A couple nights ago I went out with BFJ. This seemingly innocent act lead to his girlfriend texting him 100 times FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU. But he didn't read them or respond. He was too drunk to check his phone messages. Those texts would be the last communication between them for a while. The next day she gave him the silent treatment.
I'm not sure what the big deal was. Except, that she had read my book, and even though she told me she really enjoyed it, she told BFJ that she no longer wants him to hang out with me. Which is a shame, since I don't have too many friends.
Around the time the 98th unchecked FUCK YOU text was coming in, around the time we had been kicked out of the last bar and were sitting in an all night Arab chicken joint on 1st Ave. we decided that we were fascinating people. And that by all means our story deserved to be told. And since we are misunderstood miscreants the job of telling the story would be left up to us. Since I'm not getting anywhere writing books and a NYC blog we'd have to hit the masses in the asses, meaning a movie.
We started salivating, or rather drooling, over the hot, beautiful (and of course talented- they had to also be talented we decided after a little debate) actresses we could cast.
The story is about how we met, me coming back to the States after a yearlong drug binge that ends with a half hearted suicide attempt in Paris. I use all my worldly education and sophisticated charm to move back in with my parents and work in a sandwich shop for minimum wage and no tips. BFJ is a decade younger than me, and at the time was still attending high school in the small farming hamlet we used to call home. The love of his young life (major mad crush) worked part-time after school at the sandwich shop and the story revolves around this budding femme fatale and the bizarre love triangle that develops. I don't want to give too much away, but let's just say I was shocked to find out that the age of consent in Wisconsin is not the same age as in Paris.
We really want to crank this out and decided to post it as it develops. Anyone is allowed to chime in with opinions and let us know what is utter crap. Unless your name is Kelley or Marci, that is.
This is not going to be one of those quirky pussy movies like Garden State, and it is going to have an even better soundtrack. (Unless anyone involved with Garden States is reading this and wants to pay for our movie. Than that guy on Scrubs is a genius, a genius I tell you!)
INT. Day.
Extreme close up of a table. The June 1, 1974 version of the Doors 'The End' preformed by Eno and Nico starts playing.
Camera pulls back. There is a pile of cocaine chopped into huge fat lines. A head comes into frame and snorts two big lines.
INT. Day.
Man who does the coke sits back on couch. Next to him is a strung out naked girl with a cigarette dangling from her mouth. She mumbles (in French) some Rimbaud poetry to no one in particular. The MAN looks around the dirty apartment for somebody. He gets off the couch and walks down a hallway. He opens a door.
INT. Day
DAVID is hanging by his shoelace. Behind him is a window, the Eiffel Tower looms in the background. On the windowsill sits an empty bottle of Jack Daniels and empty plastic bottle of prescription pills. DAVID starts to throw up on himself and starts to struggle. The Man helps DAVID down.
INT. Night. Airplane. 'The End' continues to play.
David is sitting on a packed airplane. It is night and dark, except the one solitary overhead light illuminating DAVID. He sits on the plane, the plane lands; DAVID goes through customs- all the time looking very grim. Like the beginning of The Graduate.
EXT. Day. Airport.
DAVID'S parents are waiting for him. They are standing alongside their expensive car. DAVID'S dad opens the back door. DAVID hands his dad his suitcase and climbs into the back of the car. Neither of his parents says a word or hugs him. The dad puts the suitcase in the truck, the parents get into the front of the car without looking at each other and the car drives off, just as NICO screams “Mother, I want to FUUUUUUUCKHHHHHHHHYOUUUUUUâ€.
This is not the end. This is the 9-minute opening of the film. 81 more minutes, or 81 pages (one page of script usually adds up to one minute of film time) left to write.
Film working title FUCK YOU
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i just looked over this and commented on it at scribbles and it seemed to disappear into never never land.
what i said was i like the song
i don't like the girl mumbling poetry, especially since i don't know when the song ends and the poetry mumbling begins.
i like the customs and i like the parking lot
i don't like airports or air planes in movies i think they are over done
it sounds interesting
(you should invest in flip-flops; there is a whole line of hemp/recycled ones that i can introduce your characters to
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what i said was i like the song
i don't like the girl mumbling poetry, especially since i don't know when the song ends and the poetry mumbling begins.
i like the customs and i like the parking lot
i don't like airports or air planes in movies i think they are over done
it sounds interesting
(you should invest in flip-flops; there is a whole line of hemp/recycled ones that i can introduce your characters to
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FUCK YOU- Let's meet the kids.
This screenplay isn't about quality. And is subject to drastic change and improvements. I've already changed the main characters first name- because I wrote a typo and Davis seems like a better name. This screenplay is about getting it done. Then it can be debated about afterwards and changed for the better. Sometimes you gotta just pound the keys if you want to walk the walk and not talk the talk.
EXT. Morning. Wisconsin farming community.
The streets of the sleepy hamlet are mostly deserted. The camera zooms over the town. It is a quaint place to visit, but anyone into culture, fashion or pop culture would not want to live here.
EXT. Morning. Lutheran Church.
Only two cars sit in the parking lot.
EXT. Morning. Bank.
Five cars and a muddy John Deere tractor sit in the parking lot.
EXT. Morning. Local High School.
Two hundred cars sit in the parking lot.
INT. Morning. High School.
The halls are deserted.
INT. Morning. Art Class.
Kids are enthusiastically working on papier-mâché sculptures. There is a hustle and bustle about the room and glue and paint is getting used liberally. JEN, a pretty blonde girl is working on a swan. Her creation is more an ugly duckling, but JEN herself is a real young beauty and is getting most of MR. MALDON'S attention. MR. MALDON is the art teacher and a recent graduate of the University of Oshkosh. He wears longish hair and Birkenstocks. Five years ago MR. MALDON and DAVIS were in the same graduation class, from the exact same high school.
MR. MALDON
Nice Jennifer. Real nice. You are capturing the elegance of the graceful swans neck.
JEN (said with a smile and a wink)
Aw, you think so. Thanks Mr. M.
In actuality the swans 'graceful' neck is crocked.
KEV sits behind JEN. He is wearing blue jeans and a Burton Snowboarding T-shirt. He has never been snowboarding. And although KEV'S sculpture is the lone creation in class that shows any promising artistic ability, KEV is the one student who isn't working diligently. KEV is staring hard at JEN'S ass.
INT. Morning. Principle's Office.
