Copyright 2001 by Bob Ray
HILLBILLY DOOMSDAY
Based on a true story.
INT. ZEKE & LESTER'S HOUSE NIGHT
CU: THE FILAMENT BURNING IN THE OVERHEAD LIGHT
The filament of a light bulb burns white hot. We hear the
muted bang of a dart gun being fired in the distance followed
by a piercing clank of glass withstanding metal. The bulb
jerks and vibrates with the clank and the filament continues
to burn. The sound of a New Years Eve broadcast can almost
be heard; as if our ears were trapped inside the bulb.
LESTER (O.S.)
(muted)
Check this out.
The sliding of metal can be heard as a someone cocks the
gun. BANG! The gun is fired again and the bulb explodes in
a shower of glass. A wave of sound floods in:
TV (O.S.)
We're only minutes away from the
turn of the millennium...
LESTER (26) sits sunken in his couch, his dart gun aimed at
the bulb.
LESTER
Dead eye.
ZEKE (27) floats in the cushions of the sofa perpendicular
to Lester's, his pistol hanging from his hand. The walls of
their dilapidated house are dotted with tool posters featuring
half naked women, power saws, and Loni Anderson. There are
a dozen empty quart-sized beer bottles wrapped in ghetto
koozies littered about the room. Zeke lazily drops his gun
and it thuds into the wooden floor.
ZEKE
Luck.
The remnants of Christmas are obvious. Zeke and Lester both
sport brand new robes and slippers, there's a half-empty
case of 40's still partially camouflaged in wrapping paper
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resting in the corner and carton of smokes with a bow on it
lying on the coffee table.
LESTER
My ass it was.
Zeke's pulls the candy cane that he had sucked into the shape
of a candy cane death spear from his mouth and takes a pull
off his beer. Zeke plops the cane back into his mouth and
sinks back into the couch. He slings his arm over his head
and his fingers find the brownish keys of the old archaic
piano that had died directly behind his couch.
ZEKE
What about a shitball way to spend
new years eve.
He punctuates himself with the bang of the annoyingly out of
tune notes. Lester casually snaps opens the empty dart
chamber to his gun and fills it. He releases the slide on
the gun and pushes it forward again. Zeke continues to fondle
and pluck the keys of the old piano, releasing soured notes.
LESTER
You ain't lyin.
Lester, smiling like a possum eating shit, starts to giggle
as he aims his weapon at Zeke. Zeke looks up from the TV to
see Lester pointing the gun at him. He stops poking the
piano keys.
ZEKE
You better not.
Lester looks at Zeke, then at the gun, and back to Zeke who
takes a slug from his 40, confident that Lester won't shoot.
Zeke's confidence wavers as his finger nervously fondle the
piano key. Slowly, Zeke presses the key down. The piano
mallet floats down toward the string and pops it with a
springy bang.
BANG! Lester's finger flinches and fires his gun. The dart
tears through the air and stabs into Zeke's neck. Zeke
convulses in a pain induced spasm. Kicking and yelping and
gyrating. Lester busts into laughter as Zeke's beer falls
to the floor and rolls across the room, leaving a foamy wake.
ZEKE (CONT'D)
(continuing)
Oh, you fuckin fuck! You're a god
damn dead man.
Zeke snatches his dart gun from the floor. Lester's laughter
turns to fear and he hurriedly cocks his weapon and pops
open the chamber. Zeke releases and cocks with lightning
fast speed and he grabs for his darts.
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Lester jams the dart into the chamber and slaps it shut.
Zeke, stuffing the dart into it's chamber, looks up and
freezes like a stupid deer, he sees that he's been beaten.
As Lester draws down, Zeke pulls the candy-cane-death-spear
from his mouth and stabs it into the back of Lester's hand.
Lester screams in pain and his gun crashes to the floor and
slides under the sofa. Zeke drops the candy cane and snaps
shut the dart chamber as Lester leans for his gun, grabbing
for it with his good hand. Zeke jumps to his feet and shoots
the helpless Lester square in the top of the head.
LESTER
You cock suckin fuck!
Lester kicks at Zeke as he clumsily gathers up all his darts
and turns to run. Lester grabs a hold of Zeke's brand new
slipper and yanks Zeke from his feet sending him and his
darts sailing through the air and crashing to the floor.
ZEKE
Aaaagh!
Zeke scrambles to collect his ammo. Lester grabs a dirty
ashtray from the table and hurls it at Zeke.
LESTER
You fuckin jerk!
An explosion of ash and cigarette butts ricochets from Zeke's
back as he crawls to shelter.
ZEKE
Oww. Asshole!
Zeke rolls and squirms his way to the bedroom with his gun
and a handful of darts in tow. Lester swipes his gun off of
the ground and as just as Zeke is rounding the corner, BANG!
Zeke catches a dart in an exposed leg.
ZEKE (CONT'D)
Aaaghh!
Zeke skids and crashes around the corner, again spilling his
ammo. Lester snatches his can of ammo from the table and
cocks his gun. Zeke scrounges around the dark bedroom, he
finds a dart and hastily slides it into the chamber.
Lester, fully loaded, sneaks stealthily toward the bedroom
door. As he rounds the corner, he raises his gun to the
back of Zeke's unsuspecting head. Lester accidentally kicks
a dart and it rolls in front of Zeke. Zeke slowly turns his
head and looks over his shoulder to find Lester's gun hovering
above his brow.
LESTER
Execution style.
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BANG! A dart jabs into Zeke's forehead and he recoils back
in pain.
ZEKE
Aww! You evil fuckin bastard!
As Zeke rolls onto his back, he pulls the dart from his
forehead, snaps shut the chamber to his gun, and points it
at Lester. Lester, in a superb defensive maneuver, spins
out of his robe and throws it onto Zeke like a terry cloth
casting net. The robe spins in the air as Zeke fires. The
robe ensnares the dart from the air and the tip pierces the
spinning robe. The robe drapes down upon Zeke's head and
Lester pushes the blinded Zeke over and he slides across the
floor.
Zeke angrily throws off the robe only to find Lester gone.
He plucks the dart from the robe and re-loads it into his
gun. Zeke sneaks over to the doorway and slips up to the
edge to takes a peak around the corner. Lester, standing
flattened against the other side of the wall, slides his gun
into the loaded position. As Zeke's face creeps around the
corner to take a peek, BANG! Lester shoots Zeke in the side
of the face.
ZEKE (CONT'D)
(continuing)
GOD DAMN IT!!! Mother fucker!
Zeke jumps up into the air and spins, flailing his arms in
pain. Lester can't help but laugh.
LESTER
(excited)
Oh shit! I fucked you up, man.
Zeke wipes the dart from his face and regains his composure.
Lester tries to make his escape but his brand new slippers
slide on the hardwood floor; BANG! A dart digs into the
small of Lester's naked back, sending him wailing and crashing
across the room.
LESTER (CONT'D)
Awww, shit that fuckin stings.
Lester falls to the ground, his face sliding across the shards
of broken light bulb.
LESTER (CONT'D)
Son of a bitch!
He crashes into the furniture.
LESTER (CONT'D)
(whining)
I think you hit my spinal column, ya
asshole.
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TV (O.S.)
Ten...
CUT TO:
EXT. ZEKE & LESTER'S HOUSE NIGHT
A shot of the house from outside, we hear the boys making
all kinds of noise, shooting at one another and such.
INT. ZEKE & LESTER'S HOUSE NIGHT
TV (O.S.)
Nine...
Lester rolls from one side of the doorjamb to the other like
a retarded ninja, firing his gun mid-roll.
ZEKE (O.S.)
Take that motherfucker.
BANG! The dart sails through the air. THUD! It crashes
into the coffee table Lester had turned on its side for
protection and is lost in a forest of darts.
Lester, covered in swollen pink dart wounds, pops up from
behind the table and returns fire.
LESTER
Fuck you!
ZEKE (O.S.)
Aaaaawwww!!!
TV (O.S.)
Eight...
Lester ducks back behind the table and searches the ground
for a dart. Finding none, he reaches around to pull a dart
out of the front of the coffee table.
Zeke's eye gleams in the light as he hides in the shadows.
He lifts his gun and takes aim.
BANG!
LESTER
Shit!
Lester's hand flinches as the dart stabs into it. The spasm
charges through his body.
TV (O.S.)
