Wikihood/eps/3

Summary

Surprise, bitch. I bet you thought you'd seen the last of me

Transcript

{Open on a cellphone ringing with a midi rendition of the "No More Brothers" remix of "Living on my Own" by Freddie Mercury. It sounds awful. Leigh wakes up with a quick yelp and answers the phone. He has a full head of hair of glorious silver hair.}

LEIGH: You've reached the house of the... Screw it I can't be arsed. Hello?

NED: {Through phone} Remo? I just heard you were in that plane that was hijacked the other day...

{Cut to Ned, setting up A DDR machine in his high rise appartment.}

NED: You alright, bro?

LEIGH: Uh... Yeah, I'm...

{Cut to remolay sitting in his bed a close-up on his face}

LEIGH: No... No I'm stuck in Townindale, I got fired for not showing up on the first day and I'm living in back of a wig maker's shop. Job hunt's not going well.

NED: Dang, that's rough, bro. At least you've got Maddie. right?

{Camera slowly zooms out showing he is alone in bed, which is just an old mattress in a nearly empty room}

LEIGH: Yeah, about that. You know how supportive she's been with me and my constant job issues... Well she uh... She finally got sick of it and left me. I don't blame her, honestly.

NED: {sighs} Look, I'll help you out a bit. Check your bank account, get yourself a nice suit, and the rest should pay rent for a couple of months.

LEIGH: Ned, I don't deserve it. You can't keep bailing me out.

{Cut back to ned as he turns on the Dance Dance Revolution machine}

NED: You don't deserve it, but I'm doing it anyway. I know you can do it, bro. Go out there and make me proud.

{Ned presses the start button, the "DANCE DANCE REVOLUTION" yell plays}

LEIGH: Alright... Thanks brother.

{fade to black. The song "Loser" by Beck begins. The word WIKIHOOD appaear on screen with the second loop of the Riff, shortly followed by the sound of an electric shaver. Cut to the front of the wigmaker shop as the beat starts. Leigh walks out the door, Bald once more. A guy with a boombox walks by and Loser beings to fade out. Leigh looks at the boombox guy funny, and walks off to a tailor.}