[FIC] Penn & Teller Go Network | ch5
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milesyORIGINALLY POSTED: 2003
Title: Penn & Teller Go Network (5/19)
Fandom: Penn & Teller Get Killed
Wordcount: 850
Rating: T
Characters: Penn, Teller
Summary: The boys finally get their big television break. It'll make them famous, even if it kills them.
AO3
Shortly after they checked in, a package had been sent up to their suite. It was addressed to have come from across the street, and upon opening it, Penn found a VHS tape with several recent episodes of Saturday Night Live, the show they were scheduled to do the next weekend. While Penn called down for laundry service to have their suits cleaned and pressed — something they'd never have done if they were paying for their own room service — he also inquired about having a VCR sent up to the suite. By the time it was delivered, both Penn and Teller had changed out of their suits and into their own respective versions of what pajamas were supposed to be — Teller in a plain T-shirt and flannel trousers, and Penn in a Velvet Underground shirt and a pair of sweats.
"I'm hungry," Penn said from his bed, turning down the volume on the Saturday Night Live tape. "You hungry?"
Teller looked up from the New York Times crossword and nodded. He had moved the small table over next to the windows so he could watch the street below while he worked on the crossword. Penn picked up the room service menu from the night stand and tossed it over to Teller. Teller put a small mark next to what he wanted with his ballpoint and tossed it back to Penn. As Penn reached for the telephone, there was a loud knock at the door. Both Penn and Teller froze and looked over at one another.
"Whoa," Penn said quietly. "Creepy."
He got up from his place on the bed and opened the door to find another wise guy, this one wearing leather in favor of a suit jacket, standing in the hall.
"I thought you boys might be hungry, so I brought you some Chinese," he said as he invited himself into the suite. He sat the paper bag filled with bento boxes on the table in front of Teller and sat down.
Teller cautiously reached into the bag and pulled out the boxes, one by one, half expecting to find something unpleasant in one or more of them.
"It's my understanding that you already spoke with Mickey," the wise guy said. It was directed at Teller, as though he had enough information on them to know that only one of them would talk, but like many who had only seen them once or twice had them mixed up.
"Yeah," Penn said, stepping over to the table. "But he was a little sketchy on some of the details. Maybe you can clear some of this stuff up."
Teller offered Penn an egg roll, which he eagerly accepted.
"Thank you, Teller," he said absently.
"It's really simple," the wise guy said, picked a water chestnut from one of the bento boxes and sticking it in his mouth. "This broad what's gonna be on the show next Monday is going to be wearing a necklace that belongs to her uncle. I work for her uncle, and he wants it back, you see?"
"We're leaving early Sunday morning," Penn reminded him.
"Letterman's dark on Fridays. She's gonna be there for some sort of rehearsal or something. What ever you showbiz people do. If I'm not mistaken, you have a rehearsal on Friday, too."
Penn looked down at Teller, who was going through his chow mien a little too quickly. Penn bapped him on the side of the head.
"Chew your food," he said flatly. He turned his attention back to their guest. "Listen, uhh..."
"Tommy," the wise guy said.
"Tommy," Penn confirmed. "It just seems a little risky is all. We're supposed to be working with Lorne, not David. Won't someone notice if we're where we're not supposed to be?"
"Doing the weekend show is like a free pass to wander the building," Tommy said. "Mickey has faith in your abilities, so I have faith in your abilities."
Teller tapped on Penn's arm and shook his head. Something didn't quite mesh right, and Teller could see it.
"My partner doesn't seem convinced," Penn said. He had an idea about what was bothering Teller. "So, we take this thing on Friday, and hold onto it until Sunday when we leave?" he asked, looking down at Teller to make sure he understood properly.
Teller nodded slowly. Tommy took something else from one of the bento boxes and ate it.
"No one's in that studio all weekend. They won't notice until you're gone," he assured. He looked across the table to Teller, who still wasn't convinced. "You boys realize there's no backing out at this point? My boss paid for your car as well as this wonderful room, so he expects something in return."
Tommy stood up and walked to the door. He opened it and stood half way in the hallway, ready to leave.
"He's even willing to overlook the eight suits you sent down to laundry today."
Penn and Teller looked at one another, spooked that they'd already found out about that. Tommy walked out of the room, leaving the two of them alone with their cheap Chinese dinner.
