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“The Big Fade"



Four chalked up teens bring heat on themselves after they beat down an alleged gang member to help their pal’s uncle erase a drug debt.



This is about the 5th time I’ve rewritten my first act (strong racial slurs btw, heads up). Should I keep trucking with this project or nah? I’m all ears:





FADE IN:



A white on black TITLE appears in the very center of the

screen:



NOVEMBER 26, 2006

PHILADELPHIA, PA



FADE OUT



FADE IN:





EXT. FIELD - NIGHT



Floating up a lengthy set of stone steps that mount up a

prominent, verdant hill. A rock song fades in, something

defiant (from the late 60’s, early 70’s) – and a subtle,

female voice:



VOICE-OVER

You don’t realize it now, but you

will reflect on it some time once.

Forty-five-years from now, it won’t

matter what shoes you had, or what

you did with your hair or what type

of clothes you wore. The only thing

that’ll matter is what you learned.

I’ve learned that: good-byes will

always hurt, pictures will never

replace being there, and words will

never replace the feelings. Now,

I don’t remember how we happened

to meet each other. I don’t

remember who got along with whom

first. All I can remember is all

of us together. Always. I don’t

cry for what might have been and

don’t live in the past because it

isn’t forever. Forever never

lasts.



Topping the rise is the parking lot of a middle school

that stretches out immensely. A gritty van, playing the

defiant music, drives in and parks near the top of the

steps.



The driver kills the ignition and gets out from the

passenger side, revealing:



GERARD (GERRY LANG) LANGELLI, an unsavory 18-year-old of

about a 6’3” frame in jeans and a black jacket over a

white Ecko hoodie. He walks to the pinnacle of the steps

which rise high above a field containing two baseball

diamonds and an indoor basketball gym, gazing out at the

twilight.



VOICE-OVER

I’ll always remember one of those

old sayings Gerry once told me.



Gerry Lang lights up a cigarette and inhales.



VOICE-OVER

Grief can take care of itself but

to get the full value of joy you

must have someone to divide it

with.



He exhales thick smoke.



VOICE-OVER

I love you, baby.

(pause)

But I miss you - I miss you this

much.



MAIN TITLE SEQUENCE.



AGAINST BLACK, INSERT:



"This film is inspired by true events."



INT. VAN (MOVING) - DAY



Gerry is behind the wheel, driving the desecrated van

that was seen earlier. ASHLEY DePALMA (18, Gerry’s

girlfriend), a dazzling blond and fully developed knock-

out, rides shotgun.



ASHLEY

Okay - so tell me about your new

job.



GERRY

I hold signs.



ASHLEY

You hold signs?



GERRY

Yeah - like you see them guys on

the corner of a street doing for

stores that are going to be going

out of business.



ASHLEY

What’s the store?



GERRY

Hancock Fabrics, up in Bensalem.



ASHLEY

What’s the pay?



GERRY

70 bucks. I work Saturday in the

morning and Sundays in the after-

noon. It’s 35 bucks a day for -

I think it’s four hours - something

like that. But I get paid to do

nothing. I just put the sign in a

parking lot and walk down to the

courts.



ASHLEY

They have guys that are paid to

watch you, y’know that, right?



GERRY

That’s all bullshit. They woulda

said something to me. As far as

they are concerned, I’m out there

freezing my ass off. As far as I’m

concerned, it’s a license to steal.



A Mercedes-Benz S-Class cuts them off.



ASHLEY

Look at that - wouldn’t you love

to have a car like that? Brand

new, up-to-the-minute unlike this

heap of trash.



Gerry’s grip constricts on the wheel.



GERRY

What are you talking about - we

got something to get us around -

besides the door here, this mother

fucker is tip-top. What we should

be doing is saving up for a house.

Maybe you could, I don’t know, put

some extra hours in flipping some

burgers.



Ashley scoffs and cuffs him upside the head. Gerry is

still focused on the road, back hands her nonchalantly,

but with a little extra vim and vigor.



ASHLEY

Oww!! Gerry!



GERRY

(mumbling)

'Hitting me…

(changing tone)

But seriously, tonight we should

definitely get a bottle of wine.



ASHLEY

Wine?



GERRY

Yeah, like Marsala. I was y’know,

thinking we could have like a, uh,

dreamy night or something.



ASHLEY

You mean - like have a romantic

night or something?



She emphasizes the word "romantic."



GERRY

Yeah.



ASHLEY

Aww, Gerry, that’s so cute. I

love it.



GERRY

But then again, I really shouldn’t

be drinking and driving.


#2

EXT. COURTS - DAY



Gerry parks right next to the courts. There’s a small,

winded game going on between some black KIDS.



