Tony and Cleop Act Four Scene Seven Sub-Act One

 

Act Four

Scene Seven

Sub-Scene One

Who brought in the Spartans?

 

“Vive Le France!” The Frenchman called out when he rushed from the alley to cross the street. The gun battle was instanced there; Mark Antony pushed his boys forward. The armoured T-Fords roared down the street, each vehicle holding four boys, armed with a Tommy gun or shotgun. They drove up to barricades set up by Agrippa and rammed them. The mechanics had fortified the front bonnet with the iron bars that were welded to form a wedge.

“Tony, you bastard.” The Frenchman shot the previous friend of his in the face with a shotgun. He was there at the barricade. “Call yourself Iron Face. Now look in the mirror.”

The Frenchman then turned his aim on the others, leaving the barricade, which was overrun.

“Run you, batard. (French for bastard.)” The Frenchman cursed at the retreating enemies. “"Liberté, égalité, fraternité," (Liberty, equality, fraternity)," 

It was the call of the French people during the French Revolution.

“Get in!” It was Scarface who drove the T-Ford to the barricade. “We are moving forward.’”

Scarface pushed the dead boy off the other seat. He knew that guy who was trained by him.

“Take his gun. His extra clips are on the flooring.” The Frenchman climbed in. “I told him many times to check the clip. You do not shoot... darn, you cannot shoot with an empty clip.”

Scarface pressed the pedal and moved across the barricade. His approach was met by a hail of bullets.

“Par ma foi!” (French for by my faith.). Scarface called out.

“Hey, Latino. How come you can speak French?” The Frenchman smiled.

“I was not fucking Margaria. I was onto Cecilia. She always said, when we make love.” Scarface laughed.

“That is...” A Frenchman was shot in the throat. He slummed over onto the vehicle's front dashboard.

“Puta!” Scarface turned the wheel and crashed the vehicle onto the sidewalk. He staggered out to the shop and took refuge there.

“Fall back! We have extended ourselves too far.” Agrippa called out to the boys at the barricades. He was expecting resistance, but not that determined fight by the other boys.

“Even Caesar is assailed, and our enemy's strength is greater than we expected.” Agrippa took to his heels.

“Caesar retreating.” The Frenchman heard the call. He was hurt in the crash. You could say he added more scars to his body. He stepped out and saw the boss.

“How are you doing, Scarface?” Mark asked.

“Never felt better, Boss. This is really the way to fight! If we had fought like this before, we would have reached Rome by now.

“Aye.” Mark smiled. “Have yourself bandaged.”

“I will soon. I am going home later with bandages around my neck, decorated with medals.”

“You are bleeding fast,” Mark told Scarface.

“Yes, the wound does look like a T-bone, but now it looks like someone’s arsehole.”

“They are retreating.” Mark heard the calls from the boys. “Some of our boys are back by our side.”

“They deserve a good beating before we send them home. I can still do it with my wounds. I can still stand six more wounds.” Scarface smiled. It was then that Eros approached Mark Antony.

“Let us make gashes on their backs and take them the same way we catch hares from behind! It is entertaining to wound someone who is running away from you.”

“They are beaten back. Our advantage could help us secure a desirable victory.” Eros was smiling.

“I will reward you once for the comfort you give me with your high spirits, and I will reward you ten times for your fine bravery. Come on.” Mark walked to meet the other boys.