Thanks for your encouragement. Here is some more of what I have. This is with Patriot.
It may not make total sense (the disk is kind of a McGuffin, I put in to this second draft).
This is around pages 89 to 91. Here it is.
INT. MARLINÃ¢â‚¬â„¢S CAFÃƒâ€°
CURTIS, disguised in ratty clothes and unkept hair, is sitting at the bar, eating.
He gets up and heads to the bathroom, goes inside a stall, stands on the toilet and slides a ceiling panel over. He reaches in and pulls out the disk.
Though part of my memory had been fried,
there were some things they couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t take
away from me. I held strong to the
location of the disk.
EXT. A BUSY PARKING LOT - LATER THAT DAY
CURTIS is in THE PATRIOTÃ¢â‚¬â„¢S car.
I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t get it. ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s nothing, just
gibberish. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m not even sure that itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s
even code. I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t have a program to
crack it, if it is.
Are you sure? As soon as they found out
about it, their focus switched from you to
THE PATRIOT pops the disk out of his notebook computer and hands it back to CURTIS.
I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t know what to tell you. Could be
some kind of keycard. I canÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t use it, it
doesnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t prove anything.
He reaches for his glove box to pull out a thick bundle of papers, and hands it to CURTIS.
I put some money in there for you, to get
you to Hovington. Now, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m not going to
sugarcoat this, these people are…well to
say the least stuck in their ways. TheyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re
bigoted, and intolerant of anyone who doesnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t
share their slant on the world. The upshot
though, is they look after their own, so
youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll be safe.
EXT. OUTSIDE HOVINGTON - DAYS LATER
A car pulls up to a lone gravel road surrounded by forest. CURTIS gets out, and begins to walk down it. He passes a wooden sign that says Ã¢â‚¬Å“HovingtonÃ¢â‚¬? on it.
THE PATRIOT (V.O.)
Just, keep a low profile, laugh at their
jokes and smile. Let them believe that
youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re one of them, shouldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t be hard for
you, being an actor.
As he walks down the road he sees several people staring at him unflinchingly. He goes to the first house he comes to, and knocks on the door.
Hold on. Hold on just a second. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m cominÃ¢â‚¬â„¢
REVEREND WADE, a short old man with a face covered in hair, opens the door.
Are you Reverend Wade?
Guilty. WhatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s this about?
IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m Lester Coggs, sir. Raines sent me.
Well, why didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t you say so? Come in,
goddamn it. How is ole Raines? Well,
donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t just stand there, sit down, boy.
Make yourself comfortable.
REVEREND WADE runs back to the kitchen. Behind him is a large flag, a mixture of a swastika and the rebel flag.
(to his wife)
Mama, that boyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s here. Fix up some coffee.
So what did he tell you about all of us, huh.
That weÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re a bunch of crazy extremist kept
up in the swamps.
No, not really. He said you were good
people, just looked at things a little
differently than the rest of the country.
True enough. You know, I been tryinÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ to get
him out here for years, itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s one of the few
places where you can breathe the air the way
god meant it. But goddamn it, I think heÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s just
too much of a liberal to really get mixed up with
our sort. The things heÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s done for the cause
though, weÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re happy to take you in.
I appreciate it sir. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m happy to be here.
EXT. HOVINGTON ROAD - LATER
REVEREND WADE and CURTIS are side by side walking down the road towards church service.
ThatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s the EagleÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s Stop, itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s our restaurant,
bar, community center, you name it. Sister
Anne runs it, good woman.
I didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t realize you had businesses here?
Not really a business per say, we all live
within the confines of a collective pot,
we might barter but US moneyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s no good here.
Yeah, a few hell raisers aside, weÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re
mostly peace-loving folk here. We keep
to ourselves. Instead of those idiot boxes,
we hold sermon every night. Are you a
religious man, Les?
Not as much as I should be?
None of us are, but we try. You just gotta
hope godÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s still up there listening, with
all the sinninÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ thatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s goinÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ on out there.
I set this place up in 82 to get away from
that. These days you just canÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t trust the
world. The governments stickinÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s nose
in places it has no business stickinÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ it.
BlowinÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s own people to shit. ThereÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s
a storm brewinÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ out there, and World War 3’s
not far around the bend.
DonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t you mean World War 4, sir?
Well, I always felt that 3 was the Cold War.
SÃ¢â‚¬â„¢pose it was. I like you son, youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re gonna
fit fine here, we need some more sharp
shooters like yourself around. Now, lets go
inside, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll show you to the rest of the town.
They walk into the church.
Oh, and just in case this is taken wrong. I want to put a disclaimer on this, and make sure no one thinks I’m some kind of racist. Rev Wade is a character who is very ignorant and racist, and I don’t agree with his views. The Patriot, however is not racist, he just knows alot of racist people due to his paranoid beliefs of the NWO.