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Synopsis

Oh yes, yes again.

Transcript

{Open to a long, sweeping shot of an anonymous town lightly peppered with classical music. The sky is dark grey, the weather overcast. A plane flies over the town, from the right side of the screen to the left. The title pops up - "Wikihood" - then fades. As the title fades, zoom inward to the plane. Multiple passengers can be seen. Cut to the plane itself, then another sweeping shot. The camera reaches a door marked "First Class," which opens to let the camera continue through. Eventually, the camera passes a booth filled with smoke. Two passengers - one dark-skinned Drow and a human - are the focus of the shot.}

LEIGH: {coughs} Man, did I pick a bad time to get on.

{Cut to a shot inside the smoke.}

JULIAN ROSENBERG: Sorry about that, homie. My pops and his friends always pull this kind of shit. It's not like we can jump out again.

LEIGH: Again? I thought it was just the one time!

{Leigh continues coughing.}

JULIAN: It was.

LEIGH: Jesus, I wonder how my brother's doing.

{Cut to a shot of another Drow, who doesn't look too different from Leigh save for lighter-coloured hair. He is in a nice suit, playing Dance Dance Revolution flawlessly. His mouth moves, as if to sing alongside what he is dancing to. Cut back to Leigh and Julian.}

JULIAN: Probably boring legal work.

{On the overhead radio, Africa by Toto plays.}

JULIAN: Woo, my jam!

{Leigh and Julian begin singing the lyrics. Zoom outward, to reveal what's below the plane at the time - a prison - while the music still plays. Cut to the prison, where a human is being escorted by two Orc guards. The prisoner and the two guards stop by an office where a third Orc is present.}

AGROB: Two years' time off for good behaviour? You? I don't believe it!

CHAOS: I don't know if I believe it, either.

KRUSK: Well, I know I have...

{Krusk goes through some papers.}

KRUSK: A release at 3:30 AM. Correct me, if I'm wrong. Felix Abraxas Zabat?

CHAOS: Everyone calls me-

{The third Orc - Philloren - elbows Chaos.}

PHILLOREN: We're not starting this bit.

CHAOS: Ugh, come on! I'm-

{Krusk clears his throat.}

KRUSK: So, did we learn anything?

CHAOS: To not get caught.

{Abgrob smacks Chaos upside the head.}

CHAOS: Ow! Yeah, yeah, to... to not commit any more crimes, be a productive member of society, I know the spiel.

{Short pause.}

KRUSK: That'll do.

AGROB: Let's give him his stuff back, and get this over with. I already had to miss my Welsh terrorists television show 'cause of this assclown.

{Krusk nods.}

CHAOS: Rest assured, I at least have my ride sorted out.

PHILLOREN: I would hope so. You were supposed to be in here for five years.

{Krusk takes out multiple items.}

KRUSK: Black shirt... check. Black jeans... check. Leather belt... check. Skull belt buckle... check. Toshiteck Cassette Player... check. Wallet... check. Credit card... check. Oh, um. Condoms... check. Klaus Nomi cassette... check. And a Ring of Destruction... check. Does all this sound right to you?

{Chaos examines all the items.}

CHAOS: Surprisingly, all still in good shape.

AGROB: It's a shame the ring doesn't fit my pinky.

{Chaos frowns. Then, a buzz is heard outside. All eyes turn to a window, the camera following suit. In the distance, an ice cream truck can be spotted.}

KRUSK: Nice ride, eh?

{The ice cream truck gets closer, playing La Cucaracha through use of a horn.}

CHAOS: What the-

???: YO, CHAOS! OVER HERE!

{Chaos visibly shakes.}

CHAOS: {voiceover} No no no no no no no no. This has got to be a mistake-

{A blond-haired man gets out of the truck. He appears in his mid-20's, wearing a red-and-blue bowling shirt and acid-washed jeans. He approaches Chaos, warmly embracing him.}

???: Chaos, mon! I missed ya!

PHILLOREN: I take it you know this guy?

