HARVEY stands in front of the TV in his tattered robes. He is freaking out.
On the TV is news coverage of the death of TIM.
A Missing CDC doctor has been
found dead in a river near Atlanta,
an apparent suicide.
That’s fuckin’ Tim!
Oh my fuckin God!
Just then TED enters the cabin, returning from his hunting trip.
What the fuck are you on about?
HARVEY(POINTING TO TV)
It’s Tim! They got Tim!
Shit! Is his journal still here?
HARVEY(DROPS TO HIS KNEES)
It’s fuckin over! We’re Fucked!
They’re gonna find us!
Keep your shit together! The Journal
Is the journal still here?
Yeah it’s over there on
The counter…Fuck! We gotta run!
We gotta keep running!
Ted walks over the counter and picks up the journal, leafing through it. Then he holds it up.
Fuck that! This right here is
how we win. Now it’s time to
take it to them. It’s time
we go on the hunt!
What? Do you understand what’s goin
on here? The two of us against all
You’re right. We need backup. And
I know just the guy.
Ted walks confidently back to the door, puts his hand on the knob and turns back to Harvey.
Now get your fat ass up. Tie yer damn
robe shut, and get yer ass movin!
Harvey gathers himself and rises, he foppishly arranges his clothes and ties his robe shut. He strides over to the door and huffily follows Ted out.
Ted and Harvey enter a strip club. Music blaring ‘Girls L.G.B.N.A.F.’ by Ice T. Strobe lights flash, a crowd young men crowd the stage, ogling the strippers. Many of the customers are black men, at seeing this Harvey cowardly hides behind Ted. The duo make their way through the club maneuvering around naked dancers and half naked waitresses. They make their way to a VIP booth guarded by two hulking men.
Good evening gentlemen. I need just
a minute with your boss back there.
Unless you hiddin some titties and
a vagina under your clothes I you
ain’t getting in.
That’s funny. Harvey, this guy is funny
Ted smashes the giant man in the face and as the second guard moves to step in Harvey drops to the floor and starts gnawing the leg of the second guard. In the background a gunshot goes off and the fighting ceases. ICE T. emerges from the shadows surrounded by a bevy of naked women.
What in tha fuck is goin
on out here?
Ice T. walks up menacingly and the pistol whips his own guards.
Getcher damn hands of my man Ted.
These some dumb ass niggers, they’re
always fuckin up. Now what the fuck
you want Ted?
We’re goin huntin for some Deep
State fucks. Figured that would
Be something you’d be interested
Only if they’re dirty cops. Got a whole
new image now. I’ve evolved.
TED(POINTING TO HARVEY)
They’re even dirtier than this fat fuck.
Damn! That’s pretty fuckin dirty.
So, you in?
Oh hell yes.