Vol. 1 Issue 23
Fuck it. I have to post something, even if it's days late and has nothing to do with anything. This is the opening scene to a screenplay....
Fuck it. I have to post something, even if it's days late and has nothing to do with anything. This is the opening scene to a screenplay....
INT.-GRAND CENTRAL STATION- LATE AFTERNOON/EVENING- winter
Scene opens with DESHAWN staring up at the out-of-state
departures board, lost in thought. He is a tall, black teenager, wearing an expensive
yet subtle overcoat under which he wears suit a sleek suit. He carries an expensive,
designer shoulder bag. He looks like any other young New York professional.
DESHAWN walks through the station eventually boarding the Metro
North. On board he is shown conspicuously reading the Wall Street Journal. The
train departs. It is packed, but is not yet sardine-like. When it arrives at
125th people pile on. DESHAWN gives up his seat to an older white
woman with a cane. We hear and exchange of thanks.
As he stands in the aisle DESHAWN shuffles through his bag, and
we see copies of both Scientific America and Electronics World. The bag has two
separate compartments. The one in back is zipped. The one in front contains the
personal items that we see.
The train makes a stop or two, many people get off, but fewer
people get on. DESHAWN takes the train to the New Canaan stop, the final stop.
EXT.- NICE AFFLUENT NEIGHBURHOOD-tWILIGHT
DESHAWN gets off a mostly empty train at New Canaan,
Connecticut. He walks down the darkening, rustic looking main street of New
Canaan to a Starbucks.
INT.- STARBUCKS
We see him order a coffee and sit. He takes out his computer and
conspicuously connects to Starbucks’ internet. He takes out an iPod-looking,
handheld GPS device and plugs the device into the USB. We see a “loading”
symbol on the computer. Although DESHAWN remains cool we see him shift in his
seat and jiggle his leg in impatience with the slow connection.
Once the webpage finally loads, we see a very obvious map of
the tri-state area with a flashing cursor. He types a few commands on the
keyboard, then push a few buttons on the iPod-like device’s touch screen. Instantly,
the cursor very obviously changes position on the map. He pushes buttons on the
screen a few more times, and each time the cursor shifts to another position.
We get a quick shot of small GPS router devices, obviously
set-up before hand specifically for the purpose of interference, in each of
these locations.
INT.- SOUTH bROOKYLN- KingS PLAZA MALL- BATHROOM
There is woman adjusting herself in the mirror. The tracker is
stuck under the counter.
INT.- Aqueduct RACETRACK- Viewing area
Tracker is under a seat. Also, race is under way. We are shown
spectators inside, behind a glass-viewing window. We hear an ANNOUNCER.
announcer
-And the final stretch now! It’s neck and neck between Run-a-Dub-Dub
and Shady Grove, but here comes Tie Dye making a final push. Now it’s Tie Dye
passing Shady Grove, can she do it? No! It’s Run-a-Dub-Dub, the favorite, with
the half-length win!
Some spectators cheer, others throw down their tickets and
curse.
EXT.- 242nd st station, Bronx
Tracking device stuck under platform bench. 1 train pulls in,
we hear the conductor.
CONDUCTOR
This is 242nd Street Van Cortlandt Park. Final
Stop. All passengers must exit the train.
EXT.- RUTGERS UNIVERSITY- cAMPUS COMMUNTER BUS
Tracker attached to underside of bus as bus’ door closes and it
drives away. This is the final cursor we see on DESHAWN’s screen, and explains
how the cursor is constantly moving on grid.
INT.- STARBUCKS (AGAIN)
Satisfied, DESHAWN disconnects from the internet and puts away
his computer. He looks at his watch, pulls out one of the magazines and starts
reading.
INT. – CAR DRIVING ON FREEWAY- TWILIGHT
MAN and a WOAMAN in a car. Both are forty- something society
types, well-dressed, perfectly groomed, upper class, (almost) caricatures of
New York embellishment.
WOMAN
So guess what I heard from Kathy today? Apparently Jackie
just got some work done (Cups her breasts in emphasis). Can you believe that?
At her age!
Man
(INTO PHONE EARPIECE) Don’t worry about it. We're going to
stay where we are with this thing. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.
Don’t listen to him. (TO WOMAN) Who is Jackie again?
WOMan
You must remember her. She was at the Williamson’s last weekend-
with Donald.
Man
Senior VP Donald? You mean that eighteen-year-old blonde?
Her? Work? She didn’t need it.