ASHLEY

Okay, I’ll see you tonight.



They kiss.



GERRY

I’ll pick you up at – I’ll give

you a call, alright?



Ashley opens the door and gets out, walking to her

house.



GERRY

And have your phone on, godamn it.



He turns to look at the courts. At the far end are

three people who live a hip-hop lifestyle, adorned in

Rockawear and Ecko, engaged in an animated conversation

and smoking cigarettes. They are:



NICK (LITTLE NICKY) FOX (18), a stunted but hardy kid

with a face like granite.



JACK (SLIM JACKIE) McMARTIN (18), a husky Irishman who

carries himself with a don’t-fuck-with-me swagger.



(DIRTY) LARRY REPRICANO (18), tan, suave, and a devious

appearance and an untrustworthy grin to go with it.



NICKY

We was talking about this last

night, would you fuck a horse to

hook up with the hottest girl in

the world?



LARRY

How long are we fucking for here?



NICKY

Til you bust in it’s ass.



SLIM

Oh, no way.



LARRY

That’s some crazy shit - like some

fucked up, repugnant Tom Green

shit.



SLIM

He prolly fucked a horse so he could

get Drew Barrymore. I mean, how

else would a foul motherfucker like

him get Drew Barrymore?



NICKY

Would you go fuck a horse to fuck

Drew Barrymore?



SLIM

Fuck no.



LARRY

She’s okay, but she’s not worth

my reputation.



NICKY

How bout this… would you suck a

horse’s dick to have the hottest

girl in the world for a life time?



SLIM

No.



NICKY

You wouldn’t?



SLIM

I said no, motherfucker. I ain’t

down with that grimey shit.



LARRY

What are we talkin here, like one

stroke or what?



NICKY

No, you gotta suck the horse dick

til it gets a nut off in your mouth.



LARRY

Never. That’s where I draw the line.

Maybe if it was like one, two, MAYBE,

three fucking strokes, I’d consider

it. But adding in the factor of

having to swallow two tons of horse

cum, no fucking way - an ocean of

horse cum, no way, not a chance.



NICKY

Yeah, but you’d be with the hottest

girl in the world. Say if it was…

some one like Jessica Alba or J Lo,

you wouldn’t polish a horse knob

to be with her? You’d be a million-

aire. I’d do it. If anyone busts

my balls about it, I’d just laugh

at 'em, 'I’m a millionaire now, you

ain’t, you can fucking wipe my ass

for all I care.'



SLIM

I got a boundary, y’know, a fucking

boundary…like a perimeter. I have

a line. I ain’t crossing it for no

18-foot horse’s cock just to be rich,

I don’t care if there’s millions

involved, or billions, or trillions,

I don’t care if you offered me a

google, I’m not giving no mother-

fucking horse a blowie. That’s all

there is to it. That’s all there

is fucking to it.



GERRY



watches them from inside his van.



Nicky looks over and sees him.



NICKY

Hey, there he is…



JOE HOLIDAY (14)



“struts” down the sidewalk. He’s a baby-faced youth.

Peers at the van and walks up to it.



JOE

Gerry Lang!



GERRY

In the flesh.



JOE

Long time, no see, Gerry.



Gerry nods and lights up a cigarette.



JOE (cont’d)

How come you don’t come around no

more, man? You know - your presence

at the house would be appreciated -

really. My ma adores you, man - she

hasn’t seen you in so long.



GERRY

You’re right. I should stop around,

say hello.



JOE

Good, good…so you think you can

tighten my wig with that righteous

bush?



GERRY

What? No. I’m not doin that for

ya, sorry. No can do.



JOE

What, c’mon, man. I’m Johnny Boy’s

little brother, you can’t hook me

up?



GERRY

That’s the problem. That’s what I

think of. You know - if your bro

were alive - and saw you standing

here trying to get some trees off

of me, let’s just say he would have

a word with me about it. In fact,

he would beat my ass, then he’d go

and kill me, and that crazy mother

fucker would do it too. That’s

something maybe you don’t know

about Johnny Holiday.



JOE

I just wanna get high, man.



GERRY

Weed is some bad shit, you hear?

That’s some bad shit, weed is some

bad shit - you hear me? You wanna

kill some time, have a beer or two,

maybe fuck your girlfriend a little

more.



The others come over. Larry grabs Joe and playfully puts

him in a headlock.



LARRY

Trying to score? Trying to score?

Huh, you trying to score?



JOE

Get off, get the fuck off me.



Larry relinquishes his grip.



JOE

Asshole.



SLIM

What are you socializing with this

bastard for, Joe? He’s no good.



GERRY

I might be a bastard and I might

be up to no good, but I ain’t a

fucking bastard. I’m a man of my

word and I don’t break a promise.



