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Permalink Reply by Romulus on March 8, 2008 at 1:27am

Roger, drives by some people singing to the song. Shots follow Roger. He turns off the radio. Shots cut to Roger driving in the car. He sees a couple fighting next to his car as he rolls up to a stop sign. Shots cut to a man and to his wife fighting on the sidewalk. The woman has friends with her. The guy has someone with him.

“You shut the f*** up! If you could shut the f*** up then maybe I would have been home on time.”
The man keeps driving. Shot goes back to what was happening on the corner.
“Oh, no. No, you didn’t just tell me to shut the f*** up. You lazy ass, good for nothing, little punk bandaeho. That’s how you’re gonna’ talk to a woman, b****? You’re a little b****.”
“Ellah, forget it! Come over my place. Or let’s go get a drink.”
“No. I’m not going to forget it.”
“Come on, Ellah, forget it. I’ll buy you a drink.”
“Yeah, go, and break somebody else’s balls.”
“Why? Because you don’t have any for me to break? Huh, b****?”
“Hey, get the f*** out of here. Get away from me! B****.”
“No, I said you’re the b****!”
“Bitch, you’d better get the f*** away from me.”
“Not until you say you’re the b****.”
“Oh, you want to go back to court with this m***********!”
“You right poota.” She points her finger in her husband’s face.
He pushes her hand away. “You’d better keep your finger out of my face, woman.”
“Oh, what are you ‘gonna do? You’re ‘gonna hit me? Go ahead, try it, you son of a b****.”
“Hey! Leave my mother out of this, Ellah. My mother didn’t call you no b****. No, you did! You called me a b****. So now I’m ‘gonna call you and your mother a b**** from now on, b****. How do you like it, b****? Do you like being called a b****, b****?”
Her friend pulls her away by the arm, and then by the body. “Ok, Ellah, he doesn’t mean it. He’s sorry.”
“He’s not sorry.”
“Tell her you’re sorry, Johnny!”
“Bitch.”

Shots cut to me at the gas station. My father gets out to put the gas in. My wife gets out to do it. “No, let me do it.” She takes it from him:

“I’m going inside for a second.”
“No!” My father and my wife say at once. “We’re already late,” they say again, at the same time.”
“It says pay inside. I’ll tell him to reset it.”
“Don’t start talking to anyone,” yells my wife.

Shots cut to the kids about to find out they won the lotto. Chuck was at the cash register. He is twitching, and having spasms on his face. Having a conversation with a customer. The kids are having their own conversation as they exit the car. Two of them stay in the car.

“Jim, get me a Slim Jim.”
“Mo, no.”
“Jim! Get me a Slim Jim!”
“Mo, no!”
“Please!”
“I’ll get you the Slim Jim.”
“Someone cares.”
“Dude, I’m not exactly financially fluent, myself, but I worry for this kid.”
“Check the lotto tickets!”
“Mo, don’t jinx it!”
“Jim! Get me a Slim Jim!”
“Mo! No!”

Shots of me in resetting the pump.

“No, look, every time I come in here you are miserable. And then you want me to teach you about big business. But you don’t listen! So why should I waste anymore time on it?”
“But, look, you want me to complete a thousand tasks. But what happens if I do all these tasks and you’re wrong?”
“Look, Chuck, before you complete the hundredth task you will be well on your way to being a millionaire. I told you that! And that was over a year ago.”
“Yeah, how come no other millionaires had to pretend they were a super hero?”
“Chuck, that’s exactly what makes it a good P.R. angle. Because, in the end, if you complete each of the tasks the way I’m telling you to, sequentially, then, the fact that you believe you are a super hero will only make you a minor celebrity. And minor celebrity status won’t necessarily make you a millionaire. But! The completion of the rest of the tasks, in sequential orchestration with, and born from the seed of minor celebrity status, will come a flower in time. And of a metaphysic, balance, being, and a mighty mind. And with real celebrity status come millions. But with the last part comes the ability to move mountains, plant gardens, and to move with the fluidity of ancient streams. But you’ll also gain the support of my P.R. group, to help you through it. But, first, you know the deal.”
“Dude! Why do you have to talk like that!? And so how come you don’t have to make anyone believe that you believe you are a super hero?”
“Dude, I am a super hero. And I don’t believe it. I know it. How come you think I’m organizing Public Relations teams?”
“No, you’re not. You never came in here as a super hero.”
“Dude, I’m Romulus.”

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Permalink Reply by Romulus on March 8, 2008 at 2:13am

Shots cut to another part inside the gas station. The boss is arguing with some little kids. Because he tells them that he knows 50 Cent. And they don’t believe him. Other people come in:

“You don’t know 50!”
“I’m telling you! We tight, son. We brothers.”
“What!?”
“In fact, me, and him working on a rap I wrote.”
“No. Spit it! Let me see you dime.”
“52, 52, here comes me, too. Gas Station Man, rapping. I’m talking to you. The one by the Tiger. The one in the game. A new kind of petrol. A new octane. Here comes thunder. Pump to the hole. Thunder road follows. We do what we go. We needed petrol. Some lovely waters and such. Come get your petrol. And get all that stuff.”
“We won! We won!” (Kids figure out they won). Rapture Man is checking them out.”
“Get out!”
“Ahhhh!” (Other kids find out they won the lotto).

