So, we wrote this treatment. We had 7 days to get it together. We got it together. AJ, my writing partner is a warhorse.
The people we submitted it to didn't like it. As I was driving my daughter home from school today, she made it pretty clear to me that our plot was a little too sophisticated for your typical action crowd. Hey, I like action movies. I like the odd heist. I would have loved to have seen this thing developed. This wasn't some sloppy Frankenstein's monster, this was a plot I could get behind. Furthermore, the development into a script would have really smoothed it out. The story is dope. The level of violence injected into this thing was heavy, and I couldn't wait to go heavier.
Understand what we were up against:
The plot had to be titled THE FINAL SCORE. The plot had to do with a STADIUM. We were supposed to work from a roster of actors like JASON STATHAM or DANIEL CRAIG.
I believe that we did good. If there is a weakness, it is that the main character (BYRON) needs a bit of the fleshing out. That is why this is a treatment and not a full script. Holy smokes, I was ready for it.
Also, there are criminals in this thing that all deserve future development. In fact, I have already started with one grouping. I'm telling you, I get giddy when I think of the potential. Their loss.
So I was prepared to let it go. But then again we had to sign a contract saying that all of our ideas could very well be replicated "accidentally". With that notion in mind, I am going to post the whole thing here.
Lastly, even though we have signed away on the contract, the contract stipulated that the material had not been published at our time of submission. Now that the submission time is complete, I am publishing it. Why? I am proud of it and I have nothing better to do with it.
Looking forward to seeing what treatment they did actually go with. I guess we'll know next summer.
If you have any questions, feel free to find and contact me. Probably the best bet would be through Twitter.
Here is the treeatment:
THE FINAL SCORE
Byron Templeton, unfairly fired head of stadium security has both a rugby riot
and a violent heist to deal with, no matter what the final score is, he is out
of a job tomorrow.
On his last day before “retirement,” BYRON TEMPLETON, head of security for the
Silver Backs Stadium, stumbles on to a plot to rob the stadium’s proceeds for
the championship RUGBY ASSOCIATION CUP. The thieves, disguised as BYRON’s own
security men, actually have two targets in sight: The Gate and concessions cash
and the CEO’s secret illegal gambling room cash that BYRON himself doesn’t even
knows exists. By the time the game is over, BYRON’s attempt to foil the heist
has left a trail of dead bodies in his wake, not to mention his own. The money
is nowhere to be found. Months later, when the stadium is being rebuilt, the
money is pulled from the debris by BYRON and his team. BYRON masterminded the
THE FINAL SCORE
by talking magpies (AJ and Peter)
– An older version of BYRON in a posh hotel bedroom. A woman is obscured in the sheets of the bed
behind him. He opens up a Wikipedia Page, “SBU HEIST 2005.”
2005 GAME DAY - As the final R A CUP Silver Backs
United vs Cronies game is about to start all hooligans are rowdy, drinking
and ready for trouble. Massive amounts of beer have been consumed. Police in
riot gear are everywhere searching lines of fans as they enter the stadium. The
crowd is thick.The air is electric. The
seats are packed. BYRON
TEMPLETON (Jason Statham - A fit man in his mid-to late 40s), head of stadium
security, checks in with the riot police and
has them shift their positioning. If it is going to explode, it is coming from
the SBU and Cronies hooligan sections behind the goals on the right and left
sides of the field. The SBU Hooligans throw beer cans and debris out on the
field. Game start is delayed while they clean up the debris. Some Hooligans
jump to the field and brawl. The police chase them off. The air is tense.
- BYRON, security chief for the
Silver Backs United (SBU) Football team is two months from being “retired.” His
boss, Mr. ELKES, SBU CEO (Michael Ironsides - An overweight, cigar-chomping man
in his 60s), harshly fires BYRON. No severance pay. BYRON is no longer employed
or welcome, effective at the end of the season, two months from now.
night before, a handful of die-hard SBU hooligans smuggled baseball bats into
the previous night’s championship match and hospitalized several Cronies fans.
Retaliation talk is all over the news.
ELKES needs a scapegoat to be in place for the rest of the season, immediately.
BYRON has been pre-emptively blamed.
sees the chaos that’s coming. The rivalry between SBU fans and Cronies fans has
led to bar brawls and drunken street fights throughout Upton Park. There have also
been stabbings. The violence is escalating to unprecedented levels. The
potential for a full-blown sports riot is in the air. BYRON knows that the last
game is going to be an explosive situation. Extra police are being flown in.