(continuing)
Seven...
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Lester grabs his hand in pain and plucks the dart out. He
cocks his gun and loads the dart in.
LESTER
You're bout ta start the new year
lackin a left eye.
Lester pushes the slide of his gun forward.
TV (O.S.)
Six...
ZEKE
The fuck I will.
Zeke pops out from behind the door wearing sunglasses and
takes aim at Lester. Lester fires and hits Zeke in the left
eye of the sunglasses.
ZEKE (CONT'D)
(continuing)
Oh, shit.
Zeke freaks and fires into the air, hitting the dust covered
ceiling fan blade.
TV (O.S.)
Five...
Zeke scrambles back to the protection of the doorway. He
tears the glasses from his face and pokes the broken lens
out.
TV (O.S.) (CONT'D)
(continuing)
Four...
Zeke puts the one lensed glasses back on and searches for a
dart. Lester snatches a dart from the table and re-loads
his gun.
TV (O.S.) (CONT'D)
Three...
Zeke stretches to grab a pack of firecrackers that lie in
the corner. His bare and exposed foot creeps around the
doorway as he reaches for the tiny bombs. Lester takes aim
as Zeke grabs the firecrackers. BANG! Lester fires and
nails Zeke in the naked arch.
ZEKE
Awww! Shit! That's fuckin low!
Zeke freaks out and pulls the dart out of his foot.
ZEKE (CONT'D)
Son ova bitch.
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Zeke spies a chrome Zippo on the other side of the door and
scrambles to it.
TV (O.S.)
(continuing)
Two...
Zeke strikes the lighter and puts it to the main fuse as
Lester releases the slide on his gun. Zeke slides the pack
of firecrackers across the floor, the fuse sparkling with
flame.
TV (O.S.) (CONT'D)
(continuing)
One...
The pack slides to a stop right behind Lester who, unaware
of the firecrackers, pushes the slide of his gun forward and
aims for Zeke.
TV (O.S.) (CONT'D)
Happy New--
CUT TO:
EXT. ZEKE & LESTER'S HOUSE NIGHT
Blackness; the TV and all the power goes out.
LESTER
You think that'll stop me?
INT. ZEKE & LESTER'S HOUSE NIGHT
ECU, FUSE
LESTER
Shit can't stop me....
POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! The firecrackers thunder in
rapid succession.
LESTER (CONT'D)
Awww! Holy shit! You sneaky
motherfucker!
Zeke busts up laughing in the darkness.
ZEKE (O.S.)
Yeah! Motherfucker, scud missile
attack, motherfucker!
The firecrackers finally stop exploding.
LESTER (O.S.)
Now that shit ain't funny. You can
cause ear damage & shit.
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8.
ZEKE
Fuck you. You started it, man.
LESTER
Turn the fuckin lights back--
One last firecracker pops.
LESTER (CONT'D)
Jesus! For crying out Christ!
(slow and through his
teeth)
Just turn the fuckin lights back on
so I can shoot you in the fuckin
face again you sneaky rat fuckin
fucker.
ZEKE
Hell, you probly shot a wire or
somethin, ya no shootin bastard.
LESTER
Dude. Come on, man. War's over.
I'm done fucking around. I can't
barely hear any more cuz of you're
firebombs. Now turn on the fuckin
lights.
ZEKE
I'm not fucking around either. I
didn't turn the damn lights off.
(pause)
Hold on, I got some light over here.
We hear Zeke walk across the room and strike up his Zippo,
the flame illuminates his face.
LESTER
Take that you asshole!
BANG. A dart jabs into Zeke's upper lip and his lighter
crashes to the floor.
ZEKE
You fuck face! That ain't fuckin
fair.
He hear Zeke punch Lester.
LESTER
And them fireworks were?
The lighter burns on the floor.
LESTER (CONT'D)
No, for real, turn the lights back
on, the shit ain't funny no more.
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9.
Zeke picks up his still burning lighter.
ZEKE
Listen dipshit, I didn't... You don't
think it might be that Y2K or
sumpthin?
LESTER
Are you fuckin serious, man?
ZEKE
I ain't fuckin around. I didn't do
it.
LESTER
I heard about that shit. The Y2K.
ZEKE
I didn't turn nuthin off, man.
LESTER
That's whack fuck, that's fuckin
whack fuck, man.
ZEKE
And didn't you hear the TV lady?
She said, "Happy New--" and nothing.
LESTER
(starting to panic)
You're fuckin with me man.
ZEKE
How the fuck could I turn off the
lights and TV at the same time, man.
Think about it.
LESTER
(totally panicked)
Oh my fucking god...
Zeke convinces himself.
ZEKE
It must be, man. It's fuckin gotta
be, man.
LESTER
Fuckin Y2K!!
ZEKE
Oh, man. We're fucked.
LESTER
It's the god fuckin damn apac-o-lips!!
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ZEKE
(scared)
Shit Lester, there's fucking crazies
out there. We're fuckin dead, man!
LESTER
It's the god damn apac-o-lips!! Are
you fuckin crazy!? We're fuckin
fucked, man. Fuckin fucked!!
ZEKE
Shit, Zeke calm down, man. Yer
freakin me out, man.
LESTER
Don't you fuckin get it?! We're
fucked, man. We're fuckin fucked.
ZEKE
Listen, man, we gotta keep our heads,
man.... We gotta formulate some sorta
plan here. Freaking out ain't gunna
help us none.
LESTER
Yeah, yeah.
ZEKE
I think I got an ides. Hold this.
Zeke hands Lester the lighter. The flame reveals Lester's
panic.
LESTER
(mumbling)
I can't fuckin believe it's mother
fuckin doomsday, man that's fuckin
lame.
BANG! A dart stabs into Lester's face.
LESTER (CONT'D)
You ASSHOLE!
Zeke laughs out loud as Lester drops the lighter and the
flame goes out. We hear them crash around the house fighting.
ZEKE
I couldn't help it man. I'm sorry...
You fell for that one good... oh
man, you shoulda seen the look...
LESTER
You god damn jerk! We're about to
be at war with every god dam lawless
mother fucker out there and yer
fucking around!
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ZEKE
You started it. You drew first blood!
LESTER
It's god damn anarchy out there! Ya
jerk!
We hear Lester as he stomps up to the lighter and snatches
it from the floor. Zeke can be heard rustling around in the
background. Lester strikes the lighter, revealing his black
eye and bleeding face.
LESTER (CONT'D)
Listen, we seriously gotta get
ourselves some protection, man.
ZEKE
Yeah...
LESTER
These fuckin dart guns ain't gunna
fend off all them crazies.
ZEKE
Fuckin-a man.
LESTER
We gotta get some real guns and fuckin
fast.
ZEKE
No shit, man.
LESTER
Some fuckin big guns.
ZEKE
Yeah, man...yeah.
EXT. TRUCK NIGHT
BANG! A beaten up old truck backfires and churns to life.
CUT TO:
The truck bouncing down a bumpy dirt road.
CUT TO:
INT. TRUCK NIGHT
Zeke is driving and Lester takes a slug from the bottle of
moonshine decorated with a bow, they're both smoking Black &
Mild cigars. The say nothing, only sit and pass the shine.
The truck pulls up to a house in the woods. Zeke hits the
brakes and the rear window brake light, dangling from its
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broken casing swings into the cab and bobs a red light upon
them.
EXT. HARRY'S HOUSE NIGHT
Zeke shuts the car off and they sit in the hypnotic sway of
the bobbing red light. Zeke takes a final slug off the shine.
They hear a noise from outside and Zeke lets off the brake
pedal, killing the red light.
Cousin HARRY (34), covered in camouflage clothes with a belt
of shotgun shells strapped across his chest cocks his shotgun
and lights up his gun-mounted flashlight, hitting Zeke with
its beam.
HARRY
Y'all had better state yer purpose!
Zeke's eyes squint as he opens up the door and starts to
step out of the truck.
HARRY (CONT'D)
That's about enough movin, over there.
Zeke leans up to the crevice between the door and truck.
ZEKE
Fuckin A Harry! It's cousin Zeke
and cousin Lester in the truck there.
Lester pokes his head out the window and Harry shines the
beam on it.
LESTER
We need to talk to ya bout somethin.
Come on out from hiding, will ya?
HARRY
Y'all alone?
