Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2023 2:24:48 GMT -5
St☠n _ Smoke & Smother
Detectives in coats and top hats back in Manhattan examine the crime scene where Stan's father ended. In a chair with his face mutilated to all hell. Next to the Titos bottle, tucked between the chair and the wall, is the handle of something. The lead detective bends down, using gloves to pull out a hammer soaked in blood and skin fragments. He dips it into the waiting open evidence bag of a forensics dweeb. Another cop pulls a photo of two young boys off the refrigerator. In the background the "Who Needs A Dad," phrase written in blood, next to several partial prints also in blood. Stressed by the gruesome outlook and lack of witnesses, the Detective lights up to think it over.
Larson _ Detective 'Get all this shit down to the lab. We can't be totally sure what we're dealing with until all this is analyzed, Fritzy! Some real sick-o to be sure. Who would do this? Why not just rob the guy? It looks veerrrrry personal!' .
Detective Larson examines a machine on the kitchen counter, finding a play button we get a glimpse of the voicemails Stan's Dad received in the time leading to his passing. [ "This is ridiculous dad, call me back! Tommy-" ] Save to archive. Click- next. [ "You selfish motherfucker, this is the last time I agree to meet you anywhere!!" ] Save to archive. Everyone in the room collecting forensic evidence stops, listening to the machine. Click- next. [ "Onllyyy time you don't answer is when you're drinkin', POP! You better not be! WE NEED TO TALK! I just found out you were at my wedding?? I have so many questions... don't let me down again Pop, we can fix all of this... finally- I'm on my way!" ] Save to archive. Fritzy and Larson exchange a knowing stare. Their investigation just picked up a primary suspect, and last known person to likely have seen the victim alive. Click- next. [ "Dad! Stan isn't picking up his phone, is he with you? He seemed a little unbalanced earlier, you know how he can get... tell him to call me... annnd dad? Lock the drawer! Be Careful. Tommy-" ] Save to archive. Larson looks up to the team. Click- end messages.
Larson _ Detective 'Get me the return number for Tommy. Two little boys in the pictures, huh? Very different messages- different relationships with Father? Where there's smoke, there might be fire. Just working theories for now, team. Now, I task you with a very important job... go get me some answers!' .
They scatter to respective posts to continue to search for anything they can use to accomplish their mission. Fritzy finds a family album with pictures spanning generations inside. He thumbs threw a few laughing at the funniest ones. Page by page, generation by generation the pictures seem to get dark. The final page turn he sees a photo of Stan staring directly back at him, through him. He drops the album, playing it off at the other cops looking over at the noise. Fritzy picks the album back up, opening to a page where pictures of Stan and his dad reside, both as younger teens. Fritzy peels back the film, taking one picture out, delicately laying it on top of the other. He pulls small PD issued notepad and pencil from his pocket protector. Ripping a little note page off the spiral spine, his pupils narrow focus. Fritzy traces on the paper over each mans silhouette, he lays the two on top of each other. The skulls, necks, and shoulders match up with just a slight height difference.
Fritzy _ Detective 'That's kind of weird. Almost identical...' .
Larson leans over his shoulder, Fritzy drops the note sheet, Larson grumbles walking back out to the hallway until they have something new. In the corner of the room is an angled window. Tiny, but visible, is a reflection from the top of a building far in the distance. Hair on a head backs away from a scope, zooming in from a sniper rifle. Stan turns around with a look of concern on his face; seeing the progress the Detectives may be making by going over the scene he left such a disaster.
"This shared perspective thing isn't working for me, Pop. One body isn't much of a party. I guess we will have to make this work for the moment. More urgent... the situation unfolding around your corpse. What could they find? DNA? I've been in your house a million times. There's plenty of good reasons for it to be there. I think I tossed the hammer... right? Gosh- I was so angry, I can't even remember? It's like I was watching myself do something awful to my own flesh and blood... I can't let them catch us. We are just starting to live this dream, no matter who's it was in the beginning. I won't let them take it so close to the goals we have. Winning New Year's Ball would be the start of something truly special. A father and son, working together for once in their miserable existences. We have to get our story straight. A winning story that anyone could believe. They have to. Or we might have to do it again... and again! AND AGAINNNN!"
Stan's face twitches, he grins wide ear to ear. [ RING, RING, RING, RING ] Transition to somewhere in the Carribean south of the Florida Keys, a figure that could easily pass for Stan, but isn't. He slowly holds a phone up to his ear preferring just to listen.
Fritzy _ Detective 'Hello? Is this Thomas? Brother of Stanley? Hello..? Are you there- it's just that, we have news about your father, and questions about your brother, please call me back at...'.
Thomas lowers the phone from his ear. His shoulders release coinciding with a deep dreadful sigh.
Thomas _ 'Please God, anything but the hammer... oh, Stan, anything but that damn hammer...' .
We see Detective Fritzy hang up after leaving the message to Thomas for a return call about news. He picks up his bags of files, slinging them over either shoulder, the now labeled plastic evidence bag with the hammer in it peeks out of the bag on the left side of his back. The top of the hammer has a skull and crossbones symbol on it. It starts to glow red like it is conducting some type of electrical surge. Detective Fritzy heads out to his vehicle oblivious to any glowing hammer features behind him in the bag. Square Hammer by Ghost plays the scene out.