This is going to cost somebody, bigtime. BYRON just has to keep the stadium
secure until and through the final game.
leaves Mr. ELKE’s office dejected. BYRON passes by STELLA (Courteney Cox- A pretty, dark-haired, mid-forties bookworm
who is visibly shy) who works in the main gate money room. “Not good, eh?” she
asks. “I don’t worry about me. I worry about my mother.” BYRON says.STELLA looks down and says nothing.
2005 GAME DAY - As the crowd settles for the
game to begin, DAVIS (Eric Bana – A large man who hunches his shoulders), a maintenance
worker, makes his way with a mop to a back passage. The hall is parallel to a
VIP room that sells hotdogs and accepts illegal bets on the game. DAVIS opens
up a caged secure area, walks to the end of it, and cuts a hole in the drywall
exposing a Pneumatic tube pipe. He then hangs a large, canvas sack against the
pipe. Directly above the bag he hacksaws a hole in the tubing and drills in a
bolt at such an angle that the delivery tubes are ejected into the bag instead
of going to their tubular destination. DAVIS waits to make sure that the tubes
land securely before exiting the passage and locking the cage door behind him.
DAVIS exits a maintenance closet and goes back to mopping.
GAME DAY KICK
OFF. The game begins with typical R A CUP fanfare and the Silver Backs progress
with an immediate score. The teams are so amped that they are both playing some
fantastic Rugby. The Cronies fire back with a score of their own. Appearances
are looking good on the exterior of the stadium, and the crowd has been
enters the Gate/Concessions money room to check on STELLA. BYRON has a gut
feeling that something today is going to go wrong.He discretely gives STELLA a .38, "To
protect yourself, remember, BRASS: Breathe, relax, aim, squeeze and shoot. It
will save your life."He leaves and
she sighs and puts the gun in her desk.
BYRON checks behind the scenes. He patrols the food storage area before moving
on to maintenance supplies. While passing the cage he hears something. BYRON opens
the cage with his skeleton key and finds DAVIS’s hole in the wall bolt and the bag
of ejected tubes. One of them missed the bag and lies on the floor. BYRON opens
the contents to find a thousand pounds in large bills. He closes it, placing it
in the bag before making his way back to the closet, locking the cage door and
exiting back to the game.
same time CARL (Steve Zahn - an obnoxious tough guy), ADAM (Chris Pine – A hulking,
swaggering rugby player), HAMMERSCHMIT
(Walton Goggins- A screw-loose psychopath), and four muscular henchmen in security uniforms are cleared to pass the
initial security check to enter the stadium. They make their way to the back
rooms waving security passes through all check points and finally storm the
Gate/Concessions money room.
star-player FREDERICK accidentally scores against his team and all hell breaks
loose on the field The players from the SBU and the Cronies break into
fisticuffs. Hooligans pour onto the field and join in. People get seriously
hurt. FREDERICK and other players punch and push their way through the fracas.
The riot police try to calm the crowd. Violence has broken out in the stands.
It is spilling through the stadium. Fists are flying and bodies are being
thrown about. Bleeding hooligans tend to their wounds on the sidelines. “The
police don’t look like they will have control of the situation any time soon,”
says the British announcer.
ADAM and their team bust through the door of the Main Gate Cash Room, STELLA
shrieks and is too afraid to reach for or use the .38, which is hidden in her desk
within her reach. The Security that is in the room stands down, outnumbered. They
are zip-tied and kicked to the floor. CARL holds STELLA at gunpoint and begins
to rifle through the area organizing the cash haul.After quickly counting up a considerable
amount of dough CARL and company realize, “Where’s all the money, this is only
a few hundred grand.” CARL looks up. There are four accountants lined up
against the wall. They are all frail and bespectacled. CARL steps toward them.
Meanwhile, BYRON returns from his rounds to Security head office
and sees that CARL and co. have cut the video feed CCTV. He fills ELKES in on
the issues he has observed, omitting the money chute. ELKES thanks BYRON for
the information. He is visibly nervous.
stands by while HAMMERSCHMIDT and the four musclebound thugs beat the four
accountants to death, one at a time. Throwing them about the room and breaking
furniture, all while demanding the whereabouts of the real money. ADAM tries to intervene, and is roughed up
by one of the henchmen. The accountants obviously don’t know. Their deaths are
wasteful and unnecessary. STELLA is now the only staff member in the Gate Money
Room that is still alive. During the beatings she witnessed, she gathered
courage enough to reach for the gun BYRON gave her and hide it in her belt.
asked at gunpoint, STELLA, gives up the secret Gambling
Money Room where illegal bets are taken. CARL, ADAM and HAMMERSCHMIDT have
STELLA lead the way and leave the rest of the crew in the Gate Money Room. As
CARL and his group move through the back passageways they regret splitting up the
a full-on brawl, they burst into the Gambling Money Room and it turns out to be
several elderly women counting large piles of cash with state of the art
counting machines. CARL and ADAM secure the room, and begin consolidating all
of the cash on one table. It’s a very small haul. Where is the big cash?
