Re: Most Evil
(eight men are gathered around a pazzak table)
(they all stop and stare at them)
Valde: I'm looking for an Alan Ressy.
Man: And you are?
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(eight men are gathered around a pazzak table)
(they all stop and stare at them)
Valde: I'm looking for an Alan Ressy.
Man: And you are?
logan: we are the Smithers brothers.
Man: Really?
Valde: We're here to collect a payment...
Man: (laughs)
Come back in a few months.
(places his cards on the table)
Valde: (aims his repeater towards him)
We've waited a few months... we want the payment now.
Man: Take it easy there... you're about to get yourselves into trouble.
(weapons cocking)
logan: (aims his weapons) drop it.
Man 1: (laughs)
Man 3: You think you scare us?
Man: Why don't you go outside and call your boss? Have him come down here himself... then maybe we'll cough up your payment. (smiles)
Valde: (steps forward)
I'm going to ask for it one more time, Alan... if you don't stand down you and all your little gambling buddies are gonna be in a hell of a lot of pain.
logan: either way, you're paying us.
Alan: (stands up)
Valde: (growls)
Well?
Alan: (aims at Valde)
See you in hell, Jedi.
(fires)
Valde: (pulls a vibroblade from his shealth, blocking the shot)
(the other men open fire)
logan: (shoots the other men)
Alan: (escapes through a back door)
Valde: (kills one of the men)
s**t!
(drops his blaster and runs after him)
(activates two lightsabers)
logan: (follows) cocksucker!
(they come to a dead end of an alley)
Valde: (steps towards him)
End of the line, Alan.
Alan: Maybe... maybe not.
Valde: Either give me the money or you're going back to her.
Alan: You think you scare me, little Jedi...? You're just your Master's puppet... afraid of what she'll do to you if you don't get her money back.
logan: yeah? well you're speakin for him alone. i on the other hand ain't got nothin to lose. i just want the f***in money. so allow me to repeat: give me the f***in money or you're f***in dead.
Alan: (looks at Logan)
Valde: Shut up, Alan.
(steps towards him)
Alan: (steps back)
(to Logan) You're just like him... except you're not her puppet, you're her dog. You look around for scraps and treats she throws you ever now and then.
logan: (steps closer to alan)
Alan: (steps back)
(he's now against the wall)
Alan: You can't say it isn't true, Jedi.
Valde: (quietly) One...
logan: let's get something straight. she came to me. she asked me if i could help her.
Alan: And you accepted... you felt compelled to help her.
(creates a Force shield around himself)
logan: and i got a good deal out of it not too long ago...
Valde: (attempts to attack him, but is blocked by the Force shield)
Alan: (chuckles)
She got to you too...
(looks at Valde) Well, I'd love to stay and continue this... interesting conversation, but I must leave.
(disappears)
logan: cheese-eating rat prick...