Night of the Templar Page #2

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And welcome to our individual

fantasy getaway weekend.

My name

is Jake McCallister,

and I'll be your host

and events coordinator.

My mission is to make sure

everything is carried out as planned.

That's my task.

I believe that's

why I'm here.

Now, can anyone tell

me the number one rule?

Amy.

We're not supposed to

tell anyone why we're here

because it will ruin the

surprise and defeat the challenge.

Excellent. But,

as coordinator,

I will know each

of your personal agendas.

Let's meet up,

Celine...

Henry...

Amy...

and Japoniko, right?

Am I saying

that correctly?

Do you mind if

I talk to you alone?

I read your file

on the plane.

I didn't see your

request for the weekend.

In order for me to purvey

your activities, I...

You don't know why you're here, do you?

I'm Events Coordinator.

We'll talk later.

Okay?

Okay guys, grab a snack,

and I'll be right back.

Let me guess,

you must be Ashley.

- That's me.

- You weren't supposed to drive,

you were supposed to be

picked up at the airport

like everybody else.

Those are the rules.

Rules I make

up as I go along.

# Talk to my hand

Alrighty then,

Ms. Ashley.

Come on inside,

meet the guests,

and I'll take

care of your luggage.

Great. Uh... store it

in the garage over there.

And... no scratches.

Hmph.

Hey everybody,

this is Ashley.

- And she's going to be...

- Leaving. I'm outta here.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,

whoa, whoa, whoa.

You can't leave.

You just got here.

Besides, you won't get...

I am not

spending one moment

with a bunch

of goddamn low lives.

They're not even

in my social class.

Look at this one.

Her family is low to

middle income, if lucky.

Look at the cheap

outfit she's wearing.

My mother made

this shirt for me.

"My mother made

this shirt for me. "

No f***ing class.

You need a milieu with

socialites like myself.

Jetsetter getaway

weekend, my ass.

Get my luggage, boy.

I'm leaving.

You can't buy class.

What did you say?

I said, you

can't buy class.

And what's that

supposed to mean?

Evidently, you can't

buy intelligence, either.

And who are you to tell me what to

do?

I'm the events

coordinator.

You call that a job?

Yeah. The ends

justify the means.

That sounds

like something

a f***ing unemployed

game show host would do.

Yeah, kind of

like an actor

doing dinner theater

in Schenectady.

You're a loser.

You're all f***ing losers.

Shut up.

I've had enough

of the offending language.

Your leaving now means

absolutely f***ing nothing.

Go. Get your

own luggage.

You'll hear

from my attorney.

Oh, darn it.

It's all right.

It's okay.

Hear me, Gregoire.

You cannot escape

your destiny.

We must keep

them divided.

I would rather be eaten

by a pack of wolves

than allow your evil venom

to course through my veins.

Deceit... betrayal... revenge.

Forgive me, my lord.

Pretend!

Deceitbetrayalrevenge.

Gregoire.

Gregoire.

Deceitbetrayalrevenge.

Help me, my lord.

It is your time.

It is your place.

Ugh, he didn't

f***ing cover it!

Oh, you are so sued.

Come on.

Come on!

Oh, what the f***.

He disconnected

my battery cables.

Very funny, a**hole.

What is this sh*t?

I hate oldies.

Who the hell are you?

# Ho, ho, ho,

It's magic #

# You know

Who the hell

are you?

What is this,

a masquerade ball?

How come I

wasn't invited?

You can see

through there?

# Never believe

It's not so #

# Never been awake

Never seen a day break #

# Leaning on my pillow

In the morning #

# Lazy day in bed

# Music in my head

# Crazy music playing

# In the morning light

You see the way

he grabbed her throat?

The guy's

a f***in lunatic.

Seriously, both of you

stay away from him.

I think it's kinda sexy,

the way he takes charge.

Like a tiger.

Yeah? You like that? You

like the rough stuff, right?

Sometimes I like

it rough. And hard.

What about you?

You like the rough stuff?

No, no one's ever

stuck up for me before.

Whatever.

So a tiger, huh?

I can be a tiger.

Here you go.

Thank you.

What's that?

I don't know. Somebody

left it here awhile ago.

Where's Japoniko?

Where's the television?

There isn't one.

Jake, where are

me groceries?

Oh, um, I was

just on the way.

We want our guests

to eat tonight.

Can I tag

along with you?

Um, you

know the rules.

That no one can leave the

property, I understand.

Right. You

know what?

Okay guys,

until I get back,

Amy is now in charge

of recreation.

- Me?

- You.

But you haven't given

me any formal training.

Listen. Your reason for coming

here this weekend was what?

To build confidence, right?

So sometimes it's best

to just jump in the water.

Get a little wet.

You'll be fine.

I hope so. Cause one day I want

to be a good assistant to someone.

Assistant? That's kinda

odd because I see you

more as

a leader of men.

You have

unlimited potential.

You think so?

You'd be great.

So. What do you guys

feel like doing?

I guess relax,

grab a snack,

and wait for Mr. Weekend

Coordinator to get back.

I can think of one or two things to do.

Or three.

We could play a game.

There's four of us,

we could do teams or...

I didn't come

here to play games.

Okay, silly idea.

We could play

strip poker.

I'm not good

at cards.

Even better.

What is that?

It looks like

an old story book.

What's it about?

The inscription reads,

'Here tells a

tale of passion,

loyalty, deceit,

betrayal, and revenge. '

Sounds good to me.

You read to us.

Okay. Here we go.

An omniscient moon

radiates through

the night.

We find ourselves

in a time when men

Would bravely and honorably

fight and die

in the name

of the true cross.

We see the remains of a

small band of Templar knights.

Sergeants and stewards,

all of whom were pushed out of

their homelands quite some time ago.

It is the aftermath of yet

another long day of battle.

Their coats of mail

vary in color

to distinguish

their rank.

However, all their uniforms

have one thing in common:

They all proudly bear

the eight pointed cross,

a symbol of purity

and a reflection of the

crusaders' vow of chastity.

Gregoire, the leader of

this band of Templar knights,

takes in

his surroundings

and the results

of the day's events.

He is our hero.

Wait, wait, wait. What's

this hero guy look like?

It's a storybook.

You make up hero.

He can look like

whatever you want.

Whoever I want?

Lord Gregoire!

What do you

have for me?

- An apple, my lord.

- Thank you.

- Thank you, my lord.

- I'll enjoy this.

You stand in my way,

sergeant. What is your name?

Melkon.

Melkon.

You find

humor in this?

Well, t'is a little

foreign to my ear.

Did I miss something

of importance here?

We fought

victoriously today

under the leadership

of Lord Gregoire.

Lord Gregoire, yes,

I've heard of him.

He's one of the greatest

leaders of our time.

Really?

Catch.

Mm. Delicious.

So this is where you've

been all day, huh?

Picking apples.

Hm. What can I say?

I love the orchard.

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