Word on the street is that the game is fixed in favor of the Cronies, but there
should still be considerably more dough than this in the oven.
ADAM finds the wall-safe, massive, behind a tapestry. HAMMERSCMHIDT sets
explosives that he always carries on gigs, “Just in case.”
asks them why they don't just open it, Mr. ELKES combination is in his office,
it’s in the upper right corner of the left drawer of his desk.
volunteers to get it. He runs several halls to ELKE’s office. CARL looks at
HAMMERSCHMIDT, neither really trust ADAM, and HAMMERSCHMIDT tosses a grenade to
CARL “Just in case.” CARL tears after ADAM to make sure everything goes well in
AGO - In 2003 ADAM FREEMASON and FREDERICK SAXON, both top players for SBU,
were caught with performance enhancing drugs in their systems. ELKES bribed the
profit-hungry members of The National Rugby Board and they in turn, chose not
to suspend both players. If both players were suspended from the top team in
the league, the season would be thrown. FREDERICK refused to negotiate. ADAM
got the 3 year suspension, and FREDERICK was allowed to continue playing. It
destroyed their friendship.
BACK TO THE
HEIST: BYRON enters Gambling Money Room room with back up security and they
confront HAMMERSCMIDT and the four musclebound men. STELLA hits the floor. BYRON,
under attack, viciously gouges and impacts his way through the four muscle men
out with his krav maga fighting skills. BYRON then attacks HAMMERSCMIDT. This
is a protracted, violent fight that completely destroys the room, and several
digits of HAMMERSCMIDT’s right hand. When BYRON finally breaks HAMMERSCHMIDT’s
neck, he is completely exhausted. STELLA makes her presence known and tells
BYRON that CARL has taken off after ADAM who is headed to ELKE’s office.
ELKES, from elsewhere
in the stadium, starts calling BYRON on his cellphone. ELKES wants an update. BYRON
states that the Gate Money Room is secure but there is no money, and no one in
the room. ELKES realizes out loud, “Shit, they’re hitting the gambling room.”
BYRON, then asks “What gambling room?”
point in the game, Frederick brutally head-butts one of the Cronies and the
crowd goes wild. It is as if FREDERICK is obstinately trying to ruin the final game.
FREDERICK gets red-carded. BYRON rushes out of the Gate Money Room to find rich
mobsters, and several young upstart pop stars from the expensive box seats
calling their uniformed security for safe passage out of the violent stadium.
The physical fights between SBU fans and Cronies fans has turned into a pulsing
mob and blocks the escape route for the box-seat holders. The private box-seat
security detail, in official uniforms, beat on some of the fans to clear a
path. This is seen as a police attack by the hooligans and there is a new surge
against the police throughout the stadium. The throng of hooligans gets through
the security detail and beat on several of the rich box-seat fans, with
specific focus on the swaggering pop stars. It’s a total free for all.
intent on securing the combination to the safe, has entered Mr. ELKE’s office,
and has been tearing the desk apart, looking for it. ELKES walks in and
realizes ADAM is searching his office. He turns to run and ADAM holds a gun
he’s found in ELKE’s desk.
when you put me on suspension?”
stalls, “That was the boards’ decision.”
shakes his head, “I blame you. It’s so crazy out there that today I can get
away with this.” ADAM shoots ELKES in the left thigh. ELKES drops to the floor,
and drags himself away from ADAM.
know you are in on the ripoff. This means you know about what happened to the
accountants. This is for them.” ADAM then shoots ELKES in his right leg, the
back of the knee. ELKES lets a tiny, high pitched scream out, and tries to
crawl more. The tears are running down his cheeks. He’ll never walk properly
Give me the combination to the safe and I might forget who was at fault.”
