EXT. POULTRY PLANT - DAY
In the sea of identical boxy warehouses, a boxy truck reads,
"Sunshine Poultry."
Lung's black SUV parks by the truck.
INT. POULTRY PLANT
SQUACK SQUACK!
Chicken cages line the floor. Chicken blood and feces cover
workers.
Other workers cover their faces with masks and their own
hands.
Lung enters through a door. He appears unaffected by the
stench and the sound.
Lung's fancy Italian shoes stomp through chicken feathers
covering the floor.
Workers clear out in front of Lung.
Lung opens a heavy metal door and enters...
THE FREEZER
Buckets of what must be chicken guts, boxes of chicken, and
blood splattered cases fill a walk-in freezer.
Lung moves a bloody box on a bloody shelf, revealing a
camera.
The WHIRR of machinery rumbles as a wall slides open into
a...
RECEPTION OFFICE
A heavy steel piston moves a thick steel door. This could
probably stop a missle.
White fog pours from around the door.
Lung strides through the door and into the office.
Waiting in the office are a number of intimidated looking
workers and...
CHAVEZ
30s, a weaselly Latino.
CHAVEZ
Bossman! So, nice to see you.
No one looks like they're feeling nice.
Lung is expressionless.
CHAVEZ
Come with me, I have so much to
show you.
NURSERY
Irrigation pipes drip water into hundreds of buckets lined
into rows. Each bucket contains a small, green plant.
Florescent bulbs shower the plants with light.
CHAVEZ
As you can see, our facility is
quite a success. 24 hour sun,
climate control.
Lung stops and looks at a thermometer on the wall.
The thermometer reads 88 degrees.
Chavez leads Lung past ventilation pipes.
Buckets now contain 3 foot tall marijuana plants.
CHAVEZ
Crops grow at an impressive rate.
After 60 days, we can harvest.
Lung and Chavez now stand in a jungle of a room filled with 7
foot tall plants.
CHAVEZ
As you can see, we're doing a good
job.
Chavez cracks a smile.
Lung walks towards a door. Over his shoulder, Lung motions
"follow me" with a single finger.
Lung opens the door and enters.
Chavez follows.
CHAVEZ
If you have any questions, I can
answer them, or suggestions, or
anything of that matter.
The door closes behind Chavez.
POW!
Lung's fist drops Chavez to the concrete floor.
LUNG
What the fuck do you think you're
doing?
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
new script beginning
EXT. CITY OF COMMERCE - NIGHT
An dark, endless sea of boxy warehouses and boxy trucks.
Three sleek BMWs slink though the boxy maze.
Headlights reveal a man standing alone.
DAI LO
In his sixties, the devil in an Armani suit.
A briefcase is at Dai Lo's feet.
BMWs stop in a line, keeping Dai Lo well lit.
Bodyguards leap from the BMWs.
A bodyguard surveys the area.
A bodyguard opens a back seat door on a BMW. Out steps...
HARVEY GLASS
Sixties, looks like he could afford anything he wants.
Other gangsters and bodyguards join Harvey.
HARVEY
We're here. We're listening.
DAI LO
Welcome, everybody. Today is the
day we celebrate your retirement.
Harvey snaps his fingers.
Bodyguards reach inside their jackets.
DAI LO
I welcome you to a new life of
relaxation, far from your stressful
operations, and with the blessings
of wealth.
HARVEY
If you think you're buying us out,
you need to stop smoking your
merchandise.
Harvey turns away from Dai Lo.
A bodyguard draws a shotgun from under his coat.
CRACK!
The bodyguard's head erupts in a fountain of blood. His
corpse thuds on the asphalt.
Harvey freezes.
WAREHOUSE ROOFTOP
Half a mile from the line of BMWs, a dark figure sits and
holds a sniper rifle. The figure is
LUNG
30, Dai Lo's son, physically imposing, everyone's real polite
to him.
Lung's lips crack a smile around a cigar.
LINE OF BMWS
Chaos and confusion.
Harvey hides behind a BMW.
HARVEY
Sniper!
Two bodyguards draw guns and scan the rooftops.
CRACK! CRACK!
Blood sprays over the BMWS.
WAREHOUSE ROOFTOP
Lung holds his cigar with one hand and his gun with the
other.
LUNG
Nice shot. Don't be saying that
your big bro doesn't share.
Several yards away, a woman in black smirks...
JESSICA
Lung's sister, the girl your mom warned you about.
Lung pulls the trigger. bang
LINE OF BMWS
CRACK!
A spray of blood.
Another body hits the asphalt.
The eyes of two bodyguards darts about.
Suddenly, the two bodyguards run away, to the edge of the
shadows.
Mists of red rise from the two men's heads and they fall.