Shots cut to Maria’s father outside the pizza shop. He is wearing an apron, and holding a broom. He is looking over to where someone is pulling into a parking spot. Another man his age gets out of the passenger side door:

“Are you ready, player?”
“Yeah, let me go tell my daughter.”
“Hey, dad, get me a couple of chicken cutlets for the road.”
“Come inside and eat it.”
“We don’t have time.”

Shots cut to my wife on the phone with Laurie.

“Laurie, what’s the matter?”
“Nothing baby. Why you say?”
“I thought this was your big day to get ready for the party? You were talking about this day all week. And now you don’t sound happy.”
“First I was in a good dream. Now I can’t remember it. Because people keep dropping off envelops to my house and running away.”
“Envelops?”
“Envelops! So I open them up, right?”
“Yeah.”
“So there’s money in them.”
“For what?”
“I don’t know!”
“Why don’t you just ask them?”
“They run away! So now I’m sitting here. I made my neighbor come over. And now Tracy don’t want to help me. She was supposed to go all around with me today. This was the day we were supposed to pick up all the money for the surprise I told you about.”
“Yeah, but you never told me what it was. Because it was a secret. But we got a hundred people to put money in, and to get ten people, each, themselves, to get 50 Cent to perform a concert for us, for my son.”
“For your son, Laurie?”
“For me! But then I know my son can have a party where a lot of girls will be at. So it’s for him, too. But now Tracy’ son got arrested. And the whole spirit of the day is gone now. Probably the only reason I’m not crying is that there’s so much money in front of me.”

Shots cut to the gas station.

Chuck is handling a customer and talking to his boss. “Wally, what would you say if I told you that I really believed I was the last global super hero?”

Shots cut to me outside the gas station. There is an Indian girl who looks upset. I recognize her.

“Peachy!”
“Oh, hi, how have you been?”
“Fine, how’s your brother?”
“He’s fine.”
“Tell him we have to go fishing. The worm guy keeps asking for him.”
“The what?”
“He’ll tell you. What’s the matter?”
“Oh, I don’t know. I was on a date.”
“Poor date?”
“No, it was a good date. But it is with someone my family would never approve of for me. You know them.”
“What’s your brother think?”
“I can’t even tell him. I’ll tell you if you don’t tell anyone.”
“What is it? We were on a date?”
“Yeah.”
“Anthony! Come on! We’re late!”
“Ok, I have to go. But please tell your brother to call me. And tell him. And tell him I said to shut up. You’re his sister.”
“Ok, I was just about to call him right now.”

Shots cut to an Indian food restaurant. Some guy enters with urgency.

“I have urgency, brother.”
“I drove all the way from Boston to tell you this.”
“Hey, calm down. We have customers. What is it? Hold on. Hello sir. Is everything not perfect?”
“Yes, very perfect. But that’s why I came up here. We’re going to need about three more orders of that flat bread. Whatever it’s called. That beautiful bread. Delectable.”

Shots cut to the old men outside the pizza place:

“She doesn’t drink. I’m staying at the beach with her sister. And she’ll drive you guys home at night, with these guys.”
“What!?”
“Tell him to bring me some cutlets. With sauce.”
Shots show someone taking a long, deep breath of a piece of pizza. They hold it up close to their face. And then, to someone else, fork, and knife, in hand, gently inhaling the aroma from above. Then to people sitting together. Then to someone making a mess on themself while eating. Then to someone gently dabbing the corners of their mouth with a neatly folded napkin and savoring it in a long, more distinguished way.
We hear the sound of the door opening while watching one of the eaters. Someone is ordering something. “Maria, call Steve. I thought he’s a-gonna’ be here by now.”
“I know! I need him to drop off some pizzas!”

Shots cut to the Indian food restaurant. “So I was on a date last night with that girl I met on the internet.”
“Oh, yeah, how’d that go?”
“Oh, that’s another story. But it went well. That’s how come I didn’t tell you sooner.”
“Tell me what?”
“So I was on a date with her. And after the dinner we were back in my car. And she pulled out this little thing she was showing me.”
“Wait! So she was a man?”
“No, you imbecile. It was some thing she bought on television. Anyway, she’s like put these headphones on, and listen. Now this thing, it looks like a walkman. But it is really some kind of listening device.”
“Yeah?”
“So I put it on. And all of a sudden I can hear the conversation that a couple of people are having a few cars down from us.”
“What did they say?”
“At first it was regular stuff. But then he started talking about how his job wasn’t as glamorous as it was made out to be. Because he was always traveling around. And even though he got to eat a lot of nice food, he missed a nice home cooked meal. Anyway the guy was the Spontaneous Critic. You know; the guy who reviews all the restaurants in the newspaper. And he’s in magazines, and on the television.”
“Yes, I’m very familiar with who he is. Basically this is the guy who can make, or can break an eating establishment. And! Nobody knows who he is. So if you’re telling me you know who he is. This could be big. But I doubt he’ll ever come in here, anyway.”
“It’s bigger than that.”
“What?”
“Yeah, and so that’s what, and why I had to tell you. Because I love you. And even though I love this woman more than anything; and even though I could be disowned from the family I had to tell you. Because there is a good chance she will tell somebody in her family. Because what we heard is hard to keep a secret.”
“What!? For the sake of sanity! What, Baji?”
“But I can’t tell you, at the same time, because you will not understand. And because we each swore to each other that we wouldn’t say anything.”
“What!? What is it!? I’m not good with suspense, brother.”

