Adrien Cochrane
04-11-2008, 09:17 PM
Location: New Orleans, Louisiana
Date and Time: 10:00 PM, April 10, 2008
“Hey, man. Are you having some sort of problem?”
[A reassuring voice to listen is maybe just the one thing a depressed person needs. Sometimes, when something is giving you problems, you just need someone to listen. A willing ear is all you really want.]
Same voice: You okay, sir?
[A local bartender leans over the counter to his customer who has his head on the table, arms folded, covering his face. The man speaks softly, but loud enough for the bartender to speak.]
Man: Trust me…you don’t want to know.
[The bartender smirks and pats the man on the back.]
Bartender: Ah, don’t give me that. I’m a bartender. People tell me their problems all the time. I hear more twisted stories than a room full of shrinks.
[The man looks up, revealing his green eyes, almost covered by his long black hair in front of his face. The man obviously had been drinking.]
Man: Ok. There is this girl.
[The bartender smirks.]
Bartender: Well, a lot of stories start with the magical four words “There is this girl.” Tell me what’s on your mind.
Man: Well, this girl is the most perfect girl in the world. She’s beautiful. She’s sweet. She’s smart…she’s the total package.
Bartender: I see. Go on.
[The man takes another gulp of his scotch and continues.]
Man: Her name is Stephanie Armstrong. And there is absolutely no fault in her, and I have completely fallen in love with her…but…
Bartender: But…
Man: She’s in love with this other guy.
[The bartender smirks again. His blue eyes sparkle as he pours the man another scotch.]
Bartender: I see. Do you know this other guy?
Man: Yeah, he’s some bonehead wrestler-slash-rock musician. His name is Adrien Cochrane.
Bartender: Yeah, I know him. He’s pretty well-known in these parts.
Man: Yeah, he’s a real asshole. I mean, what guy steals a girl that another man loves. It’s heartless!
Bartender: So what are you planning on doing about it? I mean…other than drinking until you forget about it…
Man: I really don’t know…
“Son, let me tell you what I would do about Adrien Cochrane. What’s your name?”
[The man and the bartender look up to the deep, familiar voice. They look up and see a large man with a shaved head and a scar on the left side of his face. He puts a black snow hat on his head and an unlit cigar in his mouth. His cold black eyes look at the waiter and then the man.]
Man: My name is Scott Johnson.
[The larger man laughs and extends his right hand. As Scott Johnson shakes it, he notices the letters “E-V-I-L” tattooed on the knuckles. The bartender begins to talk to the man sitting to the left of Johnson. The larger man sits to Johnson’s right.]
Leonardo: Good to meet you, Mr. Johnson. My name is Edwardo Vincent-Irene Leonardo.
Scott: Nice to meet you too, Mr. Leonardo. But what is your proposal about Adrien Cochrane?
[Leonardo laughs.]
Leonardo: Son. I have met Mr. Cochrane before. He and I were both after the very same thing a few months ago, and he won. He is actually under the assumption that I am dead.
[Scott scratches his chin.]
Scott: I see. So you have something against Cochrane as well.
Leonardo: So let’s iron that out. We both want him dead. I even tried having a package delivered to his house to get that done, but it didn’t work. Listen to me, Scott. Alone, we cannot get rid of Cochrane. But if we work together…
Scott: …we might just be able to kill him. I see. Well, Mr. Leonardo, I will be glad to work with you. So what’s the catch?
[Leonardo takes his cigar out his mouth and laughs.]
Leonardo: Mr. Johnson, there is no catch. The only thing I want is Adrien Cochrane and Dean Hobkirk dead. I will spare Miss Armstrong due to your interest in her. Should I be around a certain item of Mr. Cochrane’s, I will want that as well. But there is no catch. I scratch your back, you scratch mine. Deal?
[Leonardo extends his right hand again. Scott Johnson doesn’t even hesitate.]
Scott: Deal.
[The two shake hands again. Edwardo Leonardo laughs as he puts his large arm around Scott.]
Leonardo: Cochrane may be crafty and resourceful, but together, we finally rid the world of this scum of the earth dumbbell. I will meet you again to discuss our plan. Here’s my card.
[Leonardo places a business card in Scott’s hand.]
Leonardo: I’ll be on my way.
[Leonardo leaves. Scott Johnson smiles for the first time. He stumbles out the bard after Leonardo. The bartender watches the door that both used as their exit. He smiles.]
Bartender: Who do they think they are dealing with?
[The bartender takes off his brown wig that was covering his blonde hair, his eyeglasses, and his fake short beard. He also wipes off a fake scar on his forehead. After this is all done, it is revealed that the bartender was in fact Adrien Cochrane.]
Adrien: Something told me that he was still around.
[The man…I mean…woman…who was sitting beside Scott and Leonardo takes off his…I mean…her wig.]
Stephanie: So, I guess you were right to stakeout this bar.
Adrien: Indeed. We’re gonna have to tell Dean and Houston.
