tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85222462700767083112018-07-20T06:03:20.196-07:00Kiss My Ass KentuckyA Screenplay. Skeeter escapes the terrorism of the Hillbilly Drug Cartel on his motorcycle. Will the biker gang hit squad find him? Will DEA cover his tracks? Will the old established mob protect him? Skeeter rides to Key West then to Miami where he meets many great individuals and rediscovers the true goodness and greatness of America. Its people! Meanwhile in Kentucky there appears a hillbilly uprising as they believe Skeeter to have gone to the FBI. Will Skeeter make it or "Gator Shit Boss"?Steven Jeffrey Cullnoreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522246270076708311.post-4726732596120881892017-11-15T14:46:00.000-08:002017-11-21T15:59:11.963-08:00Northern Kentucky Bank Kills Babies for Federal Airport Monies. Campbell County Officials and Elite Profit<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><b><u><i>Screenplay Series Currently Under Rewrite.</i></u></b></span><br /><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><u><i><br /></i></u></b></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><u><i><br /></i></u></b></span><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b><u>CHAPTER I</u></b></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b>Scene 1 - 7</b></span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lSaAcgGHa6M/VTG0mnvvuRI/AAAAAAAAOFk/cJMimp7n4hg/s1600/Kiss%2BMy%2BAss%2BKentucky%2C%2BMovie%2BProducer%2C%2BMovie%2BDirector%2C%2BMovie%2BAgent%2C%2BHollywood%2C%2BFilm%2BIndustry%2C.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lSaAcgGHa6M/VTG0mnvvuRI/AAAAAAAAOFk/cJMimp7n4hg/s1600/Kiss%2BMy%2BAss%2BKentucky%2C%2BMovie%2BProducer%2C%2BMovie%2BDirector%2C%2BMovie%2BAgent%2C%2BHollywood%2C%2BFilm%2BIndustry%2C.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="color: #444444; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><span style="color: #444444; font-size: x-large;">Kiss My Ass Kentucky</span><br />by Steven Jeffrey Cull<br />Copyright PAu 3-373-868 Feb. 11, 2009<br />Copyright Revision June 5, 2013<br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b> Fade in.</b></span><br /><br /><pre><u><span style="color: blue;">1 EXT. SKEETER'S FARM - DAY 1</span></u><br /> Introduction: Display credits</pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d8J_DU9zIMw/UbfRIeSwc6I/AAAAAAAAI_Q/7cgCQvNfdZ8/s1600/Tree+Sun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="398" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d8J_DU9zIMw/UbfRIeSwc6I/AAAAAAAAI_Q/7cgCQvNfdZ8/s640/Tree+Sun.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre></pre><pre> Bright blue skies the view of Skeeter's farm can be seen<br /> from the sight of a red tail hawk (God) soaring the gentle<br /> wind. Below buzzards circle in search of death. Rolling<br /> lush green hay fields abound within great oak tree<br /> surrounds. An old wood barn tops the center of farm as<br /> cattle graze adjacent pastures. A gazebo atop silo stands<br /> guardian to barn capped with old glory bright and crisp<br /> she dances the day. A four rail horse fence borders a<br /> limestone drive. Licking River glows green as she twist<br /> by. Steep wooded hillsides look upon the tranquil valley<br /> as though embracing her natural beauty in time. The hawk<br /> glides effortlessly then disappears into a single bright<br /> white cloud. The distant sound of a chain saw can be<br /> heard then loud-ens to a roar. Mac stands cutting a very<br /> large sycamore tree in a low bottom area of farm<br /> surrounded by tall forest. Skeeter can be seen on an old<br /> tractor in a small clearing moving small trees with front loader forks. The wind blows the sycamore tree wedging and stalling the chain saw. Mac runs towards Skeeter in</pre><pre> fear of tree falling.</pre><pre></pre><pre> Mac yells.</pre><pre> MAC<br /> Skeeter watch out!<br /><br /> Mac stands next to Skeeter sitting on tractor. They observe the sycamore tree as it sways in<br /> all directions as though taunting them. <br /> Skeeter smiles then points to an old hay wagon.<br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> Mac you think I need to move that<br /> hay wagon back a little? <br /><br /> MAC<br /> No... That tree ain't big enough.<br /><br /> Skeeter stands to the side watching Mac as he continues<br /> to cut tree. Tree begins to fall. It appears to fall in<br /> slow motion as the year "1990" is displayed. The momentum<br /> speeds then with a loud boom hits the rear of hay wagon<br /> splintering it and throwing it into air. As it crashes<br /> back to ground Mac and Skeeter stare in amazement. <br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Damn.<br /><br /> Mac appears concerned as he looks to Skeeter. Skeeter<br /> begins laughing then both laugh together. The call of a<br /> hawk can be heard warning the dangers ahead as "Based on<br /> a True Story" is displayed.<br /><br /><br /><br /> <u><span style="color: blue;">2 EXT. GOLD STAR CHILI (ALEXANDRIA, KY) - NIGHT 2</span></u><br /> Motorcycle is named Suzy: Red 2000 Suzuki 800 Intruder;<br /> Leather saddle bags and wind Shield. Skeeter wears a<br /> bright red helmet with a clear face shield.</pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GE9yLNA4biQ/UbfTpINW1PI/AAAAAAAAI_g/OIDG74inKsY/s1600/suzy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="479" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GE9yLNA4biQ/UbfTpINW1PI/AAAAAAAAI_g/OIDG74inKsY/s640/suzy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><pre> Skeeter exits Gold Star Chili and walks towards his<br /> motorcycle and mounts it. "Spring of 2003" is displayed.<br /> He sits holding his helmet as Five High School children<br /> (Two male, Three female) approach. Children smile and<br /> appear impressed as they inspect the motorcycle.<br /><br /> HIGH SCHOOL MALE 1<br /> Good idea Skeeter!.<br /><br /> HIGH SCHOOL MALE 2<br /> Out run em now!.. Fuck the dirty drug dealers!</pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nA4l2unD3uw/UbfGTWMZZOI/AAAAAAAAI-E/5cRdn8gv9gw/s1600/teenagers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="429" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nA4l2unD3uw/UbfGTWMZZOI/AAAAAAAAI-E/5cRdn8gv9gw/s640/teenagers.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre></pre><pre> Skeeter smiles in agreement. High School Female 1 smiles<br /> as she gives the high five to Skeeter.<br /><br /> HIGH SCHOOL FEMALE 1<br /> Yea!.. Keep it up Skeeter!.. Your<br /> all we got!<br /><br /> High School Female 2 and 3 in background and smile. High<br /> School Male 2 appears depressed.<br /><br /> HIGH SCHOOL MALE 2<br /> Lost another buddy last weekend!..<br /> Football player good dude...<br /> Fuck'n Heroin!... First time!..<br /> Dropped dead!<br /> <br /> High School Male 1 appears fearful.<br /><br /> HIGH SCHOOL MALE 1<br /> They are going to kill us all.<br /><br /> Skeeter lights a cigarette then smiles.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> You all hang in there now you<br /> hear!<br /><br /> Skeeter speaks in loud forceful manner.<br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> Fuck drugs! <br /><br /> One girl giggles. <br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> Remember one thing!.. God will<br /> show you the way!<br /><br /> Skeeter gives them a wild eyed smile.<br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> Yea!<br /><br /> The High School Children laugh as Skeeter starts his<br /> motorcycle. He turns to children and smiles.<br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> Happy trails!<br /><br /> Skeeter rides across parking lot to highway and stops. He<br /> looks both ways then enters the highway. Skeeter fades<br /> down highway. High School Male 1 laughs then speaks to<br /> other children.<br /><br /> HIGH SCHOOL MALE 1<br /> There goes one crazy dead man!<br /><br /> High School Female 3 stares to Skeeter as he disappears<br /> into the darkness. She turns to the others and smiles.<br /><br /> HIGH SCHOOL FEMALE 3<br /> Crazy as a lone wolf!</pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oXhl_7Gcq40/UbfPDUZ2OmI/AAAAAAAAI-w/LeuSqKOtDz8/s1600/Dark+Cloud+moon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="398" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oXhl_7Gcq40/UbfPDUZ2OmI/AAAAAAAAI-w/LeuSqKOtDz8/s640/Dark+Cloud+moon.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre></pre><pre> Skeeter rides motorcycle down highway towards a bright<br /> full moon. A dark cloud slowly shades moon to darkness.<br /> He rides disappearing into the blackness of life. The<br /> howl of a wolf (God) can be heard.<br /><br /><br /><br /> <u><span style="color: blue;">3 EXT. WOLF ROAD / SKEETER'S FARM BARN AREA - NIGHT 3</span></u><br /><br /> Skeeter rides his motorcycle down a dark country road and<br /> enters his gravel drive. A four rail wood fence parallels <br /> the drive as he approaches the black silhouette of his<br /> old wood barn. A gazebo atop a silo appears as a dark<br /> guardian of the farm. The lone moo of a cow can be heard<br /> from dark pastures as Skeeter on motorcycle purrs by in<br /> darkness.<br /><br /><br /><br /> <u><span style="color: blue;">4 EXT. SKEETER'S RESIDENCE PORCH - NIGHT 4</span></u><br /><br /> Skeeter sits on an upsidedown five gallon bucket on his <br /> porch. He smokes a cigarette as he stares across a<br /> moonlit lake to a dark steep hillside. The distance howl<br /> of dogs are heard as the sound of crickets and frogs<br /> drown the stillness. Skeeter stands and urinates through<br /> pickets of porch railing when suddenly two dogs run out<br /> from under porch startling Skeeter.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Shit!<br /><br /> Skeeter wipes his hand on his pants. Dogs enter the porch<br /> and stand wagging their tails.<br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> Goofy dogs.<br /><br /> He sits on the bucket petting the dogs then he makes a<br /> cellphone call.<br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> Hey Robby!.. How you doing?<br /><br /> ROBBY<br /> (VO)<br /> Hi dad!<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Can you talk?.<br /><br /> ROBBY<br /> (VO)<br /> Everything cool!... Mom's out on a<br /> date.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Good!.. She can steal from him for<br /> awhile... Been trying to call<br /> nobody answers... Something going<br /> on?<br /><br /> ROBBY<br /> (VO)<br /> Mom won't let us answer... She's<br /> been photographing the caller<br /> ID... Her cop boyfriend told her<br /> to do it. <br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Which dirty cop?<br /><br /> ROBBY<br /> (VO)<br /> He's a fuck'n dick!.. Walks in our<br /> house anytime he wants... Whether<br /> mom's home or not... Goes through<br /> my room... Threatens me!.. Says<br /> mom gave him permission.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> See if you can find out his<br /> name?.. Be careful... The asshole<br /> might shoot you dead and blame it<br /> on me!.. They're all dirty out<br /> here... Least most I figure.<br /><br /> ROBBY<br /> (VO)<br /> Think they're still mad about when<br /> you called me at Penny's house... <br /> Caller ID showed up our number...<br /> How'd you do that dad?<br /><br /> Skeeter smiles.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Little magic!.. Charlie taught me.<br /><br /> ROBBY<br /> (VO)<br /> You know the whole police force<br /> surrounded our house... Guns<br /> drawn... Think they were going to<br /> kill you Dad!<br /><br /> Skeeter observes a red laser light across lake. The dogs<br /> bark as Skeeter observes the red laser light movement<br /> back and forth across his chest.</pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s5sVgNF1wSM/UbfPuxt8XyI/AAAAAAAAI_A/9Gos6O_WrZM/s1600/Laser.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s5sVgNF1wSM/UbfPuxt8XyI/AAAAAAAAI_A/9Gos6O_WrZM/s640/Laser.jpg" width="523" /></a></div><pre></pre><pre> SKEETER<br /> Rob I'll have to call you back...<br /> Something going on here... More<br /> bullshit!<br /><br /> Robby sounds concerned. <br /><br /> ROBBY<br /> (VO)<br /> Call me!.. Promise Dad!<br /><br /> Skeeter appears concern.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Love you!<br /><br /> He stands observing laser light across the lake. He<br /> places cellphone to his belt as he observes movement of<br /> laser light from his chest to porch wall behind him. He<br /> appears irritated as he speaks to himself. <br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> Fuck'n assholes!<br /><br /> Skeeter enters house. The red laser light slowly moves<br /> back and forth across the door. Skeeter opens door<br /> holding a copper pipe and hammer. He walks into the yard<br /> as laser light moves across his body. He pounds the<br /> copper pipe into ground and adjust the angle. He lights<br /> a cigarette illuminating his smile. He quickly removes a<br /> large firework rocket from his rear pocket and lights the<br /> wick.<br /> With the wick sparking he places the rocket into the<br /> copper tube. He then uses his foot to slightly adjust the<br /> pipe. The rocket launches spraying bright sparks upon<br /> Skeeter. He smiles. Rocket propels towards the red laser<br /> light leaving a bright trail of sparks. A cloud of smoke<br /> clears from around Skeeter as he calmly speaks to<br /> himself.<br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> Take that bitch boy!</pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1-YqkT7YOnw/UbfLhegEJCI/AAAAAAAAI-Y/8EUnV5__BA0/s1600/Firework.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="479" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1-YqkT7YOnw/UbfLhegEJCI/AAAAAAAAI-Y/8EUnV5__BA0/s640/Firework.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre></pre><pre> The rocket explodes slightly above the origin of laser<br /> light. The flash of the explosion silhouettes a man<br /> running then falling within sparks. Skeeter smiles a big<br /> smile. Multiple delayed bright colored firework sparks<br /> and loud reports explode above and upon ground. Colored<br /> sparks appear as though dancing across the ground. The<br /> silhouette of a German Shepard dog follows the silhouette<br /> of a man as he stumbles rearward towards the hillside<br /> beyond. Then total darkness. Total quiet. The breaking of<br /> a tree branch is heard in the distance followed by a<br /> voice in distress. <br /><br /> LASER LIGHT COP<br /> (VO Distant)<br /> Oh shit!<br /><br /> Skeeter smiles observing firework smoke across the lake.<br /> From the smoke appears "Kiss My Ass Kentucky" followed by<br /> "Screenplay by Steven Jeffrey Cull". The progressive<br /> sound of crickets and frogs again fill the air. Skeeter<br /> dials his cellphone as he turns and walks towards porch.<br /><br /> He stops observing an Owl (God) perched upon gable.<br /> Skeeter nods (Thanks/Respect) to Owl.<br /><br /> ROBBY<br /> (VO)<br /> Hi dad!<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Hey Robby!.. I'm back!</pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-avnJUltDY5c/UbfPUdzU1jI/AAAAAAAAI-4/50LiwZYLgFg/s1600/Owl+Night.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="420" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-avnJUltDY5c/UbfPUdzU1jI/AAAAAAAAI-4/50LiwZYLgFg/s640/Owl+Night.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre></pre><pre> The Owl flies into the darkness.<br /></pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><pre><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b> Fade to black.</b></span></pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.kissmyasskentucky.com/2017/11/dirty-cops-run-protection-for-drug.html"><img border="0" height="60" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iGK7DwVudXw/UbetOBHdnfI/AAAAAAAAI9g/V_FtfHQyy58/s320/Click+for+next+screenplay+section,.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div></div>Steven Jeffrey Cullhttps://plus.google.com/104699146018815840496noreply@blogger.comN Grand Ave, Newport, KY, USA39.0828162 -84.47275439999998539.0704907 -84.492924399999978 39.095141700000006 -84.452584399999992tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522246270076708311.post-18270565661205927922017-11-14T15:45:00.000-08:002017-11-21T15:59:33.215-08:00Dirty Cops Run Protection for Drug Dealers of Judges Working with Campbell County Bank Chain <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b style="color: #cc0000; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><u><i>Screenplay Series Currently Under Rewrite.</i></u></b></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b><u>CHAPTER I</u></b></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b>Scene 5 - 6</b></span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-np3miXxXDQ0/UbegBfxXDvI/AAAAAAAAI8Y/KJ319uSHklA/s1600/Skeeter's+Farm+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="456" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-np3miXxXDQ0/UbegBfxXDvI/AAAAAAAAI8Y/KJ319uSHklA/s640/Skeeter's+Farm+2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Future Site of Dope Airport</span><br />by Steven Jeffrey Cull<br /><br />Kiss My Ass Kentucky<br />Copyright PAu 3-373-868 Feb. 11, 2009<br />Copyright Revision June 5, 2013<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b> Fade in.</b></span><br /><br /><pre><u><span style="color: blue;">5 EXT. FARMER HOUSE - MORNING 5</span></u></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oplctxBpwUY/UbekrLMKI_I/AAAAAAAAI84/4G1O7a_SpjE/s1600/Farm+house.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oplctxBpwUY/UbekrLMKI_I/AAAAAAAAI84/4G1O7a_SpjE/s640/Farm+house.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre></pre><pre> The sound of cattle mooing is heard as Skeeter walks<br /> across the yard towards the front porch. He carries<br /> Briefcase 1. Three dogs approach him wagging their<br /> tails. Skeeter leans down and pets each dog then enters<br /> porch.<br /> The dogs follow and sit next to Skeeter as he knocks on<br /> door. Farmer 1 opens door holding Briefcase 2 at his<br /> side. Farmer 1 smiles<br /><br /> FARMER 1<br /> Got your briefcase... What'ch you<br /> been up to?<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Just trying to survive.<br /><br /> Farmer 1 hands Briefcase 2 to Skeeter.<br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> Cows doing alright?<br /><br /> FARMER 1<br /> Cows doin fine.<br /><br /> Farmer 1 appears concerned.<br /><br /> FARMER 1 (CONT'D)<br /> They screwed you over good didn't<br /> they!<br /><br /> Skeeter nods "yes".<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Appreciate you protecting my<br /> briefcase.<br /><br /> Skeeter swings Briefcase 1 forward towards Farmer 1.<br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> Hold this one awhile?<br /><br /> Farmer 1 smiles.<br /><br /> FARMER 1<br /> You know it!<br /><br /> Skeeter hands over Briefcase 1 to Farmer 1. They shake<br /> hands and smile.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Thank you friend.<br /><br /> Skeeter walks across lawn carrying the briefcase as the<br /> three dogs follow wagging their tails.<br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> (V.O.)<br /> Have a great day!<br /><br /> Farmer 1 appears saddened then he shouts in a friendly<br /> tone.<br /><br /> FARMER 1<br /> Good luck Skeeter!<br /><br /> Skeeter waves "Thanks" over his shoulder as he walks<br /> across lawn. Dogs follow wagging their tails.<br /><br /><br /><br /> <u><span style="color: blue;">6 EXT. SKEETER'S FARM BARN AREA - MORNING 6</span></u></pre><pre> All dialogue with hillbilly accents.</pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2UcXUmvsP70/UbelDDFvRuI/AAAAAAAAI9A/KvjjduJ0UkI/s1600/Red+Oak.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="479" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2UcXUmvsP70/UbelDDFvRuI/AAAAAAAAI9A/KvjjduJ0UkI/s640/Red+Oak.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre></pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><pre></pre><pre> A red tail hawk (God) soars the sky as a Campbell County<br /> police cruiser with two officers travels slowly pass barn<br /> towards Skeeter's residence. Alford approaches cruiser<br /> driving a tractor dragging a timber log behind. The front<br /> tractor tires bounce from the tow. Black smoke blows from<br /> exhaust. A chain saw is strapped to top of tractor next<br /> to a rifle in a holster. The police cruiser pulls along<br /> side the tractor in tow and sounds the siren.<br /><br /> DIRTY COP 1<br /> (V.O. Cruiser<br /> Speaker)<br /> What you doin Boy your under<br /> arrest!.. Raise em!<br /><br /> Dirty Cop 2 (Passenger) points handgun out window at<br /> Alford. The tractor stops then Alford stand yelling at<br /> police.<br /><br /> ALFORD<br /> Fuck You!.. You dirty hilljack<br /> stump jump'n piss ants!<br /><br /> Alford raises his assault rifle. All laugh then Alford<br /> turns off the tractor engine.<br /><br /> DIRTY COP 2<br /> How's grandpa?<br /><br /> Alford smiles then looks at his watch.<br /><br /> ALFORD<br /> He's drunk!<br /><br /> All Laugh.<br /><br /> DIRTY COP 2<br /> Some things never change... See<br /> you got yourself some play money.<br /><br /> Alford looks at the log in tow.<br /><br /> ALFORD<br /> If I don't get it... The bank<br /> will.<br /><br /> Alford lights a marijuana joint and offers it to the<br /> police. Dirty Cop 2 nods "no" waving it off.<br /><br /> DIRTY COP 1<br /> (V.O.)<br /> Heard about new shipment?.. Snow<br /> in June... Guess you knew it's<br /> your boss.<br /><br /> DIRTY COP 2<br /> They say it's some good stuff!.. <br /><br /> Alford stands and yells in a angry manner.<br /><br /> ALFORD<br /> Fuck Francis!.. I going to shoot<br /> him in the head!.. Says he's going<br /> to shoot me in the head!.<br /><br /> Alford raises assault rifle.<br /><br /> ALFORD (CONT'D)<br /> Going to shoot him in the head<br /> first!.. Then I'm going shit his<br /> mouth!<br /><br /> DIRTY COP 1<br /> (V.O.)<br /> Hell... He's you brother...<br /> Married your sister.<br /><br /> DIRTY COP 2<br /> Thought you all were friends?..<br /> Partners in crime?<br /><br /> ALFORD<br /> Not no more cut me out... He wants<br /> it all... Cokehead mother<br /> fucker!.. Now I got to steal<br /> Skeeter's timbers to keep going...<br /><br /> DIRTY COP 1<br /> (VO)<br /> Don't shoot him in the head till<br /> we get ours couz!.. Going buy me a<br /> new bush hog.<br /><br /> Dirty Cop 2 smiles.<br /><br /> DIRTY COP 2<br /> Know what I'm getting for<br /> Christmas couz?.. Going get me one<br /> of them their brand new butt!<br /><br /> Alford appears confusion.<br /><br /> DIRTY COP 2 (CONT'D)<br /> The old one has got a big crack in<br /> it! <br /><br /> All laugh. <br /><br /> ALFORD<br /> What's you all doin down here<br /> again?<br /><br /> DIRTY COP 2<br /> Following orders... Time to fuck<br /> with Skeeter.<br /><br /> Dirty Cop 2 waves a plastic bag of powder (Drugs).</pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-82CvqpQoswQ/UbeluxY6FrI/AAAAAAAAI9Q/FKj45mwP-Ao/s1600/heroin+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="479" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-82CvqpQoswQ/UbeluxY6FrI/AAAAAAAAI9Q/FKj45mwP-Ao/s640/heroin+3.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre> <br /> ALFORD<br /> You guys are in his house more<br /> than he is... Why do you all keep<br /> fuck'n with Skeeter?<br /><br /> DIRTY COP 2<br /> (V.O.)<br /> Same reason your dragging one of<br /> his timbers!.. Cause we can!..<br /> Besides think chief is tapping his<br /> wife... Somebody is... We just<br /> follow orders.<br /><br /> Alford smiles.<br /><br /> ALFORD<br /> Couple rocks get that one.<br /><br /> Alford starts the tractor.<br /><br /> DIRTY COP 1<br /> (V.O.)<br /> What's that log worth?.. Thousand<br /> dollars? <br /><br /> Alford yells.<br /><br /> ALFORD<br /> Half for his ex-wife!.. Half for<br /> me!.. See you at the hog roast!</pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aneiRoGoRVo/UbelVse7-8I/AAAAAAAAI9I/rLX2Tu2IU_c/s1600/Houses+Ky+3+057.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aneiRoGoRVo/UbelVse7-8I/AAAAAAAAI9I/rLX2Tu2IU_c/s640/Houses+Ky+3+057.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre></pre><pre> Alford revs tractor engine then begins pulling timber.<br /> The tractor front end rises from the tow as black exhaust<br /> smoke streams to the sky. A short blast of the siren is<br /> heard as Dirty Cop 2 throws a bag of garbage to ground.<br /> The police cruiser spins its tires then travels towards<br /> Skeeter's residence. A red tail hawk (God) stands perched<br /> atop gazebo roof flag pole observing the activities. The<br /> shredded U.S. Flag blows with a gust of wind.</pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><pre><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b> Fade to black.</b></span></pre><pre><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.kissmyasskentucky.com/2017/11/bank-murders-children-by-overdose-with.html"><img border="0" height="75" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7iDCm1XEXVQ/UbdAXizg6nI/AAAAAAAAI8I/sOOisqrlBjs/s400/Click+for+next+screenplay+section,.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><pre><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Steven Jeffrey Cullhttps://plus.google.com/104699146018815840496noreply@blogger.comAlexandria, KY 41001, USA38.9595078 -84.38799460000001338.8607288 -84.549356100000011 39.0582868 -84.226633100000015tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522246270076708311.post-75341446389166827542017-11-13T16:05:00.000-08:002017-11-21T16:00:20.196-08:00Bank Murders Children by Overdose with Congress for Billions in Federal Airport Grant Profits <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b style="color: #cc0000; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><u><i>Screenplay Series Currently Under Rewrite.</i></u></b></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b style="color: #cc0000; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><u><i><br /></i></u></b></span><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b><u>CHAPTER I</u></b></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b>Scene 7</b></span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jwFb9qkh1q0/UbcdpPHTppI/AAAAAAAAI54/ZaLlNAaJ-eU/s1600/Overdose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jwFb9qkh1q0/UbcdpPHTppI/AAAAAAAAI54/ZaLlNAaJ-eU/s640/Overdose.jpg" width="454" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Future Site of Dope Airport</span><br />by Steven Jeffrey Cull<br />Copyright PAu 3-373-868 Feb. 11, 2009<br />Copyright Revision June 5, 2013<br /><br /><br /><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"> Fade in.</span></b><br /><br /><pre><u><span style="color: blue;">7 INT. BANK LOBBY - DAY 7</span></u></pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><pre> Skeeter smiles as he approaches Bank Teller Lady 1 at</pre><pre> teller counter. <br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Hello young lady.<br /><br /> Bank Teller Lady 1 gives Skeeter a warm friendly smile as<br /> he sets a briefcase to the counter. He open the briefcase<br /> and removes a cashier check. At a desk to the rear of<br /> Teller area Teller Supervisor makes a phone call<br /> (Inaudible to Skeeter).<br /><br /> TELLER SUPERVISOR<br /> Mr. Vanhorn... Skeeter's at Teller<br /> counter.<br /><br /> Skeeter endorses a cashier check and slides it towards<br /> Bank Teller Lady 1. Bank Teller Lady 1 studies the check.<br /><br /> BANK TELLER LADY 1<br /> Large bills O. K. ?<br /><br /> Skeeter nods "yes". Teller counts out hundred dollar<br /> bills as Skeeter observes.<br /><br /> BANK TELLER LADY 1 (CONT'D)<br /> Forty five hundred.<br /><br /> Skeeter places the cash into an envelope then places<br /> envelope into briefcase.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Thank you young lady.<br /><br /> Skeeter approaches receptionist counter as Linda smiles.<br /><br /> LINDA<br /> Hi Skeeter.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> How's Miss Linda today?<br /><br /> LINDA<br /> What have you been doing lately?..<br /> Still working your rear off?<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> No my business has been wiped out!<br /><br /> Skeeter appears sad then smiles<br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> I'm getting ready to take a little <br /> motorcycle ride to Key West!<br /><br /> Linda appears surprised.<br /><br /> LINDA<br /> Wish I was going with you Skeeter.<br /><br /> Skeeter smiles then leans down to Linda.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> (Hillbilly accent)<br /> Hell girl!.. Hop on!... Got me one<br /> of them there two seaters!<br /><br /> LINDA<br /> Wish I could... Got a dog... And a<br /> boyfriend.<br /><br /> Skeeter flirts with Linda.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> We could dance on the beach girl.<br /><br /> Linda smiles as Skeeter sways as though dancing.<br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> Under a moonlit sky.<br /><br /> Skeeter smiles a big smile.<br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> (Hillbilly accent)<br /> Butt Ass Naked!<br /><br /> Skeeter laughs as Linda blushes. She looks around then<br /> begins quiet laughter. She observes Vanhorn (Boss)<br /> approaching and quickly acts busy. Vanhorn rudely<br /> interrupts.<br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> What'ch you doing Skeeter?</pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><pre></pre><pre> Skeeter jokes as he smiles.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Trying to run off with Miss Linda.<br /><br /> LINDA<br /> Skeeter's going to Key West... On<br /> his motorcycle!<br /><br /> Vanhorn responds in a nasty manner.<br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> Heard... I don't believe it!..<br /> You're too damn old!<br /><br /> Skeeter stares in contempt.<br /><br /> VANHORN (CONT'D)<br /> Heard you just made a withdrawal.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Key West money dude!.. Why its my<br /> money!<br /><br /> Vanhorn speaks loudly in an insulting manner.<br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> Did you make your farm payment<br /> this month?<br /><br /> Skeeter responds calmly.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Told you I wasn't making payments<br /> till divorce was final.<br /><br /> Vanhorn appears angry.<br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> What does your divorce have to do<br /> with you making payments?<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Been two years!.. My divorce has<br /> already cost me a couple hundred<br /> thousand dollars. <br /><br /> Linda appears amazed. Skeeter give Vanhorn a hard look.<br /> He then speaks in an anger loud manner.<br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> Why does your fuck'n bank control<br /> my divorce?.. Bleed me to death?..<br /> Cover up embezzlements?</pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sJpeLUildns/UbcdXBuSW-I/AAAAAAAAI5g/p7LC97WiTF8/s1600/Cocaine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="425" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sJpeLUildns/UbcdXBuSW-I/AAAAAAAAI5g/p7LC97WiTF8/s640/Cocaine.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre></pre><pre> Vanhorn backs away.<br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> What are you saying?<br /><br /> Skeeter calm.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> I'm saying I don't understand your<br /> banking practices around here!<br /><br /> Vanhorn appears curious.<br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> Why?.. What don't you understand?<br /><br /> Skeeter calmly speaks loudly.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Well on a mortgage... If you pay<br /> ahead the interest... Is it<br /> standard banking practice to<br /> disperse an amount equal to the<br /> full payment to drug dealers.<br /><br /> Vanhorn appears confused. Skeeter speaks in loud angry<br /> manner.<br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> For purchases of illegal Heroin!</pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uET_k9fJpbs/Ubcde3sEQiI/AAAAAAAAI5w/OKfKlJkqQ8o/s1600/Drugs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="488" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uET_k9fJpbs/Ubcde3sEQiI/AAAAAAAAI5w/OKfKlJkqQ8o/s640/Drugs.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre></pre><pre> Vanhorn appears stunned then responds in anger.<br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> You can't say that!.. We'll sue<br /> your ass!.. For slander!<br /><br /> Skeeter responds calmly.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> No you won't cause its true!<br /><br /> Vanhorn appears frustrated. He then changes the direction<br /> of conversation by insulting Skeeter.<br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> What else Mel?.. What other<br /> delusions?<br /><br /> Skeeter appears angry.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Try this delusion!.. Bank steals<br /> my farm by buying it with my money<br /> through embezzlements by this<br /> bank!..</pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lYSSDnByC_s/Ubcpy7YHFeI/AAAAAAAAI64/4aXqKwOJAZk/s1600/Overdose+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lYSSDnByC_s/Ubcpy7YHFeI/AAAAAAAAI64/4aXqKwOJAZk/s640/Overdose+2.jpg" width="425" /></a></div><pre> </pre><pre> Skeeter leans face to face with Vanhorn.<br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> All tax free right bitch!<br /><br /> Vanhorn steps back then looks around bank lobby.<br /> Customers stare. He responds calmly knowing others are<br /> listening.<br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> Best be careful what you say..<br /> Bank will destroy you!<br /><br /> Skeeter laughs.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Bank already did destroy me!<br /><br /> Vanhorn laughs.<br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> What?.. More delusions Mel!</pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Eg3e4CyGXXE/UbcdwRnPrrI/AAAAAAAAI6I/p0s1P1ztjUo/s1600/Oxycontin+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="304" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Eg3e4CyGXXE/UbcdwRnPrrI/AAAAAAAAI6I/p0s1P1ztjUo/s640/Oxycontin+2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre></pre><pre> Skeeter calm responds loudly.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Dead children!.. Guess they're<br /> delusions too?..</pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlbfDzFuiCA/Ubcp5AleCeI/AAAAAAAAI7E/Bq9tou7wvEU/s1600/Overdose+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlbfDzFuiCA/Ubcp5AleCeI/AAAAAAAAI7E/Bq9tou7wvEU/s640/Overdose+4.jpg" width="406" /></a></div><pre></pre><pre> Skeeter speaks loudly as he leans toward Vanhorn. <br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> Yea dead children murdered by the<br /> greed of this bank!</pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HEsdwgZAaoQ/Ubcdsje_pHI/AAAAAAAAI6A/VTu-HJgE_kQ/s1600/Oxycontin+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="333" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HEsdwgZAaoQ/Ubcdsje_pHI/AAAAAAAAI6A/VTu-HJgE_kQ/s640/Oxycontin+1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre></pre><pre> Vanhorn appears stunned as customers stare. He responds<br /> loudly in anger.<br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> That's slander!.. You can't<br /> connect us!.. Can't prove a damn<br /> thing!.. Bank will sue your ass<br /> off!</pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CW3N2xSpsUA/UbcdSftfnrI/AAAAAAAAI5Y/3efGbqkKc6E/s1600/Black+Tar+Heroin%252C.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="479" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CW3N2xSpsUA/UbcdSftfnrI/AAAAAAAAI5Y/3efGbqkKc6E/s640/Black+Tar+Heroin%252C.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre></pre><pre> Skeeter gives Vanhorn a hard stare then responds in a<br /> calm but loud forceful manner.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Fuck off banker boy.<br /><br /> Vanhorn appears angered as he yells loudly across the<br /> bank lobby while displaying Skeeter with a hand gesture.<br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> Look!... It's Mel Gibson... From<br /> the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xM8lwvcKL4s">Conspiracy Theory</a>... Look!</pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w5wCMxLnt7s/Ubcp8R_vd8I/AAAAAAAAI7Q/Uy2ScBO68K4/s1600/Overdose+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="425" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w5wCMxLnt7s/Ubcp8R_vd8I/AAAAAAAAI7Q/Uy2ScBO68K4/s640/Overdose+5.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre></pre><pre> Bank patrons and employees appear amazed at Vanhorn's<br /> outburst. Skeeter stares in contempt to Vanhorn.<br /><br /> VANHORN (CONT'D)<br /> Mel Gibson!... Mel Gibson!<br /><br /> Skeeter angered and somewhat embarrassed turns to Linda.<br /> She smiles in support. <br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Just trying to survive... What<br /> would you do?<br /><br /> Vanhorn overhears Skeeter's comment to Linda. He observes<br /> bank patrons staring at him. Frustrated he walks away<br /> then about half way across lobby he appears angry and<br /> turns yelling at Skeeter.<br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> I'd kill her!</pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c6vCfZlJeR0/UbcnxLouErI/AAAAAAAAI6k/ujfxiGtScfA/s1600/Drug+Money+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="479" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c6vCfZlJeR0/UbcnxLouErI/AAAAAAAAI6k/ujfxiGtScfA/s640/Drug+Money+2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre></pre><pre></pre><pre><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b> Fade to black.</b></span></pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.kissmyasskentucky.com/2017/11/fort-thomas-insider-elite-conspire-with.html"><img border="0" height="75" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XTPOweexpMc/UbcVk9EbqCI/AAAAAAAAI5E/gjasup_c4NQ/s400/Click+for+next+screenplay+section,.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div>Steven Jeffrey Cullhttps://plus.google.com/104699146018815840496noreply@blogger.comN Grand Ave, Newport, KY, USA39.0828162 -84.47275439999998539.0704907 -84.492924399999978 39.095141700000006 -84.452584399999992tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522246270076708311.post-75438494485396430242017-11-12T06:45:00.000-08:002017-11-21T16:00:42.358-08:00Fort Thomas Insider Elite Conspire With Criminal Bank and Corruption to Murder for Federal Funding <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b style="color: #cc0000; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><u><i>Screenplay Series Currently Under Rewrite.