JOE

What word and what promise?



NICKY

Hey kid, why don’t you take a walk

or somethin, shoot some hoops. Do

somethin proactive, will ya?



JOE

Yeah, whatever, ya’ll drawlin.



Joe walks off, shaking his head.



NICKY

What the fuck did he want?



GERRY

Some weed. I told him to scram.

He’s gonna end up doing it anyway,

but he ain’t copping nothing off

me.



NICKY

Yeah.



SLIM

Gerry, do you mind if I get in your

van, so I can undrape this fifth of

vodka which I have concealed here

under my cumbersome jacket?


#3

INT. VAN (PARKED) - DAY



Larry and Nicky get in the back. Slim sits techie and

pulls a fifth out from inside his jacket. He takes a

couple swigs.



GERRY

How’s it tasting?



SLIM

Oh, fuck me…



He grimaces.



GERRY

(laughing)

You got those percs?



Slim nods, still grimacing. Gerry takes out ten dollars

and they exchange with each other.



SLIM

Wash it down with this.



Gerry pops the percs, grabs the fifth and gulps it down.

His face contorts, disgustingly.



GERRY

Jesus - fuck… you know what?

Jack Palance died two weeks ago.



SLIM

Get out, really? I don’t believe

it.



GERRY

Jack Palance died. How can Jack

Palance die?



NICKY

Fucking young guns got him.



LARRY

(holding up

index finger)

Do you know what the secret of life

is? This. One thing. Just one

thing. You stick to that and the

rest don’t mean shit.



They laugh.



SLIM

I’m so hungry I could eat the ass

end out of a dead rhino.



LARRY

You know the way you cut your meat

reflects the way you live?



NICKY

What the fuck?



SLIM

I could go for a two ton cheese

steak.



GERRY

You know what, that sounds pretty

fucking delicious right now.



He revs up the engine and the van jerks forward.



AGAINST BLACK, TITLE CARD:



"ALL DUE RESPECT"



FADE IN:



INT. VAN (PARKED) - NIGHT



Gerry sits snorting cocaine off the wheel, tilting head

back, closing eyes, taking in the euphoric pleasure.



The radio blares rap (preferably a 50 diss by The Game).



EXT. KINDERGARDEN BUILDING - NIGHT



Nicky, Slim, Larry, Ashley & LOCK (18) are boozing, the

cases set aside near Gerry’s van. Lock smokes a gotti

blunt.



NICKY

Lock…



LOCK

Yeah.



NICKY

Answer this question for me.



LOCK

What?



NICKY

If you could have the hottest girl

in the world – for a life time –

would you suck off a horse’s dick?



ASHLEY

(repulsed)

Eww, what the hell?



SLIM

We have to talk about this again?



ASHLEY

I know, really.



NICKY

I just wanna see what Lock has to

say. We was talkin about this

today.



LARRY

Nicky said he’d do it.



LOCK

Well, Nicky’s a lil virus-breeding

faggot.



NICKY

It could be any girl you want, J Lo,

Jessica Alba, Jenna Jameson, whoever.

You’d be with her forever, whatever

money she makes, you get. You’d be

a millionaire.



LOCK

No.



SLIM

Thank you.



NICKY

How bout you, Ash? Would you do

it for the hottest guy in the

world?



ASHLEY

That’s a sick question, you are a

sick fuck - and I’m not that sick

that I’m gonna answer it.



She walks to the van, gets in, and rolls down the window.



INT. VAN



Nicky comes over.



NICKY

Gerry, can I ask you a question?



GERRY

Fire away.



NICKY

Would you suck off a horse cock to

to have the most beautiful girl in

the world for a life time?



Gerry lights a cigarette.



GERRY

I don’t gotta suck no horse cock to

get the most beautiful girl in the

world. I already have her. Right

here.



He pats Ashley’s leg and takes a drag.



ASHLEY

(beaming)

Aww, that’s so sweet.



She gives Nicky a dirty look, then rolls up the window.



ASHLEY

Beat it.



GERRY

That kid’s head is a cess pool.



ASHLEY

But you’re too sweet.



She turns down the volume of the music.



EXT. KINDERGARDEN BUILDING



Lock is mid-chant.



LOCK

Fuck, fuck, fuck, mother-mother

fuck, mother-mother fuck-fuck.

Mother-fuck, mother-fuck, mother-

fuck, noinch, noinch, noinch,

smoking weed, smoking weed, doing

coke, drinking beers, beers, beers!

Who smokes the blunts? We smoke

the blunts! Where’s that from,

boys?



SLIM

JAY AND SILENT BOB.



LOCK

That’s right. Fifteen bucks, lil

man. Put that shit in my hand.



