<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855546953125858739</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:11:43.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tim's blog to write stuff...</title><subtitle type='html'>Hmm, let's try putting some screenplays here.  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SMUGGLER'S WAREHOUSE - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Title Card: El Salvador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Under rusty lamps, dozens of masked workers pack loads of&lt;br /&gt;               guns, drugs, and cash.  Armed guards stand watch along the&lt;br /&gt;               walls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A FOREMAN nods in approval.  Then he heads up a staircase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. SMUGGLER'S WAREHOUSE -  OFFICE - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The Foreman enters a business office with desks and loads of&lt;br /&gt;               computer servers and wires.  Across the room, two men focus&lt;br /&gt;               on something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               NICK LAZON - 35, strong and intimidating, with a healed stab&lt;br /&gt;               wound on his throat and a gravel voice as a result.  Despite&lt;br /&gt;               his flawless complexion, everyone knows this man has done a&lt;br /&gt;               lot of real bad shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               BRIAN SEAHORNE - 30s, in a lazy t-shirt and shorts, looking&lt;br /&gt;               like he spent the last decade alternating between his&lt;br /&gt;               computer and the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Nick glares and grits his teeth.  Seahorne looks nervous.&lt;br /&gt;               Suddenly, he jumps to his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   SEAHORNE&lt;br /&gt;                         Yes!  Wooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               In front of the two men, a TV shows a rally car race on&lt;br /&gt;               "Speed Channel."  The checkered flag waves and the driver&lt;br /&gt;               raises his fist out the window.  A banner reads, "Champion!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   NICK&lt;br /&gt;                         Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               With a smile, Nick slaps a dollar onto the seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Seahorne grabs the dollar and holds it over his head.  He&lt;br /&gt;               does this the whole way as he moves to a computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The screen shows a spreadsheet, listing coffee, beans, and&lt;br /&gt;               other foods.  Seahorne switches to a screen that reads, "All&lt;br /&gt;               systems ok," along with a bunch of graphs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The foreman whispers into Nick's ear.  Nick nods and moves&lt;br /&gt;               towards the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   NICK&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, Brian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   SEAHORNE&lt;br /&gt;                         I told you two years ago, the less&lt;br /&gt;                         I know about downstairs the better.&lt;br /&gt;                         I just do computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   NICK&lt;br /&gt;                         Dumbass, we're gonna go hit some&lt;br /&gt;                         golf balls with the mayor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. EL SALVADOR STREETS - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               On an impoverished street, a gate opens and a brand-new&lt;br /&gt;               Mercedes SUV slinks onto the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT/EXT. MERCEDES - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A driver chauffeurs Nick, Seahorne, and a Bodyguard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   NICK&lt;br /&gt;                         Should have bet on the Evo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   SEAHORNE&lt;br /&gt;                         The Mitsubishi's nice, but it ain't&lt;br /&gt;                         an Audi Quattro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   NICK&lt;br /&gt;                         Oh?  Then why is Mitsubishi winning&lt;br /&gt;                         every race?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   SEAHORNE&lt;br /&gt;                         Because Audi got sick of dominating&lt;br /&gt;                         the circuit and pulled out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               BOOM!  A cart explodes outside.  Windows are blasted out,&lt;br /&gt;               falling whole into the car.  Shrapnel kills the driver, and&lt;br /&gt;               the car smashes into a roadside stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               GUNMEN on motorcycles approach from behind and fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   NICK&lt;br /&gt;                         Shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Nick fights through the shell shock and returns fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Seahorne seems shocked for a moment.  Then he throws the&lt;br /&gt;               driver aside and jumps into the driver's seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The Mercedes crashes through carts and screeches off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Front tires rise off the ground as the motorcycles give&lt;br /&gt;               chase.  A pickup truck also joins the attackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The Bodyguard fires wildly.  Nick grabs his shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   NICK&lt;br /&gt;                         Save your ammo for the fuckers&lt;br /&gt;                         shooting at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Ahead, a sedan approaches.  Gunmen lean out and aim weapons&lt;br /&gt;               at the Mercedes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Seahorne hits both pedals and turns.  The Mercedes enters a&lt;br /&gt;               controlled slide, smashing into the sedan, knocking it off&lt;br /&gt;               the road.  Gunmen fly out of the sedan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Then the Mercedes drives down a side street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A half-mile ahead lies a railroad crossing.  The gates lower&lt;br /&gt;               and the red lights flash.  The train speeds down the tracks&lt;br /&gt;               ready to crush anything in its path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Seahorne guns the engine.  The pursuers keep pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Nick fires, hitting a motorcycle, causing the rider to fall&lt;br /&gt;               and tumble on the ground.  Then he sees the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   NICK&lt;br /&gt;                         Brian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               But Seahorne's in the zone.  He turns the wheel, sending the&lt;br /&gt;               Mercedes skidding sideways in a perfect drift.  Smoke flies&lt;br /&gt;               from the tires.  Suddenly, the Mercedes stops skidding and&lt;br /&gt;               rockets down an access road parallel to the train tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The pursuers attempt the same turn.  But the motorcycle goes&lt;br /&gt;               down, the pickup flips, and the sedan spins out, coming to a&lt;br /&gt;               rest on the tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               In the sedan, a gunman shakes his head to clear the cobwebs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               BLARING HORNS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               He looks up in terror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               CRASH!!!  The train pulverizes the sedan, carrying its&lt;br /&gt;               burning remains down the track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The Mercedes zooms away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   NICK&lt;br /&gt;                         Damn, where'd you learn to drive&lt;br /&gt;                         like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   SEAHORNE&lt;br /&gt;                         Speed Channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Nick laughs.  Seahorne looks out the window and exhales.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855546953125858739-8536819715465244377?l=typhoon5ht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/feeds/8536819715465244377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855546953125858739&amp;postID=8536819715465244377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/8536819715465244377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/8536819715465244377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/2008/07/would-you-watch-this-movie-fade-in-int.html' title=''/><author><name>typhoon5ht</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801110965010748163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855546953125858739.post-780028017043863320</id><published>2007-11-13T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T00:47:18.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing the crime</title><content type='html'>EXT. POULTRY PLANT - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               In the sea of identical boxy warehouses, a boxy truck reads,&lt;br /&gt;               "Sunshine Poultry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Lung's black SUV parks by the truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. POULTRY PLANT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               SQUACK SQUACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Chicken cages line the floor.  Chicken blood and feces cover&lt;br /&gt;               workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Other workers cover their faces with masks and their own&lt;br /&gt;               hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Lung enters through a door.  He appears unaffected by the&lt;br /&gt;               stench and the sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Lung's fancy Italian shoes stomp through chicken feathers&lt;br /&gt;               covering the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Workers clear out in front of Lung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Lung opens a heavy metal door and enters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               THE FREEZER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Buckets of what must be chicken guts, boxes of chicken, and&lt;br /&gt;               blood splattered cases fill a walk-in freezer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Lung moves a bloody box on a bloody shelf, revealing a&lt;br /&gt;               camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The WHIRR of machinery rumbles as a wall slides open into&lt;br /&gt;               a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               RECEPTION OFFICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A heavy steel piston moves a thick steel door.  This could&lt;br /&gt;               probably stop a missle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               White fog pours from around the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Lung strides through the door and into the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Waiting in the office are a number of intimidated looking&lt;br /&gt;               workers and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               CHAVEZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               30s, a weaselly Latino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHAVEZ&lt;br /&gt;                         Bossman!  So, nice to see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               No one looks like they're feeling nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Lung is expressionless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHAVEZ&lt;br /&gt;                         Come with me, I have so much to&lt;br /&gt;                         show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               NURSERY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Irrigation pipes drip water into hundreds of buckets lined&lt;br /&gt;               into rows.  Each bucket contains a small, green plant.&lt;br /&gt;               Florescent bulbs shower the plants with light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHAVEZ&lt;br /&gt;                         As you can see, our facility is&lt;br /&gt;                         quite a success.  24 hour sun,&lt;br /&gt;                         climate control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Lung stops and looks at a thermometer on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The thermometer reads 88 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Chavez leads Lung past ventilation pipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Buckets now contain 3 foot tall marijuana plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHAVEZ&lt;br /&gt;                         Crops grow at an impressive rate.&lt;br /&gt;                         After 60 days, we can harvest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Lung and Chavez now stand in a jungle of a room filled with 7&lt;br /&gt;               foot tall plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHAVEZ&lt;br /&gt;                         As you can see, we're doing a good&lt;br /&gt;                         job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Chavez cracks a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Lung walks towards a door.  Over his shoulder, Lung motions&lt;br /&gt;               "follow me" with a single finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Lung opens the door and enters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Chavez follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHAVEZ&lt;br /&gt;                         If you have any questions, I can&lt;br /&gt;                         answer them, or suggestions, or&lt;br /&gt;                         anything of that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The door closes behind Chavez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               POW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Lung's fist drops Chavez to the concrete floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LUNG&lt;br /&gt;                         What the fuck do you think you're&lt;br /&gt;                         doing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855546953125858739-780028017043863320?l=typhoon5ht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/feeds/780028017043863320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855546953125858739&amp;postID=780028017043863320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/780028017043863320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/780028017043863320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/2007/11/introducing-crime.html' title='Introducing the crime'/><author><name>typhoon5ht</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801110965010748163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855546953125858739.post-904316033751525721</id><published>2007-11-07T21:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T21:02:39.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new script beginning</title><content type='html'>EXT. CITY OF COMMERCE - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               An dark, endless sea of boxy warehouses and boxy trucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Three sleek BMWs slink though the boxy maze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Headlights reveal a man standing alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               DAI LO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               In his sixties, the devil in an Armani suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A briefcase is at Dai Lo's feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               BMWs stop in a line, keeping Dai Lo well lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bodyguards leap from the BMWs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A bodyguard surveys the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A bodyguard opens a back seat door on a BMW.  Out steps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               HARVEY GLASS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Sixties, looks like he could afford anything he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Other gangsters and bodyguards join Harvey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   HARVEY&lt;br /&gt;                         We're here.  We're listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DAI LO&lt;br /&gt;                         Welcome, everybody.  