</i></u></b></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b><u>CHAPTER I</u></b></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b>Scene 8 - 12</b></span><br /><br /><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yegpOEF2qxE/Ubc4dV0-QNI/AAAAAAAAI74/YlPXKPaE0xQ/s1600/Houses+Ky+029.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yegpOEF2qxE/Ubc4dV0-QNI/AAAAAAAAI74/YlPXKPaE0xQ/s640/Houses+Ky+029.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><br /></div><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Future Site of Dope Airport</span><br />by Steven Jeffrey Cull<br />Copyright PAu 3-373-868 Feb. 11, 2009<br />Copyright Revision June 5, 2013<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b> Fade in.</b></span><br /><br /><pre><u><span style="color: blue;">8 EXT. SKEETER'S FORD EXPLORER - MORNING 8</span></u></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7_RvJHQ-I2w/UbY6Luha5sI/AAAAAAAAI4A/9_8MbNJ8P3k/s1600/Farmer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="439" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7_RvJHQ-I2w/UbY6Luha5sI/AAAAAAAAI4A/9_8MbNJ8P3k/s640/Farmer.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre></pre><pre> The sound of country music is heard as Skeeter drives his<br /> Ford Explorer down a winding country road through rays of<br /> sunlight within dark sections of dense trees. He rounds a<br /> bend unveiling rolling green pastures in bright sunlight.<br /> He waves to a man and wife herding dairy cattle then<br /> passes two men cultivating tobacco. Three deer cross the<br /> road then he observes a buzzard feeding on road kill just<br /> ahead. The buzzard takes to flight as it heads towards<br /> his windshield narrowly missing a collision.<br /><br /><br /><br /> <u><span style="color: blue;"> 9 EXT. ARKANSAS AIRPORT - NIGHT 9</span></u></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTZYhb1MwCw/UbY8AEEMZtI/AAAAAAAAI4U/iVPKXg74v1c/s1600/airplane+night.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="425" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTZYhb1MwCw/UbY8AEEMZtI/AAAAAAAAI4U/iVPKXg74v1c/s640/airplane+night.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre></pre><pre> Out of the dark sky the lights of a small airplane can be<br /> seen approaching the landing strip of a small airport as<br /> "Arkansas" is displayed. The plane sits idling at the<br /> dimly lit airport as two Mexican men quickly move<br /> numerous five gallon plastic containers from the plane to<br /> the bed of an old pickup truck. The airplane takes off as<br /> the truck drives away and the two Mexican men run into<br /> the tall grass.<br /><br /><br /><br /> <u><span style="color: blue;">10 EXT. GRIMME 1 DRIVEWAY NEXT TO HOUSE - DAY 10</span></u><br /><br /> Skeeter sits on his motorcycle with Grimme 1 standing to<br /> his side. Sue 1 waves to Skeeter from the side door of<br /> house and yells in a warm friendly manner.<br /><br /> SUE 1<br /> See you when you get back<br /> Skeeter... Have a safe trip...<br /> Love you.<br /><br /> Skeeter blows Sue 1 a kiss. She smiles. Skeeter puts on<br /> his helmet and starts the motorcycle. He and Grimme 1<br /> both smile as they shake hands.<br /><br /> GRIMME 1<br /> Have a safe trip my friend.<br /><br /> Skeeter rides up the street as Grimme 1 makes a cellphone<br /> call.<br /><br /> GRIMME 1 (CONT'D)<br /> Skeeter is leaving soon on his<br /> motorcycle... Says he is heading<br /> to Key West.<br /><br /> Grimme 1 listens on cellphone then responds in a calm<br /> manner.<br /><br /> GRIMME 1 (CONT'D)<br /> Maybe we'll get lucky and he will<br /> kill his fuck'n ass.<br /><br /><br /><br /> <u><span style="color: blue;">11 EXT. RESIDENTIAL CONSTRUCTION SITE - DAY 11</span></u></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_XG3Wwutis8/UbY-filtSZI/AAAAAAAAI4s/jf_sLxCRl7E/s1600/carpenters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="477" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_XG3Wwutis8/UbY-filtSZI/AAAAAAAAI4s/jf_sLxCRl7E/s640/carpenters.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre></pre><pre> Skeeter walks across job site and approaches a carpentry<br /> crew as they construct a roof truss system. A brick mason<br /> crew veneers the corner of residence. A Backhoe trenches<br /> a sewer ditch as plumbers lean to their shovels along<br /> ditch. Adjacent to site an excavator digs a foundation<br /> for a second residence. Brian the Framing Contractor<br /> observes Skeeter's approach through a window opening.<br /> Brian yells to his carpenters in the trusses.<br /><br /> BRIAN<br /> Look Guys!.. Look who's here!<br /><br /> Skeeter smiles as the workmen check him out. Brian smile<br /> through a framed window opening.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> What's up dude?<br /><br /> Two carpenters begin singing loudly in the truss system.<br /><br /> CARPENTERS<br /> (Sing)<br /> M.I.C... K.E.Y... M.O.U.S.E. <br /><br /> Skeeter laughs then the bricklayers begin to sings along.<br /><br /> CARPENTERS & BRICKLAYERS<br /> (Sing)<br /> Mickey Mouse!..........<br /> (Continue song)<br /><br /> The singing fades then Bricklayer 1 sings loudly.<br /><br /> BRICKLAYER 1<br /> (Sing)<br /> Why?... Because we love you!<br /><br /> All laugh then Skeeter yells to singers.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> See you all remembered my company<br /> song!<br /><br /> All smile. </pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_eCoAAJqbg/UbY-xjHTIKI/AAAAAAAAI40/7bL8SNZwdRM/s1600/brick+mason.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="614" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_eCoAAJqbg/UbY-xjHTIKI/AAAAAAAAI40/7bL8SNZwdRM/s640/brick+mason.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre></pre><pre> BRIAN<br /> Thought you disappeared?.. Heard<br /> you were dead?.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> They ain't killed me yet!.. They<br /> keep trying... I zig when they<br /> expect me to zag... Then I zag!..<br /> Fuck em.<br /><br /> Brian cuts a piece of plywood and hands it to his<br /> carpenters in the trusses. He returns to the window<br /> opening.<br /><br /> BRIAN<br /> Getting back into it?.. Got a<br /> house for us?.. We're tired of<br /> these cookie cutter boxes... Got<br /> some round shit?<br /><br /> Skeeter smiles as he nods "no".<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> I wish... Just stopped by to see<br /> the old crews... I needed to get<br /> abused by some of my favorite<br /> assholes again!<br /><br /> A carpenter in trusses above yells.<br /><br /> CARPENTER 1<br /> Head Ache!<br /><br /> The sound of a board hitting the subfloor is heard.<br /> Skeeter smiles.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Damn I miss it!.. Never see a<br /> Skeeter Design around here<br /> again... Bank made sure of that...<br /> I'm going to Florida. <br /><br /> A bricklayer yells in jest.<br /><br /> BRICKLAYER <br /> Heard you were living along the<br /> river with the homeless?<br /><br /> Bricklayer smiles.<br /><br /> BRICKLAYER (CONT'D)<br /> Heard you had the fanciest<br /> cardboard box on the river...<br /> Fancy arched windows.<br /><br /> All laugh. Brian makes a request of Skeeter.<br /><br /> BRIAN<br /> Hand me up a few two by fours old<br /> man?<br /><br /> Skeeter hands four two by fours to Brian through the<br /> window opening.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Guess I better get out of here<br /> before big shot builder boy sees<br /> me.<br /><br /> BRIAN<br /> Fuck!.. Builder Bitch Boy! <br /><br /> Skeeter yells to the workmen.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> You all take care now you hear?<br /><br /> Skeeter gets on his motorcycle then carpenters in trusses<br /> begin singing again.<br /><br /> CARPENTERS<br /> (Sing)<br /> Happy trails to you.<br /><br /> Skeeter smiles. The bricklayers sing along.<br /><br /> CARPENTERS & BRICKLAYERS<br /> (Sing)<br /> Until we meet again... Happy<br /> trails to you.<br /><br /> As Skeeter rides away smiling Brian yells.<br /><br /> BRIAN<br /> Fuck em up Skeeter!<br /><br /> All workmen return to work... All is quiet except the<br /> sound of the mortar mixer. Carpenter 1 yells.<br /><br /> CARPENTER 1<br /> Plywood!<br /><br /> The sound of a power saw is heard.<br /><br /><br /><br /> <u><span style="color: blue;">12 EXT. SKEETER'S RESIDENCE YARD - EVENING 12</span></u></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZU-dCY02w3w/UbY8VhNQVPI/AAAAAAAAI4c/INMeJL4a3UE/s1600/Houses+Ky+3+058.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZU-dCY02w3w/UbY8VhNQVPI/AAAAAAAAI4c/INMeJL4a3UE/s640/Houses+Ky+3+058.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre></pre><pre> Skeeter sits with Jake and his wife (Linda 2) at the<br /> picnic table. <br /><br /> JAKE<br /> We need your help Skeeter.<br /><br /> Jake looks to his wife for reassurance. Linda nods "Yes".<br /><br /> JAKE (CONT'D)<br /> Our daughter is hooked on<br /> Oxycontin and we do not feel safe<br /> going to the cops... Word is<br /> they're all dirty around here. <br /><br /> Skeeter nods in agreement.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Least out in the county and Fort<br /> Thomas. <br /><br /> LINDA 2<br /> We have tried everything for years<br /> to get her clean.<br /><br /> Linda speaks in an angry frustrated manner.<br /><br /> LINDA 2 (CONT'D)<br /> We want her drug dealer busted!..<br /> He is a pharmacist down in<br /> Falmouth.<br /><br /> JAKE<br /> We figured after all you have been<br /> through you must be connected or<br /> you'd be dead.<br /><br /> Skeeter laughs.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> I will help you.<br /><br /> Skeeter smiles.</pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><pre><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"> Fade to black.</span></b></pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.kissmyasskentucky.com/2017/11/clinton-airport-drug-funding-promote.html"><img border="0" height="75" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oHeLMYZwFCc/UbYzgss74xI/AAAAAAAAI3k/VL3li5w3sck/s400/Click+for+next+screenplay+section,.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div>Steven Jeffrey Cullhttps://plus.google.com/104699146018815840496noreply@blogger.comFort Thomas, KY, USA39.075060700000009 -84.447163338.976453700000008 -84.6085248 39.17366770000001 -84.2858018tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522246270076708311.post-32919319569834833222017-11-11T07:02:00.000-08:002017-11-21T16:01:00.341-08:00Clinton Airport Drug Funding Promote Elitist Murder and Greed Throughout America<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b style="color: #cc0000; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><u><i>Screenplay Series Currently Under Rewrite.</i></u></b></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b><u>CHAPTER I</u></b></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b>Scene 13 -18</b></span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Jeo_MIMZ2M/UbYQQsEOIII/AAAAAAAAI2E/afAowgLXqpQ/s1600/dark+trees.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Jeo_MIMZ2M/UbYQQsEOIII/AAAAAAAAI2E/afAowgLXqpQ/s640/dark+trees.jpg" width="424" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Future Site of Dope Airport</span><br />by Steven Jeffrey Cull<br />Copyright PAu 3-373-868 Feb. 11, 2009<br />Copyright Revision June 5, 2013<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b> Fade in.</b></span><br /><br /><pre><u><span style="color: blue;">13 EXT. MAC'S BUSINESS PARKING LOT - DAY 13 </span></u></pre><pre><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Uixdvz642s/UbYQzphT0GI/AAAAAAAAI2M/1xl14_wNRgs/s1600/Mac+Loading+Dock.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="425" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Uixdvz642s/UbYQzphT0GI/AAAAAAAAI2M/1xl14_wNRgs/s640/Mac+Loading+Dock.jpg" width="640" /></a></pre><pre> </pre><pre> Skeeter and Mac carry document boxes from an open rear</pre><pre> hatch of Skeeter's Ford Explorer and place them on the<br /> floor inside a loading dock. Skeeter lights a cigarette<br /> and sits on a concrete curb along side the exterior of<br /> loading dock. Mac stands. <br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Mac... These are the last boxes...<br /> Appreciate you keeping them<br /> secure... Might make the Treasury<br /> Department happy one day.<br /><br /> MAC<br /> You're welcome... Do anything to<br /> help... You know that.<br /><br /> Mac sits on curb next to Skeeter.<br /><br /> MAC (CONT'D)<br /> When are you leaving?<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Tomorrow morning if they don't<br /> kill me tonight.<br /><br /> MAC<br /> They fuck'n with you again?<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Every day... Ain't the cops it's<br /> the drug dealers... Ain't the bank<br /> it's the attorneys... They just<br /> keep coming... Never stop.<br /><br /> Mac shakes his head in disgust.<br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> I feel like Jeremiah Johnson...<br /> Remember that movie?<br /><br /> Mac nods "yes". <br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> Indians keep coming out of the<br /> snow to kill em!.. That's how I<br /> feel!.. Jeremiah Johnson was lucky<br /> he could kill or be killed... Not<br /> me!.. If I defend my life they use<br /> it against me!<br /><br /> MAC<br /> They're just trying to piss you<br /> off Skeeter... Get you to do<br /> something stupid... Then they'll<br /> hang you!<br /><br /> Mac smiles as Skeeter laughs in agreement. <br /><br /> MAC (CONT'D)<br /> They're goin to come at you from<br /> every direction... Try to fuck you<br /> up!.. Get you to make a mistake...<br /> Don't be sucked in!<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Think you're right.</pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7ajJemy2eb4/UbYTrrL5eSI/AAAAAAAAI20/EADncInJQos/s1600/darkness+trees.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7ajJemy2eb4/UbYTrrL5eSI/AAAAAAAAI20/EADncInJQos/s640/darkness+trees.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre></pre><pre> MAC<br /> As long as you stay on the path<br /> towards the light... Yea I'm sure<br /> it seems like a pin hole right<br /> now... You stay on the path...<br /> Dirty fuckers can't touch you!<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Pinhole!.. You're right there!<br /><br /> MAC<br /> You let them get you off the path<br /> they'll destroy you... Seems<br /> simple stay on the path asshole!<br /><br /> Mac smiles.<br /><br /> MAC (CONT'D)<br /> Quit smoking too!.. You onere dog! <br /><br /> Skeeter laughs then stands and lights another cigarette. <br /><br /> MAC (CONT'D)<br /> Look at you... Light another<br /> one!.. Light another one stubborn<br /> asshole!<br /><br /> Skeeter smiles as he walks to Ford Explorer.<br /><br /> MAC (CONT'D)<br /> Have a safe ride to Key West...<br /> When you get there get you a lady<br /> and spank her!<br /><br /> Skeeter laughs as he turns to Mac. <br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> (Loudly)<br /> Hell with that she can spank me! <br /> (Hillbilly Accent)<br /> On my Lillie white!<br /><br /> Mac smiles a big smile.<br /><br /><br /><br /> <u><span style="color: blue;">14 EXT. BURGER KING DRIVE THROUGH ALEXANDRIA, KY - NIGHT 14</span></u></pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pU8MR0f6Ygs/UbYT2nsJb8I/AAAAAAAAI28/RQ6O9psN_hI/s1600/burger+Queen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pU8MR0f6Ygs/UbYT2nsJb8I/AAAAAAAAI28/RQ6O9psN_hI/s640/burger+Queen.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre></pre><pre> Skeeter drives his Ford Explorer into drive through and<br /> orders food at intercom. He notices a camera mounted<br /> above speaker. He then pulls to pick up window. Five<br /> employees observe as Pusher Boy hands a bag of food and a<br /> drink to Skeeter. Skeeter observes the other employees<br /> smiling in background. Skeeter realizes that the food has<br /> been tainted with narcotics. He opens wrappers dropping<br /> food to ground. He then pours the drink to the ground and<br /> smiles as he speaks to Pusher Boy.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Didn't order heroin pusher boy...<br /> Dealing drugs at a drive through<br /> is illegal... Have a good day.<br /><br /> Skeeter slowly drives as he exits pick up window. He then<br /> hears a yell from behind.<br /><br /> PUSHER BOY<br /> (VO)<br /> Fuck you Skeeter!<br /><br /><br /><br /> <u><span style="color: blue;">15 EXT. ARKANSAS AIRPORT - NIGHT 15</span></u></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SN9jxLLaM94/UbYRpRFdxLI/AAAAAAAAI2c/WfXM1-PPC2U/s1600/Marijuana+Bales.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SN9jxLLaM94/UbYRpRFdxLI/AAAAAAAAI2c/WfXM1-PPC2U/s640/Marijuana+Bales.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre></pre><pre> An airplane sits idling at a dimly lit small airport.<br /> Three Mexican men quickly move bales of marijuana wrapped<br /> in plastic from the plane to a white box truck. As they<br /> fully load the truck with the last bales an Arkansas<br /> license plate is seen. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <u><span style="color: blue;">16 EXT. U.S. 27 (FOUR-LANE), ALEXANDRIA, KY - NIGHT. 16</span></u><br /><br /> Skeeter listens to country music as he drives his Ford<br /> Explorer in the slow lane. A loud redneck truck quickly<br /> tailgates him blowing horn. The redneck truck passes him<br /> and pulls to front of Skeeter and slows. A young<br /> crackwhore passenger gives Skeeter the finger through<br /> rear window as the redneck male driver makes a cellphone<br /> call. Cocaine residue can be seen under his nose.<br /><br /> ALEXANDRIA POLICE DISPATCHER<br /> (VO)<br /> Alexandria Police... How may I<br /> help you?<br /><br /> Skeeter smiles as he attempts to pass the redneck truck.<br /> Truck accelerates loudly and speeds ahead. Skeeter<br /> returns to the slow lane and smiles as he listens to the<br /> music of the radio. A car load of High School kids speed<br /> by with music blaring. As they pass a lone female voice<br /> is heard yelling in a friendly manner.<br /><br /> FEMALE VOICE 1<br /> (VO)<br /> Get em Skeeter!<br /><br /><br /><br /> <u><span style="color: blue;">17 EXT. JOYCE'S MOTHER'S HOUSE - DAY 17</span></u></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_GP1HZAK-g0/UbYYb_CjFbI/AAAAAAAAI3U/PZbiH5GSTxk/s1600/Miss+Popp+House.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="440" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_GP1HZAK-g0/UbYYb_CjFbI/AAAAAAAAI3U/PZbiH5GSTxk/s640/Miss+Popp+House.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><pre></pre><pre> Skeeter rides motorcycle (Suzy) onto a gravel drive as he<br /> approaches the house. He removes a rotary dial phone from<br /> the saddle bag and carries it as he enters front porch.<br /> An older lady (Mrs. Popp) smiles sitting on a sofa on<br /> front porch. Mrs.<br /><br /> MRS. POPP<br /> Hi Skeeter.<br /><br /> Mrs. Popp yells through door into house.<br /><br /> MRS. POPP (CONT'D)<br /> Joycey!.. Joycey!.. Skeeter's<br /> here!<br /><br /> Skeeter hands the phone to Mrs. Popp.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> You take good care of it young<br /> lady... It's all yours now.<br /><br /> MRS. POPP<br /> Thanks Skeeter.<br /><br /> Mrs. Popp yells through door into house again.<br /><br /> MRS. POPP (CONT'D)<br /> Joycey!.. Skeeter!<br /><br /> Joey yells from within house. <br /><br /> JOEY<br /> (VO)<br /> Mom!.. Skeeter!<br /><br /> Skeeter smiles to Mrs. Popp. Joyce yells from within<br /> house.<br /><br /> JOYCE<br /> (VO)<br /> Hold your horses... Calm down old<br /> lady... Be out in a minute<br /> Skeeter.<br /><br /> Mrs. Popp smiles to Skeeter.<br /><br /> MRS. POPP<br /> Give her a little of my old lady.<br /><br /> Skeeter laughs then sits next to Mrs. Popp on sofa. Mrs.<br /> Popp spins rotary dial of phone. Joey and Teenager 1 exit<br /> house running to lawn and begin tossing football. Joyce<br /> exits house to porch as she smiles to Skeeter. Joyce sits<br /> down next to Skeeter on sofa and speaks to Mrs. Popp.<br /><br /> JOYCE<br /> Mom... Ain't you got some stew to<br /> stir?<br /><br /> Mrs. Popp gives Joyce a disgusted look. Skeeter laughs.<br /> Mrs. Popp smiles to Skeeter as she enters house. Joyce<br /> smiles to Skeeter.<br /><br /> JOYCE (CONT'D)<br /> You're really going to do it?...<br /> Key West?<br /><br /> Both Skeeter and Joyce smile.<br /><br /><br /><br /> <u><span style="color: blue;"> 18 EXT. U.S. 27 COLD SPRINGS, KY. - DAY 18</span></u></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jJ_SIK9_us/UbYUHoJJVTI/AAAAAAAAI3E/arTMHskLgoI/s1600/Frisch's.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jJ_SIK9_us/UbYUHoJJVTI/AAAAAAAAI3E/arTMHskLgoI/s640/Frisch's.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><pre><u><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span></u></pre><pre> Skeeter rides his motorcycle passing a Frisch's<br /> restaurant. A school bus passes in the opposite<br /> direction. Bus Driver 2 makes a call on the bus radio.<br /><br /> BUS DRIVER 2<br /> (VO)<br /> Skeeter is heading south on U.S.<br /> 27 at AA Highway.</pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><pre><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b> Fade to black.</b></span></pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.kissmyasskentucky.com/2017/11/kick-drug-dealer-ass-for-skeeter.html"><img border="0" height="75" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ujQD57keHQ/UbX7WvKJJyI/AAAAAAAAI10/80CMRsYYuUQ/s400/Click+for+next+screenplay+section,.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div>Steven Jeffrey Cullhttps://plus.google.com/104699146018815840496noreply@blogger.comArkansas, USA35.20105 -91.831833431.8621635 -96.995407399999991 38.5399365 -86.6682594tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522246270076708311.post-81139582029950248862017-11-10T13:23:00.000-08:002017-11-21T16:01:30.564-08:00Kick Drug Dealer Ass for Skeeter. Federal DEA Louisville. Special Agent in Charge Gary. Happy Trails<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b style="color: #cc0000; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><u><i>Screenplay Series Currently Under Rewrite.</i></u></b></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b>CHAPTER I</b></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b>Scene 19 - 24</b></span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YZgJ_HvogSU/UbXkaKj_fkI/AAAAAAAAI0s/B_3ctV8XLw4/s1600/Grant's+Lick,+Ky.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="479" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YZgJ_HvogSU/UbXkaKj_fkI/AAAAAAAAI0s/B_3ctV8XLw4/s640/Grant's+Lick,+Ky.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Future Site of Dope Airport</span><br />by Steven Jeffrey Cull<br />Copyright PAu 3-373-868 Feb. 11, 2009<br />Copyright Revision June 5, 2013<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b> Fade in.</b></span><br /><br /><pre><u><span style="color: blue;">19 INT/EXT. DAIRY DELIGHT (ALEXANDRIA, KY) - DAY 19</span></u></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x8DEh1LBr5k/UbXtABVPuFI/AAAAAAAAI1k/UvcFPKplWxo/s1600/ice+cream+parlor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="479" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x8DEh1LBr5k/UbXtABVPuFI/AAAAAAAAI1k/UvcFPKplWxo/s640/ice+cream+parlor.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre></pre><pre> Skeeter, Robby, and Joanie sit in a booth at Dairy<br /> Delight eating ice cream. Skeeter notices a Campbell<br /> County Police cruiser circles the parking lot then exits.<br /> Robby grabs the cherry from atop Joanie's ice cream and<br /> quickly eats it. Robby smiles a big smile to Joanie.<br /> Joanie appears excited.<br /><br /> JOANIE<br /> You're an asshole Robby!<br /><br /> Robby looks to Skeeter and both laugh. Joanie laughs. <br /><br /> ROBBY<br /> Joanie's got a new boyfriend dad..<br /> He's an idiot... Got Dumbo ears!<br /><br /> JOANIE<br /> He does not!.. You're an idiot<br /> Robby!<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Where did you meet Dumbo Joanie?<br /><br /> Robby laughs. Joanie appears embarrassed.<br /><br /> JOANIE<br /> Dad don't call him Dumbo!.. Robby<br /> is stupid!.. Goes to my school...<br /> He's rad! <br /><br /> Robby laughs.<br /><br /> ROBBY<br /> Dumbo rad!<br /><br /> JOANIE<br /> Shut up Robby! <br /><br /> Robby smiles. Skeeter appears serious.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Robby Joanie listen!.. Won't be<br /> seeing you kids for a little<br /> while... Head'n out of town.<br /><br /> Robby appears concerned.<br /><br /> ROBBY<br /> Where you going dad?<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Key West!. Ride'n Suzy!.. Need to<br /> get out of this hell hole for<br /> awhile... Don't tell anybody OK.<br /><br /> ROBBY<br /> We won't Dad!<br /><br /> Robby looks to Joanie.<br /><br /> ROBBY (CONT'D)<br /> Right Joanie?<br /><br /> Joanie eats her ice cream and nods "yes". <br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Need a break... Assholes around<br /> here keep screwing with me.<br /><br /> ROBBY<br /> The drug fuckers?.. Or bank?.. Or<br /> mom?.. Who? <br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Yea... Plus a few.<br /><br /> Joanie appears excited.<br /><br /> JOANIE<br /> Send us a post card dad?<br /><br /> Skeeter smiles as he nods "yes". <br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Not sure when I'll be back... You<br /> all need to take care of each<br /> other... That all you really have<br /> is one another. <br /><br /> Joanie smiles.<br /><br /> JOANIE<br /> Got any money dad?<br /><br /> ROBBY<br /> We're tired of Raviolis!<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Your mother gets plenty...<br /> Supposed to be for you kids...<br /> Cocaine is an expensive habit.<br /><br /> Robby interrupts.<br /><br /> ROBBY<br /> Don't want to hear it dad.<br /><br /> Skeeter stands and removes his wallet. He hands a one<br /> hundred dollars bill to Joanie then Robby. Joanie<br /> displays money to Robby. <br /><br /> JOANIE<br /> Thanks dad!<br /><br /> ROBBY<br /> Thanks pops!<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Don't let your mother get it!..<br /> She'll blow it up her nose.<br /><br /> ROBBY<br /> We won't dad... We know.<br /><br /> Skeeter, Robby, and Joanie walk to motorcycle as an<br /> Alexandria Police Cruiser slowly passes them in the<br /> parking lot. The police radio is heard. <br /><br /> DIRTY ALEXANDRIA POLICE CHIEF<br /> (VO)<br /> Is he still there?<br /><br /> DIRTY COP 4<br /> (VO)<br /> Skeeter is getting ready to leave.<br /><br /> Skeeter starts the motorcycle then walks and stands<br /> between Robby and Joanie. He motions for a hug.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Come here!.. Give me a big hug! <br /><br /> They stand at each side of Skeeter. He hugs them both at<br /> one time. Skeeter appears sad then kisses both atop their<br /> heads.<br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> Love you Rob... Love you Joanie... <br /> Forever and ever.<br /><br /> Skeeter places his helmet on his head and mounts the<br /> motorcycle. He travels forward then makes a U-turn and<br /> stares a sad smile as he passes Robby and Joanie. Joanie<br /> and Robby yell.<br /><br /> JOANIE AND ROBBY<br /> Love you dad!<br /><br /> Skeeter exits parking lot on motorcycle. Robby hugs<br /> Joanie. Joanie smiles to Robby. They walk forward as both<br /> smile. The sound of a motorcycle accelerating can be<br /> heard in background. The voice on a police radio is<br /> heard. <br /><br /> DIRTY COP 4<br /> (VO)<br /> He is heading south on U.S. 27.<br /><br /><br /><br /> <u><span style="color: blue;">20 EXT. SKEETER'S FARM BARN AREA - SUNSET 20</span></u></pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IES0Y-Szjoc/UbXlaW3jYdI/AAAAAAAAI08/zWT3FMSLtkU/s1600/Horse+fence+night.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="512" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IES0Y-Szjoc/UbXlaW3jYdI/AAAAAAAAI08/zWT3FMSLtkU/s640/Horse+fence+night.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre></pre><pre> Skeeter rides his motorcycle from the street to his<br /> driveway. He observes a man standing in the shadows at<br /> the four rail wood fence bordering drive. The man remains<br /> still holding a shotgun while staring into the pasture.<br /> Skeeter stops motorcycle and approaches the man (Alford).<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> What are you doing?<br /><br /> Alford does not respond. Skeeter gets closer.<br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> What the hell you doing? <br /><br /> Alford slowly turns lowering shotgun pointing it to<br /> Skeeter's head. Skeeter appears fearful. Alford appears<br /> as though in a drug induced zombie state.<br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> What the hell you doing?<br /><br /> Alford continues his zombie stare then slowly turns and<br /> stares back to pasture.<br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> You need to go home get some<br /> sleep.<br /><br /> Alford speaks slowly in an angry trans like manner.<br /><br /> ALFORD<br /> Shoot him in the head.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Shoot me?.. You goin shoot me?<br /><br /> Alford turns and again points gun at Skeeter.<br /><br /> ALFORD<br /> Shoot him in the head!<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> What I ever do to you?<br /><br /> Alford slowly lowers gun, turns, and walks along the<br /> fence towards the street. Skeeter appears fearful as he<br /> observes Alford rounding the corner of the fence and<br /> disappearing into the shadows. The voice of Alford can be<br /> heard from the dark. <br /><br /> ALFORD<br /> (VO)<br /> Shoot him in the head.<br /><br /> The sun sets over a distant wooded hilltop as the blast<br /> of a shotgun is heard. Then total darkness.<br /><br /><br /><br /> <u><span style="color: blue;">21 EXT. SKEETER'S RESIDENCE - MORNING 21</span></u><br /> Residence is a small old run down log sided 1 1/2 story<br /> with a rear porch. All in need of paint and repair. </pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5hrz5n-ZhgU/UbXl2-XvmoI/AAAAAAAAI1E/B7GsxISLb8M/s1600/Houses+Ky+3+061.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5hrz5n-ZhgU/UbXl2-XvmoI/AAAAAAAAI1E/B7GsxISLb8M/s640/Houses+Ky+3+061.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre></pre><pre> The bright morning sunlight reflect off the lake a new<br /> day as Skeeter pets his dogs goodbye one then the other.<br /> He observes his motorcycle (Suzy) at idol fully loaded<br /> with a rear backpack, sleeping bag and additional bags<br /> all strapped neatly at rear seat easy rider style. He<br /> makes a cellphone call and gets voice mail.<br /><br /> GARY<br /> (V.O.)<br /> Federal DEA Louisville Division...<br /> Special Agent in Charge... Please<br /> leave a message.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Hey Gary!.. Skeeter... I'm taking<br /> a little motorcycle ride to Key<br /> West and back... I'm taking the<br /> back roads... Kick drug dealer ass<br /> for me... And happy trails!<br /><br /> Skeeter walks across lawn and throws the cellphone. He<br /> watches it splash into the lake. Nearby ducks quack and<br /> scatter. He stares to the lake and surrounding wooded<br /> hillside for a while not knowing whether he would ever<br /> return. He then walks to motorcycle and puts on his brown<br /> leather jacket and helmet. He mounts the motorcycle, revs<br /> the engine, and slowly rides up the gravel drive. The<br /> dogs follow wagging their tails.<br /><br /><br /><br /> <u><span style="color: blue;">22 EXT. SKEETER'S FARM - MORNING 22</span></u></pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cei1GMBy7fI/UbXmT5_haRI/AAAAAAAAI1M/RClqNpIoY-w/s1600/Red+Tail+hawk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="457" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cei1GMBy7fI/UbXmT5_haRI/AAAAAAAAI1M/RClqNpIoY-w/s640/Red+Tail+hawk.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre></pre><pre> Skeeter rides his motorcycle slowly passing barn as a Red<br /> Tail Hawk (God) sweeps down then upwards sounding its<br /> call as though approving and disappears into the glare of<br /> the sun. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <u><span style="color: blue;">23 EXT. CLAY RIDGE ROAD & US 27 (GRANT'S LICK, KY.)- MORNING23<br /></span></u><br /> Skeeter rides motorcycle slowly passing Grant's Lick<br /> Market. He waves to the store owner who returns the wave.<br /> School children sit in a truck along road next to a run<br /> down apartment building. A middle age man approaches them<br /> displaying a plastic bag of drugs. A school bus passes <br /> and the driver waves to the drug dealer. Skeeter observes <br /> a shot gun peppered road sign "Welcome To Grant's Lick"<br /> as he turns south on US 27. He crests the road as the<br /> sun's glare erases his travel.<br /><br /><br /><br /> <u><span style="color: blue;">24 EXT. US 27 (RURAL AREA) - MORNING 24</span></u></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mCvTxAonSCY/UbXmeI-rwFI/AAAAAAAAI1U/oM0WR-p77pc/s1600/cows+fence.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="453" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mCvTxAonSCY/UbXmeI-rwFI/AAAAAAAAI1U/oM0WR-p77pc/s640/cows+fence.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre></pre><pre> Skeeter smiles as he rides his motorcycle down a sunlit<br /> road. He approaches multiple cows lined up grazing<br /> through a fence aside road . He toots the horn as he<br /> passes. Two cows raise their heads and moo.<br /></pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><pre><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b> Fade to black.</b></span></pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.kissmyasskentucky.com/2017/11/thy-as-you-ride-through-hillbilly-drug.html"><img border="0" height="75" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2gEIO6I5ym8/UbXb7iYsFAI/AAAAAAAAI0c/wHkWh_STUWk/s400/Click+for+next+screenplay+section,.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div></div>Steven Jeffrey Cullhttps://plus.google.com/104699146018815840496noreply@blogger.comLouisville, KY, USA38.2526647 -85.75845570000001337.853296699999994 -86.403902700000017 38.6520327 -85.113008700000009tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522246270076708311.post-76369603175595030872017-11-09T13:50:00.000-08:002017-11-21T16:01:51.258-08:00Thy as You Ride through the Hillbilly Drug Cartel Valley of the Shadow of Death. Thy Shall Fear No Evil Bankers<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b style="color: #cc0000; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><u><i>Screenplay Series Currently Under Rewrite.</i></u></b></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b><u>CHAPTER I</u></b></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b>Scene 25 -28</b></span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i57vQApoan0/UbXLevUM3BI/AAAAAAAAIzc/WAPKesJm6OU/s1600/Horse+farm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="425" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i57vQApoan0/UbXLevUM3BI/AAAAAAAAIzc/WAPKesJm6OU/s640/Horse+farm.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Future Site of Dope Airport</span><br />by Steven Jeffrey Cull<br />Copyright PAu 3-373-868 Feb. 11, 2009<br />Copyright Revision June 5, 2013<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b> Fade in.</b></span><br /><br /><pre><u><span style="color: blue;">25 EXT. COUNTRY ROAD (KY. RT460 E) - AFTERNOON 25</span></u></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jOBBnJzBgKE/UbXOyKqH9VI/AAAAAAAAIz0/idkw8aeC0lY/s1600/Ice+Cream.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jOBBnJzBgKE/UbXOyKqH9VI/AAAAAAAAIz0/idkw8aeC0lY/s640/Ice+Cream.jpg" width="631" /></a></div><pre><u><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span></u><br /> Skeeter rides his motorcycle down a curving sloping<br /> country road bordered by Kentucky horse farms. Horses<br /> gallop along the fence as though riding along. He gives a<br /> two fingers downward motorcycle wave to group of<br /> motorcycles traveling in the opposite direction. He<br /> enjoys the ride then approaches a white shed building<br /> with a wood cut out ice cream cone atop. He enters and<br /> parks as a family sitting on a bench stare. Skeeter nods<br /> hello as he passes then walks to ordering window.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Medium vanilla cone please.<br /><br /> Skeeter smiles as he leans to a horse tie up fence. A<br /> young lady smiles as she hands an ice cream cone through<br /> the window.<br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> Thank you young lady.<br /><br /> She smiles then Skeeter walks to a vacant bench and sits.<br /><br /> Older Country Lady 1 approaches and sits next to Skeeter.<br /> She smiles to Skeeter then points to the motorcycle.<br /><br /> OLDER COUNTRY LADY 1<br /> Sure is a pretty motorcycle...<br /> Your not from around here are you?<br /><br /> Skeeter smiles.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> No Ma'am... From up near<br /> Cincinnati.<br /><br /> Older Country Lady 1 eats her ice cream from the cone<br /> with a plastic spoon.<br /><br /> OLDER COUNTRY LADY 1<br /> Brother went to Cincinnati.<br /><br /> Older Country Lady 1 slowly licks ice cream residue from<br /> her lips in a seductive manner.<br /><br /> OLDER COUNTRY LADY 1 (CONT'D)<br /> Said they had some of them there<br /> Skyscrapers... Went to Lexington<br /> once... Horse Park.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Went there too long time ago.<br /><br /> OLDER COUNTRY LADY 1<br /> Bought me a new hat in<br /> Lexington... One of them there<br /> fancy horse lady hats... I wear it<br /> every year to the county fair.<br /><br /> Older Country Lady 1 licks ice cream from spoon with the<br /> very tip of her tongue.<br /><br /> OLDER COUNTRY LADY 1 (CONT'D)<br /> Last year my grandson won the hog<br /> calling contest! <br /><br /> Skeeter laughs.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> That right?<br /><br /> Skeeter smiles a big friendly smile.<br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> Young lady... One day like to see<br /> you in that fancy horse lady hat.<br /><br /> Older Country Lady 1 blushes.