Larry starts beatboxing.



LOCK

If the money does not show, then

you owe-me-owe-me-owe!



Nicky cuts him off, beginning to rap to Larry’s beat.



NICKY

You better take heed while I step

and bring these/blow me like a

spring breeze while I spread like

cream cheese



INT. VAN



NICKY (OS)

(muffled)

/in the zone to get with any chick

I please/except for Gerry’s girl cuz

I don’t want no STD’s



ASHLEY

(disgusted)

Oh my God, did you hear that?



Gerry roars with laughter.



EXT. KINDERGARDEN BUILDING



NICKY

/diseases spread and Gerry’s the

cause of all of it/herpes on his

tonsils cause he loves to swallow

jizz/Slim you come correct and your

rhymes have none to check/but if I

could take one sec to point out you

are ugly none-the-less/you loveless

just like Xena in real life/cause

wearin spandex is the only time you

feel tight/creatin buzz with these

lines/spittin somethin I can sell/

these emcees are either shook, or

they frontin like Pharell/it ain’t

hard to tell I spit more bars than

a cell/punches scorched, and leave

you burned in lyrical hell/Gerry,

I hate to state your name again/

you didn’t pass English til you

took a position in front of Mr.

Nejman.



The music in the van booms louder, drowning out Nicky.


#4

INT. VAN



Ashley turns the volume down again. She takes the cig

out of his hand and takes a few puffs.



Gerry reaches below the seat and pulls out a bottle of

wine, popping it open.



GERRY

Party time.



He guzzles it, then passes it to Ashley. She sips it.

Gerry takes back his cigarette, takes a drag, then

flicks it - at the rolled up window - and doesn’t see it

til it plummets back onto his lap.



GERRY

Fuck me! FUCK ME!



Gerry jumps around, rolls down the window, looks for

the cigarette, finds it, and throws it out.



Ashley laughs at what just happened. Gerry glowers at

her, but his glare starts to transform into a smile.



He leans over and kisses her passionately, then pulls

back. She stares at him, bewildered.



Gerry runs his eyes all over her.



GERRY

What?



ASHLEY

Nobody has ever kissed me the way

you did.



GERRY

Nobody?



ASHLEY

Nobody.



GERRY

Not one? Not even by all the guys

you’ve been kissed by?



ASHLEY

How many guys do you think there’ve

been?



GERRY

What am I, a psychic?



ASHLEY

You’re the best.



She overlaps him and they make out like crazy.



Gerry reaches around her –



– PLUGS THE KEYS IN THE IGNITION, STARTS ENGINE.



ASHLEY

(in between

kissing)

What… are…you doing?



Gerry puts it in reverse, then takes off.



GERRY

Blowing this popsicle stand, sugar

pop.



EXT. KINDERGARDEN BUILDING



They watch him drive off, chaotically swerving back and

forth.



LARRY

Where the fuck’s he going?



INT. BED ROOM - NIGHT



The door is kicked open and Gerry carries Ashley in and

flops her down on the bed. He gazes at her for a few

seconds.



GERRY

You know you get me harder than

Chinese arithmetic.



She begins to unbutton her shirt sensuously, grinning a

little.



ASHLEY

Come and get it.



Gerry hurtles himself onto her. They roll around kissing

each other. She caresses his entire body.



Gerry kicks off his pants. She stimulates him with her

hand, kissing him tenderly. As he starts to moan, she

goes to straddle him and brings him inside her.



They make love. As he’s about to come, he clinches her

close to him. She embraces back.



ASHLEY

I love you.



GERRY

(quietly)

You fucking better.



INT. BED ROOM - LATER



Ashley’s naked, shapely body lay next to Gerry, cuddled

closely. He’s sitting upright, banging a line of coke

off an index card.



ASHLEY

(annoyed)

Why do you do that?



GERRY

(wiping nose)

Do what?



ASHLEY

You know what I mean.



GERRY

This?



ASHLEY

Yeah. It’s dumb.



GERRY

I guess that makes me dumb.



ASHLEY

You know – I had a cousin and I

have another cousin that used to

do coke. One got into a program

called Cocaine Anonymous and the

other was shot dead over a nickel

bag of smack. Shot thirteen times.

In the head.



GERRY

That shit only fucking happens to

dead-beat niggers.



ASHLEY

Well, it happened to my cousin,

so it can happen to anybody. I

got the brochures for the place.



GERRY

What place?



ASHLEY

Cocaine Anonymous.



GERRY

Man, fuck a Cocaine Anonymous!

Ain’t going to that place - I’m

not a goddamn junkie.



ASHLEY

You just need to hit rock bottom

first before you realize that is

a place you need to go to.



