ETXR Page #3
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- 2014
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You're acting like
he's some king of the world.
He is. He owns like
50 percent of Europe.
He's the 1 percent
of the 1 percent, all right?
Just don't wear the high hat.
Take my lead.
Hey.
Get the f*** out of the way.
Play it again.
Okay...
Please.
Do I know you?
That sound.
What was that sound?
Hey, pal. Look, pal,
party's over.
Take a walk.
Play it again!
I can't.
Hey!
Take a walk.
No, no, no.
It's not from you.
You're empty.
You're an empty shell.
You're nothing!
Okay, congratulations.
Thank you.
Trick or treat. Bye-bye.
Let's go. Game face.
Think big. Come on.
Ah.
There he is.
Bix the Bug.
Ha, ha.
I'm Gordon Shafer.
Congratulations.
Today you're being offered
an opportunity to matter,
to amount to something.
Really?
I could use a drink.
Help yourself, yes.
You were saying?
I should very much like to have
possession of your Teslascope.
What will it take?
Name your price.
Okay, hold on. Wait.
Danny, did you not tell him?
Tell him what?
It's a prop.
B, he's making an offer.
It's a glorified synthesizer.
It just makes sound vibrations.
You don't know
what you have, do you?
This is precisely why it belongs
in my hands, not yours.
You lack
the moral authority.
When you look into the eyes
of your fellow man,
what do you see, hmm?
Just your own reflection?
Or do you sense a connection
to something higher?
The Teslascope has the capacity
to ignite a fire
around which
for warmth and illumination,
for connection.
Well, Gordy...
Can I call you Gordy?
Is that all right?
To answer your question,
no, it's not for sale.
For what purpose?
To make music.
You're like a little boy,
aren't you?
You've stumbled upon
a precious, sacred artifact,
and you're using it
like a toy rattle to make noise.
We're done here.
You're out of your depth,
Mr. Bug.
On the wind come others,
less kind and less inclined
to offer fair compensation.
Did you know, for example,
that at this very moment,
U.S. Department of Defense
was monitoring your movements?
Bullshit.
You think so?
He's in a mood, Mr. Shafer.
I'll talk to him.
We'll discuss it.
Move quickly, Daniel.
You're losing your grip.
The clock
is tick-tick-ticking.
Are you kidding me
right now?
Why would you turn down
an offer like that?
F*** that guy.
He thinks he can own the world.
He can't own The Bug.
He doesn't give a sh*t
about The Bug.
All he wants to do
is buy the scope.
I give you our future on a
silver platter,
and you throw it
in my face?
Yeah, what about Curtis?
What about Curtis?
We're the ones who made
the scope a thing, not him.
The Scope is his.
We're not gonna sell it
out from under him.
Ever stop and think maybe Curtis
is actually in trouble?
Are you kidding me
right now?
What the f*** is it with you
and this kid, man?
He's a means to an end,
all right?
Now, look,
I'm just following your lead.
You don't hear it?
Hear what?
It's not just music, man.
I hear music.
I hear
great f***ing music.
What are you hearing?
I don't know.
Twice now, I've seen it.
It's always out in the crowd,
watching me, man.
What, like a ghost?
B, now you're telling me
you saw a ghost.
Okay, you drink,
you do drugs,
you get in your groove
up there,
you're supposed
to see sh*t, okay?
I see sh*t, man.
Stars, ecstasy, naked titties.
It's a f***ing rave.
Trust me, bro. Trust me.
We sell that thing, man,
you're gonna see
even better sh*t, okay?
Come on.
Give it back, man.
Give it back!
What the f*** was that?
Oh, Jesus, Danny.
The scope.
Oh, f***.
No, that's Curtis.
You see? You see?
What did I tell you?
If he can't have the scope,
nobody else can,
the little sh*t-f***.
Well, looks like he left,
came back with friends.
All right,
who the hell are these guys?
Maybe They, the guys
Curtis was talking about.
What happened?
Shh, shh.
Shh.
They're looking for something.
Oh, my God.
What the f***?
These guys are f***ed up.
Oh, my God.
We gotta call our lawyer.
I'm on it.
All right,
and thank you so much.
Okay. All right, bye.
All right, that was the lawyer.
He said give it a beat,
see if our boy Curtis Garret
shows up.
After 24 hours, we could file
or we could drop
the whole thing.
Drop it?
Hmm.
They took him.
We have the footage.
Why aren't we
calling the police?
Not yet. We just need to take a
minute,
see if we can figure this out.
Why?
Everybody up!
Lay on the floor.
Go get her.
Which one of you is Bix the Bug?
Who, whoa, whoa.
I'm Bix. This is my place.
Hey, hey, hey.
Bix. Bix.
Hold on. Hey.
What do you want?
Come with us.
It's gonna be all right.
All right.
Let's talk about this.
Okay. Okay.
We don't wanna hurt anybody.
We just want something
that belongs to us.
You guys stay put, stay quiet,
keep the cops out of this,
we'll get along just fine.
What do you want
from me, man?
What do you think?
The power cell.
Power cell?
From the goddamn device.
That Erector Set
piece of junk.
You mean the Teslascope?
Whatever you wanna call it.
I'm living in the real world,
not some steampunk fairy tale.
In the real world,
there are makers and takers.
And do you know
what separates us?
No,
but you're probably gonna tell me.
Money.
Money's all gone,
we'll push reset.
We'll have to,
to survive as a species.
Economic collapse,
that's your plan?
That was the plan.
Start all over,
wipe it clean.
Then your pal, Curtis Garret,
and ran off
with our Duracell.
Solid oxide fuel cell
technology, state-of-the-art.
We want it back.
Ask Curtis.
I'm asking you.
Why can't you ask Curtis?
Aah!
Curtis told us it was in the device.
I sent him up here to get it,
he came back empty-handed.
Said you must've taken it.
Well, I didn't.
So where is Curtis?
Let me talk to him.
We'll figure this out.
What did you do to him?
This is what happens
when you f*** with They.
Things go wrong.
He's dead.
Now it's your turn,
unless you come clean.
One more time,
where is the f***ing power cell?
I don't know, okay?
I don't even know
what you're talking about.
I don't have it.
I'm just a musician.
I'm an audio engineer.
I manipulate the sounds.
Curtis built the scope.
What the f***
is going on out there?
We got a shitload of people
showing up.
Go.
What the f***?
What is going on out there?
We had a show set for today.
It's just a bunch of kids.
They're just...
They're looking for a party.
We're out of here.
But we will be back
for what's ours. Find it.
involved, or that's your ass.
You'll all end up dead.
Don't f*** around.
Yo, I sent out a tweet
saying that Bix the Bug
was playing a free show
at this location.
Lucky for you, my friend,
we got a growing fan base.
How can we not
call the police?
Think about it.
If we call the cops,
they're just gonna
impound the scope.
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