JACK (Who prefers to be called JOHNNY) is tall and lean and standing erect in front of the principle's desk. JOHNNY is wearing black cowboy boots, black jeans, a black belt with a big silver buckle, and a black T-shirt with a picture of Johnny Cash giving the fuck finger. His black hair is combed straight back in a pompadour. The principle is wearing a cheap suit.
PRINCIPLE
Jack how many times…
JOHNNY
Call me Johnny.
PRINCIPLE
Son, Jack is the name your mother gave you, it is the name you were christened with, and it is the name the good Lord knows you by. Do you want to go up to the pearly gates only to be sent down to Hell because St. Peter gets your name wrong?
JOHNNY
Dad, I don't plan on dying anytime soon. And why can't I be Johnny? John F. Kennedy was president of the United States and people called him Jack. It is a name that can be interchangeable, why can't I change it around the other way?
PRINCIPLE
Because it drives people crazy. How am I supposed to discipline a whole school when I have my own son arguing with the homeroom teacher at roll call?
JOHNNY
All right dad. For you.
JOHNNY turns to walk out.
PRINCIBLE
Hey Johnny?
JOHNNY
Yeah dad?
PRINCIPLE
Here put this on.
The PRINIPLE pulls a long sleeve black oxford shirt from his desk drawer. JOHNNY puts on the shirt over his T-shirt without protest. He turns to walk out of the principles office.
PRINCIPLE
Hey Johnny?
JOHNNY
Yeah dad?
PRINCIPLE
Too bad we didn't name you Sue.
JOHNNY
Yeah right. Good one dad.
INT. Mid-Morning. School Hallway.
The BELL rings and kids rush from class. KEV meets up with JOHNNY.
KEV
How'd the morning meeting with your dad go?
JOHNNY
You know he means well. He just let's the small town social politics cloud his judgment sometimes. But all in all not a bad dad. And art class, you actually do any art?
KEV
How could I? She is wearing my favorite jeans. I swear she doesn't wear any panties when she wears those jeans. They are so tight and I didn't see any lines. I'm sitting five feet away with only one layer of fabric separating me from sweetest glory ever to behold.
JOHNNY
Jesus Christ get a grip.
KEV
I'm just saying if I could get my tongue between those thighs…(cutoff)
JOHNNY
Shut up, here she comes.
JEN skips up to the boys and jumps between them, she puts an arm around both their necks and swings in a playful way. KEV'S face scrunches up like he has a bad itch he can't scratch. JOHNNY pretends JEN'S physical contact doesn't bother him, even though one of JEN'S breasts brushes against his side as she swings. JEN knows a lot of boys have crushes on her; she can see it in the longing stares. But she doesn't know how much this so-called innocent playful behavior drives them madly wild, especially KEV.
EXT. Lunch. School Courtyard.
KEV, JOHNNY, JEN and a few other students are eating lunch. JOHNNY is smoking a cigarette. KEV doesn't eat. His face looks like he still has that itch.
INT. Afternoon. History Class.
MR. GALLOWAY is writing on the chalkboard. The class is full except one lone seat.
INT. Afternoon. Bathroom.
KEV is in the deserted bathroom, jacking off in the last stall.
EXT. Morning. Wisconsin farming community.
The streets of the sleepy hamlet are mostly deserted. The camera zooms over the town. It is a quaint place to visit, but anyone into culture, fashion or pop culture would not want to live here.
EXT. Morning. Lutheran Church.
Only two cars sit in the parking lot.
EXT. Morning. Bank.
Five cars and a muddy John Deere tractor sit in the parking lot.
EXT. Morning. Local High School.
Two hundred cars sit in the parking lot.
INT. Morning. High School.
The halls are deserted.
INT. Morning. Art Class.
Kids are enthusiastically working on papier-mâché sculptures. There is a hustle and bustle about the room and glue and paint is getting used liberally. JEN, a pretty blonde girl is working on a swan. Her creation is more an ugly duckling, but JEN herself is a real young beauty and is getting most of MR. MALDON'S attention. MR. MALDON is the art teacher and a recent graduate of the University of Oshkosh. He wears longish hair and Birkenstocks. Five years ago MR. MALDON and DAVIS were in the same graduation class, from the exact same high school.
MR. MALDON
Nice Jennifer. Real nice. You are capturing the elegance of the graceful swans neck.
JEN (said with a smile and a wink)
Aw, you think so. Thanks Mr. M.
In actuality the swans 'graceful' neck is crocked.
KEV sits behind JEN. He is wearing blue jeans and a Burton Snowboarding T-shirt. He has never been snowboarding. And although KEV'S sculpture is the lone creation in class that shows any promising artistic ability, KEV is the one student who isn't working diligently. KEV is staring hard at JEN'S ass.
INT. Morning. Principle's Office.
JACK (Who prefers to be called JOHNNY) is tall and lean and standing erect in front of the principle's desk. JOHNNY is wearing black cowboy boots, black jeans, a black belt with a big silver buckle, and a black T-shirt with a picture of Johnny Cash giving the fuck finger. His black hair is combed straight back in a pompadour. The principle is wearing a cheap suit.
PRINCIPLE
Jack how many times…
JOHNNY
Call me Johnny.
PRINCIPLE
Son, Jack is the name your mother gave you, it is the name you were christened with, and it is the name the good Lord knows you by. Do you want to go up to the pearly gates only to be sent down to Hell because St. Peter gets your name wrong?
JOHNNY
Dad, I don't plan on dying anytime soon. And why can't I be Johnny? John F. Kennedy was president of the United States and people called him Jack. It is a name that can be interchangeable, why can't I change it around the other way?
PRINCIPLE
Because it drives people crazy. How am I supposed to discipline a whole school when I have my own son arguing with the homeroom teacher at roll call?
JOHNNY
All right dad. For you.
JOHNNY turns to walk out.
PRINCIBLE
Hey Johnny?
JOHNNY
Yeah dad?
PRINCIPLE
Here put this on.
The PRINIPLE pulls a long sleeve black oxford shirt from his desk drawer. JOHNNY puts on the shirt over his T-shirt without protest. He turns to walk out of the principles office.
PRINCIPLE
Hey Johnny?
JOHNNY
Yeah dad?
PRINCIPLE
Too bad we didn't name you Sue.
JOHNNY
Yeah right. Good one dad.
INT. Mid-Morning. School Hallway.
The BELL rings and kids rush from class. KEV meets up with JOHNNY.
KEV
How'd the morning meeting with your dad go?
JOHNNY
You know he means well. He just let's the small town social politics cloud his judgment sometimes. But all in all not a bad dad. And art class, you actually do any art?
