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( FALLEN IDOLS )

GARAGE
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        The lights flick on and two men, Jim and Cal, enter. "All right, buddy, what's so important you couldn't tell me over the phone?" Jim asks.

       "Trust me, Jim. It's important." Cal leads Jim over to a car covered in a sheet. Cal stops, looking to Jim in excitement.

       "Wait a minute, you're not...you're not telling me that this is-" Jim starts.

      "Yep."

       "You found it?" Asks Jim. Cal pulls the sheet off the car, revealing a silver convertible Porsche, labeled "Little bastard". Jim sighs and Chuckles in awe. Jim shakes his head. "You found it. Huh." Cal folds up the sheet and tosses it aside as Jim inspects the car closer. "Oh my God! You sure?"

       "VIN numbers match." Cal says.

      "How much you pay?"

      "A lot." Says Cal.

       "Come on, how much?"

      Cal Chuckles. "A lot." He says.

      "I bet. Wow." Jim whistles. Cal opens the door and gets into the driver's seat. "Wow. You start her up yet?"

      "Been waiting for you."

      "Yeah, waiting to rub my nose in it, right?" Asks Jim.

       "Exactly." Cal puts his hand on the ignition key.

        "Whoa, whoa, wait, wait, wait. We need to record this for posterity's sake." Jim says.

      "Great idea."

      "Yeah, great idea." Jim Chuckles. "Oh, man." He hurries off back into the house. Cal's face drops when he breathes out and notices his breath condense in front of him.

        Suddenly, the car's radio flicks on of its own volition and jumps rapidly through the stations. Cal tries to correct it with the knobs, but it doesn't work. In the house, Jim finds a video camera and adjusts the settings. He hears tires screeching in the garage, then glass breaking.

       "Cal? Cal?" Jim walks back into the garage, video camera held up, recording, but the car is blocked by some shelves. "Hey, you all right, man? I thought I heard something. Cal? Is something wrong?"

        He walks around to the front of the car, still recording, then stops dead and lowers the camera. "Oh my God, Cal." The windshield, coated in Cal's blood, is embedded halfway through his skull. Jim screams. "Cal!" Cal's blood runs down the hood and drips onto the Porsche insignia and "Little bastard" decal.