Today is the&lt;br /&gt;                         day we celebrate your retirement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Harvey snaps his fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bodyguards reach inside their jackets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DAI LO&lt;br /&gt;                         I welcome you to a new life of&lt;br /&gt;                         relaxation, far from your stressful&lt;br /&gt;                         operations, and with the blessings&lt;br /&gt;                         of wealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   HARVEY&lt;br /&gt;                         If you think you're buying us out,&lt;br /&gt;                         you need to stop smoking your&lt;br /&gt;                         merchandise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Harvey turns away from Dai Lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A bodyguard draws a shotgun from under his coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               CRACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The bodyguard's head erupts in a fountain of blood.  His&lt;br /&gt;               corpse thuds on the asphalt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Harvey freezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               WAREHOUSE ROOFTOP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Half a mile from the line of BMWs, a dark figure sits and&lt;br /&gt;               holds a sniper rifle.  The figure is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               LUNG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               30, Dai Lo's son, physically imposing, everyone's real polite&lt;br /&gt;               to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Lung's lips crack a smile around a cigar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               LINE OF BMWS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Chaos and confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Harvey hides behind a BMW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   HARVEY&lt;br /&gt;                         Sniper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Two bodyguards draw guns and scan the rooftops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               CRACK! CRACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Blood sprays over the BMWS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               WAREHOUSE ROOFTOP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Lung holds his cigar with one hand and his gun with the&lt;br /&gt;               other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LUNG&lt;br /&gt;                         Nice shot.  Don't be saying that&lt;br /&gt;                         your big bro doesn't share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Several yards away, a woman in black smirks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               JESSICA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Lung's sister, the girl your mom warned you about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Lung pulls the trigger.  bang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               LINE OF BMWS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               CRACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A spray of blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Another body hits the asphalt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The eyes of two bodyguards darts about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Suddenly, the two bodyguards run away, to the edge of the&lt;br /&gt;               shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Mists of red rise from the two men's heads and they fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DAI LO&lt;br /&gt;                         Perhaps you should reconsider my&lt;br /&gt;                         offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Harvey pulls out his cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               WAREHOUSE ROOFTOP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Through the scope, the reflection of Harvey's cellphone is&lt;br /&gt;               seen on the side mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LUNG&lt;br /&gt;                         Mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Lung sets down his cigar.  Lung lays prone with his eye to&lt;br /&gt;               the rifle scope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A green tipped bullet slides into the chamber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Lung's fingers curl around the rifle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               LINE OF BMWS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Harvey, hiding behind a BMW, holds his cellphone in a shaking&lt;br /&gt;               hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The cellphone reads, "Connecting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               PING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The cellphone and Harvey's hand explode in a shower of blood&lt;br /&gt;               and silicon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Harvey curls into a ball around his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A perfect hole extends through the BMW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               WAREHOUSE ROOFTOP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Lung smiles from ear to ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               LINE OF BMWS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Harvey winces on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   HARVEY&lt;br /&gt;                         Stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DAI LO&lt;br /&gt;                         Excuse me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   HARVEY&lt;br /&gt;                         You win, you win. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Dai Lo holds up his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               WAREHOUSE ROOFTOP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Still holding his gun at the ready, Lung sits up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Lung picks up his cigar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Lung puts his eye to the scope and watches Dai Lo, Harvey,&lt;br /&gt;               and the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Lung yawns.  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RUCKER PARK - MOMENTS LATER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo looks shocked, but Robbie smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ROBBIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Trust me, little brother, I know&lt;br /&gt;                         what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Robbie starts walking off the court.  Pablo stays in the&lt;br /&gt;               middle of the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A few players walk up to Robbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Robbie and the players talk for a few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Robbie turns back to Pablo and tosses him a basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ROBBIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Alright, we got another game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo dribbles the ball with a confused look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ROBBIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Come on, let's play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               MONTAGE: RUCKER PARK - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo dribbles the ball down the wing as two players double&lt;br /&gt;               team him.  Pablo passes to Robbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Robbie shoots - swish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A player dribbles against Robbie.  Robbie reaches in and&lt;br /&gt;               knocks the ball loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo dribbles the ball.  Robbie cuts through the lane,&lt;br /&gt;               drawing the defense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo takes a step and shoots a mid-range jumper - swish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The ball swishes through the hoop again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. RUCKER PARK - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo stands in the middle of the court.  Robbie and a player&lt;br /&gt;               stand under the basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A player holds a few bills in his hand as he slaps hands with&lt;br /&gt;               Robbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The player, now empty-handed walks away from Robbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Robbie, smiling, walks to Pablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ROBBIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Thanks, little bro, it was a good&lt;br /&gt;                         day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Robbie walks off the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo stays in the middle of the court, watching Robbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. CITY STREETS - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Robbie walks down the street.  Pablo appears in front of&lt;br /&gt;               Robbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         That ain't cool, hustling players&lt;br /&gt;                         like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Robbie shrugs and walks past Pablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ROBBIE&lt;br /&gt;                         That's cool, you can have your&lt;br /&gt;                         opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         But you're using me to hustle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ROBBIE&lt;br /&gt;                         You don't have to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo grabs Robbie's shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         What are talking about?  You're my&lt;br /&gt;                         brother.  I have to help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A smirk crosses Robbie's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         That's the only reason I shut up&lt;br /&gt;                         and played.  This won't happen&lt;br /&gt;                         again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Suddenly Robbie stops and looks nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jamal and Ice appear in front of Robbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ICE&lt;br /&gt;                         Hello, Roberto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo watches from half-a-block away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ROBBIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Heya, Ice.  You got my payment ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ICE&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, nice job mixing in your&lt;br /&gt;                         interest payment with an&lt;br /&gt;                         opportunity to hustle.  Boss would&lt;br /&gt;                         be impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ROBBIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Well, uh, I do my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ICE&lt;br /&gt;                         But, you know what would really&lt;br /&gt;                         impress the Boss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Robbie sweats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ICE&lt;br /&gt;                         Oh, you do.  Now, make it happen&lt;br /&gt;                         and we'll all be nice and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Ice smiles, revealing his diamond studded teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Ice and Jamal walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Robbie sighs as Pablo walks up to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Ok, what'd you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Robbie looks away from Pablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ROBBIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Nothing, it's fine.  I can handle&lt;br /&gt;                         it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Nothing?  Looks like you're pretty&lt;br /&gt;                         worried about nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ROBBIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, it's my problem ok.  So, maybe&lt;br /&gt;                         I owe them a little money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         How much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ROBBIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Only 50gs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo jumps up and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         50 grand?  What'd you do?  Buy a&lt;br /&gt;                         Lexus?  or...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Robbie grabs Pablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ROBBIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Whoa, calm down, little bro.  Don't&lt;br /&gt;                         tell the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo stops moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ROBBIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Look, I made some bets that didn't&lt;br /&gt;                         work out, but I got some ideas.&lt;br /&gt;                         I'll work it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Robbie walks away from a worried looking Pablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ROBBIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Trust me, you don't have to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. RUCKER PARK - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Banners are set in the park advertising, "Goat Classic."&lt;br /&gt;               Fans trickle into the stands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan, Bones, and Pablo stretch outside the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Robbie showed up yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, just walked up like&lt;br /&gt;                         everything was normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Wow.  Is everything normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo looks away and shakes his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Yo, anything I can do or...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones suddenly turns to the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Robbie walks towards them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Robbie!  Long time, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ROBBIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Bones!  Still hitting every shot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones and Robbie hug.  Pablo looks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         What are you doing here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ROBBIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, just came by to watch.  That's&lt;br /&gt;                         cool, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Robbie enters the court.  Pablo looks confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. RUCKER PARK - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo runs up the court with Bones.  Players on defense look&lt;br /&gt;               confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo makes a behind the back pass to Bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones swoops past the defense and lays in the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The crowd cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Oh, too easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The players hang their heads as they dribble the ball up the&lt;br /&gt;               court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A player dribbles against Pablo on the wing.  Robbie sits in&lt;br /&gt;               the stands behind the player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Suddenly, the player dribbles the ball to Pablo's side.&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo slides, but the player has a step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The player shoots a floating runner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The ball floats in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan's hand appears out of nowhere and slaps the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The ball flies into the stands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The crowd ooohs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The player shakes his head and signals timeout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DJ (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                         Timeout.  Not that it's gonna help&lt;br /&gt;                         or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo, Bones, and Bunyan head to the bench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo smiles at the cheering crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo notices Robbie, who motions for Pablo to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo walks toward Robbie, who jumps onto the court and puts&lt;br /&gt;               his arm around Pablo.  Robbie pulls Pablo onto the court,&lt;br /&gt;               away from the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ROBBIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Man, you're schooling them out&lt;br /&gt;                         there.  When'd my little brother&lt;br /&gt;                         get so good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Haha, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ROBBIE&lt;br /&gt;                         But, hey, can you do me a favor?  