Shots cut to the guys standing on the dock.

“Didn’t I tell you not to put it in the water without tying it up.”
“I had it partially on shore.”
“You’re going in to get it now.”
“He can’t swim.”
“Ok, go get the inflatable in the back of my car. One of us will swim over to get the boat.”

Shots cut back to the Indian Restaurant.

And, so, then, I couldn’t let it be. But get this; I guess he took a date to work with him. Because they started kissing, too. And let me tell you this; the Spontanious Critic is a freak! The guy was, how should we say, rounding the bases with his little dinner partner. And that’s another story. But Babaji, can I confess a secret to you?”
“Yes, anything, what is it my brother?”
The phone rings. Babaji answers. “Hello, Pallet of India.”
Shots cut to Peach’s brother at a pay phone. His cell phone rings. He talks into the payphone real quick. “You make me sick with you food,” he says in a disguised voice. Hangs up the pay phone and answers the cell phone, “what!?”
“What are you doing?”
“I was in the middle of crank calling the enemy.”
“Dobi, that’s why these fudes never cease.”

Shots cut back to the other Indian food restaurant.

“I don’t know. Every day we get these phone calls. I know it’s someone from the restaurant next door.”
“So forget it. What is it?”
“I didn’t really meet my date on the internet.”
“Oh, you don’t have to tell me this. That’s your business Sanji. I don’t care where you meet your girlfriends.”
“No, it’s not that, Sanj. It’s that she is Emellah, daughter of the Comburi family.”
“The other restaurant? Not the same family that opened another Indian restaurant, right next door to this one?! Not a daughter of that family, of the family who cut our successful business in half. Not the sworn enemies of our family, Sanji!? Because then you are not my brother. And so tell me it isn’t so, Sanja! Tell me it isn’t so!”
“Sanji.”
“Sanji? Don’t Sanji me. It’s a thousand year feud! This family has made your family a sworn enemy of your for a thousand years! The whole reason we left India was to flee the brutality of their resentment of us, Babaji. And so we come here, to America. And we open a successful business. And they find out about it. So what do they do? They come over and open another Indian food restaurant right next to ours! Cutting our success in half, Babaji, in half. And what do you do? You go on a date with their daughter!”

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Permalink Reply by Romulus on March 8, 2008 at 2:24am

“Well, then you’d better get your superior in here. Because this is my prisoner. And I could care less his opinion of him. Or of his opinion in general. And why? Because this is a federal investigation. And I don’t have to. In fact, if he wants to keep flapping his gums. I’ll put him in the same seat as the suspect. And I’m going to start treating him like he’s got some involvement in this break out, as well. So go tell him that. Right now! Tell him to challenge my authority.”


Shots cut back to me and to Mike Mike sitting in the car.

“So where you going?”
“Oh, I have to go to work at the Hospital. I work at the hospital now. My boss is going to kill me because I’m late. But I can’t take it. All week she’s been crazy, because of the guy who escaped from the prison.”
“Yeah, XXXX knew him. He said the guy was real scary to talk to. Like he would take over people’s minds, and stuff. So he brainwashed XXXX’s partner. You are going to hear about it on the news tonight. How they discovered how he’d helped him escape.”
“Yeah?”
“XXXXX, has been downtown, getting questioned by the police all day.”
“Oh, that’s good.”
“Why is it good?”
“Because now I have an excuse for being late. I can say that I was investigating her man, The killer.”
“She knows him?”
“No, but she knows of him. Because she is writing a book on the crimes related in, and around hospitals. And he’s one of the main guys. Because even though they eventually caught him. They never figured out how he got away with it.”
“What?”
“He pretends to be a doctor. And he gets away with it. Because he went to school to be a doctor. So he knows all the terminologies, and the procedures, et cetera. But he also went to movie making school. And he is a master of disguises. He’s so good at it that he was able to assume the identity of actual doctors. Their secretaries, their colleagues, and nobody was able to tell the difference.”
“Yeah, XXXX had mentioned about him before. He said he’s afraid to look him directly in the eyes. He said.

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Permalink Reply by Romulus on March 8, 2008 at 2:25am

“Hey, Mr. Gunns, good to see you, man.”
“Hey, Romulus.”
“You know it.”
“Yeah, me catch with you. Hey, my grandson raps.”
“Like from a sling shot. A slight and I goes. Here comes a rocket. I rock when I rolls. Plugged in the socket. Electric I comes. I’m ripping, rapping, and I’m second to none’s.”
“Hey, that’s talent!”
“Our friend is teaching the class right now, mon. He’s trying to teach Hartford the Rasta, for a diffrent isle, on a different land, mon.”
“That’s it man! Wait until you read the Determinations of a Free Man, a little thing I’m going to cook up.”
“Yeah. So you making a college in a game, mon. Know I, mon. Sounds like a good ting you doin’, mon. But him boy don’t know the Rasta. Him try. But him wrong for I.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Is a good idea. Don’t get me wrong. I just think it’s a little too much security. And it’s not for my boy. But, you know what? I bet you could help a lot of poor kids like that. If it works.”
“Ticky, what are you doing out there?”
“Security?”
“Anyway, we can help promote him as a rapper, the way we’re going to set up the school. Forget about it. We’re going to write country, rock, blues, and Neo-Renaissance, a new genre of music all together.”
“Didn’t I tell you they were going to fire you if you missed any more work? And you’re supposed to be doing a double!”
“No, I switched shifts with Bull’s Eye, and with Dartboard. I’m supposed to meet your brother here, for the game.”
“The game?”
“The school. Remember we were telling you about it? The religion.”
“Get in here!”
“Alright, see you guys. Oh, how about the rasta, though? Do you think you could give a guest lecture, one day, after we’ve started up the college?”
“Yeah, him see, man. Him see.”

