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Episode 3- “Shootouts”

[This the first episode with a “Cold Open”]:

The episode picks up where we left off at the dive bar. Faith is still lying on the floor, dodging bullets, and debris. She looks up to the faces behind the semi-automatic guns and all she can see is black face masks and all black suits. The assault continues for at least another 5 minutes before faith thinks it is safe to get up from her hiding spot, but it was too late. A no name waiter started to run for her as a man, or thug in black behind him, began shooting and riddled his body with bullets so bad that his hand severed, falling to the floor. The hand fell into a pool of blood, splashing some onto Faith’s top. She was trembling. Now faith was face to face with one of the thugs. She was terrified so much that she lost her urine. “Will I suffer the same fate that my late husband did?” she thought to herself. As soon as she could continue her mental assessment of the situation, the thugs exited. The only sound you could hear were sobbing and screams of pain from the injured. Earl was all she could think of. As she finally got up from the floor, she rushed over to the table where her and DMX were about to have their meal. A NYCPD officer was entering the bar with swat included. Before she could advance further to the table, one of the officers stopped her. “There is nothing you want to see Miss” the young officer said with a dose of compassion. As soon as Faith noticed that compassion, she caught a glimpse of Earl saturated with blood. His eyes looked like doll eyes, fixed on the ceiling. He looked dead. Faith then let out a scream with the highest decibel it could shatter whatever glass left intact.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

[This is also the first episode where the opening credits begin after the cold open. It is a montage of all the characters and names set to the instrumental of “Full Effect” by Just Blaze]

"Streets Incorporated"

723 7th Ave

Foxy Brown has been tapping her Chanel boot against the chair she was sitting in. Since the deal to have her and Lil Kim finally get together and do this album, Foxy has been uneasy to say the very least. I mean they had been enemies for a decade, and this was Mr. Simmons’ idea. Now it is Sean Carter’s “Def Jam” or “Streets Inc”, a name Foxy was never fond of. She looks up to the secretary who is reading the latest “Jet” when Sean Carter himself walks into the waiting area.

“Inga Inga Inga...my girl! I pushed another meeting later so I can finally see you!” Jay is in a suit that costs more than her car. All the apprehension she had suddenly dissipated when he entered the room. As a matter of fact, every time she was ever in a room with him, she felt safe. Comfortable. He asks her to follow him, as she curtly looks over her new boss.

“Love the suit, Jay. It suits you, no pun intended” He smiles as they enter the biggest room that is on floor 22.

“Ya know, I was concerned when you and Amil showed up the other day when me and Russell were in the middle of that disagreement.” Foxy emitted a chuckle.

“Jay, you, and I both know it was more than that. It was 2 men fighting.” Foxy starts to curl her finger in her hair, coming off more condescending than she already was. Jay closes his office door and sits down at his desk.

“Well Inga what would you have called it?”

“What it was- a man destroyed. A known opportunist stole his company. This is definitely signature Shawn Carter. My only question is what do you have on him that is so massively important that he practically handed def jam to you of all people?” Jay smirked.

“Were you always this inquisitive?”

“Not inquisitive just curious. I am in the midst of my career being rehabilitated. Do I need to worry about the person rehabilitating that career?” Jay, being the confident man he is, gets up and sits down next to his former protégé.

“For over 10 years New York City, hell the world, has been waiting for the reunion of “Ill Na Na and Queen B” and now that it has arrived, you seem cautious. I know you I know how you respond and react to certain situations. I appreciate that you will be discreet with what you walked in on and ask for Amil, I will be blunt. What the FUCK was she doing here and more importantly with you!”

“Ha! Well, that was a surprise to me too. I came to the offices and there I see her. We chatted for a bit and then we heard all the racket.” Jay was like a detective, sitting poised and looking at her to try and decipher all this.

“Go on.” Jay politely said.

“Come on Shawn, forget that. I am here about “Thelma and Louise” album. I am not here to get into the semantics behind some fight.” Jay pulled out a massive cardboard head shot of the preliminary album cover of “Thelma and Louise” Album. The board shows both Kim and Foxy clad in Gucci wear. Foxy starts to look indignant. Jay sees the frustration in her face yet is cautious.

“Foxy, I think you guys look great!”

“And Kim signed off to this?”

“Of course she did. We still have some other shots that were taken the day of that photoshoot to go through and consider.”

Suddenly Foxy’s mind took a mental detour bringing her back (and the audience) to the day her and Kim agreed to all of this:

14 months ago…

Kim and Foxy both were called up by Jay and was asked to meet him at 17th Street pier. As they both waited, like everyone does with Jay, they addressed several “elephants” in the room.

“You look good Kim. I really think the press is being total assholes about you.” Foxy really did mean it, but not entirely. Kim is on offense of course.

