Anthony Douglas #16

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Ext: Anthony Douglas' ranch porch - 12:30 PM, April 22nd, 2006

On a beautiful, sunny April day in Marana, Arizona (like it would be anything but sunny in Arizona), Anthony Douglas walks out onto his porch in a white t-shirt, blue jeans and his black cowboy boots. His pant bottoms are tucked into his boots, his shirt into his jeans, showing a black leather belt with a silver belt buckle. In Anthony's hand is a large glass of iced sweet tea. A light breeze moves the American flag on the flagpole at the gate of the "Rancho Derechos Ultimos." He sits on a rocking chair and sips his glass.

Anthony
(inhaling deeply)

The time was, long ago, I'd enjoy a day like this. Get on my horse, Shadowdancer, and ride north to Catalina, over the Tortillita Mountains behind me, then eat at The Gold Room and ride home. I'd enjoy the 85 degrees that April brings to Arizona. Now, who gives a damn? Days blown in heat, nights blow out cold! And everything just blows!

Anthony looks at his watch. He takes another sip of his sweet tea and raises his head.

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A WASP'S NEST

Anthony stands up and pulls out wasp killer from the hutch next to the rocking chair, aims and shoots. The wasps fall to the ground, dead.

ANTHONY
(stepping on the wasps)

I hate these things. Territorial, aggressive and deadly, especially to me! Last time I was stung, I was in the hospital for three days due to the allergy. No one came to visit me, no one bothered to say sh*t! Not pity. . .and that's exact what I don't need from you, Jade! You can take your pity and your tears and save them for someone else! I don't need some amateur psychologist trying to examine me.

• Look at this picture. . .what do you see?
  
• Tell me about your dreams!
  
• Well, "doctor," first you can eat a bag of sh*t! Better people than you in worse places have tried to understand me! Hell, what you think about me means absolutely nothing to me!
  

So, take your damn pity, Jade! You think I'm going to show pity or remorse for you? You think I give a good G-d damn what "pain" you think I'm in? My pain ended years ago, Jade! There's nothing left! I've hurt and turned against everyone I ever showed the slightest care for and I should feel something, but I feel nothing! No pity, no remorse, no regret! So, dress your ass up in white, looking all innocent and pure! What the f*ck do you think you are, Mother Teresa? You call yourself that high and mighty? Jade, you want me to take my violence out on you so I don't take it out on anyone else? Whatever! I'll do whatever I feel, Jade! I've done both, I'll do both! You may have empathy for me, don't expect me to show any empathy for you! I live by three rules:

• I ask for and want no quarter.
  
• I will not be ordered to do something.
  
• I do not care for anyone!
  

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So, look to your psychology and try to understand, Jade. . .I simply don't give a sh*t! You're right on one thing! I'm not insane, I just don't care anymore. So, bring your "A" game, Jade. Anything less, that smile you use to get men to buy your coffee will be a distant memory!

Anthony walks out into the walkway, then to the back to the horse stable. A 16 hand gray quarterhorse gallops up. Anthony pets it, then pulls out a sugar cube. The horse eats it. Anthony whistles. A rottweiler and a German Shepherd picks their heads up and run toward Anthony. He takes them inside with him and sits in a brown leather sofa underneath a mounted elk head. The room has a hunter's flavor. Furs, heads and rifles decorate the room.

ANTHONY

Some would say I was left a good life. I have no one share this life with! I have no family, I have no future. What do I have to look forward to? What future do I have? I am surrounded by everything I could ever want and nothing I could ever need! I am a felon, a ward of the state with no future. So, what could you possibly do to me, Blade, that I haven't done to myself or that hasn't been done to me already? You want to give me a way out, a one time pass? The judge at my first felony assault trial said that to me. I spit on the floor of his court and told him to take his pass and use it to stop the sh*t that came out of his mouth! You, Blade, seem to think that I need backup. . .last time I saw you in a fight with me. . .you were begging for mercy, crying, whining and pleading for me to kill you now! It took 15 people to remove me from doing that! Don't you remember (Anthony tilts his head to the right, or is the memory so traumatic that you've blocked it out?

Anthony stands up and looks at a Moose head.

ANTHONY

Let me remind you what happened? I beat your ass so bad, it made what Lantlas did to you in your f*ggoty little boiler room match seem light! You begged me to help you, but why should one drowning man help another drowning man? Why should I have helped you? Because you asked me to? No, no. . .see, the weak are there to be dominated by the strong and the smart are there to dominate the stupid. I didn't need backup in the HHW when I beat your ass, I didn't need help in the PCW when I beat you ass. . .and if you truly want me to seal your death warrant, I'll be part of your stupid little Hell in the Cell match! You talk about the truth, the truth is I'll take all your toes shove them straight up your ass! So, put whatever you want in the match; landmines, your backbone, your balls, an asshole stomper. . .well, that's me! I'm the asshole stomper, ready to stomp the asshole into something he already is: A pile of liquid sh*t! So, Blade. . .Hable a Dios! Diga sus oraciones! Haga su paz! Su muerte viene pronto! Sooner than you think, son. Because I beat your ass once. . .I'll beat your ass again, and again and again. . .until that child you attacked his old and gray!

Anthony whistles and his two dogs follow him downstairs into Anthony's basement.

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