Twice is coincidence.

Goldfinger

Monday, June 11th 11:11AM Jay is walking down the hallway yelling, Its 11:11! Yall know what that means?! C.J. is standing around with Lola and Chris in C.J.s dressing room as Jay enters from the hallway, hes still yelling, Its 11:11! Lola turns to Jay with her face frowned up and lips curls as she utters with a small attitude in her tone, saying, JAY! Arent you supposed to be home? What the hell does 11:11 have to do with anything?

Jay is still bandaged up from his bar fight from last week. Jay smirks and says, Its Peter Lavignes favorite time. Chris snaps back by saying, Who the fuck is Peter Lavigne?!

Jay shrugs his shoulders and says, I dont know. I heard that from a friend that heard that from a friend and so on. Anyway, its borin at home and work is fun. The group stares at Jay with an expressionless look on their faces. Lola says, C.J., finish your story. Jay, Lola, and Chris focuses their attention back onto C.J. and C.J. says, He just walked out of my place from the darkness and shadows. Lola says, Real quick, Cee, did you know the guy? C.J. throws his hands in the air in frustration and then says, What the flying fuck! Everybody keep asking me that! Why the fuck would I know a guy that appeared out of the shadows like Batman?! C.J. stares at the group with an angry look on his face as the group looks away from him with their awkward body language. Jay says, Maybe he was the cleanin guy? Yknow? C.J. loudly says, I DONT HAVE A MAID OR BUTLER, JAY. Jay turns to Lola and Chris with his arms opened wide followed by a shoulder shrug and he says, I tried. Whos next? C.J. says, Guys! This is serious! I dont feel comfortable in my own home! This sicko moved all my shit and turned my cross upside down. Isnt that blasphemy? I am getting a gun for the next time his ass comes back. Lola says, Cee, do you really wanna go down that road? Livin in fear? Chris says, Yeah, son, shes right. Guns aint cool. Do you evenin have a license? C.J. smiles and then says, YUP! I got it once I turned eighteen in Philly. I just dont know where I could get a gun from. Jay raises his index finger in the air and says, I have a guy. I mean a place. We can go check it out together. When ya free? C.J. says, As soon as possible. I need to feel safe again.

Chris looks at C.J. with a serious look on his face and says, But at what cause are you willin to feel safe? Takin a life? C.J. stares back at Chris with a serious look on his face and says, Yes. To protect mines and my love ones, the answer is yes. I will strike down any man that dares to threaten me with vengeance and furious anger. Jay says, Um, thanks, Jules from Englewood. C.J. calmly walks through the two guys and lady toward the doorway. In a cold and bitter voice he says, Were not here today to talk about ethics of humanity. Were here to record a show. This isnt you guys life, its mines. I dont know about you all but I enjoy a safe life. Go get ready; were due to the set soon. 11:11 PM C.J. is sitting on his couch as hes talking on the phone with all the lights on in his place. He looks alert at his surroundings. C.J. is saying, Youre the second person today to say, 11:11 is your favorite time of day. Who the heck is Peter Lavigne? If you dont know then why say it, babe? Because its funny? Uh no. Now every time I see 11:11 I will always think of Peter fucking Lavigne. Thanks. I am okay. I am home now. Why would I go and stay at someone elses place when I have my own? I am not going to let fear chase me out of my home. I am getting a gun on Thursday.

Come on with all this man kills not guns bullshit! I need to protect myself. Babe, babe, how did this turn into something about you? Someone broke into my place what do you expect me to do? Really? Security alarm? You have been to my place several times, you know I have a security alarm, and he found away around that, fyi. I refuse to feel helpless again. I know guns arent the answer but sleep deprivation damn surely isnt my way to feel safe. Aww come the fuck on! I knew you were going to bring up the attack. I am sorry you were attacked but shit is real right now. What?! A drama queen?! What the fuck are you trying to say? I am in fear of my life! Can you stop being selfish and listen to my problems for once instead of invading your problems into people lives. This is some bullshit! I need your ear to vent and this is how you treat me! What the fuck does he have to do with anything? Why are you telling Deacon Eddie our business? Why does he even give two fucks?!

I dont want you around him anymore, I do not trust him! WHAT?! I am not fucking anyone here! I need you here with me! Deacon Eddie said I was selfish because I want my girlfriend lying next to me each and every night? You are a maniac for listening to his bullshit! Youre right maybe we should hang up before we say things we will regret. Just like you, running away from OUR problems but will embrace everyone elses advice! You know what, youre right. Good night! C.J. ends the call by pressing the end button on the phone and throwing the phone onto the spot thats next to him on his couch. Tuesday, June 12th 8:05 AM C.J. is standing on the stage with a microphone in his right hand as Jay, Chris, Lola, and the employees of the show sits in the audience area of the studio. C.J. has a very serious look on his face as he paces back and forth talking to his employees. C.J. calmly says, The network gave us one season to start off with therefore guys we need to bring our best to work each and everyday. We need to make this season marvelous for our viewers. You all know the topics well be touching on will leave a bitter taste in the mouths of our viewers but we need to look pass that. This isnt about the viewers, you guys, or me; its about the massage. The massage we will be sharing with the world is smart ignorance. We want people to hate us but know what were saying is true statements and stereotypes. Well, let me tell you all this, I just dont want one season of this show. I want many seasons and a movie from this show. So look around and get to know the faces around you. These faces will be your family for long as this show can stay together. For this idea and show to succeed well all need to trust that we can catch one another if we fall. I trust you guys to catch me if I fall and I will always have each and every one of you guys back. I know we have a show to film so I will wrap this up quickly. Id called this meeting together to thank you guys for the great work we had done so far. My words arent enough so this Friday Id added an extra two hundred dollar bonus to everybodys salary. Lets keep up the great work and lets go make each show the greatest show! All of the employees give C.J. a standing ovation. C.J. basks into the cheer and love hes receiving from his employees. C.J. has a soft smile on his face as he stands on the stage.

