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Blood and Metal
Act I
Scene II
SEOUL- Cafe Interior. Wide shot of the city street pans over to a seated figure sipping tea from his straw-punctured cup.
Enter NADA, his jacket flowing in the wind as he walks through the door to the resaurant. He flips his hair as he takes off his jacket, showing off his keenly toned arms. Cut to several women turning their heads and looking over. Cut to NADA'S BODY. He sits down across from the seated figure. Close-up of the seated figure: he is MC.
NADA leans forward grabs the 2nd cup of tea.
MC
I thought you weren't going to show up. What took you so long?
NADA
I was at a meeting with a couple of practice partners. Somehow, even on my day off I find ways to keep on practicing. I'm glad I got out of it, though. In a way, I'm becoming tired of TvT, and just tired of this tournament in general. I keep on waiting for some big change and it never happens.
MC
I'm not sure you have much to complain about; you're still in Code S.
NADA
For the moment. Have you SEEN my group?
MC
You've gotten to the Ro16 or beyond in every GSL. You probably don't even know the format of the up/downs, which makes you a very lucky man. I can't say the same for myself. Ever since the start of this dogged summer, I've been feeling... weaker. In my play, and in life.
And lately...
MC looks up. His chiseled face looks tired, hunted.
A long pause, pregnant with meaning.
I can't even think of the words to describe it. Did... did you ever read Lord of the Rings?
NADA
With the hobbits and the elves and orcs?
MC
Yeah. I remember at the beginning, Bilbo is talking with Gandalf the wizard. He's an incredibly old hobbit and is over 110 years old at the time of the scene. He comments that he feels liken he's become stretched, like butter spread over too much bread. He was weary, tired in a way that you can't refresh with a nap.
I'm feeling the same way. I used to have a fire inside me, a spark that wouldn't go out. Whenever things were at their toughest, I could turn inwards and find it. It was my swagger, Older Brother. My swagger.
MC gets up. His face is drawn and worn.
MC
I'll be right back.
Exit MC through bathroom door.
Close-up of NADA's face. The older man looks concerned. Guilty. He furrows his brow. He looks to the door again, and back to the table. He closes his eyes.
---Flashback---
oGs house interior. A room lined with chairs. NADA is at a computer desk, writing. The room is warmly lit, and NADA has a smile on his face. PlayXP is open in front of him with the latest tournament results.
Enter MC.
MC
Older Brother! I did it! I won my first GSL!
MC runs over. NADA stands. They embrace.
NADA
I'm so proud of you, Younger Brother.
MC
Someday I'm going to be just like you, Older Brother. I want to be the greatest Sc2 player of all time...
NADA and MC hold each other close for several seconds.
Fade to black.
---End Flashback---
The cafe lighting is now cold and blue, and dark compared to the oGs house lighting. Close-up of NADA's face. Guilt and concern are mixed with something else-- fear.
He glances around, then reaches into his jacket pocket. He pulls out a small flask of GOLDEN LIQUID. Carefully opening it, he pours it into MC's tea.
Enter MC from Bathroom Door. NADA quickly pockets his now-empty flask.
NADA
Well, if it's our day off we might as well have some fun. Finish your tea and let's go talk to those girls over there. I think the one in green was eyeing you earlier.
MC
Really? I don't know... I'm not sure I'm feeling up to it.
MC sits and drains his tea. His face is suddenly filled with warmth. His posture improves as he sits up straight.
NADA
Don't be lazy! Let's head on over while one of us still has a little youth left.
MC
Alright, let's do it.
The two of them stand and walk up to a table with 2 women. Camera backs out through the window. NADA is flexing and showing off his hot body. MC tells a joke, and the women laugh. MC sits down next to one of them.
Wide shot of the street with the cafe storefront. Camera pans back, up over the roof of building across the road. Crouched in the awning of the AC unit is a dark figure looking through binoculars.
He looks down and taps out a text message on his phone.
Close-up of phone.
TO: HQ
Message: Confirmed. Secretary NaDa has been embezzling our earnings and sharing them with his teammate. Orders?
The message is sent. A brief pause.
Reply from: HQ
Message: Take both of them down. I don't want either of them able to use their mouse hands for the rest of their careers.
The dark figure looks up. MC and NADA are no longer in the cafe. He vaults the safety rail and lands in the alley, tapping out a text message as he walks towards the road.
Reply to: HQ
Message: Mission accepted.
The dark figure walks out into the sunlight and is revealed to be RYUNG. He turns and walks down the street at a brisk pace.
Fade to Black