GERRY

Life is laying the smackdown on

me everyday. I’m fine. You ought

to get dressed for Beaumont’s.



ASHLEY

Isn’t he a cotton shooter?



GERRY

He’s also called King Kong – so

don’t be sitting anywhere on his

couches unless you wanna get poked

in the ass by a hypodermic needle.



ASHLEY

You don’t gotta worry about me.



GERRY

I stay worrying, I’m in constant

discomfort.



INT. BEAUMONT’S HOUSE - PARTY - NIGHT



It’s a big bash: everybody talking loudly, bonging beers,

and having a good time.



Larry & Slim sit on a couch drinking brew, watching a TV

movie. It’s FRIDAY THE 13TH PART II.



Joe Holiday walks into the room and stops half-way in

front of the TV. Seconds later, he notices them.



JOE

Hey fellas, what are you doing?



LARRY

(mock serious)

Look who it is, your friend and mine,

King Turd of Shit Mountain. Don’t

you mind what we’re doing - just get

the fuck out of the way.



Joe comes over and sits next to Larry. He sees what

they are watching.



JOE

Jason, huh? He’s a beast.



LARRY

Yeah, snapped that dude in half in

FREDDY VS JASON.



JOE

That ain’t nothin, in JASON LIVES,

he ripped a heart out.



LARRY

I know. He’s a nut. Imagine havin

him after you, though? I could never

live right again. I’d be afraid to

sleep.



JOE

I’d grab a taxi, tell him take me

where ever. Bill me what ever.



LARRY

I’d fly off to the west coast. Give

it like a month then keep flying

from east to west every month.



JOE

(laughing)

He can teleport. Remember JASON TAKES

MANHATTAN?



LARRY

Never saw that.

(ill at ease)

But thanks for ruining my Jason

escape plan, asshole.



Larry turns to watch the rest of the movie, completely

stone-faced. Joe shifts his weight, uncomfortable now,

and watches too.



MEGAN (18) walks into the room. She’s a gangsta in every

sense of the word, the way she dresses, the way she talks,

her mannerisms, everything.



MEGAN

Slim, can I talk to you?



SLIM

What?



MEGAN

Outside.



SLIM

I’m watching a movie here.



MEGAN

Move your fat mother fucking ass,

Slim. Outside. Now.



Slim gets up, marching past her.



SLIM (OS)

(under breath;

partially heard)

Calling me fat, I’ll fucking kill

ya.



Larry glances at them for a second, then returns his eyes

to the TV.



JOE

What’s that all about?



LARRY

Shut up.


#5

STAIRS



Nicky escorts blond and curvy LISA (14) up the stairs,

slowly, telling a joke. The girl is plastered.



NICKY

One day, a man went on a business

trip to Florida. He sees a hooker

and asks "how much for a hand job?“

The hooker says “100 bucks.” The

man says “a 100 bucks? That’s lotta

goddamn money.” So the hooker pulls

him aside and says “see that Mercedes,

I paid for that by giving hand jobs.“

So he pays her the money and gets

the best hand he ever had.



HALL



NICKY (cont’d)

The next day he sees her and asks

"how much for a blow job?” She says

"200 dollars.” “200 dollars, that’s

a lot of money.” She pulls him aside

and says “you see that yacht by the

pier, I paid for that yacht by givin

blow jobs.” So he gives her the money

and gets the best head of his life

– in here, baby.



BED ROOM



Lisa enters first, Nicky behind her, locking the door,

still in the middle of his joke.



NICKY (cont’d)

And when I say the best head, she

sucked like a vaccuum cleaner, so

hard that she sucked his brains out

his dick.



Walks over to the bed and sits down, still talking.



NICKY

On his last day in Florida, he goes

to the hooker and says the hand job

was good, the blow job was great,

how much for the whole package?” She

says “1000 dollars.” “1000 dollars,

that’s a lot of goddamn money.” So

she pulls him aside and says "you

see that island? I could afford that

if I had a pussy."



Lisa doesn’t laugh. It looks as if she wasn’t even

paying any attention to what he was saying.



Nicky stares at her beautiful figure.



NICKY

Damn girl, you like a model, I swear

it. How old are you?



LISA

Fooouurrr–nineteen.

(giggling)

You?



Nicky freezes up - then lies through his teeth.



NICKY

15.



LISA

You look older.



NICKY

I get that a lot.



Lisa gets on her knees, unzips Nicky’s pants, and puts

her head down into his lap.



As she pleasures him with oral sex, he lights up a cig

and enjoys the first drag.



EXT. BACKYARD



Megan sits on the lap of DUME (25), black, a wannabe

gangsta, tough on the surface, but not the real deal.