KEV
How could I? She is wearing my favorite jeans. I swear she doesn't wear any panties when she wears those jeans. They are so tight and I didn't see any lines. I'm sitting five feet away with only one layer of fabric separating me from sweetest glory ever to behold.
JOHNNY
Jesus Christ get a grip.
KEV
I'm just saying if I could get my tongue between those thighs…(cutoff)
JOHNNY
Shut up, here she comes.
JEN skips up to the boys and jumps between them, she puts an arm around both their necks and swings in a playful way. KEV'S face scrunches up like he has a bad itch he can't scratch. JOHNNY pretends JEN'S physical contact doesn't bother him, even though one of JEN'S breasts brushes against his side as she swings. JEN knows a lot of boys have crushes on her; she can see it in the longing stares. But she doesn't know how much this so-called innocent playful behavior drives them madly wild, especially KEV.
EXT. Lunch. School Courtyard.
KEV, JOHNNY, JEN and a few other students are eating lunch. JOHNNY is smoking a cigarette. KEV doesn't eat. His face looks like he still has that itch.
INT. Afternoon. History Class.
MR. GALLOWAY is writing on the chalkboard. The class is full except one lone seat.
INT. Afternoon. Bathroom.
KEV is in the deserted bathroom, jacking off in the last stall.
Not to sound like your lawyer, but I don't think it's a great idea to be posting this everywhere. Paxacidus is probably ok, but I bet you're posting it on your other blog too, right?
Not that someone is going to "steal" your story...obviously this one is very much your own work. It's more the idea of having every scene, as you write it, able to receive comments from whoever reads it. That can make you guys second guess everything you do, and maybe spend so much time revising that you never finish.
I say write it, then email it to people who you want to read it, people whose opinions you trust.
I know, I know, I'm the old cynic, but I like the story so far, and was just thinking yesterday that so few movies really bother to push the envelope these days. I'm sure yours will, so keep writing it. And keep posting it if you want too. Just my opinion.
Not that someone is going to "steal" your story...obviously this one is very much your own work. It's more the idea of having every scene, as you write it, able to receive comments from whoever reads it. That can make you guys second guess everything you do, and maybe spend so much time revising that you never finish.
I say write it, then email it to people who you want to read it, people whose opinions you trust.
I know, I know, I'm the old cynic, but I like the story so far, and was just thinking yesterday that so few movies really bother to push the envelope these days. I'm sure yours will, so keep writing it. And keep posting it if you want too. Just my opinion.
i think we should keep posting it. it gives a good way for me and mc read eachothers stuff.
why isn't kev named jake?
it wasn't art class, it was architectual drafting class, however i like the are class but kev shouldn't be a good sculpter, instead he should be sculpting the very ass he is staring at, and maybe this young art teacher, i know who your talking about, embarasses him about it. what if instead of jacking off kev has a hershey squirt and while in the bathroom cleaning up his underwear a retarded kid sticks his head under the stall and asks him what he's doing. kev then kicks him in the head, okay probably not right for the movie burt that did happen to me.
why isn't kev named jake?
it wasn't art class, it was architectual drafting class, however i like the are class but kev shouldn't be a good sculpter, instead he should be sculpting the very ass he is staring at, and maybe this young art teacher, i know who your talking about, embarasses him about it. what if instead of jacking off kev has a hershey squirt and while in the bathroom cleaning up his underwear a retarded kid sticks his head under the stall and asks him what he's doing. kev then kicks him in the head, okay probably not right for the movie burt that did happen to me.
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FUCK YOU- Finding a job.
EXT. Afternoon. Ariel shot of small town.
EXT. Afternoon. Ariel shot of farmhouses.
EXT. Afternoon. Ariel shot of mansion.
EXT. Afternoon. Ariel shot moves in on mansion.
2 expensive cars and 1 expensive SUV are parked in the driveway.
INT. Afternoon. Mansion.
The house is immaculately clean. It's an environment more sterile than warm or loving.
INT. Afternoon. Bedroom.
DAVIS is sleeping in the bed. His clothes are messily strewn over his suitcase but the rest of the room is as pristinely clean as the rest of the house. There is a KNOCK on his door. DAVIS stirs from his sleep. The KNOCKING continues.
DAVIS
Yeah?
MOM
Time to get up.
MOM enters the room.
DAVIS
What time is it?
MOM
It is afternoon, like after twelve. Time to get up.
DAVIS (Sitting up in bed)
I'm still jet legged.
MOM
You've been back a week.
DAVIS
So?
MOM
The reason you are still jet legged is because you are not trying to adjust to the time difference. You stay up all night.
DAVIS
No I don't.
MOM
I've notice a significant depletion in the wine cellar. Anyway time to get up. I've made you an appointment at a temp agency in Milwaukee.
DAVIS
What?
MOM
A temporary employment agency. It's time to start working so all that expensive European education doesn't go to waste.
MOM leaves the room. DAVIS flops back in bed.
INT. Afternoon. Bathroom.
DAVIS shaves.
INT. Afternoon. Shower.
DAVIS is washing his hair and scrubbing his underarms and genitals. He takes no pleasure in cleaning himself.
INT. Afternoon. Bathroom.
DAVIS towels off.
INT. Afternoon. Parents bedroom.
Davis is trying on his father's suits. He struggles doing a knot with a tie. DAVIS straightens the tie and sits in front of the mirror.
INT. Afternoon. Kitchen.
DAVIS takes an espresso maker and finishes making coffee. DAVIS pours himself a cup of coffee. His MOM walks in.
MOM
Hamlet, the Prince of Wisconsin. Don't you clean up well.
DAVIS
Yeah.
MOM (handing over a piece of paper)
Here you go.
DAVIS (taking piece of paper)
What is this?
MOM
The instructions. You should get going. You don't want to be late.
DAVIS
What should I take?
MOM
The Dodge.
DAVIS
I don't want to drive an SUV. You know that is why we are at war in Iraq.
MOM
Really? I thought it had to do with 9/11. What do you think your sister would think if she heard that?
DAVIS
Just because she lives in New York doesn't mean she thinks this war is about 9/11.
MOM
The keys are tucked in the visor. You don't want to be late.
DAVIS
I haven't driven in over three years.
MOM
Welcome back to reality.
EXT. Afternoon. Driveway.
DAVIS walks out to the SUV. He climbs in and adjusts himself to the big vehicle. He puts the key in the ignition and starts the car.
EXT. Afternoon. Crowded Freeway.
The SUV is just one of many cars slowly moving in the three lane expressway.