ZEKE
Yeah, we're fuckin alone Harry.
What do ya think we got a truckload
of day laborers in the back or what?
Ya paranoid piece of shit.
Harry lifts a lantern from behind the wall and walks out to
greet the boys.
HARRY
(relaxed)
Fuck you Zeke. You can't be none to
safe.
Harry walks up to the truck where Zeke and Lester are standing
and takes a look in the bed.
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HARRY (CONT'D)
I guess not.
Harry sets the lantern on the hood of the truck.
HARRY (CONT'D)
(to Zeke)
Dude, you look like shit cuz. What'd
you do, mow the lawn with your face?
ZEKE
Aww, fuck you Harry.
LESTER
We was playin war with them dart
guns you gave us for Christmas.
HARRY
Well what brings you boys out on the
night of the dawn of the forthcoming
apocalypse?
LESTER
Well, that's kinda why we're here,
we need to talk to you about preparin
ourselves for the bleak and
uncompromisin future.
HARRY
That's fuckin right you do. I'm
glad you boys finally wised yer shit
up. Y'all doin the right thing.
ZEKE
We know you got yourself all rigged
up proper for Y2K and whatnot.
HARRY
Yer damn right I do--
Lester cuts in.
LESTER
We need guns.
Harry pulls out a pistol out from his belt and flashes it
before them.
HARRY
Tekerov. Eastern European. They do
a shitload of killing over there.
Make a damn fine handgun.
Harry puts the gun back in it's holster.
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HARRY (CONT'D)
Y'all boys step up into my office
with me, I'll show you what I got.
The three start walking toward the house.
HARRY (CONT'D)
(continuing)
Y'all ain't been around since I set
up the new system, have ya.
ZEKE
Not since your 4th of July bon fire
party back in... July.
Harry opens the door to his house. He stands in the doorway
and turns around.
HARRY
Well, what I got going on here is a
fully self sustaining operation.
Has been for over the last four
months. I don't need any of that
bull shit big government electricity,
they try to get you hooked on and
shit.
INT. HARRY'S HOUSE NIGHT
Harry enters the house and hangs his handgun on the key holder
by the door and props up the shotgun behind the fridge.
HARRY
(continuing)
I got this solar panel all rigged up
to the wind mill and that gives me
enough juice for your regular
electrical needs.
Harry hangs the lantern on its hook.
HARRY (CONT'D)
Check it out.
Harry blows out the flame and flips the light switch and
several florescent tubes flicker and stir to life,
illuminating the dirty kitchen.
HARRY (CONT'D)
(continuing)
I got these florescents, mainly for
their efficiency purposes. I've got
the generator out back for what
emergency electrical needs I might
be havin. I got rations, water,
toilet paper and all that good shit.
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HARRY (CONT'D)
But most importantly, I got fire
arms. A shitload of em. Fuckin
ammo too... all kinds of shit.
Harry starts walking through the kitchen.
HARRY (CONT'D)
Which brings us back to you boys.
What kinda weaponry do ya already
have?
Harry stops in the kitchen and turns around to see Zeke
holding a big ass hunting knife.
ZEKE
I got is this huntin knife.
Lester, standing behind Zeke, chimes in.
LESTER
And them dart guns.
HARRY
Fuck that. Them dart guns are about
good for nuthin but shootin waterbugs.
Y'all need some big mother fucking
guns. Big sons a bitches. Loud
enough to scare the shit right out
of a constipated man.
Harry's voice is drowned out by the rage ringing in Zeke's
ears as the knife slowly creeps toward Harry. Until...
HARRY (CONT'D)
And what the fuck you gunna kill
with that thing?
As Harry talks, Zeke stabs the big ass hunting knife into
Harry's gut, it severs the bottom of a shotgun shell on it's
way in and pellets pour out and bounce on the floor. Blood
pours from the wound and puddles beneath him and the pellets
become trapped in the sticky red goo. Harry, frozen in terror
and awe starts building a scream as the knife rests in his
gut.
LESTER
(excited)
Oh shit, we're killin him.
Zeke looks at Harry, expecting him to die upon contact.
Harry starts screaming in pain.
HARRY
(continuing)
Oh my fuckin god!!
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Zeke uncorks the knife from Harry's's belly. Harry, shocked
and in pain, covers the gushing wound with his hand.
HARRY (CONT'D)
What the fuck are you doin!?
Zeke stabs again, faster this time. Harry screams and turns
to run and Zeke grabs him by his ammo belt.
ZEKE
(to Lester)
Help me, god damn it!
Lester jumps on Harry. The three crash to the ground and
Zeke plunges the knife deep into Harry's back. Harry again
screams in agony.
ZEKE (CONT'D)
Hold him!
They flail about the increasingly bloody floor. Zeke stab
Harry again and again, causing him to kick and convulse.
HARRY
Oh God! Stop it now!
Lester grabs Harry in a fucked up half nelson. Zeke gets up
on his knees as Lester steadies Harry and he tries to hold
him.
ZEKE
(continuing)
Hold him good.
Zeke jams the knife into Harry's gut.
HARRY
Jesus fuckin Christ!
ZEKE
I can't kill him unless you hold him
right.
Zeke stabs him again, the dart wound on Zeke's forehead starts
dripping blood.
HARRY
Oh fuck...what the fuck are you boys
doin!?
LESTER
Get him again. Again. Again. He
ain't dead yet.
ZEKE
(frustrated)
You're not holding him right.
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Zeke stabs Harry in the chest and Harry starts puking on
himself. Zeke jumps back.
ZEKE (CONT'D)
Oh, that's fuckin nasty.
Harry starts crying and wailing, spitting up blood with chunks
of bile.
ZEKE (CONT'D)
(continuing)
Shut him up, god damn it!
Lester puts his hand over Harry's mouth and Harry clamps his
teeth into Lester's fingers.
LESTER
Awwww!! Mother fucker, he's got me.
Stab him in the face. Stab his fuckin
face!
Zeke stabs at Harry's face and the knife goes through Lester's
hand and into Harry's cheek. Lester screams in agony.
Harry's scream is muffled through the impaled hand. Zeke
yanks the knife out. Lester drops Harry and they both scream
in pain. Harry's sponge-like body bounces in a bloody mess.
ZEKE
Oh, shit.
Lester grabs his hand and Zeke stands apologetically.
ZEKE (CONT'D)
I told you to hold him better.
LESTER
You son of a bitch!!
Lester cocks back with his good hand and punches Zeke in the
face, bloodying his nose. The knife flies from Zeke's hand
and slides across the room.
LESTER (CONT'D)
You're spose-ta murder him, not stab
my god damn hand.
Zeke steps back and grabs his face.
ZEKE
Well shit, it ain't that easy! You
weren't holdin him right.
Harry continues to moan in agony.
ZEKE (CONT'D)
Y'all was wrigglin too much.
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Lester swipes the knife from the ground.
LESTER
You fuckin hold him.
They walk back over to Harry.
LESTER (CONT'D)
(continuing)
Prop him up so I can get him in the
heart.
HARRY
(gargling blood)
Boys, don't do it... please... don't
go no farther...
Harry reaches up and grabs Lester's shirt. Lester slices
Harry's arm and it falls back to the ground.
ZEKE
He sure is bleedin a lot for a man
that ain't dead yet.
Zeke grabs a hold of Harry and rolls him over, belly up.
Harry coughs up blood.
ZEKE (CONT'D)
Oh, this shit is nasty.
LESTER
Hold him up more.
Zeke holds Harry. Lester rears back with the knife and flips
it so the blade is sticking out of the bottom of his hand.
Lester plunges the knife downward and it jabs through Zeke's
hand and into Harry. Zeke screams in pain and Harry spits
out a chunk of blood that lands on Lester's face. Lester
pulls the knife out and steps back, his white teeth smiling
through the crimson mask. Zeke drops Harry and jumps up and
around like Evander Hollyfield after the second bite, shaking
his hand in pain.
LESTER (CONT'D)
(continuing)
How you like it? Stings don't it?
ZEKE
You fuckin asshole!!
Zeke lunges at Lester, smashing his fist into Lester's face.
Lester drops the knife and rears back grabbing Zeke in a
headlock. They wrestle and fight into the living room.
Zeke is about to pop Lester one in the face with his good
hand when Lester stops him.
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19.
