A SREENPLAY
FOR A SHORT FILM
Written
by:
Dean Karr
Setting:
1. EXT. OUTDOOR PARKING LOT- LATE EVENING
A car enters, black 83 VW Jetta, with Tom driving, and A.J. in the passenger seat. They are both wearing sunglasses. A.J. is wearing a Stussy cap, black t-shirt with a red vest over top and blue jeans. Tom is wearing a button t-shirt, very stylish, with black denim shorts and his black hair is slicked back. Tom is tanned and 1ooks Greek or Italian. A.J. is white. The windows are rolled down and the sunroof is open. The car looks as though it had just came from the car wash, with beads of water on it, although it is a dry day. They appear to be in their early 20 ' s or late teens. They are clearly visible through the windshield.
2. EXT. JE TTA - LATE EVENING
TOM
(getting upset)
I'm tellin' you, it was never like that, man. People
fuckin' twist things to make shit seem fucked, you
know?
3. EXT. OUTDOOR PARKING LOT - LATE EVENING
Tom drives over to the last row of the parking lot, where there are relatively fewer cars, parks face out, and turns off the engine. He leaves the tape deck on, which is
playing ' Fabio 4 ' .
4. INT. JETTA- LATE EVENING
A.J.
(very relaxed)
Wel1, I know you, man. And ah... itdon' t
sound too un-fucking-likely.
TOM
(defensive)
Ahh, whatever! Man, what do you think?
I'd go' ta some broads p1ace ' an -
A.J. POV:
The parking lot and entrance off to the right.
A.J.
(interrupting)
Hey, why'ja park this way? What
happens if the heat shows up?
TOM (OS)
We'll see'em com'n now, won't we?
A.J.
(after a brief pause )
True.
TOM
(now relaxed)
Anyways, 1et me set the record straight
so ya'know the real deal.
Tom grabs his cigarette pack from the dashboard. He opens the pack of Belmont Milds, and first offers one to A.J., who accepts, and then takes one himself. He tosses the pack back on to the dash. A.J. has extracted his lighter from his vest pocket by this point, lights Tom's first then his own, then replaces it in his pocket.
TOM (cont'd)
I went over to her place, right, and
it's like a forty-five minute drive,
or whatever an'-
A.J.
(interrupting again)
No, isn'it an hour an' then some?
CU. TOM
TOM
Not the way I drive.
(Both laugh lightly.)
So I get there right, an' it' s all good.
The last time we saw each other
was at some rave, and we were all
over each other. So, I'm keen, and
I figure she is too.
(Ashes cigarette out the
window moves and props his
1eft foot up on face of the
dash, to get comfortable)
CU. A.J.
A.J.
Yeah…
CU. TOM
TOM
So we're lyin' down there an' we get
to kissin'an stuff, and she goes
she' s still a virgin'n'all that, and
that she's never given a blow job or
been eatin' out, or anythin'.
A.J. (OS)
Uh-ha...
CU. TIGHTENS ON TOM'S MOUTH EVERY SECOND
TOM
I start workin' my magic hands, an'
before you know it, all she's wearn'
is her socks an' her bra.
TIGHTENING BRAKES BY A.J.'S DIALOUGE, CU. A.J.
A.J. (OS)
(interrupting again)
What? I never heard none' a' that!
(Ashes cigarette)
TOM
Of course not! You think the broad is
gonna tell self incriminating stories?
Think about it.
A.J. POV:
Another car pulls into the parking lot. It has tinted windows and a dark gray paint job, it looks beaten up. The occupants can not be identified. It parks in a middle row.
A.J.
Z'at them?
CU. TOM
TOM
No, he don't drive no boat. Plus, he
knows my car, he woulda parked
beside us.
CU. TIGHTENING ON TOM' S MOUTH
TOM (cont'd)
Anyways, I'm gettn' it on with her
right, an' I start to slowly finger
her, an' she's goin' nuts.
A.J. (OS)
Go on...