Detectives in coats and top hats back in Manhattan examine the crime scene where Stan's father ended. In a chair with his face mutilated to all hell. Next to the Titos bottle, tucked between the chair and the wall, is the handle of something. The lead detective bends down, using gloves to pull out a hammer soaked in blood and skin fragments. He dips it into the waiting open evidence bag of a forensics dweeb. Another cop pulls a photo of two young boys off the refrigerator. In the background the "Who Needs A Dad," phrase written in blood, next to several partial prints also in blood. Stressed by the gruesome outlook and lack of witnesses, the Detective lights up to think it over.
Larson _ Detective 'Get all this shit down to the lab. We can't be totally sure what we're dealing with until all this is analyzed, Fritzy! Some real sick-o to be sure. Who would do this? Why not just rob the guy? It looks veerrrrry personal!' .
Detective Larson examines a machine on the kitchen counter, finding a play button we get a glimpse of the voicemails Stan's Dad received in the time leading to his passing. [ "This is ridiculous dad, call me back! Tommy-" ] Save to archive. Click- next. [ "You selfish motherfucker, this is the last time I agree to meet you anywhere!!" ] Save to archive. Everyone in the room collecting forensic evidence stops, listening to the machine. Click- next. [ "Onllyyy time you don't answer is when you're drinkin', POP! You better not be! WE NEED TO TALK! I just found out you were at my wedding?? I have so many questions... don't let me down again Pop, we can fix all of this... finally- I'm on my way!" ] Save to archive. Fritzy and Larson exchange a knowing stare. Their investigation just picked up a primary suspect, and last known person to likely have seen the victim alive. Click- next. [ "Dad! Stan isn't picking up his phone, is he with you? He seemed a little unbalanced earlier, you know how he can get... tell him to call me... annnd dad? Lock the drawer! Be Careful. Tommy-" ] Save to archive. Larson looks up to the team. Click- end messages.
Larson _ Detective 'Get me the return number for Tommy. Two little boys in the pictures, huh? Very different messages- different relationships with Father? Where there's smoke, there might be fire. Just working theories for now, team. Now, I task you with a very important job... go get me some answers!' .
They scatter to respective posts to continue to search for anything they can use to accomplish their mission. Fritzy finds a family album with pictures spanning generations inside. He thumbs threw a few laughing at the funniest ones. Page by page, generation by generation the pictures seem to get dark. The final page turn he sees a photo of Stan staring directly back at him, through him. He drops the album, playing it off at the other cops looking over at the noise. Fritzy picks the album back up, opening to a page where pictures of Stan and his dad reside, both as younger teens. Fritzy peels back the film, taking one picture out, delicately laying it on top of the other. He pulls small PD issued notepad and pencil from his pocket protector. Ripping a little note page off the spiral spine, his pupils narrow focus. Fritzy traces on the paper over each mans silhouette, he lays the two on top of each other. The skulls, necks, and shoulders match up with just a slight height difference.
Fritzy _ Detective 'That's kind of weird. Almost identical...' .
Larson leans over his shoulder, Fritzy drops the note sheet, Larson grumbles walking back out to the hallway until they have something new. In the corner of the room is an angled window. Tiny, but visible, is a reflection from the top of a building far in the distance. Hair on a head backs away from a scope, zooming in from a sniper rifle. Stan turns around with a look of concern on his face; seeing the progress the Detectives may be making by going over the scene he left such a disaster.
"This shared perspective thing isn't working for me, Pop. One body isn't much of a party. I guess we will have to make this work for the moment. More urgent... the situation unfolding around your corpse. What could they find? DNA? I've been in your house a million times. There's plenty of good reasons for it to be there. I think I tossed the hammer... right? Gosh- I was so angry, I can't even remember? It's like I was watching myself do something awful to my own flesh and blood... I can't let them catch us. We are just starting to live this dream, no matter who's it was in the beginning. I won't let them take it so close to the goals we have. Winning New Year's Ball would be the start of something truly special. A father and son, working together for once in their miserable existences. We have to get our story straight. A winning story that anyone could believe. They have to. Or we might have to do it again... and again! AND AGAINNNN!"
Stan's face twitches, he grins wide ear to ear. [ RING, RING, RING, RING ] Transition to somewhere in the Carribean south of the Florida Keys, a figure that could easily pass for Stan, but isn't. He slowly holds a phone up to his ear preferring just to listen.
Fritzy _ Detective 'Hello? Is this Thomas? Brother of Stanley? Hello..? Are you there- it's just that, we have news about your father, and questions about your brother, please call me back at...'.
Thomas lowers the phone from his ear. His shoulders release coinciding with a deep dreadful sigh.
Thomas _ 'Please God, anything but the hammer... oh, Stan, anything but that damn hammer...' .
We see Detective Fritzy hang up after leaving the message to Thomas for a return call about news. He picks up his bags of files, slinging them over either shoulder, the now labeled plastic evidence bag with the hammer in it peeks out of the bag on the left side of his back. The top of the hammer has a skull and crossbones symbol on it. It starts to glow red like it is conducting some type of electrical surge. Detective Fritzy heads out to his vehicle oblivious to any glowing hammer features behind him in the bag. Square Hammer by Ghost plays the scene out.