Post by djblue on Apr 3, 2006 21:24:38 GMT -5
FADE IN
Ext. A city street in a rainstorm - Dusk
Anthony Douglas, wearing his duster and cowboy hat, walks down an empty city street in the pouring rain, a blank, stoic look on his face. The win whips his duster back. His head is down.
ANTHONY (V.O.)
I used to have faith. Faith was imparted on my by friends, family, parents and the hebrew school I was enrolled in. Tucson Hebrew Academy! I was bar mitzvahed at the age of 14. I believe G-d would truly lead me right! G-d was my life! I read my Talmud, I studied my Torah. . .I was given a Tanakah by my rabbi at my Bar Mitzvah! I kept Kosher. I truly had faith! I truly believed in everything religion told me.
ANTHONY (speaking)
G-d doesn't exist. It never has. It never will! Jesus Christ isn't worth my time! Jesus Christ couldn't help himself. When I was in prison, I was told to put my faith in Jesus! (Anthony looks at the sky. Shouts) WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU!!!! WHERE THE HELL WAS G-D WHEN I NEEDED HIM MOST!?!?!
Anthony shakes his head and continues walking
ANTHONY [V.O.]
You go to church, Seth! You take time, get on your knees, suck up to G-d because you've sucked for a very long time, and prayer your ass off, son! Go to a Priest, a reverend, the holy man who worship's by squeezing the goat's testicle. . .whatever rocks your jollies, Seth. It's all fine by me! Make your peace with G-d. . .use the ghetto to draw your inspiration! Look down on humanity. . .sh*t, I do that daily, hourly. . .I do that minute by minute, second by second. Try to convince yourself I'm a suicidial psychopath. I'm not crazy. . .it's easy to think I'm a lunatic. It's easy to tag me that way, Seth! I'm perfectly sane. I just don't care! It's not that I'm crazy, it's just I'm indifferent about everything. . .only my hatred takes me. Hatred of you, Seth. . .Hatred of people, hatred of myself; and hatred of that thing you pray to, Seth! So, make sure you take the time say your Hail Marys, or whatever the hell you do to pray. . .put your faith in the G-d, son. . .because in the end, you'll realize all the prayers in the world mean jack sh*t because there is no G-d!
Anthony looks toward a lake and walks to the shore. He watches the waves roll in. The rain lets up a bit, but still pours down. The waves touch Anthony's cowboy boots.
ANTHONY [V.O.]
You let this thing called G-d control your life, Seth! You pray to him for the strength to beat me! Seth, I don't need prayers to beat you! I don't need parables and symbols of what you want to try to make me look weak, hopeless and a lost soul! I know I'm lost. I have no faith, I have no hope. . .I have no future. And neither do you! You think I am controlled? Those who don't care anymore are controlled by no one, son! Those who have lost the will to live are controlled by no one. I'm not kicking your ass because I'm told to! This is personal, Seth. . .you, Lantlas and Blade. . .it's not because I have to. It's because you need me to and I want to! You want an ass kicking! You get down on your knees and pray to G-d. . .you beg me "Anthony, I need my ass kicked! I want my ass kicked! I can't live without yme insulting you and you, Anthony, kicking my vital organs into liquid sh*t!" Each time you open your mouths, you tell me how much you want the beating your parents never gave you.
ANTHONY [spoken]
I am not wretched and weak, Seth. I just don't give a crap! (Anthony smiles) You aren't afraid of me, Seth? You will be, son! You will be! Because G-d doesn't decide when you live, when you're born, or when you die. I do! In your case, Seth Sinn, I decide when you die! And you die at Trauma! In my hands, I hold your life. In your hands, you hold. . .your hands! You hold nothing, you are nothing. . .and after Trauma, you will be nothing by a memory for the rest of time. So pray G-d, use your metaphors, act like a jackass! In the end, this "teddy bear" will play G-d and end your useless, pathetic existance after you beg for G-d's mercy. . .after you beg for my mercy! I'm going to hell, son! And I'm taking you, Lantlas and Blade will me!