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Permalink Reply by Romulus on March 8, 2008 at 2:30am

“Like that. And everybody was feeling it, right? And one guy, Alfie, he goes, ‘Ahhh! One mystic life! One mystic life!’ Because that was the song I’d been singing before this one. But he throws a pen cap across the hub. Someone throws a pen. Someone else throws a clip board. Someone else threw a chair. Everything started going. One guy threw his own lunch. A peanut butter sandwich. He cast it like a discus, actually, he didn’t throw it. He cast it. And it was right at the door to the hub. And this one guy. The cool manager. He walks through right into the trajectory of the sandwich, and is taken out. Floored, with peanut butter, and jelly all over his face and head. But then! One guy, Dino, he goes, ‘walk out!’ One guy yells out; ‘freedom Yemen poor boy!’ At that point I sat down, and put my head in my hand. Much like my father looks right now. Anyway everyone was going nuts. And the guy comes in screaming. Then he fired me. Because they’d heard the singing. So they made an example out of me for the chaos that broke out.”


Shot cuts to Lauri answering the phone.

“Principal.”
“You ran out of gas?!”
“So what did you call the principal line for that?”
“You wouldn’t have answered the other line.”
“And why’s that?”
“Because you’re running the school.”
“Exactly.” Lauri, hangs up the phone on him.
“Ahh! She hung up on me.”
“Now what the junk we’re gonna’ do?”
Some kids drive by on mopeds. The guys look at each other. “Hey!”

Shots cut back to the doctor’s office:

“That’s one of the secret employees of my P.R. team. He is making everyone believe that he believes he is a super hero.”
“Why is he doing that? Because he’s doing it in relation to an overall business agenda. But that has nothing to do with Roger Mayweather.”
“What has?”
“The public relations team.”
“Holy god.”
“In Hartford, the creation of a street college has already begun.”
“Continue.”

Shots cut to Lauri’s house. She is talking to her brother on the cell phone:

“(No! You end that class! And you come here right now!” She hangs up the phone, and goes from serious to laughing). “So what’s all this money for? I’m not even laughing. A crazy thought just popped into my head though.”
“No, it was when we were little. This reminds me of the time he used to take rental bikes from the shop where we lived next to. And then rent them out to his friends”.
“Yeah, and why me, dog? He told me to be here, too.”
“It’s for the kids.”
“What kids!?”

A guy who used to be a rapper in the seventies is driving down the highway in a car with no front windshield, and with no rear windshield. Someone is in the car with him. And they are yelling while talking to one another. Because the wind is coming through the windowless car. They are both wearing goggles. The rapper who is no longer a rapper is telling his friend about how his dry-cleaner wants him to be in a movie:

“No! Don’t turn that up! Only my nephew knows how to turn it down, or off.”
“Yo! With the wind! The music! And that bandana over your mouth. I didn’t hear one thing you just said!”
“I said if you turn up the volume, you can’t turn it down again!”
“Oh! I shouldn’t have turned it up.”
“That’s part of the game.”
“What!?”
“I said the same kid who gave me this music is the same kid who made the game.”
“Oh! I want to play that!”
“But that’s why we’re making the movie. It’s part of the game.”
“Ahh!” Passenger gags. “I just ate a bug! A huge bug just flew in my mouth!”

Shots cut to some drunk hockey players on a row boat in a lake, or a pond somewhere. Two of the guys are shaking the boat and one of the guys is freaking out, because he can’t swim. One of them had just finished dialing a cell phone number.

“Hey, come on, man, when are you guys ever gonna grow up!?”
“Ahh! We! La! Tradition, son.”
“Ahh! We! La!” Two of them keep chanting as they’re shaking the boat.
“Yo, I’m calling the coach right now.”

Shots cut to an indian kid looking into the mirror, and practicing his acting/rapping.

“Cougar Nid, he rhymes, the kid. Go and tell your momma, and your dad I did.”
“Cougar, go, and take out the garbage. How about that, kid?”
“Yeah, how about me? Cougar, comes with a growl. But he leads with a yawn. Leading on the miles that the ladies are on. Cougar. Ask for the kid! Call upon the Cougar! Call me Cougar Nid. Cougar. Cougar, the name for it, kid.
“Wheeahh!” Cougar’s mother puts up her fingers like she is a cat. “Cougar, go take out the garbage, Cougar, or you will meet Tiger mom.”

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Permalink Reply by Romulus on March 8, 2008 at 2:37am

Shots cut to a whole bunch of scary crazy people in the South Bronx. Some guy starts talking to them. True story, an insane asylum went out of business. And they just put all the people on the street. So this will be a spoof on that reality. Because of the fact that there is a Boston song, and a couple of New York songs for the sound track to the screen play to be written from this scripted outline of it:
(Song comes on the radio in the background):

Park Place of Dreams

In the Park Place of Kings.
On the Broadway of dreams.
In the days - - in the nights.
In the burrows of life.
In the burrows of dreams.
On the Park Place of kings.