Slim sits across from them, sucking on a straw that’s

placed inside his beer can. He’s got a poker face on.



DUME

Slim, right? Listen, motherfucka,

your uncle owes my girl here money

for percs. Now she says that he’s

been dodging her for weeks. Makin

up lil fucking excuses, just fucking

holding out. You tell your uncle he

better pay Megan back or else he’s

in for something, ya heard? I don’t

give a fuck, I know people, if you

ain’t thinking I’m serious – I’d have

'em run up in yo crib and blast away

any one they see. I’m remorseless,

I got no feelings. We’re crazy like

that. Grandmas, aunt’s little baby,

anyone. I’m serious as a heart

attack.



Slim’s expression remains blank, sipping his beer.



DUME (cont’d)

I don’t mean to threat, but that’s

what most likely will happen if shit

don’t get straightend out, naw what

I mean, young buck? You don’t want

ya house being sprayed with bullets

now, do ya, over a measily ten bills,

do ya?



Slim remains unruffled, the threats not fazing him.



DUME (cont’d)

I don’t think so. I don’t think so

at all. Just go back and tell your

uncle the deal, and if he doesn’t do

what’s said, there’s gonna be some

fucking problems.



Dume stops speaking, waiting for a response. He gets

none.



DUME

Am I speakin to a wall? It feels

like I’m speakin to a wall here.



Slim doesn’t retort, sipping the last bit of beer.



DUME

What… did it go in one ear and

out the other? You best be telling

your uncle first thing, pronto.



Still eyeing Dume, Slim notices Megan, a little uneasy,

mouthing the words "please."



SLIM

Will do, sweetie.



Dume & Slim share a look. If looks could kill, Dume

would be recently departed.



INSIDE



Larry & Joe are still watching FRIDAY THE 13TH PART II.



Gerry & Ashley enter. Gerry sees Joe and becomes livid.



GERRY

What the fuck is he doing here?



LARRY

Your guess is as good as mine.



Gerry gaits his way over to Joe, grabs him by the collar,

and hauls him off.



ASHLEY

Gerry!



JOE

What the hell? What did –



INT. BATHROOM



Gerry slams him up against the wall, still gripping his

collar.



JOE

– I do? What the fuck is your

damn problem?



GERRY

What in the fuck are you doing here,

you little squirt? Shouldn’t you be

out in the woods drinking some cheap

ass beer with your friends and not

at some drug addict’s house? Why

the fuck are you here?



JOE

I know Beaumont’s sister - that’s

why. She invited me.



GERRY

Why the fuck are you here?



JOE

Beaumont’s sister invited me here.



Gerry’s grip tautens.



GERRY

What did you do here, Joe, huh???

What the fuck are you on?

(examining Joe’s

eyes)

Did Beaumont offer you anything - did

anybody offer you anything?



JOE

No, goddamn it. I’ve just had a

few beers, that’s all. That’s it.



GERRY

A few beers, that’s it? I’m gonna

ask you one more time and you’ll

answer me like I’m Jesus Christ him-

self, or may you die of cancer of

the eye! Did you do any heavy shit

tonight?



JOE

I said NO!! Now get your fucking

hands off me!



Gerry takes his hands off of Joe, looks at him wearily.



JOE

The fuck you trying to be, Gerry, my

big brother - why you always looking

out for me all the time? Why?



GERRY

I made a promise.



JOE

You are always talking about this

promise. I don’t get it, what the

fuck is this promise? I ask what

it is and fuckin Nicky basically in

so many words tells me to fuck off.



GERRY

It’s hard to explain.



JOE

Tell me, what the fuck is this

promise. I wanna know.



GERRY

(eyeing the floor)

I made a promise with…



JOE

With who?



GERRY

Listen – I just don’t like seeing

you here. There’s a lot of creeps

and nobodies here, all they do is

snort and shoot. I don’t want you

falling into the trap. Get hammered

and decide to bang a line, or pop

some fucking pills. You in the woods,

worst thing you could do is try to

hop the cap. At least you can come

back from a broken leg or two.



They just stare at each other.



JOE

I need a cold beer.



GERRY

Yeah well, I need to get jacked.


#6

INT. BASEMENT



Gerry & Joe stand at a bar in the corner of the room –

bottles of cheap liquor stacked. Gerry takes out two shot

glasses and quickly pours large shots of Jack Daniels.



The wall is filled with portraits and visual renderings

of legendary Hollywood figures: FRANK SINATRA, DEAN

MARTIN, AL PACINO, JAMES CAGNEY.



Gerry & Joe raise their glasses, salute each other, and

drain the shots. Joe’s face twists. Gerry looks at all

the photographs on the wall - they look as if they are

inspecting him - and pours another.



