The Janitor Revenge Tour - Conclusion Jul 16, 2021 17:44:51 GMT -5 Marcus Welsh, outcast, and 2 more like this
Post by petervaughn on Jul 16, 2021 17:44:51 GMT -5
*The shot comes up once again in a foggy flashback. It has gotten clearer, though, as the Revenge Tour has gone on, and this time is no exception. We see what looks like a series of tiles, maybe in a kitchen or a bathroom, it's hard to be sure. The only clear part is the drop of blood that lands on the tile, splashing outwards. A second drop falls, then a third. With the focus on the small pool of blood, the flashback fades out.*
*When we come back up, we see the face of Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn. He seems to be staring off into space, as the camera slowly backs away. The sound is muffled at first, but slowly becomes more clear, as we can hear a voice calling Peter's name. It finally gets clear enough to recognize.*
Jonathan Barrows: Peter!
Peter Vaughn: Huh?
*Vaughn shudders for a second, breaking free of his thoughts as he looks over at a slightly irritated Barrows. The two men are seated at a table, with plates of steaming food already sitting in front of them.*
Jonathan Barrows: You were really zoned out there, Peter. Did you hear anything that I said?
Peter Vaughn: ... Sure. You were talking about Duke and Lux being our allies.
Jonathan Barrows: Yes, I did. About 10 minutes ago. Peter, I need you to get your head in the game. We need to make sure our plans for Zybala are perfect. You want to leave House of Cards as the champion, don't you?
Peter Vaughn: Of course I do. I won't let Zybala have the satisfaction of claiming that he's the better man for the rest of my life. I just couldn't handle that. I have to get the win, I just have to!
Jonathan Barrows: And you will. We just have to make sure your meeting goes exactly as planned next week. It's all about preparation, Peter. Now, to get back to what I was saying...
*Barrows is stopped as Vaughn's phone begins to ring. It's a generic tune, showing that it's not anyone special to Vaughn. He always sets up special ring tones. Who'Re's is now "Nasty" by Janet Jackson, for example. Barrows looks at Vaughn strangely as the phone comes out.*
Jonathan Barrows: That's the third call you've gotten since you got here, Peter. Who's trying to reach you so badly?
*Vaughn looks at the caller ID: the MacArthur Hills Senior Living Center, Grapevine, Texas. Vaughn sends the call to voice mail.*
Peter Vaughn: It's nobody. Let's get back to business.
*Vaughn sets the phone to the side, as the camera zooms in on it, heading straight at the Missed Call portion. We seem to head straight through it, as the camera editors get to working once again.*
*As we come into view, we seem to have traveled back to the past. It's not quite like the grainy flashback effects, but we're definitely in a new location. Let's call this Time Jump Location #2, I suppose. We see Peter Vaughn as he walks into his father's room, saying hello to him. The camera comes around from behind him, showing his father laying in bed, not moving. His eyes are open, but it's hard to tell that there's any life left in there. Vaughn walks up to him, pulling a chair over and sitting next to him.
Peter Vaughn: Are you there, dad? Do you know it's me? Your son?
*There doesn't seem to be any response, as the man keeps staring at the ceiling, not moving. Vaughn looks down, knowing that he needs to talk to him, but also knowing how impossible that might actually be. Behind him, there's a knock at the door, and a nurse walks in.*
Nurse: Excuse me, you can't be... oh! Peter!
Peter Vaughn: Hello, Nurse Armenta.
Nurse: It feels like it's been forever since I've seen you here! Where have you been?
Peter Vaughn: Oh, you know... COVID...
Nurse: Right, right, of course. You wouldn't want to risk it with your father, would you? Well, it's nice to see you visiting again!
Peter Vaughn: So... how's he doing?
Nurse: Well, he has his good days and his bad ones. I was just about to take him out to get some outside air. It's always good for him to get out of bed once in a while.
Peter Vaughn: I can do that. I think I know the perfect place to take him.
Nurse: Well, of course, as family, you have the right. I'll help you get him into his chair, and then you can take care of him, okay?
Peter Vaughn: Yes... take care of him...
*They move to get Mr. Vaughn out of bed, as we fade back into flashback mode once again. Yes, a flashback in a flashback. Get all your Inception jokes out now.*
*This time, the action seems more fluid, closer to an actual video clip than just a slow-motion shot. We see a younger Peter Vaughn, making his way up the stairs. He hops up them 2-3 at a time, getting up to his floor. He pushes the stair door open and stops, hearing sounds of a commotion.*
*Peter recognizes the voice. He runs forward, throwing his school books aside as he runs. We focus on the loose pages, fluttering to the ground, before we go back to darkness.*
*The view comes up with Peter Vaughn slowly pushing his father forward in his wheelchair. The camera pans back, showing us the landscape around them.*
*Peter moves his father along the path, which is thankfully made of concrete, as they walk beside Lake Grapevine*
Peter Vaughn: It's beautiful here, isn't it, Dad? You used to take us here all the time, when you could. I suppose it was a cheap alternative, but I still appreciated it.
*Of course, his father doesn't say anything. But if you could read his eyes, maybe you'd think you're seeing memories flowing through.*
Peter Vaughn: You gave us some good times, Dad. But there were the bad times, too. The times where you completely let me down. I counted on you to be my teacher back then. Maybe you're the reason I'm always looking for a father figure, like Mike Zybala. You're the reason I could be so easily duped by him for so long.