AGO - With no savings, BYRON’s
finances have officially fallen apart. BYRON, recently divorced, made $150,000
a year. He has no union, no pension, and no more benefits. How will he cover
his in-patient, cancer-ridden mother’s treatment? All that will have to change,
now that ELKES’s has fired him.
at the hospital, BYRON and his mother talk about GEORGIE (Topher Grace – A
squirrelly, obnoxious guy). GEORGIE is BYRON’s wayward brother, and he’s been
missing for a week. BYRON knows that GEORGIE owes a lot of money for a drug
deal that went sideways. A lot of money went missing. There were questions.
sleuths in his free time, checking GEORGIE’s old haunts because he is sure he
is still alive and in town. BYRON leaves a message for DAVIS, GEORGIE’s best
friend, who is head janitor in the offices at the Stadium.
soon traces GEORGIE down to a thug named CARL. BYRON muscles his way into
CARL’s warehouse. CARL threateningly tells BYRON that he owns GEORGIE and
GEORGIE’s debt now. GEORGIE is also running up a
heroin tab at CARL’s house so CARL has had GEORGIE “do things” in order to
cover the expenses. CARL says that BYRON can buy GEORGIE out of his debt for a
half a million pounds. BYRON is then thrown out of the warehouse by CARL’s
muscular goons. BYRON places another missed call with DAVIS.
depressed, hits his favorite bar for a drink. He observes SBU star-player FREDERICK
SAXON, partying hard with the bar-owner and local underworld king MOSES (MOE) THE
MAN-HANDLER (Mickey Rourke – A well-built older man that can handle himself).
BYRON eavesdrops and hears MOE blackmail FREDERICK over his cocaine use. MOE then
promises FREDERICK 100,000 pounds to throw the final game of the Football
Association Cup. If FREDERICK can help to achieve the FINAL SCORE of 30 to 20,
he’ll receive triple the amount he is being offered. Whatever the case, SBU has
to lose the Rugby World Cup. FREDERICK heads to the can. MOE calls ELKES and
tells him the fix is on.
FREEMASON, suspended-SBU player,
purposefully shoulder-checks FREDERICK SAXON at the
bar, they meet eyes and leave the bar to take a walk. FREDERICK thinks that
ADAM might have heard the blackmail talk. ADAM might have heard about
FREDERICK’s plan to sabotage the upcoming game. FREDERICK, however, owes ADAM for refusing to negotiate at the
suspension board-meeting. FREDERICK
knows ADAM is almost out of money, and tells him he has found a way to make up for what he owes him: to “make it right.”
both athletes to a coffee shop
where ADAM and FREDERICK meet DAVIS whose face has been beaten to a pulp. DAVIS explains around a chipped tooth that he was pistol-whipped by CARL. CARL also told
DAVIS he can “buy his boyfriend GEORGIE
back” for half a million pounds. BYRON, eavesdropping, finds the confirmation
about GEORGIE shocking, and he is visibly shaken.
listens on. It turns out that the stadium is going to be demolished and rebuilt
next summer. Before security goes completely high tech, DAVIS explains, they
could get a small crew of 10 guys together, and rob the Main Gate Cash they
might score at least half a million pounds. DAVIS always
daydreamed of robbing the Stadium and has just learned where the illegal
gambling room is. It’s assumed to be
heavily guarded so they’ll need someone with muscle to handle this room. DAVIS
knows a woman, a professional, with a team of high-end muscle, she runs them
like her own personal action-figures. They will be perfect for the job. If
DAVIS can bring CARL in on the heist, he knows he can get GEORGIE out of debt.
FREDERICK has an idea of a diversion for their escape. BYRON stops
eavesdropping, and makes his presence known. He sagely reminds them where their
loyalties are (The SBU and the sport of rugby) and to remain true to
THE HEIST: CARL, has taken a wrong turn and is disoriented, running through the
stadium through a chaotic concession area. He uses a walkie-talkie to try and
ADAM is in
the middle of ruthlessly beating and throwing ELKES around his own office.
Radio-silence from ADAM makes CARL panic. CARL radios for two of his henchmen to
meet him, once he determines where ELKES’ office is.
office, ADAM is still negotiating with ELKES for the combination to the safe.
ELKES screams that he was not responsible for ADAM’s being caught doping. He
whimpers that FREDERICK may not have been as valuable a player but he was less
of a liability. ADAM swings ELKES above his head towards the ceiling and lets
ELKES drop to the desk. ELKES offers a slip of paper with the safe combination.
ADAM thanks him but he is committed to finishing the job. He punches ELKES in
the face, systematically, with dead-eyed indifference till ELKES is
unrecognizable and dead. ADAM wipes his knuckles off and exits. There are
maniacal fans running everywhere. Someone is on fire. ADAM returns to the safe room,
running into CARL and the henchmen on the way.
There is a strong surge of police
presence. Helicopters hover above and military are lowered into the field. Rows
and rows of zip-tied fans and hooligans are lined up on the stadium field.
