::: We open up with Van Man, Mr. White, Mr. Pink, Mr. Orange all in a room arguing over who the mole was. There whole plan was fucked up by one mole. There was a rat in the group, one of them tipped off the cops and nobody can trust anyone now. Especially the Van Man... Mr. White, Mr. Pink and the Van Man are all waiting in the warehouse after the job. They sit and wait for the others. All of a sudden, Mr. White burst through the door  as Mr. Pink begins to speak :::

::: Mr. Blonde sits on a counter, drinking a fast food coke and eating a hot dog. ::: 

Mr. Pink: Mr. Blonde! You okay? We thought you might've gotten caught. What happened? 

::: Mr. Blonde doesn't answer, he just hops off the counter and starts walking around the warehouse, checking them place out. He doesn't look at either Van Man, Mr. Pink or Mr. White, he just eats his hot dog and sips his coke. This is making Pink, White and the Van Man nervous as hell. But Mr. Pink tries to talk through it. ::: 

Mr. Pink: Really, how did you get away? 

::: Mr. Blonde walks the loft. Silent. ::: 

Mr. Pink: You saw what happened to me, I found a hole and booked. 

::: Silence ::: 

Van Man: Where's Mr. Blue? 

::: Blonde looks in the bathroom  ::: 

Van Man: We were hoping you two would be together. 

::: Blonde looks out the window  ::: 

Van Man: That was the big question we had, what happened to Mr. Blue and you? 

::: Blonde looks away from the window  ::: 

Van Man: We were worried the cops got ya. 

::: Blonde bends down over Mr. Orange  ::: 

Mr. Pink: He got it in the belly. He's still alive, but won't be for long. 

Mr. White: Enough! You better start talkin to us, asshole, cause we got shit we need to talk about. We're already freaked out, we need you actin freaky like we need a fuckin bag on our hip.  

::: Mr. Blonde looks at his two partners in crime, then moves towards them.  ::: 

Mr. Blonde: So, talk. 

Mr. White: We think we got a rat in the house. 

Mr. Pink: I guarantee we got a rat in the house. 

Mr. Blonde: What would ever make you think that? 

Mr. White: Is that supposed to be funny? 

Van Man: We don't think this place is safe. 

Mr. White: This place just ain't secure anymore. We're leaving, and you should go with us. 

Mr. Blonde: Nobody's going anywhere. 

::: Silence takes over the room. Mr. Blonde stops moving. After a few beats the silence is broken ::: 

Mr. White: (to Mr. Pink) Piss on this turd, we're outta here. 

::: Mr. White turns to leave ::: 

Mr. Blonde: Don't take another step, Mr. White. 

::: Mr. White explodes, raising his gun and charging towards Mr. Blonde ::: 

Mr. White: Fuck you, maniac! It's your fuckin fault we're in so much trouble. 

::: Mr. Blonde calmly sits down. He looks to Mr. Pink ::: 

Mr. Blonde: We're gonna sit here and wait. 

Mr. White: For what, the cops?

Mr. Blonde: Nice Guy Eddie. 

Mr. Pink: Nice Guy Eddie? What makes you think Nice Guy's anywhere but on a plane half way to Costa Rica? 

Mr. Blonde: Cause I just talked to him. He's on his way down here, and nobody's going anywhere till be gets here. 

Mr. White: You talked to Nice Guy Eddie? Why the fuck didn't you say that in the first place?

Mr. Blonde: You didn't ask. 

Mr. White: Hardy-fuckin-har. What did he say?

Mr. Blonde: Stay put. Okay, fellas, take a look at the little surprise I brought you. 

::: Mr. Blonde opens up the truck of his car. A handcuffed, man who is ball gaged is curled up inside the trunk ::: 

Mr. Blonde: So while we're waitin for Nice Guy Eddie, what say we have a little fun finding out who the rat is. 

::: They bring the gagged man into the warehouse and tie him to a chair. They remove the gag as the Van Man is shocked to see it is Impact. Mr. Blonde takes the butt of his gun and smacks Impact in the nose with it, causing blood to rush down the whole bottom of his face ::: 

Van Man: What is he doing here? You told me if I got someone to take the rap he wouldn't get hurt.

Mr. Blonde: Well you know, desperate times call for desperate measures. 

::: Nice Guy Eddie walks in and everybody jumps ::: 

Nice Guy Eddie: What in Sam Hill is goin on? 

Mr. Pink: Hey, Nice Guy, we got someone who might know a thing or two about who ratted us out.