(audio can hear him ash his
cigarette, and then flicking
it out the window.)
CU. STILL TIGHTENING ON TOM'S MOUTH
TOM
(every word is slower, as the
CU tightens on his mouth)
So at this point she's buck, I start
playn' with her tits ,which are
smal1 but cute and firm, right.
CU. ON A.J.'S WIDE EYES, UNDER HIS SUNGLASSES, AND
CHEEKS, WHICH ARE EXPOSING A SMILE WHICH IS OS.
A.J.
Yeah...
A.J. is listening intently looking down at his feet imagining the scenario being depicted to him.
CU. TOMS MOUTH, REALLY TIGHT.
TOM
(very slow)
So I start kissing from her neck
Down to her tits, then to her
stomach. At which point I turn her
over and- (regular speed)
Hey, there he is.
CU. ZOOMS OUT TO SHOW HIS WHOLE FACE.
Tom nods over to the entrance, where another car is pulling in.
CUT TO:
5. EXT. OUTDOOR PARKING LOT- LATE EVENING
It is a red 84 Cadillac Deville pulling in.
6. EXT. JETTA- LATE EVENING
Tom drops his foot, and flicks his cigarette butt out the window. A.J. gets out of the attentive trance he was in, and shifts his body up in the seat.
TOM (cont'd)
So you wanna half Q, right?
A.J.
Well if it's like 35 for a half, ill
probably get a extra gerr.
PAN TO VIEW OF:
Cadillac entering parking lot with Jetta in the distance along with other cars. The Cadillac is heading in their general direction.
7. INT. JETTA-LATE EVENING
TOM
I'm gonna grab a half Q too, so I'll
tell him I want a quarter, an' see what he
says. If he's gotta digi we'll split
it now an' if not, we'll do it later.
A.J.
Whatever, doesn't matter, ya' know
TOM
Yeah.
The Cadillac pulls up beside them and parks face in, so that the drivers' windows are beside each other. In the car, driving is Boja, and in the passenger seat is Steve.
Boja turns off the engine, but leaves his tape deck on, which is playing Tribe Called Quest. Boja has long black hair that is back in a pony tail; he is wearing a blue shirt and blue jeans. Boja is tanned, looks very Italian. Beside him, Steve has blonde hair, and is messy in appearance, with his t-shirt looking sort of raggedy, and his shorts are ripped.
They are both wearing sunglasses. Greetings and introductions are done at a relatively fast pace. As if saying hello to someone that you've already said hello to, two times today.
TOM (cont'd)
Hey, wassup, man?
Tom and Boja shake hands through the open windows.
BOJA
Naw'much, you?
TOM
Ah, jus' chilln'. This is my buddy J.
BOJA
Hey man, hows'it'goin'?
A.J.
Good.
A.J. extends over Tom and shakes Boja's hand.
BOJA
Yeah, this is Steve.
TOM
Eh, how goes it?
STEVE
Cool.
Steve extends over Boja and shakes Tom's hand. There is a strong element of respect.
STEVE (cont' d)
Sup?
A.J. POV:
First is Tom beside him, then Boja, and finally Steve. A tunnel is created by the close proximity of the cars.
A.J.
Samo-lamo!
Boja laughs lightly, and A.J. and Steve gesture a greeting with their hands as they are too far to shake. Dialogue becomes regular speed.
TOM
So, where you guys comin' from?
BOJA
My place. We just finished catchin' some rays.
A.J.
(smiling)
Workin' on that tan, eh?
STEVE
Yeah, had some B-B-Q burgers too.
A.J
Mmmm .... I'm jealous!
CU. BOJA
BOJA
So, why don' cha guys com'n here,
there's more room. I'd rather not
pass shit through windows an' all
that you know?
TOM
Cool.
8.EXT. JETTA AND CADILLAC-LATE EVENING, GETTING LATER
HIGH ANGLE SHOT, TO SHOW BOTH VEHICLES, AND THE GREY CAR OUT OF FOCUS IN THE DISTANCE.