WOMan
I know…Wait, what do you mean she didn’t need it! You really
think she looks that good? She is not
eighteen. You really think she looks eighteen?
man
What honey, no, I didn’t mean anything like that. It’s just
that she looks young, that’s all. Come on hon, you know how hot you are! (Grabs
her hand and kisses it. INTO PHONE) No, I
am promising you that we're good here. I talked to Hong Kong myself
directly this morning.
WOMAN
You really mean that? (She looks at herself in the mirror) You
know that he moved her into his place on Riverside. The brownstone.
MAN
(TO WOMAN) Ha-ha. Fucking Donald. Made her get the boobs
before she got the move, huh?
WOMAN
(LOOKS AT HIM…DRYLY) Ha, ha.
MAN
What about wifey Barbara? (INTO PHONE) No, not you Bob. I
didn’t say move!... Ok, yes I did, but not to you…to my wife…so what…Hey
asshole, that’s my wife your talking about. (Glances at wife).
Woman
(Dryly again) My hero…(Pause) Wifey is staying in the
Hamptons, indefinitely.
man
(INTO PHONE) Look, we talked about this. We’re going to stick
with the South Africans here…I don’t give a shit what Jerry said. No, don’t do
that…hello? (TO WOMAN) Cocksucker put me on hold…
woman
Lovely…Anyway, apparently now that Jackie’s moved in she’s
been quite the little socialite, or so I’ve heard. Kathy went over the other
night. They tried to order Chinese. Place almost wouldn’t deliver. They kept
asking for the apartment number. Jackie was like “no, it’s just 87 Riverside.”
Can you believe that?
Man
(Inattentively) Wow. Sounds like quite a predicament.
WOMAN
What are talking about predicament? There’s no predicament!
Are you even listening to…
man
(INTO PHONE) Yes I’m still here. No, no, no. We’re not gonna
sell! We’re gonna, stay, stay , stay…yeah…No. Fuck you too. Hello? HELLO?!
Gomdammit.
woman
It’s not like she’s invited us over.
A panel on the rearview mirror, an LCD screen, starts to flash.
The car’s GPS and security system controls are located there.
mAN
(Taps on the screen) Shit. This thing's acting up again. You
pay the extra couple bucks for the security upgrade…
(INTO PHONE) Hello. Yes, this is he. Yes, I know, I’m driving
it. No, we’re in Connecticut. I know what it says but were in Connecticut. (TO
WOMAN) Tell’em we’re not in Jersey.
WOMAN
(Loudly) But we are in Jersey.
MAN
What? No.(INTO PHONE) No she, said we’re not. The thing’s being acting up all week. I already talked to
someone there about this anyway, another agent.
WOMAN
(Laughing) Oh my God, help, police, I’m being kidnapped!!
man
Hey, shut up Woman!(INTO PHONE) No. She’s joking, I’m not a
kidnapper, that’s my wife. What?(Pause) Hey buddy, that’s my wife your talking
about.
woman
(Laughing) Please, come arrest him. Please!
man
Just turn the GPS off for a few days until I take it in!. Hello?
Hello? …Security upgrade my ass. (To WOMAN) Thanks a lot! (grabs her knee and
squeezes).
woman
(She writhes playfully in pain) You know dear, we might want to
consider an upgrade in your phone edict.
They laugh. The Camera pans out to show the car- an Audi R8 GT
Sypder- taking an exit off the freeway.
EXT- OUTSIDE HOUSE- AFFLUENT NEIGHBURHOOD- NIGHT
Car pulls up on the street in front of house. There is a second
luxury sedan already parked in the driveway. MAN and WOMAN exit car and go into
house.
INT.- STARBUCKS -(again)
DESHAWN packs up his stuff and leaves the Starbucks. He walks
outside, where there is a taxi he called.
deshawn
(TO DRIVER) Car for Mike?
THE DRIVER nods. THE DRIVER drops DESHAWN off on the corner of
nice tree lined street.
DESHAWN begins to walk down the block and he spots the AUDI. Some
local traffic passes. We see DESHAWN remove some tools
from his bag 1. A metal tool about three-times
the length of a cigarette. It is connected to something inside his bag by a few
wires, and 2. Another iPod looking
device, similar to the one he had in the Starbucks. As he approaches car the
alarm bleeps a warning. He waits few seconds.
He comes up fast behind the passenger side tail light, the
alarm bleeps again. He turns to pretend to lean on the car as if it were his
own, pushes the cigarette device into middle of plastic rear light cover. It
heats up red-hot and melts through. The car bleeps twice. DESHAWN withdraws the
device, flings the hot end melter on the ground, attaches another prong-like
end, inserts it back into the car’s light, and then hammers the device further
into the light with the palm of his hand. The alarm goes off, but only for a
second.