INT. Afternoon. SUV
DAVIS sighs and turns on the radio. A conservative talk show is broadcast. DAVIS turns the dial until he receives a college radio station.
EXT. Afternoon. Downtown Milwaukee.
DAVIS maneuvers the SUV through the city streets. He pulls into an underground parking lot.
EXT. Afternoon. Parking garage.
DAVIS dismounts the SUV. He looks over the vast parking lot that is almost full to capacity. DAVIS walks to the elevator.
INT. Afternoon. Elevator.
DAVIS is the only one riding up the elevator. It is a lonely, melancholy, solitary ride.
INT. Afternoon. 15th floor Temp Agency.
The elevator opens to a hectic office environment. DAVIS steps from the lonely, melancholy, solitary confinement of the elevator into the fast paced workforce. Young men and women of DAVIS' age who are well groomed and dressed in suits scurry around. DAVIS follows the sign to the lobby.
INT. Afternoon. Temp Agency.
BETSY is sitting behind a desk. Many other young people are sitting on the chairs provided, filling out forms.
BETSY
Name?
DAVIS
Davis.
BETSY
Davis, Davis, Davis. Um, I don't see Davis. What is your first name?
DAVIS
Davis.
BETSY
Your name is Davis Davis?
DAVIS
No, my first name is Davis. My family name is Clark.
BETSY doesn't reply. She looks back down to her computer screen and types in a quick line of information.
BETSY
Here you go Mr. Clark.
BETSY hands DAVIS the forms. DAVIS takes a seat in the lobby along with the other applicants and slowly looks at the forms and fills them out.
INT. Late Afternoon. Temp Agency.
DAVIS hands the forms back to BETSY.
DAVIS
So?
BETSY
Take a seat Mr. Clark. You will be called shortly.
INT. Late Afternoon. Temp Agency.
DAVIS is sleeping in his chair. ERIN appears, like a nurse in a doctor's waiting room, with a clipboard, and calls his name.
ERIN
Mr. Clark. (pause) Mr.Clark?
BETSY
He is over there. The one snoring.
ERIN walks over to DAVIS. She lightly taps him on the shoulder.
ERIN
Mr. Clark?
DAVIS
What the fuck?
ERIN
Whoa, Mr. Clark it is your turn.
DAVIS shakes his head and opens his eyes.
DAVIS
Where the fuck am I?
ERIN
You are at Nelson's Workers United. You know, Nelson's 'We have workers who will work for you.'
DAVIS
Sounds like Marxist bullshit.
ERIN (taken aback)
What?
DAVIS shakes his head again and rubs his eyes. He comes back to consciousness. He looks around the lobby of the temp agency.
DAVIS
Oh sorry. I'm really jet legged.
ERIN
Jet legged, how exotic. Where were you?
DAVIS
France. Paris, France.
ERIN
Oh how wonderful. I just love Paris, France. How long were you there?
DAVIS
About five years.
ERIN (almost squeals)
Five years! In Paris, France? How fantastic.
DAVIS
Yeah, it was really cool. I woke up and thought I was still there.
ERIN
Yeah, I've heard jet leg can make you sleepy.
DAVIS
What about you?
ERIN
What about me?
DAVIS
How long you stay in the City of Light?
ERIN
Where?
DAVIS
Gay Paree.
ERIN
Oh, I've never been to Paris. I've never been out of the country but I just know I'd love it.
DAVIS
Oh.
ERIN notices that DAVIS thinks that saying she loves a place she has never been is a bit naïve. ERIN'S fiancée calls ERIN stupid about once a day.
ERIN
Please come with me Mr. Clark.
DAVIS stands up and follows ERIN down the hallway.
INT. Late Afternoon. Temp Agency testing cubicle.
ERIN and DAVIS are seated at a table facing each other. Each of them has a monitor in front of them. This space is what ERIN calls her office. There is a poster of the EFFIEL TOWER thumb tacked to the divider wall. DAVIS looks at it and winces with the memory of trying to hang himself.
ERIN
I see that on your resume you noted that you are efficient in Excel.
DAVIS (lying)
Yup.
ERIN
Okay. Open up the Excel file and create a daily planner, dividing the days up between morning, lunch and afternoons. And then apply this treatment to a month schedule and then map out a year plan. I'll be back in five minutes to track your progress. Can I get you anything?
DAVIS
You got any water?
ERIN
Sure.
ERIN leaves to retrieve the water. DAVIS clicks on the 'START' button in the left hand corner of the monitor. He looks at his document choices and finds his way to Excel. He opens the file and tries to apply the application. He looks at the different tasks he is supposed to implicate into the workday calendar. DAVIS struggles with it. He starts to sweat. DAVIS looks around and sees ERIN holding a bottle of water, talking to a senior looking manager.
DAVIS stands up and tries to make a run for it. ERIN has stopped talking to the MANAGER and is making her way back to the cubicle. DAVIS bends over and dashes right. In his hunched over mode he slowly moves through the cubicle maze. He makes his way back to the elevator. DAVIS frantically pushes the DOWN BUTTON repeatedly. The elevator opens and DAVIS jumps in. From the corner of his eye he spots ERIN coming his way.
ERIN
Mr. Clark wait, we are not done yet.
The door closes on her voice.
EXT. Afternoon. Ariel shot of farmhouses.
EXT. Afternoon. Ariel shot of mansion.
EXT. Afternoon. Ariel shot moves in on mansion.
2 expensive cars and 1 expensive SUV are parked in the driveway.
INT. Afternoon. Mansion.
The house is immaculately clean. It's an environment more sterile than warm or loving.
INT. Afternoon. Bedroom.
DAVIS is sleeping in the bed. His clothes are messily strewn over his suitcase but the rest of the room is as pristinely clean as the rest of the house. There is a KNOCK on his door. DAVIS stirs from his sleep. The KNOCKING continues.
DAVIS
Yeah?
MOM
Time to get up.
MOM enters the room.
DAVIS
What time is it?
MOM
It is afternoon, like after twelve. Time to get up.
DAVIS (Sitting up in bed)
I'm still jet legged.
MOM
You've been back a week.
DAVIS
So?
MOM
The reason you are still jet legged is because you are not trying to adjust to the time difference. You stay up all night.
DAVIS
No I don't.
MOM
I've notice a significant depletion in the wine cellar. Anyway time to get up. I've made you an appointment at a temp agency in Milwaukee.
DAVIS
What?
MOM
A temporary employment agency. It's time to start working so all that expensive European education doesn't go to waste.