I&lt;br /&gt;                         need you to let them score, oh,&lt;br /&gt;                         five more baskets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ROBBIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, you see, some guys are&lt;br /&gt;                         running an over-under thing, and&lt;br /&gt;                         they'd really appreciate it if the&lt;br /&gt;                         game were closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Are you crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Robbie pulls Pablo close and looks scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ROBBIE&lt;br /&gt;                         I owe these guys money.  Come on, I&lt;br /&gt;                         need your help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. RUCKER PARK - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Robbie, looking scared, has his arm around Pablo.  Pablo&lt;br /&gt;               looks surprised.  The crowd cheers behind them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ROBBIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Come on, just let them score five&lt;br /&gt;                         buckets before you close them out.&lt;br /&gt;                         That's not too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               There is the sound of a whistle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Robbie steps away from Pablo and smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ROBBIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Now go out and do this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Robbie smirks as he walks away.  Pablo seems frozen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones and Bunyan run up to Pablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Ok, let's end this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo doesn't move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Yo, Pablo.  Hey, man, game on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo squints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               MONTAGE: RUCKER PARK - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo dribbles the ball up the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo makes eye contact with Robbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo no-look passes the ball into the air.  Bunyan catches&lt;br /&gt;               the ball and alley-oop slams the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo takes a shot.  Pablo looks directly at Robbie as the&lt;br /&gt;               ball goes through the hoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The crowd cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. RUCKER PARK - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The crowd cheers as Pablo walks to Robbie.  Robbie holds out&lt;br /&gt;               his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Tell your people to meet me&lt;br /&gt;                         tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo storms off the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. THE CAGE - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The court is dark and deserted.  Robbie, Boss, Ice, and Jamal&lt;br /&gt;               stand on the court.  Boss wears a long, dark coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BOSS&lt;br /&gt;                         So, where's your brother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;                         I'm right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo, holding a basketball, Bones, and Bunyan walk our of&lt;br /&gt;               the shadows and enter the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         I've got a little proposition for&lt;br /&gt;                         you.  Me and you, a game of loser,&lt;br /&gt;                         double or nothing on my brother's&lt;br /&gt;                         tab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BOSS&lt;br /&gt;                         I don't think I know that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Easy, I make a shot, then you have&lt;br /&gt;                         to do it.  If you can't, then I&lt;br /&gt;                         have to make it again to give you&lt;br /&gt;                         an 'L'.  We go back and forth until&lt;br /&gt;                         you spell loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Boss smirks at Pablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BOSS&lt;br /&gt;                         Alright, but if you win, I'll cut&lt;br /&gt;                         Robbie's debt in half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BOSS&lt;br /&gt;                         Take it or leave it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo paces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Fine, you're on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BOSS&lt;br /&gt;                         Alright, player.  I shoot first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Boss tosses off his coat and grabs the ball from Pablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Boss runs to the rib and makes a two-handed monster slam&lt;br /&gt;               dunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Boss does a pull up on the rim.  Pablo and Bones look&lt;br /&gt;               surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Boss flips the ball to Pablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BOSS&lt;br /&gt;                         You're facing the lion now!  I'm&lt;br /&gt;                         the king of the jungle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               MONTAGE: THE CAGE - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo tries to dunk but hits the rim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo fakes a pass behind his back, bringing the ball forward&lt;br /&gt;               for a layup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Boss puts the ball behind his back, but loses it out of&lt;br /&gt;               bounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Boss jumps over Robbie and dunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo runs into Robbie, losing the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo shoots a long three.  The ball swishes through the&lt;br /&gt;               hoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Boss shoots a long three, bricking the shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The ball goes through the hoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The ball banks off the rim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Boss shakes his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. THE CAGE - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo and Boss have their hands on their knees and breathe&lt;br /&gt;               heavily.  Bunyan and Bones walk over to Pablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, you got him now.  Your shot.&lt;br /&gt;                         One more letter and he's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, one more letter for me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Boss whistles, and everyone turns to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BOSS&lt;br /&gt;                         Nice fight, kid, but this is my&lt;br /&gt;                         jungle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan grabs Pablo and turns him away from Boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, forget about him.  You know&lt;br /&gt;                         what's the most dangerous animal in&lt;br /&gt;                         the jungle?  Humans.  We've got the&lt;br /&gt;                         brains to beat the lion.  Now, get&lt;br /&gt;                         in there do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo straightens up and glares at Boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo holds up his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The basketball flies to Pablo's hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo drives for the basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo leans forward and throws the ball behind his back, but&lt;br /&gt;               forward at the backboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The ball bounces off the backboard and into the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo jumps, catches the ball, twists in the air, and flips&lt;br /&gt;               the ball up into the basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Everyone looks impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Boss takes a deep breath.  Bones and Bunyan walk up to Boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Wow, what a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Man, I'd be paying someone to take&lt;br /&gt;                         that shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BOSS&lt;br /&gt;                         Wouldn't that be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Boss starts dribbling the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         You know, I can make that shot.&lt;br /&gt;                         I'd take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Boss holds the ball and looks at Bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         I'd pay you to take that shot for&lt;br /&gt;                         me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         No, I'd pay for this shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones turns to Boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         I'll pay you a hundred bucks for&lt;br /&gt;                         that shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BOSS&lt;br /&gt;                         What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones pulls out a hundred dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, here, I'll make your shot.&lt;br /&gt;                         I'm the king of the courts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Boss shrugs and takes the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BOSS&lt;br /&gt;                         Be my guest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones takes the ball and dribbles it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones drives at the rim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones leans forward, flipping the ball off the backboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones jumps and twists, but fumbles the ball as it returns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jamal and Ice laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ICE&lt;br /&gt;                         Nice one.  Bravo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones hangs his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Boss picks up the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BOSS&lt;br /&gt;                         Now, if you excuse me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Boss takes a dribble, but Bunyan grabs his arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BOSS&lt;br /&gt;                         Let go of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, Bones bought your shot for a&lt;br /&gt;                         hundred dollars.  Now it's Pablo's&lt;br /&gt;                         shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Boss's face turns blank as he drops the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo picks up the ball and smirks at Boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BOSS&lt;br /&gt;                         You hustled me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo flips the ball over his back, off the backboard.  Pablo&lt;br /&gt;               jumps, twists, and flips the ball into the hoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         You tried to frame me.  I say we're&lt;br /&gt;                         even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo walks up to the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         I win, you're a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Boss looks away and grits his teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BOSS&lt;br /&gt;                         Fine, I guess today's your lucky&lt;br /&gt;                         day, Robbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Robbie stands tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BOSS&lt;br /&gt;                         But you still owe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Robbie slumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BOSS&lt;br /&gt;                         As for the rest of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               There is the sound of a siren.  Down the street, a couple&lt;br /&gt;               police cars approach The Cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Oh yeah, you know a guy named&lt;br /&gt;                         Priest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Boss turns around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BOSS&lt;br /&gt;                         We're done here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Boss walks off the court.  Ice and Jamal, holding Boss's&lt;br /&gt;               coat, scamper behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Boss, Ice, and Jamal disappear into the shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. THE CAGE - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest, dressed in his police uniform, stands next to Bones&lt;br /&gt;               and Bunyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, we played against this guy&lt;br /&gt;                         they called, "Boss."  Big guy, like&lt;br /&gt;                         you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         The Boss was here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo and Robbie walk away from The Cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ROBBIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Sweet job, little bro.  We make a&lt;br /&gt;                         good team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         No, we don't.  I just got you out&lt;br /&gt;                         of a lot of debt, but this is the&lt;br /&gt;                         last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ROBBIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Whoa, what are you saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         I'm saying you're on your own now.&lt;br /&gt;                         You gotta be smarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo walks away from Robbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ROBBIE&lt;br /&gt;                         You don't have to worry about me.&lt;br /&gt;                         I'll be good.  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   AL (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                         Family's a hard thing.  You want to&lt;br /&gt;                         be loving, but sometimes, the most&lt;br /&gt;                         loving thing to do is to just let&lt;br /&gt;                         go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855546953125858739-5760407095576605479?l=typhoon5ht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/feeds/5760407095576605479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855546953125858739&amp;postID=5760407095576605479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/5760407095576605479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/5760407095576605479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/2007/08/playaz-my-brother-robbie-act-2-and-3.html' title='Playaz - My Brother Robbie - Act 2 and 3'/><author><name>typhoon5ht</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801110965010748163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855546953125858739.post-7259276430674045849</id><published>2007-08-07T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T01:29:18.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playaz - My Brother Robbie - Act 1</title><content type='html'>CAST LIST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones (19) - skinny, 6 foot black kid from the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo (17) - fat, 6-2 Hispanic kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest (35) - hulking 6-10 black police officer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry (23) - 5-10 Chinese guy with a goatee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl (31) - 6-0 black lady who's a lawyer by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans (25) - 6-8 German man who dresses stylish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan (18) - 7-2 with wild red hair and dressed from the&lt;br /&gt;               70s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Skittles (9) - shy brunette girl who watches excitedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               DJ (26) - short fellow with a loud voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Al (60) - a homeless man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. PABLO'S HOUSE - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo walks through a small living room with a stack of mail&lt;br /&gt;               in his hands.  One letter is from, "Educational Testing&lt;br /&gt;               Service," and addressed to, "Paul Redding."