Quint:
Listen up and listen good. There's a lot you don't know about the Marshals. First off, the U.S. Marshal service was actually founded in 1789.
Chris Monsanto:
I know that. We learned that in the academy.
Quint:
Let me finish. 1789 thousand B.C. It was started by a secret cabal known as The Ancients.
Chris Monsanto:
What the hell are you talking about?
Quint:
Listen, their mission was onefold -- To scour the earth ins earth of the 5 chosen ones that were foretold in the prophecy. The Ancients needed them to complete "The Project". Maybe your friend Brett was one of the chosen ones.
Chris Monsanto:
Okay, well, none of that helps me and was a total waste of my time, so thank you, old man.
[before Chris was about to leave]
Quint:
Chris! If your boy's still alive, he's headed for Kartuuk, Ancient City where the Marshal service started. No one knows exactly where it is, but you'll know it when you see it. Head south and don't stop.
Chris Monsanto:
Thank you.
Quint:
It's a long trip. Here's a copy of Paradise Rising. Get ready for some sick licks.
[Quint gives Chris the tape]
Chris Monsanto:
Okay, can't wait.
Quint:
Chris, promise me you'll listen to the tape.
Chris Monsanto:
Ooh, okay. I promise.
[as Chris leaves Quint's house, Sugalski shows up]
Sugalski:
See? That wasn't so hard.
Quint:
I just sent my protege to certain death.
Sugalski:
And in return, I will pass on your demo on to my cousin at Toptune Records, as promised.
Quint:
Really.
Sugalski:
I'm a man of my word. And now I'm afraid you've outlived your usefulness, and I've out-used your live-fulness.
[Sugalski shoots Quint]
Sugalski:
[chuckles] Dumb bastard.
[Sugalski then notices Quint has multiple fingers]
Sugalski:
20 fingers? What the hell?
[then another Quint shows up]
Sugalski:
But I just killed you.
Quint:
No, Sugalski. You just killed Grint, my dumb bastard clone.
Sugalski:
[gun cocks] You have a few minutes to explain yourself.
Quint:
See, when I quit my life the Marshals to devote my life to progressive rock, I soon encountered what's known as "Prog Rocker's Dilemma". The music I composed was too dense and complex for any regular human being to play.
Quint:
No one had the chops, not even Cynthia. So I did some choppin' of my own -- DNA choppin' and slicin' and a-dicin' and a splicin'. I built a lab in my basement, cloned mutant versions of myself, and formed the world's first genetically engineered prog rock supergroup.
Quint:
First came Grint. His 20 fingers made him ideally suited to play complex guitar chords. Then I made a lead singer, Zint, whose giraffe-like neck gave him a 12-octave vocal range, just like a giraffe. Next came Dint, the drummer that's nothing but arms. Jint, whose dim, ego-less brain made him willing to play bass, and various session mutants.
[Sugalski shoots the real Quint]
Sugalski:
Alright, I get it.
Quint:
I had a hunch you were gonna double-cross me. That's why I had Grint pretend to be me.
Sugalski:
I didn't double-cross you, Quint. I said I would get your demo to the record label. I never said I wouldn't kill you.
Quint:
So you are going to give them the tape?
Sugalski:
[nodding his head meaning yes]
Quint:
Thanks, brother.
[then Sugalski shoots Quint again]