“Ha! Well, the press has been just as scrutinous with you. I mean punching a Asian mane-querist. Throwing a cell phone at another. Ing, what is going on?” Offensive Kim went right to defensive Foxy.

“You just couldn’t resist. “Ing” really Kim? Were not at the academy anymore. We haven’t chummed it up like that in years and that name is reserved for those who I think are friends. As for the other, Yes, my hearing is impaired, and I could not hear the bitches. They deserved it.” Foxy pulls her left hand up to Kim showing her a messed up painted nail.

“That is what that 99-cent bitch did.” They both looked at each other. Paused and then they both broke out in laughter. Contagious laughing like when they were younger. When the relentless child-like laughter ceased, they both got up and hugged each other. A tear rolled down Kim’s surgically implanted cheek. All of the pettiness and fighting and jealousy seemed to have disappeared that afternoon on the 17th Street pier. Foxy adjusts herself and Kim dabs her eyes with a tissue.

“Kim, what have we been doing all these years? We just got offered a awesome opportunity. Why mess it up, I mean after everything?” Kim looks at her former best friend turned rival turned collaborators turned possible friend again.

“I will admit that I was worried, among other feelings, at first about reuniting with you Foxy…” She is cut off by Foxy.

“Ing is fine Kim.” Foxy said with a warm smile.

“Ok..Ing. Anyhow I was deeply concerned and to be blunt, I was prepared to come here ready for battle. I was about to pack my Fendi with my revolver then on second thought I said to myself that words we're always our thing. Why add any more pain in this industry. We already lost so much.” Foxy sits down on the bench pulling Kim’s arm with her.

“Kim, you’re going to feel differently after I show you this. Well actually, I don’t know how you will react now.” Foxy goes to her purse and opens it just enough to show Kim a glock, locked of course. They both stared at each other for a minute then that high school nostalgic feeling come back, leaving both of them to laugh hysterically again. They both got up and hugged each other again. The camera pulls out as loose ends are tied, and any resentment is now buried- once and for all. For now.

The mental detour was suspended, and Foxy was back at Jay’s office wearing a huge smile.

“Foxy? You ok girl? It looks like you have got something good going on in that mind of yours. You forget, I know you, Inga.” Foxy went from smiling back to her valiant self.

“And I know you, Jay. Well, it seems to look good. I approve. Call me with details for the next meeting. And Shawn, thank you.” Jay is almost stunned. He expected Foxy to raise hell like she always used to. Maybe people really do change? He still didn’t believe that in his soul. He gets up and shakes her hand.

“It’s been my pleasure.”

“No Jay, it’s been MY pleasure.” She winks and exits his office.

Meanwhile…

Bellevue Hospital

Surgical Ward

It was obvious that major press outlets and major urban and mainstream Media publication have not been tipped off yet about the shooting in Brooklyn and the death of DMX. It was radio silence as far as media circus.

[Side note. I must remind the audience that this was written over 10 years ago. It started off as a assignment in college close to the end of my studies and getting my degree. It sat unread or edited for at least 2 years before I found it then found it again before my recent move. Of course this was years before DMX really died and my heart is heavy. RIP]

Faith is sitting in a chair outside of a surgical ward B. She saw how bad he looked back at that bar. Her interest in who could of done this is on pause until she knows for sure that Earl is alive or dead. She is holding with all her might a Angel holding a cross figurine her grandmother gave her when she was 6. It was a good luck charm. Or at least that’s what it was intended for. Faith then seen a middle age Indian man in scrubs slowly walking towards her. She has seen the look of a failed doctor before. She is seeing the same look now.

“Miss Evans? You came in the ER with Earl Simmons correct?” Faith put her trinket away.

“Call me Faith and yes, I came in with him. I don’t want a prepared speech that you have in your back pocket for moments like this. Did he make it through surgery?”

“Ok, Faith. We exhausted all medical capabilities to revive him but he was just shot too many times and lost too much blood. I am sorry Faith, but he is dead.” Suddenly the room got very light and she was more empty inside now than ever before.

What about the plan that I must remind you is still in motion and working wonderfuly.

“You sure Doctor? You absolutely sure?”

“I am afraid so.” Faith was suddenly feeling light as a feather. She wanted to respond to her mental “sidekick”, reminding her of the plan. Suddenly security guards were running past her to the surprise of the media, and it wasn't just one media outlet. It looked like every damn press junket was outside the hospital entrance. The doctor was looking at the events and turned to see where Miss Evans was sitting, and the chair was empty.

Faith had fainted.