DAI LO
Perhaps you should reconsider my
offer.
Harvey pulls out his cellphone.
WAREHOUSE ROOFTOP
Through the scope, the reflection of Harvey's cellphone is
seen on the side mirror.
LUNG
Mine
Lung sets down his cigar. Lung lays prone with his eye to
the rifle scope.
A green tipped bullet slides into the chamber.
Lung's fingers curl around the rifle.
LINE OF BMWS
Harvey, hiding behind a BMW, holds his cellphone in a shaking
hand.
The cellphone reads, "Connecting."
PING!
The cellphone and Harvey's hand explode in a shower of blood
and silicon.
Harvey curls into a ball around his hand.
A perfect hole extends through the BMW.
WAREHOUSE ROOFTOP
Lung smiles from ear to ear.
LINE OF BMWS
Harvey winces on the ground.
HARVEY
Stop.
DAI LO
Excuse me?
HARVEY
You win, you win.
Dai Lo holds up his hand.
WAREHOUSE ROOFTOP
Still holding his gun at the ready, Lung sits up.
Lung picks up his cigar.
Lung puts his eye to the scope and watches Dai Lo, Harvey,
and the others.
Lung yawns. Lung takes a puff from his cigar.
An dark, endless sea of boxy warehouses and boxy trucks.
Three sleek BMWs slink though the boxy maze.
Headlights reveal a man standing alone.
DAI LO
In his sixties, the devil in an Armani suit.
A briefcase is at Dai Lo's feet.
BMWs stop in a line, keeping Dai Lo well lit.
Bodyguards leap from the BMWs.
A bodyguard surveys the area.
A bodyguard opens a back seat door on a BMW. Out steps...
HARVEY GLASS
Sixties, looks like he could afford anything he wants.
Other gangsters and bodyguards join Harvey.
HARVEY
We're here. We're listening.
DAI LO
Welcome, everybody. Today is the
day we celebrate your retirement.
Harvey snaps his fingers.
Bodyguards reach inside their jackets.
DAI LO
I welcome you to a new life of
relaxation, far from your stressful
operations, and with the blessings
of wealth.
HARVEY
If you think you're buying us out,
you need to stop smoking your
merchandise.
Harvey turns away from Dai Lo.
A bodyguard draws a shotgun from under his coat.
CRACK!
The bodyguard's head erupts in a fountain of blood. His
corpse thuds on the asphalt.
Harvey freezes.
WAREHOUSE ROOFTOP
Half a mile from the line of BMWs, a dark figure sits and
holds a sniper rifle. The figure is
LUNG
30, Dai Lo's son, physically imposing, everyone's real polite
to him.
Lung's lips crack a smile around a cigar.
LINE OF BMWS
Chaos and confusion.
Harvey hides behind a BMW.
HARVEY
Sniper!
Two bodyguards draw guns and scan the rooftops.
CRACK! CRACK!
Blood sprays over the BMWS.
WAREHOUSE ROOFTOP
Lung holds his cigar with one hand and his gun with the
other.
LUNG
Nice shot. Don't be saying that
your big bro doesn't share.
Several yards away, a woman in black smirks...
JESSICA
Lung's sister, the girl your mom warned you about.
Lung pulls the trigger. bang
LINE OF BMWS
CRACK!
A spray of blood.
Another body hits the asphalt.
The eyes of two bodyguards darts about.
Suddenly, the two bodyguards run away, to the edge of the
shadows.
Mists of red rise from the two men's heads and they fall.
DAI LO
Perhaps you should reconsider my
offer.
Harvey pulls out his cellphone.
WAREHOUSE ROOFTOP
Through the scope, the reflection of Harvey's cellphone is
seen on the side mirror.
LUNG
Mine
Lung sets down his cigar. Lung lays prone with his eye to
the rifle scope.
A green tipped bullet slides into the chamber.
Lung's fingers curl around the rifle.
LINE OF BMWS
Harvey, hiding behind a BMW, holds his cellphone in a shaking
hand.
The cellphone reads, "Connecting."
PING!
The cellphone and Harvey's hand explode in a shower of blood
and silicon.
Harvey curls into a ball around his hand.
A perfect hole extends through the BMW.
WAREHOUSE ROOFTOP
Lung smiles from ear to ear.
LINE OF BMWS
Harvey winces on the ground.
HARVEY
Stop.
DAI LO
Excuse me?
HARVEY
You win, you win.
Dai Lo holds up his hand.
WAREHOUSE ROOFTOP
Still holding his gun at the ready, Lung sits up.
Lung picks up his cigar.
Lung puts his eye to the scope and watches Dai Lo, Harvey,
and the others.
Lung yawns. Lung takes a puff from his cigar.
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