LESTER
Wait a sec, wait a sec. Listen, I
think he died.
Harry's moans stop. They both look to the kitchen and see
only the pile of blood.
Their eyes follow the trail of blood to reveal Harry swaying
in front of the doorway, barely alive with the pistol in
hand.
ZEKE
Holy shit.
Zeke and Lester scatter as Harry fires the gun and nails
Lester in the leg. Lester screams in pain as blood squirts
from the wound. Harry tries to squeeze the trigger again,
but the gun is jammed.
Zeke peeks from his hiding place and sees Harry straining to
un-jam the blood covered gun. Zeke leaps up and runs toward
Harry, he grabs a nearby lamp and raises it ass-end up like
a club. As Zeke comes into clubbing range, he swings the
upside down lamp at Harry. The lamp's still plugged-in cord
reaches it's limit mid swing and the lamp breaks in half.
The bottom half of the lamp bounces back toward the plug,
tearing off the shade that flies toward Harry and rolls off
of him.
ZEKE (CONT'D)
(continuing)
Oh, fuck!
Lester grabs the knife and starts limping to Zeke's aid as
Harry un-jams the gun. Zeke ducks as Harry fires and poor
Lester catches a bullet in the foot. Lester screams and
drops the knife as he falls back to the floor, bleeding and
in pain.
Zeke looks up to see that the gun has jammed again. Zeke
hops up and in one motion, snatches the gun from Harry's
hand and pistol whips him with it. The gun un-jams upon
contact with Harry's head and the spent casing falls to the
floor. Zeke steps back and shoots into Harry's gut as Harry
falls to the floor. Blood squirts across the gun and Zeke's
arm as Harry screams again.
LESTER
What the fuck are you doin? We gotta
conserve our ammo, man.
Zeke turns toward Lester.
LESTER (CONT'D)
Use the knife.
(CONTINUED)
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20.
ZEKE
Good thinking. Where'd you put it?
LESTER
Shit, man, I dropped it somewhere.
Zeke starts looking for the knife. Lester grabs a
conveniently located roll of toilet paper and starts wrapping
his foot.
ZEKE
God damn it. Where's the fucking
knife?
Zeke looks some more. Harry's breathing can barely be heard
in the background.
ZEKE (CONT'D)
Are you sitting on it?
Lester moves and reveals the knife. Zeke grabs it.
ZEKE (CONT'D)
Fucking moron.
Zeke walks over to Harry.
ZEKE (CONT'D)
I already done killed this son of a
bitch like three times already. At
least.
HARRY
Don't... do it, Zeke... you can
have... all my shit.
Zeke grabs a throw pillow from the couch and drops it on
Harry's face.
ZEKE
When are you gunna die?
Zeke starts stabbing Harry as we fade out to his dying moans.
ZEKE (CONT'D)
Go on you sombitch, fuckin die.
Fuckin die.
EXT. ROAD NIGHT
Zeke and Lester are driving down the road drinking moonshine
and covered in blood. Zeke lights another Black & Tan.
Pull back to reveal that there are guns all over the cab of
their truck and provisions in the back, including bottled
water, canned food, and toilet paper flapping in the wind.
(CONTINUED)
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21.
EXT. ZEKE & LESTER'S HOUSE NIGHT
The truck pulls up to their house and they start unloading
their goods.
Zeke swings open the screen door and the green paper that
was taped to it floats through the air and sinks into a puddle
of water on the ground. The paper reads:
"Termination Notice. Your account is past due and your
services will be suspended at midnight December 31st if not
paid in full."
Fade out as we hear the boys unload their goods.
END.
INT. BEDROOM NIGHT
Tilt up from the floor to slowly reveal PETER.
DIRECTOR (O.S.)
(a woman's voice with
a French accent,
speaking slowly)
What I want to see, you with ze ass
on ze cock. Pe-tair you enter and
enter her poo-see. You're cock in
her ass, your in her poo-see. And
zen Pe-tair. Fucking her love hole.
When your juice squirt, hit her in
ze face.
Hold on Peter's mouth as he says.
PETER
You want me to punch her?
Slowly pull back.
DIRECTOR (O.S.)
Yes, punch her face... with juice
from the love.
Revealing Peter's confused look. CRYSTAL steps into frame.
CRYSTAL
She wants you to cum on my face.
PETER
(feigning confidence)
Right. Okay.
The shirtless and pumped-up ROD steps into frame and up to
Peter.
ROD
In her face. You got that? If one
fucking drop of that shit hits me...
aww, man. Shit would get fucked up
fast.
PETER
(kind of nervous)
Right. No cum on Rod.
The DP steps in and reads the light with a meter.
DP communicates a message with hand signals to the AD (O.S.).
AD crosses frame left and pull back to reveal him tweaking a
light.
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2.
DP
(italics in Hungarian,
to Director)
We're not shooting gay fucking porn,
correct? What the fuck am I lighting
for here? Am I lighting for gay or
straight?
(the word "fucking"
is in English)
The DIRECTOR steps in and sets up a composition with her
hands.
DIRECTOR
No.
DP gives him the okay sign and he walks back over
DP
(to cast, in English
w/ Hungarian accent)
We're not shooting gay fucking today.
No fucking gay.
AD crosses frame right, back to the door.
AD
First places, everyone. Here's yer
fuckin pizza, that's yer spot there
Peter.
AD hands a pizza box to Peter and points to the other side
of the door.
AD (CONT'D)
You two fuck on the recliner. Anyone
seen the slate?
Crystal and Rod drop their robes as Peter walks into the
hall and Ad closes the door behind him. AD starts writing
something on his hand.
DIRECTOR
This shot here.
DP pulls his camera into position.
We hear Rod sit on the Lazy Boy recliner-rocker chair
ROD (O.S.)
Have a seat right here, honey.
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3.
MS: AD
AD
(to Rod and Crystal)
First shot is up! Okay you two, get
bouncy. Make some magic.
We hear Rod and Crystal start up.
AD (CONT'D)
Roll sound.
AD puts on some headphones, presses play on the tape deck
dangling from his neck and picks up the microphone.
AD (CONT'D)
Rolling! Here's our slate. Roll
camera.
AD holds out his hand out in front of the camera. His hand
has the slate information written on the palm and fingers.
MS: DP
DP
What the fucking kind of marker is
that?
MS: AD
AD
Gimme a break. I lost the other
one. Just roll the fucking camera,
it'll work.
The DP starts rolling his camera.
CUT TO THE CAMERA'S POV
DP
Speed.
AD
Scene one, take one. Marker.
AD snaps his fingers and steps out of the shot.
DIRECTOR
Action, now. Go.
Peter paces nervously in the hallway. We hear Crystal and
Rod as they gets into the scene.
CRYSTAL (O.S.)
Yeah, fuck my ass. Mmmmm...
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4.
AD
That's youe cue, Peter.
Peter finds the courage to knock.
PETER
CRYSTALO (O.S.)
Oh... yeah... Come... on in.
Pete enters and is witness to the porn scene. He freezes
under the pressure.
Peter looks around the room.
First to the AD who swings the boom overhead, then to the DP
running the camera. He spies the Director, who encourages
him to get into the action, then looks over at Crystal.
CRYSTAL
Come... all the way in... pizza man.
I take it you brought my big...
steamy... Italian sausage.
Rod pops out from behind Crystal.
ROD
Fuckin A, dude, get yourself a piece
of this. Hop up in that pussy hole.
DIRECTOR (O.S.)
(to Peter)
Your line.
The Director encourages Peter to get into the action with
her hand gestures. A bead of sweat rolls down Peter's face.
DIRECTOR (CONT'D)
Your line.
PETER
Oh... line... Screw the tip, lady...
you can have the whole damn thing.
Peter tosses the pizza box, wipes the sweat from his brow
and unzips his leisure suit jacket. Peter steps up to Crystal
revealing the tent in his pants. He drops his drawers and
plunges in.
CRYSTAL
Gimme that pepperonni.
PETER
The yard of beef.
Peter moans as his eyes widen and the pleasure nearly
overwhelms him.
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5.
The DP sneaks a peak with his non-shooting eye.
DP
Oh this is fucking beautiful. Oh,
fuck...
Peter grabs the top of the Lazy Boy's and starts to rock it
violently. His face starts to contort and his knuckles turn
white with their death-grip.
PETER
Ah, shit man. Aw shit...