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, Bunyan, you got mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo tosses the letter on a table and walks on, flipping&lt;br /&gt;               through the mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Another letter is addressed to, "Roberto Sanchez," and reads,&lt;br /&gt;               "Past due," in big red letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   AL (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                         One thing about family.  You're&lt;br /&gt;                         always connected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               There is a loud knock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo opens the front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. PABLO'S HOUSE - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo opens the front door and sees a couple TOUGHS outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   TOUGH #1&lt;br /&gt;                         Hello.  We're looking for Robbie&lt;br /&gt;                         Sanchez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Sorry, but he doesn't live here&lt;br /&gt;                         anymore.  I haven't seen him in&lt;br /&gt;                         weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   TOUGH #1&lt;br /&gt;                         Well, it is very important that we&lt;br /&gt;                         find him.  I'm sure you don't mind&lt;br /&gt;                         us taking a look around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo's eyes dart from side to side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The window rolls down on a car across the street revealing&lt;br /&gt;               BOSS (40), Priest's brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Whoa, what's going on?  Did&lt;br /&gt;                         something happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   TOUGH #1&lt;br /&gt;                         We'd prefer to not speak about this&lt;br /&gt;                         to anyone but Robbie, so if you&lt;br /&gt;                         wouldn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Tough #1 steps forward, but stops suddenly and looks up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan appears behind Pablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, Pablo, I passed!  Broke 500 in&lt;br /&gt;                         all sections too, woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan turns and sees the Toughs, who seem a bit intimidated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, what's up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   TOUGH #1&lt;br /&gt;                         Uh, is Robbie here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Nah, just us.  Robbie's your&lt;br /&gt;                         brother right?  I think we was&lt;br /&gt;                         playing ball the other night,&lt;br /&gt;                         wasn't he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo gives Bunyan a worried look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The Toughs walk back to Boss' car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   TOUGH #1&lt;br /&gt;                         Thank you for your time.  If you&lt;br /&gt;                         see your brother, let him know we&lt;br /&gt;                         stopped by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The Toughs jump into Boss' car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Boss' car speeds off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo exhales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         What was that all about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. RUCKER PARK - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The stands are empty as Pablo, Bunyan, Priest, and Hans run&lt;br /&gt;               on the court.  Pablo dribbles the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               In the key, Priest and Hans surround Bunyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo smirks as he takes a step back.  Pablo shoots a jumper -&lt;br /&gt;               swish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Don't stay outside all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Man, I'll just stay here, outside&lt;br /&gt;                         the forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest, Hans, and Bunyan look at each other and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         We do have NBA size in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, but size doesn't win by&lt;br /&gt;                         default.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ROBBIE (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;                         Room for one more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo turns to see ROBBIE (20), a taller, more athletic&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo.  Priest watches Robbie closely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Finally decide to show your face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan and Hans look awkward and back away from Pablo and&lt;br /&gt;               Robbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ROBBIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, little bro, just here to ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Fine, then maybe you can explain&lt;br /&gt;                         why some gang muscle knocked on my&lt;br /&gt;                         door this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest moves closer to Pablo and Robbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ROBBIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Whoa, hey, sorry you had to see&lt;br /&gt;                         that.  We just had a little&lt;br /&gt;                         misunderstanding, but it's all&lt;br /&gt;                         taken care of.  Let's just play&lt;br /&gt;                         some ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. CITY STREETS - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               YOUNG PABLO (8), chubbly, and YOUNG ROBBIE (10), bigger, run&lt;br /&gt;               through the streets.  Young Pablo chases after Young Robbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   YOUNG ROBBIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Come on, slowpoke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   AL (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                         Those two rascals used to cause all&lt;br /&gt;                         sorts of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Al lays on the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Young Pablo and Young Robbie hurdle over Al.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Al looks up and watches Young Pablo and Young Robbie run down&lt;br /&gt;               the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. CITY STREETS - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Young Pablo and Young Robbie stand in an alley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   YOUNG ROBBIE&lt;br /&gt;                         You ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   YOUNG PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Young Robbie drops a bunch of candies into a 2-liter coke&lt;br /&gt;               bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Young Robbie runs as the coke sprays into the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   YOUNG ROBBIE AND YOUNG PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Hahahahahhaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Young Ice and a few other tough guys smirk at Young Robbie&lt;br /&gt;               and Young Pablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   YOUNG ICE&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, that was a nice one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Young Pablo looks nervous.  Young Robbie seems interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   YOUNG ROBBIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, it was.  I've seen you&lt;br /&gt;                         around, haven't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   YOUNG ICE&lt;br /&gt;                         You can call me Ice.  Be seeing you&lt;br /&gt;                         around some more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   YOUNG ROBBIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Young Ice smiles, showing a row of pearly, white teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   YOUNG ICE&lt;br /&gt;                         Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. RUCKER PARK - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Robbie and Pablo approach a few players, including Jamal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ROBBIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, hey, who wants a game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PLAYER #1&lt;br /&gt;                             (to Pablo)&lt;br /&gt;                         I saw you play the other night, at&lt;br /&gt;                         the tournament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PLAYER #2&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, you're with Bones and that&lt;br /&gt;                         big redhead guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo opens his mouth, but Robbie cuts in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ROBBIE&lt;br /&gt;                         That's right, my brother he's the&lt;br /&gt;                         man.  Now who wants a shot at his&lt;br /&gt;                         title?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The players look at one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ROBBIE&lt;br /&gt;                         I'll even give you odds.  We win,&lt;br /&gt;                         you give me 50.  You win, I'll give&lt;br /&gt;                         you a hundred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The players all look and nod to one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JAMAL&lt;br /&gt;                         I'll take that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ROBBIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Alright, someone with some guts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jamal dribbles a ball as Pablo pulls Robbie to the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Whoa, what are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ROBBIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Don't worry, bro.  Just play ball,&lt;br /&gt;                         I got this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo looks worried as Robbie walks toward Jamal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               MONTAGE: RUCKER PARK - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo dribbles the ball at the top of the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo passes to Robbie for an open jumper.  Robbie shoots,&lt;br /&gt;               but bricks the shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jamal dribbles the ball against Robbie.  Jamal crosses over&lt;br /&gt;               and goes around Robbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo dribbles into the key.  Pablo passes behind his back to&lt;br /&gt;               Robbie, but the ball goes through Robbie's hands and bounces&lt;br /&gt;               around the bleachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Players laugh on the sideline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. RUCKER PARK - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Robbie holds a wad of bills in his hands and slaps hands with&lt;br /&gt;               Jamal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ROBBIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Good game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Robbie pulls his hand back, showing and empty hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JAMAL&lt;br /&gt;                         Pleasure doing business with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo grabs Robbie and pulls him aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Man, you're better than that!  And&lt;br /&gt;                         you just gave your money away.&lt;br /&gt;                         What, are you trying to lose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ROBBIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Well, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo looks shocked, but Robbie seems calm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855546953125858739-7259276430674045849?l=typhoon5ht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/feeds/7259276430674045849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855546953125858739&amp;postID=7259276430674045849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/7259276430674045849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/7259276430674045849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/2007/08/playaz-my-brother-robbie-act-1.html' title='Playaz - My Brother Robbie - Act 1'/><author><name>typhoon5ht</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801110965010748163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855546953125858739.post-8984117613074252809</id><published>2007-08-01T01:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T01:13:38.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playaz - Cheryl - Act 3</title><content type='html'>EXT. THE CAGE - MOMENTS LATER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl storms around the cage.  Priest, Hans, and Jerry look&lt;br /&gt;               worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Whoa, take it easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         No!  Are you telling me that I'm&lt;br /&gt;                         not even as good as a guy with one&lt;br /&gt;                         good leg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Don't be like that.  We've all got&lt;br /&gt;                         strengths and weaknesses..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl kicks open the gate and storms out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl's eyes well with tears and she walks away from the&lt;br /&gt;               Cage.  Priest and the others look on with worried&lt;br /&gt;               expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. ST. JOSEPH'S - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Young Cheryl sits at a desk in a classroom filled with other&lt;br /&gt;               students.  A newspaper lies in front of Young Cheryl.  The&lt;br /&gt;               headline reads, "Cheryl Adams leads the way to championship."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A picture of Young Cheryl, dressed in a basketball uniform,&lt;br /&gt;               sits under the headline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Young Cheryl holds up the newspaper and smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. ST. JOSEPH'S - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Young Cheryl runs out onto the playground as a bell sounds.&lt;br /&gt;               Children run about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Young Cheryl focuses on something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Young Cheryl struts towards Young Priest and the Fat Kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   FAT KID&lt;br /&gt;                         Wow, you finished in third?  That's&lt;br /&gt;                         awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   YOUNG CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         Well, did you see this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Young Priest and the others turn towards Cheryl.  Cheryl&lt;br /&gt;               points to the newspaper headline reading, "Cheryl Adams leads&lt;br /&gt;               the way to championship."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   FAT KID&lt;br /&gt;                         Pssshhh.  That ain't real&lt;br /&gt;                         basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Everyone turns back to Young Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   FAT KID&lt;br /&gt;                         So, could anyone dunk out there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Young Cheryl turns away and grits her teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. ST. JOSEPH'S HALLWAY - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Young Cheryl stands next to the school's trophy case in a&lt;br /&gt;               hallway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl looks at a women's basketball trophy, sitting in the&lt;br /&gt;               side of the case, and smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A men's basketball trophy, three times the size of the&lt;br /&gt;               women's trophy, sits in the center of the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl frowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. DORM ROOM - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl, dressed in a college sweatshirt, sits inside a dorm&lt;br /&gt;               room decorated with college sports posters and pennants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A newspaper sprawls out in front of Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The newspaper reads, "National Champs!"  