<br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> Enjoyed talking with you... Time<br /> to head down the road.<br /><br /> Skeeter attempts to stand as Older Country Lady 1 gentle<br /> grabs Skeeter's forearm. He returns to sitting.<br /><br /> OLDER COUNTRY LADY 1<br /> Where you head'n... Young Man.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Key West!<br /><br /> OLDER COUNTRY LADY 1<br /> Oh my!.. Heard it's so hot down<br /> there people don't wear clothes...<br /> Young man better wear clothes...<br /> Get sunburn on your Ding Dong!<br /><br /> Older Country Lady 1 smiles then Skeeter smiles.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Got an idea!.. Get that fancy hat<br /> come with me my lady?<br /><br /> Older Country Lady 1 smiles.<br /><br /> OLDER COUNTRY LADY 1<br /> No... Couldn't do that... Too<br /> old... Forty years ago...... <br /><br /> Skeeter stands. <br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Never too old!.. Last chance.<br /><br /> Older Country Lady 1 raises her hand to shake hands with<br /> Skeeter. Skeeter kisses the top of her hand and both<br /> smile. Skeeter sits on motorcycle smiling at Older<br /> Country Lady 1 as he puts helmet on. He rides down the<br /> road then toot of the motorcycle horn is heard. Older<br /> Country Lady 2 sits at bench next to Older Country Lady<br /> 1.<br /><br /> OLDER COUNTRY LADY 2<br /> Who was that on that motorcycle?<br /><br /> OLDER COUNTRY LADY 1<br /> My new boyfriend!<br /><br /> OLDER COUNTRY LADY 2<br /> Naa!.. Your fool'n!<br /><br /> Older Country Lady 1 leans to Older Country Lady 2.<br /><br /> OLDER COUNTRY LADY 1<br /> Serious... Got a big red ding<br /> dong!<br /><br /> Both giggle loudly together then smile as they stare down<br /> the road.<br /><br /><br /><br /> <u><span style="color: blue;">26 EXT. COUNTRY ROAD (KY. RT23S) - LATE AFTERNOON 26</span></u></pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hBQLdUeHRzw/UbXPJDy5ckI/AAAAAAAAIz8/nDVe1bG9Yxk/s1600/Appalachain+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="194" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hBQLdUeHRzw/UbXPJDy5ckI/AAAAAAAAIz8/nDVe1bG9Yxk/s640/Appalachain+2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre></pre><pre> The motorcycle engine purrs as Skeeter rides a winding<br /> sloping country road. He observes the distance sunlit<br /> silhouette of the Appalachian Mountains. A dark storm<br /> cloud follows as lightning intensifies the evil in<br /> pursuit.<br /><br /><br /><br /> <u><span style="color: blue;">27 EXT. MOTEL - NIGHT 27</span></u></pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2wYQyBp313E/UbXPa9eaGVI/AAAAAAAAI0E/cBNjkGzOvT8/s1600/Shooting+Star.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="469" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2wYQyBp313E/UbXPa9eaGVI/AAAAAAAAI0E/cBNjkGzOvT8/s640/Shooting+Star.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre></pre><pre> Skeeter exits his motel room and places a tire lock cable<br /> to the rear tire of motorcycle. He appears to be the only<br /> motel customer. Total quiet fills the air. He stares to<br /> the night skies as a shooting star streaks against the<br /> horizon. Suddenly the sound of a loud muffler is heard as<br /> an old white Volkswagon Van rattles around corner of<br /> motel. A trail of exhaust smoke fills the air as the van<br /> parks at the adjacent motel room. Bright green plant life<br /> can be seen throughout the vehicle. A Small Oriental Man<br /> 1 (God) exits van and opens motel room door then opens<br /> rear van door. As though on a mission, he carries one<br /> plant at a time to room. The Small Oriental Man 1 seems<br /> unaware of Skeeter's presence. Skeeter looks downwards<br /> while smoking a cigarette then looks up in surprise to<br /> see the Small Oriental Man 1 standing holding a Bonsai<br /> Tree in front of Skeeter.<br /><br /> SMALL ORIENTAL MAN 1<br /> (Oriental accent)<br /> Sir... Bonsai Tree?<br /><br /> Skeeter observes closely Bonsai Tree.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Very nice... You do good work sir.<br /><br /> Small Oriental Man 1 offers Bonsai tree to Skeeter.<br /><br /> SMALL ORIENTAL MAN 1<br /> (Oriental accent)<br /> You want.<br /><br /> Skeeter appears confused.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> No where to carry the tree sir.<br /><br /> Skeeter points to motorcycle.<br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> Motorcycle.<br /><br /> SMALL ORIENTAL MAN 1<br /> (Oriental accent)<br /> Give you "Tree of Life"!<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Beautiful tree... Thank you very<br /> much sir but no thanks.<br /><br /> Skeeter places hands together and bows in thanks then<br /> Small Oriental Man 1 returns the bow. <br /><br /> SMALL ORIENTAL MAN 1<br /> Name sir?<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Skeeter! <br /><br /> Small Oriental Man 1 holds out the Bonsai tree in front<br /> of Skeeter and waves his hand over it in a ritual manner. <br /><br /> SMALL ORIENTAL MAN 1<br /> (Loud Whisper)<br /> Skeeter Skeeter Skeeter <br /><br /> Small Oriental Man 1 raises the Bonsai Tree and bows head<br /> to tree as in prayer.<br /><br /> SMALL ORIENTAL MAN 1<br /> Skeeter... Tree of Life!<br /><br /> Skeeter appears confused while giving The Small Oriental<br /> Man 1 a big warm smile.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Thank you sir.<br /><br /> Small Oriental Man 1 again appears unaware of Skeeter as<br /> he places the Bonsai Tree back into the rear of van. He<br /> then appears as though on a mission again and carries the<br /> other Bonsai Trees one at a time from room to van.<br /> Skeeter appears confused as he sits observing. The Small<br /> Oriental Man 1 then stares a kind stare to Skeeter. He<br /> nods his head to Skeeter for a moment and enters van. The<br /> sound of the engine cranking can be heard followed by a<br /> loud backfire. Exhaust smoke fills the air then the van<br /> drives away rounding the motel corner in a cloud of<br /> smoke. All goes totally quiet. Skeeter observes the<br /> brightness of starlit skies.<br /><br /><br /><br /> <u><span style="color: blue;">28 EXT. MOTEL - SUNRISE 28</span></u></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poB-8ItXmuo/UbXPvAJF6_I/AAAAAAAAI0M/1UjHV1I99-g/s1600/sunrise+mountain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="358" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poB-8ItXmuo/UbXPvAJF6_I/AAAAAAAAI0M/1UjHV1I99-g/s640/sunrise+mountain.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre><u><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span></u> Skeeter exits motel room carrying a backpack to<br /> motorcycle. He unfastens a saddle bag flap and sees his<br /> mother's laminated obituary notice at the bottom. He<br /> grabs it and observes it. "Joan Patricia Cull" is<br /> displayed then Skeeter turns the notice to the back and<br /> reads.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Thy as you walk through the valley<br /> of the shadow of death. Thy shall<br /> fear no evil. <br /><br /> Skeeter smiles and looks upward and speaks.<br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> Thanks for the tree mom dad...<br /> Love you.<br /><br /> The morning sun lights his face in a glow.</pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><pre><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b> Fade to black.</b></span></pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.kissmyasskentucky.com/2017/11/old-mob-calls-new-mob-bitches-and.html"><img border="0" height="75" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sg0qktAYYYo/UbXB6nMOkDI/AAAAAAAAIzM/5c83_fTCtLg/s400/Click+for+next+screenplay+section,.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div>Steven Jeffrey Cullhttps://plus.google.com/104699146018815840496noreply@blogger.comLondon, KY, USA37.1289771 -84.083264637.0276821 -84.2446261 37.2302721 -83.921903100000009tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522246270076708311.post-65937557011470608132017-11-08T15:31:00.000-08:002017-11-21T16:02:09.612-08:00Old Mob calls New Mob Bitches and Wannabes without Balls at Northern Kentucky Criminal Drug Dealers Bank<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b style="color: #cc0000; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><u><i>Screenplay Series Currently Under Rewrite.</i></u></b></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b><u>CHAPTER I</u></b></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b>Scene 29 -36</b></span></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CcbfwsBb4Xg/UbSqicvvp5I/AAAAAAAAIys/Q6cFyT2XH6Y/s1600/Mile+High.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="420" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CcbfwsBb4Xg/UbSqicvvp5I/AAAAAAAAIys/Q6cFyT2XH6Y/s640/Mile+High.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Future Site of Dope Airport</span><br />by Steven Jeffrey Cull<br />Copyright PAu 3-373-868 Feb. 11, 2009<br />Copyright Revision June 5, 2013<br /><div><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b> Fade in.</b></span><br /><br /><pre><u><span style="color: blue;">29 EXT. COUNTRY ROAD (APPALACHIAN MOUNTAIN) - MORNING 29</span></u></pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-axRSOGzO5kY/UbSn706V24I/AAAAAAAAIyQ/pXOWz_UnOOo/s1600/Road+Mountain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="359" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-axRSOGzO5kY/UbSn706V24I/AAAAAAAAIyQ/pXOWz_UnOOo/s640/Road+Mountain.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre> Skeeter approaches the sunlit Appalachian Mountains</pre><pre> riding his motorcycle. Distant dark storm clouds can be<br /> seen as though following him. He rides up a steep grade<br /> bordered by mature trees as if climbing to the heavens.<br /> The bright sunlight glistens through the cloud canopy<br /> above as he passes a "Welcome to North Carolina" sign. A<br /> stuffed yellow Sponge Bob hat faces rearward from<br /> motorcycle backpack bouncing with the wind as through<br /> laughing at Kentucky. Skeeter observes numerous lightning<br /> strikes as storm quickly approaches. He smiles and with a<br /> wild look in his eyes quickly climbs a long steep section<br /> of road and disappears into the protection of a cloud. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <u><span style="color: blue;">30 EXT. COUNTRY ROAD (MILE HIGH BRIDGE) - LATE MORNING 30</span></u></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BgtGk_ePDKo/UbSkEJErnQI/AAAAAAAAIxY/Z2bSArx9fA8/s1600/Cloud+Blanket.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="412" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BgtGk_ePDKo/UbSkEJErnQI/AAAAAAAAIxY/Z2bSArx9fA8/s640/Cloud+Blanket.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre> Skeeter rides his motorcycle up a steep winding road</pre><pre> through the cold terrain above the baron treeline. He<br /> observes the top of a sunlit mountain ahead. Below a snow<br /> like blanket of clouds can be seen as though extending<br /> forever and ever. The muffled sound of thunder is heard<br /> as lightning flashes the clouds below. Skeeter smiles<br /> forward in awe of the spender as Sponge Bob dances<br /> laughing at the evil lost behind. The arch of God's<br /> rainbow glows the path to the highest mountain peak. An<br /> American Flag crowns her glory. She waves her colors as<br /> though applauding the day.<br /><br /><br /><br /> <u><span style="color: blue;">31 EXT. SKEETER'S RESIDENCE - NIGHT 31</span></u></pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SQ5wPMzRGVs/UbSlD3R6rnI/AAAAAAAAIxo/monCUxqM0P8/s1600/Houses+Ky+3+062.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SQ5wPMzRGVs/UbSlD3R6rnI/AAAAAAAAIxo/monCUxqM0P8/s640/Houses+Ky+3+062.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre> Two dogs run from under porch and bark at Dirty Cop 1 and</pre><pre> Dirty Cop 2 as they enter the rear porch. Dirty Cop 2<br /> kicks one of the dogs down the wooden steps. Dirty Cop 1<br /> questions Dirty Cop 2.<br /><br /> DIRTY COP 1<br /> Got the key?<br /><br /> Dirty Cop 1 unlocks the door then both enter the family<br /> room as the home security alarm begins to beep. Dirty<br /> Cop 2 enters the code shutting off alarm as Dirty Cop 1<br /> turns on the lights. Dirty Cop 1 points up the stairs.<br /><br /> DIRTY COP 1 (CONT'D)<br /> Check out his office. <br /><br /> The sound of motorcycles can be heard as they approach<br /> the house. Dirty Cop 1 yells up the stairs.<br /><br /> DIRTY COP 1 (CONT'D)<br /> Our enforcers are here... Let me<br /> do the talking. <br /><br /> Dirty Cop 1 inspects a bedroom as three Iron Horsemen<br /> enter the main family room of residence. Iron Horseman 2<br /> carries a sawed off shotgun and Iron Horseman 3 carries a<br /> horse saddle bag. Dirty Cop 2 begins to walks down the<br /> stairs startling Iron Horseman 2 whom points the shotgun<br /> towards Dirty Cop 2. As Dirty Cop 2 motions to Iron<br /> Horseman 2 to lower shotgun Dirty Cop 2 enters the family<br /> room from a bedroom. <br /><br /> DIRTY COP 2<br /> Everything's gone... Few pieces of<br /> paper and some dust. <br /><br /> All look around the room as the sound of Quadrunners<br /> approaching is heard. All stare to one another as Iron<br /> Horseman 2 quickly moves to the rear porch and aims the<br /> shotgun at Francis and Alford as they ride into view.<br /> Alford yells to Iron Horseman 2.<br /><br /> ALFORD<br /> Don't shoot me Couz!.. Grandma<br /> kick your ass! <br /><br /> Iron Horseman 2 smiles then lowers the shotgun. Dirty Cop<br /> 1 speaks to all as Francis and Alford enter residence.<br /><br /> DIRTY COP 1<br /> Skeeter is no where to be found... <br /><br /> Dirty Cop 1 looks to Iron Horsemen Carson and speaks in<br /> an angry manner.<br /><br /> DIRTY COP 1 (CONT'D)<br /> Thought your drug addict network<br /> was tracking him?<br /><br /> Iron Horsemen Carson appears angry as he gives Dirty Cop<br /> 1 a hard look.<br /><br /> DIRTY COP 1 (CONT'D)<br /> We're fucked!<br /><br /> Dirty Cop 1 makes cellphone call.<br /><br /> DIRTY COP 1 (CONT'D)<br /> Chief bad news... Skeeter is<br /> gone... House is cleaned out and<br /> our Iron Horsemen do not have a<br /> clue where he is either.<br /><br /> Iron Horseman 2 appears angry and kicks an old coffee<br /> table. Dirty Cop 1 questions Iron Horseman Carson.<br /><br /> DIRTY COP 1 (CONT'D)<br /> Bring the drugs?<br /><br /> Iron Horseman Carson motions to Iron Horseman 3. Iron<br /> Horseman 3 removes a large plastic bag of powder (Drugs)<br /> from the saddle bag.<br /><br /> DIRTY COP 1 (CONT'D)<br /> Plant it in the basement up<br /> high... Make it visible so even a<br /> goody cop can find it!<br /><br /> Dirty Cop 2 observes an envelope atop the fireplace<br /> mantle and grabs it. He can be heard reading.<br /><br /> DIRTY COP 2<br /> Kiss my ass!<br /><br /> All look to Dirty Cop 2 as he shows the letter displaying<br /> "Kiss My Ass Bitch Boys, Love Skeeter" written in large<br /> bold black letters. All stare in anger. A loud shotgun<br /> blast is heard as Iron Horseman 2 fires a shot into the<br /> wall. All appear startled as Alford jumps rearward in<br /> fear.<br /><br /> ALFORD<br /> Damn couz!<br /><br /> The roar of motorcycles can be heard as an owl sits still<br /> perched upon the porch gable in the brightness of the<br /> moon.<br /><br /><br /><br /> <u><span style="color: blue;">32 EXT. CAMPBELL COUNTY POLICE STATION PARKING LOT - NIGHT32</span></u><br /><br /> Dirty Campbell County Police Chief stands aside a police<br /> cruiser in a cellphone conversation. The voice of Ex-Wife<br /> can be heard screaming through phone in a drug induced<br /> nasty threatening manner.<br /><br /> EX-WIFE<br /> (VO)<br /> You better find him and kill him<br /> this time or I'm telling everybody<br /> about everything... Starting with<br /> your wife... I'll call sixty<br /> minutes... The newspaper... You<br /> just watch me... I'll tell.<br /><br /> Dirty Campbell County Police Chief hangs up then make<br /> another cellphone call.<br /><br /> ALEXANDRIA POLICE DISPATCHER<br /> (VO)<br /> Alexandria Police how may I be of<br /> service.<br /><br /><br /><br /> <u><span style="color: blue;">33 EXT. SKEETER'S RESIDENCE - MORNING 33</span></u></pre><pre></pre><pre> A rooster crows as Alford slowly rides his quadrunner</pre><pre> down Skeeter's driveway to the rear porch area. He enters<br /> residence. A dog swims in lake chasing ducks as Alford<br /> exits house carrying the large plastic bag of drugs<br /> planted the night before. He holds the bag up to the sun<br /> and smiles. The sound of ducks quacking is heard as<br /> through laughing upon the irony.<br /><br /><br /><br /> <u><span style="color: blue;">34 EXT. ROUTE 17S GEORGIA/FLORIDA - DAY 34</span></u></pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HoLAMVDXLJ4/UbSsE8zZzvI/AAAAAAAAIy8/30Tau4FlqFA/s1600/Florida.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="425" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HoLAMVDXLJ4/UbSsE8zZzvI/AAAAAAAAIy8/30Tau4FlqFA/s640/Florida.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre> The sun shines upon Skeeter as he rides his motorcycle</pre><pre> approaching a sign "Welcome to Florida". He gives a two<br /> fingers downward wave to motorcycles headed in the<br /> opposite direction. The Sponge Bob hat appears dancing<br /> and laughing rearward towards Kentucky.<br /><br /><br /><br /> <u><span style="color: blue;">35 INT. OFFICE (OLD MOB)(GOD) NEW YORK - DAY 35</span></u><br /> Faces never visible.</pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JjdRT_v2BIY/UbSmK0y6w8I/AAAAAAAAIx4/oc0muyRJ7WU/s1600/New+York+Liberty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="479" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JjdRT_v2BIY/UbSmK0y6w8I/AAAAAAAAIx4/oc0muyRJ7WU/s640/New+York+Liberty.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre> Spike, Vinny, and Al sit at a coffee table admiring the</pre><pre> New York sky line from their elaborate high rise office.<br /> Smoke rises as Vinny smokes a cigar. The sound of ice can<br /> be heard as it swirls in cocktails. Frank Sinatra music<br /> is heard as a sexy secretary enters the room and hands a<br /> message to Al. He reads message then laughs. <br /><br /> SPIKE<br /> What's so funny?<br /><br /> AL<br /> Fuck'n Skeeter... He's fuck'n with<br /> Kentucky again!<br /><br /> Vinny smokes his cigar.<br /><br /> VINNY<br /> What now?<br /><br /> AL<br /> Crazy bastard took off on his<br /> motorcycle... Head'n down the east<br /> coast towards Miami.<br /><br /> Spike and Vinny laugh.<br /><br /> AL (CONT'D)<br /> Looks like we got another<br /> hillbillies uprising.. They can't<br /> find him... Don't know where he<br /> is... They want our help.<br /><br /> VINNY<br /> Fuck them...<br /><br /> Vinny places cigar to ashtray and raises his cocktail.<br /><br /> VINNY (CONT'D)<br /> Good for you Skeeter!<br /><br /> All raise cocktails in toast.<br /><br /> AL<br /> Go!.. Skeeter!.. Go!<br /><br /> All laugh. The Statue of Liberty can be seen across the<br /> New York skyline.<br /><br /><br /><br /> <u><span style="color: blue;">36 INT. VANHORN'S OFFICE (BANK) - LATE AFTERNOON 36<br /></span></u><br /> Mann appears excited as he stands at the front of desk in<br /> discussion with Vanhorn.<br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> We're in trouble Noran is on his<br /> way... Called associates!<br /><br /> Vanhorn appears disgusted.<br /><br /> VANHORN (CONT'D)<br /> What happened?.. How the hell did<br /> Skeeter disappear with a thousand<br /> eyes watching him?<br /><br /> MANN<br /> No one believed he would really<br /> take off on a motorcycle ride<br /> cross country... Not at his age.<br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> Better find him!.. Noran...<br /> Crawford... They think the Feds <br /> are behind it!<br /><br /> Mann appears worried.<br /><br /> MANN<br /> Hope not.<br /><br /> Noran appears angry as he enters office.<br /><br /> NORAN<br /> Where the hell is Skeeter?<br /><br /> MANN<br /> We have every drug addict and<br /> dealer in the country looking for<br /> him. <br /><br /> NORAN<br /> What are our damn dirty cops<br /> doing?<br /><br /> MANN<br /> Skeeter is not in Kentucky... No<br /> other state will cooperate... Feds<br /> made sure of that.<br /><br /> NORAN<br /> Our associates won't help us<br /> either... Called Chicago Cleveland<br /> Detroit... Finally New York...<br /> They all laughed!.. Called me a<br /> bitch!.. Said they did not like<br /> the bad press... The dead kids.<br /><br /> Noran in anger points to Mann <br /><br /> NORAN (CONT'D)<br /> You need to have our Iron Horsemen<br /> track him and kill him!<br /></pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><pre><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b> Fade to black.</b></span></pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.kissmyasskentucky.com/2017/11/bank-motorcycle-gang-hit-squad-murders.html"><img border="0" height="75" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8iSKTrAIM1k/UbSeOyIxcGI/AAAAAAAAIxA/-FPoYn3wZSQ/s400/Click+for+next+screenplay+section,.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div></div><div><br /></div></div>Steven Jeffrey Cullhttps://plus.google.com/104699146018815840496noreply@blogger.comNew York, NY, USA40.7127753 -74.005972839.9423093 -75.296866299999991 41.483241299999996 -72.7150793tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522246270076708311.post-61778606519607399842017-11-07T09:35:00.000-08:002017-11-21T16:02:40.718-08:00Bank Motorcycle Gang Hit Squad Murders Account Holders for Federal Funded Drug Trafficking in Kentucky <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><b style="color: #cc0000; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-large;"><u><i>Screenplay Series Currently Under Rewrite.</i></u></b><br /><b><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b><b><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;">CHAPTER I</span></b><br /><b><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;">Scene 37 -46</span></b><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YlVSRXjqp4A/UbPYKve_taI/AAAAAAAAIvA/Sx0ILr35FOk/s1600/Amelia+Island.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="598" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YlVSRXjqp4A/UbPYKve_taI/AAAAAAAAIvA/Sx0ILr35FOk/s640/Amelia+Island.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Future Site of Dope Airport</span><br />by Steven Jeffrey Cull<br />Copyright PAu 3-373-868 Feb. 11, 2009<br />Copyright Revision June 5, 2013<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b> Fade in.</b></span><br /><br /><pre><u><span style="color: blue;">37 EXT. BEACH (AMELIA ISLAND) - NIGHT 37</span></u><br /><br /> Skeeter sits naked in shallow waters of a moonlit<br /> Atlantic Ocean staring trans-like towards calm seas. He<br /> slowly stands raising his arms in thanks towards God and<br /> Ocean. The heckling of two older ladies can be heard from<br /> the beach. Beach Lady 1 whistles then both laugh. Skeeter<br /> remains unaffected.<br /><br /> BEACH LADY 1<br /> Cute butt!<br /><br /> Both ladies laugh. Skeeter covers himself as he turns in<br /> embarrassment and smiles.<br /><br /><br /><br /> <u><span style="color: blue;">38 EXT. STRIP MINE SITE, PUDUCAH, KY. -DAY 38</span></u></pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c0fB9kYFXDM/UbPYbZOE-LI/AAAAAAAAIvI/lInHMQvc_B4/s1600/strip+mine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="458" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c0fB9kYFXDM/UbPYbZOE-LI/AAAAAAAAIvI/lInHMQvc_B4/s640/strip+mine.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre></pre><pre> Alford and Francis ride quadrunners along an abandoned<br /> earth-road. They approach a parked white box truck. A<br /> young hillbilly man walks from behind the truck holding a<br /> shotgun and spits tobacco juice to the ground. Another<br /> hillbilly man (Hill Jack 1) gets out of the truck and<br /> approaches Alford and Francis. He speaks in a stern<br /> hillbilly manner. <br /><br /> HILL JACK 1<br /> What is your business city<br /> slickers?<br /><br /> FRANCIS<br /> Clinton Gold.<br /><br /> Hill Jack 1 nods "yes" then slides open the rear door of<br /> box truck displaying a truck load of marijuana bales<br /> wrapped in plastic. An Arkansas license plate can be<br /> seen. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <u><span style="color: blue;">39 EXT. SEVEN MILE BRIDGE (MARATHON, FL) LATE AFTERNOON 39</span></u></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FvO1A2lL_3o/UbSBikE1vEI/AAAAAAAAIww/12L5ZKEUCtU/s1600/Seven+mile+bridge2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="425" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FvO1A2lL_3o/UbSBikE1vEI/AAAAAAAAIww/12L5ZKEUCtU/s640/Seven+mile+bridge2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre> The sound of a motorcycle is heard as Skeeter rides</pre><pre> southbound across Seven Mile Bridge. He smiles as he<br /> climbs the slope peaking bridge. The red glow of the<br /> evening sun celebrates his travels. Below a yacht<br /> navigates as out of the sun a tractor trailer approaches<br /> tooting a friendly horn. Skeeter gives a thumbs up then<br /> the fading sound of motorcycle is heard as seagulls dance<br /> aloft a crab boat working blue waters.<br /><br /><br /><br /> <u><span style="color: blue;">40 EXT. DUVAL STREET (KEY WEST) - SUNSET 40</span></u></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3T_FubhRcrU/UbR5kqOGfaI/AAAAAAAAIvo/XH4-LKa2wyk/s1600/Casablanca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="425" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3T_FubhRcrU/UbR5kqOGfaI/AAAAAAAAIvo/XH4-LKa2wyk/s640/Casablanca.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre> Skeeter slowly rides motorcycle as he passes a street</pre><pre> sign "Duval Street". He passes the Casa Blanca Hotel then<br /> makes a U-turn and parks motorcycle. He observes few<br /> people and little activity as he walks steps and<br /> disappears behind decorative iron gating of Casa Blanca<br /> Hotel.<br /><br /><br /><br /> <u><span style="color: blue;">41 INT. GARY'S OFFICE (DEA CINCINNATI) - DAY 41</span></u><br /><br /> The sound of a telephone is heard as Gary answers.<br /><br /> GARY<br /> Federal DEA Cincinnati Gary.<br /><br /> FBI WILLIAM <br /> (VO)<br /> FBI William... How you been you<br /> old dog.<br /><br /> Gary smiles.<br /><br /> FBI WILLIAM (CONT'D)<br /> Skeeter made it to Key West... We<br /> also heard out of Chicago that<br /> there may be a hit on him... Your<br /> hillbillies.<br /><br /> Gary appears concerned.<br /><br /><br /><br /> <u><span style="color: blue;">42 EXT. I-75S (COVINGTON, KY) NIGHT 42</span></u></pre><pre> Iron Horsemen motorcycle gang.</pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VcEYfe4yHkM/UbR8Pe09WfI/AAAAAAAAIwA/HW3KurWTJdU/s1600/Cincinnati+Night.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VcEYfe4yHkM/UbR8Pe09WfI/AAAAAAAAIwA/HW3KurWTJdU/s640/Cincinnati+Night.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre></pre><pre> Eight loud chopped-out motorcycles approach an upward<br /> bend of highway as they travel two by two in regiment<br /> southbound through Covington, Kentucky. Deadly stares are<br /> observed as they pass. The Cincinnati skyline glows in<br /> the darkness behind. A street light displays "Iron<br /> Horsemen" upon their worn jackets as they pass. Two by<br /> two they disappear into darkness.<br /><br /><br /><br /> <u><span style="color: blue;">43 EXT. CASA BLANCA HOTEL - NIGHT 43</span></u><br /><br /> A rooster crows as Skeeter exits Casa Blanca Hotel. He<br /> stands in amazement watching the bizarre activities of<br /> the street. He walks smiling his way down the sidewalk<br /> observing the people buzzing in all directions. Taxi<br /> cabs, cars, scooters, motorcycles, odd shaped electric<br /> buggies, among other strange vehicles all blowing their<br /> horns ringing their bells as they weave in and out along<br /> the narrow street.<br /> A rickshaws maneuver to obtain the next fare as Skeeter<br /> observes the awakening of Duval Street into its nightly<br /> weird festival.<br /><br /><br /><br /> <u><span style="color: blue;">44 EXT. SIDEWALK GAY NIGHTCLUB (DUVAL ST.)- NIGHT 44</span></u></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zXRi-uq4PPU/UbR8Ze59YaI/AAAAAAAAIwI/L1olVMEBx8Q/s1600/Drag+Queens.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="477" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zXRi-uq4PPU/UbR8Ze59YaI/AAAAAAAAIwI/L1olVMEBx8Q/s640/Drag+Queens.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre> Skeeter walks behind a young couple as all approach a gay</pre><pre> nightclub. Three drag queens stand at the entrance and<br /> heckle the young couple as they pass.<br /><br /> DRAG QUEEN 1<br /> Come in see our show! <br /><br /> Drag Queen 1 prances in a circler dance as Drag Queen 2<br /> gestures waving the couple in.<br /><br /> DRAG QUEEN 2<br /> Know you want to big boy!<br /><br /> The Young man appears embarrassed as the Drag Queens<br /> laugh and dance in a feminine style with one another. The<br /> young man stares forward and begins walking quickly away.<br /> The young lady smiles to the Drag Queens as she is<br /> hurried along. Drag Queen 1 yells in a feminine voice.<br /><br /> DRAG QUEEN 1<br /> Dance for us!.. We want to see<br /> your big boy!...... Big boy!<br /><br /> All Drag Queens laugh and dance. The young couple quickly<br /> walks down sidewalk. Skeeter then approaches the gay<br /> nightclub and gives a hard stare to the three Drag Queens<br /> as he passes. The Drag Queens remain silent and appear<br /> somewhat in fear. He continues down sidewalk for a ways<br /> then hears Drag Queen 1 whistle in a sexual manner as<br /> Drag Queen 2 yells.<br /><br /> DRAG QUEEN 2<br /> Big Boy!<br /><br /> All Drag Queens laugh. Skeeter stops and slowly turns<br /> facing them. He lights a cigarette then begins walking<br /> back towards the nightclub. All Drag Queens scream in <br /> high pitched feminine voices as they stubble against one<br /> another to enter nightclub. Skeeter laughs then turns and<br /> walks away smiling down sidewalk.<br /><br /><br /><br /> <u><span style="color: blue;">45 EXT. SIDEWALK DUVAL STREET- NIGHT 45</span></u></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M3O7vHZGOWM/UbSAAoZ4DtI/AAAAAAAAIwY/ReeuNHlT3mI/s1600/fantasy+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="416" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M3O7vHZGOWM/UbSAAoZ4DtI/AAAAAAAAIwY/ReeuNHlT3mI/s640/fantasy+1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre> Skeeter walks down the crowded sidewalk observing the</pre><pre> bizarre activities of the street. Shops each with<br /> competing lights and gadgets advertise their wares.<br /> Nightclubs packed with wild bar patrons celebrate the<br /> evening. Music, bells, and whistles the sound of Duval<br /> Street. Carny type characters dressed in flashy apparel<br /> attempt to draw you in at every step. All senses<br /> overwhelmed within a state of chaotic excitement. Skeeter<br /> smiles as a monkey playing the cymbals rides by on a dog<br /> dressed in fancy clothes. A drunk couple exits a rickshaw<br /> as a young lady roller skates along street wearing only a<br /> bikini as she delivers pizza. A merchant displays glow<br /> rings necklaces as a toy mechanical old man bends over<br /> blowing soap bubbles from his butt to Skeeter as he<br /> wanders in wonder down sidewalk.<br /><br /><br /><br /> <u><span style="color: blue;">46 EXT. SIDEWALK DUVAL STREET- NIGHT 46</span></u></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-68mpBMWbLoU/UbSASOimf0I/AAAAAAAAIwg/phgZaau9t98/s1600/fantasy+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="479" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-68mpBMWbLoU/UbSASOimf0I/AAAAAAAAIwg/phgZaau9t98/s640/fantasy+2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre> Skeeter appears drunk as he walks the crowded sidewalk.</pre><pre> He observes a man playing multiple musical instruments<br /> attached to his body as he dances. The crowd enjoys his<br /> entertainment as a young lady wearing a cape, top hat and<br /> bikini excepts donations. Skeeter drop a dollar into her<br /> hat and she returns a smile. Skeeter walks by a shop and<br /> sees a bright red Hawaiian shirt in the window. He enters<br /> the store. Skeeter walks down sidewalk wearing his newly<br /> purchased bright red Hawaiian shirt. Young Man 1 and<br /> Young Lady 1 (Homeless) approach Skeeter.<br /><br /> YOUNG MAN 1<br /> Got a cigarette man?<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Yes sir.<br /><br /> Young Lady 1 smiles to Skeeter as he hands four<br /> cigarettes to Young Man 1.<br /><br /> YOUNG MAN 1<br /> Any spare change sir?.. Help us<br /> out?<br /><br /> Skeeter sizes up the young couple then removes his<br /> wallet. He hands a five dollar bill to Young Man 1.<br /><br /> YOUNG MAN 1 (CONT'D)<br /> Thank you very much sir!<br /><br /> Skeeter smiles.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Don't spend it on dope.<br /><br /> Young Man 1 looks to Young Lady 1.<br /><br /> YOUNG MAN 1 AND YOUNG LADY 1<br /> No sir!<br /><br /> YOUNG MAN 1<br /> Drugs are for losers!<br /><br /> Skeeter smiles then hands another five dollar bill to <br /> Young Lady 1. The young couple smile to one another.<br /><br /> YOUNG MAN 1 AND YOUNG LADY 1<br /> Pizza!<br /><br /> Both begin running across street then Young Lady 1 turns<br /> and smiles. Skeeter lights a cigarette and enters a<br /> nightclub.<br /></pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><pre><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b> Fade to black.</b></span></pre><pre><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></pre><pre><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.kissmyasskentucky.com/2017/11/old-mobsters-save-skeeter-send-bank.html"><img border="0" height="75" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z5wrXRK93Bk/UbPOXk8TWOI/AAAAAAAAIuw/4hqFfOS6uDE/s400/Click+for+next+screenplay+section,.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div></div>Steven Jeffrey Cullhttps://plus.google.com/104699146018815840496noreply@blogger.comCovington, KY, USA39.0836712 -84.50855360000002738.8863177 -84.831277100000023 39.281024699999996 -84.185830100000032tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522246270076708311.post-40283938300503024712017-11-06T10:16:00.000-08:002017-11-21T16:03:32.698-08:00Old Mobsters Save Skeeter. Send Bank Murder for Hire Biker Gang on Mister Toads Wild Ride In Tennessee<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b style="color: #cc0000; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><u><i>Screenplay Series Currently Under Rewrite.</i></u></b></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b>CHAPTER I</b></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b>Scene 47 - 50</b></span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M70jtFpm3Ho/UbOTuICX9wI/AAAAAAAAIt4/08I3WiEN1fc/s1600/Captain+Tony's.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="411" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M70jtFpm3Ho/UbOTuICX9wI/AAAAAAAAIt4/08I3WiEN1fc/s640/Captain+Tony's.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Future Site of Dope Airport</span><br />by Steven Jeffrey Cull<br />Copyright PAu 3-373-868 Feb. 11, 2009<br />Copyright Revision June 5, 2013<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b> Fade in.</b></span><br /><br /><pre><u><span style="color: blue;">47 INT. NIGHTCLUB - NIGHT 47</span></u><br /><br /> A band blares rock and roll music as Skeeter enters a<br /> crowded smoke filled nightclub. Layers of dollar bills<br /> completely cover all ceiling areas. He walks to the bar<br /> and a beautiful young bartender lady greets him with a<br /> smile.<br /><br /> BARTENDER LADY 2<br /> What can I do you for sir?<br /><br /> Skeeter smiles.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Corona and a shot of Maker Mark.<br /><br /> Skeeter notices a human skeleton standing at the corner<br /> of bar holding a Budweiser beer. Skeeter laughs. He<br /> toasts the skeleton as he downs the shot. A faded dollar<br /> bill can be seen displaying "Bobby Cull 1945".<br /><br /><br /><br /> <u><span style="color: blue;">48 EXT. I-75S TENNESSEE (APPALACHIAN MOUNTAINS) - NIGHT 48</span></u><br /> South <- Tractor Trailer 1 <- Slow Lane<br /> 2 4 6 8<br /> Tractor Trailer 3 Iron Horsemen Tractor Trailer 2<br /> 1 3 5 7<br /> Tractor Trailer 4</pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-onn5o5u1BvA/UbOVdho5sFI/AAAAAAAAIuQ/Xt7Y30udGDc/s1600/Iron+Horsemen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="479" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-onn5o5u1BvA/UbOVdho5sFI/AAAAAAAAIuQ/Xt7Y30udGDc/s640/Iron+Horsemen.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre></pre><pre> In regiment eight Iron Horsemen ride in light fog south<br /> on Interstate 75 through Appalachian Mountains,<br /> Tennessee. Four tractor trailers decked out in chrome,<br /> decorative lighting, and American flags approach the<br /> bikers from behind. Tractor-Trailer 1 illuminates their<br /> "Iron Horsemen" jackets in slow lane as they ride in<br /> regiment. Tractor Trailer 1 slowly edges forward<br /> tailgating them. Iron Horseman 8 flips-off Tractor<br /> Trailer 1 as Iron Horseman 7 yells.<br /><br /> IRON HORSEMAN 7<br /> Fuck that son of a bitch!<br /><br /> Tractor Trailer 1 moves to center lane. Iron Horsemen 5<br /> flips a cigarette to the windshield of Tractor Trailer 1<br /> as he passes and Iron Horsemen 6 yells at rig. <br /><br /> IRON HORSEMAN 6<br /> Fuck You!<br /><br /> Iron Horseman 1 displays a handgun. Tractor Trailer 1<br /> speeds forward and moves to slow lane as Tractor Trailers<br /> (2,3,4) approach side to side from rear. Tractor Trailer<br /> 1 slows as Iron Horseman closely follow. Tractor Trailer<br /> 2 tailgates the motorcycles. Iron Horsemen 5 yells to<br /> others.<br /><br /> IRON HORSEMAN 5<br /> Nother fuck'n asshole!<br /><br /> All Iron Horsemen begin yelling and gesturing vulgarities<br /> at truckers as Tractor Trailer 3 speeds by in center lane<br /> and pulls to front of Tractor Trailer 1. Tractor Trailer<br /> 4 pulls parallel to bikers in the high speed lane and<br /> Passenger Lady 1 displays her breast to Iron Horsemen.<br /><br /> IRON HORSEMAN 5 (CONT'D)<br /> (Yell)<br /> Shake em babe!<br /><br /> IRON HORSEMAN 4<br /> (Yell)<br /> Show us your ass bitch!<br /><br /> Tractor Trailer 1 slows as Tractor Trailer 2 blows his<br /> horn. Iron Horsemen 1 points motioning other bikers to<br /> move to center lane. The regiment of Iron Horsemen move<br /> to center lane and attempt to pass between Tractor<br /> Trailer 1 and 4. Quickly Tractor Trailer 2 and 3 moves to<br /> center lane totally boxing in motorcycles.