MOM leaves the room. DAVIS flops back in bed.
INT. Afternoon. Bathroom.
DAVIS shaves.
INT. Afternoon. Shower.
DAVIS is washing his hair and scrubbing his underarms and genitals. He takes no pleasure in cleaning himself.
INT. Afternoon. Bathroom.
DAVIS towels off.
INT. Afternoon. Parents bedroom.
Davis is trying on his father's suits. He struggles doing a knot with a tie. DAVIS straightens the tie and sits in front of the mirror.
INT. Afternoon. Kitchen.
DAVIS takes an espresso maker and finishes making coffee. DAVIS pours himself a cup of coffee. His MOM walks in.
MOM
Hamlet, the Prince of Wisconsin. Don't you clean up well.
DAVIS
Yeah.
MOM (handing over a piece of paper)
Here you go.
DAVIS (taking piece of paper)
What is this?
MOM
The instructions. You should get going. You don't want to be late.
DAVIS
What should I take?
MOM
The Dodge.
DAVIS
I don't want to drive an SUV. You know that is why we are at war in Iraq.
MOM
Really? I thought it had to do with 9/11. What do you think your sister would think if she heard that?
DAVIS
Just because she lives in New York doesn't mean she thinks this war is about 9/11.
MOM
The keys are tucked in the visor. You don't want to be late.
DAVIS
I haven't driven in over three years.
MOM
Welcome back to reality.
EXT. Afternoon. Driveway.
DAVIS walks out to the SUV. He climbs in and adjusts himself to the big vehicle. He puts the key in the ignition and starts the car.
EXT. Afternoon. Crowded Freeway.
The SUV is just one of many cars slowly moving in the three lane expressway.
INT. Afternoon. SUV
DAVIS sighs and turns on the radio. A conservative talk show is broadcast. DAVIS turns the dial until he receives a college radio station.
EXT. Afternoon. Downtown Milwaukee.
DAVIS maneuvers the SUV through the city streets. He pulls into an underground parking lot.
EXT. Afternoon. Parking garage.
DAVIS dismounts the SUV. He looks over the vast parking lot that is almost full to capacity. DAVIS walks to the elevator.
INT. Afternoon. Elevator.
DAVIS is the only one riding up the elevator. It is a lonely, melancholy, solitary ride.
INT. Afternoon. 15th floor Temp Agency.
The elevator opens to a hectic office environment. DAVIS steps from the lonely, melancholy, solitary confinement of the elevator into the fast paced workforce. Young men and women of DAVIS' age who are well groomed and dressed in suits scurry around. DAVIS follows the sign to the lobby.
INT. Afternoon. Temp Agency.
BETSY is sitting behind a desk. Many other young people are sitting on the chairs provided, filling out forms.
BETSY
Name?
DAVIS
Davis.
BETSY
Davis, Davis, Davis. Um, I don't see Davis. What is your first name?
DAVIS
Davis.
BETSY
Your name is Davis Davis?
DAVIS
No, my first name is Davis. My family name is Clark.
BETSY doesn't reply. She looks back down to her computer screen and types in a quick line of information.
BETSY
Here you go Mr. Clark.
BETSY hands DAVIS the forms. DAVIS takes a seat in the lobby along with the other applicants and slowly looks at the forms and fills them out.
INT. Late Afternoon. Temp Agency.
DAVIS hands the forms back to BETSY.
DAVIS
So?
BETSY
Take a seat Mr. Clark. You will be called shortly.
INT. Late Afternoon. Temp Agency.
DAVIS is sleeping in his chair. ERIN appears, like a nurse in a doctor's waiting room, with a clipboard, and calls his name.
ERIN
Mr. Clark. (pause) Mr.Clark?
BETSY
He is over there. The one snoring.
ERIN walks over to DAVIS. She lightly taps him on the shoulder.
ERIN
Mr. Clark?
DAVIS
What the fuck?
ERIN
Whoa, Mr. Clark it is your turn.
DAVIS shakes his head and opens his eyes.
DAVIS
Where the fuck am I?
ERIN
You are at Nelson's Workers United. You know, Nelson's 'We have workers who will work for you.'
DAVIS
Sounds like Marxist bullshit.
ERIN (taken aback)
What?
DAVIS shakes his head again and rubs his eyes. He comes back to consciousness. He looks around the lobby of the temp agency.
DAVIS
Oh sorry. I'm really jet legged.
ERIN
Jet legged, how exotic. Where were you?
DAVIS
France. Paris, France.
ERIN
Oh how wonderful. I just love Paris, France. How long were you there?
DAVIS
About five years.
ERIN (almost squeals)
Five years! In Paris, France? How fantastic.
DAVIS
Yeah, it was really cool. I woke up and thought I was still there.
ERIN
Yeah, I've heard jet leg can make you sleepy.
DAVIS
What about you?
ERIN
What about me?
DAVIS
How long you stay in the City of Light?
ERIN
Where?
DAVIS
Gay Paree.
ERIN
Oh, I've never been to Paris. I've never been out of the country but I just know I'd love it.
DAVIS
Oh.
ERIN notices that DAVIS thinks that saying she loves a place she has never been is a bit naïve. ERIN'S fiancée calls ERIN stupid about once a day.
ERIN
Please come with me Mr. Clark.
DAVIS stands up and follows ERIN down the hallway.
INT. Late Afternoon. Temp Agency testing cubicle.
ERIN and DAVIS are seated at a table facing each other. Each of them has a monitor in front of them. This space is what ERIN calls her office. There is a poster of the EFFIEL TOWER thumb tacked to the divider wall. DAVIS looks at it and winces with the memory of trying to hang himself.
ERIN
I see that on your resume you noted that you are efficient in Excel.
DAVIS (lying)
Yup.
ERIN
Okay. Open up the Excel file and create a daily planner, dividing the days up between morning, lunch and afternoons. And then apply this treatment to a month schedule and then map out a year plan. I'll be back in five minutes to track your progress. Can I get you anything?
DAVIS
You got any water?
ERIN
Sure.
ERIN leaves to retrieve the water. DAVIS clicks on the 'START' button in the left hand corner of the monitor. He looks at his document choices and finds his way to Excel. He opens the file and tries to apply the application. He looks at the different tasks he is supposed to implicate into the workday calendar. DAVIS struggles with it. He starts to sweat. DAVIS looks around and sees ERIN holding a bottle of water, talking to a senior looking manager.
