Toxic Rage Page #6

GREG:

(grateful)

Mia, you have no idea how much this means to us.

MIA:

(looking at both men)

We're in this together. These corrupt bastards need to be held accountable.

INT. SMALL OFFICE - DAY

The latest exposé has just hit the headlines. All three look at each other with satisfaction.

MIA:

(smiling)

We did it.

JOEY:

(grinning)

Damn right, we did.

GREG:

(pausing, locking eyes with both)

And we're just getting started.

The sense of victory is palpable as they revel in their shared triumph. The air is thick with the scent of coffee, ink, and revolution.

FADE OUT:

INT. DIMLY LIT ROOM - NIGHT

The room is a cauldron of emotions. The outcome of the case lands like a sucker punch.

JOEY:

(clenches his fists, eyes burning)

They're twisting the damn facts, trying to paint us as liars.

GREG:

(voice dripping with bitterness)

Using their power to silence the voices they've exploited.

The air crackles with intensity, the tension palpable.

MIA:

(bursts in, her fury electrifying the room)

You seen this bullshit? They're manipulating the media against us.

GREG:

(locks eyes with Mia, resolve burning)

We ain't gonna let 'em win, Mia.

Urgency courses through the room, mingling with desperation.

INT. MEDIA OFFICE - DAY

Fingers fly across keyboards, phones ring incessantly. Joey types furiously while Mia pours over documents.

JOEY:

(to Greg, jaw set)

They're peddling lies, but we ain't bowing down.

MIA:

(waves a stack of papers, eyes fierce)

This is our ammo. We piece the damn puzzle together.

The scent of printed paper mixes with a heady dose of hope.

INT. PUBLIC HEARING - DAY

Greg, Joey, and Mia face a panel of lawmakers.

SENATOR GRAYSON:

(confident, smug)

This is a smear campaign, an attempt to block progress.

GREG:

(sarcasm drips from every word)

Progress? More like a massive cover-up.

JOEY:

(a lash of venom)

Your empty words won't muzzle us, you damn hypocrite.

The room vibrates with their defiance, walls echoing their determination.

INT. LEGAL OFFICE - DAY

Their attorney grimaces as he lays it out.

ATTORNEY:

We're in a deep hole. They're suing all three of you.

GREG:

(frustration boils over)

We can't let these a**holes break us apart.

MIA:

(resolve burning in her eyes)

We fight tooth and nail till the bitter end.

The air is heavy with tension, charged with their unwavering will.

EXT. CITY STREET - NIGHT

The trio marches down the street, united.

GREG:

(voice aflame with determination)

Expose their lies, no matter the cost.

JOEY:

(fiery resolve)

We're fighting for justice, for the damn truth.

MIA:

(undaunted, fists clenched)

And we won't back down. Not now, not ever.

The scent of change hangs in the air, a promise, as they forge forward.

FADE OUT:

INT. JOEY'S - DAY

Joey pulls into the gravel driveway of a modest home. The SUV’s wheels crunch on the gravel.

JOEY:

(smelling the air, smiling)

Ah, fresh air.

EXT. IN-LAWS' BACKYARD - DAY

We hear the sound of BOBBY'S laughter. Joey's smile widens.

INT. IN-LAWS' HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY

Joey enters. Jill stands near the couch, visibly anxious. The scent of roast and perfume fill the air.

JILL:

Joey, we need to talk.

JOEY:

Of course. What's on your mind?

INT. IN-LAWS' HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY

Jill sits on the couch. It springs SQUEAK. Joey stands, nervous.

JILL:

We're not going to be able to live off unemployment forever, you know.

JOEY:

(nervous)

I know, I know. I've been looking into some part-time gigs.

JILL:

Part-time gigs? Joey, we have a child. What the hell are you doing on all those nights you don't come home?

INT. IN-LAWS' HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY

JOEY:

I've been gathering evidence, Jill. That corrupt son-of-a-b*tch Grayson and his corporate cronies aren't going to nail themselves.

JILL:

(teary-eyed)

What if they're untouchable? When will this end, Joey? Should we just move away and start anew?

JOEY:

Move? I was born here; you were born here. Our friends, our families—they're all here. I can't just walk away.

INT. IN-LAWS' HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY

Silence hangs in the room, thick with tension.

JOEY:

I promise you, Jill. Things will get better. I'm doing this for us—for Bobby.

JILL:

I want to believe you, Joey. God, I do.

INT. IN-LAWS' HOUSE - BEDROOM - DAY

The mood changes. They KISS passionately, then make love.

INT. IN-LAWS' HOUSE - BEDROOM - DAY

Afterward, they lie there, catching their breath.

JOEY:

I love you, Jill. With you by my side, we can face anything.

Jill nods against his chest. Joey feels invincible.

FADE OUT:

INT. JOEY'S HOME OFFICE - DAY

Big JOEY is not just sitting; he's a flurry of activity. One hand is on the mouse clicking through job listings, while the other is on his phone, talking into a Bluetooth headset. Documents are printing from a laser printer.

JILL:

(enters, surprised)

You've turned this place into an operations center.

JOEY:

(ends the call, takes off headset)

I've got to be everywhere at once, Jill. We'll get through this.

INT. JOEY'S LIVING ROOM - DAY

Joey is on the couch but not idle. He's rifling through rejection letters, tossing them into a shredder next to him. The shredded papers fill a trash bag.

INT. JOEY'S HOME OFFICE - DAY

JOEY smashes his fist into the desk as he reads the news of JASON's death on his laptop. Papers scatter, and a mug tips over, spilling coffee.

JOEY:

(stands, yells)

This is a lie! Jason would never!

INT. JOEY'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

JOEY is pacing, but then he abruptly stops and grabs a framed photo of Jason and him from a shelf. He clenches it tightly.

JOEY:

(snarling)

They took him from us. Now they're going to pay.

JILL:

(gets up, hugs him)

We have to be smart about this, Joey.

INT. JOEY'S HOME - VARIOUS ROOMS - DAY

JOEY is in full action mode. He drills holes to install new locks, sets up security cameras, and even tests the sturdiness of windows by slamming them shut.

INT. JOEY'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

JOEY isn't just sitting; he's leaning over a table full of blueprints and documents, highlighting and marking them. A wall is covered with photos, maps, and threads connecting different points.

JOEY:

(muttering to himself)

I'll find the connections; I'll tear it all down.

EXT. JOEY'S BACKYARD - NIGHT

JOEY isn't just scanning; he's moving stealthily, ducking behind bushes and peeking from corners. He holds a handheld thermal-imaging camera, scanning for hidden figures. He then sets up motion detectors at key points.

JOEY:

(whispers to himself)

You want a war, you'll get one.

Dissolve to:

INT. UNDERGROUND MEETING SPOT - DUSK

Big JOEY and GREG meet in a familiar dimly lit, secluded space that only Mia and they know about. Both men look worn but alert, a layer of tension in the air.

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