Tom turns off the radio and takes his keys out of ignition. A.J. opens the passenger door and steps out. Tom follows out of the passenger door. The cars are too closely parked for him to get out of his own door. They walk around to rear door on Steve's side, and get inside, first A.J. and then Tom.
9. INT. CADILLAC- LATE EVENING, GETTING LATER
The car is quite a mess, and smells like it's been regularly hot boxed. A.J. is sitting behind Boja, who is faced centre so he can see Tom, who is sitting behind Steve. The music is quiet loud and they have to speak relatively loudly to hear each other.
CU. BOJA
BOJA
So what are you guys lookin' for?
TOM
A quarter of buds, wha'cha got?
BOJA
(excited)
Dude, I ' m stoked with
killer fuckin' chronic!
A.J.
(more excited)
Nice!
TOM
Oh yeah, whas'a damage?
BOJA
85 bucks.
CU. TOM
TOM
(shocked)
85 bucks! Dude! What are you talking about?
BOJA
Man, I can't help it! Don't worry
though, this stuff is the shit!
TOM
But dude, 85 bucks? Like, what am I,
some sorta fucking degenerate?
CU. BOJA
BOJA
Well, tell'ya what, man. Seein' as
how yer a preferred custy, I'll smoke
you a big fatty to seal the deal.
How's that?
TOM
Well if it's as good as you say it is,
I'm game. An' it ain't like I got much
of a fucking choice, now do I?
BOJA
(smiling)
Sure you do. You can go to Chester
and pick up some shwag for 65 bucks if
you'd like.
TOM
(laughing)
Naw, it's all good.
STEVE
Man, it really is some good shit.
TOM
Oh dude, I don' t doubt it. It' s outta
sheer principle that I break my
dealers balls; it's got to be done.
Especially when he's a friend!
All laugh. Boja extracts a wrapped up ziplock baggy from under his chair.
BOJA
Here.
(passes the baggy to Tom)
It's been weighed on a digi.
TOM
Actually, d' ya have that digi?
BOJA
(serious)
Why, you don't trust my count?
TOM
No, I just wanna split it in'alf.
Do'ya have an extra baggy too?
BOJA
Sure.
Boja pulls out his digital scale from the side of his seat, turns and hands it to Tom.
BOJA (cont'd)
Here.
TOM POV:
Boja is in front to his left; the back of Steve's head is directly in front of him. In the passenger side rearview door mirror he can see Steve's face. Out of the windshield, he can see a path a few feet in front of the car, and trees just beyond that.
TOM
Cheers.
STEVE
So do you guys go to school or whatever?
A.J.
Not in July', bro.
A11 laugh except Steve.
STEVE
No, I know that, but I mean, like in
September.
A.J.
We both just finished from Bay Mills.
TOM
Thank fucking God for that!
As Tom extracts the long dark, crystaly green bud from the baggy and places in on the digital scale, Boja, is breaking up some buds in a cigarette tin which he brought out from his pocket. The digital scale reads 7.2. Tom looks at A.J. and smiles. A.J. looks at the scale and smiles back.
TOM (cont'd)
Hey man, sorted count.
Guess I should pitch.
Tom breaks of a little bit from the bud and passes it to Boja who turns around to receive it.
BOJA
(surprised, shocked, scared)
Oh, Fuck!
BOJA POV:
A.J. is to his right and Tom to his 1eft, both with bewildered expressions on their faces. Behind them through the rear windshield he sees two police officers getting out of the gray car which has moved and parked perpendicularly behind them, blocking them in.
BOJA
(in horror)
Pigs!
In a matter of seconds, Boja slaps close his tin, drops it to floor of the car and back kicks it under his seat; he sits forward. At the same time, Tom puts the bud back into the baggy and shoves it into the side of his boots while throwing the scale under Steve's seat. Boja presses the button of his face plate tape deck, causing it to snap out, and slowly starts to place it in it's case. At this point both police officers have come to the passenger side of the vehicle, as there is no room on the other side. Steve's window is already rolled down; Tom rolls down his window when he notices the police officer. They have obviously noticed the fury of activity that took place. Both Police officers are wearing sunglasses.
