Ed gets beat up

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- Fade back in above dark alley under a new moon, barely touched by the dim fluorescence of dying streetlamps, piles of unidentifiably brown-stained trash accumulating in filthy gutters. A hunched man, hands in pockets, turns into the alley, casting furtive glances left and right, walking as fast as he can. Halfway through, a second man lazily rises up out of concealing shadows, grinning widely. The first man starts in shock and turns to run, but his way is immediately blocked by a tall third figure, clad in all-black leather and a motorcycle helmet. The man throws up his hands, but the all-black figure ignores his gesture and lands a big right hook on the man's jaw. BAM! The man cries out in pain, "Agh!", reeling from the force of impact, swaying on his feet. He stumbles over to the wall and leans against it, breathing heavily. "Nononono, I need more time, I need more time. I'll have the money tomorrow, I swear to God, I'll have it tomorrow..."

The lazy one pouts mockingly and looks at his nails. "Aww, did you just say 'tomorrow', or 'two weeks ago'? I could've sworn you said 'two weeks ago', but if you'd said that, we wouldn't be here right now, would we?"

The dark figure presses on, landing a left jab into the man's face, followed by a low right to his solar plexus. Boom, boom. The man doubles over, tears in his eyes. The smiling one raises a hand, at which the all-black figure obediently takes a step back.

"It's too late for the money, Ed. We're not here for the money. We're comin' for everything. This was just a courtesy call." Gives a curt nod, and the dark figure strides back in, slamming a knee between the man's legs, then an elbow to the top of his head. The man crumples to the ground, whimpering.

"Next time you bet on credit, you pay two weeks ago." Hawks up a loogie and spits it on the back of the man's head. We slowly zoom out of an overhead shot as the two standing figures stride out of the alley, leaving the man on the ground shivering in the fetal position.