In New York.
In New York.
On the wind with all the towers seen.

In New York.
In New York.
We begin within a Park Place dream.

In the lights of Time Square,
When the midnight turns on.
On the highway get there.
On the pretty notes that we dawn!

In New York.
In New York.
To New York with my song.

Been the king of queens for so long!
Oh, aren’t we strong!?
Here comes another New York song.

And it’s New York this time.
Don’t we, from the burrows, cool,
Like a dream, do we come to mind!?
So strong!
So strong!

Don’t we, from the burrows, cool,
And a new day will dawn!
So strong!
So strong!

In New York.
In New York.
In a pretty dream do we dawn?

In New York.
In New York.
To New York with my song.

In the Bronx and in Brooklyn.
In Yonkers – And North!
All the way from the mountains.
Every day to the shores!

Lead me to the burrows, cool,
And the bevy of stores!

In New York.
In New York.
You could always get yours.

In the Park Place of kings.
On a highway to be mighty things.

Like New York.
Like New York.
On a highway to be king of queens.

Boom...

Other guys talking in the background explain it:

“No, shhh! The idea is, they don’t even got Id’s. They don’t even know who they are, most of them.”
“Frankly, they closed down the insane asylum. And they had nowhere to put everybody. So they just live there now.”
“Shh!”
“So he’s going to drop them off in Hartford. Boom. Another state’s problem. We buy the leases on these shops, cheap.”
“Ok, you’ve all shown up. On behalf of the vacation committee, we would like to wish you a wonderful trip.”
“Donny, take care of these guys.”
“Yeah, where’s the money?”
“You’ll get it after you arrive at the resort.”
“I saw god.” (Guy brandishes a switch blade).
“Mr. Stone, I’m sorry. You know what. I’m getting really nervous right now. I can’t hold their money.”
“Ok, don’t worry. I’m gonna’ send my man with you. To make sure everything gets to their destination alright.”
“Is he armed?”
“Yeah, boss, and where I’m gonna’ sit? I can’t go with these guys.”
“Have some balls, Stan. And you. You and we had an agreement. I could take you to court for prejudice against my clients.”
“Somehow I think the judge might understand my point of view.”
“Ok, look, we already made the agreement. But if it’s not enough. Here’s another fifteen hundred. A few hours from now it will all be over. Out of state. Out of mind. Just take them at least as far as Hartford. That’s the deal.”

Shots cut to the doctor’s office:

“I can’t take it! Doctor, wait ‘till you hear about Jim Bob.”
“Ok, so we’ll get to Jim Bob. But first what’s the point of the game?”
“Good old Jim Bob.”
“First think about Hollywood, and why it exists. It’s because someone invented it. It’s made up. But I believe a healthier, more godly foundation could be constructed, and maybe, in great part, by us. So that’s what I’m doing. With no money. No means. Just the will to survive. And the fire of my education.”
“So the game is like Hollywood?”
“The game is about making the Campus Marcius like the Campus Marcius, like America’s potential.

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Permalink Reply by Romulus on March 8, 2008 at 2:39am

Like New York.
Like New York.
On a highway to be king of queens.

Boom...

Other guys talking in the background explain it:

“No, shhh! The idea is, they don’t even got Id’s. They don’t even know who they are, most of them.”
“Frankly, they closed down the insane asylum. And they had nowhere to put everybody. So they just live there now.”
“Shh!”
“So he’s going to drop them off in Hartford. Boom. Another state’s problem. We buy the leases on these shops, cheap.”
“Ok, you’ve all shown up. On behalf of the vacation committee, we would like to wish you a wonderful trip.”
“Donny, take care of these guys.”
“Yeah, where’s the money?”
“You’ll get it after you arrive at the resort.”
“I saw god.” (Guy brandishes a switch blade).
“Mr. Stone, I’m sorry. You know what. I’m getting really nervous right now. I can’t hold their money.”
“Ok, don’t worry. I’m gonna’ send my man with you. To make sure everything gets to their destination alright.”
“Is he armed?”
“Yeah, boss, and where I’m gonna’ sit? I can’t go with these guys.”
“Have some balls, Stan. And you. You and we had an agreement. I could take you to court for prejudice against my clients.”
“Somehow I think the judge might understand my point of view.”
“Ok, look, we already made the agreement. But if it’s not enough. Here’s another fifteen hundred. A few hours from now it will all be over. Out of state. Out of mind. Just take them at least as far as Hartford. That’s the deal.”

Shots cut to Lauri and to someone with her, silent, looking at a bunch of checks, and money in front of them. Someone knocks on the door. They put something over the money:

“Go get the door,” says Lauri.
“Who?”
“Q-Tip.”
“Oh, come in here. How’s your momma?”
“She’s fine.”
“People keep dropping envelopes and running away. What is it? And where is my brother?”
“It’s the sign up form. And the profile submission form. And your brother is right around the corner. He said he’s coming here now.”
“What’s going on?”
“He’s teaching a class.”
“A class!? My brother didn’t graduate from grammar school! Who’s gonna’ drop off money like that, to take a class with this flunky?”
“I don’t know. I don’t have any money. But he told me to come here.”
“What!? Where is my brother now?”
“He’s around the corner, teaching Ragae 101.
“What!?”