<br /><br /> Iron Horsemen look to one another in confusion and fear.<br /> Iron Horsemen 4 yells to truckers.<br /><br /> IRON HORSEMAN 4 (CONT'D)<br /> Let us out cock sucker!<br /><br /> Tractor Trailer 1 squeezes towards center lane scaring<br /> Iron Horsemen. Iron Horsemen 2 yells to other bikers.<br /><br /> IRON HORSEMAN 2<br /> Shut your fuck'n mouths!<br /><br /> Iron Horsemen 8 points a pistol at the windshield of<br /> Tractor Trailer 2.<br /> Tractor Trailer 2 revs engine and eases forward. Iron<br /> Horseman 7 appears terrified as he yells to Iron Horsemen<br /> 8.<br /><br /> IRON HORSEMAN 7<br /> Put it away put it away they'll<br /> kill us!<br /><br /> Iron Horseman 8 puts pistol into his jacket then Tractor<br /> Trailer 2 backs off slightly. All Iron Horsemen appear<br /> fearful as they are forced to accelerate down the slope<br /> of the road. Suddenly the rear door of Tractor Trailer 3<br /> rolls up displaying an arsenal of men in power wearing<br /> riot helmets and bullet proof vest. At center Gunman 1<br /> sits manning a machine gun on a tripod. Gunman 2 and 3<br /> stand at his side holding shotguns. All Iron Horsemen<br /> appear terrified as a man (Megaphone) holding a megaphone<br /> appears. His voice can be heard as though God through the<br /> megaphone.<br /><br /> MEGAPHONE<br /> Hello Boys!.. Little attitude<br /> adjustment!... Squeeze them butt<br /> cheeks together grab your balls!..<br /> Your going on <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nWu6OThkq14">Mister Toad's Wild Ride</a>!.. Enjoy yourselves!.. You<br /> all come back now you hear!<br /><br /> Iron Horsemen look to one another in total terror.<br /><br /> MEGAPHONE (CONT'D)<br /> Single file now boys!<br /><br /> Tractor Trailers 1 and 4 squeeze towards center lane as<br /> Iron Horsemen maneuver to single file.<br /><br /> MEGAPHONE (CONT'D)<br /> Doing just fine boys!.. Now hold<br /> on!.. Mister Toad's Wild Ride has<br /> been known to reach speeds of one<br /> hundred miles per hour by Golly!..<br /> Eyes wide open now boys!.. Here we<br /> go!.. Here comes our first bend!..<br /> Right! <br /><br /> Tractor Trailers in formation slowly rounds bend turning<br /> left as motorcycles nearly collide with trucks. <br /><br /> MEGAPHONE (CONT'D)<br /> Sorry Boys!.. My right your<br /> left!.. For your listening<br /> pleasure!.. The Teamsters of<br /> America... Dedicate this song to<br /> (Loud)<br /> Skeeter!<br /><br /> Iron Horsemen appear stunned as the theme song of the<br /> "<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n1wYzkHZWUI">Mickey Mouse Club</a>" is heard over loud speakers.<br /><br /> LOUD SPEAKER<br /> (Song)<br /> M.I.C....K.E.Y... M.O.U.S.E...<br /> Mickey Mouse.................. <br /><br /> Iron Horsemen look to one another in disbelief as<br /> Passenger Lady 1 dances in her seat.<br /><br /> MEGAPHONE<br /> Sing along now boys!<br /><br /> Iron Horsemen look to each other in confusion.<br /><br /> MEGAPHONE (CONT'D)<br /> (Loud)<br /> You're not singing!<br /><br /> Megaphone motions to Gunman 2 who fires a shotgun blast<br /> into the air. Some Iron Horsemen begin singing as others<br /> ride holding on in fear of life. <br /><br /> MEGAPHONE (CONT'D)<br /> (Loud)<br /> Can't hear you!<br /><br /> Iron Horsemen sing loudly as they manage to ride in<br /> dangerous proximity to one another and Tractor Trailers.<br /> All race down mountain. Theme song to Mickey Mouse Club<br /> concludes. Tractor Trailers begin to slow.<br /><br /> MEGAPHONE (CONT'D)<br /> Why?<br /> (Loud)<br /> Because we love you!<br /><br /> Iron Horsemen look to one another fearful and confused.<br /><br /> MEGAPHONE (CONT'D)<br /> Hope you all enjoyed Mister Toad's<br /> Wild Ride!.. Come back see us<br /> again!.. At the conclusion of your<br /> ride kindly exit to your right...<br /> Teamsters of America thank you.<br /><br /> Tractor trailers slow.<br /><br /> MEGAPHONE (CONT'D)<br /> Hear me boys!.. Hear me well! <br /> (Loud Angry Slow)<br /> Leave... Skeeter... Be!<br /><br /> Gunman 2 and 3 aim shotguns to Iron Horsemen. The bikers<br /> appear fearful then Gunmen raise their shotguns and fire<br /> into the air. Tractor Trailer 1 moves forward and all<br /> Iron Horsemen exit the Interstate to shoulder. The<br /> Tractor Trailers continue down the road as the sound of<br /> the "Mickey Mouse Club" theme song is heard then one by<br /> one they disappear into the fog. The moonlight<br /> silhouettes the Appalachian Mountains as song fades.<br /><br /><br /><br /> <u><span style="color: blue;">49 INT. OFFICE (OLD MOB)(GOD) NEW YORK - SUNRISE 49</span></u></pre><pre> Faces Unseen.</pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AFlMZa3U1a0/UbOWt3fnjxI/AAAAAAAAIug/vVmMFE17vts/s1600/New+York+Skyline.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="332" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AFlMZa3U1a0/UbOWt3fnjxI/AAAAAAAAIug/vVmMFE17vts/s640/New+York+Skyline.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre></pre><pre> A bright sunrise can be seen across the New York skyline</pre><pre> through a high rise office window. Steam rises from three<br /> coffee cups on table as cigar smoke lingers dancing in<br /> the morning sun. Laughter is heard from the rear view of<br /> Spike, Vinny, and Al sitting on a sofa.<br /><br /> SPIKE<br /> (V.O.)<br /> What the hells a Mister Toads Wild<br /> Ride?<br /><br /> All laugh.<br /><br /> VINNY<br /> (V.O.)<br /> Must be one of those new<br /> generation things!<br /><br /> AL<br /> (V.O.)<br /> Cleveland got it done.<br /><br /> All silent as a rainbow (God) appears in the morning<br /> mist. <br /><br /> SPIKE<br /> (V.O.)<br /> Mister Toads Wild Ride!<br /><br /> All laugh as a cigar smoke ring glides into the sunlight.<br /><br /><br /><br /> <u><span style="color: blue;">50 EXT. INTERSTATE 75N (COVINGTON, KY) - DAY 50</span></u><br /> Iron Horseman 1 not included.<br /><br /> Seven Iron Horsemen ride their motorcycles in regiment<br /> northbound through Covington, Kentucky. They appeared<br /> worn-out with blank stares upon their faces. The bright<br /> Cincinnati skyline sparkles the day.<br /></pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><pre><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b> Fade to black.</b></span></pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.kissmyasskentucky.com/2017/11/heroin-murders-high-school-kids-for.html"><img border="0" height="75" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a3FCsi-21_o/UbOKpmIyv3I/AAAAAAAAIto/_bcKn_suVVc/s400/Click+for+next+screenplay+section,.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div></div>Steven Jeffrey Cullhttps://plus.google.com/104699146018815840496noreply@blogger.comJellico, TN, USA36.5878591 -84.12687410000000936.5368526 -84.207555100000008 36.6388656 -84.046193100000011tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522246270076708311.post-62358058386972772502017-11-05T12:55:00.000-08:002018-01-08T13:20:33.744-08:00Heroin Murders High School Kids for Campbell County Country Club Elite Conspiring with Drug Dealers Bank<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b style="color: #cc0000; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><u><i>Screenplay Series Currently Under Rewrite.</i></u></b></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b>CHAPTER I</b></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b>Scene 51 - 57</b></span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xkc6Brqq6Hc/UbNZ18s4A5I/AAAAAAAAIsw/DvGUHSCylBQ/s1600/Key+West+Nude+bar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="429" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xkc6Brqq6Hc/UbNZ18s4A5I/AAAAAAAAIsw/DvGUHSCylBQ/s640/Key+West+Nude+bar.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Future Site of Dope Airport</span><br />by Steven Jeffrey Cull<br />Copyright PAu 3-373-868 Feb. 11, 2009<br />Copyright Revision June 5, 2013<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b> Fade in.</b></span><br /><br /><pre><span style="color: blue;"><u>51 INT. CLOTHING OPTIONAL NIGHTCLUB (KEY WEST) - NIGHT 51<br /></u></span><br /> Skeeter is drunk sitting shirt-less past-out on the bar.<br /> Sexy Young Lady 1 sits next to him wearing his red<br /> Hawaiian shirt unbuttoned with her breast partially<br /> exposed. Her hair long and styled she gentle removes a<br /> lit cigarette from Skeeter's hand and nudges his<br /> shoulder. Bartender 1 smiles to Sexy Young Lady 1 then<br /> nudges him also. Skeeter slowly raises his head and<br /> smile.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> (Drunk)<br /> Corona!<br /><br /> Bartender 1 laughs as he slides a glass of water towards<br /> Skeeter.<br /><br /> BARTENDER 1<br /> Water Skeeter!.. Time to go home!<br /><br /> Skeeter drinks the water then notices he does not have a<br /> shirt on. He looks to Sexy Young Lady 1 then smiles.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Shirt looks damn good on you girl!<br /><br /> Sexy Young Lady 1 smiles then Skeeter slowly opens her<br /> shirt slightly.<br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> You are absolutely beautiful...<br /> One last glance My Lady.<br /><br /> Skeeter attempts to stand. Sexy Young Lady 1 places her<br /> hand upon his shoulder kisses him on the cheek. <br /><br /> SEXY YOUNG LADY 1<br /> Stay for me!.. Just smile at me a<br /> little longer!<br /><br /> Skeeter smiles as both stare upon one another in<br /> fondness. Skeeter lights a cigarette then slowly turns<br /> and observes Older Totally Naked Lady 1 on the adjacent<br /> bar stool with her legs crossed wearing only high heel<br /> shoes drinking a cocktail. Skeeter appears surprised then<br /> begins laughing to himself. <br /><br /> OLDER TOTALLY NAKED LADY 1<br /> Hello young man!<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Where the hell am I?<br /><br /> Older Totally Naked Lady 1 spins the umbrella stir stick<br /> in her drink.<br /><br /> OLDER TOTALLY NAKED LADY 1<br /> Clothing optional baby! Get naked<br /> with me!<br /><br /> Skeeter laughs then observes her shoes.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Nice shoes young lady.<br /><br /> Skeeter observes the nightclub activities. Some clothed.<br /> Some topless. Some bottomless. Some nude. Skeeter stares<br /> to the backside of a totally nude older lady (Older<br /> Country Lady 1). She dances wearing only high heels and a<br /> fancy horse lady hat. Skeeter appears in disbelief as<br /> speaks to himself.<br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> Naaa can't Be!<br /><br /> Skeeter then turns staring upwards to Sexy Young Lady 1<br /> as she stands on the bar. She appears wild with hair<br /> flowing animal-like as she smiles to Skeeter wearing<br /> absolutely nothing. With her hand upon her privates she<br /> licks her lips then leans to Skeeter and blows him a<br /> kiss.<br /><br /> SEXY YOUNG LADY 1<br /> Key West Baby!<br /><br /><br /><br /> <u><span style="color: blue;">52 EXT. KEY WEST (MILE MARKER 1) - SUNRISE 52</span></u></pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E3YztEAbs_A/UbNaLWbEsII/AAAAAAAAIs4/UxzAJM0FO4g/s1600/Key+West+90+mile.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E3YztEAbs_A/UbNaLWbEsII/AAAAAAAAIs4/UxzAJM0FO4g/s640/Key+West+90+mile.jpg" width="479" /></a></div><pre> A bright morning sunrise can be seen over the crystal<br /> blue Atlantic. The crow of a rooster is heard as Skeeter<br /> sits hung-over on his motorcycle. He smiles observing the<br /> tourist at the 90 miles to Cuba Marker. He watches as an<br /> oriental father photographs his children. Older lady 1<br /> approaches.<br /><br /> OLDER LADY 1<br /> Sir?.. Would you be so kind to<br /> take a photograph of me and my<br /> husband.<br /><br /> Skeeter smiles. He takes several photographs of them as<br /> they hug at the marker. Older Lady 1 approaches Skeeter.<br /> He displays his camera. <br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Ma'am would you photograph me on<br /> my motorcycle?<br /><br /> Skeeter smiles while sitting on his motorcycle in front<br /> of the Mile Marker. The sun glistens from the cherry red<br /> paint of the bike as the sound of a camera shutter<br /> records a photograph in time.<br /><br /><br /><br /> <u><span style="color: blue;">53 EXT. SEVEN MILE BRIDGE (MARATHON, FL) - MORNING 53</span></u></pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7LlJb1P1zd0/UbNaaTWqS8I/AAAAAAAAItA/QtM_vtT50uA/s1600/Seven+mile+bridge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="494" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7LlJb1P1zd0/UbNaaTWqS8I/AAAAAAAAItA/QtM_vtT50uA/s640/Seven+mile+bridge.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre> The sound of a motorcycle is heard as Skeeter rides<br /> northbound across Seven Mile Bridge. A Crab Boat<br /> navigates the channel below. He waves as he passes a<br /> group of bikers heading south. Pelicans soar the skies<br /> above Marathon Key seen in the distance.<br /><br /><br /><br /> <u><span style="color: blue;">54 EXT. WOODEN SPOON RESTAURANT (MARATHON, FL) - MORNING 54</span></u></pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K2NjmiOzZ1I/UbNaioDJVbI/AAAAAAAAItI/8V0gzlajgIY/s1600/Wooden+Spoon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K2NjmiOzZ1I/UbNaioDJVbI/AAAAAAAAItI/8V0gzlajgIY/s640/Wooden+Spoon.jpg" width="479" /></a></div><pre> Skeeter exits restaurant and sees Older Man 1 admiring<br /> his motorcycle.<br /><br /> OLDER MAN 1<br /> Like your bike... What kind is it?<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Suzuki Intruder. <br /><br /> Older Man 1 walks to the rear of motorcycle as Skeeter<br /> unstraps his helmet from the backpacks. Older Man 1<br /> appears impressed as he looks at the license plate.<br /><br /> OLDER MAN 1<br /> Kentucky!.. Your a long ways from<br /> home my friend.<br /><br /> Skeeter mounts his motorcycle.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Kentucky ain't home no more sir...<br /> I no longer have a home.<br /><br /> Skeeter starts his motorcycle and puts on his helmet. He<br /> is aware as Older Man 1 hears and watches Iron Horsemen 1<br /> traveling south on Route 1 passing the restaurant.<br /><br /> OLDER MAN 1<br /> Where you head'n then?<br /><br /> Skeeter smiles in a wild eyed manner.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Wherever the wind blows!<br /><br /> Skeeter points north to dark storm cloud.<br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> Thinking about Naples.<br /><br /> OLDER MAN 1<br /> Doesn't look good... You might get<br /> wet.<br /><br /> Skeeter appears confident as he smiles to Older Man 1.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> God will show me the way!<br /><br /> Older Man 1 smiles as the sound of a motorcycle<br /> accelerating in heard. Dark storm clouds and lightning<br /> appear evil rolling to the right at the brightness of the<br /> sunlight. The voice of Skeeter is heard above the roar of<br /> the motorcycle.<br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> (VO)<br /> Yea Haw!<br /><br /><br /><br /> <u><span style="color: blue;">55 INT. SCHOOL BUS (SCHOOL PARKING LOT) -DAY 55</span></u></pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tcXT_kwwr5E/UbNay-Lad3I/AAAAAAAAItQ/qPlvtn_wP-A/s1600/Life+Squad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tcXT_kwwr5E/UbNay-Lad3I/AAAAAAAAItQ/qPlvtn_wP-A/s640/Life+Squad.jpg" width="422" /></a></div><pre> A school bus idles in the parking lot of the Campbell<br /> County Middle School. Robby and Joanie can be seen inside<br /> the bus with many students. Robby texts on his cellphone<br /> as Joanie observes a funeral Hurst entering the parking<br /> lot followed by a procession of vehicles. They park near<br /> the football stadium and exit their vehicles. The bus<br /> radio can be heard.<br /><br /> BUS RADIO<br /> (VO)<br /> Bus 31... Bus 31... Over.<br /><br /> Joanie points to the funeral procession and questions<br /> Robby.<br /><br /> JOANIE<br /> What's goin on Rob?.. Look! <br /><br /> Bus Driver 1 grabs the radio microphone.<br /><br /> BUS DRIVER 1<br /> Bus 31... Over.<br /><br /> Robby observes the funeral then explains to Joanie.<br /><br /> ROBBY<br /> Couple High School kids died!..<br /> Heroin!.. Last weekend!.. One was<br /> a football player. <br /><br /> Joanie again observes the funeral as Robby returns to<br /> texting on his phone. <br /><br /> BUS RADIO<br /> (VO)<br /> Hold on Bus 31... Need to<br /> verify... Checking emails.<br /><br /> Joanie appears sad as she questions Robby.<br /><br /> JOANIE<br /> How many died this month?<br /><br /> Robby raises his head from texting.<br /><br /> ROBBY<br /> Not sure ain't been in school<br /> much... First ones I've heard of<br /> this month. <br /><br /> Robby appears serious.<br /><br /> ROBBY (CONT'D)<br /> They are going to kill us all<br /> before it's over!.. You know mom<br /> is... <br /><br /> Robby is interrupted by Excited Student 1 as he yells.<br /><br /> EXCITED STUDENT 1<br /> Who's next!.. Who's next!.. I knew<br /> that Kid!<br /><br /> All children look to Excited Student 1 with concern then<br /> Robby returns to texting. Excited Student 1 appears in<br /> grief as he looks to those around him for comfort. Joanie<br /> stares concerned to Excited Student 1 as Bus radio is<br /> heard.<br /><br /> BUS RADIO<br /> (VO)<br /> Bus 31... Two drops today... Post<br /> Master One... Hofstetter One.<br /><br /> Joanie stares through bus window at the funeral. Bus<br /> Driver 1 speaks into bus microphone.<br /><br /> BUS DRIVER 1<br /> Affirmative... Got it boss.<br /><br /> The funeral congregation follows the casket towards the<br /> football stadium as the bus slowly passes. The sad faces<br /> of students can be seen observing at each bus window.<br /><br /> BUS RADIO<br /> (VO)<br /> Bus 29... Two pickup today...<br /> Alternative School and Francis<br /> one.<br /><br /> The sirens of an emergency (Lifesquad) vehicle can be<br /> heard then enters the parking lot passing the school bus.<br /> The Lifesquad pulls to the side entrance and two<br /> paramedics jump out and run towards the door as a Teacher<br /> 3 meets them. She screams.<br /><br /> TEACHER 3<br /> Another Overdose hurry!<br /><br /><br /><br /> <u><span style="color: blue;">56 EXT. FLORIDA KEYS (BRIDGE) - NOON 56</span></u></pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJTalTkcmBo/UbNa9cmSRuI/AAAAAAAAItY/Ue-L30ulVfo/s1600/Key+Largo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJTalTkcmBo/UbNa9cmSRuI/AAAAAAAAItY/Ue-L30ulVfo/s640/Key+Largo.jpg" width="457" /></a></div><pre> Skeeter smiles as he cruises on his motorcycle across a<br /> bridge surrounded by bright blue waters. Sea gulls seem<br /> to follow him in the bright sunshine to his right as the<br /> darkness of rolling clouds approach from his distant<br /> left. A road sign glistens in the sunlight displaying<br /> "Miami 58 miles" with an arrow pointing right. Skeeter<br /> smiles as though knowing the path as he exits right. The<br /> sound of the motorcycle fade to the angry thunder of the<br /> storm in pursuit.<br /><br /><br /><br /> <u><span style="color: blue;">57 EXT. CAMPBELL COUNTY COURTHOUSE - AFTERNOON 57</span></u><br /><br /> The continuous barking of a dog is heard. The back of<br /> Grimme 2 can be seen sitting in his expensive car<br /> counting money. Deering approaches the car from the<br /> street and observes Sheriff Dunn walking on the sidewalk. <br /><br /> DEERING<br /> How's the Sheriff today... Hold on<br /> a second... OK?<br /><br /> Sheriff Dunn smiles and stops on sidewalk. He overhears <br /> the comments of Grimme 2.<br /><br /> GRIMME 2<br /> (VO)<br /> How is our dishonorable dirty<br /> attorney today?.. Need some blow? <br /><br /> Deering smiles then retrieves a bag of cocaine from<br /> Grimme 2. He places the drugs in his suit coat pocket as<br /> he approaches Sheriff Dunn. The voice of Grimme 2 can be<br /> heard yelling from his car. <br /><br /> GRIMME 2 (CONT'D)<br /> (VO)<br /> Tell the Judges there is more<br /> where that came from if they get<br /> rid of fuck'n Skeeter for us.<br /><br /> Sheriff Dunn looks down in shame. Deering and Sheriff<br /> walk in conversation towards the courthouse. They walk<br /> under mature oak trees that give shade to a stone base<br /> memorial. Both stand at the base of the courthouse steps<br /> as Deering questions the Sheriff.<br /><br /> DEERING<br /> Do you think the bank can kill<br /> Skeeter and get away with it?<br /><br /> Sheriff Dunn gives Deering a nasty look and walks away.<br /> Deering smiles. A plague displaying "Courthouse, Campbell<br /> County, Kentucky" can be seen. Pigeon droppings splatter<br /> the courthouse steps and landing from above. Deering<br /> stands smiling as he observes a hillbilly women slapping<br /> her child then dragging the kid screaming through the<br /> courthouse doors.</pre><pre></pre><pre> <br /></pre><pre></pre><pre><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b> Fade to black.</b></span></pre><pre><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="http://www.kissmyasskentucky.com/2017/11/bank-judges-classify-skeeter-public.html"><img border="0" height="75" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fbmmUMuC9ak/UbNPoHuPFRI/AAAAAAAAIsg/OGee1eerpRM/s400/Click+for+next+screenplay+section,.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div>Steven Jeffrey Cullhttps://plus.google.com/104699146018815840496noreply@blogger.comFort Thomas, KY, USA39.075060700000009 -84.447163338.976453700000008 -84.6085248 39.17366770000001 -84.2858018tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522246270076708311.post-4514446389930464192017-11-04T13:19:00.000-07:002017-11-21T16:06:04.006-08:00Bank Judges Classify Skeeter Public Enemy Number One to Cover Up Judicial Murder for Profit Conspiracy <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b style="color: #cc0000; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><u><i>Screenplay Series Currently Under Rewrite.</i></u></b></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b><u>CHAPTER I</u></b></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b>Scene 58 -59</b></span><br /><br /><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BOZB0Lylj3M/UbM-adqWCVI/AAAAAAAAIsA/lF15Ts0KNN0/s1600/CC+Courthouse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BOZB0Lylj3M/UbM-adqWCVI/AAAAAAAAIsA/lF15Ts0KNN0/s640/CC+Courthouse.jpg" width="443" /></a></div><pre></pre><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><u>Future Site of Dope Airport</u></span><br />by Steven Jeffrey Cull<br />Copyright PAu 3-373-868 Feb. 11, 2009<br />Copyright Revision June 5, 2013<br /><pre></pre><pre></pre><pre><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b> Fade in.</b></span></pre><pre></pre><pre><u><span style="color: blue;">58 INT. JUDGES CHAMBERS (C.C. COURTHOUSE) - AFTERNOON 58</span></u><br /><br /> The sounds of a child screaming fades as Folgers and<br /> Deering enters the Judges Chambers. Folgers removes his<br /> robe as Deering prepares many lines of cocaine on a<br /> table. Judges are heard in discussion in the background.<br /><br /> DEERING<br /> We have some free go powder here<br /> your honors.<br /><br /> Deering runs a line of cocaine followed by Folgers. Both<br /> approach Wehr, Jennings, Walsh, and Good Judge 1 sitting<br /> at a conference table.<br /><br /> WALSH<br /> The Bank is sending associates to<br /> discuss our options... Skeeter<br /> disappeared... Bank wants him<br /> dead.<br /><br /> Good Judge 1 appears concerned as he looks to Jennings<br /> and Wehr for assurance. Wehr returns a look of<br /> hopelessness.<br /><br /> WALSH (CONT'D)<br /> There is too much at risk.<br /><br /> Mann, Morgan and Franzen enter Judges Chambers. Mann and<br /> Morgan do a line of cocaine then all approach the<br /> conference table. <br /><br /> MANN<br /> Skeeter disappeared again!.. Said<br /> he was going to Key West.<br /><br /> DEERING<br /> We believe he went to the Feds!..<br /> Most likely FBI!.. Skeeter has<br /> been working with the Federal DEA<br /> for a couple of years.<br /><br /> Folgers looks to Wehr for verification. Wehr nods "Yes"<br /> in agreement. <br /><br /> DEERING (CONT'D)<br /> Skeeter went straight to the<br /> top... Gary!.. Our old high school<br /> buddy!<br /><br /> WEHR<br /> Good man.<br /><br /> Deering appears irritated with Wehr's remark.<br /><br /> FRANZEN<br /> DEA FBI They all work together...<br /> We do not want the FBI<br /> investigating Skeeter's<br /> allegations.<br /><br /> Deering rubs his nose from his prior cocaine use.<br /><br /> DEERING<br /> We need to discredit Skeeter... We<br /> need Skeeter classified public<br /> enemy number one!.. We need you<br /> Judges to make it happen.<br /><br /> MORGAN<br /> FBI DEA they are all idiots!..<br /> They will never believe Skeeter!.. <br /><br /> WEHR<br /> DEA does!<br /><br /> Good Judge 1 appears concerned.<br /><br /> MORGAN<br /> Even if they did they can't prove<br /> a damn thing!.. Think the State of<br /> Kentucky is going to sell us out<br /> and hang their own ass.<br /><br /> Wehr questions Deering.<br /><br /> WEHR<br /> What makes you think Skeeter went<br /> to the FBI?<br /><br /> DEERING<br /> No one can find the slippery<br /> bastard... He disappeared on that<br /> motorcycle... Said he was going to<br /> Key West!.. Probably parked it in<br /> a garage somewhere.<br /><br /> MANN<br /> Bank had the Parole office attempt<br /> to find him... Not a trace!..<br /> Someone is covering for him... We<br /> sent a hit squad... Iron Horsemen<br /> to kill em!<br /><br /> DEERING<br /> Tell em!<br /><br /> MANN<br /> Two day later they returned!..<br /> Told us to fuck off!.. They said<br /> Skeeter is not their problem!..<br /> Sounds to me like Feds... Bank<br /> agrees. <br /><br /> Good Judge 1 appears angry as he stands and walks towards<br /> the door. All others appear puzzled and concerned.<br /><br /> JENNINGS<br /> Where are you going?<br /><br /> Good Judge 1 appears frustrated as he turns and speaks in<br /> a scolding manner.<br /><br /> GOOD JUDGE 1<br /> Thought we were building something<br /> good for this county... Never<br /> thought we were stealing a man's<br /> farm... Now murder?..<br /> Corruption?.. Conspiracy?<br /><br /> Good Judge 1 appears in shame.<br /><br /> GOOD JUDGE 1 (CONT'D)<br /> Now we have federal agencies<br /> involved!<br /><br /> Good Judge 1 approaches Folgers and Morgan confronting<br /> them in an angry manner.<br /><br /> GOOD JUDGE 1 (CONT'D)<br /> Fuck every last one of you!.. Do<br /> not any one of you ever discuss<br /> these matters with me again!.. I<br /> will no longer participate in your<br /> criminal activities!<br /><br /> Good Judge 1 appears angry as he walks towards the door.<br /> He turns pointing his finger and shouts.<br /><br /> GOOD JUDGE 1 (CONT'D)<br /> You people are fuck'n dangerous!<br /><br /> Good Judge 1 exits the room slamming the door. Folgers<br /> speaks in jest to Walsh.<br /><br /> FOLGERS<br /> More money for me.<br /><br /> WEHR<br /> I'd walk with him if I wasn't in<br /> so deep.<br /><br /> Wehr questions Deering, Morgan, Franzen, and Mann.<br /><br /> WEHR (CONT'D)<br /> What does the bank want from the<br /> Judges?<br /><br /> MORGAN<br /> We want the justice system to<br /> classify Skeeter as a suspected<br /> drug dealer... Smuggler...<br /> Associate Skeeter with bank fraud<br /> and embezzlement.<br /><br /> DEERING<br /> Classify Skeeter a terrorist based<br /> upon his allegations against law<br /> enforcement and the justice<br /> system.<br /><br /> Folgers smiles an evil smile. <br /><br /> FOLGERS<br /> Sounds good!.. What else?<br /><br /> DEERING<br /> Classify Skeeter a dangerous<br /> psychotic terrorist!.. <br /> Remember!.. His Family had Skeeter<br /> locked in the behavior center.<br /><br /> Wehr interrupts.<br /><br /> WEHR<br /> One greedy fuck'n family!.. <br /><br /> DEERING<br /> I handled it!.. Hospital will<br /> verify this claim... They want<br /> Skeeter dead as much as the bank<br /> does! He is accusing the hospital<br /> of drug trafficking.<br /><br /> WEHR<br /> Sure we're not just digging a<br /> deeper hole?.. Federal agents are<br /> damn sharp! <br /><br /> FOLGERS<br /> Ones I know are stupid self<br /> centered morons!<br /><br /> DEERING<br /> We need someone to log Skeeter's<br /> classifications into the Federal<br /> Criminal Database.<br /><br /> FOLGERS<br /> We'll get our U.S. Senator and<br /> Representatives to handle it.<br /><br /> Morgan smiles and evil smile.<br /><br /> MORGAN<br /> Skeeter will be classified a<br /> criminal terrorist till the day he<br /> dies!.. No credit!.. No<br /> employment!.. Not even a secure<br /> bank account!.. We will starve him<br /> to death electronically!<br /><br /> WEHR<br /> Federal conspiracy is a very<br /> serious crime... FBI figures it<br /> out... Governors Congressmen... We<br /> all go down!<br /><br /> DEERING<br /> If the FBI discovers our<br /> conspiracy and if the FBI can<br /> prove conspiracy!.. Do you<br /> honestly believe the FBI will<br /> arrest their superiors in<br /> Congress?.. Not Me!<br /><br /> Wehr appears concerned.<br /><br /> WEHR<br /> Hope your correct I'm getting<br /> ready to retire... Been proud of<br /> my career till now.<br /><br /> Wehr appears disgusted as he stands and walks from table.<br /> Deering lines out cocaine on the conference table.<br /><br /> MORGAN<br /> The irony of this scheme is the<br /> Feds will consider Skeeter a<br /> terrorist... They will either<br /> shone him or document his claims<br /> as acts of terrorism... Proving<br /> backing our position... Protecting<br /> us! <br /><br /> Folgers smiles an evil smile. The loud ringing of a<br /> church bell is heard as an electronic listening device<br /> (Bug) is seen on a the chandelier above conference table. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <u><span style="color: blue;">59 EXT. CAMPBELL COUNTY COURTHOUSE - AFTERNOON 59</span></u></pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mLqCdGSsohA/UbNAJVQhbjI/AAAAAAAAIsQ/hiyuqb8GFg8/s1600/Church+Newport.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mLqCdGSsohA/UbNAJVQhbjI/AAAAAAAAIsQ/hiyuqb8GFg8/s640/Church+Newport.jpg" width="479" /></a></div><pre> Church Bell rings as a happy child plays with a dog on<br /> the lawn of courthouse. Good Judge 1 sits at the Memorial<br /> smiling as he watches the child's play. Dirty Cop 1 walks<br /> by and with a nasty tone yells.<br /><br /> DIRTY COP 1<br /> Off the grass kid!.. Now!<br /><br /> Good Judge 1 looks down in disgust.</pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><pre><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b> Fade to black.</b></span></pre><pre><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.kissmyasskentucky.com/2017/11/school-emails-drug-pick-ups-and.html"><img border="0" height="75" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sp5oRzA95UU/UbM8KQby5AI/AAAAAAAAIrw/DyD2uKCEbAU/s400/Click+for+next+screenplay+section,.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div>Steven Jeffrey Cullhttps://plus.google.com/104699146018815840496noreply@blogger.comNewport, KY 41071, USA39.091449 -84.49577569999996739.042148 -84.576456699999966 39.14075 -84.415094699999969tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522246270076708311.post-5510744057935850472017-11-03T14:01:00.000-07:002017-11-21T16:06:24.754-08:00School Emails Drug Pick Ups and Delivers on Buses for Drug Dealers of Campbell County Bank Conspirators<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b style="color: #cc0000; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><u><i>Screenplay Series Currently Under Rewrite.</i></u></b></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b><u>CHAPTER I</u></b></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b>Scene 60 - 68</b></span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ejNFxMNEoY/UbMshqaPilI/AAAAAAAAIq4/0FmieYJ86Qc/s1600/Storm+cloud+Sunlight.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="398" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ejNFxMNEoY/UbMshqaPilI/AAAAAAAAIq4/0FmieYJ86Qc/s640/Storm+cloud+Sunlight.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre></pre><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><u>Future Site of Dope Airport</u></span><br />by Steven Jeffrey Cull<br />Copyright PAu 3-373-868 Feb. 11, 2009<br />Copyright Revision June 5, 2013<br /><br /><pre></pre><pre><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b> Fade in.</b></span></pre><pre></pre><pre>60 EXT. FLORIDA TURNPIKE N. (TOWARDS MIAMI) - AFTERNOON 60</pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><pre> Skeeter rides his motorcycle as a dark storm clouds roll<br /> approaches from left. Lightning flashes as heavy rain<br /> sweeps across the Everglades. A tractor trailer toots<br /> it's horn as it passes. Skeeter smiles observing clear<br /> skies and bright sunshine to his right as he approaches a<br /> highway sign "Miami". <br /><br /><br /><br /> 61 EXT. DOWNTOWN MIAMI - AFTERNOON 61<br /><br /> Dark storm clouds churn as all around a heavy deluge of<br /> rain pounds the pavement. Skeeter rides his motorcycle in<br /> a small dry section of bright sunshine within the<br /> darkness of the storm. As he travels the section of<br /> brightness moves with him.<br /> He observes the overflow and flooding of storm drain then<br /> though the darkness of the rain ahead a rainbow appears<br /> guiding his path.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 62 EXT. CAUSEWAY (GOV. CUT) TO SOUTH BEACH MIAMI - SUNSET62<br /><br /> Skeeter smiles as he rides his motorcycle peaking the<br /> causeway bridge. Black storm clouds churn in the<br /> background then appear to dissolve into sunlight. Ahead<br /> the distant colorful sparkle of high rise South Beach<br /> appears. The sounding of a cruise ship horn is heard as<br /> it navigates the channel of Government's Cut. The bright<br /> blue waters of Biscayne Bay abound teaming with<br /> activities of the good life. Sleek yachts navigate the<br /> waterways as a flock of old gray pelicans lead Skeeter<br /> ahead.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 63 EXT/INT. ALTERNATIVE SCHOOL (COLD SPRINGS, KY) - DAY 63<br /><br /> A Campbell County school bus pulls to the entrance door<br /> and the driver gets out. He passes a sign displaying<br /> "Alternative School" below a "Dare" banner as he enters<br /> the school. Ex-wife can be seen in the school cafeteria<br /> kitchen at her computer screen. Several plastic five<br /> gallon containers sit at her side on the floor. Bus<br /> Driver 1 enters the room and speaks to Ex-wife. <br /><br /> BUS DRIVER 1<br /> Headquarters said you had two pick<br /> ups for me.<br /><br /> Ex-wife smiles to Bus Driver 1.<br /><br /> EX-WIFE<br /> Let me check my emails.<br /><br /> Ex-wife studies her computer.<br /><br /> EX-WIFE (CONT'D)<br /> Yes you have two pick ups today...<br /> One goes to the Dunn Boys and one<br /> to Lang One in cake town later<br /> when you drop off the handicap. <br /><br /> Ex-wife slides two of the plastic containers towards Bus<br /> Driver 1. Ex-wife can be seen typing on the computer. Bus<br /> Driver 1 is seen driving away in the bus as Robby rides<br /> with a full bus of students.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 64 EXT. SOUTH BEACH (ART DECO DISTRICT) - NIGHT 64</pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5HBODvlSNaY/UbMs1p9TJ5I/AAAAAAAAIrA/DvLHlZ6CwAI/s1600/South+Beach+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5HBODvlSNaY/UbMs1p9TJ5I/AAAAAAAAIrA/DvLHlZ6CwAI/s640/South+Beach+2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre> Cuban music is heard as the Art Deco District glows<br /> brightly colored in the moonlit night. Silverware rings <br /> the sidewalk dining as formally dressed men sample wine<br /> to the on look of beautiful ladies. Skeeter wearing a<br /> bright blue Hawaiian shirt politely maneuvers through the<br /> activities. Patrons converse in Spanish and English at<br /> restaurants and nightclubs one after another. Skeeter<br /> admires the bright colors and shapes of the local<br /> architecture. He exchanges smiles with beautiful ladies<br /> then he observes three young ladies dancing across the<br /> street and into a busy Cuban Diner.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 65 EXT/INT. CUBAN DINER (SOUTH BEACH) - NIGHT 65<br /><br /> As Skeeter enters the Diner the rhythm of Cuban music is<br /> heard mingled in Spanish conversation at every table. He<br /> weaves through the tables as all patrons become silent<br /> and stare upon him with curiosity. He sits at a small<br /> table along the back wall and smiles as he looks around<br /> at the customers enjoying the evening. Young Cuban Lady<br /> Waitress 1 approaches Skeeter. She is absolutely<br /> beautiful. She stands looking down upon Skeeter with a<br /> great smile as she speaks in Spanish. Skeeter does not<br /> understand. He smiles a big smile to her then pounds<br /> lightly to his chest. She looks in amazement.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Signor Skeetron... The<br /> magnificent!.. King of jungle!<br /><br /> Young Cuban Lady Waitress 1 laughs.<br /><br /> YOUNG CUBAN LADY WAITRESS 1<br /> See!<br /><br /> Young Cuban Lady Waitress 1 yells across Diner to other<br /> waitresses.<br /><br /> YOUNG CUBAN LADY WAITRESS 1<br /> (CONT'D)<br /> Marie!.. Maria!.. Lucia!<br /><br /> All customers and waitresses listen as Young Cuban Lady<br /> Waitress 1 points to Skeeter and yells with excitement. <br /><br /> YOUNG CUBAN LADY WAITRESS 1<br /> (CONT'D)<br /> Signor monkey! Signor big<br /> monkey!.. Little pee pee!<br /><br /> All waitresses and customers laugh as they stare to<br /> Skeeter. He appears embarrassed then laughs along.<br /> Young Cuban Lady Waitress 1 stands staring down to<br /> Skeeter with a big friendly smile.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 66 EXT. COLLINS AVE. (SOUTH BEACH TO SUNNYISLES) - MORNING66</pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eEr0xoTpnZQ/UbMtB2xv1SI/AAAAAAAAIrI/8Qj7rywA92I/s1600/Ocean+Palm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="411" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eEr0xoTpnZQ/UbMtB2xv1SI/AAAAAAAAIrI/8Qj7rywA92I/s640/Ocean+Palm.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre> Skeeter rides his motorcycle enjoying the sights along<br /> Collins Avenue. An old Art Deco style motel catches his<br /> eye displaying a sign "Ocean Psalm". New high-rise condos<br /> surround the motel and a few old hotels of an era past.