*His face begins to show the fury that lives inside him once again, just at the mere thought of Zybala.*
Peter Vaughn: Zybala tried to teach me lessons, just like you did, Dad. He thought that he knew what was best for me, as well as what was best for HIM. He used me, Dad, and I can't help but think back to when you had the chance to prevent this. You could have taught me to avoid men like Zybala, to beat them down as soon as they show their true features to the world. You could have told me that when a Mike Zybala enters your life, you need to break it off violently, leaving him in the dust. But I remember that day, Dad. I remember the lesson you taught me then. It's almost all I can think about now...
*Vaughn pushes his dad onwards, while finally talking about that day. As he speaks, we begin to see the images come together.*
*We see Vaughn bursting into the apartment door, looking around frantically.*
Peter Vaughn: We had been living there for a few years, with you as the handyman/janitor for the building... working under Mr. Smythe...
*Vaughn turns, seeing Smythe in the midst of bringing a broom handle down on his father's back, smashing him to the ground. The broom handle breaks in two, sending shrapnel around the room. Vaughn's mother can be heard off-screen, shrieking.*
Peter Vaughn: You knew how unsafe the building was becoming. You thought you'd do the right thing and report it to the inspectors, putting your own morals & values ahead of us. Sounds familiar to me, something Zybala would do...
*Vaughn runs forward in shock, grabbing at Smythe's arm. The heavyset man turns and smacks Vaughn across the face, knocking him to his knees. The nose is almost instantly bleeding, as drops begin to fall onto the ground below. Smythe appears to be yelling at him, while pointing at his father.*
Peter Vaughn: Smythe had all the connections those days. He got to beat you up, hit me, and still throw us out onto the street, and the police did nothing to stop it. I remember that moment, that instant that I was going to stand up for myself...
*Vaughn rises back up, having grabbed a piece of the broom handle. Smythe has turned away, starting to head for the door. Vaughn rears back... and then looks down in disbelief, as his father grabs his leg and shakes his head, telling him to stop.*
Peter Vaughn: That was when things changed. I could have stood up for myself. I could have beaten down the bully, left his blood splattering the walls, ending his control over us once and for all! But no, you wanted to "turn the other cheek". "If you do that, you're no better than him". I remember all the quotes, Dad. But they're all wrong.
*Peter watches Smythe leave, with the man looking back with a smirk, knowing that Peter won't do anything. We fade back to the park.*
*Vaughn has pushed his father a good distance now. They've moved up onto a higher cliff face, farther up above the water. We get to see it from a distance.*
Peter Vaughn: Zybala did teach me one thing. He taught me to fight for what I believed in, even if he was lying. You see, Dad, Zybala was just another Smythe. Someone who used me and was going to throw me away when he was done. Zybala needed me in the GCWA. He needed me to get him back into OCW. He needed my help for the OCW Title. But Jonathan showed me the light, and now I know that Zybala is just another bully.
*Vaughn leans on the back of the chair, causing it to move uncomfortably close to the edge of the cliff ahead.*
Peter Vaughn: At House of Cards, nothing will stop me from taking that scumbag out. When I break Zybala's spirit, when I crush his soul, and when I possibly snap his spine, it'll be a strike against all the Smythes out there, and a lesson to all the little Janitors about how the world should really be. When someone attacks you, you attack back. And when someone sits back and allows bad things to happen... they're just as bad.
*The wheels begin to move forward, inching towards oblivion. Peter's face is darkened due to the setting sun, making it hard to read.*
Peter Vaughn: This time, the deceiver, the liar, the bastard will be stopped. And you won't be there to stop me, Dad.
*Pebbles fall from the cliff, as the wheel clears the edge. As Vaughn considers one final push... his father's hand suddenly comes up, raising slightly into the air. It reaches backwards, the first movement in a long time, as it reaches towards his son. Peter stares at the hand, shocked, as they stay perched on the edge of the abyss.*
*We find ourselves back at the restaurant, where the meals have been finished and the bill has been paid. Barrows and Vaughn are now making their way outside, walking onto what appears to be a busy Dallas street.*
Jonathan Barrows: Nice night. So you're good with putting together the note?
Peter Vaughn: Yes, I'll write it up tonight. I want to make sure it's phrased exactly right.
Jonathan Barrows: Then I'll leave that to you. Mike Zybala's going to be walking right into a trap he never expected, and the world is going to be even more opened up to you. If we play this perfectly, you'll be in line for the OCW Championship in no time.
Peter Vaughn: Right now, all I care about is my revenge. Zybala has to lose. Nothing else matters. Nothing.
Jonathan Barrows: Well, I hope I matter a little...
*Barrow's small joke gets through Vaughn's defenses, causing a smile to inadvertently crack across his face.*
Jonathan Barrows: There's that grin. Don't be so wound up, Peter. Go into this match knowing that you're going to be the winner. Relax. Have fun with it. Be the champion you are.
Peter Vaughn: I'll do my best, Jonathan.
*Suddenly, Vaughn's phone rings again. Barrows sighs.*
Jonathan Barrows: For Christ's sake, answer that thing, will you?
*Sighing himself, Vaughn gets the phone out and presses the answer button, putting it on speaker so Jonathan can hear it too.*
Peter Vaughn: This is Peter Vaughn.
Nurse: Peter... this is Nurse Armenta. I... have some bad news. Your father.... I'm afraid he's passed away...
*Barrows, stunned, reaches out and puts a hand on Vaughn's shoulder. The nurse keeps talking, telling some details of what happened, as Vaughn silently listens. There's not a hint of emotion on his face now, nothing telling us what he's feeling... or what truly happened up there on the cliff that day. We fade out.*