Supercon Page #9

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(SPLASH)

(RETCHING)

Brock, whatever's going on with

you, you gotta suck it up...

MATT:
Please tell me you

killed those hard drives.

You know what?

You think it's so f***ing...

Bringo.

- The drives are dead.

- KEITH:
We're stuck.

Get out. We got a fire alarm

that could go off any minute.

ANNOUNCER:
Tonight's

screening of Chum 3-D

- is brought to you by Flotex.

- Sid!

If you're bleeding,

you're leaving.

You're gonna be

at the nursing home

giving out $20 ass-licks

up there with them old ladies.

Yeah! All because you didn't

wanna do your f***ing job.

F***in'...

Ah! Sh*t!

Come on, let's go.

Let's get the f*** outta here.

(CROWD CHEERING)

You hijacked my panel,

Grandpa.

I've killed men for less.

Don't you ever get tired

of the hacky macho act?

Don't you turn your back

on me, you old hack.

You know, you come

to these conventions

what, just about every week,

tell the same old

tired stories,

fleece these kids

for all their worth.

On a certain level,

I think that's totally fine.

You get what you want,

and that's great,

and I guess they get

what you think they want.

And I understand you are at the

top of Convention Mountain,

But I gotta tell you, it's not

always gonna be that way.

What you thought the fans

wanted wasn't what they wanted.

What they wanted

was a connection.

And you never had

a connection

with any of the people that

you've spent all this time with.

You can't even open your eyes

to the enjoyment

that your talent gave

to your fans.

So my prediction for you

is unpleasantness

in the days to come.

My prediction for you is not

much force in your future.

Now, do you think I am

f***ing lying to you?

Do you think I am

f***ing with you?

'Cause I'll tell you,

I am not f***ing with you.

Adam, we need to talk, man.

No, listen, it's all right.

I was just busting his balls.

Oh, God!

Damn! What was that all about?

It's okay. What...

What's the issue?

- (GLASS BREAKS)

- Son of a b*tch!

- What'd they look like?

- F***in' Future Gold.

One of 'em's gold,

one of 'em's purple.

I know what

the Future Fucks look like.

- Grab the intern, get my money.

- Copy that.

I didn't spend a whole weekend

shaking hands

and signing sh*t

for these a**holes for free.

- I'll take it out of your hide.

- Out of my...

FEMALE ANNOUNCER:

We regret to inform you

that Supercon

is officially over.

We are closing the doors.

Who the f*** gave them

authority to do that?

Shut up, shut up.

Somebody on your team has

their head out of their ass.

That means there's only one

way out for these pricks now.

Close all the doors.

No exceptions! None!

- Come on.

- No exceptions.

Get outta my way!

- VIP coming through!

- GIRL:
Hey!

(CHIME)

FEMALE ANNOUNCER:

We regret to inform you

that Supercon

is officially over.

We are closing the doors.

Please make your way

to the main exit

at the front

of the convention center.

My turn, a**hole!

Nut check.

(GROANS)

Go, go, go! I got this.

F*** that.

I'm not leaving without you.

I will find you. Go, go.

No. I'll never be the same

without you.

(WATER DRIPPING)

My God.

Who's there?

Help me! Somebody there?

Somebody give me a towel.

A wet wipe?

Maybe a napkin?

(SCREAMS)

Somebody? Who's there?

Oh, my God.

It's in my mouth.

Oh, my God, who's there?

Help me!

Help me!

When I say "scat,"

I mean get away.

Who's there? Who's there?

Oh, my God.

I want my mother.

(SCREAMS)

SID:
Allison, don't worry

about Brock. I got him.

Gather our stuff and let's

get the hell outta Dodge.

Thanks, Sid, you're the best.

- (MANIACAL LAUGHTER)

- Hey, you...

(METAL SCRAPING)

(GROWLING)

Okay.

Hey, I got a question.

Where'd you get that suit?

My son loves this show.

He thinks it's awesome.

You see Adam King?

That guy was dynamite.

LARPing, right? We were

just talking about this.

It's incredible. Just smile.

Last picture this guy will ever

have with a full set of teeth.

All right, hold on, tough guy.

We'll get to you in a minute.

(CLICK)

All right, okay, all right.

Uh, you know

where the hentai room is?

The wife, she's into all that.

(GRUNTS)

Oh, sorry for interrupting.

I'm sorry.

Get back to your stupid...

Let's go.

- (GROWLS)

- You are not gonna believe

how shitty the camera

on my phone is,

'cause this was totally

so blurry.

One more, one more.

All right, get in there.

Hentai!

- (CLICK)

- Fantastic.

Hey, what do you got

that big sword for, big guy?

Pick on this little guy?

You're gonna kick his ass

anyway. Who cares?

Just drop the sword.

Come on!

- (CLATTERS)

- Nice. Thank you.

He is gonna kill you.

Let's go.

Thank you very much,

gentlemen.

(GROWLING)

(ELECTRIC WHIRRING)

Come with me

if you want to live.

Nice.

Go, go, go!

I got a bad feeling

about this.

Yeah!

King! Love the weave!

(LAUGHS)

(SCREAMS)

Like this?

Oh, sh*t!

Keith! Keith!

I'm okay.

You're an idiot.

Hey! Watch where you're going,

a**holes!

Yeah, he can't drive, man.

Boys, don't forget

your backpacks.

Thanks, Ms. Lily.

Holy sh*t, you're Adam King.

Can I get your autograph?

Where are those

sons of b*tches?

There. There they are.

Come on.

GIL:
They're getting away!

Not before I kill 'em.

B*tches, move.

- Get in there.

- I can't drive no car.

- Shut up! Get in there!

- The f*** is this, man?

- I can't even drive a stick.

- (ENGINE REVVING)

Go!

- Come on!

- Hey, what the f*** you doin'?

- Hey!

- Come on, Gil.

- You gonna kill us.

- Drive, you son of a...

You see what he

did to my hair?

Your hair was

already f***ed up.

They put their hands on me.

Go! What's the matter with you?

You crazy?

- (MANIACAL LAUGHTER)

- There they are.

I got 'em.

I got their ass.

Come on, man, accelerate!

What the... Hey!

Yeah, right here.

- Help!

- Yeah!

Help!

Okay, okay, okay, slow down.

It not working.

It not working!

(SCREAMING)

What the f***?

Oh! Get me outta this sh*t!

You call the police.

No! I'm getting the f***

outta here!

Smartphone?

TMZ would pay a fortune, no?

ADAM:
I'm gonna kill

these guys!

Gimme that sh*t.

Where's the f***ing

money at, man?

- GIL:
Where's the sh*t?

- ADAM:
Where's my money?

- Where the f*** is the money?

- I don't know.

Just play it cool, Keith.

- Hey, hey, sh*t!

- Where's my money?

What money?

My money, you...

Went all weekend

collecting this stuff, man.

Why were you guys

running then, huh?

'Cause you two fucks

fired us.

- Adam.

- Just shut the f*** up, Gil.

Look, I know you two

stole my money.

You think I'd come here

on the weekends

and sign stuff for these sweaty

bastards because I want to?

Because I crave their attention?

Because I want their approval?

No. I'm Adam F***ing King.

That sh*t is Sid's job with

his little f***ing bow tie

and his suspenders

and his shitty toupee.

I'm Adam King!

Where's my f***ing money?

You think there's room

in these outfits

for your greedy money,

you shithead?

- Well, let's find out.

- Hey, whoa!

Here, Mr. King, here.

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