These are excerpts from a few scripts I have developed.


Wayne & Clint

Int. School - Hallway - Day

Shot of a locker closing, it's Clint. He's wearing shades and leaning against his locker. He's wasted. Wayne sees him, and walks up to him.

WAYNE

Yo man, you alright?

Clint can barely stand, he turns around and slides down against the locker and sits on the floor.

WAYNE

Get up bud, we're gonna be late for class.

CLINT

I don't care man, just leave me. I feel like crap.

WAYNE

What happened to you?

CLINT

Stayed up too late I guess.

Clint doses off, Wayne doesn't notice.

WAYNE

I've seen lack of sleep, and that ain't it. Did a big guy take you into an alley and screw you too hard?

Wayne laughs at his own joke, he notices that Clint doesn't respond.

WAYNE

Clint ... Clint!

Clint wakes up.

CLINT

What were you saying?

WAYNE

I said ... Nevermind. Hey, I'll see you later. I gotta go to class.

WAYNE exits. Clint is left on the floor, he takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes.

CLINT

Ugh, I feel like shit.

Timelapse of Clint falling back asleep in the hall way.

Fade out.


Cray 4

Co-Written with Dylan Cordivari

The camera stands still, a band member is out of the shot. The cameraman asks the band member to step into frame to interview him. Outside in the cold, Dylan gets into frame and introduces himself.

DYLAN

Hi, uhm, I'm Dylan and I am the Lead Vocals and Guitar for the band Cray-4 and I have been in the band since its start three years ago. I was 15 when the band hit it big and it wasn't hard to end up corrupted ha ha.

The camera cuts to a wide shot, another member comes up the street. It's Roscoe Collins.

ROSCOE

I'm on keyboard. It's a tough job. Keys. Boards. You need to stay active! Ha ha. You can't have one without the other.

Cuts to a latter part of the interview.

ROSCOE

What have I been doing since the band broke up? Uh ... I've been in between women ... I mean jobs! Jobs! I've been in between jobs.


Michael & Port

Int. School library - Day

Michael and Port, two friends are spending their Wednesday afternoon surfing the web. Port and Michael are on Amazon, and end up on a page that has the "Knuckle Blaster Stun Gun" for sale. Port's eyes widen as he stares at his computer.

PORT

(Surprised)

Dude, do you see this?

Michael looks at the screen with the same amazement as Port.

MICHAEL

(Nods)

Uh-huh.

Cut to an OTS shot of both of them with the computer in the middle. Port starts to read off the page.

PORT

Are you reading this?

"The ZAP Blast Knuckles is the best choice for active protection while on the move like walking or jogging alone. The ZAP Blast Knuckles will not slip or fall out of your hand due to its contoured rubberized handle making it ideal to firmly stay in your grasp in the event of an attack."

MICHAEL

We so need this! How much is it?

PORT

It's $33 ...

Both of them turn to look at each other and groan.

Int. Lunch Room - Day

Port and Michael are getting lunch in the cafeteria. They don't seem so focused on their food, but look rather pensive while they wait in line.

MICHAEL

Hey, Port. I want that Knuckle Blaster.

PORT

Me too, but how are we going to get the money for such luxuries?

MICHAEL

Hmm ...

They both have their food, Michael begins to think of a plan as he walks towards a table. Port follows him. They walk past a small flyer, and go out of frame, then dash their way back towards it.

MICHAEL

Look Port, money!

PORT

What is it?!

Michael reads the flyer.

MICHAEL

This is how we're gonna make the money, Port.

PORT

Oh Michael, I can almost feel the knuckles on my hand.

MICHAEL

And all we have to do is win a ping pong tournament ...

Michael looks at port with a devlish smile, Port looks uncomfortable and gives a worried laughter.


Cray 4: The band writes a song

Int. Cafe - Day

ROSCOE and DYLAN are looking at a computer screen. Every few seconds, ROSCOE stops and writes numbers down vertically on a sheet of paper beside him.

ROSCOE

Okay, and the last number is .05.

ROSCOE writes the number on the sheet of paper and adds them up.

ROSCOE

Carry the 1, subtract 4, divide by 7 ...

ROSCOE circles the result on the paper.

ROSCOE

Well, those are this month's profits.

DYLAN

Good, how much did we make?

ROSCOE

$10.

DYLAN

(Cheerfully)

That's music to my ears.

ROSCOE looks at the paper curiously.

ROSCOE

Hey man, I was wondering ...

DYLAN

What is it?

ROSCOE

I think we need to find a better way to fund our band other than having each of us pay $2.50 a month for a "membership fee".

DYLAN

You think I don't know that? What the problem isn't actually the money, you see.

ROSCOE looks at DYLAN with wonder.

ROSCOE

(Surprised)

It ... isn't?

DYLAN

No, the problem is ... our music.

ROSCOE

What could possibly be so bad about our music?

DYLAN

(Concerned)

Roscoe. We're a band that only covers songs. We never write our own shit.

ROSCOE

Really? I swear you wrote that one song.

Flashback to a ROSCOE singing a song in a foreign language.

DYLAN

I didn't even write that Roscoe. You did, and it was Karaoke night. Which is also (in a way) similar to covering a song.

ROSCOE

Then, maybe we should write our own songs.

DYLAN

Do you have any idea how hard it is to write a song?

ROSCOE thinks for an answers.

ROSCOE

No.

DYLAN

Me neither, let's do this.


 

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