Multiple vans remove those being arrested. Soon, throughout the stadium, some
semblance of order has been created. The riot police and common sense have won
AGO - STELLA and BYRON lie in bed and playfully argue about the virtues of
Barbados versus Mexico. The tone is
wishful thinking. They joke about the policy of not dating fellow employees.
on television at the end of the bed:
have won their latest game against the Cronies and the teams are tied in the
series for the R A Cup. Whoever wins the next game takes the trophy. However,
there was a violent Cronies riot after the game. The police marched and used
tear gas and rubber bullets. Multiple fans and police were hospitalized.
Several police cars were flipped and burned by rowdy Cronies fans.
prices are slated to double in price, for the last game. The news is delivered,
publically on television by ELKES, who is the public fall-guy for the team’s
owners. The news is ablaze with the potential violence that could break out if
the Cronies win. Reserve police officers are being flown in from all around the
country. Police warn fans of potential violence. But the games must go on.
AGO. ELKES, who’s had some heavy coaching from MOE, is still on the fence and wants
to know how the word got on the street that the game is fixed. The big plan is
that the Final Score will be 20 to 30 in favor of the Cronies. Bets have been
coming in favoring the fix. MOE tells ELKES that a member of CARL’s heist crew
may have let the news slip to some of his musclehead, merc friends at the gym. (Yes,
CARL brought MOE in on the heist and MOE brought it back to ELKES.) However,
the mob fix is locked in. Regardless of the numbers it’s a win-win situation.
Another piece of the pie is that ELKES makes up for any loses with his fat robbery-insurance
TO THE HEIST: BYRON is in a brutal fight with CARL’s two henchmen. BYRON beats
them both to death with his bare hands in front of a crowd of onlookers near a
concessions stand. There are several riot police who have taken notice. BYRON
runs at ADAM and brings him down. ADAM fumbles with BYRON, who gets up and runs
away. CARL and ADAM both turn and race to the Gambling Money room to escape the
police, and take a crack at the safe.
and ADAM run one way and BYRON uses his skeleton key on the first
interconnected-office door he can find. Who will reach STELLA and the money
hears someone coming down the corridor and points the .38 at the door. When
BYRON comes in and STELLA sees it’s him she says, “Oh it’s you.” CARL plows
into the room directly after BYRON. Six policemen enter the room in riot gear
immediately behind CARL. CARL turns and opens fire on the police, before
crouching behind a desk. STELLA has her gun, but crouches to the floor,
dropping it. As the gunfight continues, Money, papers and blood flecks fly
through the air. CARL pulls the pin from the grenade HAMMERSCHMIDT handed him
and lobs it into the center of the remaining officers. The blast is small but
strong enough to rip the drywall off the walls and blow part of the room out. Bodies
hit the floor, some covering STELLA with dead weight. Unable to stand she looks
across to see BYRON’s unmoving on the floor.
the grenade exploded at the end of several lengthy cement passageways, the
blast is relatively contained and causes no alarm among the officers patrolling
that area of the stadium.
the violence has settled throughout the stadium. The crowds are orderly. The last minutes of the game go on. The
Silver Backs United win the series and
everyone realizes the game wasn't fixed. MOE got the FINAL SCORE he wanted but
with Silver Backs winning.
explosion shakes the stadium, the explosives that HAMMERSCHMIT put on the safe.
By the time the police find its source, and security realizes that the robbers
got away scot-free, there is no trace of the money except what was burnt in the
in the illegal money room had been huge. There are wounded and dead bodies all
over the stadium. Several witnesses (including STELLA) state to the police that
BYRON was attacked and killed during the rioting. There were bodies burnt
beyond recognition in the illegal money room. On paper, BYRON is dead. The stadium
exits its patrons peacefully.
THREE MONTHS LATER.The stadium is demolished, blown to bits and a construction crew clears
away debris. A floor is pulled open by four men and several large bags are removed
and placed into a van. Once inside the van, ADAM, BYRON, FREDERICK, DAVIS,
STELLA and GEORGIE are ready to celebrate their newfound fortune.
man, reading the SBU Heist 2005 Wikipedia page, opens the option to edit the page.It reads that upwards of 8 million pounds were
stolen, BYRON changes it to “an unknown amount.”
pokes her head up from under the sheets in the background. She makes her way
forward to read what older BYRON is doing. Then she realizes, familiarly.
you change that every time they adjust it? You can’t change all the facts.
Someone can look it up somewhere else.” She says.
WHEN CARL, ADAM and BYRON race to the safe room, BYRON evasively hits the floor
seconds before the shootout takes place, finding as much cover as possible.
STELLA hits the ground too, safe. After the grenade blast, BYRON unlocks the
wall safe with the combination that he took from ADAM when he tackled him.