9:00 PM C.J. is sitting on his couch dozing off trying to stay up. All of the lights in his apartment are on. C.J. cellular phones rings; C.J. awakes from the ring of the phone. C.J. picks up the phone cautiously. He utters, Hello. Well guys, lets expand this conversation and listen to whos on the other side of C.J.s cellular phone. Yeah, I have the power to be every where at once therefore you all are with me for the duration of this journey. *Snap* The man on the phone says, Hello Christopher James. How are you on this pleasure evening? C.J. says, Who the hell is this? The man on the phone says, An old associate of Alexanders. C.J. says, My brother is dead. Why are you calling me? What can I help you with? The man on the phone says, I know. He was one excellent worker for me. He knew how to sale Girl Scout cookies to his community so gracefully like a shinobi warrior with a katana sword. With aggression in his tone, C.J. says, Who the hell is this? What do you have to do with Alex? What the hell do you want? The man on the phone says, That wasnt nice. Words could be used as weapons also, ask Adolf Hitler. Did your mother, Brenda raise you to be so rude toward strangers? C.J. says, How the fuck do you know my moms name?! The man on the phone says, Please simmer down, Christopher James, I come no harm to your mother. I am only calling for business purposes. Until we formally meet in person my name and voice will do. I am Gallco. C.J. says, Youre the asshole who has been playing on my phone! Gallco says, I do not play on people phones. I was only alerting you to my presence in this world. Well, onto the subject of this phone call. Your brother died with a package and money of mines. Alex died owing me forty thousands dollars in money and other materials. Since your mother isnt rich therefore youre his next of kin. I would like what is mines back.

C.J. says, Okay, check this out, Guyo Gallco quickly interrupts by saying, Gallco. C.J. says, Whatever. I do not dwell into the past affairs of my brother. He lived that lifestyle and thats the lifestyle that killed him. Do not get me wrong with the words I am speaking; I love him still to this day but I am not in the position to clean up his mess. Plus I do not have that type of money. Gallco says, Youre lying because youre gross worth with all three accounts tallied up is eighty-five point six thousand dollars and youre future gross will be an half of billion dollars. With a high pitch tone in his voice C.J. says, What the fuck?! Gallco says, You will grow to realize I am extremely detailed, especially when it comes to my business partners. I like to know their whole life story. When I find out everything about my partners down to their small twisted dark secrets I can see what type of business partner theyll be when were in bed together. C.J. says, Why now? My brother has been dead for eight years. I can only imagine how much money you have grossed over the years from your business. Why now? Gallco says, When a man loses a finger he misses it even though he continues to live his life with one less finger but he will always miss that finger he lost. That money Ive lost is missed. Were here in real time, young sir. Now this brings us to my request. C.J. says, Whats your request? Gallco says, I would like my forty thousand dollars please. I will be visiting Los Angeles in four weeks. I would love to meet with you over brunch or lunch; your pick and my treat. What do you say, Christopher James? C.J. calmly smirks and then says, Fuck you, you lunatic. Please dont call my phone anymore. C.J. ends his call with Gallco. Thursday, June 13th 9:35 AM C.J. walks up to a skinny and brown skinned Black man whos wearing glasses. The Black guy is working on little explosive props at a long table in a small room thats back stage. C.J. strolls up and gently places his left hand on the guys back. The guy looks away from his work at C.J. A huge smile appears onto C.J.s face. C.J. says,

Hey David. How is everything going? David says, Good Mr. Johnson. C.J. says, Dude, were the same age. Just become I am your boss you dont need to call me mister. How are the props coming along? David says, Great, C.J., there will be a small bang and some smoke when I set off these small explosives for the Vietnam sketch. C.J. says, Solid. I am so thankful to have you on broad for the demolition aspect of the show. David says, Youre welcome. I should be thanking you. I would be a struggling college grad if you didnt hire me. C.J. says, I have heard you do good work with explosives and demolition. I like a man thats about his work. I just like for everything to go well. So are all the explosive props ready for tomorrows show? David says, The props are already finished. I am working on extra explosives just in case. C.J. smiles as his hands are on his waist. C.J then pats David on his back and says, My man! Take a break. Come have some breakfast will me. Did you see todays breakfast spread? C.J. and David begin to walk out of the door side by side. David says, No. C.J. says, Man, French toast, custom made omelets, fruit, and so many other goodies. Ugh! Delicious! You need to eat something. Youre looking skinny there, Dave. The two men exits the small room together. Two minutes later a suspicious White man dressed in all black clothing enters the prop room. He walks up to the table that David was working on and take one of the explosive props and puts it into his right pocket. He takes an identical explosive prop out of his left pocket and places it onto the table. The White man exits the room.