Bangs it down.



SINATRA



Bangs it down.



DINO



Bangs it down.



PACINO



Bangs it down.



CAGNEY



Slim walks down the steps, looking around, and spots

Gerry with Joe. Walks over to them.



SLIM

You won’t believe what happened.



GERRY

What?



SLIM

Uncle Benny owes Megan ten bucks for

percs. She’s got Dume the goon up-

stairs threatening me… Benny…

my family, he’s gonna do-this-do

that, the works, if Benny don’t pay

up.



JOE

Fuck him, let’s go beat his ass.



GERRY

You keep your mouth shut and let

the grown-ups handle it.



Joe glares at Gerry.



GERRY (cont’d)

What, you got beer muscles all of

a sudden?



Gerry pours Joe another shot.



GERRY

Stay here. Where’s, umm, Nicky

and Larry at?



SLIM

Larry’s dropping some friends off

at the pool, Nicky’s upstairs some

where.



GERRY

Alright, get Nicky and let’s do

this shit.



HALL



Nicky exits the room he was in, zipping up his pants

and buckling his belt, talking on his cell.



NICKY

(into cell phone)

I’ll be down stairs in a sec.



He walks down the steps, dodging people, and reaches

the floor of the party, looking for Gerry & Slim.



He spots them and they join up.



NICKY

Alright, where’s he at?



SLIM

I dunno.



Lock and BEAUMONT, black, high, walks by them. Gerry

pulls Beaumont aside.



GERRY

Beaumont, do you know where Dume

is?



BEAUMONT

Dume?



SLIM

Black, 25, about 5’9".



LOCK

Uh, yo, I think he left.



NICKY

He left?



LOCK

I sold him a nickel bag and him

and his girl said they was out.



NICKY

You sold him a nickel bag? And

he’s gone now?



LOCK

Yeah, he said they was gonna go

blaze an el.



BEAUMONT

Niggaz, if you got beef with this

Dume nigga, take that shit outside

of my house. Got that?



Gerry, Slim & Nicky are disenchanted.



BEAUMONT (cont’d)

Did you hear me? I said, ya’ll

take problems outside, ight?



NICKY

Shut the fuck up, Beaumont, ain’t

gonna be no problems tonight.



BEAUMONT

Don’t be telling me to shut the

fuck up. I will beat yo ass, I

will break yo heart.



NICKY

(brushing him off)

You ain’t doing shit, homes.



INT. HIGH SCHOOL - S. SIDE BATHROOM - DAY



Gerry strolls in, his high school uniform (grey pants,

white shirt, black sweater & tie) untucked, mumbling “I

Get Around” by The Beach Boys.



GERRY

"Gettin bugged drivin up and down

the same old strip, gotta find a

new place where the kids are hip, I

get around…"



He enters the last



STALL



Locking it behind him. Drops his pants and sits down on

the can, pulling out a cigarette and a lighter, sparking

his cig, still singing imperceptibly.



GERRY

"My buddies and me are gettin real

well known. Yeah, the bad guys

know us and they leave us alone.

I get around round round I get

around from town to town. Get

around round round I get around,

I’m a real cool head."



Slow shuffling of feet cut him off.



NICKY & SLIM



stand around the corner wall. They both pull out smokes.



NICKY

I wanna know who the mother fucker

is who thinks it’s cute to tag the

bath room every single day of the

week.



SLIM

I find the piss-ant, I’m telling ya

right now, I’m smacking the marker

out of his hand and I’m telling him,

either ya stop it or you are getting

rocked, plain and fuckin simple,

that is it. I see teachers I ain’t

seen in four years walking in here

just to see what’s new on the walls.



GERRY (OS)

It’s some freshman or a sophomore,

y’know, they come in here, I was in

in here third period, I was taking a

shit, and the little squirt walked

in and did his thing.



NICKY

It’s bringinf unnecessary heat, Gerry.

There’s no need for him to do that

shit, y’know? I see him, he ain’t

getting no warnings, I’m cleaning

his clock. I don’t fuck around with

any of them young bucks. I wanna

enjoy a cigarette in peace, know

what I mean?



SLIM

Things are so fucked up now, you got

G-Man walking in every period with

a set of rags and bottle of fucking

Windex.



NICKY

’Works before you wipe.'



SLIM

I’m about to wipe the floor with

that fucking spook Dume.



The mere mention of Dume’s name sets Nicky off.



NICKY

That stinky - apple-pickin - congo

lip - bush-boogying - babooma - blue-

gummer! That mother fucker. I

don’t even think he’s got a clue

who Benny is, does he?



SLIM

Not a clue.



GERRY (OS)

Well, if we don’t stand up for

each other, we are dead.



