”The Last Windham Standing...all we need is Sam Elliot narrating and I’m sure the man in charge of this company will declare you three boys visionaries for the next six millenia.”

FADEIN: ‘THE WOLF’ MIKE RANDALLS walking along the beach of Montego Bay barefoot, moonlight sparkling off the calm waters, the sky crystal clear. RANDALLS is wearing blue jeans, a beige cowboy hat and a half-unbuttoned short-sleeve flannel shirt.

“Of course, its the same man that’s convinced he can’t make two nickles off me anymore, its the same man you’re now accusing of telling me to drug Hornet. Merritt asking me to drug Hornet? That’s about as likely as one of us paying to see a therapist. Naturally, there’s really only one person that knows the truth...and that’s myself.”

RANDALLS stops for a moment to collect his thoughts, looking at his surroundings for a moment before making eye contact with the camera...

“You want to cross lines of reality and business? I don’t care, I’m not going to deny you the opportunity of twisting what you need to alleviate any concerns you might have about me. Listen, Kid...and I say listen because apparently the word’s definition is something you’ve lost from all those nights sleeping with stuffed animals containing highly acidic chemicals...and I say Kid cause Timmy Windham is just the stage.”

“...When I say you’re crazy for the sake of being crazy that means that I understand that you’re acting. When I say that I’m supposed to believe it...it means I get what you’re doing, but it doesn’t mean I’ve got any faith whatsoever in whatever role you’ve been paid to play.”

RANDALLS smirks...then continues walking...

“For instance, it's easy to be the Last Windham Standing when you avoid them. Troy’s out there in the open...Lord knows you could’ve caught him faceplanting a 170 pound woman to prove a point, I’m sure you’re right up Miles’ alley...crazy and willing to sign a waiver...”

RANDALLS nods his head in what seems like a disappointed teacher at a gifted pupil...

“No, Kid...Troy’s time is coming only because Benedict tells you to say that. Troy’s apology isn’t meant for your ears, its only allowing Benedict more time to use you. You can look ahead to Troy Windham and a paycheck, you can needle and prod Mark’s unstable synapses with Catherine bouncing on your lap...truth is Kid, I don’t give a ****. The Windhams never hurt you...The Windhams never loved you. I’ve watched the part for ten years, maybe now’s not the time to play it. Maybe being crazy for the sake of being crazy isn’t going to work with the crazy.”

RANDALLS stops, flashes a smile...his emerald eyes slitting slightly...

“You have to play the part, Kid. You can’t sit there worriedly asking why Mike Randalls requested this match. You can’t show yourself lying awake at night wondering if your part has been offered to someone much more adept at fulfilling the means to the end...”

RANDALLS laughs quietly...

“Wear your flesh? Break your bones? Been there, done that. I played that part way better than you EVER will...no...this is about your heart. This is about a pain you can’t mask with an act. This is about what Thomas wants...this is about what the people want...it's about redemption...it's about deception...and for one night it won’t be about Timmy Windham...”

RANDALLS’ smirk fades...his eyes widen...

“It’s all about you. Whoever you are, however you hurt, wherever you hide...I will be there...making you feel something horrifying, but perhaps inspirational. I will let those eyes that wish to look through the oppressor’s amongst agony, see your flesh only quiver...while your heart rips...while your ego crumbles. It’s your choice whether you hold onto the pain...for yourself...or for you’ve pretended to be. I’m only deliverance kid, you’re just the Hunted. You can find the courage to become what you’ve dreamed...whether I haunt your dreams or not...it's only a metaphor. Just don’t be naive enough to believe for one moment that I cared about yours or anyone else's last name.”

“Your pain is what people want...in a few days I shall give it to them.”

FADETOBLACK

“May God be with you in this time of darkness, only his light can show you The Way.”