BYRON and STELLA both pull up the floorboards in the center of the room and
push the money bags in. BYRON then stacks furniture from the room directly
above the flooring housing the money. BYRON changes into civilian clothes, and puts
on a tight, low-fitting ballcap. Then STELLA sets a makeshift timer on the wall-safe
with a flare she finds on one of the dead officers. Outside of what is left of
the office, they find ADAM, who is now dressed as a police officer in riot
gear. ADAM escorts them from the crime scene. Elsewhere, DAVIS unlocks the cage
door, enters, and slings the swollen canvas bag over his shoulder like Santa
Clause. He re-locks the cage and dumps the contents into a 35 gallon trashcan
with a lid on a dolly. He wheels it away, whistling.
like to have some control over the final score.” Byron answers.
Here is another short story I am working on. I am going to have to let you behind the curtain so you can see how it is being assembled.
It started with a conversation with my wife about the failure of haunted house. I was speculating out loud that it would be good if you saw the things in the house before the people moved in. That the psychological tension would be cooler if you saw these 2 forces in one house from the beginning. I am sure it has been done before, but maybe I can add to it.
So I went to work on a short story (tick tock, I need 10 by December). I started it off with an odd family in the house, having a showdown with the previous family of the house, and the final reveal that one family is actually a bunch of spirits, forcing a re-read. But what I drafted didn't hit right.
The draft below is a tuning up of that. it is a little unfair to the reader, and that is why I am only calling it a draft. I am setting up the notion of a man murdering his wife and kids in a house, and then suddenly shifting to a story being told about a man, his wife, and kids. The reader will be off their footing for a bit. Also, I have incorporated a couple of horrible tells in a phone conversation at the beginning.
I like it, but I don't. The mechanism is pretty blatant, once you see it. Will my audience be able to hang on all the way through it? They will if I obscure my tracks PROPERLY. Speaking from experience, if the notes are false, the story falls flat. I have gotta sew in one more red herring here.
Speaking of false notes, I had a roommate once who would wrote short stories, back when I was young in the game. He wrote one about a man closing in on his enemy. The enemy was circling the man, chaos ensues. But at the end, when you learn that the "enemy" is a goddamn housefly. Something about misplaced dialogue. I think the dude yells "You will die!" or something, thereby placing the stinky kipper out and tricking the reader into thinking that this was a human exchange. It fell flat, however. I'm sure that if that dude reads this blog, he must realize that I am talking about 1989 here when (as far as I could tell) everything on the planet was young and sophomoric. I questioned the aspects of his storytelling at the time, but I was shot down. I couldn't articulate my issues with my high-school education. However, now I comprehend what the problems were.
Similar problems abound in the draft below. IN fact, I just got done reading through it and I see many things that need to be tightened. Most noticeably being the rage of the COntage family directed towards the father. You'll see. But I think that you will see that if I tighten it up in the right spots, it is gonna sing. Take a gander:
"That would be phenomenal." Ray said. His moustache, perfectly trimmed, kicked up at the right as he smirked into the phone.
"Ok, but afterward we need to discuss the McShiver Bungalo." Beth said.
"You know, we never talked about how weird that street name is. I just. Ummm. I want to get it back out there. Its not too soon." Ray said. Leaning forward into his desk. His paunch, rolling into his lap.
"Ray, I don't even know if its legal. I think that there is a law against this. You are moving too fast. Let me make some phonecalls." She said. She powered into her right turn, keeping it at 50 as she merged into the slow lane on the 101.
"Beth, I don't know what to tell you, its been three months. The only issue is that we have to be absolutely clear about what exactly happened there before we can rent it. The construction and facelift have been completed. New carpet. Fresh paint. We should rent it out now. We'll price it so far below market value, that we will have to secure a renter." Ray hoarsed into the phone. His right hand held a computer mouse, and he was drawing circles with the icon on the Windows 98 logon screen.
"I haven't been on that side of town for awhile. That house just gives me the creeps. I still find it hard to believe that the father killed his entire family because they were about to get evicted. By us." Beth responded. She was weaving through traffic now. Her black BMW was being handled with precision and she talked on the phone.
She was holding the cellphone to her left ear. When Ray, her real estate manager from Royal Blodell called, she got excited. She broke driving laws. That night had been fun. She knew he didn't care, but, he was still there. Maybe for later. Plus, Ray had illuminated the path for more money than Beth had ever expected to see as a beginning realtor. Ray had directly influenced Beth's double tax-bracket jump. The problem was that Ray also had her monitoring certain rental properties that didn't get her any percentage whatsoever. It was the give and the take.