FADE TO BLACK AS ANTHONY WALKS AWAY FROM THE CAMERA
Ext. A city street in a rainstorm - Dusk
Anthony Douglas, wearing his duster and cowboy hat, walks down an empty city street in the pouring rain, a blank, stoic look on his face. The win whips his duster back. His head is down.
ANTHONY (V.O.)
I used to have faith. Faith was imparted on my by friends, family, parents and the hebrew school I was enrolled in. Tucson Hebrew Academy! I was bar mitzvahed at the age of 14. I believe G-d would truly lead me right! G-d was my life! I read my Talmud, I studied my Torah. . .I was given a Tanakah by my rabbi at my Bar Mitzvah! I kept Kosher. I truly had faith! I truly believed in everything religion told me.
ANTHONY (speaking)
G-d doesn't exist. It never has. It never will! Jesus Christ isn't worth my time! Jesus Christ couldn't help himself. When I was in prison, I was told to put my faith in Jesus! (Anthony looks at the sky. Shouts) WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU!!!! WHERE THE HELL WAS G-D WHEN I NEEDED HIM MOST!?!?!
Anthony shakes his head and continues walking
ANTHONY [V.O.]
You go to church, Seth! You take time, get on your knees, suck up to G-d because you've sucked for a very long time, and prayer your ass off, son! Go to a Priest, a reverend, the holy man who worship's by squeezing the goat's testicle. . .whatever rocks your jollies, Seth. It's all fine by me! Make your peace with G-d. . .use the ghetto to draw your inspiration! Look down on humanity. . .sh*t, I do that daily, hourly. . .I do that minute by minute, second by second. Try to convince yourself I'm a suicidial psychopath. I'm not crazy. . .it's easy to think I'm a lunatic. It's easy to tag me that way, Seth! I'm perfectly sane. I just don't care! It's not that I'm crazy, it's just I'm indifferent about everything. . .only my hatred takes me. Hatred of you, Seth. . .Hatred of people, hatred of myself; and hatred of that thing you pray to, Seth! So, make sure you take the time say your Hail Marys, or whatever the hell you do to pray. . .put your faith in the G-d, son. . .because in the end, you'll realize all the prayers in the world mean jack sh*t because there is no G-d!
Anthony looks toward a lake and walks to the shore. He watches the waves roll in. The rain lets up a bit, but still pours down. The waves touch Anthony's cowboy boots.
ANTHONY [V.O.]
You let this thing called G-d control your life, Seth! You pray to him for the strength to beat me! Seth, I don't need prayers to beat you! I don't need parables and symbols of what you want to try to make me look weak, hopeless and a lost soul! I know I'm lost. I have no faith, I have no hope. . .I have no future. And neither do you! You think I am controlled? Those who don't care anymore are controlled by no one, son! Those who have lost the will to live are controlled by no one. I'm not kicking your ass because I'm told to! This is personal, Seth. . .you, Lantlas and Blade. . .it's not because I have to. It's because you need me to and I want to! You want an ass kicking! You get down on your knees and pray to G-d. . .you beg me "Anthony, I need my ass kicked! I want my ass kicked! I can't live without yme insulting you and you, Anthony, kicking my vital organs into liquid sh*t!" Each time you open your mouths, you tell me how much you want the beating your parents never gave you.
ANTHONY [spoken]
I am not wretched and weak, Seth. I just don't give a crap! (Anthony smiles) You aren't afraid of me, Seth? You will be, son! You will be! Because G-d doesn't decide when you live, when you're born, or when you die. I do! In your case, Seth Sinn, I decide when you die! And you die at Trauma! In my hands, I hold your life. In your hands, you hold. . .your hands! You hold nothing, you are nothing. . .and after Trauma, you will be nothing by a memory for the rest of time. So pray G-d, use your metaphors, act like a jackass! In the end, this "teddy bear" will play G-d and end your useless, pathetic existance after you beg for G-d's mercy. . .after you beg for my mercy! I'm going to hell, son! And I'm taking you, Lantlas and Blade will me!
FADE TO BLACK AS ANTHONY WALKS AWAY FROM THE CAMERA