Blue Owl Flicks

KIELY WILLIAMS: "Make Me A Drink" teaser

noreply@blogger.com (Ed DuRanté) — Fri, 30 Oct 2009 00:16:00 +0000

GRIZZLER written & directed by ANDRE MORTON

noreply@blogger.com (Ed DuRanté) — Thu, 20 Sep 2007 21:10:00 +0000

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ANOTHER DOLLAR written & directed by PARIS DuRANTE

noreply@blogger.com (Ed DuRanté) — Thu, 20 Sep 2007 14:41:00 +0000

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TWO MANHATTANS written & directed by ED DuRANTE

noreply@blogger.com (Ed DuRanté) — Thu, 20 Sep 2007 14:37:00 +0000

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HAPPY SAUCE written & directed by ROHAN SEN

noreply@blogger.com (Ed DuRanté) — Thu, 20 Sep 2007 14:35:00 +0000

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GRIZZLER written & directed by ANDRE MORTON

noreply@blogger.com (Ed DuRanté) — Thu, 20 Sep 2007 14:31:00 +0000

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ANOTHER DOLLAR written & directed by PARIS DuRANTE

noreply@blogger.com (Ed DuRanté) — Wed, 16 May 2007 15:33:00 +0000

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HAPPY SAUCE by Rohan Sen

noreply@blogger.com (Ed DuRanté) — Mon, 12 Mar 2007 22:20:00 +0000

INT. BAR - DAY

A pint glass full of ice enters the frame. A bottle of Maker’s Mark flows generously into the glass. Coke, lime juice, and a dash of cranberry are added. A hand reaches out to mix the contents.

SOUND FX: COLLISION AT DOOR.

A baby bottle slides into the frame.

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INSERT TITLE: HAPPY SAUCE

INT. BAR - DAY

FIVE BABY BOTTLES scatter across the bar counter. A man’s hand frantically stacks the bottles in a line on the counter.

GABRU
Please, you got to help me.. I know this sounds crazy but I need you to run these through the dishwasher...

BARTENDER
Sure, buddy, whatever.

The bartender reaches out and grabs a bottle.

BARTENDER (CONT'D)
What are you drinking?

Gabu’s cell phone rings before he can respond. The bartender grabs the baby bottles and walks away.

GABRU
Hey.. I am sorry.. I know I know I am handling it though.... I’m in a cafe.. Yeah they do.. I was surprised myself.. I’m really sorry, why don’t you try and walk her around....

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INT. BAR - CONTINUOUS

The bartender looks at GABRU as he puts the last baby bottle in the speed washer. Gabru continues his fruitless conversation with his wife. The bartender gazes at GABRU, as if remembering an earlier time in his life.

SOUND FX: The short but sharp ring from the dishwasher pierces the air.

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INT. BAR - MOMENTS LATER

GABRU still talks on the phone as the bartender stacks the baby bottles in front of GABRU.

GABRU
Wait, that’s only four.... excuse me.. hey let me go, excuse me...

Gabru’s eyes grow wide, but the bartender interrupts Gabru swiftly.

BARTENDER
It’s okay, brother. I got your bottle right here.

The bartender reaches down and holds up the last baby bottle.

BARTENDER (CONT'D)
This one is for you.

The bartender reaches out and holds it for Gabru to take. Gabru hesitates and reaches for the bottle which is now filled with an exotic liquid. He looks at it, sniffs the top, and sucks on it for a moment. He immediately stands up straight, energized and exuberant.

GABRU
Tutti Frutti! Root, toot, toot.

Gabru dances, glowing with joy. He sucks vigorously on the baby bottle.

GABRU (CONT'D)

Wow.. what was that?

BARTENDER
Oh, I just like to call it my happy sauce.

GABRU
You’re happy sauce, huh?... Well here’s to it. To Happy Sauce. Happy Happy Happy Sauce...

Gabru puts the rest of the baby bottles into his diaper bag and continues to dance sucking ferociously on the baby bottle as he walks out of the bar.

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INT. BAR - CONTINUOUS

The bartender smiles as he watches Gabru leave the bar. He thinks for a moment before bending under the bar. The bartender emerges holding a baby bottle that he carefully unscrews.

SLOW PUSH INTO BABY BOTTLE

The bartender pours a drink into the baby bottle. He puts it in his mouth and sucks away.

FADE TO BLACK.

2 Manhattans by Ed DuRanté

noreply@blogger.com (Ed DuRanté) — Thu, 01 Mar 2007 22:53:00 +0000

INT. BLUE OWL BAR - DAY
Outside, Slice, a 60 year old Black man carrying a saxophone case, knocks on the glass door. The bartender, Slice’s son Gill, goes to the door and let’s him in.

GILL
Pop, what are you doing here?

SLICE
Nice to see you too.

GILL
I gotta set up.

SLICE
Who’s stop’n you?

Slice sits at the bar as Gill sets up.

GILL
What’s up?

SLICE
Nothing.

GILL
Don’t say “nothing.” I know something’s up.

SLICE
I’ve got a date. Two Manhattans, please.

GILL
A date?

SLICE
Is there an echo in here?

GILL
With who?

SLICE
A friend.

GILL
A real friend or one of your groupies.

SLICE
An old friend. A real life friend. A friend from back in the day.

GILL
Is she hot?

SLICE
She was.

GILL
But old now.

SLICE
Do you always have to be a jerk?

GILL
The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

SLICE
Sure she’s old. I’m old. And if you’re lucky you’ll be old one day too.

GILL
What’s her name?

SLICE
Zora. Zora. Zora. I met her three days before I met your mother.

GILL
Three days?

SLICE
She made me forget all about Zora... until now.

GILL
How’d you find her?

SLICE
She came to my gig last night. I haven’t seen her since the last time I played at the “Five Spot” in 1966.

GILL
Why are you meeting her here?

SLICE
I think I love her.

GILL
Love?

SLICE
Love.

GILL
You’re a strange man.

SLICE
Two Manhattan.

GILL
Two?

SLICE
One’s for Zora.

GILL
I’ll make her’s when she gets here.

Slice doesn’t like Gill’s tone.

SLICE
Make them both now.

Gill obeys his father and makes the drinks.

GILL
What if she’s late?

SLICE
She won’t be.

GILL
You “think” you love her?

SLICE
I knew when I saw Zora last night that everything happened the right way. Your mother... She..

They stare at each other for a moment.

GILL
I know, I know.

SLICE
Zora is my second set. I’m improvising from now on.

Gill places 2 Manhattans in front of Slice.

GILL
I didn’t realize you were such a romantic.

Slice is amused.

SLICE
Don’t you ever listen to my music?

We hear the bar door open. Slice and Gill turn and look. Slice stands and grins.

SLICE (CONT’D)
Zora!

Gill, smiling broadly, looks at his father and then back at the unseen Zora.

THE END