The Causeway, Saturday Morning

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Shot: An empty causeway framed close. A wheel appears in view.

Shot: The engine of a motorcycle! The sound of an engine, being shut off.

Shot: Leather-clad fingers reaching into a leather jacket to produce forth a leather-lined packet of chewing gum.

Shot: Close on Atton, who pops a piece of chewing gum in his mouth (for reasons totally unrelated to 'making clear to the audience that this wasn't another recast for Ben Skywalker' or 'angry phone calls from execs stating that the network no longer wants to see cigarettes on film'. Really. Artistic merit!).

"Well, well," Atton mused, staring up at the spires of Fandom. "This looks ripe for the picking..."

Chew. Chew.

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Cade Walkersky arrived just after him, also on a motorcycle because it was the easiest way to establish someone as a bad boy and writers were lazy.

"Yo," he said, taking his helmet off and tossing his hair out of his eyes in a photogenic way.

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"So this is the place," Atton said, throwing a look at Cade over his shoulder. Casually. "Not a bad choice. Even if it's a little small for my tastes."

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Cade stared into the middle distance as dramatic music played. Dramatically. "I have unfinished business here."

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"Yeah, well, this unfinished business better be profitable," Atton retorted. "I don't want to get run out of town by an angry mob again... empty-handed."

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"There's a diamond mine here," Cade said with a grin. "Profitable enough for you?"

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"Huh." Atton processed that. "Right. Well, let's go steal us a diamond mine."

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"Or at least the diamonds," Cade replied unnecessarily.

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"So what's the 4-1-1 on this town?" Atton said, because someone on the writing staff had been watching a lot of cop shows lately.

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This was an excellent time for exposition!

A theme song began playing in the background as Cade told Atton about the feuds between the Skywalkers, the Winchesters, and the Starks, and about the strange epidemic of comas that plagued the town.

"And don't marry a girl named Jaina," he added. "Her husbands always end up dead."

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"I don't do marriage," Atton said, as the dramatic music swelled up behind him to indicate he had some kind of Dark Past about the whole matter. "It's always a trap."

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Cade nodded sagely. "I learned that after Juanita."

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"That cartel still owes us," Atton groused. He picked his helmet back up. "Better hope this makes up for what we blew in Vegas."

Vegas.

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Cade frowned hard, squinting up his eyes.

(Cade's actor was kind of terrible.)

"They'll pay for that after we're rich."

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"How much is a diamond on the market these days?" Atton asked, slipping the helm over his head. Dramatically.

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"At least ten thousand dollars," Cade said.

The writers had no idea.

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"Time to pull a Seven O'Clock Tim Brady Self-Immolating Crazy Ivan Spin Doctor," Atton decided.

No, seriously. The writers had no clue.

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Cade frowned. "Where are we going to find a three legged elephant for that?"

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"Seven O'Clock," Atton said, sighing, "Not nine. Really, you'd think by now you'd have learned how to count."

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"Oh, right!" Cade said. "Sorry. Well, at least we're at a school? I can brush up on my math."