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Babu & Ricky Reid get an offer they can't refuse..; The Syndicate has arrived.
Topic Started: Jan 17 2011, 06:07 PM (72 Views)
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Somewhere off the coast of Miami, Florida in international waters...




Ricky Reid and Babu are leaning over the stern of a 130' yacht, looking out on the distant Miami skyline. Despite the setting sun, both men are wearing black Oakley Why 8.2's to match their white, three-button Luciano Barbera suits. They each add their own touch of style to the neo-Scarface look though, as Ricky is rocking his usual Afro and Babu has his traditional Kufi on. Each of them puff away on a San Cristobal, one of Cuba's finest cigars, as 'Dime Si Llegue A Tiempo' by Johnny Pacheco and the legendary Celia Cruz plays in the background (listen for full effect). Ricky turns to Babu.



"This is the life."



Babu just nods silently. He blows a cloud of smoke into the breeze. Ricky continues.



"But what are we doing out here? I've heard some things about this guy..."
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"And I'm sure they've been nothing but complimentary!"


Ricky coughs up the smoke in his lungs, caught off guard by the interruption. As Babu and Ricky turn around to face their host, Babu raises an eyebrow at Reid, like 'nice going asshole'.



"Gentlemen, you know who I am."



It's the same raspy voiced mystery man who has already approached Jake Rogers, Mr. Jones & C A White. Once again, a convenient, rear camera angle conceals this man's identity to the viewer. Babu and Ricky Reid are in full view however as they nod in response to the man. This mystery man punctuates every statement with a well timed puff of his own cigar.



"Very well. But do you know WHY you're here?"



He says with an ominous tone, however, neither Ricky nor Babu are easily stirred. Ricky replies with a touch of sarcasm.



"I know WHY we agreed to meet you out here. That envelope you left in my house is going to put my kids through college and my associate here will probably be able to put his through flight school!"



Babu drives the heel of his alligator shoes into Reid's toe. Reid flinches, then shrugs.



"Ouch, too soon?!"


The mystery man stands there silently. He exhales a cloud of smoke. Reid suddenly realizes this isn't the time and place. He turns back to the man, his lips zipped up tightly. Babu folds his arms across his chest, not fazed by the man's silent intimidation. He chews away at the cigar.



"You're here, because I have a job for the both of you. The details will be made available to you when necessary, but for right now, all you need to know is you work for me. Consider it an offer you can't refuse."


Babu doesn't like to be told what to do, he takes a step towards the man but Ricky puts his arm in front of Babu's chest. Ricky holds up a hand, cautiously.


"Now, hold on a minute there El Jefe! What my associate meant to say...thank you for the cash and the cigars, thank you, but-"



Suddenly the cabin doors burst open!!! Ricky jumps back, Babu holds his ground. Two very large men, that resemble Mr. Troupe and Marcus Daniels in secret service uniforms, drag someone bound in ropes out onto the deck of the yacht. The mystery man raises a finger.



"Excuse me gentlemen, I have some quick business to attend to."


He turns his attention to his cronies and their prisoner. Not only is this man bound in ropes, he's got a black bag covering his head and a block of cement dried around his feet. Other than this man's muffled pleading, the only other noise at the moment are the light ripples slapping against the hull of the yacht. It's too late for pleading.



"So, you think you're the Big Man On Campus, huh?"



The mystery man nods to the ocean. The two big men drag this poor soul to the edge of the boat.



"I'm afraid not. I hope you can swim. Ha..ha..ha!"



The burly thugs proceed to toss the hooded individual overboard with a loud tha-dunk sounding splash!. Ricky and Babu immediately turn arond, and lean over the edge of the boat to see if the man's okay, although they both know what just happened. By the time they turn around, nothing but bubbles are rising to the surface. Babu's jaw drops. His cigar rolls out of his mouth and flips into the water. Ricky Reid gulps. The mystery man clears his throat. Both men turn around nervously.


"So gentlemen, do we have a deal?"



Ricky and Babu nod slowly. What other choice do they have?



"Delightful! Let's have a toast!"



Another gentlemen steps out onto the deck, carrying a tray with a bottle of Dom Pérignon and three champagne glasses. The mystery man takes a glass. Ricky and Babu each take one as well. The man raises his glass, they join him.


"To the future gentlemen, to, The Syndicate!"


They clink their glasses and the scene fades out as Johnny Pacheco and Celia Cruz's 'Dime Si Llegue A Tiempo' continues to play.
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