Conversation · Pissf****t

"It's not. A man is dead and we need answers."

"So what do you think we know?"

"Anything else?"

Ask for the jackets for yourself and the lieutenant.

No, no, no! Don't ask anything. Be subtle and scary. The boys dream about being SKULLS... use that!

Wait -- how?

Suggest they're massive SKULLS. C'mon!

"Boys, with those jackets, you're gonna be the SKULL-kings in no time!"

"What... no!" He quickly looks around. "SKULLS don't have kings," he pauses. "I think, and we're not even in yet..."

"Yeah, man, keep your voice down. SKULLS don't take it lightly, when folks pretend to be them. We're not even prospects yet."

'Prospect'? Must be a hierarchical term. Probably in the lower-end.

(Raise your voice.) "Not even prospects and already aspiring to be kings?"

"Wow, you boys are ambitious," the lieutenant's voice rings over the plaza. "Only prospects and already planning a coup in the SKULLS? You're destined to go far!"

He gets it. Passive-aggressive flattery.

"Shut the fuck up," the youth presses through his clenched teeth, there's panic in his eyes. "Are you trying to get us killed?"

Now bring it to the jackets and.... yes, start shouting!

"Wow. I didn't realize it's that serious. Let's forget about this." (Let it go.)

"Oh yeah, I'll forget about it alright. And you will too. Until the day the Void comes for you." He crosses his throat with his index finger.

"Let's just go, Fuck!" The blondie -- although visibly relieved -- is nervously glancing at the traffic jam. "This scene is dead anyway."

"FUCK THE FUCKING POLICE!!!!"

"Don't say anything." He turns away from you. "Just let them go."

"YES, WE WANNA BE A COOL KILLER SKULLS TOO, LIKE YOU GUYS, BUT WE DON'T HAVE SKULL-JACKETS!!!"

"Please be quiet!" Not much is left of the nihilistic rebel at this point. The young man before you is scared out of his mind. "What... WHAT do you want?!! T-t-the jackets?"

You got it. No need for cruelty.

"SKULL KING! MAKE SHRUNKEN HEADS OUT OF US!"

"Fuck you, man, take them then..." He looks around the plaza -- people are noticing him now.

"You OFFER us your jackets like that? It'd be impolite to refuse." (Reach out your hand.)

"Oh man..." His shoulders slump under the weight of sadness. "Okay," he says finally. "I get it. SKULLS don't really wear slogans anyway, this was stupid."

"Fuck," the other one sighs deeply.

The lieutenant watches the boys take their jackets off -- with mild amusement.

(Turn to Kim.) "Since you said you're more of a 'Pissf****t' kinda guy, I'll take the other one."

"I'm absolutely okay with not having either one, thank you."

"But don't you want to express your individuality?"

"I already am expressing my individuality."

"I'm not. I don't have a jacket anymore..."

"Good -- I wanted you not to express yours."

"Cold-hearted cop..."

"Still -- it's good to know we have a pair. In case the need arises."

"The need will not arise."

Oh, the need will arise. Here's how we'll do it:

As soon as this conversation's done, you put on the Fuck-the-World jacket. We'll take it from there...

"I don't know, Eric. It's cold out..." The dark-haired young man just stands there, defeated. The wind blows.

"Yeah," the blond man replies. "Let's get out of here. The cops fucked us."

Pity. The jackets are meant to complete each other. If a man were standing alone on a street corner with 'PISSF****T' written on his back, it'd just be an individual that has taken a liking to urine. And 'FUCK THE WORLD' all on its own is, frankly, generic.

"Well, whatever. I'll take both of them then."

"Do. I'm fine with that."

"Why not? They're a pair. We could really raise hell. Go undercover. Hard."

"This case doesn't requires us to go undercover. Or raise hell... In fact I don't think the jackets will be useful at all. I just wanted them to not have them anymore."

(Turn to Kim.) "I said I prefer the 'Pissf****t' one, but you can have it if you like. The other one's cool too."

"That's gallant of you, but I'm not wearing either jacket."

(Turn to Kim.) "I know you said you're more of a 'Pissf****t' kinda guy, but I think I should have it for myself."

(Turn to Kim.) "Remember when I said I'd like the 'Pissf****t' one? I got it -- you can have the other one!"

"That's okay. I wouldn't wear either one anyway."

(Lower your voice.) "Yes -- the jackets."

These guys aren't scary, you're not scary -- I have nothing to work with here. It's either begging or bullying. Or both. Just ask them maybe?

"Gentlemen, I need your jackets."

"Uh... why?"

"Do I have to answer that?"

"If you don't have to answer, then we don't have to give you our jackets." The young man shakes his head. "Doesn't sound like you have a reason."

"I need them for official police business."