<br /> He waits at a red light and watching as three young<br /> Spanish ladies dance diagonally through the intersection.<br /> They move with such rhythm that their skimpy bikinis<br /> might fly away. The light turn green followed by the<br /> sound of numerous car horns as the dancers continue down<br /> the sidewalk. Skeeter rides into the parking lot of the<br /> "Ocean Psalm" motel and pulls to a parking spot. As he<br /> removes his helmet he notices a sign on the side of the<br /> building displaying "No Nude Sun Bathing At Pool".<br /> Skeeter smiles then walks towards the lobby.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 67 EXT. CLOTHING OPTIONAL BEACH (SUNNYISLES) - DAY 67<br /> Skeeter appears total out of place on the beach.</pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xu02dN3Tzow/UbMw9Ax5t6I/AAAAAAAAIrg/lCToLrrPxaw/s1600/Haulover+Park+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xu02dN3Tzow/UbMw9Ax5t6I/AAAAAAAAIrg/lCToLrrPxaw/s640/Haulover+Park+1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre> Skeeter smokes a cigarette as walks along the beach. He<br /> is barefoot wearing long blue jeans with his shirt draped<br /> over his shoulder. He smiles as he passes a lady<br /> sunbathing topless. Skeeter approaches a vinyl fence with<br /> a crowded beach beyond. He walks through the opening and<br /> observes all to be nude. He laughs to himself then<br /> continues in along an open sand walkway leading through.<br /> He exchanges smiles with a topless lady wearing only a<br /> scarf about her waist. Three nude men sit under a thatch<br /> roof structure. A group of couples totally nude play<br /> volley ball. Skeeter approaches three older ladies<br /> dressed in tourist clothing giggling as they pose for<br /> photos with naked men. Skeeter stares at the bare<br /> backside of an (Older Country Lady 1) as she wears a<br /> fancy horse lady hat and dances at the waters edge. He<br /> smiles in disbelief as he speaks to himself. <br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Naaa.<br /><br /> The bare butts of three nudes can be seen waiting for<br /> service at a mobile food trailer. A sign atop advertises<br /> "Hot Dogs".<br /><br /><br /><br /> 68 INT. GARY'S OFFICE (DEA CINCINNATI) - DAY 68</pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NlaAAf-Wzbo/UbMtQnqzDTI/AAAAAAAAIrQ/f92CYC-2Z3w/s1600/Puducah+Ohio+River.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="268" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NlaAAf-Wzbo/UbMtQnqzDTI/AAAAAAAAIrQ/f92CYC-2Z3w/s640/Puducah+Ohio+River.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre> Gary sits at his desk talking with Maverick. <br /><br /> GARY<br /> Arkansas DEA believes a shipment<br /> of heroin out of Mexico is heading<br /> this way.<br /><br /> FBI-William enters the room and listens.<br /><br /> GARY (CONT'D)<br /> They lost the trail somewhere in<br /> the Paducah area... Arkansas<br /> believes the shipment is heading<br /> up the Ohio River by boat.<br /><br /> MAVERICK<br /> Damn!.. I sure would like to make<br /> that bust!.. Get it all... Stop it<br /> cold!<br /><br /> GARY<br /> We are never going to stop it...<br /> Not in my lifetime... Society has<br /> to change first!<br /><br /> FBI-William nodes in agreement. Gary instructs Maverick.<br /><br /> GARY (CONT'D)<br /> Notify our local undercover...<br /> Have our people keep a close eye<br /> on the Licking River drop site. <br /><br /> MAVERICK<br /> Yes sir.<br /><br /> Maverick exits the office. FBI-William approaches Gary.<br /><br /> FBI WILLIAM<br /> How can we help you Gary?<br /><br /> Gary smiles.<br /><br /> GARY<br /> Skeeter again!<br /><br /> FBI-William laughs<br /><br /> FBI WILLIAM<br /> Heard he was stirring up the<br /> hillbillies again!.. Boy sure<br /> knows how to piss em off.<br /><br /> Gary laughs.<br /><br /> GARY<br /> Yea that's Skeeter.<br /><br /> FBI WILLIAM<br /> We've been listening.<br /><br /> GARY<br /> Skeeter screwed up down in<br /> Miami... He used a credit card...<br /> We believe the hillbillies are<br /> tracking him... We were hoping the<br /> FBI might erase Skeeter's<br /> movements electronically.<br /><br /> FBI WILLIAM<br /> Consider it done!.. Hell we wish<br /> we could clone the crazy bastard.<br /><br /> Gary smiles as he nods in agreement.<br /><br /> FBI WILLIAM (CONT'D)<br /> Wherever he goes shit flies... We<br /> just catch it and analyze it!..<br /> Hell this is one of the biggest<br /> crime conspiracies ever.<br /><br /> Gary smiles a big smile.<b style="font-size: xx-large;"> </b></pre><pre><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b> Fade to black.</b></span></pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.kissmyasskentucky.com/2017/11/governor-of-kentucky-wants-skeeter-dead.html"><img border="0" height="75" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JGDqtqErBw8/UbMi5ZspdUI/AAAAAAAAIqY/Bg33A03O5y0/s400/Click+for+next+screenplay+section,.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div>Steven Jeffrey Cullhttps://plus.google.com/104699146018815840496noreply@blogger.comCold Spring, KY 41076, USA39.0217283 -84.439940638.9230333 -84.6013021 39.1204233 -84.2785791tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522246270076708311.post-15029124781748592122017-11-02T17:42:00.000-07:002017-11-21T16:06:48.629-08:00Governor of Kentucky Wants Skeeter Dead. Judges Bank Even Congress Wants Their Crimes Covered Up <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><b style="color: blue; font-size: xx-large;"><b style="color: #cc0000; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><u><i>Screenplay Series Currently Under Rewrite.</i></u></b></b><br /><b style="color: blue; font-size: xx-large;"><br /></b><b style="color: blue; font-size: xx-large;"><u>CHAPTER I</u></b><br /><b style="color: blue; font-size: xx-large;">Scene 69 - 73</b><br /><pre><b style="color: blue; font-size: xx-large;"></b></pre><pre><br /></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eeVfL6C8KiQ/UeFqeGoyIbI/AAAAAAAAJpg/SnDc8Jq2urg/s1600/Overdose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eeVfL6C8KiQ/UeFqeGoyIbI/AAAAAAAAJpg/SnDc8Jq2urg/s640/Overdose.jpg" width="454" /></a></div><br /><pre><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><b><u>Future Site of Dope Airport</u></b></span></pre><pre>by Steven Jeffrey Cull</pre><pre></pre><pre>Copyright PAu 3-373-868 Feb. 11, 2009 </pre><pre><b>Copyright Revision June 5, 2013</b></pre><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b> Fade in.</b></span><br /><br /><pre><b><u><span style="color: blue;">69 EXT. ALTERNATIVE SCHOOL (COLD SPRINGS, KY) - DAY 69</span></u></b><br /><br /> An Alexandria police cruiser idles along side the school<br /> entrance. A sign displaying "Campbell County Alternative<br /> Program" is mounted to the brick wall below a "DARE"<br /> banner. Dirty Alexandria Police Chief converses on his<br /> cellphone. <br /><br /> DIRTY ALEXANDRIA POLICE CHIEF<br /> The whacked out bitch is<br /> threatening all of us!<br /><br /> Ex-Wife and Mann exit school and approach the cruiser.<br /><br /> DIRTY ALEXANDRIA POLICE CHIEF<br /> (CONT'D)<br /> Here she comes... Make sure you<br /> record this!<br /><br /> Ex-Wife enters the cruiser and sits in passenger seat. <br /><br /> MANN<br /> How you doing Chief!..<br /><br /> Dirty Alexandria Police Chief motions as though "Unsure". <br /><br /> DIRTY ALEXANDRIA POLICE CHIEF<br /> How's the Bank's Parole Office?<br /><br /> MANN<br /> We violate em all now that we have<br /> drive through!.. Triples our<br /> take... Keep em coming Chief!<br /><br /> Dirty Alexandria Police Chief laughs. Mann hands a<br /> prescription bottle of pills to Ex-wife then looks to<br /> Dirty Alexandria Police Chief.<br /><br /> MANN (CONT'D)<br /> Your turn good luck!<br /><br /> As Mann walks away he overhears Ex-Wife threatening the<br /> police chief.<br /><br /> EX-WIFE<br /> (V.O.)<br /> How did you lose him!.. Better<br /> find him or else!.. <br /><br /> Dirty Alexandria Police Chief appears disgusted with Ex<br /> Wife.<br /><br /> EX-WIFE (CONT'D)<br /> I'm serious!.. I'll go to the<br /> newspaper I swear!<br /><br /> Dirty Alexandria Police Chief appears angry then responds<br /> in a threatening manner.<br /><br /> DIRTY ALEXANDRIA POLICE CHIEF<br /> Hold on!.. Your not going to talk<br /> to anyone!.. Not after everything<br /> we've done for you!.. Calm down or<br /> get the hell out of my cruiser.<br /><br /> Ex-wife appears frustrated and irritated.<br /><br /> DIRTY ALEXANDRIA POLICE CHIEF<br /> (CONT'D)<br /> Skeeter's in Miami!.. South Beach!<br /><br /> Ex-Wife yells in angry at Dirty Alexandria Police Chief.<br /><br /> EX-WIFE<br /> I need him dead!.. Folgers and<br /> Deering and Morgan... Bank too...<br /> They all say I only get his<br /> inheritance if he dies before our<br /> divorce is final.<br /><br /> DIRTY ALEXANDRIA POLICE CHIEF<br /> Not that easy!.. Murder is a crime<br /> you know!<br /><br /> Ex-Wife smiles an evil smile.<br /><br /> EX-WIFE<br /> The whole damn state of Kentucky <br /> wants Skeeter dead!<br /><br /> Dirty Cop 2 drives along side in a police cruiser.<br /><br /> EX-WIFE (CONT'D)<br /> His family!.. Not just me!.. Just<br /> kill his ass and we all get rich.<br /><br /> Dirty Cop 2 speaks to Dirty Alexandria Police Chief.<br /><br /> DIRTY COP 2<br /> There is a new shipment of drugs<br /> on its way up the Ohio River...<br /> Coming in tonight!<br /><br /> Dirty Alexandria Police Chief nods in approval.<br /><br /> DIRTY ALEXANDRIA POLICE CHIEF<br /> I'll let my brother and the<br /> Carsons know... The Wilder drop<br /> site?<br /><br /> DIRTY COP 2<br /> No!.. Not this time.. The drop is<br /> under the Pond Creek Bridge...<br /> Bout midnight.<br /><br /> POLICE CHIEF 1<br /> Why Pond Creek?<br /><br /> DIRTY COP 2<br /> The Feds are onto the shipment...<br /> Our DEA in the Drug Task Force<br /> informed us!<br /><br /> DIRTY ALEXANDRIA POLICE CHIEF<br /> Understood!.. Pond Creek!.. I'll<br /> let em know!.. Have a decoy boat<br /> at the Wilder site.<br /><br /> DIRTY COP 2<br /> Yes sir.<br /><br /> Dirty Cop 2 nods in agreement and drives away. Dirty<br /> Alexandria Police Chief 1 speaks to Ex-Wife.<br /><br /> DIRTY ALEXANDRIA POLICE CHIEF<br /> Skeeter brought in the Feds...<br /> Don't you think they'll look into<br /> his murder?<br /><br /> EX-WIFE<br /> That's your problem!.. You all got<br /> rich from me financing your drug<br /> purchases with Skeeter's money!<br /><br /> Dirty Alexandria Police Chief responds in anger.<br /><br /> DIRTY ALEXANDRIA POLICE CHIEF<br /> You got plenty of money!.. Cocaine<br /> is an expensive habit.. Especially<br /> when you're supporting the habits<br /> of all your whore friends!<br /><br /> Ex-Wife appears in anger as she responds in a threatening<br /> manner.<br /><br /> EX-WIFE<br /> Don't you threaten me!.. I'll go<br /> to Sixty Minutes!... Forty eight<br /> Hours!.. Howard Aims!.. I swear<br /> I'll tell everybody!..<br /> Everything!.. Try me!.. Tell the<br /> FBI!.. You'll see!<br /><br /> DIRTY ALEXANDRIA POLICE CHIEF<br /> Shut the fuck up bitch!.. You need<br /> to get out of my cruiser... Get<br /> out bitch!<br /><br /> Ex-Wife gives an angry nasty stare then exits the cruiser<br /> slamming the door behind her. The "DARE" banister rattles<br /> in the wind as students run by and enter a school bus.<br /><br /><br /><br /> <b><u><span style="color: blue;">70 EXT. BEACH MIAMI - NIGHT 70</span></u></b></pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cESUblU9PBI/UbJjofcl1tI/AAAAAAAAIpw/DqgJf8H6AzM/s1600/beach+chair.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cESUblU9PBI/UbJjofcl1tI/AAAAAAAAIpw/DqgJf8H6AzM/s640/beach+chair.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre> Skeeter sits in an old wooden chair at the water's edge<br /> smoking a cigarette. He stares to a calm moonlit Atlantic<br /> Ocean. Lovers flirt while strolling the beach in the<br /> shadows. The faint beat of Spanish music can be heard as<br /> Skeeter stands and stares to Atlantic. He appears<br /> rejuvenated as he smiles. He turns then walks into the<br /> darkness of the beach as the rhythm of Spanish music<br /> progressively loud-ens.<br /><br /><br /><br /> <b><u><span style="color: blue;">71 INT. DOLLHOUSE (STRIPPER NIGHTCLUB) MIAMI - NIGHT 71</span></u></b></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mU9amWoMoOM/UbJhJNm4mQI/AAAAAAAAIpY/CxeceZ8ogfM/s1600/Dollhouse+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="431" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mU9amWoMoOM/UbJhJNm4mQI/AAAAAAAAIpY/CxeceZ8ogfM/s640/Dollhouse+2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre> Skeeter appears drunk as he orders a corona from a young<br /> lady bartender.<br /> She is dressed in revealing black leather and bar-tends in<br /> a cocaine induced, erratic manner. Skeeter smiles as he<br /> observes Ghia as she dances the runway. As Ghia completes<br /> her routine she slowly slides face first down the pole<br /> and disappears between spectators. Skeeter turns to the<br /> bar grabbing his beer then rotates back to view Ghia's<br /> smiling face. She stands totally naked covering her<br /> privates with one hand wearing high heels. Skeeter smiles<br /> as he studies her beautiful slender body to her shoes.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Nice shoes!<br /><br /> Both laughs then Ghia appears excited.<br /><br /> GHIA<br /> You like my dance my show?<br /><br /> Skeeter smiles in approval.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Great show!.. Absolutely fabulous<br /> my lady!<br /><br /> Ghia smiles a big smile then turns and walks into the<br /> crowd. Skeeter sits drinking his beer observing the<br /> activities of the strip club. He observes Ghia across the<br /> floor. She is dressed in revealing leather as she giggles<br /> with her stripper friends Lana and Nena. Ghia points to<br /> Skeeter then all three ladies begin walking toward him.<br /> They speak Spanish and laugh as they approach. Skeeter<br /> wonders what they are up to as Ghia grabs his arm<br /> motioning for him to follow.<br /><br /> GHIA<br /> Skeetron!.. Amigo!.. Come! <br /><br /> Lana grabs Skeeter's other arm as all walk into the<br /> crowd.<br /><br /><br /><br /> <b><u><span style="color: blue;">72 INT. DOLLHOUSE (BACK CORNER) - NIGHT. 72</span></u></b></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TSBdby8GYiU/UbJhRjBnz8I/AAAAAAAAIpg/nGSIidW-LEw/s1600/Dollhouse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="204" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TSBdby8GYiU/UbJhRjBnz8I/AAAAAAAAIpg/nGSIidW-LEw/s640/Dollhouse.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre> Skeeter smiles as he stands leaning chest down on a<br /> table. Lana and Nena smile at Skeeter as each holds an<br /> arm. Ghia smiles face to face with Skeeter then walks to<br /> his rear and quickly pulls his pants to the floor and<br /> begins slapping his bare butt with her hand. Lana and<br /> Nena laugh as the loud sound of spanking is heard.<br /> Skeeter appears drunk as he smiles in embarrassment. Ghia<br /> switches places with Nena as the sound of spanking<br /> continues. Ghia laughs.<br /></pre><pre> GHIA<br /> Skeetron happy!.. Skeetron happy<br /> now! <br /><br /> Skeeter smiles a big friendly smile.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Skeetron happy!<br /><br /><br /><br /> <b><u><span style="color: blue;">73 INT. DOLLHOUSE (STRIPPER NIGHTCLUB) - NIGHT 73<br /></span></u></b><br /> Skeeter sits at a bar stool surrounded by Ghia, Lana, and<br /> Nena. All laugh and giggle. Lana kisses a white napkin<br /> leaving her lipstick prints. She hands the napkin to<br /> Skeeter. <br /><br /> LANA<br /> Amigo!.. Skeetron!<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> See!.. Love Signorinas!<br /><br /> All stand together smiling as another stripper takes a<br /> photograph of them. The flash of the camera fades to a<br /> photograph then Skeeter smiles.<br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> Spank'n Dot Com!<br /><br /> All laugh.<br /></pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><pre><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b> Fade to black.</b></span></pre><pre><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="http://www.kissmyasskentucky.com/2017/11/skeeter-will-not-survive-bank-will-cut.html"><img border="0" height="75" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gV32yKP8MXc/UbJYGkrgIGI/AAAAAAAAIpA/wzrlPAiztIQ/s400/Click+for+next+screenplay+section,.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div>Steven Jeffrey Cullhttps://plus.google.com/104699146018815840496noreply@blogger.comCold Spring, KY 41076, USA39.0217283 -84.439940638.9230333 -84.6013021 39.1204233 -84.2785791tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522246270076708311.post-66030726516487036452017-11-01T18:11:00.000-07:002017-11-21T16:07:06.616-08:00Skeeter Will Not Survive. Bank Will Cut Em Up and Dispose of His Flesh. Where Are We Going For Lunch?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><b style="color: blue; font-size: xx-large;"><b style="color: #cc0000; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><u><i>Screenplay Series Currently Under Rewrite.</i></u></b></b><br /><b style="color: blue; font-size: xx-large;"><br /></b><b style="color: blue; font-size: xx-large;"><u>CHAPTER I</u></b><br /><b style="color: blue; font-size: xx-large;">Scene 74 - 76</b><br /><pre><b style="color: blue; font-size: xx-large;"></b></pre><pre><br /></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b0NmhusxqdU/UbJIw7qP2LI/AAAAAAAAIoI/2j5x5SRmoj8/s1600/Newport+Ky+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b0NmhusxqdU/UbJIw7qP2LI/AAAAAAAAIoI/2j5x5SRmoj8/s640/Newport+Ky+2.jpg" width="424" /></a></div><pre></pre><br /><pre><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><b><u>Future Site of Dope Airport</u></b></span></pre><pre>by Steven Jeffrey Cull</pre><pre></pre><pre>Copyright PAu 3-373-868 Feb. 11, 2009 </pre><pre><b>Copyright Revision June 5, 2013</b></pre><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b> Fade in.</b></span><br /><br /><pre><b><u><span style="color: blue;">74 INT. JUDGES CHAMBERS (C.C. COURTHOUSE) - MORNING 74</span></u></b><br /><br /> Sheriff 1 enters carrying documents and approaches<br /> Folgers reading.<br /><br /> SHERIFF 1<br /> Judge... Have wire tap<br /> documents... Morgan and Deering<br /> prepared em for the bank... They<br /> need your signature.<br /><br /> Folgers smiles.<br /><br /> FOLGERS<br /> Who'd the bank decide on?<br /><br /> SHERIFF 1<br /> Skeeter's children... Robby and<br /> Joanie... Bank owns their phone<br /> accounts...<br /> They still wants official<br /> documentation... Also Skeeter's<br /> buddies Mac and Kenny... <br /><br /> FOLGERS<br /> What about Joyce?<br /><br /> Sheriff 1 appears nervous.<br /><br /> SHERIFF 1<br /> Her lines are already tapped...<br /> You authorized it about six months<br /> ago... Judge... We have recordings<br /> of you talking with her... Didn't<br /> know you used to date her?<br /><br /> FOLGERS<br /> Yes... I dated her a long time<br /> ago... She has been dating Skeeter<br /> now about a year... I've been<br /> calling her lately attempting to<br /> extract information bout what<br /> Skeeter knows... She's protecting<br /> Skeeter.<br /><br /> SHERIFF 1<br /> We agree!.. She is also in<br /> communication with some guy named<br /> Maverick through Skeeter.. We<br /> can't track him!.. Not sure who he<br /> is... Our drug dealers did manage<br /> to hook her son on heroin though! <br /><br /> Folgers smiles an evil smile then glances at the<br /> documents and begins signing them. Sheriff 1 explains an<br /> addition document as he lays it to the table.<br /><br /> SHERIFF 1 (CONT'D)<br /> Bank also wants authorization .<br /> to enter Skeeter's children's<br /> residence at any time for any<br /> reason... Basically to bully and<br /> extort information from them about<br /> Skeeter.<br /><br /> Folgers signs last documents as the ringing of a Church<br /> Bell is heard in background. Folgers hands documents to<br /> Sheriff 1. <br /><br /> FOLGERS<br /> Make em count!.. We need to hang<br /> Skeeter before he hangs us! <br /><br /><br /><br /> <b><u><span style="color: blue;">75 INT. VANHORN'S OFFICE (BANK) - DAY 75</span></u></b></pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FwOpoP0tRRI/UbJNy4YUtuI/AAAAAAAAIog/qxXYtxvhpvo/s1600/Newport+mob.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="453" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FwOpoP0tRRI/UbJNy4YUtuI/AAAAAAAAIog/qxXYtxvhpvo/s640/Newport+mob.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre> Vanhorn sits behind his desk in discussion with Ex-Wife.<br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> Bank can no longer fund your life<br /> style... You have gone through<br /> four hundred thousand dollars of<br /> Skeeter's money so far and the<br /> bank has nothing to show for it.<br /><br /> EX-WIFE<br /> I need money!.. Just ten thousand<br /> dollars more till he dies.<br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> The bank is still waiting for you<br /> to deliver the deed on Skeeter's<br /> farm... Till then you're cut off!<br /><br /> Ex-Wife appears desperate.<br /><br /> EX-WIFE<br /> I have three life insurance<br /> policies on Skeeter... Worth over<br /> one million!.. Just ten thousand<br /> more... The farm is worth over two<br /> million!<br /><br /> Vanhorn appears confident as he leans back in his chair.<br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> Subtract your years of<br /> embezzlement and fraud... Subtract<br /> the bank's associated criminal<br /> liabilities and risk!... Your<br /> liquidation ratio is now zero!..<br /> The Directors say no! <br /><br /> Vanhorn leans to desk.<br /><br /> VANHORN (CONT'D)<br /> I'm not sure whether the directors<br /> will approve this or not... If you<br /> make the bank sole beneficiary of<br /> one of the policies then we may be<br /> willing to give you ten thousand<br /> dollars more.<br /><br /> Vanhorn smiles.<br /><br /> VANHORN (CONT'D)<br /> Skeeter won't last forever!<br /><br /> EX-WIFE<br /> Not sure I want to do that.. Been<br /> paying on these policies for ten<br /> years.<br /><br /> Vanhorn laughs then speaks loudly in jest.<br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> With Skeeter's money!.. He doesn't<br /> even know the policies exist!..<br /> Think about it... Remember if you<br /> get behind on your premiums our<br /> bank director will cancel the<br /> policies and then where will you<br /> be. <br /><br /> The door opens and Noran and Macke enter the room. Mann<br /> stands in doorway. Ex-Wife appears nervous then stands. <br /><br /> EX-WIFE<br /> I'll do it!.. Can I get the money<br /> tomorrow?<br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> I'll call you.<br /><br /> Noran and Crawford stand behind Ex-Wife. She lowers her<br /> head then walks towards the door. Mann quietly scolds her<br /> as she exits.<br /><br /> MANN<br /> Keep your mouth shut... Yea I<br /> heard.<br /><br /> Noran and Crawford sit as Mann shuts the door.<br /><br /> MANN (CONT'D)<br /> What's the crazy bitch want now?<br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> What do you think?<br /><br /> Mann smiles.<br /><br /> MANN<br /> Money!.. More money!<br /><br /> Vanhorn nods in agreement.<br /><br /> MANN (CONT'D)<br /> Skeeter is in Miami... We picked<br /> up a Visa charge in South Beach.<br /><br /> Noran appears frustrated as he speaks to Mann.<br /><br /> NORAN<br /> Your Iron Horseman failed us!.. <br /><br /> Vanhorn questions Mann.<br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> What happened?<br /><br /> MANN<br /> We're not sure... They told us to<br /> fuck off.<br /><br /> Vanhorn appears confused as he looks to Crawford then<br /> Noran.<br /><br /> NORAN<br /> We have gone outside the<br /> association.<br /><br /> Mann looks to Crawford for reassurance then explains to<br /> Vanhorn.<br /><br /> MANN<br /> We have employed an independent<br /> contractor... Hammer!.. A private<br /> detective out of Tampa.<br /><br /> NORAN<br /> Hit-man out of Tampa!.. He is to<br /> locate Skeeter... Kill em... Cut<br /> em up... And dispose of his flesh<br /> forever.<br /><br /> Noran smiles an evil smile.<br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> Where are we going for lunch?<br /><br /><br /><br /> <b><u><span style="color: blue;">76 INT. OFFICE (OLD MOB) (GOD) CHICAGO - SUNRISE 76</span></u></b><br /> Faces Unseen.</pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uYvO-hvwxC0/UbJJYuXiRBI/AAAAAAAAIoQ/sDa9uTmNsXU/s1600/Chicago.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="228" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uYvO-hvwxC0/UbJJYuXiRBI/AAAAAAAAIoQ/sDa9uTmNsXU/s640/Chicago.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre> Samuel can be seen standing looking outward through the<br /> window of his high rise office in phone conversation. The<br /> Chicago skyline can be seen beyond as cigar smoke shrouds<br /> the room. Samuel speaks in a loud irritated manner.<br /><br /> SAMUEL<br /> I thought Hammer was told to stay<br /> clear of Association business!<br /><br /> Samuel smokes his cigar while listening on phone then<br /> responds.<br /><br /> SAMUEL (CONT'D)<br /> Al I will personally take care of<br /> this one!.. Count it done!<br /><br /> An eagle stands perched atop a flagpole atop a Chicago<br /> skyscraper. The eagle stands tall and proud then leaps to<br /> flight as "Old Glory" waves in her colors.<br /></pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><pre><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b> Fade to black.</b></span></pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.kissmyasskentucky.com/2017/10/dirty-campbell-county-police-chiefs.html"><img border="0" height="60" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H3RL8ceXHiQ/UbJO1310ggI/AAAAAAAAIow/BivDIeXADjg/s320/Click+for+next+screenplay+section,.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div>Steven Jeffrey Cullhttps://plus.google.com/104699146018815840496noreply@blogger.comN Grand Ave, Newport, KY, USA39.0828162 -84.47275439999998539.0704907 -84.492924399999978 39.095141700000006 -84.452584399999992tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522246270076708311.post-46013527662099411062017-10-31T13:34:00.000-07:002017-11-21T16:07:27.942-08:00Dirty Campbell County Police Chiefs Order Terrorism of Children for Drug Dealing Kin and Bank Conspirators<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><b style="color: blue; font-size: xx-large;"><b style="color: #cc0000; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><u><i>Screenplay Series Currently Under Rewrite.</i></u></b></b><br /><b style="color: blue; font-size: xx-large;"><br /></b><b style="color: blue; font-size: xx-large;"><u>CHAPTER I</u></b><br /><b style="color: blue; font-size: xx-large;">Scene 77 - 82</b><br /><pre><b style="color: blue; font-size: xx-large;"></b></pre><pre><br /></pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WQjZdke1iwA/UbIEwMJQxeI/AAAAAAAAInI/df4CJENa4Qc/s1600/Duval+St+Day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="358" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WQjZdke1iwA/UbIEwMJQxeI/AAAAAAAAInI/df4CJENa4Qc/s640/Duval+St+Day.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre></pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><pre><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><b><u>Future Site of Dope Airport</u></b></span></pre><pre>by Steven Jeffrey Cull</pre><pre></pre><pre>Copyright PAu 3-373-868 Feb. 11, 2009 </pre><pre><b>Copyright Revision June 5, 2013</b></pre><pre></pre><pre> </pre><pre> <span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Fade in</b></span></pre><br /><pre><span style="color: blue;"><b><u>77 EXT. U.S. 27 ROBBY & JOANIE HOUSE - DAY 77<br /></u></b></span><br /> The school bus door opens as the bus radio is heard.<br /><br /> BUS RADIO<br /> (V.O.)<br /> Bus 31... Bus 31... Over.<br /><br /> Robby and Joanie laugh as they exit the bus to driveway.<br /> Bus Driver 1 answers radio.<br /><br /> BUS DRIVER 1<br /> Bus 31... Over.<br /><br /> Robby walks to the street mail box as the bus radio is<br /> heard.<br /><br /> BUS RADIO<br /> (V.O.)<br /> Your pick up point today is Carson<br /> one... Your drop of point is<br /> Grant's Lick Elementary<br /><br /> Robby removes the mail then sorts through it as bus<br /> drives away. Robby smiles to Joanie displaying two post<br /> cards.<br /><br /> ROBBY<br /> Dad!<br /><br /> Robby hands a post card to Joanie.<br /><br /> ROBBY (CONT'D)<br /> Here's yours Joanie.<br /><br /> Both study their post card. Robby smiles and Joanie<br /> laughs as both walk towards the breezeway of house.<br /><br /> JOANIE<br /> Dad's in the mountains!.. Mile<br /> High Bridge!.. Look!<br /><br /> Joanie shows her post card to Robby. <br /><br /> ROBBY<br /> Look at mine!<br /><br /> Robby laughs displaying his post card of a girl in a<br /> bikini on beach.<br /><br /> JOANIE<br /> Better hide that one from mom!.. <br /> She'll steal it and use it against<br /> dad... Like your Hooter hat. <br /><br /> Robby laughs as he reads the back of the post card.<br /><br /> ROBBY<br /> Listen what dad wrote Joanie...<br /> Hey dude!.. Riding Mach Two Out of<br /> hell!.. Blew her clothes off!..<br /> Love Dad.<br /><br /> Both laugh. Joanie stares closely at the postal stamp.<br /><br /> JOANIE<br /> Look Rob!<br /><br /> Joanie shows postal stamp to Robby displaying "Key West".<br /> Robby smiles then yells.<br /><br /> ROBBY<br /> Dad made it yea!<br /><br /> As Robby and Joanie approach the entrance Joanie points<br /> to an open storm door. Robby looks through the breezeway<br /> opening and sees an Alexandria police cruiser parked at<br /> the backyard drive.<br /><br /><br /><br /> <span style="color: blue;"><b><u>78 INT. ROBBY'S ROOM -DAY 78</u></b></span></pre><pre><span style="color: blue;"><b><u><br /></u></b></span></pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-npdA1zNr44U/UbH_MUHBAtI/AAAAAAAAImo/58L9U8RP2Ag/s1600/Gun+Barrel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="478" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-npdA1zNr44U/UbH_MUHBAtI/AAAAAAAAImo/58L9U8RP2Ag/s640/Gun+Barrel.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre> </pre><pre> Robby and Joanie slowly enter their home and look into<br /> Robby's room noticing it has been ransacked. Robby looks<br /> through door opening and sees Dirty Cop 3 prying on his<br /> safe with a screw driver. Robby appears angry as he<br /> confronts Dirty Cop 3.<br /><br /> ROBBY<br /> Get out of my room you fuck'n<br /> dick! <br /><br /> Dirty Cop 3 appears angry as he stands holding safe and<br /> approaches Robby. Dirty Cop 3 gets face to face with<br /> Robby and yells.<br /><br /> DIRTY COP 3<br /> Fuck you punk!.. Where's your<br /> fuck'n Dad open this safe!<br /><br /> ROBBY<br /> Fuck you dick!.. Get out of my<br /> room!<br /><br /> Dirty Cop 3 throws the safe to the floor then approaches<br /> Robby grabbing him throwing him to the floor. Ex-Wife can<br /> be seen holding the entrance door smiling. Joanie appears<br /> angry.<br /><br /> JOANIE<br /> Get off my brother asshole!<br /><br /> Dirty Cop 3 removes his revolver and aims it to Robby's<br /> face. Robby appears angry and unafraid.<br /><br /> ROBBY<br /> Shoot me you dirty bitch!.. You<br /> dirty fuck'n bitch mother fucker!<br /><br /> Joanie appears fearful.<br /><br /> JOANIE<br /> Don't Robby!.. He's fuck'n<br /> crazy!.. Dirty fuck'n scum will<br /> kill you!<br /><br /> DIRTY COP 3<br /> Where's your fuck'n dad?<br /><br /> Robby stares straight down the barrel of gun and smiles.<br /><br /> ROBBY<br /> Fuck off slime bag dirty bitch!..<br /> Get out of my room!-<br /><br /> Joanie appears fearful then Ex-Wife enters the room<br /> smiling as she observes Dirty Cop 3 aiming the gun at<br /> Robby. She then yells in a scolding manner at Robby.<br /><br /> EX-WIFE<br /> What are you doing now Robby!..<br /> Told you!.. You don't listen!..<br /> Cops can come in anytime!<br /><br /> Dirty Cop 3 lowers his gun as he smiles to Ex-Wife. Ex<br /> Wife returns the smile. Joanie appears shocked by her <br /> mother's betrayal. Robby appears overwhelmed.<br /><br /> ROBBY<br /> But mom!<br /><br /> Dirty Cop 3 smiles as he stands aside Ex-Wife. Ex-Wife<br /> then screams in an angry nasty manner at Robby and<br /> Joanie.<br /><br /> EX-WIFE<br /> Shut up Robby!.. Clean this fuck'n<br /> mess up!.. You help Joanie!<br /><br /> Dirty Cop 3 squeezes the ass of Ex-wife as they smile to<br /> one another. Then Ex-wife screams again at Robby and<br /> Joanie.<br /><br /> EX-WIFE (CONT'D)<br /> Now!<br /><br /> Robby and Joanie stare saddened and belittled to one<br /> another. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <span style="color: blue;"><b><u>79 EXT. MARRIOT (SOUTH BEACH, MIAMI) - MORNING 79</u></b></span></pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ral5v5_50xQ/UbIGz8WwLqI/AAAAAAAAInY/lnNHe7G6vSI/s1600/South+Beach+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="358" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ral5v5_50xQ/UbIGz8WwLqI/AAAAAAAAInY/lnNHe7G6vSI/s640/South+Beach+1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre></pre><pre> Hammer exits hotel and questions Bellhop 1.<br /><br /> HAMMER<br /> Have you seen a middle age man?..<br /> On a red motorcycle?.. Last couple<br /> days.<br /><br /> BELLHOP 1 <br /> Out of Kentucky?<br /><br /> Hammer smiles.<br /><br /> HAMMER<br /> Yea... Twenty in it for you...<br /> Tell me where he went.<br /><br /> Bellhop 1 speaks to Bellhop 2.<br /><br /> BELLHOP 1<br /> This man would like to know where<br /> that guy on the red motorcycle<br /> went. <br /><br /> Bellhop 2 dances around Hammer. <br /><br /> BELLHOP 2<br /> Our man Skeeter?.. Cool dude!..<br /> Who wants to know!<br /><br /> Hammer speaks in a boastful manner.<br /><br /> HAMMER<br /> I am with the mob... Private<br /> Investigator Hammer. <br /><br /> Both Bellhops laugh in disbelief then Bellhop 2 points<br /> left.<br /><br /> BELLHOP 2<br /> Skeeter went that way!<br /><br /> Bellhop 1 points right.<br /><br /> BELLHOP 1<br /> Went that way!<br /><br /> Bellhop 2 speaks to Hammer.<br /><br /> BELLHOP 2<br /> Up your ass righteous dude!<br /><br /> Bellhop 1 holds his ass and begins hopping around Hammer.<br /><br /> HAMMER<br /> Fuck'n punks!<br /><br /> BELLHOP 1<br /> Time for you to leave dude!<br /><br /> BELLHOP 2<br /> Before we call the F.. B. I. <br /><br /> Bellhop 1 points left as Bellhop 2 points right then both<br /> laugh.<br /><br /><br /><br /> <span style="color: blue;"><b><u>80 EXT. OHIO RIVER - NIGHT 80</u></b></span><br /><br /> The sound of a boat engine can heard traveling slowly in<br /> the dark waters of the Ohio River. Steep hillsides give<br /> stealth to the travel. Navigation lights seem to pierce<br /> through the foggy haze as the stern light glows upon a<br /> rear deck of five gallon plastic containers. Inside is<br /> lit displaying bales of marijuana floor to ceiling then<br /> all suddenly disappears into a foggy blackness.<br /><br /><br /><br /> <span style="color: blue;"><b><u>81 EXT. ATLANTIC BEACH - NIGHT 81<br /></u></b></span><br /> Skeeter sits on an old wooden beach chair at the water's<br /> edge smoking a cigarette. He stares to a calm moonlit<br /> ocean. The beat of Spanish music radiates from across the<br /> beach at a Tiki Bar of an old hotel. Skeeter appears<br /> curious as he follows the rhythm of the music to the<br /> Christmas lights decorating the bar. A palm tree rattles<br /> as the song "<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oo4OnQpwjkc">Don't Worry</a>", by Bob Marley begins. Skeeter<br /> walks across the dark beach then his smile glows in the<br /> colored lights of the Tiki Bar.</pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nj2NwRovDdA/UbICy4xO1tI/AAAAAAAAIm4/IDU5bBnK-Ro/s1600/Moon+Night+Miami.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="598" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nj2NwRovDdA/UbICy4xO1tI/AAAAAAAAIm4/IDU5bBnK-Ro/s640/Moon+Night+Miami.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre> <span style="color: blue;"><b><u>82 EXT. TIKI BAR - NIGHT 82</u></b></span><br /><br /> Skeeter sits at the Tiki Bar with only a few bar<br /> customers. Richard the bar owner approaches Skeeter from<br /> behind bar.</pre><pre> The song "<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WLlEflbkydE">Summer Wind</a>" by Frank Sinatra can be heard.</pre><pre> RICHARD <br /> Welcome friend!<br /><br /> Richard and Skeeter shake hands. <br /><br /> RICHARD (CONT'D)<br /> What can we do you for?<br /><br /> Skeeter smiles smoking a cigarette.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Corona please.<br /><br /> Richard speaks to bartender Maria .<br /><br /> RICHARD<br /> Maria!.. Corona!<br /><br /> Richard points to Skeeter. Maria smiles.<br /><br /> MARIA<br /> See!<br /><br /> RICHARD<br /> Where are you down from my friend?<br /><br /> Skeeter hesitate.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Kentucky.<br /><br /> RICHARD<br /> Long way from home.<br /><br /> Skeeter nods in agreement. Maria smiles as she dances in<br /> approach holding a corona. As she places the beer on bar <br /> Richard smiles and reminds her as he points to the beer.<br /><br /> RICHARD (CONT'D)<br /> Lime Maria.<br /><br /> Maria smiles in agreement.<br /><br /> MARIA<br /> See!.. See!<br /><br /> RICHARD<br /> Enjoy your evening.<br /><br /> Richard smiles then leaves the bartender area. Maria<br /> dances as she returns then places half of a lemon to top<br /> of Skeeter's corona. Skeeter laughs.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Gracious senorita.<br /><br /> Skeeter lays the lemon to a napkin. Maria smiles as she<br /> stares at Skeeter as he drinks his beer. He return the<br /> smile. The song "<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xAbCxSWhhEw">Stars Fell on Alabama</a>" by Jimmy Buffet<br /> can be heard. Maria dances as she walks to the center of<br /> the bartender area. Skeeter turns on his bar stool and<br /> stares into the darkness of the beach. The sparkle of<br /> waves glisten in the starlight. Maria smiles watching his<br /> peaceful meditation.<br /></pre><pre></pre><pre> <span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Fade to black</b></span></pre><pre><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.kissmyasskentucky.com/2017/10/send-skeeters-ear-mister-hit-man-bank.html"><img border="0" height="75" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-136cQAJn_W4/UbIHpdvWEqI/AAAAAAAAIno/ETP4qwhobNI/s400/Click+for+next+screenplay+section,.