POLICE OFFICER 1
Evening gentlemen.
ALL
How, ya doin'; How's it goin'; Evening
officer.
POLICE OFFICER 2
What are you boys up to?
CU. TOM
TOM
(calmly, speaking without
slang, very clearly)
We were just about to go for a walk,
officer.
10. EXT. CADILLAC-LATER EVENING SUN IS GOING DOWN
POLICE OFFICER 1
Oh really. Why are you sitting in the
car then?
BOJA
(also speaking clearly, respectfully)
Oh, I just wanted these guys to hear
a great new tape I just recently purchased
sir. We had just finished and I am actually
just putting my radio away now.
(Boja, shows the officers the face
plate in his hand)
POLICE OFFICER 2
Hmm…Well, would you gentlemen mind
stepping out of the car?
BOJA
Not at all, off-
11. INT. CADILLAC- LATER EVENING, THE SUN IS GOING DOWN.
CU. STEVE
STEVE
(interrupting, loud and rudely)
On what grounds?
Both officers' faces went from expressionless to a quick moment of shock and then a negative smirk.
CUT BACK AND FORTH FROM INT. CADILLAC TO EXT. CADILLAC.
BOJA
(quietly but audible to everyone)
Shut the fuck up man!
STEVE
(still loud, getting upset and testy)
No! They have no right. I've studied
law and they have no right to do that.
TOM
(loudly)
Shut'cher fuckin' hole!
POLICE OFFICER 1
(1oud, authoritative, mean)
Alright, get the fuck out of the car
now!
CU. TOM
TOM
(relaxed)
No problem officer. I apologize for
My acquaintance, he means no disres-
Tom opens door and begins to get out.
STEVE
(interrupting)
No. I'm sorry. This is not right, and
I won't fucking allow it. My father
is a lawyer, and he won't let-
BOJA
(clearly upset, interrupting)
Shut it, you spoiled shit!
POLICE OFFICER 2
That's it!
The police officer reaches down and pulls the handle of Steve's door and swings it open.
12. EXT. CADILLAC AND JETTA.- DUSK
In the distance, the sound of peeling tires are heard. An orange 1969 Judge, Pontiac GTO, pulls into the parking lot. The police officers attentions switches to it for a
moment. The GTO starts doing 360's, long peelouts, fishtails, and other driving tricks. The police officer's hand drops from the door handle.
The GTO starts doing tricks more near the FRAME. All of the sudden it stops, and the driver, a long haired fellow, peers over to the police. He suddenly realizes that they are police officers, and peels like never before. Smoke rises from his tires, and the shinny car
whizzes in the direction of the exit of the parking lot. Tom has stepped out of the car by this point, and is transfixed, like everyone else at this display. The other guys in the car are straining their necks to see behind them. Not a word is said, and besides Tom standing up little movement has occurred.
POLICER OFFICER 2
(to police officer 1)
Let' s go!
Police Officer 1 starts for the driver side of the undercover cruiser.
POLICE OFFICER 1
It's your lucky day boys! But we're
Gonna be back here once we grab that
asshole, so you better not be.
TOM
(still polite, and respectful, calls out to
the officer dashing to the passenger side
of the cruiser)
Thank you, officer!
The gray undercover car, does a peeling 180, and heads in pursuit of the GTO.
TOM POV:
Tom is in disbelief, and can't stop smiling. He looks at A.J. who is also smiling, then to Boja, who is smiling, then to Steve. Tom's smile drops off his face.
TOM
(upset and loud, to Steve)
Wha'the fuck is wrong with you?
BOJA
(also to Steve, upset and loud)
Seriously, what the fuck were you
doin'? Triin' to get us all fried?