6:35 PM C.J. and Jay are at a gun shop; a fat, balding White man is behind the counter displaying an assortment of guns on his counter. C.J. and Jay are looking at the guns. The guns that are displayed on the counter are mamba pistol, Steyr M1912 machine pistol, Smith & Wesson .45 ACP Chiefs Special, Browning .9, Bertta 93R, SIG Sauer P226, and Desert Eagle mark XIX. The fat man says, My favorite gun is the Steyr M1912 for its rapid fire. If you shot once youll hit your target like three times. This is a sexy bitch, yknow. Now if you aint into Austria-Hungary origin guns how bout Italian made, the Beretta 93R? Nother burst fire gun, meanin with each squeeze two to three bullets comes out. If youre a big nerd boy you would love to know RoboCops gun was replicated and based off of this gun. So, whats disco, my two main men? Whats it gonna be? C.J. whispers into Jays ear. Jay nods his head as he looks on at the fat man. The fat man looks on at the two men. The fat man says, Yo, whats with all this faggot whisperin shit? Are yall gonna buy something on what? C.J. intensely looks the fat man into his eyes and says, Ill take them. Fat man says, Which ones? C.J. says, All of them. Fat man says, Yknow all these guns combined is over two thousands close to three thousand dollars? C.J. takes out of his inside jacket pocket a small stack of banned hundred dollar bills and places the small stack onto the counter in front of the fat man. The fat man eyebrows raise in surprised. C.J. says, Thats three thousand, five hundred dollars. Throw in three boxes of bullets for each gun. Give me a receipt, please. Friday, June 14th 10:35 AM Chris is walking down the hallway and Lola rushes out of her dressing room to stop Chris in his tracks. Chris is dressed in his street clothes and Lola is in a towel. Lola is grinding her jaw as she sways back and forth talking to Chris. Lola says,

Dude, whats up? Chris says, What do you mean? Lola says, Ive been tryin to talk to you since that thing happened between us on Wednesday. I didnt mean to Chris interrupts Lola by saying, Dont worry about it. Its cool. Whatever youre on has got your mind fucked up. Lola frowns up her face and then says, What the fuck is that suppose to mean? Chris says, I can see this addiction could get outta hand in the future. Lola is still rocking back and forth as her jaw is grinding and she says, I am in control! What the fuck are you talkin about?! Chris smirks and says, Hm. Look at yourself. When was the last time you ate something? Slept? Do you know? What you done to me durin and after filmin isnt a big deal cause I dont pity you; I pity your future, Lola. Chris walks away from Lola as she stands in the middle of the hallway in her towel, screaming, Fuck you, Chris! You dont know me! You dont know shit! I am in control. I am in control! I control my fuckin life! Im in control of my life! Fuck you! Lola storms back into her dressing and slam the door behind her. 12:46 PM Now we go to the filming of the Amazing Poof Show. The studio set is in a jungle with Poof and Charlie. Poof and Charlie are walking through a fake jungle. Poof says, Ah kint see a thing, Charlie. Is ya fam bees housin in da trees? Charlie says, Ching, chong, chin, Poof-a-son. My family was capture by the U.S. pigs who wule in me land. Ahhh, look, Poof-a-son, one of ya family clan is wight there. Charlie points to a cock roach thats crawling by the two men. The audiences release a great roar of laughter. Charlie puts his index finger up to his mouth and says, Shhhhh, do ya hear that sound in the bushes, Poof-a-son? Let me go check it out.

Charlie walks off into the bushes to investigate. Poof stands in place with a stupid look on his face. If we listen closely we can hear a whistling sound of an item falling from the sky at high altitudes. Poof looks up to the sky at a dropping bomb and says, Aww, what do dat bees flyin from da sky above? Aww, Ah better bees gittin my feet mov Before Poof could finish his sentence or move an inch a big explosion is triggered from behind him on the jungle set. Poof body goes flying face first off the stage into the audience. Members of the prop set team rushes onto stage to put out the fire. Charlie, Mookie, Lola, and Robert rush over to Poof. People from the audience are surrounding Poof; security clears a path for Charlie, Mookie, Lola, and Robert. Lola grabs Poof and lays him onto his back. Poof eyes are wide, he looks dazed, blood is coming out of both of his ears, and some of his paint is rubbed off of his face. As Charlie, Robert, Mookie and the audience surrounds Poof, Lola screams, Are you okay?! Are you okay?! Poof hears, *Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep* Mookie says, Dude, say something! Poof hears, *Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep* Poof eyes races back and forth as he scans his surroundings. Poof begins to breathe heavily and he looks as if hes on the verge of crying as his eyes begin to water with tears. He lowly utters, I cant hear. I cant hear. Lola, I cant hear. Lola! LOLA! I CANT HEAR!