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div></div>Steven Jeffrey Cullhttps://plus.google.com/104699146018815840496noreply@blogger.comAlexandria, KY 41001, USA38.9595078 -84.38799460000001338.8607288 -84.549356100000011 39.0582868 -84.226633100000015tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522246270076708311.post-7900714503609243722017-10-30T13:52:00.000-07:002017-11-21T16:07:50.730-08:00Send Skeeter's Ear Mister Hit Man. Bank Will Forward Payment from our Dope Airport Conspiracy Funds<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><pre><b style="color: blue; font-size: xx-large;"><b style="color: #cc0000; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: normal;"><u><i>Screenplay Series Currently Under Rewrite.</i></u></b></b></pre><pre><b style="color: blue; font-size: xx-large;"><br /></b></pre><pre><b style="color: blue; font-size: xx-large;"><u>Chapter I</u></b></pre><pre><b style="color: blue; font-size: xx-large;">Scene 83 -90</b><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEvlFPzMYRM/UbIpFKkSkfI/AAAAAAAAIn4/-gDZHhtLZLU/s1600/Everglades+Night,.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEvlFPzMYRM/UbIpFKkSkfI/AAAAAAAAIn4/-gDZHhtLZLU/s640/Everglades+Night,.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><pre></pre><span style="color: blue;"><b><u>Future Site of Dope Airport</u></b></span>by Steven Jeffrey Cull Copyright PAu 3-373-868 Feb. 11, 2009 Copyright Revision June 5, 2013</pre><pre></pre><pre> </pre><pre> <span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Fade in</b></span></pre><pre></pre><pre><b style="color: blue;"><br /></b></pre><pre><b style="color: blue;">83 EXT. EVERGLADES - NIGHT 83</b></pre><pre> Audience questions whether Mob? FBI? Drug Dealers?<br /> Audience questions whether the Hooded Man is Skeeter.<br /><br /> The loud call of an alligator is heard followed by the<br /> sounds of insects in the Everglades. Air boat flood<br /> lights appear in the distance. Suddenly the loud roar of<br /> the air boat is heard as it approaches quickly through a<br /> narrow grassy channel. As boat passes the loud howling<br /> (Wolf) of the captain (Swamp Rat) can be heard as his<br /> silhouette howls against a black starlight night. Four<br /> men wearing black shirts stand in the boat. Black Shirt 3<br /> and 4 hold shot guns as Black Shirt 1 yells.<br /><br /> BLACK SHIRT 1<br /> Swamp Rat!<br /><br /> Black Shirt 1 points directing the captain to a small<br /> land area with a few trees.<br /><br /> BLACK SHIRT 1 (CONT'D)<br /> Over there!<br /><br /> A man (Hooded Man) with his head covered in a pillow slip<br /> lay hog tied at the bottom of boat. Black Shirt 2 kicks<br /> Hooded Man. Hooded Man moans then struggles to get free.<br /> Black Shirt 2 yells as he again kicks Hooded Man.<br /><br /> BLACK SHIRT 2<br /> Ready asshole!.. Dinner time!..<br /> Gators look hungry!<br /><br /> Captain Swamp Rat shuts down the engine and the airboat<br /> quietly slides though the water grasses to shore.<br /> The hum of insects fills the air as Swat Rat flips a<br /> switch turning off the lights. Stars alone light the<br /> quiet darkness then an angry yell is heard.<br /><br /> BLACK SHIRT 1<br /> Swamp Rat!.. Turn those fuck'n<br /> lights on!<br /><br /><br /><br /> <span style="color: blue;"><b>84 EXT. TIKI BAR - NIGHT 84</b></span><br /> Maria is from Colombia, South America and knows very<br /> little English at this time.</pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-blF_xSjN0X0/Ua_IvX5Aa9I/AAAAAAAAIlQ/MTKsCE7xYy4/s1600/622554-R1-006-1A_3_0082.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-blF_xSjN0X0/Ua_IvX5Aa9I/AAAAAAAAIlQ/MTKsCE7xYy4/s640/622554-R1-006-1A_3_0082.jpg" width="593" /></a></div><pre> </pre><pre> Skeeter sits at bar smiling as he observes a small cave<br /> man-like individual dancing cave-man style among others.<br /> All dance wildly enjoying the night. Oddly, a tall<br /> Jamaican man, sings "Buffalo Soldier" at a Karaoke system<br /> under a small portable tent. Maria bartends. She smiles<br /> carrying a Corona as she approaches Skeeter. Henry at<br /> karaoke announces. <br /><br /> HENRY<br /> Now its time for our feature<br /> presentation... Maria... Cooler...<br /> You ready?<br /><br /> Maria smiles to Skeeter then steps onto a cooler at the<br /> center of the bartender area. She raises her arms and<br /> dances Columbian style in a complete revolution. Bar<br /> patrons applaud and whistle.<br /><br /> HENRY (CONT'D)<br /> We dedicate this song to Maria...<br /> Because we love her... We present<br /> Maria with "The Big Bamboo".<br /><br /> Maria smiles with her arms raised as the song "<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NQ1xn_Cr-fo">Big Bamboo</a>" begins. She dances atop the cooler. Cheers and<br /> applauding is heard as Skeeter laughs in amazement. The<br /> song concludes.<br /><br /> HENRY (CONT'D)<br /> (VO)<br /> Let's hear it for Maria.<br /><br /> Customers cheer and applaud loudly.<br /><br /> HENRY (CONT'D)<br /> (VO)<br /> Maria is our Colombian<br /> firecracker.<br /><br /> Maria smiles a big friendly smile.<br /><br /><br /><br /> <span style="color: blue;"><b>85 EXT. EVERGLADES - NIGHT 85</b></span><br /><br /> The sound of insects can be heard as they swarm the</pre><pre> lights of the air-boat. Black Shirt 1 points to the shore<br /> as he speaks to Black Shirt 3.</pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k3thwtSM42Y/Ua_HEe-GmDI/AAAAAAAAIk8/zbRVRFUDTX8/s1600/Alligator.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="427" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k3thwtSM42Y/Ua_HEe-GmDI/AAAAAAAAIk8/zbRVRFUDTX8/s640/Alligator.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre></pre><pre> </pre><pre> BLACK SHIRT 1<br /> Check it out... Check for gators!<br /><br /> Black Shirt 3 holds the shotgun ready as he inspects the<br /> area.<br /><br /> BLACK SHIRT 3<br /> All good boss!.. No gators!<br /><br /> The four black shirt men carry hog tied Hooded Man to<br /> shore. They drop him belly first to the ground. He moans<br /> in pain as Black Shirt 1 cuts the tie ropes. Hooded Man<br /> attempts to remove the hood as Black Shirt 1 hits him<br /> across the head.<br /><br /> BLACK SHIRT 1<br /> Leave it on Bitch!<br /><br /> Black shirt 1 motions to Black shirt 4 to fire his<br /> shotgun into air. A loud blast is heard then Black Shirt<br /> 1 speaks to Hooded Man.<br /><br /> BLACK SHIRT 1 (CONT'D)<br /> Listen asshole!.. You pissed off<br /> my boss!.. You were told to stay<br /> out of their business!<br /><br /> Black Shirt 1 kicks Hooded Man in his side. Hooded Man<br /> moans then Black Shirt 1 motions to Black Shirt 3 to dump<br /> a container of blood atop Hooded Man. <br /><br /> BLACK SHIRT 3<br /> Blood boy!.. Gators love blood! <br /><br /> Black Shirt 3 slowly dumps the blood over Hooded Man as<br /> Black Shirt speaks in a forceful manner to him. <br /><br /> BLACK SHIRT 1<br /> You have two options!.. Option<br /> one... We feed you to the<br /> gators... Or option two... You<br /> follow orders exactly!<br /><br /> Black Shirt 1 hits Hooded man in the head.<br /><br /> BLACK SHIRT 1 (CONT'D)<br /> What's your choice bitch?.. Option<br /> one or option two?<br /><br /> Hooded Man (gagged) mumbles a response. Black Shirt 3 acts<br /> like he is listening.<br /><br /> BLACK SHIRT 3<br /> Said gator boss!.. Heard him!..<br /> Swear!<br /><br /> Swamp Rat sits at helm of air-boat and laughs loudly.<br /><br /> SWAMP RAT<br /> That's what I heard too boss!..<br /> Gator shit boss!<br /><br /> </pre><pre> <span style="color: blue;"><b>86 EXT. TIKI BAR - NIGHT 86</b></span><br /></pre><pre><pre> Their are few customers remaining as the bar approaches<br /> closing time. Skeeter sits alone drinking a Corona.<br /> Bartender Maria smiles then dances towards Skeeter<br /> carrying another corona. He gives her a big smile. She<br /> stands silent staring at him with a great smile then<br /> blurts out. </pre></pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vDGJNUAoQ3g/Ua_arYl_KRI/AAAAAAAAIls/9tfTInQUYj4/s1600/622554-R1-039-18_095.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="432" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vDGJNUAoQ3g/Ua_arYl_KRI/AAAAAAAAIls/9tfTInQUYj4/s640/622554-R1-039-18_095.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre></pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><pre></pre><pre> </pre><pre> MARIA<br /> Beautiful eyes!<br /><br /> Skeeter smiles. Maria stares smiling expecting a<br /> response. <br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Thank you Maria.<br /><br /> Skeeter points to Maria.<br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> Beautiful smile my lady.<br /><br /> Maria does not comprehend but smiles as she stares to him<br /> then suddenly turns and dances to the other end of bar.</pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><pre> <span style="color: blue;"><b>87 EXT. EVERGLADES - NIGHT 87</b></span><br /><br /> Hooded Man sits as Black Shirt 1 removes the hood<br /> displaying the terrified look on Hammer's face. He<br /> struggles to speak though his duct tape gag. Black Shirt<br /> 2 rips the duct tape from his mouth and Hammer <br /> immediately yells.<br /><br /> HAMMER<br /> Two!.. Option two!<br /><br /> Hammer looks to his captors in fear one then the other.<br /><br /> HAMMER (CONT'D)<br /> Whatever you want!.. I'll do it!..<br /> Yes sir!<br /><br /> Black Shirt 1 approaches Hammer.<br /><br /> BLACK SHIRT 1<br /> You will make a phone call for us<br /> understood?<br /><br /> HAMMER<br /> Yes sir yes sir!<br /><br /> BLACK SHIRT 1<br /> You shall say exactly as it is<br /> written.. Understand Asshole?<br /><br /> Black Shirt 1 hands Hammer a note pad to read from.<br /><br /> BLACK SHIRT 1 (CONT'D)<br /> Study it!.. One wrong word.</pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xIktz52QLP0/Ua_Ky0nemSI/AAAAAAAAIlc/i_-3p7yTSuQ/s1600/Everglades+Night+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="425" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xIktz52QLP0/Ua_Ky0nemSI/AAAAAAAAIlc/i_-3p7yTSuQ/s640/Everglades+Night+2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre></pre><pre> </pre><pre> Hammer nods nervously "Yes" and begins reading. A large<br /> alligator swims along side the airboat and Swamp Rat<br /> throws it a piece of meat. The alligator immediately<br /> devours it while thrashing the waters.<br /><br /> BLACK SHIRT 1 (CONT'D)<br /> Quit feeding gators Swamp Rat!<br /><br /> Swamp Rat appears confused.<br /><br /> BLACK SHIRT 1 (CONT'D)<br /> We still may need to feed Hammer<br /> to em.<br /><br /> Hammer appears in fear as Swamp Rat smiles.<br /><br /> SWAMP RAT<br /> Gator shit boss! <br /><br /> The Everglades are heard as Black Shirt 1 motions to<br /> Black Shirt 3.<br /><br /> BLACK SHIRT 1<br /> Bring satellite phone.<br /><br /> Black Shirt 3 carries a satellite phone to Black Shirt 1.<br /> Black Shirt 3 and 4 aim shotguns to Hammer"s head. Black<br /> Shirt 1 leans down to Hammer and points to the note pad.<br /><br /> BLACK SHIRT 1 (CONT'D)<br /> Got it?.. No mistakes bitch!<br /><br /> Black Shirt 1 hands the phone microphone to Hammer. The<br /> sound of the phone ringing can be heard.<br /><br /> SECRETARY 1<br /> (V.O.)<br /> How may I direct your call?<br /><br /> Hammer reads from note pad.<br /><br /> HAMMER<br /> Bank President Vanhorn.<br /><br /> Hammer looks to Black Shirt 1 for approval. Black Shirt 1<br /> nods "yes".<br /><br /> SECRETARY 1<br /> (V.O.)<br /> Who may I say is calling sir?<br /><br /> Hammer hesitates then Black Shirt 1 points to Hammer.<br /><br /> HAMMER<br /> Hammer... P. I. Hammer... Tampa<br /> Florida.<br /><br /> SECRETARY 1<br /> (V.O.)<br /> One minute sir.<br /><br /> Black Shirt 1 speaks to Hammer.<br /><br /> BLACK SHIRT 1<br /> Be the cocky bastard you are!<br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> (V.O.)<br /> President Vanhorn.<br /><br /> HAMMER<br /> Hammer... P. I. Hammer. <br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> Been waiting for your call Mister<br /> Hammer... Got any news?<br /><br /> Hammer studies the note pad.<br /><br /> HAMMER<br /> Yes sir... Message is for The Cake<br /> Club of Campbell County Kentucky.<br /><br /> Vanhorn sounds excited.<br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> (V.O.)<br /> Yes sir!.. I represent The Cake<br /> Club in this matter.<br /><br /> Hammer speaks in loud forceful manner.<br /><br /> HAMMER<br /> Skeeter has been eliminated.<br /><br /> There is quiet as Hammer looks to Black shirt 1 then<br /> Vanhorn responds with excitement.<br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> (V.O.)<br /> Skeeter is dead?<br /><br /> Black Shirt 1 points to the note pad.<br /><br /> HAMMER<br /> I repeat!.. Skeeter has been<br /> eliminated.<br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> (V.O.)<br /> Are you sure Skeeter is dead?<br /><br /> Hammer appears confused and irritated.<br /><br /> HAMMER<br /> Been eliminated... Yes sir.<br /><br /> Hammer studies note pad.<br /><br /> HAMMER (CONT'D)<br /> I will send you Skeeter's ear when<br /> you transfer payment!<br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> (V.O.)<br /> Yes sir... Good news!.. I knew we<br /> would get em one of these times. <br /><br /> Black Shirt 1 disconnects the phone conversation then<br /> Hammer looks up smiling in fear.<br /><br /> HAMMER<br /> Good job right?<br /><br /> Black Shirt 1 nods "yes" in agreement as he motions to<br /> Black Shirt 3 and 4 to lower shotguns.<br /><br /> BLACK SHIRT 1<br /> Collect your thirty thousand<br /> dollar hit fee from the bank<br /> assholes. <br /><br /> Black Shirt 1 nods "Go ahead" to Black Shirt 2 then Black<br /> Shirt 2 quickly approaches from behind displaying a<br /> knife. He cuts off Hammer's ear and displays it to the<br /> others as Hammer holds his bloody head while screaming in<br /> pain.<br /><br /> BLACK SHIRT 1 (CONT'D)<br /> Buy yourself a new rubber ear<br /> bitch and disappear!<br /><br /> Swamp Rat stands and howls like a wolf in the moonlight.<br /> The sound of a distant airboat can be heard then fades to<br /> the peaceful darkness of the swamp. Bright stars dot the<br /> sky as the glow of Miami lights the horizon. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <span style="color: blue;"><b>88 EXT. ALLIGATOR ALLEY (I-75 N) - MORNING 88</b></span><br /><br /> A loud long horn blast is heard as a tractor trailer<br /> quickly forces Horsemen 1 riding a motorcycle to crash<br /> into the swampy waters of the Everglades. Tractor Trailer<br /> Driver 1 grabs the CB Radio microphone.<br /><br /><br /><br /> <span style="color: blue;"><b>89 EXT. TIKI BAR - NIGHT 89</b></span></pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-09SuzcSwe68/Ua_bBG7Ux8I/AAAAAAAAIl0/Wy3I16a5Hbo/s1600/Beach,+Moon,+Night,.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="478" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-09SuzcSwe68/Ua_bBG7Ux8I/AAAAAAAAIl0/Wy3I16a5Hbo/s640/Beach,+Moon,+Night,.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre> </pre><pre> The music of "<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DWl13rDuMHA">Brown Eyed Girl</a>" by Jimmy Buffett can be<br /> heard as Marlin dances with a young lady. Oddly dances by<br /> carrying Maria. The dance floor is filled with dancers of<br /> all nationalities, races, ages, sizes and shapes. All are<br /> partying and having a great time Miami style. Richard<br /> bar tends across the bar from Tiki Bob and Skeeter. Tiki<br /> Bob drinks his beer then smiles to Skeeter.<br /><br /> TIKI BOB<br /> Your down here now Skeeter...<br /> Remember what I told you... A<br /> good life is the best revenge.<br /><br /> Skeeter smiles nodding in agreement as Oddly dances by<br /> carrying Maria. She leans to Skeeter and yells.<br /><br /> MARIA<br /> Beautiful eyes!<br /><br /> Skeeter smiles a big friendly smile.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><b>90 EXT. BEACH / ATLANTIC OCEAN /MIAMI - SUNRISE 90</b></span><br /><br /> The quiet sound of waves introduces the song <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gfr-dkEW5x4">"My Way" by Frank Sinatra</a>.</pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c9xW5nuKP7s/Ua-kEzdKkPI/AAAAAAAAIkE/KpLBX1Se2bM/s1600/Sunrise.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="560" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c9xW5nuKP7s/Ua-kEzdKkPI/AAAAAAAAIkE/KpLBX1Se2bM/s640/Sunrise.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><pre></pre><pre></pre><pre> The splendor rays of a sunrise silhouettes Skeeter </pre><pre> sitting naked near the water's edge. He appears</pre><pre> as though worshiping the bright blue glow of the great<br /> Atlantic. A lone fish jumps from waters as dolphins swim<br /> by. Seagulls swarm above him as through surrounding and<br /> protecting. Pelicans soar by circle watching of danger.<br /> Skeeter stands silhouetting his nakedness to God as the<br /> brightness of the sunrise holds him in a surround of<br /> blazing light. He raises his arm's as through gathering<br /> strength from the Almighty. Two ladies approach in<br /> conversation along the beach. They appear unaware of<br /> Skeeter. They pass blocking the view of Skeeter for a<br /> second and as they continue the presence of Skeeter is<br /> gone. Only the brightness of the day remains. Seagulls<br /> swarm as the pelicans circle. A lone fish jumps from<br /> waters as dolphins swim by. The quiet brightness fades to<br /> the pending blackness ahead as a loud crack of thunder<br /> gives strength to the roar of a motorcycle. A loud<br /> hillbilly yell is heard from the dark.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> (VO)<br /> Yea Haw!<br /><br /> <span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>FADE TO BLACK.</b></span><br /></pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.kissmyasskentucky.com/2017/11/we-killed-skeeter-federal-airport-is-go.html"><img border="0" height="60" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qDOiG6k59kQ/Ua-zhhGkpVI/AAAAAAAAIkk/U9OO2kPjnqw/s320/Click+for+next+screenplay+section,.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div></div>Steven Jeffrey Cullhttps://plus.google.com/104699146018815840496noreply@blogger.comEverglades, Florida, USA25.745929 -80.55495610000002724.829987 -81.845849600000022 26.661871 -79.264062600000031tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522246270076708311.post-2424386658494214712017-10-11T08:51:00.000-07:002017-11-15T13:58:48.756-08:00We Killed Skeeter. Federal Airport is a Go. Call Governor. Call Congress. <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><pre><b><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"><u>Screenplay Series is currently in rewrite</u></span></b></pre><pre><b><span style="color: #444444;"><br /></span></b></pre><pre></pre><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7vME9PGVxk0/UI6sU3gcVZI/AAAAAAAADe0/rlCPRrat818/s1600/Houses+Ky+3+046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7vME9PGVxk0/UI6sU3gcVZI/AAAAAAAADe0/rlCPRrat818/s200/Houses+Ky+3+046.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><pre></pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><pre><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b><u>CHAPTER II</u></b></span></pre><pre><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b>Kenny the Killer</b></span></pre><pre>by Steven Jeffrey Cull</pre><pre>Copyright PAu 3-600-848</pre><pre>Effective date of registration: March 11,2012</pre><pre>WGAW 2010 WGAE 2010</pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><pre><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Scene 1 - 16</b></span></pre><pre><span style="font-size: large;"><b>First Draft</b></span> </pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><pre> </pre><pre>FADE IN:<br /><br /><br /><br /> 1 EXT. PIER NIGHTCLUB DECK (MYRTLE BEACH BIKE WEEK) - NIGHT1<br /><br /> A romantic young couple toast at a candle lit table. Her<br /> hair blowing with the ocean breeze. Moonlit sparkles of<br /> ocean waves dance to pier as fishermen cast to waters. <br /> Sinatra music fills the air. The distant sound of<br /> motorcycles is heard progressing increasing overpowering<br /> all music to a deafening roar. Through glass doors the<br /> back of Skeeter sits at bar observes young couple dances<br /> atop bar. Sound of Country music progresses as roar of<br /> motorcycle subsides.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 2 INT. NIGHTCLUB BAR AREA (MYRTLE BEACH) - NIGHT 2<br /><br /> A young drunk couple dressed in motorcycle apparel dance<br /> atop bar to country music. Bar patrons clap and yell with<br /> approval. Bartender serves customers as though all was<br /> normal. Dancing Man spins lady. He slips off bar lands<br /> atop his buddy as they together fall both laughing to<br /> floor. Bar patrons look on with concern as both rise<br /> laughing. Dancing man leaps to bar top continues dancing<br /> with his lady. Customers laugh as they applaud. Skeeter<br /> smiles as he drinks a Corona.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 3 EXT. BEACH (MYRTLE BEACH) - NOON 3<br /><br /> Skeeter stands holding his motorcycle helmet as he stares<br /> across beach to a bright sunny Atlantic. A young lady<br /> wears a skimpy bikini spins with her arms extended as she<br /> feeds the seagulls. Skeeter smokes cigarette knowing this<br /> may be his last sight of God's great oceans.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 4 EXT. STREET (MYRTLE BEACH) BIKER WEEK - NOON 4<br /> Suzy: Red 2000 Suzuki 800 Intruder; Leather Saddle Bags<br /> and wind shield. Red Helmet with clear face shield.<br /><br /> Skeeter slowly rides motorcycle (Suzy) surrounded by<br /> motorcycles traveling in all directions in a somewhat hap<br /> hazard manner. His motorcycle fully loaded with travel<br /> packs and sleeping bag. Helmet strapped to bike. The roar<br /> of bikes creates a constant thunder varying in intensity<br /> as bikers spin tires and rev engines about all roads.<br /> Sales tent after sales tent. Rough bikers with wild<br /> ladies travel side to side with yuppy bikers and designer<br /> ladies. All dressed in leather head to toe. Chains and<br /> studding the jewelry of the day. Skeeter wears blue<br /> jeans, work boots and bright red Hawaiian shirt as he<br /> rides smiling enjoying the day. <br /><br /><br /><br /> 5 EXT. STREETLIGHT INTERSECTION (MYRTLE BEACH) - NOON. 5<br /><br /> Skeeter slows to stop. He lights a cigarette as a loud<br /> motorcycle pulls to his side. A rough looking man<br /> operates bike as Older Country Lady 1 rides wearing her<br /> fancy horse lady hat tied in a bow about her neck. Her<br /> hands to her hips as they slow to a stop. As the light<br /> changes to green slowly Older Country Lady 1 turns to<br /> Skeeter. She smiles as she slowly licks her lips. They<br /> quickly accelerate forward as Skeeter smiles. <br /><br /><br /><br /> 6 EXT. N.C. STATE ROUTE 17 NORTH - AFTERNOON 6<br /> Display: Based on a True Story<br /> Display: Biker Week, Myrtle Beach<br /> Spring 2003<br /><br /> Skeeter rides motorcycle passing a sunlit sign "Welcome<br /> To North Carolina. <br /><br /><br /><br /> 7 INT. BANK RECEPTIONIST COUNTER, KY - AFTERNOON 7<br /><br /> Two Bank Teller Ladies lean to receptionist counter as<br /> Linda smiles as she displays a postcard of young lady in<br /> skimpy bikini.<br /><br /> LINDA<br /> From Skeeter. <br /><br /> Linda giggles as she reads back of postcard.<br /><br /> LINDA (CONT'D)<br /> Went swimming in the moonlit ocean<br /> last night... Butt Ass Naked.<br /><br /> Bank teller ladies giggle in amazement. Linda laughs.<br /><br /> LINDA (CONT'D)<br /> He says... Wish you were there!<br /><br /> Bank Teller Ladies look to one another. <br /><br /> BANK TELLER LADY 1<br /> I'm ready!<br /><br /> All laugh. Linda displays back of postcard to Bank Teller<br /> Ladies as bank president Vanhorn enters through entrance<br /> door. Two Bank Teller Ladies quickly walk from<br /> receptionist counter as Linda raises a small box from<br /> counter motioning to Vanhorn.<br /><br /> LINDA<br /> Mr. Vanhorn... This delivery is<br /> addressed to you personally.<br /><br /> As Linda hands box to Vanhorn he lightly shakes box to<br /> his ear as though listening... Vanhorn smiles evil smile<br /> as he speaks softly to box. <br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> You in there Skeeter?<br /><br /> Linda appears confused as Vanhorn walks towards his<br /> office.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 8 INT. VANHORN'S OFFICE AT BANK - AFTERNOON 8<br /><br /> Vanhorn sits at his desk unwraps box removing a sealed<br /> glass jar filled with liquid. As Vanhorn raises the jar a<br /> human ear submerged within the fluid appears. Vanhorn<br /> smiles an evil smile setting jar to table. Excited<br /> Vanhorn makes a phone call.<br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> Airport is a go!.. Skeeter's ear<br /> has arrived!.. Call the Governor!<br /><br /><br /><br /> 9 EXT. SCHOOL BUS, KY - AFTERNOON 9<br /><br /> School bus door opens. Robby and Joanie laugh as they<br /> exit to their residence. A funeral precession passes in<br /> opposite direction as Bus Driver 1 listens to radio.<br /><br /> BUS RADIO<br /> (VO)<br /> Bus 31... Bus 31... Over.<br /><br /> Bus driver 1 grabs microphone.<br /><br /> BUS DRIVER 1<br /> (VO)<br /> Bus 31... Over.<br /><br /> Robby looks in mail box as he hears bus radio.<br /><br /> BUS RADIO<br /> Your package drop off... Realtor<br /> One... Insurance One <br /><br /> Robby removes mail and begins sorting it. Robby<br /> disappointed nods "no" to Joanie.<br /><br /> ROBBY<br /> No postcards today Joanie!<br /><br /><br /><br /> 10 EXT./INT. ROBBY-JOANIE RESIDENCE - AFTERNOON 10<br /><br /> Robby opens door as phone rings. He runs answers phone.<br /><br /> ROBBY<br /> Hello.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 11 INT. REAL ESTATE OFFICE, KY - AFTERNOON 11<br /><br /> Ex-wife and Casson-L smile evil smiles as Casson-L speaks<br /> on phone<br /><br /> CASSON-L<br /> Robby!.. Your mom home?<br /><br /> ROBBY<br /> (VO)<br /> No.<br /><br /> Casson-L smiles an evil smile to Ex-Wife. She then laughs<br /> as she speaks.<br /><br /> CASSON-L<br /> Heard your father committed<br /> suicide in Miami.<br /><br /> Casson-L hangs up phone. Her and Ex-Wife laugh.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 12 INT. ROBBY-JOANIE RESIDENCE - AFTERNOON 12<br /><br /> Robby stunned turns to Joanie.<br /><br /> ROBBY<br /> Some bitch said dad was dead...<br /> Said dad committed suicide.<br /><br /> Both look to one another overwhelmed... Joanie denies in<br /> anger.<br /><br /> JOANIE<br /> Dad would never commit suicide!..<br /> That's a fuck'n lie! <br /><br /> Robby angered agrees.<br /><br /> ROBBY<br /> Your right!.. Dad ain't dead!..<br /> Psycho crack bitches!<br /><br /><br /><br /> 13 EXT. CEDAR ISLAND FERRY (N. CAROLINA) - EVENING 13<br /><br /> Skeeter leans against motorcycle with a group of bikers<br /> at corner of Ferry boat as it navigates waters towards<br /> Cape Hatteras. Sunlight dances with the storm clouds as<br /> the Ferry Boat wake churns the salt air. Skeeter lights<br /> cigarette as he makes a cellphone call.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Hi Joanie.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 14 INT. ROBBY-JOANIE RESIDENCE - AFTERNOON 14<br /><br /> Joanie excited yells to Robby.<br /><br /> JOANIE<br /> Dad!<br /><br /> Joanie excited yells to Robby<br /><br /> JOANIE (CONT'D)<br /> Told you Rob!<br /><br /> Robby smiles.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 15 EXT. SKEETER'S FARM (BARN AREA) - MORNING 15<br /><br /> Skeeter stands at horse fence observes three men corral<br /> and load cattle to truck. Cattle ball as they resist <br /> their containment. Skeeter answers cellphone.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Hello.<br /><br /> GARY<br /> (V.O.)<br /> Hello Skeeter... This is Gary...<br /> Gary with the Federal DEA.<br /><br /> Skeeter smiles.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Hey dude.<br /><br /> GARY<br /> (V.O.)<br /> Where are you at right now<br /> Skeeter?<br /><br /> Skeeter responds.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> On my farm... Campbell County...<br /> At the barn.<br /><br /> Gary interrupts.<br /><br /> GARY<br /> (V.O.)<br /> Hold on.<br /><br /> Skeeter walks to front of Ford Ranger stands observes<br /> cattle loading.<br /><br /> GARY (CONT'D)<br /> (V.O.)<br /> O. K. Skeeter... You there?<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> I'm here... How you been?.. What's<br /> it been?.. Twenty years? <br /><br /> Skeeter walks towards horse fence. <br /><br /> GARY<br /> (V.O.)<br /> Something like that... First I<br /> would like to apologize for not<br /> getting back to you sooner...<br /> We had to check you out... Your<br /> allegations.<br /><br /> Skeeter agrees as he leans his back to horse fence.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> I understand.<br /><br /> GARY<br /> (V.O.)<br /> The local law says there is no<br /> heroin in Campbell County... They<br /> say your crazy.<br /><br /> Skeeter angered speaks loudly as he walks from fence. A<br /> lone cow escapes the loading process.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Fuck them... What do you think<br /> they'd say?<br /><br /> Skeeter cam pleas for help.<br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> Gary your my last chance.<br /><br /> GARY<br /> (V.O.)<br /> We're ready... Ready to meet...<br /> How do you want to do this?<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> How bout Perkin's Pancake...<br /> Highlands Heights.<br /><br /> Cattle ball as Cattle truck pulls along side Skeeter.<br /> Passenger Terry M smiles to Skeeter.<br /><br /> TERRY M<br /> Got em all... Twenty five... Give<br /> em a good home.<br /><br /> Skeeter questions Terry M.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> We even now?.. My cattle settle<br /> debt?<br /><br /> Terry M nods in agreement.<br /><br /> TERRY M<br /> We're good... Appreciate you<br /> coming through... Know your bad<br /> off... Got my respect! <br /><br /> Skeeter smiles to Terry M as cattle truck drives away.<br /> Skeeter saddened looks to pastures. Display: Northern<br /> Kentucky, Fall 2001. A herd of deer run through distant<br /> pasture along tree line as a gun shot is herd. Deer leap<br /> fence as they escape death. Skeeter smiles.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 16 EXT. PERKINS PANCAKE (HIGHLANDS HEIGHT KY) - MORNING 16<br /><br /> Display scene aerial that audience might follow scene<br /> breaks. <br /><br /> <span style="font-size: large;"><b><a href="http://www.kissmyasskentucky.com/2017/11/my-money-is-financing-heroin-major.html">Click to Scene 17 - 18</a></b></span></pre></div>Steven Jeffrey Cullhttps://plus.google.com/104699146018815840496noreply@blogger.comCincinnati, OH, USA39.1031182 -84.51201960000003138.906058699999996 -84.834743100000026 39.3001777 -84.189296100000035tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522246270076708311.post-23971170500976562282017-10-10T09:06:00.000-07:002017-11-15T13:59:31.051-08:00My Money is Financing Heroin. A Major Heroin Network in Northern Kentucky and Cincinnati.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"><u>Screenplay Series Currently in Rewrite</u></span><br /><pre><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></pre><pre><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b><u>CHAPTER II</u></b></span></pre><pre><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b>Kenny the Killer</b></span></pre><pre>by Steven Jeffrey Cull</pre><pre>Copyright 2012 WGAW 2010 WGAE 2010</pre><pre></pre><pre><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Scene 17 - 18</b></span></pre><pre><span style="font-size: large;"><b>First Draft</b></span></pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><pre>17 EXT. PERKINS PANCAKE COVERED ENTRANCE PORCH - MORNING 17<br /><br /> Skeeter drinks coffee next to brick pillar at entrance<br /> walkway. He lights a cigarette as he checks his watch. A<br /> white car stops at parking area as two men exit rear<br /> doors. One man speaks on cellphone as other carries a<br /> folded newspaper about his hand. Each walk to opposite<br /> ends of entrance area. Skeeter's cell phone rings. <br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Hello.<br /><br /> GARY<br /> (V.O.)<br /> Skeeter... This is Gary... Hold<br /> on.<br /><br /> Skeeter observes as cover man speaks inaudible on<br /> cellphone.<br /><br /> GARY (CONT'D)<br /> (V.O.)<br /> Where you at?<br /><br /> Skeeter responds.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Perkin's Pancake.<br /><br /> GARY<br /> (VO)<br /> Skeeter... I'm back in the<br /> college... Be there in five... ten<br /> minutes... Call you when I get<br /> closer.<br /><br /> Skeeter observes as cover man speaks inaudible on<br /> cellphone. A homeless (Undercover) man pushes shopping<br /> cart to entrance. He begins removing cigarette butts from<br /> ash tray as two young executives approach. One executive<br /> kicks the homeless man's shopping cart.<br /><br /> YOUNG EXECUTIVE MAN<br /> Get your crap out of my way old<br /> man!<br /><br /> Other young executive laughs as homeless man stares to<br /> young executives.<br /><br /> CELLPHONE UNDERCOVER<br /> Leave the old timer alone.<br /><br /> Young executive angered by comment slams cart to brick<br /> column exposing the barrel of a shotgun to Skeeter. Young<br /> executives laugh as they enter restaurant. Homeless man<br /> walks to cart covers barrel of shotgun. He smiles as he<br /> speaks to Skeeter. <br /><br /> HOMELESS UNDERCOVER<br /> I'm a Vietnam Vet.<br /><br /> Skeeter smile.<br /><br /> HOMELESS UNDERCOVER (CONT'D)<br /> Have a spare cigarette sir?<br /><br /> Skeeter hands four cigarettes to homeless man. Skeeter's<br /> cellphone rings. <br /><br /> GARY<br /> Skeeter... Be there shortly.<br /><br /> HOMELESS UNDERCOVER<br /> (V.O.)<br /> Thank you sir... God bless.<br /><br /> Skeeter nods "Your welcome".<br /><br /> GARY<br /> (V.O.)<br /> Who was that?<br /><br /> Skeeter explains.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Some old dude wanted a cigarette.<br /><br /> Quickly a white car pulls to Skeeter. Window rolls down.<br /> Gary greets Skeeter with a big smiles.<br /><br /> GARY<br /> How you want to do this Skeeter?..<br /> Inside or in my car?<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Car sounds good.<br /><br /> GARY<br /> Hop in.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 18 INT. GARY'S CAR (PERKIN'S PANCAKE) - MORNING 18<br /><br /> Gary converses on cellphone as Skeeter sits observing<br /> four cellphone on rack at dash.<br /><br /> GARY<br /> Affirmative.<br /><br /> Second cellphone rings. Gary answers second cell phone<br /> converses to both phones. <br /><br /> GARY (CONT'D)<br /> O. K.... Hang tight... Be alert...<br /> We don't know what we have here.<br /><br /> Gary smiles.<br /><br /> GARY (CONT'D)<br /> Good to see you Skeeter.<br /><br /> Gary points to cell phone on dash.<br /><br /> GARY (CONT'D)<br /> Others in the DEA are listening...<br /> Is that O. K.?.. <br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> (V.O.)<br /> Alright with me.<br /><br /> Skeeter smiles.<br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> Long time... Where the hell you've<br /> been?.. Heard Israel. <br /><br /> Gary nods "no" as he explains.<br /><br /> GARY<br /> Was in Turkey... For ten long<br /> years... Me and my family... Lived<br /> in a U.S. Military compound... I<br /> was working but it sucked... Damn<br /> glad I'm home.<br /><br /> Skeeter questions. <br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Heard you put some real bad guys<br /> away in Covington. <br /><br /> Gary speaks boastfully.<br /><br /> GARY<br /> Wasn't Covington... It was the<br /> Detroit sting... Corruption...<br /> Drugs... After that... My<br /> superiors felt it best<br /> disappear... Ten fuck'n years...<br /><br /> Cellphone rings. <br /><br /> GARY (CONT'D)<br /> All clear?.. Come on in.<br /><br /> Gary places cellphone in support.<br /><br /> GARY (CONT'D)<br /> We want to understand what's going<br /> on around here.<br /><br /> A dark Ford explorer with tinted windows parks next to<br /> Gary's car.<br /><br /> GARY (CONT'D)<br /> Skeeter if you would repeat what<br /> you told me over the phone.<br /><br /> Skeeter pauses as he gathers his thoughts. <br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> To start... My money is funding a<br /> major heroin drug network in<br /> Campbell County... They embezzle<br /> my money!... Bank allows it!..<br /> Drug dealers!.. Dope heads!.. Iron<br /> Horsemen!.. Every criminal in<br /> Northern Kentucky has access to<br /> my accounts!<br /><br /> Gary summarizes as he questions Skeeter.<br /><br /> GARY<br /> Let me get this correct... You are<br /> saying... The bank... Officers and<br /> employees of the bank... Are<br /> conspiring with drug dealers...<br /> Embezzling money from your<br /> accounts... Funding their drug<br /> purchases... Is this correct?<br /><br /> Skeeter confident responds.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Yes sir... Add a few directors and<br /> stockholders!<br /><br /> Gary informs Skeeter.<br /><br /> GARY<br /> Did you know drug trafficking and<br /> terrorism are considered one of<br /> the same?.. Since 9/11?<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> (VO)<br /> No.<br /><br /> Skeeter continues.<br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> Iron Horsemen transport it to a<br /> transmission shop in Hebron...<br /> From there the heroin is<br /> distributed to local county drug<br /> dealers.<br /><br /> Gary prompts Skeeter.<br /><br /> GARY<br /> Tell us what you told me about the<br /> school computers.<br /><br /> Skeeter explains.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Employees use school computers...<br /> Something called e-mail to<br /> distribute the drugs... Whole<br /> fuck'n County in on it... School<br /> bus drivers... Churches... Hell<br /> even fast food restaurants.<br /><br /> Cellphone rings.<br /><br /> GARY<br /> Excuse me Skeeter.<br /><br /> Gary answers cellphone. Gary listens.<br /><br /> GARY (CONT'D)<br /> Yes sir.<br /><br /> Gary places cellphone in support. He smiles.<br /><br /> GARY (CONT'D)<br /> Skeeter... We want it all... What<br /> you know... What you think. <br /><br /> Skeeter reluctant.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> The laws is in on it... Cops run<br /> the "Protection".<br /><br /> Gary informs. <br /><br /> GARY<br /> We do not protect dirty law<br /> enforcement... Dirty cops make us<br /> all look bad... We especially want<br /> them.