(Connor leaps off the bus, starts exploring. He hears a girl's voice, and peering over the edge of a dry aqueduct, he sees two people argueing)

SUNNY: Come on, Tyke, look. Look. This stuff is good. It's worth something. Come on. Hey, why are you being such a jerk? I need - I need it now. Tyke, come on! (holding 3 CDs) Brand new, never opened. They got to be worth half a gram, huh?

TYKE: They suck.

SUNNY: They rock! Look! It's like every hit in the eighties! Plus - plus, this girl is hot.

TYKE: Get out of here, Sunny. You're embarrassing yourself.

SUNNY: Hey, they're worth at least a quarter. Please!

TYKE: Alright. Okay.

(Tyke takes the three CDs and tosses them like Frisbees one by one.)

TYKE: Bye! Bye! Bye.

SUNNY: You jerk!

(She starts to flail at him)

TYKE: (grabbing her roughly) You know what? *That* you get to work off!

SUNNY: Let go! Don't.

(Tyke is in the process of sticking Sunny into the back seat of the derelict car when he notices Connor coming towards them.)

TYKE: Walk away!

(Connor doesn't)

TYKE: An entire suit made of Chamois. That's different. 'What are you wearing to the Oscars?' 'My Chamois suit.' - What's all this?

(Tyke indicates the string of bones and teeth that Connor is wearing slung across his chest.)

CONNOR: Things I killed.

(Tyke laughs and whistles. Three thugs file out from under the overpass)

TYKE: Uh, aren't you all scary. Chamois and teeth! (Gives an exaggerated shudder) Wanna know what else is scary?

(One of the guys brains Connor from behind with a crowbar)

TYKE: Me.

(cut to commercial and resume)

(Tyke crouches down beside Connor and rips off the necklace of hunting trophies)

TYKE: (to thugs) Just get rid of him.

(he turns and walks back to the car. Meanwhile, Connor snaps to, and takes out a few goons. Type aims a gun at him, but Sunny slams the car door into him)

SUNNY: No!

(The gun goes off, hitting one of Tyke's goon. Furios, he aims it at Sunny next, but Connor kicks it away. Connor manages to body-slam Tyke on the top of the car, knocking him out. Sunny grabs Tyke's cash, drugs, and jacket. Connor is about to slit Tyke's throat when she intervenes.)

SUNNY: Don't! Are you crazy? The police are probably on their way. Come on. We got to go.

(Connor lets himself be pulled away, grabbing his string of trophies, then stops, turns back and slices off Tyke's left ear. Tyke screams as Connor holds up the ear to Sunny.)

CONNOR: So he won't forget me.

written by: Jeffrey Bell; Original transcript anonymous. Edited and formatted for this site by me.. Full transcript at:
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