Title: Penn & Teller Go Network (5/19)
Fandom: Penn & Teller Get Killed
Wordcount: 850
Rating: T
Characters: Penn, Teller
Summary: The boys finally get their big television break. It'll make them famous, even if it kills them.
AO3
Shortly after they checked in, a package had been sent up to their suite. It was addressed to have come from across the street, and upon opening it, Penn found a VHS tape with several recent episodes of Saturday Night Live, the show they were scheduled to do the next weekend. While Penn called down for laundry service to have their suits cleaned and pressed — something they'd never have done if they were paying for their own room service — he also inquired about having a VCR sent up to the suite. By the time it was delivered, both Penn and Teller had changed out of their suits and into their own respective versions of what pajamas were supposed to be — Teller in a plain T-shirt and flannel trousers, and Penn in a Velvet Underground shirt and a pair of sweats.
"I'm hungry," Penn said from his bed, turning down the volume on the Saturday Night Live tape. "You hungry?"
Teller looked up from the New York Times crossword and nodded. He had moved the small table over next to the windows so he could watch the street below while he worked on the crossword. Penn picked up the room service menu from the night stand and tossed it over to Teller. Teller put a small mark next to what he wanted with his ballpoint and tossed it back to Penn. As Penn reached for the telephone, there was a loud knock at the door. Both Penn and Teller froze and looked over at one another.
"Whoa," Penn said quietly. "Creepy."
He got up from his place on the bed and opened the door to find another wise guy, this one wearing leather in favor of a suit jacket, standing in the hall.
"I thought you boys might be hungry, so I brought you some Chinese," he said as he invited himself into the suite. He sat the paper bag filled with bento boxes on the table in front of Teller and sat down.
Teller cautiously reached into the bag and pulled out the boxes, one by one, half expecting to find something unpleasant in one or more of them.
"It's my understanding that you already spoke with Mickey," the wise guy said. It was directed at Teller, as though he had enough information on them to know that only one of them would talk, but like many who had only seen them once or twice had them mixed up.
"Yeah," Penn said, stepping over to the table. "But he was a little sketchy on some of the details. Maybe you can clear some of this stuff up."
Teller offered Penn an egg roll, which he eagerly accepted.
"Thank you, Teller," he said absently.
"It's really simple," the wise guy said, picked a water chestnut from one of the bento boxes and sticking it in his mouth. "This broad what's gonna be on the show next Monday is going to be wearing a necklace that belongs to her uncle. I work for her uncle, and he wants it back, you see?"
"We're leaving early Sunday morning," Penn reminded him.
"Letterman's dark on Fridays. She's gonna be there for some sort of rehearsal or something. What ever you showbiz people do. If I'm not mistaken, you have a rehearsal on Friday, too."
Penn looked down at Teller, who was going through his chow mien a little too quickly. Penn bapped him on the side of the head.
"Chew your food," he said flatly. He turned his attention back to their guest. "Listen, uhh..."
"Tommy," the wise guy said.
"Tommy," Penn confirmed. "It just seems a little risky is all. We're supposed to be working with Lorne, not David. Won't someone notice if we're where we're not supposed to be?"
"Doing the weekend show is like a free pass to wander the building," Tommy said. "Mickey has faith in your abilities, so I have faith in your abilities."
Teller tapped on Penn's arm and shook his head. Something didn't quite mesh right, and Teller could see it.
"My partner doesn't seem convinced," Penn said. He had an idea about what was bothering Teller. "So, we take this thing on Friday, and hold onto it until Sunday when we leave?" he asked, looking down at Teller to make sure he understood properly.
Teller nodded slowly. Tommy took something else from one of the bento boxes and ate it.
"No one's in that studio all weekend. They won't notice until you're gone," he assured. He looked across the table to Teller, who still wasn't convinced. "You boys realize there's no backing out at this point? My boss paid for your car as well as this wonderful room, so he expects something in return."
Tommy stood up and walked to the door. He opened it and stood half way in the hallway, ready to leave.
"He's even willing to overlook the eight suits you sent down to laundry today."
Penn and Teller looked at one another, spooked that they'd already found out about that. Tommy walked out of the room, leaving the two of them alone with their cheap Chinese dinner.