<br /><br /> Skeeter explains.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> They're the worst... Can't even<br /> defend my life... That's why I<br /> came to you.<br /><br /> Gary reassures Skeeter<br /><br /> GARY<br /> Know what your up against... I've<br /> been there... It's a fucked up<br /> place to be.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Dope heads and cops drugged me!..<br /> Something called Special K...<br /> Tried to fry my brain!<br /><br /> Loud motorcycle exhaust noise can be heard as three Iron<br /> Horsemen on chopped out motorcycles travel through<br /> intersection. Skeeter comments to Gary.<br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> Another shipment.<br /><br /> Gary questions Skeeter.<br /><br /> GARY<br /> How much do you figure they stole?<br /><br /> Skeeter explains.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Two... Three hundred thousand...<br /> All my working capital. <br /><br /> Skeeter angered.<br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> Thirty years of sweat!.. That's<br /> what they stole!<br /><br /> Cellphone rings. Gary answers.<br /><br /> GARY<br /> Yes.<br /><br /> Gary looks to Skeeter.<br /><br /> GARY (CONT'D)<br /> Yes sir.<br /><br /> Gary places cellphone in support. <br /><br /> GARY (CONT'D)<br /> My boss would like me to ask you<br /> how you found out this<br /> information?<br /><br /> Skeeter confident.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Drug dealers and dope heads they<br /> told me!.. What I do is go at em<br /> head on... Tell em I want the drug<br /> dealers that stole my money...<br /> Bastards that drugged me...<br /> Pushers that hooked my step<br /> daughter on heroin.<br /><br /> GARY<br /> (V.O.)<br /> How does that get you information?<br /><br /> Skeeter explains<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Found that one dope head is always<br /> pissed off at the other... I just<br /> listen... Use what I learned from <br /> one to piss off the other... They<br /> always run their mouths... If one<br /> story matches another I assume it<br /> to be correct.<br /><br /> GARY<br /> That's interesting.<br /><br /> Gary smiles.<br /></pre><pre></pre><pre> <span style="font-size: large;"><b><a href="http://www.kissmyasskentucky.com/2017/11/oxycontin-oxycondone-like-gumdrops.html">Click to Scene 19 - 24</a></b></span></pre></div>Steven Jeffrey Cullhttps://plus.google.com/104699146018815840496noreply@blogger.comHighland Heights, KY, USA39.0331169 -84.45188539999998138.983780900000006 -84.532566399999979 39.0824529 -84.371204399999982tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522246270076708311.post-59151129319590980952017-10-09T09:37:00.000-07:002017-11-15T14:00:09.348-08:00Oxycontin Oxycondone like Gumdrops. Greedy Campbell County Doctors Hooked the Kids.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><pre><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"><b><u>Screenplay is Currently in Rewrite.</u></b></span></pre><pre><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></pre><pre><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b><u>CHAPTER II</u></b></span></pre><pre><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b>Kenny the Killer</b></span></pre><pre>by Steven Jeffrey Cull</pre><pre>Copyright 2012 WGAW 2010 WGAE 2010</pre><pre></pre><pre><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Scene 19 -24</b></span></pre><pre><span style="font-size: large;"><b>First Draft</b></span></pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><pre>19 EXT. CEDAR ISLAND FERRY (OCRACOKE, NC) - EVENING 19<br /><br /> Skeeter rides motorcycle (Suzy) exits sunlit Ferry Boat<br /> ramp as storm clouds surround from all horizons.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 20 EXT. ROUTE 12 (HATTERAS, NC) - EVENING 20<br /><br /> Skeeter rides motorcycle (Suzy) towards darkness of<br /> storm. Sand swirls in whirlwinds along ocean dunes.<br /> Gentle rain moisten drifting sand at roadway. Lightning<br /> accents the rage to come.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 21 EXT. PERKINS PANCAKE (HIGHLANDS HEIGHT KY) - MORNING 21<br /><br /> Display scene aerial that audience might follow scene<br /> breaks.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 22 INT. GARY'S CAR (PERKIN'S PANCAKE) - MORNING 22<br /><br /> Gary answers cellphone. He listens then informs Skeeter<br /><br /> GARY<br /> My undercover man is going to sit<br /> in on this conversation... This<br /> is his turf... <br /><br /> Maverick opens rear driver side door. Enters sits at<br /> center rear seat leans to rear of front seat. Gary<br /> introduces Skeeter to Maverick.<br /><br /> GARY (CONT'D)<br /> Skeeter meet Maverick. <br /><br /> Skeeter and Maverick shake hands.<br /><br /> GARY (CONT'D)<br /> Maverick is my lead undercover in<br /> Northern Kentucky... He will be<br /> your contact... He has the pulse<br /> of drug activities around here..<br /><br /> Gary explains.<br /><br /> GARY (CONT'D)<br /> My territory is Columbus to<br /> Indianapolis... All of Kentucky... <br /> Into West Virginia... All Federal<br /> DEA within my territory goes<br /> through me... We work nationally<br /> with all DEA... Internationally...<br /> We go after Drug Cartels. <br /><br /> Maverick looks to Gary then informs Skeeter.<br /><br /> GARY (CONT'D)<br /> Local law enforcement says there<br /> is no heroin in Campbell County.<br /><br /> Skeeter angered by comment.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Don't give a damn what they say!..<br /> There is a major heroin problem!..<br /> Fuck'n doctors got it started...<br /> Greedy bastards!<br /><br /> Maverick nods in agreement. Skeeter leans forward holds<br /> his back.<br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> A healthy kid can hold their<br /> back... Walk into a doctor's<br /> office... Walk out with a bag of<br /> oxycotines... Hand them out like<br /> gumdrops!<br /><br /> Maverick nods in agreement.<br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> When you Feds put the squeeze on<br /> Oxycotin... They all went to<br /> heroin... That's where I came<br /> in... My money was the seed<br /> money... My money got it started!<br /><br /> Gary questions.<br /><br /> GARY<br /> Skeeter... Do you know what<br /> oxycotins are?.. Medically?<br /><br /> Skeeter nods unsure.<br /><br /> GARY (CONT'D)<br /> It's an opium... A prescription<br /> heroin!.. Super powerful!..<br /> Developed to give dieing patients<br /> some quality of life knowing damn<br /> well they'd get hooked... Oxycotin<br /> was never intended for healthy<br /> people... This drug is the most<br /> addicting drug out there.<br /><br /> MAVERICK<br /> (VO)<br /> Worst than cocaine!<br /><br /> Skeeter sarcastic.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Wonder how many I bought?<br /><br /> Gary turns to Maverick.<br /><br /> GARY<br /> Skeeter... I'm going let Maverick<br /> take it from here.<br /><br /> Maverick leans to back of seat.<br /><br /> MAVERICK<br /> Can I see those lists people been<br /> giving you of drug dealers?<br /><br /> Skeeter removes folded papers from his shirt pocket hands<br /> them to Maverick. Maverick studies list.<br /><br /> MAVERICK (CONT'D)<br /> Give me a few minutes to see what<br /> you have.<br /><br /> Gary speaks to Skeeter.<br /><br /> GARY<br /> See anybody from High School?<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> No... Not really... Mostly been<br /> working... Hang out with Mac<br /> sometimes.<br /><br /> GARY<br /> (VO)<br /> How is old Mac?<br /><br /> Skeeter explains. <br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Doing good... Just got married. <br /><br /> GARY<br /> (VO)<br /> Local girl?<br /><br /> Skeeter smiles as he speaks in jest. <br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> No... He was riding through<br /> Indiana one day... Saw her running<br /> through a corn field... Naked...<br /> Married her!<br /><br /> Gary stunned.<br /><br /> GARY<br /> What!<br /><br /> Skeeter laughs as Gary smiles.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Just shit'n you dude... She's a<br /> good girl works hard.. They're<br /> always together. <br /><br /> MAVERICK<br /> (V.O.)<br /> Interesting.<br /><br /> Gary turn to Maverick.<br /><br /> GARY<br /> Got something?<br /><br /> Maverick points to list.<br /><br /> MAVERICK<br /> Yes... I know some of these<br /> names... They're bad news!.. Heavy<br /> into the drugs... These other<br /> names.<br /><br /> Maverick points to list as he displays it to Skeeter.<br /><br /> MAVERICK (CONT'D)<br /> What this?<br /><br /> Maverick questions Skeeter.<br /><br /> MAVERICK (CONT'D)<br /> Does this say?.. This Drug Network<br /> is friends with DEA?.. Police?..<br /> Judges?.. In Boone County.<br /><br /> Skeeter nods "yes".<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> That's what it looks like to me...<br /> I just brought you the lists... I<br /> don't know this network.<br /><br /> Maverick displays list to Skeeter. Maverick points to<br /> list.<br /><br /> MAVERICK<br /> Blackmail?.. Police? Judges?<br /><br /> Gary observes a young lady approach a parked car across<br /> parking lot. Gary points.<br /><br /> GARY<br /> Let's watch... Bet she makes a<br /> score. <br /><br /> All observe a drug transaction.<br /><br /> MAVERICK<br /> They're dealing... Busiest<br /> intersection in the county...<br /> Right out in the open!.. Like<br /> normal! <br /><br /> Maverick questions Gary.<br /><br /> MAVERICK (CONT'D)<br /> Told you!.. Should I bust em?<br /><br /> GARY<br /> No.. Don't want to blow our cover.<br /><br /> Skeeter speaks to Gary.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Ain't like when we grew up!..<br /> You'll see!.. It's one fucked up<br /> county!<br /><br /><br /><br /> 23 EXT/INT. GAS STATION/MARKET (GALAX, VA.) - MORNING 23<br /><br /> Skeeter rides motorcycle (Suzy) through a steady rain as<br /> he pulls to gas pump. Rain drips from Skeeter as he<br /> enters building. An older man (Rural Man 1) tends<br /> counter. As Skeeter picks up a Milky Way bar from display<br /> he notices the back of an older lady (Older Country lady<br /> 1 wears her fancy horse lady hat) netting as she rocks in<br /> rocking chair faces storefront window. She whistles<br /> quietly rock n roll tune. Skeeter stares to her in<br /> wonder. She slowly turns. Her face deeply tanned as she<br /> smiles a big warm smile. Skeeter returns smile as he<br /> nodes in approval. She turns away begins netting. Skeeter<br /> approaches counter as Older Country Lady 1 continues<br /> quietly whistling a rock n roll tune .<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> You have any coffee sir?<br /><br /> Rural Man 1 smiles as he speaks slowly.<br /><br /> RURAL MAN 1<br /> Drank last cup... Make you some...<br /> Won't take long.<br /><br /> Skeeter pays for gas and candy bar.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> No thank you sir... Trying to get<br /> over these mountains today... Is<br /> there a road around here get me<br /> over?<br /><br /> Rural Man 1 smiles. <br /><br /> RURAL MAN 1<br /> Goin make some coffee.<br /><br /> Rural Man 1 points towards soft drink cooler along wall.<br /><br /> RURAL MAN 1 (CONT'D)<br /> Go up there a few miles turn left.<br /><br /> Skeeter confused.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Thank you sir.<br /><br /> Skeeter exits building into the rain.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 24 EXT. TWO LANE WINDING COUNTRY ROAD (VA) - MORNING 24<br /><br /> Skeeter rides motorcycle wiping rain from windshield with<br /> his hand. He rounds a curve approaches an intersecting<br /> road to his left. The pelting rain shadows the approach<br /> of a shiny white road sign as he turn left entering road.<br /> He slows to a stop unsure of his direction. Mature trees<br /> border roadway as though Centres guard a bizarre<br /> entrance. Road appears to disappear within the infinity<br /> of the overwhelming power of the mountain. Skeeter slowly<br /> notices the shine of the road sign stamped out painted<br /> neatly in black the numbers "666". Skeeter stares at sign<br /> then stares to roadway. A Red-tail Hawk (God) sweeps<br /> downward sounding his call as through warning Skeeter not<br /> to enter. <br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Fuck this!<br /><br /> Skeeter backs motorcycle out of roadway "666". He<br /> accelerates continues on in his previous direction. Road<br /> sign and roadway slowly disappears within a haze of rain.<br /><br /> <span style="font-size: large;"><b><a href="http://www.kissmyasskentucky.com/2017/11/hillbilly-drug-dealers-and-dirty-cops.html">Click to Scene 25 - 39</a></b></span></pre></div>Steven Jeffrey Cullhttps://plus.google.com/104699146018815840496noreply@blogger.comHighland Heights, KY, USA39.0331169 -84.45188539999998139.0331169 -84.451885399999981 39.0331169 -84.451885399999981tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522246270076708311.post-83973751750950442022017-10-08T11:10:00.000-07:002017-11-15T14:00:44.458-08:00Hillbilly Drug Dealers and Dirty Cops Cry Like Babies<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><pre><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"><b><u>Screenplay is currently in rewrite</u></b></span></pre><pre><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></pre><pre><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b><u>Chapter II</u></b></span></pre><pre><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b>Kenny the Killer</b></span></pre><pre>by Steven Jeffrey Cull</pre><pre>Copyright 2012 WGAW 2010 WGAE 2010</pre><pre></pre><pre><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Scene 25 -39</b></span></pre><pre><span style="font-size: large;"><b>First Draft</b></span></pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><pre>25 EXT. TWO LANE ROAD UNDER INTERSTATE BRIDGE (VA) - MORNING25<br /><br /> Skeeter leans to motorcycle. He smokes a cigarette while<br /> observing motorcyclist across roadway. Rain drops bounce<br /> as they pound the pavement along perimeter of bridge.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 26 EXT. TWO LANE COUNTRY ROAD (GALAX, VA.) -MORNING 26<br /><br /> Skeeter rides motorcycle in light rain around a curve<br /> observing the same Gas Station/Market as before.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> (VO)<br /> What the hell!<br /><br /><br /><br /> 27 EXT. GAS STATION/MARKET (GALAX, VA) - MORNING 27<br /><br /> Sun glistens between storm clouds as Skeeter parks<br /> motorcycle. Rural Man 1 exits market carries a cup of<br /> coffee.<br /><br /> RURAL MAN 1<br /> Coffees ready... This one's on me.<br /><br /> Skeeter sips coffee.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Thanks sir... Been riding for an<br /> hour... Back in same spot... Could<br /> have swore I was head'n north.<br /><br /> Rural Man 1 smiles nodding "yes".<br /><br /> RURAL MAN 1<br /> God returns some!<br /><br /> Rural Man 1 walks opens market door. The sound of Older<br /> Country Lady 1 whistles "Amazing Grace" can be heard.<br /> Rural Man 1 smiles holding door as he points to sky. <br /><br /> RURAL MAN 1 (CONT'D)<br /> Follow your destiny... God will<br /> show you the way.<br /><br /> Skeeter smiles in agreement as he starts motorcycle.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 28 EXT. TWO LANE WINDING COUNTRY ROAD (VA) - MORNING 28<br /><br /> Skeeter rides motorcycle wipes rain from windshield with<br /> his hand. He rounds curve expecting to observe <br /> intersecting road to left (666). He accelerates realizing<br /> road no longer exist. He smiles within a haze of<br /> moisture as a distant rainbow colors his path to<br /> sunlight. A far off wolf howl can be heard.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 29 EXT. PERKINS PANCAKE (HIGHLANDS HEIGHT KY) - MORNING 29<br /><br /> Display scene aerial that audience might follow scene<br /> breaks.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 30 INT. GARY'S CAR (PERKIN'S PANCAKE),KY - MORNING 30<br /><br /> Maverick leans to back of seat holding list questions<br /> Skeeter.<br /><br /> MAVERICK<br /> Do you think you could arrange a<br /> meeting?.. We would really like to<br /> speak with this individual.<br /><br /> Skeeter explains to Maverick and Gary.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> I'll ask her... She scared!.. They<br /> chased her with a baseball bat!..<br /> Threaten to kill her!<br /><br /> MAVERICK<br /> We could really use her help.<br /><br /> Gary nods in agreement as he holds his business card.<br /><br /> GARY<br /> Skeeter this is my card... These<br /> are my numbers... If I don't<br /> answer... Leave a message.<br /><br /> Gary prompts Maverick with his business card.<br /><br /> GARY (CONT'D)<br /> Maverick you alright giving<br /> Skeeter your number?<br /><br /> MAVERICK<br /> Yes sir.<br /><br /> Gary hands business card to Maverick. Gary advises<br /> Skeeter.<br /><br /> GARY<br /> Maverick will be your only contact<br /> besides myself... Keep this card<br /> with you at all times you may need<br /> it.<br /><br /> Maverick hands card to Skeeter. Cellphone rings at<br /> support. Gary answers.<br /><br /> GARY (CONT'D)<br /> Yes...<br /><br /> Gary turns to Maverick.<br /><br /> GARY (CONT'D)<br /> Got enough information to get<br /> started?<br /><br /> Gary speaks on cellphone.<br /><br /> GARY (CONT'D)<br /> Yes sir. <br /><br /> Gary concerned advises Skeeter.<br /><br /> GARY (CONT'D)<br /> Skeeter... I would like to give<br /> you some advise... Do not... I<br /> repeat do not be afraid of these<br /> drug dealers... That's what they<br /> count on!.. Let me tell you<br /> something about Drug Dealers.<br /><br /> Gary advises in a forceful loud manner.<br /><br /> GARY (CONT'D)<br /> First they sell you drugs... Then<br /> they tell you they're going to<br /> kill you!.. When we bust em!<br /><br /> Gary boast in a forceful loud manner.<br /><br /> GARY (CONT'D)<br /> They cry like babies!<br /><br /> Gary smiles as he nods "yes" reassuring Skeeter.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 31 EXT. GAS STATION (NEAR I-77 AND RT.52, VA) - NOON 31<br /><br /> Skeeter cold and wet leans to side of Gas Station Carry<br /> Out Store sipping coffee. The driving rain plays a tune<br /> upon the flat metal canopy above. Motorcyclist dripping<br /> of rain navigate puddles as their engines roar entering<br /> covered pump area. Bikers side to side await a break from<br /> the relentless downpour. Skeeter observes a motorcycle<br /> ridden by a young couple (Biker Penn and Lady Penn)<br /> approach. Their motorcycle rumbles in disrepair as they<br /> pull to gas pump. Suddenly motorcycle backfires startling<br /> all. <br /><br /><br /><br /> 32 EXT. SIDE OF GAS STATION BUILDING - NOON 32<br /><br /> Skeeter leans to side of building smokes cigarette. Biker<br /> Penn and Lady Penn walk around corner and stand next to<br /> Skeeter. Their leather clothing soaked and dripping.<br /> Their faces stressed from the fear of this days ride.<br /> Biker Penn offers a snack bag to Skeeter.<br /><br /> BIKER PENN<br /> Like a pretzel sir.<br /><br /> Skeeter reaches into bag pulls out a pretzel. Skeeter<br /> points to their motorcycle at gas pump.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> That your bike?.. Don't sound too<br /> good dude. <br /><br /> Biker Penn responds.<br /><br /> BIKER PENN<br /> Lost a cylinder bout an hour<br /> ago... Thought they were going to<br /> run over top of us!.. Traffic been<br /> wall to wall... Damn rain!..<br /> Bikers down everywhere! <br /><br /> Lady Penn smiles to Skeeter.<br /><br /> LADY PENN<br /> Excuse me sir. <br /><br /> Lady Penn speaks softly to Biker Penn.<br /><br /> LADY PENN (CONT'D)<br /> Got a dollar or two?<br /><br /> Biker Penn nods "No".<br /><br /> BIKER PENN<br /> Sorry sweetie.<br /><br /> Lady Penn smiles a loving smile to Biker Penn. She walks<br /> around corner of building. Biker Penn offers pretzel bag<br /> to Skeeter.<br /><br /> BIKER PENN (CONT'D)<br /> This bag of pretzels was our last<br /> dollar.<br /><br /> Skeeter nods "no thanks".<br /><br /> BIKER PENN (CONT'D)<br /> Got a full tank of gas... Not sure<br /> we can make it Pennsylvania... Go<br /> as far as we can... She scared!..<br /> So am I!<br /><br /> Lady Penn approaches stands next to Biker Penn. She<br /> smiles warm smile to Skeeter. Biker Penn looks to Lady<br /> Penn.<br /><br /> BIKER PENN (CONT'D)<br /> Ready?<br /><br /> Skeeter observes the fear in her eyes as she waves<br /> goodbye.<br /><br /> LADY PENN<br /> Bye.<br /><br /> She turns walks towards motorcycle. Biker Penn offers a<br /> friendly handshake to Skeeter. They shake hands. Biker<br /> Penn turns to walk to motorcycle. <br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Young man... Hold on!<br /><br /> Biker Penn returns. Skeeter unzips pocket of his soaked<br /> brown leather jacket. He removes his wallet. He removes<br /> and offers a one hundred dollar bill to Biker Penn. Biker<br /> Penn motions "no" with his hand.<br /><br /> BIKER PENN<br /> No thank you sir.<br /><br /> Skeeter smiles as he responds.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Bullshit take it!.. Get a motel<br /> wait out the rain... Run it<br /> tomorrow in sunshine. <br /><br /> Skeeter hands $100 to Biker Penn. <br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> Take it for her!.. Thanks for your<br /> last pretzel.<br /><br /> Biker Penn excepts money with a humble smile.<br /><br /> BIKER PENN<br /> This is really nice of you sir...<br /> Nobody's ever done anything like<br /> this for me... Give me your<br /> address... Get home I'll mail it<br /> back to you.<br /><br /> Skeeter smiles a big warm smile.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> You don't have to do that... There<br /> is one catch... Goes like this...<br /> One day someone will need your<br /> help... If you can help em...<br /> Remember this day... Then make<br /> them the same deal.<br /><br /> Biker Penn glassy-eyed responds.<br /><br /> BIKER PENN<br /> You got it!.. Never forget you.<br /><br /> They shake hands. Biker Penn walks to motorcycle talks to<br /> Lady Penn. Skeeter observes as suddenly Lady Penn runs to<br /> Skeeter. She stands stares into his eyes. She kisses<br /> Skeeter on his cheek and quickly returns to motorcycle.<br /> She jumps on motorcycle as Biker Penn starts engine.<br /> Biker Penn nods "thank you" to Skeeter. They exit gas<br /> station as Lady Penn stares smiling to Skeeter as their<br /> motorcycle again backfires. <br /><br /><br /><br /> 33 EXT. I-77 N. APPALACHIAN MT. (WV) - AFTERNOON 33<br /><br /> Skeeter rides motorcycle in slow lane follows a group of<br /> bikers. He wipes steady rain from his windshield as a<br /> stream of tractor trailers and automobiles pass. Each<br /> vehicle enclosing Skeeter within a spray mist. Skeeter<br /> quickly brakes at a crest in the road. Slow and stopped<br /> traffic ahead as two downed motorcycles and four bikers<br /> lay at shoulder. Skeeter observes as a life squad<br /> approaches. He accelerates as he disappears within a<br /> heavy downpour.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 34 EXT. AA HIGHWAY (CAMPBELL COUNTY, KY) - AFTERNOON 34<br /><br /> Skeeter rides motorcycle in slow lane passes Campbell<br /> County road sign. A loud jacked up primered redneck truck<br /> quickly approaches from rear. Truck blows horn narrowly<br /> missing Skeeter as it swerves to high speed lane. Crack<br /> Whore 1 in passenger seat yells as truck speed by.<br /><br /> CRACK-WHORE 1<br /> Fuck you Skeeter!<br /><br /><br /><br /> 35 EXT. WOLF ROAD CAMPBELL COUNTY - AFTERNOON 35<br /><br /> Alford smokes marijuana as he rides tractor dragging a<br /> large timber. He exits Skeeter's drive to Wolf Road as<br /> timber spins scoring roadway. A Campbell County police<br /> cruiser pulls to side of road. Both wave as Alford<br /> passes.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 36 EXT. US 27 @ SUBWAY RESTAURANT, ALEXANDRIA - AFTERNOON36<br /><br /> Robby and two friends cross US 27 on skateboard to<br /> entrance of shopping center as Alexandria police cruiser <br /> follows.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 37 INT. ALEXANDRIA POLICE CRUISER - AFTERNOON 37<br /><br /> Police radio can be heard.<br /><br /> POLICE RADIO 1<br /> Campbell County Police have Robby<br /> in sight... Fall back observe from<br /> Wendy's.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 38 EXT. DAIRY DELIGHT US 27 ALEXANDRIA - AFTERNOON 38<br /><br /> Skeeter rides motorcycle enters parking lot. Joanie<br /> smiles as Skeeter parks and removes his helmet. <br /><br /> JOANIE<br /> Hi dad!<br /><br /> Skeeter smiles.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> How's my favorite girl!<br /><br /> Skeeter gives Joanie a big hug.<br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> Miss you Joanie.<br /><br /> Joanie point to Robby as he walks approaching carrying<br /> his skateboard. Robby smiles.<br /><br /> ROBBY<br /> Hi Pops!<br /><br /><br /><br /> 39 INT. FEDERAL DEA HEADQUARTERS (CINCINNATI) - AFTERNOON39<br /><br /> DEA Agent 1 approaches Maverick's desk. <br /><br /> DEA AGENT 1<br /> We just intercepted a radio<br /> transmission between Campbell<br /> County and Alexandria police. <br /><br /> Maverick questions.<br /><br /> MAVERICK<br /> Yea?<br /><br /> DEA AGENT 1<br /> Skeeter is back...<br /><br /> Maverick smiles.<br /><br /> DEA AGENT 1 (CONT'D)<br /> (VO)<br /> Campbell County has informed Judge<br /> Folgers... Been recorded...<br /> Folgers informed the bank. <br /><br /> Maverick serious.<br /><br /> MAVERICK<br /> They thought he was dead.<br /><br /> Maverick smiles.<br /><br /> MAVERICK (CONT'D)<br /> Bet their shitting themselves<br /> about now... Stay on it let me<br /> know who informs the governor...<br /> Let FBI know too.<br /></pre><pre></pre><pre> <span style="font-size: large;"><b><a href="http://www.kissmyasskentucky.com/2017/11/squeal-like-pig-banker-boy-drug-dealing.html">Click to Scene 40 -46</a></b></span></pre></div>Steven Jeffrey Cullhttps://plus.google.com/104699146018815840496noreply@blogger.comAlexandria, KY 41001, USA38.9595078 -84.38799460000001338.8607288 -84.549356100000011 39.0582868 -84.226633100000015tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522246270076708311.post-52990591165728192472017-10-07T11:21:00.000-07:002017-11-15T14:02:50.372-08:00Squeal Like a Pig Banker Boy. Drug Dealing is Illegal<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><pre><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"><b><u>Screenplay is currently in rewrite.</u></b></span></pre><pre><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></pre><pre><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b><u>Chapter II</u></b></span></pre><pre><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b>Kenny the Killer</b></span></pre><pre>by Steven Jeffrey Cull</pre><pre>Copyright 2012 WGAW 2010</pre><pre></pre><pre><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Scene 40 - 46</b></span></pre><pre><span style="font-size: large;"><b>First Draft</b></span></pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><pre>40 INT. OFFICE (OLD MOB)(GOD) NEW YORK - DAY 40<br /><br /> Spike, Vinny, and Al sit at coffee table admire New York<br /> sky line from elaborate high rise office. Faces never<br /> visible. Smoke rises as Vinny smokes cigar. Frank Sinatra<br /> music can be heard in background. Sexy Secretary walks<br /> hand paper message to Al's from behind. Al reads message<br /> laughs. <br /><br /> AL<br /> Skeeter is back!.. In Kentucky.<br /><br /> Vinny smokes cigar.<br /><br /> VINNY<br /> Crazy bastard!.. Round two.<br /><br /> Spike interrupts laughs.<br /><br /> SPIKE<br /> More like round two hundred!.. If<br /> Skeeter only knew how much he was<br /> screwing up our hillbilly hicks.<br /><br /> All laugh.<br /><br /> AL<br /> Bet they're chasing their tails<br /> about now!.. Contact Chicago...<br /> Detroit and Cleveland... Go<br /> Skeeter!<br /><br /> The Statue of Liberty can be seen across the New York<br /> skyline.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 41 EXT. SKEETER'S FARMHOUSE - NIGHT 41<br /><br /> Skeeter parks motorcycle in drive surrounded by overgrown<br /> yard. House appears cold and lonely. Sound of frogs and<br /> crickets can be heard as two dogs approach wagging tails.<br /> Skeeter pets dogs.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Goofy dogs!<br /><br /><br /><br /> 42 INT. SKEETER'S FARMHOUSE - NIGHT 42<br /><br /> Skeeter carries a bowl of beans and a Coca Cola as he<br /> turns on television at entertainment center. Skeeter sits<br /> at old sofa watching news while dining. Skeeter observes<br /> movement below television in bookshelves. Slowly the head<br /> of a large snake raises above books in the shadows<br /> followed by the rise and vibrations at other end. Skeeter<br /> stunned. He stares as timber rattler moves about books<br /> within shelving. Skeeter stands.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> What the hell!<br /><br /> Snake moves forward and downwards across books as a loud<br /> hiss of a cat is heard.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 43 INT. BANK TELLER - MORNING 43<br /><br /> Skeeter walks through bank lobby passes Older Lady 1.<br /> Skeeter smiles to Older Lady 1.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Good morning young lady.<br /><br /> Older Lady 1 gives Skeeter a warm friendly smile as they<br /> pass. Skeeter stands faces young Bank Teller 1. <br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> Hello young lady.<br /><br /> Older Lady 1 overhears Skeeter's comment. She smiles.<br /> Skeeter removes two cashier check from briefcase. Places<br /> them to counter.<br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> I would like to endorse over these<br /> two checks... Reissue four cashier<br /> checks for four thousand five<br /> hundred ten dollars... To myself.<br /><br /> Bank Teller 1 questions Skeeter's math.<br /><br /> BANK TELLER 1<br /> Sir... That doesn't add up... I<br /> can't do that.<br /><br /> Skeeter removes his wallet lays forty dollars to counter.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Yes you can.<br /><br /> Skeeter slide forty dollars towards Bank Teller 1.<br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> Here's the difference... Adds up<br /> now.<br /><br /> Bank Teller 1 questions bank transaction.<br /><br /> BANK TELLER 1<br /> Sir... Not sure I can make this<br /> transaction.<br /><br /> Bank Teller 1 looks for help from superiors.<br /><br /> BANK TELLER 1 (CONT'D)<br /> Need to check with my superiors.<br /><br /> Bank Teller 1 walks to rear of Teller Area calls on<br /> phone. Returns to counter.<br /><br /> BANK TELLER 1 (CONT'D)<br /> Sir... Mr. Vanhorn will be here<br /> shortly. <br /><br /> Vanhorn approaches Teller Counter observes cashier<br /> checks. <br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> Heard you were out of town?<br /><br /> Skeeter smiles.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Took a little motorcycle ride.<br /><br /> Skeeter serious confronts Vanhorn.<br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> Got a problem with this<br /> transaction?<br /><br /> Vanhorn smiles questions Skeeter.<br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> No problem... Why you adding to<br /> them?.. What are you hiding? <br /><br /> Skeeter forceful.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Harder to find... If they can't<br /> find it they can't steal it.<br /><br /> Vanhorn nods giving approval to Bank Teller 1. Bank<br /> Teller 1 walks to check writing machine. Skeeter explains<br /> to Vanhorn. <br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> Not trying to hide anything from<br /> the good guys.<br /><br /> Skeeter gives hard serious stare to Vanhorn.<br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> Drug dealers been robbing my<br /> accounts at this bank for years.<br /><br /> Vanhorn laughs raises his arms proclaims loudly to bank<br /> lobby and tellers.<br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> Look!... It's Mel Gibson... From<br /> the Conspiracy Theory... Look!<br /><br /> Vanhorn angry.<br /><br /> VANHORN (CONT'D)<br /> Mel!.. What does splitting checks<br /> accomplish?<br /><br /> Skeeter serious confronts Vanhorn.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> They won't get it all!<br /><br /> Vanhorn laughs as he leans face to face teases Skeeter.<br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> Who are?<br /> (Accentuate)<br /> "They"?<br /><br /> Skeeter speaks loud in confrontation with Vanhorn.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> "They" are Drug Dealers... They<br /> are bankers... By the way... Mr.<br /> Bank President... Mel Gibson was<br /> right.<br /><br /> Bank Teller 1 lays four cashier checks to counter.<br /> Skeeter inspects each cashier check places them into<br /> briefcase. Skeeter walks towards exit. Vanhorn follows<br /> yelling angry. <br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> I'd kill the fuck'n bitch!<br /><br /> Skeeter confronts Vanhorn.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Bet you'd like that wouldn't<br /> you?.. Get you and your drug<br /> dealing bank off the hook?<br /><br /> Skeeter walks towards exit. Vanhorn laughs chants loudly<br /> as he follows. <br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> Mel Gibson!.. Mel Gibson!.. Mel<br /> Gibson!<br /><br /> Skeeter exits bank followed by Vanhorn.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 44 EXT. BANK PARKING LOT - MORNING 44<br /><br /> Skeeter walks towards parking lot. Vanhorn follows speaks<br /> in jest.<br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> Just joking around.<br /><br /> Vanhorn serious make request.<br /><br /> VANHORN (CONT'D)<br /> You going to make your farm<br /> payment this month?<br /><br /> Skeeter confronts Vanhorn.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> You tell everyone I'm crazy...<br /> Why?.. Cover up your crimes?..<br /> Your bank crimes? <br /><br /> Vanhorn backs away speaks angry.<br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> What are you talking about?.. Make<br /> your payments Mel!<br /><br /> Skeeter smiles walks slowly forward confronting Vanhorn.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> When I took my motorcycle ride...<br /> I met some very important... Good<br /> people!... Marlin!... Oddly!.. <br /> Mr. Bob!... I came to this<br /> conclusion.<br /><br /> Skeeter confronts Vanhorn face to face.<br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> If I make another payment.. I<br /> would knowingly finance a drug<br /> network responsible for murder!<br /><br /> Vanhorn surprised becomes anger. <br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> I refuse!.. Would become a<br /> criminal just like you!.. Your<br /> fuck'n bank!.. Your the Drug<br /> Dealers!.. Your the baby killers!<br /><br /> Vanhorn surprised backs away speaks angry.<br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> You can't say that!.. Were sue<br /> you!.. We'll take it all!.. For<br /> slander.<br /><br /> Skeeter speaks angry loud moves towards Vanhorn. Vanhorn <br /> backs away.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Fuck off banker boy!<br /><br /> Vanhorn backs away as he teases Skeeter.<br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> Mel Gibson... Mel Gibson...<br /><br /> Skeeter speaks forceful loud as he confronts Vanhorn.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> I've taken it in the ass long<br /> enough!... My turn to do a little<br /> fuck'n!<br /><br /> Skeeter smiles speaks forceful loud to Vanhorn. Vanhorn <br /> backs away.<br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> (Hillbilly accent)<br /> Drop them pants banker boy!<br /><br /> Skeeter yells forceful loud walks towards Vanhorn.<br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> Drop em!.. Right here!.. Right<br /> now!<br /> (Hillbilly accent)<br /> Time to make you squeal!<br /><br /> Vanhorn backs away falls over shrubbery. Skeeter laughs<br /> proclaims loudly moves towards Vanhorn.<br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> (Hillbilly accent)<br /> Make you squeal like the pig you<br /> are!<br /><br /> Skeeter stands squeals loud like a pig.<br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> Squeal!...........!<br /> Squeal!...........!<br /><br /> Vanhorn runs stumbling towards bank entrance. Skeeter<br /> laughs. Vanhorn screams whining.<br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> Help!... Help!<br /><br /> Vanhorn runs through bank entrance door yells whining.<br /><br /> VANHORN (CONT'D)<br /> Call the police!.. Call the<br /> police!<br /><br /> Vanhorn stands at open bank entrance door yells whining.<br /><br /> VANHORN (CONT'D)<br /> Can't talk to me like that!.. <br /><br /> Skeeter smiles enters his truck drives away. Vanhorn runs<br /> to parking lot yells.<br /><br /> VANHORN (CONT'D)<br /> Mel Gibson!.. Mel Gibson!<br /><br /> Bird shit (God) splatters Vanhorn's shoulder.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 45 INT. SKEETER'S FARMHOUSE - NIGHT 45<br /><br /> Skeeter sets numerous mousetraps on floor at a small<br /> opening in lower corner of entrance door. He covers<br /> himself with comforter as he lay on sofa. Skeeter falls<br /> asleep. The sound of frogs and crickets can be heard as<br /> suddenly Skeeter awakes to the sound of numerous snaps of<br /> mousetraps. From outside entrance door is heard. <br /><br /> HILLBILLY ACCENT<br /> (VO)<br /> Oh Shit!<br /><br /> Skeeter smiles.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 46 EXT. COUNTRY ROAD - DAY 46<br /><br /> Skeeter drives Ford Ranger truck down winding sloping<br /> country road bordered by trees. He listens to Frank<br /> Sinatra music (Summer Wind) as cellphone rings.<br /><br /> YAX<br /> (V.O.)<br /> Skeeter... Still coming for<br /> lunch?.. Joycey prepared a super<br /> meal for us.<br /><br /> Skeeter turns down music observes large gray primered<br /> jacked up Redneck truck approaches quick in rear view<br /> mirror.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Yes sir on my way.<br /><br /> Redneck truck tailgates Skeeter.<br /><br /> YAX<br /> (V.O)<br /> We love our house!.. Want to pay<br /> you... Know you could use it.<br /><br /> Redneck truck tailgates blows horn. Driver 1 yells.<br /><br /> REDNECK DRIVER<br /> Fuck You Skeeter!<br /><br /> Skeeter smiles unaffected as he waves to truck in a<br /> friendly manner.