???: Know 'im? Hah, of course 'e knows me! I'm 'is guardian!

{The tan-skinned man shakes every guard's hand.}

LEX: My name's Lex, and I'm 'is ride!

{Chaos closes his eyes and sighs.}

CHAOS: Let's just get the hell out of here.

{Chaos runs off. Lex slowly, but surely, follows him.}

CHAOS: {whispering} I thought you "found a sick new ride that would be super dope."

LEX: This is a sick new ride! Well, after one o' my pals helped touch up on all th' things in it.

{Chaos facepalms.}

CHAOS: Sounds like you've gotten along in my absence, so... everything's good, then.

{Chaos gets in the passenger's side of the truck, with Lex in the driver's.}

LEX: You seem tense. Relax, brother. I got us a nice place in Townindale.

CHAOS: Towningdale? Now, I'm intrigued. What kind of place is it?

LEX: You'll see.

{Lex and Chaos drive off.}

CHAOS: FREEDOMMMMMMMM!

{After a few seconds, the radio can be heard playing.}

ANCHOR: After a terrifying standoff with the military, the goons responsible for robbing the Byzantium building were successfully subdued; all civilians were relieved, in no small part thanks to the lack of casualties. This is Sarah Khoroushi, and you are listening to the-

{Chaos turns the dial, switching the radio off.}

LEX: Come on, I was listenin' to that!

CHAOS: It bored me.

LEX: I'd been followin' the story for the past couple hours, mate!

CHAOS: What are hours, compared to days? Days, compared to weeks? Weeks, compared to months? MONTHS, COMPARED TO YEARS?!

LEX: Three years, compared to five?

CHAOS: Easy for you to say. You didn't get caught.

LEX: Things have kinda been hell for all o' us since ya left.

CHAOS: What, did the cash you make off with not last long?

LEX: I couldn't turn it all into gold!

CHAOS: Uh-

LEX: Well, at least the paper I was given instead had been helpful to someone.

{Short pause.}

CHAOS: You... you didn't spend it all in one place, right?

LEX: 'Course not.

{Chaos is visibly more nervous than before.}

CHAOS: Y'know what? Let's put the radio back on. It's been ages until I've actually listened to music, y'know? Proper music, not the stuff they play in the prisons. The good stuff.

LEX: Y'got it!

{Lex turns the dial on the car stereo, moving through various FM frequencies until Chaos shoves his hand away, leaving the radio on a station playing I Wouldn't Want To Be Like You, by the Alan Parsons Project.}

CHAOS: This one.

LEX: Alright, there's one last thing I should-

CHAOS: It can wait. I need this.

{Lex wordlessly nods. Zoom out to a montage of the truck driving on the highway by the sea as the music plays. As dawn begins to appear, the Wikihood show title appears over the glistening waters, illuminated by the rising sun. As the truck begins to enter a small city, we cut back to the interior.}

LEX: Almost there!

CHAOS: A place in Towningdale, of all cities?

LEX: I couldn't let ya down.

CHAOS: You definitely didn't.

{Chaos sticks his head out of the window, looking at the beautiful metropolis outside.}

CHAOS: Can you smell the air? It smells like freedom, doesn't it? You and me, we hit the big shots!

{As the truck goes further through downtown, Chaos turns to Lex.}

CHAOS: Uh-

LEX: Just a little bit more.

{The truck goes even further. Cut to the outside becoming less and less wealthy-looking, until a small glimmer of immense quality reaches Chaos' eyes.}

LEX: Little Moscow.

CHAOS: I'm sorry, what?

LEX: That's where we live now.

CHAOS: Do you speak French?

LEX: I'm still learnin'.

{The truck stops. It is parked in front of a small Eastern-European restaurant, which has a sign reading "Katsuyasha's."}

CHAOS: What? This is a pierogi bar.

{Lex turns the car off, and exits the vehicle.}

CHAOS: What, are we visiting a friend?

LEX: In a manner of speaking, sure.

{Lex and Chaos head inside the pierogi bar.}