DAVIS stands up and tries to make a run for it. ERIN has stopped talking to the MANAGER and is making her way back to the cubicle. DAVIS bends over and dashes right. In his hunched over mode he slowly moves through the cubicle maze. He makes his way back to the elevator. DAVIS frantically pushes the DOWN BUTTON repeatedly. The elevator opens and DAVIS jumps in. From the corner of his eye he spots ERIN coming his way.
ERIN
Mr. Clark wait, we are not done yet.
The door closes on her voice.
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FUCK YOU- finding a job part two.
INT. Early Evening. Parking Garage. Joy Division's 'Isolation' plays for the full 3:14.
DAVIS walks to his SUV and gets in and drives away.
EXT. Late Afternoon. 'Isolation' Cont.
DAVIS is back on the freeway. He has taken off his tie and sport coat. DAVIS pulls off the freeway at the hamlet's exit. DAVIS drives to a strip mall and parks. He walks into the huge supermarket, Piggly Wiggly, and is overwhelmed by the selection. He heads straight for the liquor section. He picks up a bottle of Jack Daniel's and puts it back on the self. He picks up a six-pack of Wisconsin beer. He waits and line and pays for the beer.
INT. Early Evening. SUV 'Isolation' Cont.
DAVIS sits in the parking lot with his beer. As the fake end of 'Isolation' becomes silent DAVIS pulls back the tab of the beer. As the music comes back up for the real ending DAVIS' eye catches a 'HELP WANTED' ad in the window of a sandwich shop.
EXT. Early Evening. Parking Lot.
Davis walks into the sandwich shop.
DAVIS walks to his SUV and gets in and drives away.
EXT. Late Afternoon. 'Isolation' Cont.
DAVIS is back on the freeway. He has taken off his tie and sport coat. DAVIS pulls off the freeway at the hamlet's exit. DAVIS drives to a strip mall and parks. He walks into the huge supermarket, Piggly Wiggly, and is overwhelmed by the selection. He heads straight for the liquor section. He picks up a bottle of Jack Daniel's and puts it back on the self. He picks up a six-pack of Wisconsin beer. He waits and line and pays for the beer.
INT. Early Evening. SUV 'Isolation' Cont.
DAVIS sits in the parking lot with his beer. As the fake end of 'Isolation' becomes silent DAVIS pulls back the tab of the beer. As the music comes back up for the real ending DAVIS' eye catches a 'HELP WANTED' ad in the window of a sandwich shop.
EXT. Early Evening. Parking Lot.
Davis walks into the sandwich shop.
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Fuck spelling
I've written 30/90 pages in 2 days. You do the math. I'm gonna try to bang this thing out in 10 days and than delete it all from the boards. I would have done more yesterday but there were two hockey games on.
And I'm not teasing. Where did I fuck up?
And I'm not teasing. Where did I fuck up?
it's not much of a fuck up, but principle is an idea and principal is a person; it's throughout the school scene which is labeled: "FUCK YOU- Let's meet the kids"
example:
PRINCIPLE
Jack how many times…
JOHNNY
Call me Johnny.
PRINCIPLE
Son, Jack is the name your mother gave you, it is the name you were christened with, and it is the name the good Lord knows you by. Do you want to go up to the pearly gates only to be sent down to Hell because St. Peter gets your name wrong?
JOHNNY
Dad, I don't plan on dying anytime soon. And why can't I be Johnny? John F. Kennedy was president of the United States and people called him Jack. It is a name that can be interchangeable, why can't I change it around the other way?
PRINCIPLE
Because it drives people crazy. How am I supposed to discipline a whole school when I have my own son arguing with the homeroom teacher at roll call?
(i think it's really very good so far, and i do like reading at scribbles better because all of the above breaks/comments are not there and i can just read it straight through. there are lots of things that i do like, lots, and that's a butt load of writing in a short amount of time, do you want me to look for other little things and put them here or is it better for you to just write it through without distraction?)
example:
PRINCIPLE
Jack how many times…
JOHNNY
Call me Johnny.
PRINCIPLE
Son, Jack is the name your mother gave you, it is the name you were christened with, and it is the name the good Lord knows you by. Do you want to go up to the pearly gates only to be sent down to Hell because St. Peter gets your name wrong?
JOHNNY
Dad, I don't plan on dying anytime soon. And why can't I be Johnny? John F. Kennedy was president of the United States and people called him Jack. It is a name that can be interchangeable, why can't I change it around the other way?
PRINCIPLE
Because it drives people crazy. How am I supposed to discipline a whole school when I have my own son arguing with the homeroom teacher at roll call?
(i think it's really very good so far, and i do like reading at scribbles better because all of the above breaks/comments are not there and i can just read it straight through. there are lots of things that i do like, lots, and that's a butt load of writing in a short amount of time, do you want me to look for other little things and put them here or is it better for you to just write it through without distraction?)
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FUCK YOU- Friday Night
(((Thanks Sarah- I'll make the changes.)))
EXT. Friday Night. Suburb.
A house is full of young people. Through the window high school kids are doing beer bongs, and making out. Music is loud.
EXT. Friday Night. Suburb Street.
A car slowly passes by the party house like it is on patrol.
INT. Friday Night. Car.
Four buff dudes, three in Senior Football Letterman Jackets, are in the car. They guy without the Letterman Jacket is also on the team. In fact he is the star quarterback. Or he would be the star quarterback if the team didn't suck. The high school soccer team have won the State champions the last three years in a row. This causes friction at school because the ATHLETIC DIRECTOR is the football coach. The soccer players are the ones throwing the party. Last season their best player got kicked off the team for underage drinking. It is rumored that the local cops, the AL and the football players set up the soccer player.
The reason the quarterback doesn't have his jacket is because he gave it to his girlfriend HILARY to wear.
LB 1 (note: LB stands for Linebacker)
I know they are in there.
LB 2
They said they were going to the movies.
LB 1
That is what they say every weekend. How many fucking movies can they see?
LB 2
I don't know. Girls like movies.
LB 1
I know they are in there.
QB (note: QB stands for Quarterback)
Circle around one more time.
LB 1
We should call the cops.
LB 2
You mean your older brother?
LB 1
Yeah, Craig would love to bust this party. He could get his quota for the month in one sweep.
LB 2
Why don't we just go to the party? What do you think Terrence?
RB (note: RB stands for Running Back)
Terrence is the only black kid in school)
Squealing to the country bumpkin 5-0 like a bitch?
LB 1
That's my brother you nig…black fucker.
RB
What'd you say?
QB (to LB 1)
Shut your fucking mouth. Let him out if he wants out.
