursuit of Cleetus who is already pulling off onto the main road. Hank manages to close the gap but Cleetus is still quite far ahead. Cleetus is dangerously weaving in and out of other cars now as he starts going over the speed limit and 'Danger Zone' by Kenny Loggins fades in.
Hank: Your not getting away this time...
Cleetus slows down as he nearly smashes into the back on a car and quickly turns down an alleyway to his right. Hank starts beeping his horn, hoping other drivers might take notice and move. He narrowly misses a car as he skids round into the alleyway. They can see Cleetus nearing the end of the alleyway and he knocks several dustbins flying. Lance hoists himself up in his seat and whips out his gun. He starts shooting at the Porches wheels but misses.
"Highway to the danger zone,
Right into the danger zone."
Cleetus turns right and starts driving down a one way street. Hank pulls out of the alleyway and as he starts turning right as another car has to swerve to avoid them. Hank carries on speeding up the one way street as the other cars swerve and narrowly miss him. Cleetus drives right through the next junction, even though other cars were turning to come down the street. Hank quickly swerves to the right and drives over the sidewalk. He drives through the junction as Lance madly signals to everyone to get out of the way.
"Highway to the danger zone,
Take you right into the danger zone."
Cleetus is speeding up a long stretch of road now, weaving in and out of other cars. Hank puts his foot on the gas some more and starts closing the gap. Cleetus crosses the middle of the road and starts driving up the wrong side of the street. Hank manages to get up more of less even with him. Cleetus makes a sudden turn onto a side street and causes another car to crash into the car in front. Hank skids through 180 degrees and shoots through the gap in the traffic and on to the side street.
"Highway to the danger zone,
I'll take you right into the danger zone."
Lance fires a couple more shots at the Porsche and manages to smash the rear windscreen. They come to the end of the street and Hank soon realises that he is heading in the direction of the Brooklyn Bridge. As Cleetus makes a left he causes another car to skid to a halt. Hank continues to follow him and is closing the gap every second. Soon they are right behind him but as they come to another junction and Cleetus shoots straight through, Hank has to skid to a halt to stop smashing into another car.
"Highway to the danger zone,
Gonna take you right into the danger zone,
Highway to the danger zone,
Right into the danger zone..."
Hank drives around the car and across the junction and can see Cleetus further ahead, nearing the Brooklyn Bridge. Cleetus takes a right followed by a left and drives onto the Brooklyn Bridge on ramp. Hank and Lance aren't too far behind and several seconds later drive on to the on ramp. They are speeding along to the Brooklyn Bridge now and Hanks mullet is flapping wildly in the wind. Hank swerves past one car, cuts across another and steps on the gas.
They are on the Brooklyn Bridge now. The camera changes to show a side view of the bridge. The Spyder is in chase of the Porsche and in the distance is a partially blocked sun, shining down on the water. Cleetus narrowly misses another car, which causes him to his brakes. Finally, Hank manages to pull up alongside Cleetus who starts bumping into the side of them. Hank bumps him back. They are half way across the Brooklyn Bridge now and in a fight to get in front.
The line of cars in front suddenly stop and there is only one lane free. Cleetus speeds up some more but Hank speeds up as well and manages to just pull in front of Cleetus. They are only seconds away from the traffic jam and Hank quickly pulls in front of Cleetus. Cleetus instinctively swerves and before he can put his brakes on drives off the side of the bridge. All the cars around stop and the drivers look as Cleetus, in the Porsche, flies from the bridge and quickly begins to drop to the sea. The Porsche crashes into sea and sends water flying everywhere. Lance and Hank jump out of the Spyder and run to the edge of the bridge. They get there just in time to see the Porsche sinking under the water as loads of air bubbles rush to the surface. Lance looks at Hank who has taken his shades off. His eyes are deep with hatred and relief but Lance can also tell he didn't want it to end this way. What little sun there is shining down over the bridge and the scene fades out.
When the scene opens again Lance and Hank are stood next to Ed's grave in the Eternal Rest Burial Grounds.
Tuesday 10th, 1:11 PM
Eternal Rest Burial Grounds
Upstate New York
Lance: We got the Tag Titles match in a few days time...
