Part 242: Epilogue the Last: Sic Transit Gloria Mundi
Epilogue the Last: Sic Transit Gloria MundiThe Middle of Nowhere
May 4, 2040
(FADE IN on an OLD CRT TELEVISION)
: What if I told you that there was once a coach who started his career in ignominy.
: What if I told you that he was given another chance by a small town club with ancient roots.
: What if I told you that he became the greatest football coach in the world.
: What if I told you that they called him the God King of Wales.
: What if I told you that he walked away from his club to bring glory to his nation.
: What if I told you there were challenges beyond even him.
: What if I told you that on the day of his downfall, he vanished, and was never seen again.
: This is 30 for 30: The Death of a God-King.
(The OLD CRT TELEVISION clicks off. Camera pans back to reveal a dilapidated shack, covered in empty beer cans. A MAN sits with his back to the camera, slunk in a ratty old recliner)
: S'bullshit. All Gulati's fault.
(The MAN tenses for a moment, and then sighs)
: Ok, not all his fault. Mainly my fault.
(The MAN covers his face and weeps, cut to REVERSE SHOT showing a SHADOWED FIGURE behind the MAN in the chair)
: It doesn't have to be this way, you know.
: What?! Who's there?
(The MAN struggles to his feet, we can see his STAINED AND TATTERED BATHROBE barely covering his aging body)
: Everything can be made right, for a price.
: Nothing can make this right. I would have to go back in time.
: I can help you with that. Terms and conditions will apply, naturally.
: I'm not 100% sure about this.
: Close enough for me!
(The SHADOWED FIGURE grabs the MAN'S hand, SMASH CUT TO BLACK)
A Back Alley in Boston
June 26, 2017
(A WOMAN in a too large STAINED AND TATTERED BATHROBE pulls herself from a garbage dumpster. She looks around, and sees the SHADOWED FIGURE)
: What the hell was that?
: Exactly what you wanted. A second chance.
(the WOMAN looks down at herself, then back to the SHADOWED FIGURE, then back to herself)
: And what the hell did you do to me?!
: I did say terms and conditions would apply.
(The WOMAN stares at the SHADOWED FIGURE and fumes, as his pocket begins to ring. The SHADOWED FIGURE holds up a hand to the WOMAN)
: One minute, I need to take this. Hello, sir?
: Hey, Lou. How's it going? I told you to come right back with my McDonald's order. What's taking you so long?
(The SHADOWED FIGURE blanches, as much as a SHADOWED FIGURE can blanch)
: Uh, right nearby sir. Just got caught up telling someone how great you are, sir. Be right there.
(The SHADOWED FIGURE looks at the WOMAN, and makes a decision)
: Look, you remember how you got your first job? Just start from the beginning again. Here's some clothes. I've gotta run. Have fun!
(The SHADOWED FIGURE tosses a SUIT BAG at the WOMAN, and then vanishes in a puff of SULPHURUS SMOKE, leaving the woman CHAGRINED)
: Well. Crap.
(The WOMAN looks around, and then steps into a secluded doorway, returning to view a short time later, now dressed)
: At least the clothes fit, kinda. Now where the hell am I?