Nice Guy Eddie: I take it this is the bastard you told me about. (referring to Impact) Why the hell are you beating on him? 

Mr. Pink: Hey, So he'll tell us who the fuck set us up. 

Van Man: Would you stop it with that shit! You beat on him enough, he'll tell ya he started the Chicago fire. That don't necessarily make it so. He doesn't know anything trust me on this one. He was just supposed to take the rap. 

Nice Guy Eddie: Okay, first things fucking last, where's the shit? Please tell me somebody brought something with them. 

Mr. Pink: I got a bag. I stashed it till I could be sure this place wasn't a police station. 

Nice Guy Eddie: Well, let's go get it. We also gotta get rid of all those cars. It looks like Sam's hot car lot outside. (pointing to Mr. Blonde) You stay here and babysit the little prick, Impact. Van Man, you come with me, you gotta clean these cars for evidence and shit. (referring to Mr. Pink and Mr. White) You two take a car each, I'll follow ya. You ditch it, I'll pick you up, then we'll pick up the stones. 

::: Eddie, Mr. White and Mr. Pink walk out of the warehouse talking amongst themselves. Mr. Blonde closes the door after them. He then slowly turns his head towards Impact :::

Mr. Blonde: Alone at last. Now where were we? 

Impact: I told you I don't know anything about any fucking set up. My friend the Van Man told me that he just needed someone to drive him to the jewelry store cause he had something to do there. Then fucking bullets are flying all over the place! I don't know anything! You can torture me if you want, I don't know shit! 

Mr. Blonde: Thanks, don't mind if I do. 

Impact: Your boss even said there wasn't a set up. 

Mr. Blonde: First off, I don't have a boss. Are you clear about that? 

::: He punches Impact in the face so hard his knuckles start bleeding ::: 

Mr. Blonde: I asked you a question. Are you clear about that? 

Impact: Yes.

Mr. Blonde: Now I'm not gonna bullshit you. I don't really care about what you know or don't know. I'm gonna torture you for awhile regardless. Not to get information, but because torturing assholes amuses me. There's nothing you can say, there's nothing you can do. Except pray for death. 

::: He puts the tape over Impact's mouth. Mr. Blonde walks away from the cop ::: 

Mr. Blonde: Let's see what's on K-BILLY'S "super sounds of the seventies" weekend. 

::: He turns on the radio. Stealer's Wheel's hit "Stuck in the Middle with You" plays over the speaker. Mr. Blonde slowly walks toward Impact. He opens a large knife. He grabs a chair, places it in front of Impact's battered body and sits in it. Mr. Blonde just stares into Impact's, holding the knife, singing along with the song. Then, like a cobra, he LASHES out. A SLASH across the face. Impact moves around wildly as he tries to hold in the immense pain. Mr. Blonde just stares into the Impact's, singing along with the seventies hit. Then he reaches out and CUTS OFF Impact's ear. Impact screams in wild pain as he feels the blade begin to cut. He tries to struggle, but Mr. Blonde only drives the knife in harder. Mr. Blonde holds the ear up Impact to see. Mr. Blonde rises, kicking the chair he was sitting on out of the way :::

Mr. Blonde: How does that feel. Wait, Can you HEAR me? Ha ha ha. Now if you will excuse me, I will be right back. Don't go anywhere... 

::: Mr. Blonde walks out of the warehouse to his car. He opens the trunk, pulls out a large can of gasoline. He walks back inside the warehouse carrying the can of gas. Mr. Blonde POURS the gasoline all over Impact, who's BEGGING him not to do this. Impact yields in pain as the gasoline passes into his cuts causing a burning feeling throughout his whole body. Mr. Blonde just sings along with Stealer's Wheel. Mr. Blonde LIGHTS up a match and, while mouthing ::: 

Mr. Blonde: "Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to the right. Here I am, stuck in the middle with you." 

::: As Mr. Blonde is singing and dancing, Impact is able to pick up Mr. Pink's gun which he left on the ground. Impact holds the gun in his hand so Mr. Blonde can't see it. He moves the match up to Impact as Impact begins to shoot at Mr. Blonde. Mr. Blonde takes all of the Bullet hits as Impact empties his whole weapon. However, as Mr. Blonde begins to fall, he drops the match on the line of gasoline trailing to Impact. The match falls on the gasoline and sets Impact up in immense flames. Impact screams in horror as he looks around for something to put it out. Impact sees a bathtub in the warehouse half full of water. Impact jumps in and puts the flames out. Impact screams in pain as his body is scarred and torched. Impact tries to stand up and tries to walk over to the chair and sit back down to regain conciseness ::: 

Impact: That fucking bastard! That fucking sick fucking bastard! I gotta get out of here, I have no other fucking choice now. 

