THE END
220. INT. BEN'S APARTMENT - MORNING
Dorothy sits next to her husband Don, a formerly attractive, sickly thin, and emaciated man missing an ear. He drifts in and out of consciousness.
The couple is being held at gunpoint by the two woman from before, one very young, and the other heavyset.
Nobody says a word, and the silence is disquieting.
Sudden footsteps can be heard outside. The young woman turns and aims her gun at the doorway.
BEN (O.S.)
It's me.
The young woman relaxes, walking to the door and unlocking it, letting Ben inside. He's visibly energized, and begins pacing the room.
BEN
(to himself)
I can't believe it. I honestly can't believe it.
He begins chuckling to himself.
BEN
Frank killed a cop. Stored him in the lady's apartment. I'm guessing he was the one investigating him, and by connection, us. Meanwhile, that anonymous informant who was so very helpful and specific in regards to the location and nature of Frank's headquarters lead to a shootout. All of Frank's men are either dead, in prison, or about to be one of the two.
Ben saunters over to Dorothy and Don.
BEN
I'm honestly just surprised that this all happened so smoothly. I mean, there were those teenagers. Not sure what happened there. They came because Frank liked to terrorize. He liked to rape, and to kill. All very noisy, attention-drawing acts. And you two are maybe his noisiest.
DOROTHY
(connecting-the-dots)
Frank's dead, and his men are dead too, yes? So...why are you keeping us prisoner? You all didn't do anything to us, we have nothing on you, nothing to tell to the police even if we wanted to. All the people who wanted us dead...are dead.
BEN
That's the very question I was pondering myself. If...we let you go, all's well that ends well, you go your way, I go mine?
DOROTHY
You go your way, we go ours.
BEN
It was said in the olden days, that new kings always began their reign with a singular act of kindness. I believe Frank's car is still in the driveway. Darling, do you still have the keys?
The heavyset woman nods, digs around in her pockets, and throws the keys into Ben's hands. He then throws them to Dorothy.
Dorothy takes them, and helps the barely conscious Don stand up.
DOROTHY
Come on, Don. Thank you. Thank you very much.
BEN
You're very, very welcome. Au revior.
Dorothy and Don exit.
EXT. FRANK'S CAR - MORNING
Dorothy's behind the wheel. Don's propped up in the passenger seat. It's a bright sunny morning, and things look particularly picturesque.
DOROTHY
Don...Don...can you hear me?
DON
Dorothy. Is that you?
DOROTHY
Yes, Don. We're safe now. We can go anywhere, do anything. Where do you want to go?
DON
Anywhere but here.
SPLAT.
The car rocks with impact, then proceeds down the road.
DON
What was that?
DOROTHY
Dammit, I hit something.
Dorothy stops the car, and looks out the window.
DOROTHY
A dog. I hit a little dog. I think it's dead.
DON
So? All this death, and you're worried about a dog?
DOROTHY
Sorry. You're right, that's me being silly. Let's go.
Dorothy rolls up her window. The car speeds off into the distance.
The camera lingers on the road, moving up and up until it reaches the dog corpse.
It was killed upon impact, seemingly painless. Yet, there's still visible pain in the eyes, which is where the camera zooms, until the retina fills the screen and becomes a world of its own.
Speedchuck has been killed. He was Sparky the Dog, a vanilla civilian.
The game is now over. Long Con, Nutella, and DharmaHelper are the winners.
Thank you for playing.