Shots cut back to the gas station. One guy is walking in. Shots cut inside. The customer at the register says:

“Here comes your brother.”



Shots cut to the hospital.
The girl is crying about the dropped ice cream cone. And a Friendly’s employee is presenting the child with a new one.
A security guard is talking to his boss, the head security guard.

“Isn’t it sad to drop your ice cream cone?”
“Where is Watson? And what are you doing in uniform!? Didn’t I tell you to do a perimeter surveillance check, under cover?”
“With all respect, general, mam, you’re crazy, boss. Some guy escapes from the prison in another part of the state. And you think he’s coming here? And me changing out of my uniform, into a disguise, and walking over a mile around this complex, staring at all the doctors like I’m nuts. Then I have to come back, change again, and for what? Ain’t no escaped convict gonna’ come to no Hospital and pretend to be no doctor!”
“First of all. It’s isn’t. Or no convict is going to. But you have a medical issue. So I’m being patient with you. And second of all, that’s a good idea. Maybe you should stay undercover.”
“What medical issue?”


Shots cut to the guys in the row boat. They are paddling, and start singing row, row, row your boat, one after another.

Shots cut to the doctor’s office.

“Did you ever hear of the Spontaneous Critic?”
“Of course.”
“Well, it turns out, he’s my professor, but it’s top secret.”
“So how do you know?”

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Permalink Reply by Romulus on March 8, 2008 at 2:44am

“I’m not in control of the college yet. And there are a lot of different characters associating together, unknowingly, through the game. But when we have enough people ready to step together; we’re going to step together, at once. And we have a bunch of investments to make money. So we can afford to operate the game, interactively, at that.”
“Doctor, when are we going to hear about Jim Bob. Jim Bob, is going on the news this evening, doctor.”
“Ok. Who’s Jim Bob?”

Shots cut to a young man from the suburbs rolling up joints and putting them on a table next to him. Someone knocks on his door. He looks paranoid for a second. Balloons are in the air.

“Who’s there?”
“It’s me!”
“Come in!”
“Oh, you’re at it again.” Three young men enter with a female friend, too. They see a whole bunch of balloons floating on the ceiling of the guy’s house.
“Dude! Jim Bob! We were at the shopping center today. (Rapper’s name) was shooting a video down there!”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah! And one of your legalization balloons flew into the parking lot. Dude, it almost didn’t float away. But I took a joint off it. It hovered.”
“It hovered?”
“Dude! It hovered. But it wasn’t like one of your regular legalization balloons.”
“I know, we just released it from Stew’s house, this morning. We designed it to hover.”
“Dude, that was a lot of balloons tied together!”
“It was pretty ingenious.”
“It’s a propaganda machine.”
“What!?”
“Dude, that balloon was engineered to hover. We get a whole bunch of balloons. And then we add a whole bunch of legalization letters, designed to break free during the journey.”
“Dude, so all the people were there. This big floating mass of balloons comes. But it wasn’t floating, even after I took a nick off it, thanks, by the way. But then it floated right over to (artist’s name). He hits it.”
“Yeah!”
“Yeah, into the crowd, like a volley ball.”
“So everyone starts bouncing it around. All these legalization letters, and joints start dropping off it. And I guess it released a lot of weight. Because then it just floated away. Not before being on the news though.”
“Bud, we just heard about you on the radio. The D.J. said it was on the news last night, too, about your legalization balloons.”
“I didn’t even know that.”
“Yeah, there will be a story on it at eleven.”
“Did you know there is a two thousand dollar reward for information leading to your capture?”
“Just a few more batches.”
“Well, we just came to warn you.”
“Bud, can I have a joint please?”
“But, dude, we also came over here because we think you have a problem.”
“What problem?”

Shots cut to some old Jamaican guys looking over a sheet about the school.

“Beach Man! Where you come by this paper, man?”
“My friend is the gym teacher. Yeah, a week ago he was on the verge of death.”
“From what?”
“Alcohol. My old neighbor. Right across the street from where I live now. I’ll tell you. Everyone on the street keeps asking me about that school, too, because the see what it did for old Stewart. My other neighbor. I just saw her down the street. She said he’s still drinking. But now there are long gaps between sessions. And he doesn’t drink ‘till the point where he passes out anymore. Going around with a whistle on his neck. I say god bless him.”
“But what kind of school is this, man?”
“This is perfect for my son, and my grand son. How I could get them joined in?”
Some guy starts singing Ragae. Some kids are looking through a fireworks catalog. “Oh, mommy, take some time today. Take my worried mind away. And make some love with rasta man. Like we’s on Jamaican Sand. Come on! Be the fool, baby. Jamaica sees. On the valley! On the breeze. Like the waves, you come and go. But I always, constant, flow. Freestyle! Freestyle! Me never grow old! Me rock the mountain bloody. Me ragae not old.”



Shots cut back to the doctor’s office:

“I can’t take it. He doesn’t even have a job. Because even if Laurie doesn’t fire him. It’s just a matter of time.”
“Well what do you hope to get out of all this?”
“Besides being my own boss. I want to get the Revolution going again.”
“What revolution?”
“The Revolution that paved the way for the Republic for which we stand.”
“I can’t take it!”
“Why don’t you wait downstairs for a half hour.”
“Thank you.”
“There is a Trojan Horse in this country.”
“Wait ‘till I get out of the room.”
“Democracy has a Trojan Horse inside it.”
“Wait! But make sure you tell her about the poor kid at the gas station. I don’t want to hear about that either.”


