Fan Fiction ❯ Terra Firma ❯ The man from Geneva ( Chapter 1 )

New cast:

Leary Scarapange (Denis Leary, "The Ref")

Jargon Remai (John McCrea, lead singer of Cake)

Jimmy Szabo (Jason Lee, "Mallrats")

Daria O'Day (Julianne Moore, "The Big Lebowski")

Andy Rapp (Kevin Smith, "Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back")

Father Joe Conway (James Garner, "Maverick")

Stephen St. Claire (Brian O'Hallaran, "Clerks")

LEARY: ::Walks through the back roads of an Irish town by the name of McGilhenny, making his way to the town's catholic church. Before he walks in, he lays his jacket on the ground outside of the church. As he enters the church, he walks straight to the confessional. As he sits down, he sighs and rubs his forehead:: "Forgive me father…for I have sinned. It's been six days since my last confession."

CONWAY: "What have you to confess?"

LEARY: "I have stolen…millions upon millions of dollars. I've killed close to a dozen people. I've seen innocent people thrown in prison for my wrongdoing, and I've assisted guilty people in walking free. I spend so much time around people who only cause me to continue this, and I…"

CONWAY: ::Jumping in hastily-he's heard this before:: "Leary, you've confessed the same thing every week for ten years. Now I know you're not doing this anew every week. I can't let you do this to yourself. Do you have something new to confess?"

LEARY: "Yes, father. …

…Forgive me father, but I'll do it again."

JARGON: ::A cab pulls up to a house outside McGilhenny, and out steps a man wearing a suit-all black-and a black fedora. He walks up the steps, knocking on the front door::

DARIA: ::Answers the door, poking her head out:: "You got a warrant?"

JARGON: "I'm here to see Leary Scarapange."

DARIA: "Like I said, you got a warrant?"

JARGON: "I'm not a cop. I'm looking for the guy that took my money."

DARIA: "Yeah, I'm going to let you kill my brother."

JARGON: "You've got it wrong. I'm here to HIRE Leary."

DARIA: ::Opens the door to let him in:: "Leary isn't here, but he should be back any minute now. Have a seat in the living room."

LEARY: ::A few minutes later, Leary comes home. He keeps his trenchcoat, which is filled with guns and knives, on as he goes into the living room:: "My sister said you wanted to see me?"

JARGON: "You must be great with computers if you can skim money off the US Court System."

LEARY: "And?"

JARGON: "And I could use a computer whiz in this new endeavor I'm entering. What else can you do?"

LEARY: "I'm good with demolitions, and good at not being noticed. What's your job?"

JARGON: "I'm building a military group."

LEARY: ::Eyes open wide all of a sudden:: "You're DRAFTING me?!"

JARGON: "No, it's your choice. But you'll be paid extremely well if you join."

LEARY: "…Let me see who else you can get before I decide."

JIMMY: ::Two days later, in the lower east side of Manhattan, Jimmy Szabo walks down the street. He is flanked by two guys in white shirts with black ties. Himself, he chooses to wear a pinstripe suit::

STEPHEN: ::He and his FBI subordinates come hauling down the street in black Fords, skidding to a stop at the corner Jimmy was walking toward. Stephen jumps out, and the doors open. Suddenly, a Hummer slams into the rear end of one of the Fords, sending agents flying, and the other car into a pole:: "HOLY SHIT!"

JARGON: ::Walks up to the corner:: Aww dammit, I'm going to miss that Hummer. ::Pulls out two gold-plated automatic pistols, pointing one at Stephen and one at Jimmy:: Gentlemen, could I borrow you for a moment?

JIMMY: ::He and Stephen follow Jargon into a building Jimmy owns, back into Jimmy's back room-he uses it for poker::

STEPHEN: "Who was the kamikaze driver?"

JARGON: "A brick and The Club. Beside the point. Now, let's get acquainted. We all know Jimmy Szabo, the mafia leader. I think we're familiar with Mr. St. Claire here, the big shot FBI agent. But who am I?"

STEPHEN: "Good question."

JARGON: "The name's Jargon Remai. My father was Allen Dalsimer, who YOUR agency led to suicide Mr. St. Claire. Surely you remember him…the ambassador to Switzerland? Well, it's all a moot point. See, I'm starting an independent military group. And I need an intelligence officer…not to mention a strategist Mr. Szabo."

JIMMY: "I was WONDERING what this had to do with me."

JARGON: "If you're in, Mr. Szabo, you'll work alongside your old friend Leary Scarapange."

JIMMY: "If I'm in I bring my men with me."

JARGON: "Mr. Rapp? Please do. A sniper would do us well. But you might want to know the intentions of this group. See, we're setting out to protect the world as we know it."

JIMMY: "If I'm in, you need to understand I'll continue my business on top of it."

JARGON: "Acceptable."

STEPHEN: "If he goes I go."

JARGON: "What a cop. Don't let him get too far. Then so be it."

JARGON: ::Standing on the elevated porch at Leary's house, Jimmy, Andy, Stephen and Leary all with him.:: "Construction begins tomorrow. Soon, we'll be founded-the Terra Firma Group."

JIMMY: "HERE? Why HERE?"

JARGON: "Few civilians in the area, little to block view of oncoming enemies, a neutral country…it's a perfect spot."

JIMMY: "Don't tell me we're already properly manned, are you crazy?"

JARGON: "No, we're not fully manned. But once we have a place for all the people to stay, I'll introduce you to the team."