ROD
Dude, did your nut sack just rub on
my nut sack?
Peter is sweaty and he starts shaking. Peter's eyes twitch
and roll.
ROD (CONT'D)
Tell me I didn't just feel you fucking
nuts. DUDE!?
Peter is about to lose it, he groans loudly and pulls out,
preparing to shoot his load.
CRYSTAL
Come on, baby. Give it to me.
Rod sees that Peter is about to climax and he ducks behind
Crystal
ROD
Jesus fucking Christ. He's god damn
one-pumper.
Crystal closes her eyes in anticipation of the facial. Peter
pulls his dick out and squints his eyes. With a moan, his
first shot nails Rod's nut sack. Rod snaps to, shocked.
ROD (CONT'D)
DUDE!!!! You came on my fucking
balls!!!
DIRECTOR
Not balls! Hit her in ze face.
ROD
Oh my fucking God!! Did you even
get any on the girl?!
Peter's ears burn and ring. His vision blurs as the sensual
pleasure of an orgasm fries his brain.
DIRECTOR (O.S.)
Punch her face with you're juice!
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6.
Peter blindly cocks his arm back for a punch. Rod throws
Crystal off the bed and to the ground. He sits up on the
chair in shock and looks at his balls.
ROD
This is fucking bullshit!
Peter reels and with his eyes closed, shoots his second squirt
into Rod's chest.
ROD (CONT'D)
AAAAAGH!!
DIRECTOR
Ze face, hit ze girl in the face!
Peter blindly swings a punch at where Crystal used to be.
His fist connects with Rod's face and Rod is barely phased.
A small stream of blood flows from Rod's nose and he goes
berserk. Crystal crawls to her purse and digs out a canister
of mace. Rod jumps up like the Incredible Hulk and growls
in anger.
ROD
AAAAGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU CAME
ON MY BALLS!!!!!
Peter opens his eyes, surprised to see Rod.
Rod's veins bulge from his neck as he grabs Peter by the
throat. Rod throw Peter into the Lazy Boy and starts to
beat him, rocking the chair with each punch.
CRYSTAL
You ASSHOLE! Don't you ever fucking
push me you fuck face!
Rod looks back over his shoulder just in time to see Crystal
blasts a stream of mace from her can and nail him in the
face. He turns and screams like a banshee grabbing his eyes
in excruciating pain.
DIRECTOR
(to the DP)
Oh, zis is too good, are you getting
it all?
The DP films the action, smiling like a mule eating garlic.
ROD (O.S.)
You fucking cunt. What is that?
Pepper spray? Aaaargh!!
DP
Oh this is fucking beautiful.
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7.
The mace starts to shoot uncontrollably as the trigger gets
stuck. The stream strafes Peter's eyes and he freaks out.
ROD (O.S.)
You fucking bitch!!
Crystal continues to mess with the canister.
DIRECTOR
(to DP)
Keep ze roll.
We hear a loud roar as the stream of mace hits the microphone.
The AD goes down screaming. (maybe the audio cuts out at
this point) The Director, standing in the foreground is the
next victim and she goes down as well.
The camera quickly pans back over to Crystal and the stream
of mace hits the lens. The camera jerks and suddenly falls
to the ground and the film runs out as the screen turns white.
CUT TO:
INT. PORN SHOP -- DAY
Cheesy lounge music can be heard. Fade in from white to a
tight shot of SEAN's (28) eyeballs as he searches the
selection of porn tapes. A box catches his eye and he reaches
for it. He holds it up and reads the title, he flips the
box over and we see in blazing pink letters "YOU CAME ON MY
BALLS"
Sean becomes lost in the erotic potential of the video. He
seems to float to the counter, never taking his eyes from
the box.
CLERK
You came on my balls, a true classic.
Sean looks up, startled from the voice. The smiling CLERK
punches up the price.
CUT TO:
INT. SEAN'S HOUSE -- DAY
SEAN punches the play button. The disclaimer starts up and
Sean holds down the FF button on the ancient VCR. Sean
wrestles with his zipper, his crotch throbbing with
excitement. Sean's forehead starts to bead with sweat as he
continues to fast forward past the gruelingly long disclaimer.
Sean's tries to unzip his pants, but the zipper wont budge.
He tugs and yanks at it, trying to release his pulsating
member. Finally, the title scene comes up on the screen and
Sean is about to climax.
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8.
He frantically hits the EJECT button. The tape slowly ejects.
Sean yanks his trousers down, bypassing the zipper all
together. Sean grabs the tape from the VCR and throws it
across the room.
He grabs the back of the VCR and jams his dick into it as he
reaches orgasm. Pure ecstasy washes across his face. He
lets lose a grunt of relief and his chin drops to his chest,
exhausted.
Sean's hip accidentally bumps the REWIND button and the VCR
hums to life. A horrible grinding noise is interrupted by
shrieks of pain as Sean's face distorts in agony.
Sean tries to pull out, but he's tethered to the machine.
Sean backs away from the TV, tearing the VCR from the wall
plug and bringing it with him. He wrestles and fights with
the VCR, trying desperately to remove it from his dick.
Sean crashes to the floor and again fights with the VCR.
CUT TO:
INT. SEAN'S HOUSE -- DAY
Sean, holding up the weight of the VCR, plugs it into the
wall and it powers up. Sean hits the EJECT button and more
grinding noises can be heard. Sean yells in pain and yanks
the plug from the wall.
CUT TO:
INT. SEAN'S HOUSE -- DAY
Sean ties the plug to a door knob. He takes a deep breath
and puts both hands on the wall. He pushes himself backward
and a tearing noise fills the air. Sean screams in pain as
he falls backward and across the floor, crashing into
furniture.
The VCR breaks loose and dangles from the knob, a giant tuft
of pubic hair hangs from the tape slot.
Sean sits up behind the overturned chair, his eye is smashed
and bruised. He grabs a nearby towel and applies it to his
crotch.
CUT TO:
INT. BAR -- NIGHT
Pull back from a tight shot of a towel drying some glasses
to reveal SEAN in bartender garb. Two guys sit at the end
of the bar (MARK and PAUL) drinking their beers and shooting
the shit.
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9.
PAUL
Damn Sean, you wake up un the wrong
side of the bed today or what?
MARK
No shit. What happened to you?
SEAN
My VCR broke.
Suddenly, the front door opens and the air is sucked from
the room. A man with long hair and a beard (JESUS) enters,
wearing only a robe and flip flops, he struts across the
room.
The two girls playing pool in the corner stops to watch Jesus.
Jesus's walk is proud, almost arrogant. He shoots a sexy
glance at one of the ladies playing pool (JUDY), and points
his fingers at her as if they were pistols. She rolls her
eyes. Mark, Paul and Sean all eyeball the unusual stranger.
As JESUS steps up to the bar, everyone abruptly continues
about their business. Sean steps up to Jesus to take his
order.
SEAN (CONT'D)
What can I get for you?
JESUS
Two glasses of water, brother.
Jesus, casual and confident, looks around the bar. Sean
starts to fill a glass with ice.
JESUS (CONT'D)
(looking away)
No ice, please.
Sean dumps the ice and fills the glass with water. Sean sets
the glass down in front of the tip jar and grabs another
glass.
Jesus pulls the first glass over to him and licks his lips
and squints his eyes. As Sean fills the second glass with
water, Jesus empties the contents of the first into his mouth
and wipes his lips with his sleeve.
Jesus and Sean both set their glasses on the bar at the same
time, Sean's filled with water and Jesus's with red wine
residue. Sean grabs the glass without noticing and tosses
it in the sink.
JESUS (CONT'D)
Thanks, buddy.
Jesus grabs the second glass of water and walks over to the
guys at the end of the bar.
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10.
JESUS (CONT'D)
What you boys havin? It's on me.
MARK
(snottily)
Well it's a tad bit stiffer than
water, Hippie.
Jesus turns his cheek to the cam (as if slapped) and signals
for the bartender.
JESUS
Two mugs of water, no ice. Aw the
hell with it, bring one for yourself.
SEAN
(sarcastically)
What a treat.
Sean sets the,three mugs on the bar. Jesus gives the glasses
a karate look and instantly they are filled with beer.
PAUL
Holy freakin shit!
Jesus lifts his glass, also filled with beer, to the sky.