Stephanie: Yeah. Stat.
Date and Time: 10:00 PM, April 10, 2008
“Hey, man. Are you having some sort of problem?”
[A reassuring voice to listen is maybe just the one thing a depressed person needs. Sometimes, when something is giving you problems, you just need someone to listen. A willing ear is all you really want.]
Same voice: You okay, sir?
[A local bartender leans over the counter to his customer who has his head on the table, arms folded, covering his face. The man speaks softly, but loud enough for the bartender to speak.]
Man: Trust me…you don’t want to know.
[The bartender smirks and pats the man on the back.]
Bartender: Ah, don’t give me that. I’m a bartender. People tell me their problems all the time. I hear more twisted stories than a room full of shrinks.
[The man looks up, revealing his green eyes, almost covered by his long black hair in front of his face. The man obviously had been drinking.]
Man: Ok. There is this girl.
[The bartender smirks.]
Bartender: Well, a lot of stories start with the magical four words “There is this girl.” Tell me what’s on your mind.
Man: Well, this girl is the most perfect girl in the world. She’s beautiful. She’s sweet. She’s smart…she’s the total package.
Bartender: I see. Go on.
[The man takes another gulp of his scotch and continues.]
Man: Her name is Stephanie Armstrong. And there is absolutely no fault in her, and I have completely fallen in love with her…but…
Bartender: But…
Man: She’s in love with this other guy.
[The bartender smirks again. His blue eyes sparkle as he pours the man another scotch.]
Bartender: I see. Do you know this other guy?
Man: Yeah, he’s some bonehead wrestler-slash-rock musician. His name is Adrien Cochrane.
Bartender: Yeah, I know him. He’s pretty well-known in these parts.
Man: Yeah, he’s a real asshole. I mean, what guy steals a girl that another man loves. It’s heartless!
Bartender: So what are you planning on doing about it? I mean…other than drinking until you forget about it…
Man: I really don’t know…
“Son, let me tell you what I would do about Adrien Cochrane. What’s your name?”
[The man and the bartender look up to the deep, familiar voice. They look up and see a large man with a shaved head and a scar on the left side of his face. He puts a black snow hat on his head and an unlit cigar in his mouth. His cold black eyes look at the waiter and then the man.]
Man: My name is Scott Johnson.
[The larger man laughs and extends his right hand. As Scott Johnson shakes it, he notices the letters “E-V-I-L” tattooed on the knuckles. The bartender begins to talk to the man sitting to the left of Johnson. The larger man sits to Johnson’s right.]
Leonardo: Good to meet you, Mr. Johnson. My name is Edwardo Vincent-Irene Leonardo.
Scott: Nice to meet you too, Mr. Leonardo. But what is your proposal about Adrien Cochrane?
[Leonardo laughs.]
Leonardo: Son. I have met Mr. Cochrane before. He and I were both after the very same thing a few months ago, and he won. He is actually under the assumption that I am dead.
[Scott scratches his chin.]
Scott: I see. So you have something against Cochrane as well.
Leonardo: So let’s iron that out. We both want him dead. I even tried having a package delivered to his house to get that done, but it didn’t work. Listen to me, Scott. Alone, we cannot get rid of Cochrane. But if we work together…
Scott: …we might just be able to kill him. I see. Well, Mr. Leonardo, I will be glad to work with you. So what’s the catch?
[Leonardo takes his cigar out his mouth and laughs.]
Leonardo: Mr. Johnson, there is no catch. The only thing I want is Adrien Cochrane and Dean Hobkirk dead. I will spare Miss Armstrong due to your interest in her. Should I be around a certain item of Mr. Cochrane’s, I will want that as well. But there is no catch. I scratch your back, you scratch mine. Deal?
[Leonardo extends his right hand again. Scott Johnson doesn’t even hesitate.]
Scott: Deal.
[The two shake hands again. Edwardo Leonardo laughs as he puts his large arm around Scott.]
Leonardo: Cochrane may be crafty and resourceful, but together, we finally rid the world of this scum of the earth dumbbell. I will meet you again to discuss our plan. Here’s my card.
[Leonardo places a business card in Scott’s hand.]
Leonardo: I’ll be on my way.
[Leonardo leaves. Scott Johnson smiles for the first time. He stumbles out the bard after Leonardo. The bartender watches the door that both used as their exit. He smiles.]
Bartender: Who do they think they are dealing with?
[The bartender takes off his brown wig that was covering his blonde hair, his eyeglasses, and his fake short beard. He also wipes off a fake scar on his forehead. After this is all done, it is revealed that the bartender was in fact Adrien Cochrane.]
Adrien: Something told me that he was still around.
[The man…I mean…woman…who was sitting beside Scott and Leonardo takes off his…I mean…her wig.]
Stephanie: So, I guess you were right to stakeout this bar.
Adrien: Indeed. We’re gonna have to tell Dean and Houston.
Stephanie: Yeah. Stat.