A picture of Cheryl&lt;br /&gt;               celebrating lies next to the text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl leans back, revealing that the National Champs article&lt;br /&gt;               is a tiny box on page 6 of the sports section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl turns the newspaper to the front of the section.  The&lt;br /&gt;               Sports front page talks about baseball, men's college&lt;br /&gt;               basketball, etc. - no mention about women's basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl grits her teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. RUCKER PARK - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl grits her teeth on the bench.  The stands are full of&lt;br /&gt;               fans and the air is filled with cheers.  Priest, Hans, Jimmy,&lt;br /&gt;               run on the court against Robbie and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A Kid walks up to Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   KID #1&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, is it true about the national&lt;br /&gt;                         championship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         Why, yes, I played in college for&lt;br /&gt;                         Notre Dame and we won the national&lt;br /&gt;                         championship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Kid #1 seems confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   KID #1&lt;br /&gt;                         Uh, that's great, but I was asking&lt;br /&gt;                         about Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl's smile fades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         No, he played division 2, but they&lt;br /&gt;                         did win one year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Kid #1 turns away from Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   KID #1&lt;br /&gt;                         I told you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Kid #1 runs off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl slumps her shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry, Priest, and Hans run up the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry slips and falls to the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Whoa, hang on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               There is a whistle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl sits on the edge of her seat.  Priest helps Jerry to&lt;br /&gt;               his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry moves gingerly, but nods to Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DJ (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                         He's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The crowd cheers.  Cheryl slumps further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan slides down the bleachers next to Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, Cheryl, can I ask you, what do&lt;br /&gt;                         you see out there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         What, a bunch of guys running&lt;br /&gt;                         around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry brings the ball into the front court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         No, I mean, what are they doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl gives Bunyan a confused look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         I know you see a lot more than I&lt;br /&gt;                         do.  All I do is jump and try to&lt;br /&gt;                         block shots in the paint.  But, you&lt;br /&gt;                         see what they're thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         I'm not sure what you're talking&lt;br /&gt;                         about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Oh, come on.  You knew exactly what&lt;br /&gt;                         we were doing to you guys last&lt;br /&gt;                         game.  You told Jerry how to break&lt;br /&gt;                         our press, and you'd have won if he&lt;br /&gt;                         didn't get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl looks at the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         Or if I could play better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Don't be like that.  You might not&lt;br /&gt;                         be as big or as strong as me, but I&lt;br /&gt;                         know this.  You're a whole lot&lt;br /&gt;                         smarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl looks up like she's thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         And that's usually worth a whole&lt;br /&gt;                         lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl turns toward the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               In slow-motion, Jerry dribbles the ball at the top of the&lt;br /&gt;               key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry passes to Hans at the right elbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl imagines a chalk line curling around Hans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry runs along the chalk line, curling around Hans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl imagines a chalk line perpendicular to Hans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry uses Hans as a screen and sheds his defender.  Hans&lt;br /&gt;               hands the ball to Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl imagines a chalk line curling towards the basket.&lt;br /&gt;               Chalk Xs appear under the two defenders, with arrows pointing&lt;br /&gt;               towards Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry runs along the chalk line curl.  The two defenders&lt;br /&gt;               follow the arrows and head towards Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl imagines a chalk circle under Priest, who stands near&lt;br /&gt;               the basket.  A chalk arrow points from Priest to the center&lt;br /&gt;               of the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest follows the chalk arrow into the key and waves his&lt;br /&gt;               hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl imagines a dotted line from Jerry to Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry turns to Priest and passes the ball, between the&lt;br /&gt;               defenders, to Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest catches the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               In real time, Priest jumps and throws down a thunderous dunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl's expression brightens as Priest runs back on defense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Cheryl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Robbie breathes heavily as he jogs up the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         Let me win this game first, then&lt;br /&gt;                         I'll coach you a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan smiles and nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry dribbles the ball up the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl whistles and holds up her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. RUCKER PARK - MOMENTS LATER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl walks onto the court as the air is full of cheers.&lt;br /&gt;               Robbie glares at Cheryl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest inbounds the ball to Cheryl.  Behind Priest, Jerry&lt;br /&gt;               sits on the bench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Robbie, guarding Hans, turns to Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ROBBIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Back for more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl makes eye contact with Hans.  Hans cuts around Robbie&lt;br /&gt;               as Cheryl bounces the ball ahead of Hans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans catches the ball a step ahead of Robbie and lays in the&lt;br /&gt;               ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         You need to talk less and play&lt;br /&gt;                         more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Robbie glares at Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. RUCKER PARK - MOMENTS LATER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl dribbles the ball at the top of the key.  Robbie&lt;br /&gt;               stands in front of Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ROBBIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Ok, here I am.  Show me what you&lt;br /&gt;                         got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl squints her eyes and everything slows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Chalk lines appear on the court, detailing movement and&lt;br /&gt;               positioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               One chalk line heads to the basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl follows a chalk line in front of Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl bounces the ball along a chalk line to Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl cuts the opposite direction and runs, following a&lt;br /&gt;               second chalk line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans follows a chalk line that approaches Cheryl's line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl uses Hans as a screen.  Robbie bumps into Hans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl curls around and has an open path to the basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest passes over his head, along a chalk line, to Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl catches the ball and in one motion, finger rolls the&lt;br /&gt;               ball into the basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               In real time, Cheryl lands on the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The crowd erupts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl points at Robbie, who hangs his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan and Jerry, on the bench, clap their hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, I gotta get her to teach me&lt;br /&gt;                         that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. RUCKER PARK - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               People exit from the stands and walk off the court.  A ball&lt;br /&gt;               rolls on the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Skittles walks onto the court and picks up the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Skittles dribbles the ball a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Suddenly, Skittles grabs the ball and hunches her shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;               Skittles turns to see Cheryl watching from the sidelines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Skittles motions to pass, but Cheryl waves her hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         Shoot that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Skittles looks confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         Shoot it.  You can make that shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Skittles stands straight and turns toward the basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Skittles bounces the ball a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Skittles takes a shot, heaving the ball into the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The ball flies through the air and swishes through the rim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Skittles bounces around happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   SKITTLES&lt;br /&gt;                         Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Skittles turns toward Cheryl with a wide grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         I knew you could do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855546953125858739-8984117613074252809?l=typhoon5ht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/feeds/8984117613074252809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855546953125858739&amp;postID=8984117613074252809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/8984117613074252809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/8984117613074252809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/2007/08/playaz-cheryl-act-3.html' title='Playaz - Cheryl - Act 3'/><author><name>typhoon5ht</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801110965010748163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855546953125858739.post-8394635120458626769</id><published>2007-07-31T00:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T00:26:50.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playaz - Cheryl - Act 2</title><content type='html'>EXT. THE CAGE - MOMENTS LATER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Robbie and Cheryl glare at one another.  Priest, Hans, and&lt;br /&gt;               the other players look worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ROBBIE&lt;br /&gt;                         You heard me, come here and play&lt;br /&gt;                         some real ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl takes a step towards Robbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         Big man picking on a girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest holds out his hand and stops Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Enough of this.  We all came to&lt;br /&gt;                         ball, so let's ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Robbie and Cheryl turn away from each other and scowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               MONTAGE - THE CAGE - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest passes from the post to Cheryl.  Cheryl shoots and&lt;br /&gt;               hits a jumper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl fakes a shot, drawing the defense.  Cheryl bounce&lt;br /&gt;               passes to Hans.  Hans steps into the lane and lays in the&lt;br /&gt;               ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. THE CAGE - MOMENTS LATER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Robbie takes a shot that bounces off the rim.  Priest pushes&lt;br /&gt;               players out of the way and grabs the rebound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl breaks out on the wing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Heads up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest baseball-passes the ball to Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl dribbles the ball at the rim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Robbie grits his teeth and runs back on defense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl jumps into the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               As Cheryl releases the ball, Robbie crashes into Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl is knocked to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, that ain't cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Robbie shrugs as he walks down the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ROBBIE&lt;br /&gt;                         That's basketball.  Ain't my fault&lt;br /&gt;                         she's weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl, on the ground, looks up and glares at Robbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. ST. JOSEPH'S - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Young Cheryl, lying on the playground, looks up and glares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Young Priest, the Fat Kid, and other players stand around&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   FAT KID&lt;br /&gt;                         That's basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   AL (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;                         No, that's just being a punk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Everyone turns to see Al, younger, in shape, and with a&lt;br /&gt;               confident demeanor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   KIDS&lt;br /&gt;                         A-train!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Al walks past the kids to Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   AL&lt;br /&gt;                         You can just call me Al.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Al helps Cheryl to her feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   AL&lt;br /&gt;                         So, you can push her to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;                         You're a big man now.  You didn't&lt;br /&gt;                         seem so big when she was schooling&lt;br /&gt;                         you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Al moves towards the Fat Kid, glaring at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   AL&lt;br /&gt;                         She shoots, passes, and moves&lt;br /&gt;                         better than you.  She got game.&lt;br /&gt;                         All you got is the heart of a punk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The Fat Kids looks from side to side with fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The other kids laugh at the Fat Kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   AL&lt;br /&gt;                         Now get yo butt off the court,&lt;br /&gt;                         punk.  