Hank: Yeah?
Lance: It's a great opportunity...
Hank: it’s a fantastic opportunity... Can you imagine... Vice Squad – NAW Tag Team Champions..
Lance: Would be totally radical man...
Hank: We are just so damn good...
Lance: ...Are you ok?
Hank: Yeah...
Lance: Looking forward to the match?
Hank: Damn skippy.. The match is in the bag buddy. We’ve beat them before, hell we beat them in their own specialty.. They think we like to live by the rules, like they brought us down to their level or something. No, we have no problem playing dirty.. Just ‘cos we enforce the rules on the streets doesn’t necessarily mean we can’t fight rough.They think we are hardcore or something just ‘cos we don’t need to win every match by putting someone through a table.. But we’ve had plenty of experience in that arena.. Tables, ladders, chairs, cells, hell we even took place in the infamous FAW Toy Shop Match and kicked ass, might I add!
Lance: You said it man. They think we don’t dare break the rules or something, no, that’s not it at all.. real men play and win by the rules. Look at them.. They don’t even deserve the shot. They couldn’t even beat The V-List to qualify for the shot… They have to rely on gifts and hand outs to even be in with a chance of winning the titles. Yes, they are the UWL Tag Champs but look at who they had to beat… look at how they did it. They have to rely on extreme violence to win their matches.. We have the talent and the skills and damn it, the stone cold desire to win matches on our own merits.
Hank: Do you know what I find funny.. One of the first times we heard from the BCB they claimed that they cared not for gold and trinkets yet here they are pining over their Tag Title shot..
Lance: And begging for another violent match to make it easy for them.
Hank: Exactly my friend.. You know, they may leave a path of breadcrumb sized destruction where they go but it’s the mark of true talent to win a normal match. Look at Gunner, he’s a great champion and he’s proved that match after match. He doesn’t need a chair or a table to prove his worth. And like, Gunner, we will be great Tag Champs. And once we are NAW Tag Champs, we will be going after their UWL Tag Titles so that a team worthy to hold them with prestige can carry and defend them.
Lance: You said it Hank. And we’ve had a few days off work, we'll be in tiptop condition and after an episode like this, we'll be ready for anything they could possibly bring to court... And on top of everything else, this is our chance to get a little revenge for Jimmy.
Hank: Funk yeah! They made the gravest mistake when they chose to lay harm to Jimmy.. This is our chance to exact a little revenge. A lot of revenge in fact.. I’m gonna enjoy fighting them all over that arena and beating them again at their own specialty.. I’m gonna enjoy breaking them in half and winning those belts in the process. We might be playing the match by their rules but we’re gonna make it our match.. we can use the stipulation to our advantage. I know Jimmy will be watching the match from hospital and he’s gonna see us prove yet again, why we are the best funking team in NAW
Lance: It’s on like donkey kong
Hank pauses and takes one last look at Ed’s grave.
Hank: Jimmy… Ed... This win will be for you...
'Don't You Forget About Me' by Simple Minds begins to play in the background.
"Baby, Don't you forget about me,
Don't, don't, don't, don't,
Don't you forget about me..."
Lance: Perry won't be very pleased with us... He'll go off the wall...
Hank: Maybe... But... At least Ed can rest in peace now...
Lance turns around and starts to walk away. Hank takes one last look at Ed's grave before turning and catching up to Lance. A wide shot shows them walking off with the sun shining down on them.
Lance: If I die... I want 'Here lies Lance Carter and he's funking annoyed!'
Hank: Me, I want... 'Buried Alive'
The scene fades out as the music fades off. After several seconds of a black screen, a new scene fades in. The image is slightly blurry. The only sounds are that of the docks and a shrill wind blowing through the trees. The scene itself is of a small shore type area with the busy Brooklyn Bridge in the background. Underneath the bridge we can see a large crane on a boat, obviously searching for the sunken Porsche. The camera pans down and reveals a man lying on the gravelled shore. He is soaked to the bone, his clothes are ripped and he is unconscious. It is Cleetus. As soon as the scene came in, it fades back out to black.
The End...