It is the Question that drives us....

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The scene picks up where we last left Skarrphace, leaving the Skarrphace mansion on the upper east side
of Los Angeles, California on his way to the L.A. loading docks. The words on the mysterious note now stuck in his mind.
The answer. Not disappointed. And it was signed with only an initial...."D". Skarrphace has racked his brain
trying to figure out who "D" could be. He knows many men with that initial in their name, but none that he can think
of that would have the anwers he has been searching for. No answer as to why the number 13 is so prevelent in his life.
No answer as to why his mother shielded him from violence as a child and why Skarrphace never knew his father.
Maybe tonight all these questions could be answered. Maybe tonight, the mystery will be over.
Skarrphace is driving his car now, speeding, going 90...100 mph down the road. There don't seem to be many
cars out on the roads tonight. Strangely empty. Skarrphace speeds along to his destination. As he does, his mind
drifts back to a place in time that was much simpler...much easier.

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Voice: Michael....come eat your dinner, it'll get cold....

-={ Always when I'm playing Atari....Mom calls me to dinner.... }=-

The boy stands to his feet and runs into the kitchen where Maria Vincent, his mother, stands at the oven.
She has a very impatient look on her face as she looks down at her 9 year old son.

Maria Vincent: Now Michael, how many times have I told you....no playing that game after 7:00 p.m. It's dinner time and I've made your favorite....

Michael: My favorite!?! Alright!! You're the best, Mom!

The child sits at the table and begins filling his face with the beanies and weanies in the bowl. Ms. Vincent sits down
in the chair next to her son and smiles lovingly at him. He seems hungry tonight, must've had a big day at school, she thinks.

Maria Vincent: So tell me, Michael, what did you learn at school today?

Michael: Oh, Mom, it was the best day at school...today we starting studying about our heritage in school! We started talking about the Italian ancestors that came over from Italy, and the ways people got help when there wasn't much help around....and we started talking about the mafia too!

Maria Vincent: What did you say? Michael Jeffrey Vincent, I told you never to say that word in this house! You know better! Those people are bad people, and they should never be talked about in public....they are bad people that do bad things....

Michael: Mom, that's not what our teacher said today....our teacher said that the maf....those people helped out families when they couldn't afford protection and the law wouldn't help them....they helped them with money and all kinds of things...those things are bad, are they Mom?

Maria Vincent: *grabbing Michael and looking him right in the face* Listen to me, Michael *tears forming in her eyes* I have my reasons, and I don't want you to ever say that word or talk about them ever again, do you understand me? Do you?!?

Michael: *voice quivering* Yes, Mother....I'm sorry....

Maria Vincent: *letting Michael go and calming down* Ooh, Michael....it's alright....I just love you so much....those things are so bad, and I don't want you to get caught up in that world when you have a chance to have a wonderful life without it....I love you so much....I hope you know that....*tries to smile*

Michael: I know, Mother....I know....and I love you.....*smiles back*

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The car now speeding down the road beside the docks. Skarrphace has a feeling of uneasiness inside his stomach.
He feels as if he may throw up. He pulls his 2000 black Range Rover into a parking space nearest the docks entrance and turns
the car off. He's out of the car quickly and headed down the long pier. The pier itself is lit only by a few lanterns every 20 feet
or so. Skarrphace seems to be gliding down the pier. As he walks, he thinks back again, this time, a bit older in his childhood.

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Voice: Hey, Michael....you comin' or what?

-={ Always when I'm tryin' to finish my game on Sega Genesis...
Damn that Scott Miranda.... }=-

Michael Vincent, now 15 years old, stands up and leaves his room. As he enters the hallway, he sees Scott Miranda
at the foot of the stairs, dressed and ready to go.

Scott Miranda: Hey, there you are....listen man, I didn't wanna say nothin' to your moms, but the "guys" are waiting....tonight's a big night for you buddy, and it's time to initiate you into the club! *grinning wide*

Michael: Yeah, I guess it is a big night....let's go....

Michael and Scott exit the house and soon are inside Scott's '89 LeBaron convertable. The radio is on.
The top is down on a southern california early spring evening and it's perfect weather outside. Michael and Scott
drive a while and then get to what looks to be an abandoned building. There are a few cars out front.
As Scott and Michael approach the building, two thuggish looking guys jump out with guns, and the two boys stop dead in their tracks.

Guy: Hey, you supposed to be here, cuz if not, I'ma put a cap in your ass....

Michael: The Don is expecting us, you goon....it's Michael and Scotty....

Guy: Oh....well hey, ya gotsta introduce yourselves next time....come on in....

The door opens and Michael and Scott are inside. Once there, you see a group of guys, some look to be around Michael and Scott's age,
others look to be much older. Some are holding guns but the man sitting at the table recognizes them and smiles.

The Don: Mikey...Scotty....about time you's showed up....*grins*

Michael: Hey, sorry about this, but it couldn't be helped....

The Don: You know, this is a moment I've been waiting for....it's time to make you a true member in the family, Mikey....all you gotta do to commit yourself to us is take this 9MM pistol and blow this jerk's head off....this guy owes us money and he hasn't paid....so it's time to pay the big man in the sky, if you know what I mean....but you gotta show us you'll do anything for us, so here....*hands Michael the gun*....do this, and you're in....

Michael takes the gun from The Don and looks to his right. Tied to a chair is a man, looks to be around 35 or 40 years old.
He seems to be very scared, and one of the men has a gun pointed to his head. Michael takes the gun and points it at the man...but....

Michael: I can't do it....

The Don: If you don't do it, I'll do it, and you'll be out of the family....either way, he dies....

Michael takes the gun again and points it at the man. The man's eyes are begging him not to do it, and as he stares at the man's eyes,
Michael's hands begin to shake. They shake so much that you hear a
BANG!

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Skarrphace now rounds the corner and is heading to the end of the pier. It seems as if he's walked a long time.
In the distance, he sees a figure. Standing at the end of the dock. Skarrphace stops dead in his tracks. The man is
about 30 feet away, but Skarrphace can tell immediately this is a tall man. About 6'5" and big. He reaches into his pocket
and pulls out a cigar, which he cuts the end off of and lights it up. Puffs of smoke billow from the man's nose and mouth.
Skarrphace walks towards the man slowly. As he does, it's as if he's looking in the mirror.
This causes him to stop again. He then continues on as the man finally reaches his close sight. The overcoat.
The answers. Could it be? The time has come.

Skarrphace: Can I assume....that you have what I came to find out? My answer....the answer.....

Man In Overcoat: It is the question that drives you, Michael....it is this that has brought you here tonight....and now, all will be revealed. Come closer, my son.

The scene quickly fades out, leaving only this on the screen:

and then fading to complete and total darkness.

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