Go home to yo momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The kids laugh harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The Fat Kid turns and runs away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   AL&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, keep running.  That'll be&lt;br /&gt;                         good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Al turns back to Cheryl, who looks at him with admiration.  A&lt;br /&gt;               basketball sits on the ground past Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Al walks past Cheryl towards the basketball.  Cheryl looks&lt;br /&gt;               down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The ball bounces to Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl, looks up, and sees Al looking at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   AL&lt;br /&gt;                         Shoot that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl, with the ball in her hands, looks uncertain.&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl's feet are at the three-point-line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   AL&lt;br /&gt;                         Shoot that.  You can make that&lt;br /&gt;                         shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl dribbles the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl takes a three pointer.  The ball swishes through the&lt;br /&gt;               hoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   AL&lt;br /&gt;                         There we go, just like I told you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Al turns around and walks off the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Young Priest stands near the fence.  Young Paul (18), dressed&lt;br /&gt;               like a slick thug, walk outside the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   YOUNG PAUL&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, little brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest turns with a disapproving glance and nods to Young&lt;br /&gt;               Paul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Al joins Young Paul and they walk down the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl, holding a ball, watches through the fence at Al and&lt;br /&gt;               Young Paul as they walk down the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. THE CAGE - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl, glaring through the fence, watches Robbie walk away&lt;br /&gt;               down the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest and Hans walk up behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Come on, let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         This isn't fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   HANS&lt;br /&gt;                         He is just a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, but he's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl pushes off the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         What do you mean, you were national&lt;br /&gt;                         champ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl starts walking away from Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         And what does it mean?  I'm still&lt;br /&gt;                         getting knocked around by punks and&lt;br /&gt;                         I need guys to defend me.  It's&lt;br /&gt;                         just not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, where you going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl stops and turn around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         We gotta practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry limps up to Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. THE CAGE - MOMENTS LATER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry dribbles gingerly on the court.  Priest, Hans, and&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl watch him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   HANS&lt;br /&gt;                         Are you ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY&lt;br /&gt;                         One way to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry bounces the ball to Hans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry motions, "Come on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans shrugs and dribbles the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans crosses over in front of Jerry, who stays in front of&lt;br /&gt;               Hans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans drives to Jerry's left.  Jerry darts in and knocks the&lt;br /&gt;               ball loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The ball bounces to Priest, who looks unemotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest bounces the ball to Hans.  Priest and Hans nod to each&lt;br /&gt;               other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans dribbles the ball against Jerry, who defends Hans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans dribbles to Jerry's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry moves to his right and grimaces.  Hans goes around&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry and lays in the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest shakes his head.  Jerry bites his lip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Take it easy, Jerry, you're still&lt;br /&gt;                         hurt.  Let's see what you got,&lt;br /&gt;                         Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl walks to the paint and passes Jerry.  Cheryl and Jerry&lt;br /&gt;               slap unenthusiastic hi-fives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl glares and hunches down into a defensive position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans dribbles the ball in front of Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans crosses over and moves to Cheryl's left.  Cheryl moves&lt;br /&gt;               to her side, but Hans goes around her and scores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans dribbles the ball in front of Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl grits her teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans hesitation dribbles to Cheryl's right.  Cheryl moves,&lt;br /&gt;               but Hans easily goes around her and dunks the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest hangs his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest turns to Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Do what you can to get better.&lt;br /&gt;                         You're still our man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl turns away and kicks the ball into the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans pats Cheryl on the shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   HANS&lt;br /&gt;                         It is alright...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl pulls away from Hans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         No!  This just ain't fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans, Priest, and Jerry send worried looks at Cheryl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855546953125858739-8394635120458626769?l=typhoon5ht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/feeds/8394635120458626769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855546953125858739&amp;postID=8394635120458626769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/8394635120458626769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/8394635120458626769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/2007/07/playaz-cheryl-act-2.html' title='Playaz - Cheryl - Act 2'/><author><name>typhoon5ht</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801110965010748163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855546953125858739.post-8271724995311923114</id><published>2007-07-29T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T22:53:04.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playaz - Cheryl - Act 1</title><content type='html'>CAST LIST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones (19) - skinny, 6 foot black kid from the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo (17) - fat, 6-2 Hispanic kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest (35) - hulking 6-10 black police officer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry (23) - 5-10 Chinese guy with a goatee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl (31) - 6-0 black lady who's a lawyer by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans (25) - 6-8 German man who dresses stylish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan (18) - 7-2 with wild red hair and dressed from the&lt;br /&gt;               70s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Skittles (9) - shy brunette girl who watches excitedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               DJ (26) - short fellow with a loud voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Al (60) - a homeless man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. ST. JOSEPH'S - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A brick school building is fronted by a deserted and eerily&lt;br /&gt;               quiet schoolyard.  A light wind blows the flags and&lt;br /&gt;               basketball hoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   AL (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                         In the jungle, the big cats learn&lt;br /&gt;                         that the only fighting for them is&lt;br /&gt;                         themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               There is a sound of a school bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Masses of children pour out into the schoolyard, running to&lt;br /&gt;               the basketball courts or jumping rope.  The sounds of&lt;br /&gt;               children playing fill the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   AL (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                         This jungle is no different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               YOUNG CHERYL (9), lanky and wearing glasses, carries her&lt;br /&gt;               books through the chaotic schoolyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Young Cheryl walks with her head down as kids run about&lt;br /&gt;               around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A FAT KID, sneering, bumps into Young Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   YOUNG CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         Watch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   FAT KID&lt;br /&gt;                         What, can you see where you're&lt;br /&gt;                         going four eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Fat Kid makes fake glasses on his face with his fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   FAT KID&lt;br /&gt;                         Nyah nyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   YOUNG CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         Oh, stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Young Cheryl turns and begins walking away from the Fat Kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   FAT KID&lt;br /&gt;                             (whiny)&lt;br /&gt;                         Oh stop it, haha.&lt;br /&gt;                             (normal)&lt;br /&gt;                         You got all those brains and that's&lt;br /&gt;                         the best you can do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Young Cheryl glares back at the Fat Kid but keeps walking&lt;br /&gt;               away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Young Cheryl looks down at the ground as she storms forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Suddenly, a basketball hits Young Cheryl in the shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Young Cheryl looks around with a startled look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               YOUNG PRIEST (14), just starting to get big, jogs towards&lt;br /&gt;               Young Cheryl.  Behind Young Priest is a basketball hoop and&lt;br /&gt;               several kids looking towards Young Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   YOUNG PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Yo, help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Young Priest claps his hands together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Young Cheryl glares at Young Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl grabs the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   YOUNG CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         You want this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Young Cheryl baseball passes the ball towards the basketball&lt;br /&gt;               hoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         Why don't you go get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Young Priest looks surprised.  Young Cheryl turns away from&lt;br /&gt;               Young Priest and storms away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Behind Young Cheryl, the ball swishes through the hoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Everyone around looks at Young Cheryl with a look of&lt;br /&gt;               amazement as she storms away.  Young Cheryl glares ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   AL (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                         The jungle changes its colors over&lt;br /&gt;                         time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. COURTROOM - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl, now dressed professionally, glares ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         So, in closing, the defendant was&lt;br /&gt;                         at the scene of the crime, had both&lt;br /&gt;                         the opportunity and the motive to&lt;br /&gt;                         commit the crime, and found himself&lt;br /&gt;                         living a much better life after the&lt;br /&gt;                         crime.  That is what the evidence&lt;br /&gt;                         shows, period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl, standing in front of the Plaintiff's chair, looks&lt;br /&gt;               around the courtroom.  The jury, the judge, lawyer #1, the&lt;br /&gt;               defense, and the defendant all look amazed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The DISTRICT ATTORNEY, a well-dressed man sitting behind&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl, sits agape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. COURT HALLWAY - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl strides through the hallway with her head held high.&lt;br /&gt;               Lawyer #1 walks toward Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LAWYER #1&lt;br /&gt;                         Well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The District Attorney comes along side Cheryl and walks with&lt;br /&gt;               her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DISTRICT ATTORNEY&lt;br /&gt;                         That was quite a game plan you had&lt;br /&gt;                         in there.  Some people in City Hall&lt;br /&gt;                         think you could really be going&lt;br /&gt;                         places with planning like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         Oh, which people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The District Attorney points at himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DISTRICT ATTORNEY&lt;br /&gt;                         This district attorney here, for&lt;br /&gt;                         starters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl smiles and stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The District Attorney smiles and walks on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. CITY STREETS - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl strolls through a crowded street as the sun shines&lt;br /&gt;               brightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl walks to a a busy intersection.  The sound of trucks&lt;br /&gt;               and car horns fill the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   KID #1 (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;                         Haha, burned you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl turns to see Kid #1 dribbling a basketball past Kid&lt;br /&gt;               #2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   KID #1&lt;br /&gt;                         Unstoppable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl calmly reaches her hand to the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl steals the ball from Kid #1.  Kid #1 reaches to&lt;br /&gt;               dribble, but the ball is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Kid #1 looks around with a confused expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         Unstoppable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl smiles at Kid #1 and Kid #2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   KID #2&lt;br /&gt;                         Wow, you got some skills, lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl looks like she's thinking as she passes the ball to&lt;br /&gt;               Kid #2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. THE CAGE - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest, Hans, and other players run on the court inside the&lt;br /&gt;               Cage.  