The Carter Estate

West Wing

The wait was much longer than he thought. He did everything he could to make the time pass easily. He went into the studio booth that yes, was inside this fortress known as a mansion, indeed had a private studio booth. I'm sure it had lots of other private things. Lamar was running out of options to kill this boredom. As he was about to exit the estate, something (or someone) made him look up to the top of the stairs. It was the look of a cinematic movie star emerging from the top of the stairs. The movie star being Beyoncé of course. She was draped in a yellow Dolce and Gabbana dress.

“She dresses like that just being at home by herself?”

Lamar thought inside his head. He saw her walk down the stairs and could not help admiring every curve, every line in her beautiful caramel skin. When she arrived at the foot of the steps his eyes of course turn to her apple bottom.

God she has the best ass I always imagined she had.

She walked over to him and gently put her arm around his shoulders.

“He still has you waiting. How about me and you do something to kill the time, so much so that time won't even be an issue no more. What do you say?” Lamar was sprung. Lamar was also curious as well. What could she possibly be talking about to make time go by so well that time would be erased? Five minutes later they were in another division of the West Wing. It was a huge room with about 100 different arcade games. She pulled his arm over to her favorite one. “Ski & Sing”. Lamar was a little confused.

“I get the ski part just by seeing the skis. What is with the sing part?” Beyoncé smiled, making his erection more throbbing.

“Sing as in singing silly. You see we got it from an auction in Dubai. You get on the skis, ride the slope and sing at the same time. If you're vocal matches your speed on the slope, you gather points. From what I heard emote from your vocal cords, I'm sure you are going to be gathering a lot of points.”

Gosh he is so fucking hot I would blow him right now.

Forbidden.

It is now blatantly obvious that the two are flirting with each other.

Forbidden.

She liked him. She liked his open mind. He was talented without a doubt but he had something that Jay lacked. Prioritization. He came 20 minutes before the meeting time with Jay. She somehow was turned on by his pragmatism. And the fact that he was extremely attractive with them smooth caramel complected arms with freshly done tattoos that made her pussy wink.

It was not too different for him either. She was the epitome of curvalicious. He didn't care about the status. He could give two fucks at that very moment. Plus, he was single. Well not completely. He has not spoken to Amanda in over 2 weeks since the incident. But that is for another day. Lamar wanted her. He can see himself taking her right now, picking her up and throwing her onto one of the arcade games. Or seeing her grab him and push him against the game next to the ski game. This one was called “Shootouts”. He can see himself lifting her skirt and going to town in a place where life slides out of. He would pull out the make-believe guns on this game and lean her body against the game and eat her out for hours. He was very good at servicing that very slide. And he wanted it bad, and he sensed she wanted it too.

“Would you like to try first or do you want me to go so you can see me do it so you get a feel for it?” beyoncé said with a sensuality that you can almost taste. It was definitely sex talk disguised as instructions for a video game. Her lips were beautiful and the way her tongue licked her lips made his dick so hard it was now visible.

Forbidden.

“Lamar I have to apologize for my husband's behavior. This is completely unacceptable I am going to call him.” She starts to pull out her iphone as he grabs her arm and puts the phone down on the arcade game. They exchange a look with an unspoken understanding and desire.

“B, you don't need to call him. I mean you don't really want to call him do you?”

“Not only do I not want to call him I don't even want to see him. All I want to do is…”

She was cut off by him passionately kissing her. The kiss went on for at least a minute until she stopped and looked at him. For a moment he thought his grave was dug and she was going to slap him. It was the opposite. She grabbed his hand and let him out of the arcade room and into a random guest room. Once inside she threw him onto the bed. She started kissing him passionately. He then got on top of her taking his shirt off. She smiled. She quickly started to disrobe. She then got back on top of him kissing him all over his chest. She slowly worked her way down to his belt buckle. He suddenly grabbed her shoulders.

“Wait. Are you sure? Should we be doing this?” Beyoncé smiled.

“You bet your record deal this is happening. This needs to happen. I've been lonely. But more importantly- I've been horny.” That's all he needed to hear. He unbuckled his jeans as she went to his throbbing dick. She smiled and went down on the future singer of Streets Incorporated. She was right in her initial assessment. His dick was amazing. As she kept sucking his dick to the point of a looming orgasm...

SPLIT

The camera shows the game “Shootouts” ringing and blinking. The game somehow was won. It made these loud dinging sounds meaning that the gun that was removed by Lamar somehow shot the target just as Lamar shot a load of cumm.

[The camera pulls out as Beyonce goes from sucking his dick to full on riding it. They would go on to having sex three more times that very late afternoon. Little did they know, the guest room she randomly went into was bugged. With a camera. The camera moved in their direction. The blue light appeared. That meant not only someone was viewing them, but it was also recording them. Recording every smack, every kiss, every intense blow job and everything ripe for a good old fashioned sex tape.]

To be continued...