CU. STEVE
STEVE
(defensive)
They were gonna bust us anyways, so I
figured I might as well speak up about
our rights, that's all. They don't have the ri-
CU. TOM
TOM
(interrupting)
Bullshit, Horseshit! We ain't got no
fuckin' rights, dick head. And they
weren't gonna fuckin' bust us!
Tom takes a step closer to Steve's open door.
TOM (cont'd)
Me and Boj' had'em fuckin' goin'! They
were buyn' it! Yeah, by the way Boja,
(calmly, for a moment)
good performance, man after my own heart.
Quick on yer toes, so nobody knows.
BOJA
(calmly, for a moment as well)
Thanks, you too.
(upset again, to Steve)
Man, what are you? Like the most heat
score clown in town?
Tom laughs.
TOM
Well, look, he's yer friend, so you
deal with him. I'm outta here!
BOJA
Why they won' t be back anytime soon.
TOM
I know the guy in the GTO, he's my
buddy Antonio. They'ain't never gonna
catch that guy. So they'll be headed back
here pretty fuckn' quick.
A.J. gets out of the car. Boja starts up the Cadillac, and takes off his sunglasses as the sun has gone below the horizon. Steve shuts the door, and his mouth.
BOJA
Alright, later Tom.
TOM
Yeah, e-z-man.
Boja drives away quickly. Tom and A.J. get back in the Jetta.
13. INT. JETTA- DUSK
Tom takes off his sunglasses and places them in their case, which is sitting in a side compartment of his door. He turns on his car, and starts out of the parking lot.
TOM
(speaking in a relaxed
fashion, while concentrating
on driving)
That was pretty fucking close, eh man.
Like, shit, if Ant did show, we'da
been fucked. That stupid fuck Steve
nearly-Hey, you alright? You haven' t
said a word, dude?
CU. A.J.
A.J.
Man, that was too fucking much!
A.J. bursts out laughing uncontrollably. Tom joins in. They continue to laugh. Tom extends his hand and A.J., who shakes it, complimenting the good moment.
TOM
Oh, dude.
(in-between chuckles)
You know what?
A.J.
(while laughing)
Wha?
TOM
(a pause in both their
laughter)
I never paid Boj'!
They both start laughing harder now.
TOM (cont'd)
I'll have to pay him eventually, like we're
friends an' all, but that's funny. He
won't know fer the longest time, or
he already remembers.
They continue to laugh.
A.J.
Let's go smoke some bowls!
TOM
Yeah.
(shouting out his window)
Woo-Hoo!
A.J.
Eh, what happened with that chick?
TOM
Which chick?
(a pause)
Oh yeah!
Tom is driving on a main road now, up Leslie St.
TOM (cont'd)
Well to make a long story short, I ate
her out, made her cum like crazy,
then wanted her to do the same for me,
like, make me cum.
A.J. (OS)
Yeah…
TOM
She goes no! She gets dressed and
says she can't do nothing for me. I'm
like, shocked and shit. I go 'what,
yer gonna leave me with fuckin' blue balls?'
an' she goes 'its not my problem'
So I said 'let me look at yer ass
again, an' stroke my self.' An' she
goes-
A.J.
You would stroke it in front of a chick?
Tom pulls out a cigarette and gets a light from A.J., who also lights one.
TOM
Sure, I don't give a fuck. Plus she had a wicked ass,
but she wouldn't even let me do that. So I
said, 'thanks for yet time', an' I
flashed. We were supposed to go out
and stuff, but I couldn't be bothered,
after that treatment.
A.J.
Well, let me tell you man, that is so
far from what I heard she had said
happened. Pshh...
TOM
Well man, it's like this. The truth
isn't hype enough to gossip about. So
people prefer the exaggeration, the
lie, cause it's more fun to throw
around. I mean, the truth, just makes
her look like a bitch, that's probably
why she started the rumor that I was
perv an' all that, so she could clear
her name before it even got blemished.
Ha...women.
A.J.
Gotta love' em.
TOM
Shit, I ain't gotta choice now do I?
They both smile.
FADE TO BLACK.