EXT. Friday Night. Suburb Street.
The car stops. RB gets out.
RB (to LB 2)
You commin?
There is no response. RB shakes his head and starts walking home. The car slowly makes another pass of the house.
INT. Friday Night. Car.
LB 1
Why do you let that nigger drive around with us?
QB
He is the only one on the team with talent.
LB 2
Terrence is cool, man. It can't be easy being the only black kid in school.
LB 1
Why don't you go home and watch Dave Chappelle?
LB 2
You like Dave Chappelle.
LB 1
Shut the fuck up.
INT. Friday Night. Party House.
Beer bottle and wine bottles are everywhere. Young soccer players and hangin' around the turntables set up. They are playing the latest cool Hp Hop and trendy Brit pop. Some kids are smoking a bong. At a table three boys with long hair (one wearing a Devendra Banhart T-shirt) is dividing up psychedelic mushrooms. Three girls, one wearing a Letterman Jacket are standing in the corner drinking beer. JEN is dancing to the music with a few other people. KEV has his eyes glued to her every movement.
JOHNNY walks up to the soccer boys.
JOHNNY
Play some Johnny Cash.
SB 1 (note: SB stands for soccer boy)
Fuck off with that country shit.
JOHNNY
It's not country. It is rock-n-roll.
SB 1 (good naturally, but not willing to change genres)
Whatever.
JOHNNY shrugs his shoulders. He walks over to the three girls.
HILARY (wearing the Letterman Jacket)
Hi Johnny.
JOHNNY
Where's the goon squad?
DIANE
They think we are at the movies.
KIM
They are boring. Every weekend they just drive around.
JOHNNY
Oh yeah?
HILARY (flirting)
Yeah.
HILARY'S dad is a big Johnny Cash fan. She grew up listening to his music. Somewhere deep in her mind where Freud plays funny games that has manifested itself into a glowing crush for JOHNNY. DIANE and KIM walk off leaving JOHNNY and HILARY alone.
JOHNNY
Nice jacket.
HILARY
Nice T-shirt.
JOHNNY is wearing his black Johnny Cash T-shirt, where Cash is giving the fuck finger at Fulsome Prison.
JOHNNY
You wanna trade?
HILARY
Trade?
JOHNNY
Yeah, you take off that jacket and nice blouse and I'll put my Johnny Cash shirt on you.
HILARY (with a smile)
Seriously?
JOHNNY
Yeah.
HILARY
Okay, but not here. Let's go upstairs.
Upstairs is where all the boys want to get the girls. The basement is for all the kids too stoned to move off the couches. Upstairs is where the kids go to get the moves on. JOHNNY moves in and puts his arm around HILARY and takes her upstairs.
EXT. Friday Night. Front Lawn.
The three football players are sprawled out on the grass. Through the window the QB sees HILARY being lead upstairs by JOHNNY. The QB isn't too bright but he isn't dumb enough to not know what happens upstairs at these soccer parties.
LB 1
I knew those bitches didn't go to the fucking movies.
QB
Fuck.
INT. Friday Night. Mansion
DAVIS is watching TV. A 1/2 bottle of wine and a full glass sit next to him.
EXT. Friday Night. Suburb.
A house is full of young people. Through the window high school kids are doing beer bongs, and making out. Music is loud.
EXT. Friday Night. Suburb Street.
A car slowly passes by the party house like it is on patrol.
INT. Friday Night. Car.
Four buff dudes, three in Senior Football Letterman Jackets, are in the car. They guy without the Letterman Jacket is also on the team. In fact he is the star quarterback. Or he would be the star quarterback if the team didn't suck. The high school soccer team have won the State champions the last three years in a row. This causes friction at school because the ATHLETIC DIRECTOR is the football coach. The soccer players are the ones throwing the party. Last season their best player got kicked off the team for underage drinking. It is rumored that the local cops, the AL and the football players set up the soccer player.
The reason the quarterback doesn't have his jacket is because he gave it to his girlfriend HILARY to wear.
LB 1 (note: LB stands for Linebacker)
I know they are in there.
LB 2
They said they were going to the movies.
LB 1
That is what they say every weekend. How many fucking movies can they see?
LB 2
I don't know. Girls like movies.
LB 1
I know they are in there.
QB (note: QB stands for Quarterback)
Circle around one more time.
LB 1
We should call the cops.
LB 2
You mean your older brother?
LB 1
Yeah, Craig would love to bust this party. He could get his quota for the month in one sweep.
LB 2
Why don't we just go to the party? What do you think Terrence?
RB (note: RB stands for Running Back)
Terrence is the only black kid in school)
Squealing to the country bumpkin 5-0 like a bitch?
LB 1
That's my brother you nig…black fucker.
RB
What'd you say?
QB (to LB 1)
Shut your fucking mouth. Let him out if he wants out.
EXT. Friday Night. Suburb Street.
The car stops. RB gets out.
RB (to LB 2)
You commin?
There is no response. RB shakes his head and starts walking home. The car slowly makes another pass of the house.
INT. Friday Night. Car.
LB 1
Why do you let that nigger drive around with us?
QB
He is the only one on the team with talent.
LB 2
Terrence is cool, man. It can't be easy being the only black kid in school.
LB 1
Why don't you go home and watch Dave Chappelle?
LB 2
You like Dave Chappelle.
LB 1
Shut the fuck up.
INT. Friday Night. Party House.
Beer bottle and wine bottles are everywhere. Young soccer players and hangin' around the turntables set up. They are playing the latest cool Hp Hop and trendy Brit pop. Some kids are smoking a bong. At a table three boys with long hair (one wearing a Devendra Banhart T-shirt) is dividing up psychedelic mushrooms. Three girls, one wearing a Letterman Jacket are standing in the corner drinking beer. JEN is dancing to the music with a few other people. KEV has his eyes glued to her every movement.
JOHNNY walks up to the soccer boys.
JOHNNY
Play some Johnny Cash.
SB 1 (note: SB stands for soccer boy)
Fuck off with that country shit.
JOHNNY
It's not country. It is rock-n-roll.
SB 1 (good naturally, but not willing to change genres)
Whatever.
JOHNNY shrugs his shoulders. He walks over to the three girls.
HILARY (wearing the Letterman Jacket)
Hi Johnny.
JOHNNY
Where's the goon squad?
DIANE
They think we are at the movies.
KIM
They are boring. Every weekend they just drive around.
JOHNNY
Oh yeah?
HILARY (flirting)
Yeah.
