Security and Police Offers from the Evansville PD are still trying to prevent Butch Parker from getting his hands on Senester. Buff Bridges and Michael Dredge have both been escorted away and threatened with arrest already but Butch is like a man possessed, fighting the attempts of the guards and officers who are pelting him with their batons. However there is so much adrenaline, pent-up anger and frustration coursing through Butch’s body, he barely feels a thing.
(Butch): You f***ing ####! I’ll kill you! I’ll f***ing kill you!
Butch throws combinations of punches and kicks in all directions, swatting away any forms of law enforcement like they were flies. Finally, he’s somehow able to force himself through and catches sight of Senester who just manages to scramble inside his limousine in time. Butch somehow manages to aim a punch at the passenger window, smashing the glass in the process but the car screeches and speeds off out of the parking lot before Butch can do any further damage.
This gives the police officers the break they need and Butch is eventually tackled to the floor and cuffed before being thrown inside a waiting police van.
2 Hours Later….Evansville Police Department Headquarters. Interrogation Room C.
Butch is sitting in a chair in a small dimly lit room, his hands cuffed behind his back and facing a two-way mirror. His expression is filled with rage and anger and his emerald-green eyes look like they could burn through lead.
Outside the room, two detectives in suits stand and stare at Butch through the two-way mirror. The younger of the two men just shakes his head in disgust.
(Younger man): I hate the British, snidey sons of b###hes.
(Older man): This guy’s got some record so careful what you say. He ain’t no normal limey. He’s Scottish for starters, f***in’ crazy. He got hit with two taser rounds and still got back to his feet and laid out fourteen officers. If you want to take the lead on this one, be my guest but just be careful what you say. Try not to piss him off.
The younger man scoffs.
(Younger man): Pffft, all we’re doing is telling him he’s not getting his kids and a slap on the wrist. Can’t believe how lucky some assholes get.
(Older man): I’d hardy say lucky, the man just found out he’s not the father of his kids. Just be careful how you word things.
The door opens inwards and the two men walk in. However their arrival doesn’t draw any reaction from Butch who maintains his hate-filled gaze at the nothingness in front of him. The two men flank either side of Butch, looking at him for a brief moment before exchanging glances. The older of the men of the two men subtly nods.
(Younger man): Mr Parker? Mr Butch Parker?
Butch again remains silent and doesn’t react.
At this point, Butch’s only reaction is to turn his head and turn his emerald-fiery stare onto the young detective. The forcefulness of Butch’s stare is so much that the man has to break eye contact with him. Butch eventually speaks.
(Butch): A show? You think that was a show I put on? Boy, you have no idea what went on tonight.
(Landon Frasier): Of course I do. You found out that those kids weren’t yours; you viciously assaulted your boss along with fourteen of our finest police officers. You’re very fortunate that you’ve got friends in such high places.
(Butch): What do you mean? And where are my kids?!
(Andrew Lincoln): Your employer, Senester has arranged for no charges to be levied against you and you’ve to be released. As for the children, they’re with child services.
(Butch): What the f**k are you talking about? I have full custody of those children, I have written documents!
(Landon Frasier): On the basis that you are the biological father. We’ve seen the documents and seeing as you’re no more a relative to them than I am, you have no right to see them.
(Butch): You better be f***ing glad I’m in handcuffs you smart arse otherwise the wall would be decorated with your face. Speaking of which, seeing as I’m a free man, do you mind getting these f***ing handcuffs off me?
Detective Andrew Lincoln removes a set of keys from his beltline and stoops down behind Butch, freeing his wrists from their metal bonds. Butch brings his arms out and massages his wrists momentarily before rising to his feet. He walks past both detectives, stopping when he reaches Landon Frasier. He cranes his neck and looks at the cocky detective who has a smug smile on his face. Butch screws his face in a confused expression and looks down.
(Butch): Is that mustard on your tie?
(Landon Frasier): Huh?
The detective looks down involuntarily and in the quickest of flashes, Butch rams his forehead into the man’s face, delivering a vicious head butt that sends him crashing into the wall and he slumps into an unconscious heap on the ground.
(Butch): Prick.
Butch turns and looks at Detective Lincoln. The older detective simply holds his hands and motions to the door.
(Andrew Lincoln): I did warn him not to piss you off. For what it’s worth, I’m sorry about what you had to go through tonight. I’d probably have done the same.
Butch gives the man an acknowledging nod.
(Butch): Thank you.
And with that, Butch takes his leave, walking out of the interrogation room as the scene fades to black.
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