Shots cut to a college age girl in her room talking on the telephone. Her boyfriend is sneaking in the window via ladder. He gets in. The ladder falls. Her mother is calling her:

“Aniline, your father and I are going golfing. But you know you are grounded. So you’d better not leave. And don’t try to bribe the gardeners. You’ll only make it worse for yourself. ”
“Ok, mom.”
“Did you just hear that sound in the back yard? Oh, it was me, mom. I dropped something.”
“Aniline, what did you drop?”
“Don’t worry about it, mom. It fell in the mud. So I’ll get it.”
“What, dear?”
“Oh, it was just my hair dryer.”
“Your hair dryer!?”
“Oh, I was dangling it by the cord out the window. And it slipped out of my hands.”
“For god’s sake. What did we tell you about dangling appliances out the window while you’re on the phone, darling.”
“Sorry mom.”

Shows the parents leaving.

“Don’t worry. She’s just got her mind preoccupied with the party bunny.”
(Gardeners in the distance silent acting. Slapstick comedy.)

Shots of the gardeners standing in front of each other, each holding a glove in their hand. “Ok, what level of balance do you want to challenge me at?”
“Two.”
“Jab, right hand? Or it could be a lead left.”
“Whatever,” the guy slaps the guy across the face with the glove. And then he comes back, and backhands him with the glove. The husband is talking to the wife as they exit the house. Gardeners seen in the distance. Parents glance at them and go back to their conversation.
“No, silly rabbit. A man from my work heard about the party. So I had to invite him. I told him not to tell anybody else. But come to find out, Charleen, she heard about it from some stranger at lunch. And then, well, you know, Charleen told everyone. Now everyone from my work wants to come now. Forget about it down at the grocery store. I told them they had to reserve a spot with Analine.”

Shots cut back to Aniline’s friends on the phone. “Aniline, this sounds like a blast.”
“Whatever, we’re there though.”
“Yes! I know. Because there are a lot of good places to go on the fourth of July. But I am telling you. This is designed to be one of the biggest parties in American history, ever. All the houses in a five block radius are part of it.”
“Who’s idea was it?”
“Baby, I have to wash that now (said to her boyfriend. She has a friend who is sitting there looking at herself in the mirror the whole time). But as I was saying. We’re having the party as part of a game.”
“Yeah, what game?”
“We have at least one hundred college age kids coming, already. And all those people are going to have people that want to come. But you guys have to read the stuff I’m sending you. Because we’re all playing a game. Which is part of a company.”
“Yeah, but what game, Analine?”
“Well it’s school in a game.”
“There are young kids inviting people, too. And some of the grownups. But not like us.”
“School?”
“Yes, listen, because I have to meet someone soon. But I have to tell you about it. Because I’m going to mail it to you, copies of the game.”
“Yeah, but what game?”
“Campus Marcius, an Ancient Gaming System. It’s like school in the form of a game.”
“That’s the name of it!?”
“But 4th of July is part of the game. And it’s an objective of the game to make movies, too. So we’re having a meeting for the game during the day. But then the kids are going home. And the grownups will have a late lunch. And then they’re giving the streets to us. Everything is going to be filmed, too, because part of training the kids, and ourselves, to develop, and to maintain the capacity to make great movies, in such an unfounded way, involves practice. So there is a theme to the party, as well.”
“Analine, are you reading from a paper?”
“Yes, this is all scripted out by the game.”
“How do you play the game?”
“Well, I’ll mail it to you. But I have to go. So I’ll call you back.”
“Aniline. She hung up.”
“Who was that?” asks Aniline’s friend.
“You know you have to clean that up now,” Aniline demands to her boyfriend.
“You just hung up on your friend,” says Aniline’s friend.
“I’ve been doing that to her since the first grade. She knows it doesn’t mean I hung up on her.”

Shots cut to some girls getting a tan in through the window like they were at the beach. The radio is on. An advertisement ends. The announcer comes on:

“Wow! That was a freaky song coming to you from the Fretless Freakazoids? And what motivates someone, besides the money, to enter to put their bodies through rigors like that? ZPRSQ, The Brook wants to know. So call us up, and here’s ###, with “Summer Suns.”

Shots cut inside Laurie’s house:

“Look, you said you would be the principal.”
“We were drunk! I say a lot of things when I’m drunk. Plus I didn’t think you were serious.”
“Well, obviously, we are, Laurie. And the beauty of it is that everybody profits from it. And we can still profit from it in Hartford, and in surrounding towns, first, through this virtual production company, slash entertainment embodiment.”
“Entertainment embodiment! That’s why you called me over here, isn’t it?”
“Dude, I don’t know what your brother is doing with the college. He just told me don’t worry about the security. Or money.”

Permalink Reply by Romulus on March 8, 2008 at 2:54am

Wethersfield

Ye, Old Town,
Can you hear that sound?
Revolution’s revival.
There’s a pretty heat coming down.

Freedom when the light comes.
To the morning I found!
Freedom, and light comes.
To the ones all around.