JESUS
That's fucking right. So what do ya
think of that shit?
MARK
Oh my God...
JESUS
Of sorts.
Jesus starts to chug his beer, the boys follow suit.
JESUS (CONT'D)
(to Sean)
How bout a couple of waters for the
fine young ladies playing pool?
Sean picks up two wine glasses and looks for Jesus approval
and gets it. He sets the two glasses near the ladies.
SEAN
From the long haired gentleman.
The ladies look at Jesus, confused.
JESUS
(to the guys)
Wine is always the easiest.
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11.
Jesus points his fingers in pistol like fashion and the water
turns to red wine. The ladies look surprised and then toast
Jesus.
CUT TO:
INT. BAR -- NIGHT
Mark slams an empty mug down on the counter. Jesus and
friends are drunk, they are surrounded by several empty mugs
of beer. The bar is now more crowded and Judy and Lucy are
hanging with the guys. Jesus has his arm around Judy.
JESUS
So he says, "Burning bush? You know,
a shot of penicillin will cure that
right up."
Laughs.
CUT TO:
INT. BAR -- NIGHT
Tilt down from the bar to reveal Sean walking down the bar
with five pitchers of water in his arms.
JESUS
Abra-freakin-kadabra!
The pitchers are now filled with beer. The crowd cheers and
Mark and Paul start doling out the booze.
JESUS (CONT'D)
Everybody tip the nice man.
People start filling the tip jar with cash. Judy is now
playing with Jesus's hair.
INT. BAR, POOL TABLE -- NIGHT
Lucy winks at Jesus as she racks the pool balls. Jesus struts
over to the table and takes a pool stick from a guy at the
end of the bar. Jesus breaks the game of pool and sinks the
9 ball on the break. He tosses the stick on the table and
starts to mug down with Lucy.
CUT TO:
INT. BAR -- NIGHT
Jesus, swaying and drunk, is surrounded by people.
JESUS
(slurring)
Check this shit out. Eight glashes
of water, wish ice and a limes.
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12.
Sean sets them up.
JESUS (CONT'D)
That's right, set em up there, buddy.
Fuckin fill em up.
Jesus turns to the crowd.
JESUS (CONT'D)
Who wants Cuba Libres?
The crowd cheers. Jesus concentrates and turns the waters
into Cuba Libres. The crowd cheers and toasts Jesus.
CUT TO:
INT. BAR -- NIGHT
A quick shot of Jesus with the water tap in his mouth
CUT TO:
INT. BAR -- NIGHT
Jesus staggers through the crowd. He spies some guy with a
cigarette in his mouth and sloppily swipes it from his lips.
Jesus pops the smoke into his mouth and the cigarette turns
into a joint. He puts his arm around the guy and shows off
his handiwork.
GUY
Fucking A.
Jesus bogarts the joint and then hands it to the guy.
CUT TO:
INT. BAR -- NIGHT
Jesus pops up with a tall drink in his hand and making the
heavy metal-devil sign with the other.
JESUS
Yeah, motherfucker! Yeah! Long
Fucking Island Ice Tea!
The crowd cheers and he hands the drink to someone.
JESUS (CONT'D)
Fuzzy mother-fuckin Navel!
The crowd cheers.
JESUS (CONT'D)
Anybody got the munchies?
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13.
GUY
Fuckin A!
JESUS
Gimme them Gold Fish.
Someone hands Jesus the bowl of crackers. Jesus pops up.
JESUS (CONT'D)
Fuckin fish sticks!
The crowd cheers. Jesus drunkenly puts his arm around a
girl and starts tossing fish sticks into the crowd.
CROWD
(chanting)
Je-sus! Je-sus! Je-sus!...
INT. BATH ROOM -- NIGHT
Jesus puking and a girl hold his hair. Jesus dry heaves a
few times and then looks skyward.
JESUS
Why have you forsaken me, Father?!
WHY?!!!!
Jesus is interrupted by his own puke as he pukes some more.
INT. BAR -- NIGHT
People are drunk. The clock reads 2AM.
SEAN
I'm sorry folks. But it's 2AM. I
can no longer sell you booze.
The crowd is disappointed and they boo.
SEAN (CONT'D)
Sorry folks, contact you local
legislature.
People start to slowly disperse. The clock hits 2:03 and
suddenly, Jesus busts through the girls bathroom door.
JESUS
Set em up, Sean. A water for every
mother fucker in here.
The crowd cheers loudly and someone thrust a drink into
Jesus's hand.
JESUS (CONT'D)
FUCK YEAH!!!
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14.
Jesus jumps into the heavy metal devil sign pose and people
mob him.
CROWD
JESUS! JESUS! JESUS!...
JESUS
Keep them waters coming!
Sean busts out a water hose and people are holding up their
glasses, waiting to get filled up.
Pull back as everyone gets loud and Jesus throws his arm
around some dudes and gets excited.
JESUS (CONT'D)
Woooo! Fuck Yeah!
Copyright 2001 by Bob Ray
WRECKED
EXT. DOWNTOWN AUSTIN, NIGHT
NATHAN is floating amidst the soft blurry lights. everything
moving at a snails pace. A beautiful woman approaches him,
kisses his neck and whispers into his ear.
The loud static buzzing of an alarm clock floods the audio.
INT. NATHAN'S BEDROOM, MORNING
Nathan flinches and swats at the alarm clock.
The clock reads: 7:30
The buzzing stops and Nathan's wife SUZY rolls over and kisses
his neck. She whispers in his ear.
SUZY
Turn it off Honey.
NATHAN
One more snooze.
SUZY
Turn it off and spend the day in bed
with me.
NATHAN
I wish I could, but there's been a
lot of tension down at work.
Nathan sits up and rubs his face.
NATHAN (CONT'D)
There are rumor of cutbacks. People
are on edge. You know how it is.
SUZY
I know, but I wish we could spend
just one day in bed together.
Nathan slides out of bed and goes through the morning rituals.
Shower, shave, suit, loafers, kiss, briefcase, exit stage
left.
EXT. I-35, MORNING
Drive. Traffic. Tons of it.
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2.
INT. NATHAN'S CAR, MORNING
Nathan rides it out.
RADIO
And in further local news, there was
another round of layoffs today.
1,500 people found themselves without
a job this morning at Austin's Bell
computers. That brings the total
number of layoffs in the Austin high
tech field up to 13,000. Rumors
that several other tech companies
will be cutting back on personnel
this week in order to decrease their
expenditure and bring higher profits
back to their shareholders. Of those
rumored are industry giant Motograter,
software manufacturer Aus-Tech--
Tires screech and a horn blares. Nathan snaps too. The
driver next to him is yelling and flipping the bird.
EXT. PARKING LOT, MORNING
Nathan cruises the lot and finds a spot, on the far side of
the hot slab. As he's walking through the sea of parked
cars, he sees his boss, MR. KINSLOW, pulls into a reserved
spot next to the front door.
Mr. Kinslow strolls into the building and disappears behind
the glass doors. Nathan enters the building and makes his
way through the lobby. As Nathan approaches the elevators,
he catches a glimpse of Mr. Kinslow standing inside the
elevator, the doors beginning to close. Mr. Kinslow sees
Nathan coming and looks down at his watch. As the doors
close, Mr Kinslow looks back up and addresses Nathan.
MR. KINSLOW
You're late, Nathan. That'll be
noted.
The doors slam shut.
INT. OFFICE WORKSTATION, DAY
Nathan sits down at his desk and turns on his computer. His
monitor hums and comes to life and the Aus-Tech logo welcomes
Nathan to another day of work. TAMMY, Mr. Kinslow's sensitive
secretary shuffles up to Nathan's workstation.
TAMMY
I'm sorry to have to say this to you
Nathan, but Mr. Kinslow says for me
to tell you that you need to
disintermediate the customized
(MORE)
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3.
TAMMY (CONT'D)
infrastructures by the end of the
day and he said that sleeping in
late is not an excuse for not getting
the job done. I'm sorry, Nathan, I
didn't want it to sound so mean...
NATHAN
It's okay, Tammy. I'll take care of
it.
Slowly build to rapid cuts and time lapse movement as the
busy worker bees toil away. Coffee, sitting, typing,
stretching, typing, routing cable, typing, bathroom break,
more typing.
An Asian fellow named SAM KWON approaches Nathan.