::: Nice Guy Eddie, Van Man. Mr. White and Mr. Pink walk in the room. They stop in their tracks :::

Nice Guy Eddie: What the fuck happened here?

Van Man: It looks like Blonde went crazy! He slashed Impact's face, cut off his ear and was burned him alive. 

Nice Guy Eddie: Who cares what he did to this fucking jerkoff! Mr. Blonde was a good friend of me and my father. 

Van Man: But look what he did to Impact! He was probably gonna come after us the second we walked through that door!

Joe Cabot: That's just more bullshit. 

::: They all turn around and see Joe Cabot standing in the warehouse doorway. He walks into the room ::: 

Joe Cabot: This man set us up. 

Nice Guy Eddie: Daddy, I'm sorry, I don't know what's happening. 

Joe Cabot: That's okay, Eddie, I do. 

Mr. White: What the fuck are you talking about? 

Joe Cabot: (pointing to Mr. Pink) That piece of shit. Workin with the cops. 

Mr. White: What? 

Joe Cabot: I said this lump of shit is workin with the LAPD. Aren't you? 

Mr. Pink: I don't have the slightest fuckin idea what you're talkin about. 

::: Joe whips out a revolver and aims it at the Mr. Pink. Mr. White brings his .45 up at Joe. Eddie and Van Man are shook awake by the flash of firearms. Eddie raises his gun, pointing it at Mr. White. ::: 

Nice Guy Eddie: Have you lost your fucking mind? Put your gun down! 

::: Van Man fades into the background, wanting no part of this ::: 

Mr. White: Joe, you're making a terrible mistake I can't let you make. 

Nice Guy Eddie: Stop pointing your fuckin gun at daddy! 

Joe Cabot: Don't worry, Eddie. Me and Larry have been friends a long time, he ain't gonna shoot. We like each other too much. 

Mr. White: Joe, if you kill that man, you die next. Repeat, if you kill that man, you die next!

::: Joe still pointing his gun at Mr. Pink, not taking his eyes off him. Mr. White pointing at Joe, looking like he's ready to start firing any minute. Eddie scared shitless for his father, gun locked on Mr. White. Van Man walking backwards away from the action. Nobody says nothing :::

Van Man: C'mon, guys, nobody wants this. We're supposed to me fuckin professionals! 

::: Joe FIRES three times, HITTING Mr. Pink  with every one. Mr. White SHOOTS Joe twice in the face. Joe brings his hands up to his face, screaming, and falls to the ground. Eddie FIRES at Mr. White, HITTING him three times in the chest. Mr. White brings his gun around on Eddie and SHOOTS him. The two men FALL to their knees, FIRING at each other. Eddie COLLAPSES, dead. Joe's dead. Mr. Pink is dead. Mr. White is SHOT full of holes, but still on his knees, not moving. Van Man is standing motionless. He sees that Impact is still sitting in the chair breathing heavily. Van Man walks over to Impact and begins to speak :::

Van Man: Impact, it looks like we are the only ones alive. I could help you if I wanted to.

Impact: You fuckin' bastard....

Van Man: But I am not gonna. Because all my life I have been treated like shit. Looked at like a weirdo, and stepped all over by people like you. Now it's my turn to get my FUCKING REVENGE!!!

::: Van Man picks up Mr. White's gun and aims it at Impact's head. He is trembling with fear of killing Impact because Impact is doing nothing but staring him down. Impact begins to speak :::

Impact: Don't do this man, don't do this.

Van Man: But..... I..... gotta......

Impact: You have free will to make your own fucking decisions. You could pull that trigger, and the minute you walk out that door, you are DEAD. Hear me? You are fucking dead. Every cop in Los Angeles is out there waiting, just waiting for someone to walk out that door.  Or you can drop the gun, let me go, and forget this whole thing. Pretend like it never happened. Like it was all one big mistake.

Van Man: They were gonna kill me unless I got someone to take the rap. I didn't want to do it, but I was scared SHIT! I didn't know what to do. Now I don't know who to trust.

Impact: You can trust me for two reasons. First off, your the one who has the gun. And I'm dying as it is. If I don't get to a hospital soon, your gonna be the ONLY survivor here. So what's it gonna be???

::: All of a sudden the cops rush into the Warehouse. You hear the faint sounds of the cops screaming. The cops scream for him to put the gun down. After that you hear one single shot, followed by dozens of shot. One man falls to the ground.... The END :::