He ducks down in front of the driver side and waits a second to
make sure he is not busted.
DESHAWN hits a button on his bag device and the alarm stops;
the car goes dead. Hitting a few buttons on the iPod device he is able to
unlock the car.
As he grabs the door handle he breathes deeply. He enters the
AUDI where he puts a timer on the dash, which immediately starts counting down
from 30 seconds, then: DESHAWN takes out an auto key programmer (AKP), kneels
down to plug in it underneath the dash, but it is tricky to find the correct
wires. The security light begins to flash on the door as the system recovers
power. He has 20 seconds left on
timer.
He successfully plugs the AKP in. We clearly see that while one wire of the AKP is plugged into the
car, the other is attached to a copy of an Audi
wireless key.
He pushes a few more buttons, pops the hood, goes around to front
of car, unplugs the passenger side headlight and reconnects it three times. He
goes back into the car’s interior. There are five seconds left on the timer.
We see him scroll down to Audi R8 on the lit-up LCD screen of
the AKP. The AKP flashes KEY COMPLETE- START CAR! He hits the START ENGINE
button on the AUDI’s dash. We hear the bleep-bleep of the alarm being disabled.
The timer runs out and is flashing.
Just before he closes the door he goes back and picks up the
metal piece he dropped on the ground before. He speeds off.
He drives a few blocks away, pulls over, grabs the rearview
mirror with both hands and rips it off. He opens the mid-engine compartment,
while the cars is still running, and rips out the GPS. He walks to the rear-end
and changes the license plate.
A garbage truck approaches. DESHAWN throws the GPS into a trash
pile and speeds off. We see the garbage truck pick up the discarded car parts and
GPS. As the garbage truck passes by the camera we see the street sign PATTERSON
AVE.
INT.- INSIDE HOUSE- NIGHT
MAN and WOMAN are inside their house. The MAN’s security system
alerts him on his smart-phone that his car’s security system has been
activated.
Man
(Sarcastically) Hey look honey, the GPS is going off again.
It’s saying that the car’s driving down Patterson.
Woman
Next time, we’re buying American.
She glances out the window, does a double take as she realizes
the car is actually gone.
woman
Ahh, where exactly on Patterson did you say it was?
man
Ha, actually, it’s saying it’s pulling up in front of the
house now!
The man comes to the window and looks as the garbage truck
pulls up and the garbage men start collecting their trash.
EXT.- DARK- STREET OUTSIDE SECTION OF WAREHOUSE
DESHAWN pulls up outside warehouse and sends a text message.
Door opens. He drives in.
INT.- INSIDE WAREHOUSE
There are some nice cars parked around. DESHAWN is directed to
drive straight into an open shipping container where he parks.
Deshawn
(Still inside container) Yeaaahh baby! Damn, motherfucker
whose getting this beauty better be damn grateful. Boss, this one took a long…
He emerges from inside the container and notices that it is not
his regular crew.
Deshawn- Con’t
Who the fuck are you?
MR.SMITH is an older man from the Eastern Bloc, wearing a suit.
MR.SMITH
Mr. Johnson, Presume? I’ve seem some of your work. I must
say, very impressive.
Deshawn
Where’s Giovanni? (Yells and looks around) GIOVAANI?
GIOVANNI?
DESHAWN tries to walk around MR.SMITH, but is blocked.
MR.SMITH
Giovanni, is not here.
He holds out his hand for DESHAWN to shake.
mr.smith- CON’T
I am, Mr. Smith.
deshawn
You serious? You, MR.SMITH? Ok, I’m sorry guys. I just got a
message from Giovanni. He told me to come here. I must have made a mistake.
DESHAWN takes out his phone. MR.SMITH sends DESHAWN a text
which appears on DESHAWN’s screen as Giovanni. They look at each other,
MR.SMITH smiles.
Deshawn
What the fuck is this?
Mr. smITH
I really do appreciate the work you’ve done this evening Mr.
Johnson. Please come with me. We have some more important business to discuss.
deshawn
You know Mr. Smith, actually, I think I’ll just grab my Audi
and be on my way.
TWO LARGE MEN appear and are shown closing the doors to the
shipping container.
DESHAWN-con’t
Actually, nah, you know what, on second thought you keep the
Audi. I’ll just walk home.
The LARGE MEN surround DESHAWN.
MR.SMITH
Please, this way Mr. Johnson.
Can see the story unfolding, what happens next????
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