SAM
Hey there Nathan, how's it hanging?
NATHAN
A little to the left, but alright
Sam.
Nathan kicks back and relaxes a bit.
NATHAN (CONT'D)
But there's no question in my mind
that I'd rather be in bed right now.
SAM
Yeah, sleep. I heard that.
NATHAN
Sleep, right.
SAM
Say man, I was wondering if you could
give me a hand later on. I'm trying
to implement the holistic supply
chains for the Smith project and I'm
having a bit of trouble getting the
synergistic vortals up and running
to capacity.
NATHAN
Alice might be a better person to
ask about that. She's really on top
of that kind of stuff. But if you
keep having problems with it, I'd be
happy to lend a hand.
SAM
Hey Alice!
Alice's head pops up from behind her cubicle.
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4.
ALICE
Sam, what's up.
SAM
I got a question for ya. Hold up.
(to Nathan)
Thanks Nathan.
Sam starts to walk away.
SAM (CONT'D)
Hey you wanna grab a beer after work?
Blow off some steam?
NATHAN
I think I'm heading home tonight.
It's Suzy's last day off until next
week.
SAM
Right on, thanks for the lead.
Nathan gets up and stretches.
INT. BATHROOM, DAY
Henry finishes pissing as Nathan enters the bathroom. Henry
seems worried.
HENRY
Oh man, Nathan, did you hear? Sally
down in accounting told me that there
are going to be more layoffs today.
NATHAN
Henry, hold on a sec. You're giving
me stage fright.
Nathan starts to piss.
HENRY
She said last quarter's earnings
were down and they'll be cutting
back on personnel. Have you heard
anything?
NATHAN
No, I haven't heard anything. The
whole industry's in a funk. Over at
Bell they put in random drug testing
so they could fire people and they
wouldn't have to pay severance. My
friend Steve got fired for wearing
his badge in the wrong place.
Nathan finishes up and zips his trousers.
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5.
NATHAN (CONT'D)
It's fucking cut-throat.
Nathan starts washing his hands.
HENRY
Oh, man. This is bad. I've got a
mortgage. The kids... Oh man...
What am I gunna do?
NATHAN
Hang in there Henry. It'll work
out.
HENRY
I don't know this time, Nathan. I
don't know. I think Mr. Kinslow has
it out for me. I'm headed back, I
want to make sure they see me working
hard.
NATHAN
Hang in there, Henry.
Henry exits the bathroom. Nathan cleans up and exits.
INT. AUS-TECH HALLWAY, DAY
Nathan emerges from the bathroom and starts walking down the
hall. As he passes Mr. Kinslow's door he overhears his boss
giving instructions.
MR. KINSLOW
No One said it would be easy, Tammy.
You're going to need to make a
decision here. You either take care
of the business at hand or you'll be
writing your name on that list the
next time I dictate who is to be
laid off. Do we understand one
another?
TAMMY
Yes sir, Mr. Kinslow.
MR. KINSLOW
Now pull yourself together so I can
finish up the unpleasantries and get
out of here.
TAMMY
Yes sir, Mr. Kinslow.
MR. KINSLOW
And Tammy, wait until I've left the
parking lot.
(MORE)
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6.
MR. KINSLOW (CONT'D)
I don't want any of these basket
case types boo-hooing to me about
their future and their families and
such.
Kinslow sits back in his chair.
MR. KINSLOW (CONT'D)
Now, where were we? The list.
TAMMY
Henry Huffstutler.
MR. KINSLOW
Right. Huffstuttler. Add Alice
Jenkins, Sam Kwon...
A mobile phone rings.
MR. KINSLOW (CONT'D)
Give me a few minutes, Tammy. I've
got to take this.
TAMMY
Yes sir, I'll be at my desk, typing
up these.
Nathan hears the door knob turning and he quickly leaps back
into stride and walks away. A visibly shaken Tammy emerges
from Mr. Kinslow's office.
INT. OFFICE, DAY
Nathan walks back into the main office. Henry Huffstutler
is walking toward Nathan. Sam Kwon pops up from behind his
cubicle divider.
SAM
Hey, Huffstutler.
Henry turns to Sam.
HENRY
Yeah.
SAM
Could you drop this file on Tammy's
desk for me please.
HENRY
Sure thing Sam.
Nathan takes the file and holds it near his chest. He passes
Henry on his way to his desk.
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7.
White flash.
CUT TO:
EXT. STREET CORNER, DAY
Lead in with Nathan's pov. He sees Henry, dirty, unshaven
and apparently homeless, stands on the corner holding a
cardboard sign that reads "Hungry, broke, 2 children, please
help."
White flash.
CUT TO:
INT. OFFICE, DAY
Nathan snaps back and watches Henry as he walks down the
hall. Nathan continues walking and passes Sam, who leans
out from behind his divider.
SAM
Hey, Nathan.
Nathan turns toward Sam.
White flash.
CUT TO:
EXT. STREET, DAY
Sam sits up in the passenger's seat of a luxury car. He
wipes his mouth and the driver tosses him $20. Sam hops out
and is dressed in full drag, tattered and torn.
SAM
Nathan, I really need some help. I
can't relink the fucking supply
chains...
White flash.
CUT TO:
INT. OFFICE, DAY
Nathan reels from vision.
SAM
And even if I could relink, we'd
only be running at half capacity.
So what do you think? Can you give
me a hand with this or what? I mean,
no hurry. I got plenty of other
shit to do, but you know. Whenever.
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8.
Nathan is a bit shaken.
NATHAN
Sure Sam, I'll email you a step by
step.
Nathan continues toward his desk. He sits and stares at his
monitor and time passes. Alice leans in on Nathan's monitor.
CUT TO:
EXT. STREET, DAY
Nathan is driving down the street and he stops at a red light.
Alice starts washing his windshield. She leans in the window
and shakes a paper cup full of spare change at him.
ALICE
Hey, Nathan, we got Sam's problem
fixed. So don't sweat it...
Nathan...
CUT TO:
INT. OFFICE, DAY
ALICE
Nathan?
Nathan snaps back to reality. Alice is leaning over his
monitor, waving her hand in his face.
ALICE (CONT'D)
Nathan, you alright?
NATHAN
Yeah, Alice. What were you saying?
ALICE
Sam's taken care of. Problem solved.
I just wanted you to know so you
didn't waste time emailing him the
step by step.
NATHAN
Oh, yeah. Thanks Alice.
Alice walks away, back to her desk. The office workers
continue to toil away.
Nathan looks up from his monitor and, through the window he
sees Mr. Kinslow exit the building. Kinslow hops in his car
and takes off, exiting the parking lot. Tammy emerges from
around the corner. A stack of pink slips in her hand and
she's crying.
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9.
Tammy approaches Alice Jenkins, Nathan can't hear the
exchange, but Tammy hands a pink slip to Alice and Alice .
CUT TO:
INT. MR. KINSLOW'S APARTMENT, DAY
Alice killing Mr. Kinslow with an ax.
needs work------lame.
maybe she has something in her hand and she kills him w/ it
in the vision -----letter opener? stapler???
CUT TO:
INT. OFFICE, DAY
Tammy walks up to Henry and hands him his pink slip. He
cries and covers his face.
CUT TO:
INT. MR. KINSLOW'S APARTMENT, DAY
Flash of Henry crying. He uncovers his face and grabs Mr.
Kinslow's shoulders. Sobbing, he grabs Mr. Kinslow by the
shirt.
maybe Harry leans in and hugs Tammy & that matches the cut
to him strangling Kinslow
HENRY
Please, please... don't let me go...
please Mr. Kinslow...
Henry grabs his tie and falls to his knees.
HENRY (CONT'D)
Please Mr. Kinslow... I've got kids...
a wife...
Henry starts choking Mr. Kinslow with his tie.
HENRY (CONT'D)
You can't fire me, Mr Kinslow.
Mr. Kinslow falls to his knees and Henry pulls tighter on
the necktie. Mr. Kinslow falls to the ground. Red faced
and still. Henry is still crying.
HENRY (CONT'D)
Please... I need this job.
CUT TO:
INT. OFFICE, DAY
Tammy stands before Sam as Sam reads the pink slip.
SAM
You gotta be shitting me.
(MORE)
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10.
SAM (CONT'D)
No fucking way. No fucking way!
You can't fucking fire me!