On all yee old people..
Women, and men.
In the town where he slept for,
For the fight, Washington.

In, ye, Old Town, grown up.
Is a Trojan Horse found?
And isn’t it in here?
And its long, been around.

So go and tell the farmer.
Tell all the lamb.
Buck like you’re captive.
On your own precious land.

Quick politicians,
And the slow steady time.
Never see the vision.
Baby, just the way it unwinds.
By the quick politicians.
Every beast understands.

Arms on poor a man.
Dagger born in the other hand.
Dividing people.
The women and men.
In the town where he slept for,
For the fight, Washington!

It grows like the stubborn,
Of an old warrior’s shield!
Heavy on the young arm.
But it grows, up in Wethersfield!

Oh, cry, Republic.
For what do we stand?
More than we think, yeah.
Is a name, American.

Look upon the warriors,
Other lands’s flags within.
Even in the cold, and the pain, we begin.
Going like the seasons.
Under Wethersfield rain.
Coming like solutions.
Ones that Madison brang.

They got.
Arms on the poor man.
Dagger born in the other hand.
Cleaver politicians.
Many years in the land.
Great corporations!
These are freedom’s demands!
Time to win the fight now.
Everybody lift up your hands!

Freedom!
Even what the poor understand.
Maybe not enough, yeah, on American land.

Permalink Reply by Romulus on March 10, 2008 at 2:47pm

I ticky toc, block.
I rock and I roll.
I ticky toc, block.
I talk to your soul...

Permalink Reply by Romulus on March 9, 2008 at 5:37pm

I ticky toc, block.
I rock and I roll.
I ticky toc, block.
I talk to your soul...

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Permalink Reply by Romulus on March 8, 2008 at 2:57am

Shots cut to the college. Some English teachers are having lunch.

Mary Ann says, “Well, certainly, Gill, I’ve always known, and have appreciated, for his proclivity with Theater, and with all things theatrical. But I’ve never seen him like this. All week he hasn’t paid attention to anything but this. We’ve got English students complaining. The whole place becomes like a storm for about three hours. Like a swarm of locusts! And I tell you. I have no idea what they’re up to. Gill says it’s top secret. Because students from all these other departments all come here every day, looking to see him. And you know. They won’t tell me either. I can’t get one person to tell me. No one can get any time with him.”
“What is it? Oh, you’ve been on vacation. They’re trying to turn a sports celebrity into an actual celebrity. And over a hand full of departments in the school are using him as a guinea pig.”
“For what?”
“Some kind of psychological experiments. But they’ve got P.R. people making money from it. Marketing people. People are designing shirts.”
“I don’t understand it.”
“They paid him a million dollars.
“I don’t understand it either.”
“That doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”
“It’s not. But the afternoon comes. And this place floods with people from over a handful of departments. People with cameras. People taking notes. We already have reporters doing stories on it.”
“So who is the celebrity?”

Professor XXXX walks into the room. Talking to Roger on a cell phone:
Shots cut to Roger’s agent, XXXX, on the phone with him:

“So you’re going to be here soon, then? Because we’re all here waiting on you.”
“Yeah, about that. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”
“Oh, we’ll have plenty of time to talk when you get down here, Roger.”
“Yeah, and part of it is that I hate the way you introduce me.”
“But, Roger.”
“And what about my career. What good is going to meet all these people going to do my acting career?”
“These are tomorrow’s professionals, Roger.”
“No offense. But let’s be real! They’re a bunch of little students asking me all kinds of questions, going around writing everything down. And I ain’t acted in one thing! And I get embarrassed every time you make me walk into the room with that stupid introduction I have to go through.”
“Roger.”
“Hey! And what’s with all these cameras? And I ain’t seen one thing.”
“Roger, after all the time, the commitment, and the passion that these students put into utilizing, and into the development of your name, you’re not thinking on backing out from your contract?”
“What!? You didn’t even get me one acting audition.”
The professor presses play on a tape recorder, and a loud static starts playing. He says half of the words. Then he says “breaking up” while the static is playing in a recorder he holds up to the phone, and hangs up. The professors laugh, some students are taking notes.”
“That was the celebrity?”

Shots cut to the golf course:

“Yeah, but I don’t even know what you are talking about.”
“No, so the teacher! I go there to pick up the kids, right?”

Shots cut to the guy picking up his kids from kinda garden. Scenes to be written.
“Oh, yes, Mr. Ashens, ‘tis a beautiful day.”
Shots cut back to the guy talking about it.
“Like that. Like she was acting in some nineteenth century play or something.”
“Ok, so she gives you the paper. Asks you to bring it to the office. And she writes three xs and three os on it. And rubs up against you. That doesn’t mean anything. You don’t even know what it meant!”
“Three xs! And three os! That’s three kisses! And three hugs! It means something, Marcus.”
“Look, Dan, she’s your kid’s teacher. She knows you’re married. Maybe she’s just overly friendly like that.”
“Dude, but it was like she believed we were in an eighteenth century play or something.”
“Dude. Oh, that’s another thing. You need to stop saying dude. You got me calling my wife dude now. And I think it’s effecting our intimacy.”
“No, she was more than friendly Marcus. And I don’t want to hear about your intimacy.”
“You’re right. But your making something out of nothing with the teacher.”
“A little girl gave us the shame cross.”
“What?”
“Like this.”

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