Cheryl, dressed to play basketball, walks up to the&lt;br /&gt;               outside of the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, Priest, who's got next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         That'd be you, I don't want to be&lt;br /&gt;                         sued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest and a few other players laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl walks onto the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               ROBBIE, a taller, more athletic Pablo, starts giggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Oh, what was that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         I think some punk's challenging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Robbie sneers at Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ROBBIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Shouldn't you be buying shoes right&lt;br /&gt;                         now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl glares at Robbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Oh, it's on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               MONTAGE - THE CAGE - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl shoots a three, swishing it through the hoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Robbie shoots a three, and it rims out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl shoots a three, swishing it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Robbie shoots a three, bricking it badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         Bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl shoots a three, banking it into the hoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Robbie shoots a three - airball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest and other players laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. THE CAGE - MOMENTS LATER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Robbie sulks as the other players run to congratulate Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl slaps hi-fives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, that's how you get to be&lt;br /&gt;                         national champ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PLAYERS&lt;br /&gt;                         Oooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Robbie turns toward Cheryl and holds out his chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ROBBIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Well, that was real nice.  But too&lt;br /&gt;                         bad no one cares about the WNBA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl glares at Robbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ROBBIE&lt;br /&gt;                         That ain't real ball.  If you want&lt;br /&gt;                         to play some real ball, come stand&lt;br /&gt;                         over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Robbie points at the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl's eyes squint, and Priest looks worried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855546953125858739-8271724995311923114?l=typhoon5ht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/feeds/8271724995311923114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855546953125858739&amp;postID=8271724995311923114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/8271724995311923114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/8271724995311923114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/2007/07/playaz-cheryl-act-1.html' title='Playaz - Cheryl - Act 1'/><author><name>typhoon5ht</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801110965010748163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855546953125858739.post-8007203406278156141</id><published>2007-07-19T02:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T02:05:49.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playaz - Jerry - Act 3</title><content type='html'>EXT. RUCKER PARK - LATER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry stands outside the court and paces as he talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY&lt;br /&gt;                         I can't believe this!  I win the&lt;br /&gt;                         game and I get this?  I played the&lt;br /&gt;                         best, right?  Everyone see that.  I&lt;br /&gt;                         make the other team look stupid.&lt;br /&gt;                         Don't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry is standing in front of Skittles, who sits on a swing&lt;br /&gt;               set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Skittles looks like she's thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Skittles hops off the swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Skittles takes Jerry's hand and lead him around the&lt;br /&gt;               playground, skipping and smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, wait, what are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Skittles keeps smiling and skipping, dragging Jerry around&lt;br /&gt;               the playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Skittles looks up at Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Skittles lets go, takes a step away, and frowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Skittles runs to Jerry, grabs his hand, hops around, and&lt;br /&gt;               smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Skittles points to a sign that reads, "So happy together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY&lt;br /&gt;                         Oh, I see what you mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Skittles nods excessively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry hangs his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Skittles tugs on Jerry's hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Skittles puts something in Jerry's hand.  Then Skittles skips&lt;br /&gt;               away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry opens his hand.  On Jerry's palm are three M&amp;Ms with&lt;br /&gt;               the lettering scraped off so it reads MVP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry looks up and smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. RUCKER PARK - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The stands are full of cheering fans.  A banner reads,&lt;br /&gt;               "Annual Goat Classic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DJ (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled))&lt;br /&gt;                         Like Ali-Fraizer, we got a rematch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A television set shows the Rucker court.  On the television,&lt;br /&gt;               Bones, Bunyan, and Pablo wave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DJ (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                         We got last year's champs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               On the television, Priest, Hans, and Jerry sit on the&lt;br /&gt;               sidelines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DJ (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                         Versus last years runner ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. RUCKER PARK - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest, Hans, Bones, Bunyan, and Pablo run onto the court.&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry lingers a bit on the sideline.  The air is full of&lt;br /&gt;               cheering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry looks up with a sneer on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The ball flies to Jerry who dribbles up court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo guards Jerry, with Bones guarding Hans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans waves his arms in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Come on, let's see what you got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY&lt;br /&gt;                         You can't guard me last week.  You&lt;br /&gt;                         can't guard me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo shades to Jerry's left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry drives to his right, around Pablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Immediately, Bones rushes in and double-teams Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry lunges to the side and throws up a wild shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan streaks through the air and swats Jerry's shot into&lt;br /&gt;               the seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The crowd ooos.  Jerry slumps a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan waves his finger at Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan turns and bumps elbows with Bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest moves to the sideline and picks up the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         That's not the kind of highlight&lt;br /&gt;                         you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest frowns and throws the ball to Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               MONTAGE: RUCKER PARK - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo and Bones double-team Jerry, stealing the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry dribbles into Bunyan.  Jerry turns and Bones steal the&lt;br /&gt;               ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry is trapped by Bunyan and Bones.  Jerry throws the ball&lt;br /&gt;               into the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               There is the sound of laughter as Jerry hangs his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. RUCKER PARK - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry dribbles the ball at the top of the key.  Pablo, Bones,&lt;br /&gt;               and Bunyan smirk at Jerry.  Jerry's eyes dart from side to&lt;br /&gt;               side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl, on the sideline, jumps to her feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         Timeout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Yo, timeout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A whistle sounds and the players relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, don't take too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones, Pablo, and Bunyan laugh as they head to the sideline&lt;br /&gt;               away from Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry slumps toward Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         Sit down, Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry plops onto the bench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         Look, they got you scouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry looks confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         It's what we do in organized ball&lt;br /&gt;                         when we're going against someone&lt;br /&gt;                         good.  We watch them, find out what&lt;br /&gt;                         they like to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   HANS&lt;br /&gt;                         And that's why they're ready to&lt;br /&gt;                         stop you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest looks away from Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Maybe we need you, Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry holds his head in his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl looks at Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         No, you have a better chance with&lt;br /&gt;                         Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry looks up in surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         Come over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl and Jerry walk away from the sideline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         Look, I know what's going on with&lt;br /&gt;                         your company, so I'm giving you a&lt;br /&gt;                         chance.  It's got to be a lot of&lt;br /&gt;                         pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry frowns and sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         You want to win so you'll get good&lt;br /&gt;                         airtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY&lt;br /&gt;                         But what can I do, you say they&lt;br /&gt;                         have me scouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, that means they know you take&lt;br /&gt;                         the ball to the hole.  Just take it&lt;br /&gt;                         somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry looks like he's thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. RUCKER PARK - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry dribbles the ball at the top of the key.  Pablo, Bones,&lt;br /&gt;               and Bunyan guard him and Priest and Hans.  Hans flanks out to&lt;br /&gt;               the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry looks up at the rim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones, guarding Jerry, smirks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry takes a step toward the rim.  The defense moves towards&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry veers off towards the opposite corner from Hans.  The&lt;br /&gt;               defense chases Jerry, leaving Priest and Hans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry, moving to the corner, notices that Hans is unguarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry throws the ball under the basket toward Hans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans catches and shoots.  The ball swishes through the hoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry points at Hans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest flashes a surprised smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               MONTAGE: RUCKER PARK - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry darts into the key, but pulls back quickly to the wing.&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo chases after Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry darts to the side and throws the ball back to Hans, who&lt;br /&gt;               is open.  Hans shoots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones shakes his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry drives to the side of the key, drawing Bunyan.  Jerry&lt;br /&gt;               throws the ball into the air.  Priest catches the ball and&lt;br /&gt;               dunks it with authority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. RUCKER PARK - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry dribbles the ball at the top of the key.  Bones,&lt;br /&gt;               dripping sweat, guards Jerry.  Hans, Priest, Bunyan, and&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo run about in the frontcourt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DJ (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                         Not looking good for the champions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest moves to set a screen for Jerry.  Bunyan follows&lt;br /&gt;               Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan and Bones make eye contact.  Bones nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry moves around Priest.  Priest screens Bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan jumps around Priest, beating Jerry around Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry looks at the rim.  No one stands between Jerry and the&lt;br /&gt;               rim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry crosses over, moves between Priest and Bunyan, and&lt;br /&gt;               dribbles toward the rim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones steps around Priest to defend Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               As Jerry steps around Priest, Jerry steps onto Bones' foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY&lt;br /&gt;                         Aaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry crumples to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest grabs the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Timeout, timeout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The crowd hushes as the players gather around Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY&lt;br /&gt;                         Aaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry rolls about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans and Bones help Jerry to his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, can you walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry takes a step but crumples and falls.  