CUT TO:
INT. MR. KINSLOW'S APARTMENT, DAY
Shots of Sam beating Mr. Kinslow to death with a golf club
and yelling.
maybe Sam is doing something that mimics the motion of a
golf club and that's the transition to the Kinslow murder
SAM
No fucking way! You think you can
fucking fire me?!
Mr. Kinslow tries to crawl away. Sam follows him, beating
him with the club.
CUT TO:
INT. OFFICE, DAY
Tammy approaches Nathan. She accidentally drops the stack
of pink slips. She leans down and picks them up. When she
stands up, the background has changed.
INT. MR. KINSLOW'S APARTMENT, DAY
Tammy stands back up, pink slips in hand. Nathan's POV as
Tammy stands into frame and hands the pink slip to Nathan.
Nathan lifts his gun and Tammy squeals and ducks. Mr. Kinslow
is sitting on his couch watching TV. Nathan fires.
White flash.
CUT TO:
EXT. STREET, NIGHT
Nathan sits in his car. Thinking. Hard.
He opens the door and crosses the street.
INT. LIQUOR STORE, NIGHT
He pushes open the door to the liquor store and notices the
Protected by Smith & Wesson sign hanging in the front door
window. He enters and heads for the whiskey isle.
CLERK
Just the booze? You need ice? Cola?
He sets down the bottle on the counter and lays down the
cash for it.
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11.
CLERK (CONT'D)
Just the booze, then. Out to get
some serious shitfaced, huh?
Nathan picks up his change and returns to his car.
EXT. STREET, NIGHT
Nathan sits in his car, drinking.
HENRY (O.S.)
Think of my kids, Nathan.
Nathan looks over to see Henry leaning in the passenger
window, dirty and in his poverty clothes.
HENRY (CONT'D)
My wife. What will she think. We
can't pay the bills on her wages.
Do it for me, Nathan.
Nathan takes another slug from the bottle. Henry is gone.
ALICE (O.S.)
I know that jackass enjoyed every
minute of it.
Nathan sees Alice standing outside of his driver's side
window.
ALICE (O.S.) (CONT'D)
I see him drive by here every fucking
day. His car all cleaned and waxed.
How do you think he pays for that?
With our wages, Nathan. With our
money.
Alice disappears and time passes.
SAM (O.S.)
Just fucking look at me, Nathan.
Nathan looks in his rear view mirror and sees Sam all dressed
up in drag.
SAM (CONT'D)
I wear a fucking dress and suck dick
for twenty bucks a pop. I fucking
suck dick, man. Oh, Jesus...
Sam starts moaning and crying.
SAM (CONT'D)
I don't like sucking dick... I'm
not even fucking gay...
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12.
Sam continues to sob. Nathan turns to look over the back
seat and Sam is gone.
Just then, Nathan sees his boss driving up. He watches as
Kinslow pulls into the parking garage to his condos.
Nathan starts to breath heavy. He takes one last gasp and
digs the gun from his glove box.
Nathan hops out of his car and puts the gun in his suit
pocket. He marches up to the building.
INT. CONDO LOBBY, NIGHT
Nathan walks up to the elevator and pushes the up button.
INT. CONDO ELEVATOR, NIGHT
The doors open, Nathan enters and pushes the 8 button. He
waits and rides, listening to soothing elevator music.
The bell rings and the doors open and Nathan steps into the
hallway.
INT. CONDO HALLWAY, NIGHT
Nathan starts walking down the hall and he sees Mr. Kinslow
entering his room. Nathan runs up to the room and sticks
his foot the door and the jamb. Nathan pushes the door back
open as he pulls his pistol from his coat. Nathan unloads a
slug into Mr. Kinslow's back.
Kinslow falls forward and against the wall. Nathan shoots
again, but misses as Kinslow scrambles around the corner.
Nathan follows. He rounds the corner to see that the hallway
is empty. Nathan turns into the kitchen and stumbles upon
Kinslow holding a double barreled shotgun.
Kinslow fires and nails Nathan in the crotch. Nathan screams
as he returns fire and hits Kinslow in the chest. Kinslow
is knocked back by the force of the impact and he empties
his second barrel into the ceiling. Nathan fires twice more
and Kinslow falls to the ground. Nathan falls to his knees
and fires again hitting Kinslow in the chest.
Nathan is loosing buckets of blood. His head droops and he
realizes that he is nearing the end. He lifts his head and
puts the barrel of his gun in his mouth. He pulls the
trigger. The chamber is empty and the clicking of the hammer
echoes through the room.
The sizzling sounds of cooking flesh fills the air. Nathan
screams and yanks the gun from his mouth and grabs his swollen
red lips. He folds over, moaning in pain.
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13.
INT. CONDO ELEVATOR, NIGHT
Nathan's bloody hands paw at the numbered buttons. He takes
a swipe at the lobby button, but ends up smearing blood across
the buttons for the fourth, third, second floor as well as
the Lobby. All the buttons light up.
The doors open to the fourth floor and Harry stands swaying
in the box, gun dangling from his near limo hand. The doors
quietly close.
CUT TO:
INT. CONDO 3RD FLOOR HALLWAY, NIGHT
The doors open and Nathan bleeds and sways. The doors close.
CUT TO:
INT. CONDO 2ND FLOOR HALLWAY, NIGHT
The doors open and Nathan leans on the wall. The doors close.
CUT TO:
INT. CONDO LOBBY, NIGHT
The doors open and Nathan falls out and onto the floor. A
women on the pay phone freaks out.
WOMAN
Oh my God.
She hangs up and dials 911.
Nathan picks himself up and staggers across the lobby, leaving
a trail of blood in his wake. He stumbles out onto the street
and rests on his car. He looks up and remembers the Protected
by Smith & Wesson sign on the Liquor Store door and makes
his way across the street.
Nathan enters the store yelling through his swollen lips.
NATHAN
Gimme the fuckin cash! I got a fuckin
gun!
The clerk freaks and pulls the big ass six shooter out from
under the cash drawer and starts firing at Nathan. Bottles
of booze explode as the clerk unloads his gun without hitting
Nathan.
The clerk clicks through several empty chambers before
screaming like a girl and running out the back door.
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14.
EXT. STREET, NIGHT
Nathan falls into the side of his car, smearing blood all
over it. He opens the door and collapses in the seat. He
puts the gun on his lap and digs for his keys.
He nods out and comes back to. The keys are in the ignition
and the car is running. His foot has the gas pedal pinned
to the floor and the engine is revving like mad. He can
hear someone yelling. Nathan looks out the driver side window
and sees a cop standing there with her gun drawn. Her voice
is muffled by the glass.
COP
Put the gun down and get out of the
car!
Nathan looks at her, confused. Then down at the gun, still
in his hand. He slowly picks up the gun as the woman's
yelling becomes more intense.
COP (CONT'D)
Sir, put the gun down or I will fire!!
Drop the gun!!
Nathan slowly aims the gun at the cop and she fires.
BANG! The screen is covered in red. The bang of the gun
turns into the buzzing of the alarm clock.
INT. NATHAN'S BEDROOM, MORNING
Pull back from a totally red screen to reveal the red digital
numbers of the alarm clock.
The clock reads: 7:39
Nathan rolls over and swats at the alarm clock. The buzzing
stops and Nathan's wife SUZY rolls over and kisses his neck.
She whispers in his ear.
SUZY
Turn it off Honey.
NATHAN
One more snooze.
SUZY
Turn it off and spend the day in bed
with me.
NATHAN
I wish I could, but there's been a
lot of tension down at work.
Nathan sits up and rubs his face.
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15.
NATHAN (CONT'D)
There are rumor of cutbacks. People
are on edge. You know how it is.
SUZY
I know, but I wish we could spend
just one day in bed together.
Nathan slides out of bed and goes through the morning rituals.
Shower, shave, suit, loafers...
Nathan opens a drawer and digs something out. He steps over
to the bed, leans over and kisses his wife goodbye, hiding
something behind his back. She holds his face and kisses
him gently.
SUZY (CONT'D)
I love you, Nathan.
NATHAN
I love you too.
Suzy kisses him again and lets him slide out of her hands.
He crosses the room and opens his briefcase. Nathan drops
his handgun into the briefcase.
SUZY
Be careful.
He snaps it shut.
CUT TO RED.
FADE OUT
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