<br /><br /> YAX<br /> (V.O.)<br /> You O.K.?... Something wrong?<br /><br /> Skeeter observes Rednecks truck tailgating.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> All good just a normal day.<br /><br /> YAX<br /> (V.O.)<br /> See you shortly... God Bless.<br /><br /> Redneck truck blows horn passes Skeeter. Passenger 1<br /> displays shotgun as they pass. Passenger 1 yells.<br /><br /> REDNECK PASSENGER<br /> Fuck you Skeeter!<br /><br /> A herd of deer graze along road. Deer 1 (God) stands<br /> observes Skeeter and Rednecks. Truck speeds forward.<br /> Driver give Skeeter the finger. Passenger fires shotgun<br /> towards herd of deer. Deer scramble as Deer 1 shot at<br /> hind leg falls to ground. Rednecks laugh as they speed<br /> around bend. Skeeter saddened by injured deer slows truck<br /> observes Deer 1. <br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Damn fuck'n hillbillies.<br /><br /> Deer 1 rolls over and stands shaking injured hind leg.<br /> Deer 1 limps. Then runs leaping into brush. Skeeter<br /> smiles.</pre><pre> <span style="font-size: large;"><b><a href="http://www.kissmyasskentucky.com/2017/11/dirty-drug-dealing-judges-mortgage-for.html">Click to Scene 47 - 54</a></b></span></pre></div>Steven Jeffrey Cullhttps://plus.google.com/104699146018815840496noreply@blogger.comNewport, KY 41071, USA39.091449 -84.49577569999996739.042148 -84.576456699999966 39.14075 -84.415094699999969tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522246270076708311.post-48639641844600892962017-10-06T11:35:00.000-07:002017-11-15T14:03:23.225-08:00Dirty Drug Dealing Judges Mortgage for Criminal Bank to Steal Skeeter's Farm for Billions<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"><u>Screenplay is currently in rewrite</u></span><br /><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"><u><br /></u></span><br /><pre></pre><pre><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b><u>Chapter II</u></b></span></pre><pre><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b>Kenny the Killer</b></span></pre><pre>by Steven Jeffrey Cull</pre><pre>Copyright 2012 WGAW 2010</pre><pre></pre><pre><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Scene 47 - 54</b></span></pre><pre><span style="font-size: large;"><b>First Draft</b></span></pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><pre>47 INT. BANK (VANHORN'S OFFICE) - NIGHT 47<br /><br /> Vanhorn stands behind his desk speaks excited to Crawford<br /> sitting. Noran and Macke enter office. <br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> He said!.. Pull your pants down!..<br /> Going to make me squeal like a<br /> pig! <br /><br /> Crawford smiles speaks serious.<br /><br /> CRAWFORD<br /> Did you?<br /><br /> Noran and Macke stand to front of Vanhorn's desk. Vanhorn<br /> excited walks to side of desk<br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> He stood there squealing at the<br /> top of his lungs!.. I had to run!<br /><br /> Vanhorn excited speaks to Noran.<br /><br /> VANHORN (CONT'D)<br /> He knows!.. He knows everything!.. <br /><br /> MACKE<br /> Sure your not exaggerating?.. <br /><br /> Noran speaks in a scolding manner to Vanhorn.<br /><br /> NORAN<br /> Skeeter scared you... Don't mean<br /> he knows anything!<br /><br /> Vanhorn excited responds.<br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> He knows!. Refuses to make<br /> payments... Said we're drug<br /> dealers... Says he refuses to pay <br /> drug dealers! <br /><br /> Noran leans to desk reassures Vanhorn.<br /><br /> NORAN<br /> Don't sweat it!.. The bank their<br /> attorneys will protect you... He<br /> can never tie the bank to the<br /> embezzlement.<br /><br /> Crawford explains. <br /><br /> CRAWFORD<br /> Our closes ties to drug dealers...<br /> To embezzlements is his ex-wife...<br /> She will go down not us... We are<br /> a bank.<br /><br /> Noran questions Crawford.<br /><br /> NORAN<br /> Should we call a meeting of the<br /> Cake Club?<br /><br /> CRAWFORD<br /> Think we might need a "Fixer" for<br /> this problem.!<br /><br /> Vanhorn excited questions all. <br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> Why isn't Skeeter dead?.. We<br /> pumped enough poison and drugs in<br /> him!<br /><br /> NORAN<br /> Need to start foreclosure... Take<br /> his farm.<br /><br /> Vanhorn questions.<br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> We released Skeeter's mortgages<br /> his loans remember?.. Skeeter<br /> must die to take his farm.<br /><br /> Noran angered.<br /><br /> NORAN<br /> Have our Judges reestablish the<br /> mortgage... Then take his farm...<br /> Seize all his assets!.. All<br /> monies!.. Destroy all credit!..<br /> Local and national!<br /><br /> Macke interrupts speaks to Vanhorn.<br /><br /> MACKE<br /> Contact our people at Equifax. <br /><br /> NORAN<br /> Destroy this son of a bitch!<br /><br /> Crawford speaks forceful.<br /><br /> CRAWFORD<br /> Have our Judges and attorneys<br /> cover up all illegal<br /> transactions... No paper trail!<br /><br /><br /><br /> 48 EXT. COUNTRY ROAD - DAY 48<br /><br /> Skeeter rides motorcycle (Suzy) down a country road. He<br /> enjoys the freedom of the cruise. A White Car approaches<br /> quick from rear passes Skeeter. White car slows matches<br /> Skeeter's speed. A Red Car approaches Skeeter quick from<br /> rear slows tailgates Skeeter. Skeeter is aware something<br /> is about to happen. All approach four way stop. A redneck<br /> truck with the barrel of a shotgun protruding from window<br /> waits across intersection. White Car drives forward<br /> through intersection. Skeeter turns right quickly<br /> accelerates. Red Car then Redneck Truck quickly follow.<br /> Skeeter turns right between rolls of hay along road makes<br /> U-turn rides along shoulder behind twenty plus rolls of<br /> hay. He turns between rolls of hay to road travels back<br /> towards intersection. Skeeter observes red car and<br /> redneck truck in his rear view mirror. Skeeter<br /> accelerates runs stop sign at intersection as white car<br /> sits at intersection. Skeeter travels quickly around<br /> hillside and slides to a stop on first gravel drive.<br /> Skeeter lights cigarette as he sits on motorcycle next to<br /> a mailbox. He observes white car pass quickly followed by<br /> redneck truck and red car. Skeeter sits smiles a few<br /> seconds accelerates in same direction of cars and redneck<br /> truck. Skeeter speeds passes first side road. Cars and<br /> redneck truck are tangled up attempting to turn around.<br /> Skeeter speeds up steep country road disappears around<br /> bend. <br /><br /><br /><br /> 49 EXT. TWO LANE ROAD - DAY 49<br /><br /> Skeeter speeds on motorcycle(Suzy) slows as he approaches<br /> crest of road. Skeeter observes to his left Dirty Cop 2<br /> exit Alexandria Police station. Skeeter turns right<br /> travels slow down narrow one lane country road bordered<br /> one side by old graveyard. He observes a large group of<br /> school age children with adults at a funeral grave site<br /> (Child Drug Overdose).<br /><br /><br /><br /> 50 EXT. PARKING LOT - DAY 50<br /><br /> Skeeter sits atop motorcycle (Suzy) in VFW parking lot<br /> overlooks US 27 highway. Dirty Cop 2 in Campbell County<br /> police cruiser slows to stop on highway. Dirty Cop 2<br /> talks on radio observes Skeeter. Police Cruiser travels<br /> south. Skeeter enter highway travels north at normal<br /> speed.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 51 EXT. J.R. RESIDENCE - LATE AFTERNOON 51<br /><br /> Skeeter carries a power saw to his truck parked at the<br /> front of construction site. A stone mason hammers a<br /> stone for installation at corner of house. A laborer<br /> mixes cement mortar. A new BMW car approaches then stops <br /> next to Skeeter. Macke exits BMW smiles unsure as he<br /> approaches Skeeter.<br /><br /> MACKE<br /> Skeeter heard you had a job going<br /> on down here.<br /><br /> Skeeter places tools to truck tool box.<br /><br /> MACKE (CONT'D)<br /> Heard it is another great<br /> design... You should be proud...<br /> You've been in business a long<br /> time haven't You?<br /><br /> Skeeter gives Macke hard stare.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Thirty years.<br /><br /> MACKE<br /> Sorry to hear... Your shutting<br /> down your business. <br /><br /> Skeeter removes his tool belt.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Your bank fucked me over! <br /><br /> Macke steps back speaks defensively.<br /><br /> MACKE<br /> I'm just a stockholder... Your ex<br /> wife fucked you over.<br /><br /> Skeeter closes tool chest of truck. Skeeter angry.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Her... The bank... Drug Dealers.<br /><br /> Macke calm questions Skeeter.<br /><br /> MACKE<br /> You still going to Miami?..<br /><br /> Skeeter calm.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Yes sir.<br /><br /> Macke presents offer unsure of Skeeter's response.<br /><br /> MACKE<br /> A few of us would like to help<br /> you... We would like to buy you a<br /> building lot in Miami... Be<br /> interested?.. You can choose the<br /> lot... Reasonable cost... We'll<br /> buy it for you...Get you started<br /> again... What do you think?.. <br /><br /> Skeeter sets air gun compressor to bed of truck.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Why would your people make such an<br /> offer... No sir not interested.<br /><br /> MACKE<br /> Wish you'd reconsider?.. Think you<br /> might?<br /><br /> Skeeter sits on tail gate.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> No... Tell your people I can't <br /> tell the good guys from the bad<br /> guys anymore. <br /><br /> Macke frustrated.<br /><br /> MACKE<br /> Is that really what you want me to<br /> tell them?<br /><br /> Skeeter stands confronts Macke.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Only answer I can give!<br /><br /> Macke walks towards BMW stops. Macke turns makes request <br /> of Skeeter.<br /><br /> MACKE<br /> Can I request one thing?<br /><br /> Skeeter lights a cigarette as he listens.<br /><br /> MACKE (CONT'D)<br /> (VO)<br /> Don't hang us out to dry?.. At the<br /> bank?.. OK Skeeter?<br /><br /> A flock of buzzards soar circling the distance sky. A far<br /> off train sounds it's horn (God) as though approving<br /> Skeeter's decision.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 52 EXT. MAC'S OFFICE PARKING LOT - MORNING 52<br /><br /> Skeeter and Mac sit at concrete curb along side truck<br /> loading dock.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Bank wants to buy me a building<br /> lot in Miami.<br /><br /> MAC<br /> What did you tell em?<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Told em I was not interested.<br /><br /> MAC<br /> That was smart... They want to own<br /> you Skeeter... Remember what I<br /> told you... They're going to come<br /> at you with everything they have.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> No shit!<br /><br /> MAC<br /> Stay on the path... Got you this<br /> far... They can't touch you...<br /> They can't figure you out... Your<br /> fucking em up and they don't<br /> understand... They don't<br /> understand because they have no<br /> idea what the hell your made of!<br /><br /> Mac smiles as Skeeter lights cigarette.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Damn I'm tired dude... Think it<br /> will ever end? <br /><br /> MAC<br /> Stay on the path... It will get<br /> brighter... Quit smoking too<br /> asshole! <br /><br /> Mac smiles as Skeeter laughs.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 53 EXT. BACKYARD GRIMM HOUSE AT LAKE, WOLF RD. - AFTERNOON 53<br /><br /> Skeeter follows Grimm across yard. Grimm excited.<br /><br /> GRIMM<br /> Been terrorizing us... Four five<br /> quadrunners running through our<br /> yard... Middle of the night.<br /><br /> Skeeter and Grimm stand along side a large oak tree at<br /> edge of a five acre lake. <br /><br /> GRIMM (CONT'D)<br /> Listen!<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Listen to what?<br /><br /> Grimm points across lake as numerous terroristic yells<br /> echo across lake from behind a cluster of trees.<br /><br /> ALFORD<br /> (VO)<br /> Fuck you Jane.<br /><br /> FRANCIS<br /> (VO)<br /> Fuck you Kenny.<br /><br /> Skeeter looks to Grimm.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> What the hell?<br /><br /> GRIMM<br /> They have been yelling off and on<br /> all day.<br /><br /> Terroristic yells echo across lake.<br /><br /> FRANCIS AND DIRTY COP 1<br /> (VO)<br /> Fuck you Kenny.<br /><br /> A single gun shot blast can be heard across lake.<br /><br /> ALFORD<br /> (VO)<br /> Fuck you Jane.<br /><br /> Skeeter walks to investigate. He motions to Grimm to<br /> follow. <br /><br /> GRIMM<br /> Should I get the shot gun?<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> No... Fuck that... They're fuck'n<br /> pussies... Dope-heads!.. They'll<br /> run.<br /><br /> A double gunshot blast can be heard across lake. Sound of<br /> starting quadrunners are heard.<br /><br /> FRANCIS AND ALFORD<br /> (VO)<br /> Fuck you Kenny.<br /><br /> DIRTY COP 1<br /> (VO)<br /> Fuck you Skeeter.<br /><br /> Sound of quadrunners can be heard as they exit area.<br /> Skeeter stops as he turns to Grimm.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Told you.. Fuck'n dope dealing<br /> pussies.<br /><br /> Grimm smiles.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 54 INT. BANK (VANHORN'S OFFICE) - NOON 54<br /><br /> Crawford and Macke sits at corners of office. Vanhorn<br /> sits behind desk. Noran sits to front of desk. A tape<br /> recorder sits atop desk. Noran points to recorder speaks<br /> to Vanhorn.<br /><br /> NORAN<br /> Remove the tape... Now call him<br /> in.<br /><br /> Mann enters office. Vanhorn motions Mann to sit. Vanhorn<br /> speaks to Mann.<br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> We need your assistance.<br /><br /> Noran motions to Vanhorn to start recorder. <br /><br /> NORAN<br /> You know we own the parole office<br /> don't you?.. <br /><br /> Mann looks to Vanhorn as he answers Noran. <br /><br /> MANN<br /> Yes sir.<br /><br /> NORAN<br /> That our Judges awarded the<br /> contract to operate our parole<br /> office to your partnership<br /> correct?<br /><br /> Mann looks to Macke as he answers Noran.<br /><br /> MANN<br /> Yes sir... Thank you.<br /><br /> Noran points to Vanhorn as he questions Mann.<br /><br /> NORAN<br /> That our Bank president is also a<br /> one third owner in our parole<br /> office?<br /><br /> Mann looks to Vanhorn answers Noran.<br /><br /> MANN<br /> Correct.<br /><br /> Noran questions Mann.<br /><br /> NORAN<br /> That this entitles the bank to a<br /> one hundred percent ownership of<br /> information thereof? <br /><br /> Mann hesitates looks to Vanhorn then Crawford. Crawford<br /> speaks forceful.<br /><br /> CRAWFORD<br /> Answer the question!<br /><br /> Mann's voice trembles.<br /><br /> MANN<br /> Yes Sir.<br /><br /> NORAN<br /> Recording will be stored in our<br /> vault. <br /><br /> Noran motions to Vanhorn to turn off recorder. Noran<br /> speaks to Mann.<br /><br /> NORAN (CONT'D)<br /> Cake Club needs the services of<br /> their Parole Office.<br /><br /> Noran stands points to Vanhorn and Macke.<br /><br /> NORAN (CONT'D)<br /> These two will advise you of the<br /> details... Appreciate your help.<br /><br /> Noran and Crawford exit the office. Door shuts. Mann<br /> questions Vanhorn.<br /><br /> MANN<br /> What was all that about?<br /><br /> Vanhorn serious answers Mann.<br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> They're all running scared... Cake<br /> Club wants insurances... Fuck'n<br /> Skeeter!.. He's at it again!<br /><br /> Mann questions Macke then Vanhorn.<br /><br /> MANN<br /> Why don't you just kill him?<br /><br /> Vanhorn speaks serious to Mann.<br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> We tried... We thought he was<br /> dead. <br /><br /> Vanhorn raises jar as the submerged ear comes to view<br /> (God).</pre><pre> <a href="http://www.kissmyasskentucky.com/2017/11/have-our-dirty-congressmen-and-bank.html"> <span style="font-size: large;"><b>Click to Scene 55 - 60</b></span></a></pre></div>Steven Jeffrey Cullhttps://plus.google.com/104699146018815840496noreply@blogger.comCampbell County, KY, USA38.8951891 -84.396253538.5001061 -85.0417005 39.2902721 -83.7508065tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522246270076708311.post-5497794248345835982017-10-05T11:53:00.000-07:002017-11-15T13:47:01.035-08:00Have Our Dirty Congressmen and Bank with Credit and Equifax Destroy Skeeter Financially<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><pre><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"><b><u>Screenplay is currently in rewrite</u></b></span></pre><pre><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></pre><pre><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b><u>Chapter II</u></b></span></pre><pre><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b>Kenny the Killer</b></span></pre><pre>by Steven Jeffrey Cull</pre><pre>Copyright 2012 WGAW 2010</pre><pre></pre><pre><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Scene 55 -60</b></span></pre><pre><span style="font-size: large;"><b>First Draft</b></span></pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><pre>55 EXT. RIVER CAMP ROAD - AFTERNOON 55<br /><br /> Kenny then Skeeter exit Skeeter's Ford Explorer. Both<br /> approach Francis and Dope-head 1 as they sit along road<br /> on their quadrunner. Each quadrunner carries shotgun<br /> within a holsters. Across grassy area twenty plus dope<br /> head hillbillies sit and stand aside quadrunners. Among<br /> group Alford and numerous Dirty cops observe holding and<br /> waving rifles and shotgun. A yell can be heard across<br /> field.<br /><br /> DIRTY COP 2<br /> Fuck you Skeeter.<br /><br /> Dirty Cop 2 fires a single shot to soil. Group cheer and<br /> laugh in terroristic manner as many yell profanities.<br /> Crackwhore 3 drops her pants mooning Skeeter and Grimm.<br /> Both unaffected. Grimm confronts Francis.<br /><br /> GRIMM<br /> Got a problem with me asshole!<br /><br /> Francis smiles in fear and surprise.<br /><br /> FRANCIS<br /> No.<br /><br /> Grimm raises voice.<br /><br /> GRIMM<br /> Stay the fuck away from my<br /> house!.. Asshole.<br /><br /> Francis smiles in contempt. Grimm angry approaches<br /> Francis face to face.<br /><br /> GRIMM (CONT'D)<br /> Ready to go at it right now mother<br /> fucker!<br /><br /> Francis smiles with fear and contempt.<br /><br /> GRIMM (CONT'D)<br /> Lets do it bitch!.. Going kick you<br /> fuck'n ass boy!<br /><br /> Francis sits glued to quadrunner displaying a fearful<br /> smiles. Grimm gives Francis an angry hard stare then<br /> turns approaches speaking to Skeeter.<br /><br /> GRIMM (CONT'D)<br /> What I thought... Fuck'n pussies!<br /><br /> Skeeter speaks calm but stern to Francis.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> Tried to be a good neighbor... Let<br /> you fuckers ride all over my<br /> farm... Now you fucking with my<br /> friend.<br /><br /> Skeeter motions Grimm as friend. Skeeter calm but stern<br /> speaks to Francis.<br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> Stay the fuck off my farm... The<br /> whole fuck'n bunch of you... Hear<br /> me bitch!<br /><br /> Skeeter points across field to the group of terroristic<br /> hillbillies on quadrunners.<br /><br /> SKEETER (CONT'D)<br /> Your dirty cops... The whole<br /> fucking drug dealing bunch of<br /> you!.. Stay the fuck off my farm! <br /><br /> Terroristic hillbillies on quadrunners take aim. Multiply<br /> gunshots are heard.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 56 INT. BANK (VANHORN'S OFFICE) - NOON 56<br /><br /> Mann explains.<br /><br /> MANN<br /> Still haven't figured out where he <br /> went... Just disappeared on that<br /> motorcycle.<br /><br /> Macke speaks to Mann. <br /><br /> MACKE<br /> Thought your dirty cops were<br /> keeping Skeeter drugged?<br /><br /> Mann defends himself as he explains.<br /><br /> MANN<br /> Been trying!.. He keeps moving!..<br /> His movements are random<br /> unpredictable!.. Not like before!<br /><br /> Vanhorn serious explains to Mann.<br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> We think he went to the Feds!..<br /> Think they are helping him...<br /> Someone is! <br /><br /> MANN<br /> How can I help?<br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> Need your dirty cops to terrorize<br /> him... Keep him occupied... Need<br /> our drug dealers and addicts to<br /> track his every move.<br /><br /> Macke explains to Mann.<br /><br /> MACKE<br /> We need time to cover up foreclose<br /> and take his farm... Time to<br /> destroy Skeeter financially.<br /><br /> MANN<br /> Count it done... Where are we<br /> going for lunch?<br /><br /> Vanhorn smiles.<br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> Lets get some cheese coneys.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 57 EXT. WOOD DECK-DOCK @ LAKE, GRIMM HOUSE - AFTERNOON 57<br /><br /> Sound of power saw can be heard as Skeeter cuts a board.<br /> Skeeter lays board to joist as Grimm screws board to<br /> joist.<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> They have been selling heroin in<br /> Elementary schools... Gary told<br /> me.<br /><br /> GRIMM<br /> Who are they?<br /><br /> SKEETER<br /> The whole county is in on it!..<br /> All the rich and famous!.. The<br /> Fort Thomas elite profit selling<br /> heroin and crack to our<br /> children... Our children die not<br /> theirs!.. Then they laugh about<br /> their profit margins and snort<br /> cocaine while hosting a charity at<br /> the country club... Fuck "Cake<br /> Town"!<br /><br /> The sound of quadrunners can be heard through the trees<br /> across lake. <br /><br /><br /><br /> 58 EXT. STATE CAPITAL, FRANKFORT KY - MORNING 58<br /><br /> From behind a door displaying "Governor's Office" can be<br /> heard a phone conversation.<br /><br /> GOVERNOR<br /> (VO)<br /> What?.. Please repeat that<br /> Senator... Skeeter did what?<br /><br /> Quiet as Governor listens. Governor angered replies.<br /><br /> GOVERNOR (CONT'D)<br /> To hell with your Feds!.. I want<br /> him dead!<br /><br /><br /><br /> 59 INT. EX-WIFE'S HOUSE - MORNING 59<br /><br /> Robby walks across living room carrying backpack. He<br /> stops to study computer screen displaying " Justice<br /> System of Campbell County" over "Alternative Program<br /> Cafeteria". Robby curious sits down to study screen<br /> closer. Screen displays "Soup Kitchen - Pickup 1" above<br /> "Coney Island - Drop 1" above "Kings Island - Drop 1"<br /> above "Parole Office - Pickup 1" above "Carson - Drop 1".<br /> Joanie walks across living room carrying backpack<br /> followed by Ex-Wife. Robby turns points to computer<br /> screen questions Ex-Wife. <br /><br /> ROBBY<br /> What is this mom?<br /><br /> Ex-Wife angered quickly turns off computer. <br /><br /> EX-WIFE<br /> None of your business!.. Stay out<br /> of my computer.<br /><br /> Ex-wife grabs Robby's backpack places sealed Band-Aid<br /> container inside. Ex-Wife hands Joanie a sealed Band-Aid<br /> container.<br /><br /> EX-WIFE (CONT'D)<br /> Put this in your backpack Joanie.<br /><br /> Joanie objects as she places Band Aids within backpack. <br /><br /> JOANIE<br /> More Band-Aides... Again?<br /><br /> All exit house as screen door slams.<br /><br /> ROBBY<br /> (VO)<br /> Where we going today mom?<br /><br /> EX-WIFE<br /> (VO)<br /> Coney Island...<br /> Then King's Island... Be a great<br /> day!.. Tomorrow we have soup<br /> kitchen. <br /><br /><br /><br /> 60 INT. EX-WIFE'S VAN - MORNING 60<br /><br /> Robby answers cellphone.<br /><br /> ROBBY<br /> Hi Dad!<br /><br /> Ex-wife upset and angry motions to Robby to cover<br /> cellphone.<br /><br /> EX-WIFE<br /> Tell your father we're going to<br /> Sam's.<br /><br /> Robby answers on cellphone. <br /><br /> ROBBY<br /> Mom told me to tell you Sam's.<br /><br /> Joanie yells to cellphone.<br /><br /> JOANIE<br /> Hi dad!<br /><br /> ROBBY<br /> Joanie said hi... What's up pop?<br /><br /> The roar of a group of Iron Horsemen on motorcycles pass.<br /> Two bikers wave as they pass. </pre><pre> <span style="font-size: large;"><b><a href="http://www.kissmyasskentucky.com/2017/11/judge-your-hands-are-bloody-plenty-of.html">Click to Scene 61 -74</a></b></span></pre></div>Steven Jeffrey Cullhttps://plus.google.com/104699146018815840496noreply@blogger.comCampbell County, KY, USA38.8951891 -84.396253538.5001061 -85.0417005 39.2902721 -83.7508065tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522246270076708311.post-50248887983390294382017-10-04T12:07:00.000-07:002017-11-15T13:46:47.151-08:00Judge Your Hands are Bloody. Plenty of Dead Children Your Honor<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><pre><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"><b><u>Screenplay is currently in rewrite</u></b></span></pre><pre><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></pre><pre><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b><u>Chapter II</u></b></span></pre><pre><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"><b>Kenny the Killer</b></span></pre><pre>by Steven Jeffrey Cull</pre><pre>Copyright 2012 WGAW 2010</pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><pre><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Scene 61 - 74</b></span></pre><pre><span style="font-size: large;"><b>First Draft</b></span></pre><pre></pre><pre></pre><pre>61 INT. DEA OFFICE, CINCINNATI OH - NIGHT 61<br /><br /> The lights of Cincinnati downtown can be seen through a<br /> high rise window as Gary sits at his office desk. Gary<br /> observes FBI Bill approach through open door of office.<br /> Gary waves FBI Bill in.<br /><br /> FBI BILL<br /> Got something... Might interest<br /> you.<br /><br /> Gary smiles.<br /><br /> GARY<br /> Donuts!.. How the hell are you?..<br /> What do you got?<br /><br /> FBI BILL<br /> We intercepted a phone<br /> conversation between your Kentucky<br /> dirt bag Congressmen and the White<br /> House about Skeeter... Only got<br /> half... Secrete service scrambled<br /> White House transmissions.<br /><br /> FBI Bill displays USB Zip Drive to Gary<br /><br /> GARY<br /> Which dirt bags? <br /><br /> Gary plugs Zip Drive into his computer.<br /><br /> GARY (CONT'D)<br /> Damn!.. Haven't they fucked<br /> Skeeter enough... They ever going<br /> to retire?<br /><br /> FBI Bill excited explains.<br /><br /> FBI BILL<br /> They want a cover up!.. They want<br /> directives to come from White<br /> House... Listen!.. They claim<br /> Clinton.. Just listen! <br /><br /> FBI Bill sits observes computer screen. Both listen.<br /><br /> RECEPTIONIST 1<br /> (VO)<br /> White House... How may I direct<br /> your call.<br /><br /> BUNNING<br /> (VO)<br /> Code... One six zero one slash one<br /> alpha one alpha K.Y.<br /><br /> RECEPTIONIST 1<br /> (VO)<br /> One moment Senator.<br /><br /> FBI Bill explains to Gary.<br /><br /> FBI BILL<br /> Gary your mentioned in this<br /> conversation...<br /><br /> Gary appears surprised.<br /><br /> GARY<br /> Me?<br /><br /> FBI BILL<br /> The Senator doesn't much care for<br /> you... Or the DEA... Bet he hates<br /> us too.<br /><br /> Gary irritated responds.<br /><br /> GARY<br /> Guess we stepped on their profit<br /> margins... Fuck him!.. Wish the<br /> hell we could bust their fuck'n<br /> criminal congressional asses.<br /><br /> FBI BILL<br /> Hard to bust your boss... And<br /> survive!.. I'd be right there with<br /> you if we could!<br /><br /> FBI Bill smiles as phone conversation continues.<br /><br /> BUNNING<br /> (VO)<br /> This Kentucky thing is getting out<br /> of hand... We need your help to<br /> covering it up.<br /><br /> Gary nods in approval to FBI Bill.<br /><br /> BUNNING (CONT'D)<br /> (VO)<br /> Do you know how many have died?..<br /> Thousands!<br /><br /> Gary smiles.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 62 EXT. LICKING RIVER, POND CREEK RD BRIDGE C.C. - MIDNIGHT62<br /><br /> The sounds of crickets and frogs fade to the song "Pusher<br /> Man" by Steppenwolf. Hillbillies on quadrunners with<br /> shotguns and a Campbell County police cruiser guard the<br /> perimeter of bridge. A boat navigates the darkness of the<br /> river. A quadrunners blinks headlights three times from<br /> shore. Boat backs to shore. A truck backs down hill to<br /> boat. Francis, Alford, and Dirty Cop 1 stand observing<br /> boat crew as they throw bales of marijuana to shore.<br /> Hillbillies appear out of brush and load marijuana to<br /> truck. All involved work silently and quickly. First<br /> truck drives off as second truck backs to boat. Francis,<br /> Alford, and Dirty Cop 1 approach boat. Francis speaks to<br /> captain. <br /><br /> FRANCIS<br /> Now the good stuff.<br /><br /> Captain removes three backpacks from under seat. He hands<br /> one backpack to Alford and one to Dirty Cop 1. Captain<br /> hands last backpack to Francis. Captain smiles as Francis<br /> opens backpack. Francis speaks to Dirty Cop 1. <br /><br /> FRANCIS (CONT'D)<br /> Snow in June... Christmas in July.<br /><br /> Francis speaks to captain.<br /><br /> FRANCIS (CONT'D)<br /> Expect payment transfer in usual<br /> manner. <br /><br /> Captain smiles as he backs boat from shore. Second truck<br /> drives off as all others disappear. All goes silent and<br /> still as the sound of crickets and frogs begin once again<br /> their roar.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 63 EXT. TRANSMISSION SHOP, HEBRON KY - MORNING 63<br /><br /> A Campbell County Sheriff Cruiser enters gravel parking<br /> lot. The roar of four Iron Horsemen on motorcycles<br /> approach and enter parking lot. An overhead doors opens.<br /> One by one Iron horsemen enter garage and exit each<br /> carrying a package. One by one motorcycles exit parking<br /> lot. All travel in different directions. The overhead<br /> closes as the roar of motorcycles subside. Campbell<br /> County Sheriff Cruiser exits parking lot.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 64 INT. BANK VAULT - MORNING 64<br /><br /> Bank Teller 1 places her key unlocking safety deposit<br /> box. Teller 1 smiles.<br /><br /> TELLER 1<br /> Are you needing privacy?<br /><br /> Teller 1 nods yes in agreement.<br /><br /> TELLER 1 (CONT'D)<br /> When your finished let me know. <br /><br /><br /><br /> 65 INT. BANK SAFETY DEPOSIT PRIVATE ROOM - MORNING 65<br /><br /> Safety deposit container is places to table. Numerous<br /> small blocks of powdered drugs are removed and placed<br /> within a ladies large shoulder strap purse.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 66 INT. BANK LOBBY - MORNING 66<br /><br /> Bank president Vanhorn smiles as he approaches holding a<br /> bank transfer slip.<br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> Got what you wanted?.. Need your<br /> signature for the wire transfer...<br /> Sign here... S. J. Cull... Not<br /> Steven J. Cull.<br /><br /> Back of lady can be seen with shoulder strap purse as she<br /> signs S. J. Cull. Vanhorn stands smiling.<br /><br /> VANHORN (CONT'D)<br /> Thank you for payment.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 67 EXT. POND CREEK ROAD BRIDGE AT LICKING RIVER - MORNING67<br /><br /> Skeeter rides motorcycle (Suzy) at high speed entering<br /> bridge. Car approaches from opposite direction followed<br /> by a loud redneck truck. Suddenly truck maneuvers to pass<br /> car as Skeeter approaches head on. Skeeter quickly<br /> swerves motorcycle to small shoulder barely missing<br /> concrete guardrail. Truck blows horn as they pass at high<br /> speed. A hillbilly yell can be heard as truck passes. <br /><br /> YELL 1<br /> Fuck you Skeeter!<br /><br /><br /><br /> 68 INT. LIVING ROOM FRANCIS HOUSE - MORNING 68<br /><br /> Two truckloads of marijuana bales lay upon carpet.<br /> Numerous kilo blocks of powder set upon coffee table<br /> separated by lines of cocaine. Francis sits upon sofa as<br /> Alford, Dirty Cop 1 and Dirty Police Chief 1 enter.<br /> Francis hands 1 kilo of cocaine to each Dirty Cop.<br /><br /> FRANCIS<br /> Give these to our crack boys.<br /><br /> Alford sits on a bale of marijuana as he runs a line of<br /> cocaine. Francis converses on cellphone.<br /><br /> FRANCIS (CONT'D)<br /> Transfer funds from my S. J. Cull<br /> account.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 69 INT. PHARMACY WITH DRIVE THROUGH - NIGHT 69<br /><br /> Pharmicist 1 works drive through window. He responds in a<br /> friendly manner to customer.<br /><br /> PHARMICIST 1<br /> Thank you... Hope you feel better.<br /><br /> Pharmicist 1 walks to medicine shelf empties a bottle of <br /> Oxycotin into a plastic bag. He places Oxycotin bag<br /> within a large shoulder purse. He fills empty Oxycotin<br /> bottle with pills from another bag. He repeats process<br /> with numerous other narcotics. A knock can be heard at<br /> the rear exterior door. Pharmicist 1 opens door hands<br /> shoulder bag out as he receives a check. Pharmicist 1<br /> smiles as he studies check.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 70 INT. NEWS BROADCAST ON TELEVISION - NIGHT 70<br /><br /> NEWSCASTER 1<br /> Five more children have died from<br /> drug overdoses in Northern<br /> Kentucky... Two in Campbell<br /> County... One in Kenton County...<br /> Two in Boone county... Campbell<br /> County Police Chief reports<br /><br /> DIRTY POLICE CHIEF 1 <br /> Their is no drug problem in<br /> Northern Kentucky... These<br /> apparent deaths are a result of<br /> the Cincinnati drug problem... We<br /> will investigate these deaths and<br /> those involved will be arrested.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 71 EXT. HILLTOP OVERLOOKING WOODED WOLF ROAD - AFTERNOON 71<br /><br /> An Alexandria police cruiser sets atop a hillside. Dirty<br /> Cop 3 stands holding rifle as he observes Wolf Road below<br /> through a clearing. The approach of a motorcycle can be<br /> heard as Dirty Cop 3 takes aim.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 72 EXT. WOLF ROAD - AFTERNOON 72<br /><br /> Skeeter approaches riding motorcycle out of the darkness<br /> of a heavily wooded area into a sunlit section. A white<br /> Barn Owl (God) flies from darkness of woods crossing<br /> Skeeter's path. Skeeter swerves as a bullet splinters a<br /> tree slightly above. He continues down road unaware of<br /> occurrence disappearing within the darkness of the next<br /> wooded section.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 73 EXT. HILLTOP OVERLOOKING WOODED WOLF ROAD - AFTERNOON 73<br /><br /> Dirty Cop 3 stands holding rifle as a Red Tail Hawk (God)<br /> sounds its call swooping downward above the head of Dirty<br /> Cop 3. He ducks in fear observing Red Tail Hawk<br /> disappears into sun.<br /><br /><br /><br /> 74 INT. "THE ROOM" AT BANK - NIGHT 74<br /><br /> All sit converse with one another. Noran stands hits<br /> gabble to table. All goes quit as Noran speaks loudly.<br /><br /> NORAN<br /> We have a major problem Skeeter!.. <br /> The airport! Bank!.. The entire<br /> network! Our lives!.. All at risk!<br /><br /> Folgers upset questions Mann.<br /><br /> FOLGERS<br /> Isn't he being drugged?.. What<br /> about the poison?<br /><br /> MANN<br /> Can't drug someone you can't<br /> find... He figured out about the<br /> rat poison!.. Don't drink coffee<br /> at home anymore.<br /><br /> FOLGERS<br /> You mean to tell me a parole<br /> office entire State law<br /> enforcement and Justice systems<br /> can not track one redneck on a<br /> motorcycle?<br /><br /> Noran interrupts.<br /><br /> NORAN<br /> We have bigger problems!.. Skeeter<br /> refuses to make payments!.. Says<br /> he refuses to finance drug<br /> dealers... Our bank!<br /><br /> CRAWFORD<br /> We need to take his farm!<br /><br /> Noran speaks to Folgers.<br /><br /> NORAN<br /> We need to reestablish his<br /> mortgages without his knowledge. <br /><br /> Deering intercedes with a evil smile.<br /><br /> DEERING<br /> When Skeeter's wife left him... He<br /> came to me to have his Will<br /> redone... Knowing the situation...<br /> I convinced Skeeter to name his<br /> brother Brad executor... Giving<br /> Brad Power of Attorney... In the<br /> event Skeeter becomes impaired...<br /> Brad can sign Skeeter's<br /> mortgages... Claim Power of<br /> Attorney... Claim Skeeter is<br /> mentally impaired... <br /><br /> Walsh interrupts.<br /><br /> WALSH<br /> We used this same technique with<br /> his ex wife earlier to covered up<br /> embezzlements.<br /><br /> Noran questions Deering.<br /><br /> NORAN<br /> How do you know his brother will<br /> betray him?<br /><br /> Vanhorn explains to Noran and Folgers.<br /><br /> VANHORN<br /> He will... Greed! <br /><br /> Crawford interrupts.<br /><br /> CRAWFORD<br /> Brad and Doug will do exactly as<br /> we demand... Call it blackmail...<br /> Plus a cut of the action! <br /><br /> Hosea adds.<br /><br /> HOSEA<br /> Can't count on Associates...<br /> They're rooting for Skeeter!..<br /> They call us ball-less bank<br /> bitches!.. They respect Skeeter<br /> for fighting us... Let me quote.<br /><br /> Hosea looks to his note-pad.<br /><br /> HOSEA (CONT'D)<br /> We love this crazy son of a<br /> bitch... Takes on the whole <br /> world not afraid to die... Like we<br /> did in our day. <br /><br /> Noran speaks angry loud.<br /><br /> NORAN<br /> Fuck those old bastards... Tell<br /> grandpa to wear a diaper!.. We're<br /> in charge!<br /><br /> Folgers interrupts then stands as Walsh and Deering<br /> gather their paperwork.<br /><br /> FOLGERS<br /> Excuse me gentleman... We...<br /><br /> Noran interrupts speaks angry loud.<br /><br /> NORAN<br /> Sit down Judge!.. Sit the fuck<br /> down!<br /><br /> Folgers looks to Walsh. Folgers sits.<br /><br /> CRAWFORD<br /> Problem is not the association...<br /> Problem is Skeeter!<br /><br /> Noran speaks angry loud.<br /><br /> NORAN<br /> Need to contract a Hit!<br /><br /> Folgers stands walks towards exit.<br /><br /> FOLGERS<br /> We can not be affiliated with<br /> murder. <br /><br /> Noran yells angry loud to Folgers.<br /><br /> NORAN<br /> Dead children!.. Your hands are<br /> bloody just like ours!.. No way<br /> out!.. Skeeter goes down or we all<br /> go down!<br /><br /> Noran smiles an evil smile.<br /><br /> NORAN (CONT'D)<br /> Your Honor!</pre><pre><span style="font-size: large;"><b> <a href="http://www.kissmyasskentucky.com/2017/11/heard-bank-cut-your-ear-off-heard-their.html">Click to Scene 75 - 83</a></b></span></pre></div>Steven Jeffrey Cullhttps://plus.google.com/104699146018815840496noreply@blogger.comCampbell County, KY, USA38.8951891 -84.396253538.5001061 -85.0417005 39.2902721 -83.7508065