NICKY

Fuck that cricket. He wants to

play tough guy, we’ll play, we’ll

fucking play. Have Larry to call

Cornelius and tell him to meet me

at the big steps. This motherfucking

Double A is looking to get sprayed,

laid, played and slayed.



Nicky takes a drag, seething with anger.



NICKY (cont’d)

Tell Benny he don’t gotta worry

about his debt no more.


#7

EXT. PARKING LOT - DAY



Gerry’s in hyper drive, doing 150mph down the lot. He

slams the breaks and comes to a screeching halt by the

steps, occupied by Dume.



Nicky gets out, followed by Gerry & Slim, and storms

his way straight into Dume’s face.



DUME

What’s good, Little Nicky?



NICKY

Don’t you fucking “Little Nicky” me,

you negroid, you. Where the fuck do

you get off saying you’re gonna go

and kill Slim’s uncle?



DUME

Benny.



NICKY

Benny! What’d you think, it wasn’t

gonna get around?



DUME

You sticking your beak into business

that you ain’t supposed to, Nicky.



NICKY

You said Benny’s in for something?!

You’re gonna ice Slim’s grandmother!

You and who, the bloods?!



DUME

I said they’ll be a serious problem,

yeah, that’s what I said.



NICKY

I don’t know whether you know this

or not, but your ass ain’t on the

ground right now because I haven’t

decided to do anything yet!



DUME

I -



NICKY

I’m what counts out here, not your

little half-assed threats, or your

Schwarzenigger physique - or your

fucking imaginary gang of crips -

not your fucking fitted or your

fucking white tee – and what the

fuck are you dressed like that for

anyway?! You a baby gangsta! I’m

what counts.



DUME

You got some cajones, y’know that,

for a little guy your size.



NICKY

With all due respect, get this through

your head, you smokey, silverback,

spear-chucking motherfucker, you.

You don’t ever come around this

neighborhood saying you’re gonna kill

anybody, especially Benny, whom by

the way, I consider one of my own

family members! You think you’re

Larry Hoover, think you’re fucking

big time - everyone here would take

a piece of your fucking spook ass!

You’re fucking warned. You fucking

hear me? Ya fucking hear me, I

said you’re fucking warned!



DUME

Ya’ll sweet young bouls need to

bounce like a bad check before ya

get embarrassed.



Nicky swings at Dume, a devastating haymaker that connects,

taking him straight off his feet, tumbling down the steps.



The three of them walk down after him.



NICKY

I’m not embarrassed. How bout you,

Slim, you embarrassed?



SLIM

Nah.



NICKY

You embarrassed, Gerry?



Gerry nods no.



NICKY (cont’d)

See, we ain’t embarrassed.



They start to dance all over Dume, kicking him viciously

and repetitively till he’s a bloody mess.



NICKY

What happened to the fucking tough

guy told my friend he was gonna

run up in his house and spray his

family with bullets? Huh? What in

the blue fuck happened?!



Gerry bends over and dips Dume’s pockets, pulling out a

wallet and pack of smokes. Checks the wallet: $200.



GERRY

This is mine now, buckwheat.



DUME

You motherfucker. I’ll getchu, I -

I’m gonna getchu.



Gerry kicks him in the stomach and Dume rolls over.



NICKY

Speak again - you’re getting sent

back to Africa via a shipping

cargo. I dare ya.



DUME

(mumbling)

Chicken shits…



Nicky just looks at Gerry & Slim, shocked. He starts

kicking Dume again.



GERRY

C’mon - let’s get the fuck outta

here - get some steaks. It’s on

me.

(pause)

Or should I say it’s on Dume?



Gerry refers to the wallet, and laughing together, they

jog up the steps and back to the van, taking off.



DUME

(through gasps)

I’m’a getchu!


#8

“negroid”… if he’s black call him black. if you don’t wanna use the “N” word get colorful and avoid race all together. call him a black bastard if you want. I mean you did say ‘spear chucker’. what year is this from anyway? what were you doing watching MASH when you wrote this?



it’s not bad, needs a little work though.


#9

I felt it suited the character better to use racial slurs.



I know ppl who referred to those slurs, hence inspired by true evnts.



I dont see anybody 18 saying “you black bastard!” kids say niggers and

whatever else


#10

where do you live??? are you from the states???


#11

Hey don’t get me wrong- I liked the script well enough, it just seems that the dialouge is a little forced- like you’re trying to edge in puns and funny stuff- without it sounding all that natural.



But hey, its alright- and take what I say with a pinch of salt anyways- I have just got two short scripts under my belt after all. But all the same the characters are a bit cliche- but this only Act I I guess.


#12

rewritten/more…50 pages…below:



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