HILARY'S dad is a big Johnny Cash fan. She grew up listening to his music. Somewhere deep in her mind where Freud plays funny games that has manifested itself into a glowing crush for JOHNNY. DIANE and KIM walk off leaving JOHNNY and HILARY alone.
JOHNNY
Nice jacket.
HILARY
Nice T-shirt.
JOHNNY is wearing his black Johnny Cash T-shirt, where Cash is giving the fuck finger at Fulsome Prison.
JOHNNY
You wanna trade?
HILARY
Trade?
JOHNNY
Yeah, you take off that jacket and nice blouse and I'll put my Johnny Cash shirt on you.
HILARY (with a smile)
Seriously?
JOHNNY
Yeah.
HILARY
Okay, but not here. Let's go upstairs.
Upstairs is where all the boys want to get the girls. The basement is for all the kids too stoned to move off the couches. Upstairs is where the kids go to get the moves on. JOHNNY moves in and puts his arm around HILARY and takes her upstairs.
EXT. Friday Night. Front Lawn.
The three football players are sprawled out on the grass. Through the window the QB sees HILARY being lead upstairs by JOHNNY. The QB isn't too bright but he isn't dumb enough to not know what happens upstairs at these soccer parties.
LB 1
I knew those bitches didn't go to the fucking movies.
QB
Fuck.
INT. Friday Night. Mansion
DAVIS is watching TV. A 1/2 bottle of wine and a full glass sit next to him.
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FUCK YOU -Busted
EXT. Friday Night. High School Football Field
The footballs guys car is sitting in the parking lot by the field.
INT. Friday Night. Car.
LB 1 (into his cell phone)
Craig, it's me. We found the weekend party. Listen, just don't bust the girls. (pause) Okay, a hundred? Each? Cool.
LB 1 hangs up the phone. He is excited to be $100 richer. QB looks pissed. LB 2 Looks nervous.
INT. Friday Night. Party House.
JEN dances up to KEV.
JEN
How come you are not dancing?
KEV
I don't know.
JEN
Here take this.
KEV holds out his hand and JEN puts an ecstasy pill in his hand. KEV swallows it. JEN takes a pill and swallows it. They smile at each other.
INT. Friday Night. Upstairs in bedroom.
HILARY has taken off the Letterman jacket and her blouse, including her bra, but she has not replaced it with JOHNNY'S T-shirt. They are both topless, but still wearing their jeans. They kiss and dry hump each other.
HILARY'S hand rubs JOHNNY'S erection over the jeans. HILARY'S hand works up to JOHNNY'S big shiny silver belt buckle. JOHNNY groans with delightful anticipation.
INT. Friday Night. Hallway.
SCREAMS and YELLS come from down stairs.
SB 1 Fuck the cops. Everyone get out. The fucking cops are here.
INT. Friday Night. Bedroom.
JOHNNY and HILARY fumble to get dressed. HILARY puts on JOHNNY'S T-shirt without her bra. JOHNNY covers himself with the Letter Jacket. They jump off the bed and run downstairs.
INT. Friday Night. Main Room. Party House.
5 cops are trying to grab as many kids as they can. 1 cop reaches for JEN and gets a hold of her hair. KEV takes his forearm and bites it. The cop lets go. KEV takes JEN by the arm and leads her out the back door. They run into the night.
INT. Friday Night. Stairwell.
2 cops are running up the stairs. JOHNNY runs at them and flies into the air feet first. He catches both cops with the hard flat bottom of his cowboy boots. The cops fall down the steps stunned. JOHNNY falls down the stairs and bounces back up.
JOHNNY
Come on. Run.
HILARY runs down the steps and out the front door with JOHNNY. They run into the night.
INT. Friday Night. Mansion.
DAVIS is still watching TV. (David Chappelle on DVD) One empty bottle and a newly opened bottle and a full glass of wine sits next to him.
The footballs guys car is sitting in the parking lot by the field.
INT. Friday Night. Car.
LB 1 (into his cell phone)
Craig, it's me. We found the weekend party. Listen, just don't bust the girls. (pause) Okay, a hundred? Each? Cool.
LB 1 hangs up the phone. He is excited to be $100 richer. QB looks pissed. LB 2 Looks nervous.
INT. Friday Night. Party House.
JEN dances up to KEV.
JEN
How come you are not dancing?
KEV
I don't know.
JEN
Here take this.
KEV holds out his hand and JEN puts an ecstasy pill in his hand. KEV swallows it. JEN takes a pill and swallows it. They smile at each other.
INT. Friday Night. Upstairs in bedroom.
HILARY has taken off the Letterman jacket and her blouse, including her bra, but she has not replaced it with JOHNNY'S T-shirt. They are both topless, but still wearing their jeans. They kiss and dry hump each other.
HILARY'S hand rubs JOHNNY'S erection over the jeans. HILARY'S hand works up to JOHNNY'S big shiny silver belt buckle. JOHNNY groans with delightful anticipation.
INT. Friday Night. Hallway.
SCREAMS and YELLS come from down stairs.
SB 1 Fuck the cops. Everyone get out. The fucking cops are here.
INT. Friday Night. Bedroom.
JOHNNY and HILARY fumble to get dressed. HILARY puts on JOHNNY'S T-shirt without her bra. JOHNNY covers himself with the Letter Jacket. They jump off the bed and run downstairs.
INT. Friday Night. Main Room. Party House.
5 cops are trying to grab as many kids as they can. 1 cop reaches for JEN and gets a hold of her hair. KEV takes his forearm and bites it. The cop lets go. KEV takes JEN by the arm and leads her out the back door. They run into the night.
INT. Friday Night. Stairwell.
2 cops are running up the stairs. JOHNNY runs at them and flies into the air feet first. He catches both cops with the hard flat bottom of his cowboy boots. The cops fall down the steps stunned. JOHNNY falls down the stairs and bounces back up.
JOHNNY
Come on. Run.
HILARY runs down the steps and out the front door with JOHNNY. They run into the night.
INT. Friday Night. Mansion.
DAVIS is still watching TV. (David Chappelle on DVD) One empty bottle and a newly opened bottle and a full glass of wine sits next to him.
i don't know anything about writing screen plays, but i don't understand how some of these things get established.
and i'm interested to see how the two storylines will come together.
and i'm enjoying reading it. as always, it's interesting and it's free, and it's not television.
so good for (((you)))
and i'm interested to see how the two storylines will come together.
and i'm enjoying reading it. as always, it's interesting and it's free, and it's not television.
so good for (((you)))