"He was mentally imbalanced. Plus, they had no other family. No safety net." Ray said mutedly through the phone. He was now carefully making squares with the mouse on the login page.
"I really don't understand it. Its good that you don't either. We haven't really had a chance to talk about this, you and I." Beth said. She was at a red light. Her BMW dwarfed by a huge econoline passenger van on her left and a black Chevy Suburban on her right rear corner, trying to squeak by her and make a right hand turn.
"A man that kills his wife and kids is a man that is missing some key elements of his humanity." Ray said.
"Ray, I've gotta go. I'll get to work on it." Beth said. She clicked off and tossed the phone into the passenger seat, missing her purse.
The Contage family had been enjoying the house. They'd moved in 8 weeks prior and they were content. J. Contage, the father, had barely been there for the move-in. It was almost as if he'd left the onus of the settling in on his wife, Cheri. The two pre-teen looking boys had been very pleasant with the move.Mostly because their father hadn't been around. This hadn't been the family's first serious relocation, and the boys had settled in easily.
Cheri Contage didn't like to clean, but she did like to spend a lot of time in the kitchen. She'd allowed a bit of dust to pile up. In fact, she hadn't even dusted when they'd moved in. The family for the most part, had settled in and was happy. The house was a large, early '70s one-story bungalow with four bedrooms, two bathrooms, the aforementioned kitchen and a large dining area that led to a right turn into the living room. The house was at the top of a hill, on a cul de sac. There were several other houses on the McShiver Street, all built during the same era. The neighbors seemed private and "to themselves" enough. The area was quiet.
The Contage family liked the house. They didn't really step out of it during the day. Cheri hadn't even looked for schooling for the boys yet. In some ways, she couldn't be bothered. There were the things that families are supposed to do when they move into a new town and house, but the Contages didn't follow that list. They kept it very quiet. They'd been through a lot. They had some issues that they needed to work out. Cheri knew this. She was ready. Everyone was going to have to say their piece.
Even the boys.
They all handled the move-in very slow. Mr. Contage finally finished whatever business he had out of the area and took up full-time residence in the house after two and a half weeks. He knew what was coming. He'd lingered in some dark places. But he was home now, to face the music. This was what he had signed on for. When he came home, Mr. Contage didn't spend time anywhere else in the house but in the living room.
From there, Mr. Contage scrutinized the street, through the living room window, from the covered easy chair. Sometimes he stood, looking out like a sentinel.
When Cheri would enter the living room, and meet Mr. J. Contage in the eyes, she would scream. Loud enough for the neighbors to hear. High pitched yelps. Screams that said hatred and anger and unforgiveness. Mr. Contage would hang his head. He would shake it sadly.
Otherwise, Cheri dominated the kitchen. Applying her focus to the side of the house and the view that the kitchen window afforded her. The side yard, the overgrown grass, the fence, the stray cat and the neighbor's manicured lawn and idyllic house.
It was rare that Mr and Mrs Contage interacted. The screaming assaults that Cheri delivered were regular. A haunting berating, that Mr. J. Contage took, with no explanation. This family was going to process this. It was as if they had been in such a pattern for a century.
The Contage children, sweetly nicknamed Grub and Moss, tore through the house at all hours. Mrs. Contage and Mr. Contage seemed completely oblivious to the concept of disciplining their children for the noise that they made.
Most peculiar was the raising of shrill notes, the closer the boys got to their father. They would screech, and circle him. Looking up at him, trying to catch his eyes. Screeching louder. Mr. J. Contage would close his sad eyes, shaking his head slowly, as if saying no.
Sometimes, passersby outside would stop and listen perplexedly to the squeals coming from within. They would let it go. Finding ways to dismiss the shrill notes they had sustained.
Then the unwelcome pattern of visitors started.
First it was the black BMW parked out in front of the house. Mr. Contage knew that it was Beth the real estate agent in the car. He knew who she was. He was indifferent to her. She'd set him up with the rental house that they were in. She'd been fair enough, and honest enough. The problem had been with himself. He knew that. He'd handled it badly, and he was paying for it. However, with Beth parked in front of the house, questions were raised. Mr. Contage didn't verbalize these questions, however.
Mr. Contage simply preferred to sit in his easy chair (still covered with a sheet) and, face the front door, waiting for the day that a visitor would come. On the Monday of their 9th week, someone with a key opened the front door and entered the house. Mr. Contage stayed in his chair. He merely looked straight at the woman who had entered the house.
Beth, wearing a black, mid-length skirt, and a tight, white blouse looked into the house, past Mr. Contage. She breathed in deeply.
"This house needs to be dusted." She said.
Cheri Contage took a few cautious steps from the kitchen to the dining room to the living room. She peered around the corner to observe the unwanted guest. Beth took several steps into the house and stood in the center of the living room, not aknowledging Mr. Contage at all. Flustered, he stood. He didn't say a word either, he simply walked past the woman, who rudely ignored him, and he slammed the front door.
Suddenly Beth turned, to Mr. Contage. Wild-eyed. Mr. Contage slowly sideways shuffled back towards his chair, making a large arc around beth. He never took his eyes off of the woman, but she seemed much more interested in what he had done with the door than Mr. Contage. Mr. Contage turned three quarters to the right and caught Cheri's eyes, as they peered around the doorframe. Cheri stepped out from behind her polite waiting place and gesticulated to Mr. Contage to engage with the guest, using both hands, open-palmed, pushing at him lightly. Mr. Contage stared back at her, blankly.Beth, unaware of their interaction, paced quickly to the door, opened it, and stepped outside. At that very moment, Grub and Moss, in a mad game of tag with excessive tag-backs ran through the living room, shrieking and hollering. Louder and shriler as they got closer to Mr. Contage.
Beth stopped outside, listening to the squawking from inside. Finding a way to excuse it. Or understand it.Mr. Contage had turned it slightly, and then sat back down on his chair and was looking out the window. He saw that trespassing Beth had turned back to look at the house after hearing the boys.
Neither Mr. or Mrs. Contage shushed the children. They looked at each other though, and exhanged a look of sadness coupled with a knowing understanding head nod that was a direct reference to their close relationship with each other. Mrs. Contage covered her mouth. Tears started. She turned and went back to the kitchen.
The processing was going to have to wait.
The next day, Beth returned, with a husband and wife pair.
Mr. Contage was furious. He understood why Beth was bringing people by, but it made him want to react. He wanted to do something. Harmful.
When the door opened, and Beth, now wearing black dress slacks and a light creme colored sweater entered, Mr. Contage's face broke into a harrowing, heavily tendoned scowl. He stood up.
Beth and her guests slowly stepped into the house, uninvited.
"Yes, we heard the story. But the price you have it at is worth it. We want to start our own family." The man said.
"We think we can make better memories here." The woman added.
"We're both in school, with the rent this low, we can really live better." The man said.
"It is so spacious." The woman said.
"I understand why the low price, Beth. I really do." The man said.
Mr. Contage walked behind his easy chair. He placed his hands on the back of the chair and gripped the sheet.
"Yes, this place needs to be dusted. But my manager wants to get it out right now. I knew you were in the market. We had to make you a price you couldn't refuse." Beth said.
The couple placed themselves at her left and at her right side. The man was bigger than Mr. Contages. Physically, this man was Mr. Contage's superior. He looked ten years younger too, and was definitely in better physical shape. He was wearing a business suit, and his square, broad shoulders tapering to his slim waist were all accentuated by his expensive, light blue, silk jacket.
Mrs. Contages again, peered around the corner into the living room. She stared at the woman who had come in as a guest of Beth. Cheri looked at the woman's left hand and saw the wedding band. She observed the the fit of the woman's jeans, and her t-shirt. Mrs. Contage cocked her head, perplexed, trying to determine exactly who and what this woman was. But she had also heard the banter. She knew it was time to go.
Mr. Contage looked at Cheri. She nodded at him. Mr. Contage turned back to look down at his hands, gripping the back of the chair. Mr. Contage looked up at the three intruders. His face twisted into that scowl again.He stepped out from behind the chair. Walking directly toward the people that had entered the house. He walked through them, and through the front door.
Mrs. Contage turned and saw the two boys at her left side. They both looked up at her vacantly. She gestured towards the doorway. They both walked through the people in the living room and through the front door, just like their father had.
The people in the living room didn't notice Mr. Contage or his sons passing through them. In fact, they were having some sort of murmured conversation about the people who'd lived in the house before. Something about a murder suicide.
Mrs. Contage stepped out, around the corner, and followed her boys through the door and out of the house. She stopped, directly in front of Beth who was fumbling in her smooth, black leather purse for her cellphone. She had actually taken the strap off of her shoulder and was holding the purse with her left hand to rummage through it with her right. Beth looked straight through Cheri, down into her purse. Cheri, offended, then pulled Beth's purse from her hands and dumped its contents on the ground. Several business cards hit the floor along with a collage of make-up, cellphone, chewing gum, and tissue related mess that cascaded around it.
Cheri then walked through Beth, and through the front door.