Hans and Bones&lt;br /&gt;               hold up Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans shakes his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Sorry, man, you were playing real&lt;br /&gt;                         good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans and Bones help Jerry to the bench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The crowd applauds as Jerry slides onto the bench next to&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                             (to Cheryl)&lt;br /&gt;                         Come on, we need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl gives Jerry a sad look as she walks onto the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones pats Jerry on the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Sorry about that, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               On the TV, Jerry holds his head in his hands as the players&lt;br /&gt;               run on the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A bunch of Chinese people watch the TV.  The Chinese people&lt;br /&gt;               frown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHINESE MAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Oh no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The Chinese people look sad as they watch Jerry slumped on&lt;br /&gt;               the bench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. RUCKER PARK - LATER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The crowd exits the stands.  Bones, Bunyan, and Pablo cheer&lt;br /&gt;               on one side of the court.  Cheryl, Priest, and Hans slump&lt;br /&gt;               towards Jerry, who sits on the bench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DJ (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                         A close game tonight, but Bones'&lt;br /&gt;                         boys win again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest plops on the bench next to Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         How's your foot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY&lt;br /&gt;                         It's ok.  I can play in a couple&lt;br /&gt;                         days.  I just need another chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DJ (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                         Since we're double elimination, we&lt;br /&gt;                         might see round three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. SHANGHAI BASKETBALL COURT - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Players run on the court as people walk past ads with Jerry's&lt;br /&gt;               face on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   AL (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                         Life is interesting sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The Chinese Man and Woman from the Living Room walk down a&lt;br /&gt;               street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHINESE MAN&lt;br /&gt;                         I wish he didn't get hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHINESE WOMAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Yes, I wanted to see someone from&lt;br /&gt;                         Shanghai win.  He seemed familiar&lt;br /&gt;                         too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The Chinese Man and Woman stop in front of Jerry's ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHINESE MAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Haha, that's him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHINESE WOMAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Quite a star, on TV and selling&lt;br /&gt;                         condos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The Man looks closer at the ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   MAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Let's give them a look.  We need a&lt;br /&gt;                         good real estate agent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The man takes out a pen and paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   AL (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                         You can do everything wrong, but&lt;br /&gt;                         still come out alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               All over the area, people look at Jerry's ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               People point at Jerry's ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               People take notes while looking at the ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855546953125858739-8007203406278156141?l=typhoon5ht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/feeds/8007203406278156141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855546953125858739&amp;postID=8007203406278156141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/8007203406278156141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/8007203406278156141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/2007/07/playaz-jerry-act-3.html' title='Playaz - Jerry - Act 3'/><author><name>typhoon5ht</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801110965010748163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855546953125858739.post-744579297753557205</id><published>2007-07-18T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T02:23:14.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playaz - Jerry - Act 2</title><content type='html'>EXT. RUCKER PARK - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan, Bones, and Pablo slap hi-fives on the court.  Priest,&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry, Hans, and Cheryl watch on the sidelines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DJ (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                         Now was that a game or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         That was a butt whupping.  That's&lt;br /&gt;                         all the defending champ needed, a 7&lt;br /&gt;                         footer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A few SCOUTS, dressed in school shirts and jackets, walk up&lt;br /&gt;               to Bunyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DJ (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, good news, thanks to our&lt;br /&gt;                         sponsors, we're going double&lt;br /&gt;                         elimination and playing all week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The crowd cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest paces in front of Jerry, Hans, and Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Ok, we all need to get our heads&lt;br /&gt;                         ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl rolls her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Even you.  Ankles go anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         So, close your eyes and think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans, Jerry, and Cheryl close their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Picture yourself on the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry exhales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. SHANGHAI BASKETBALL COURT - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry stands on the basketball court.  A few Chinese players&lt;br /&gt;               stand in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The ball bounces to Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry smirks.  The Chinese players look worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry coasts past player after player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry calmly flips the ball off the backboard.  The ball&lt;br /&gt;               rolls into the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                         But the bad guys are going to try&lt;br /&gt;                         to keep you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Suddenly, a few of Jerry's Co-Workers appear behind Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;               The Co-Workers hold out their arms like zombies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry backs away from the Co-Workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Lee appears next to Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEE&lt;br /&gt;                         Come back to work, Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Lee lunges at Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry runs from Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A basketball bounces to Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry dribbles away from Lee and the Co-Workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry's Dad appears next to Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY'S DAD&lt;br /&gt;                         You have failed.  Now wear our&lt;br /&gt;                         uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry's Dad holds out a suit with the company logo shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry looks scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry dribbles away from his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry dribbles towards the net, but it appears to move away&lt;br /&gt;               from him.  Co-Workers, Lee, and Jerry's Dad chase from&lt;br /&gt;               behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The Co-Workers, Lee, and Jerry's Dad close and begin to&lt;br /&gt;               overwhelm Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY&lt;br /&gt;                         No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. RUCKER PARK - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry looks terrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY&lt;br /&gt;                         No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry looks from side to side.  Priest, Hans, and Cheryl send&lt;br /&gt;               puzzled looks at Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   HANS&lt;br /&gt;                         What was that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY&lt;br /&gt;                         Nothing, don't worry about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry walks down the sideline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                             (to Priest)&lt;br /&gt;                         Good job, Phil Jackson.  Next time,&lt;br /&gt;                         let me do the pep talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   HANS&lt;br /&gt;                         Is he ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               There is the sound of a buzzer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Let's hope so.  We're on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry stops walking.  In front of Jerry are a camera crew&lt;br /&gt;               setting up some television cameras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. RUCKER PARK - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry, Priest, and Hans face off against three GIANTS, tall&lt;br /&gt;               and athletic, on the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry dribbles the ball behind the 3-point line with Giant #1&lt;br /&gt;               guarding him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   GIANT #1&lt;br /&gt;                         Where you think you goin, little&lt;br /&gt;                         asian boy.  We're gonna break you&lt;br /&gt;                         in half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry stutter steps, losing Giant #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry rockets into the key and flips up a layup before the&lt;br /&gt;               other Giants can react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The ball rolls into the hoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The crowd cheers as Jerry walks past Giant #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY&lt;br /&gt;                         You gotta catch me first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               MONTAGE - RUCKER PARK - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry blows past the Giants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry dribbles through the key unhindered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The Giants look bewildered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans looks at Priest and shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry has a focused look in his eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. RUCKER PARK - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Giant #1, covered in sweat, dribbles the ball with a nervous&lt;br /&gt;               look on his face.  Priest and Hans guard the key.  Jerry&lt;br /&gt;               guards Giant #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY&lt;br /&gt;                         You going to shoot?  Come on, hurry&lt;br /&gt;                         up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Giant #1 looks from side to side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Giant #1 turns, telegraphing a pass.  Jerry dashes forward as&lt;br /&gt;               Giant #1 releases the ball and tips the pass into the&lt;br /&gt;               backcourt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry runs ahead of everyone, grabs the loose ball, and&lt;br /&gt;               dashes to the basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry lays in the ball.  The crowd cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DJ (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                         And that's a wrap!  What a game for&lt;br /&gt;                         the little man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry poses to the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               On the sidelines, the camera crew works on the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CAMERAMAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Ok, it should work now.  Too bad we&lt;br /&gt;                         didn't get any shots of that last&lt;br /&gt;                         game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry lowers his arms and kicks the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest and Hans walk to Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Good game, little buddy, but a&lt;br /&gt;                         little less of the 1 on 3.&lt;br /&gt;                         Showboating gets you on TV, but&lt;br /&gt;                         that won't work against Bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans frowns at Jerry and nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest and Hans walk past Jerry and towards Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                             (to Cheryl)&lt;br /&gt;                         Ok, how do we beat Bones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry shakes his head and sighs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855546953125858739-744579297753557205?l=typhoon5ht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/feeds/744579297753557205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855546953125858739&amp;postID=744579297753557205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/744579297753557205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/744579297753557205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/2007/07/playaz-jerry-act-2.html' title='Playaz - Jerry - Act 2'/><author><name>typhoon5ht</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801110965010748163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855546953125858739.post-6164408441492702537</id><published>2007-07-17T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T02:10:26.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playaz - Jerry - Act 1</title><content type='html'>CAST LIST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones (19) - skinny, 6 foot black kid from the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo (17) - fat, 6-2 Hispanic kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest (35) - hulking 6-10 black police officer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry (23) - 5-10 Chinese guy with a goatee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl (31) - 6-0 black lady who's a lawyer by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans (25) - 6-8 German man who dresses stylish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan (18) - 7-2 with wild red hair and dressed from the&lt;br /&gt;               70s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Skittles (9) - shy brunette girl who watches excitedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               DJ (26) - short fellow with a loud voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Al (60) - a homeless man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. SHANGHAI BASKETBALL COURT - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A bunch of Chinese players run on a basketball court&lt;br /&gt;               surrounded by tall buildings.  Aside from the Chinese faces&lt;br /&gt;               and writing, this could be in any city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A sign on a bus stop bench has Jerry's face on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;                         Who's here to play some ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The players stop and turn around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry, wearing a McGrady jersey, stands on the sideline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PLAYERS&lt;br /&gt;                         Jerry!  He's back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The players run to Jerry, and they all appear about the same&lt;br /&gt;               height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PLAYER #1&lt;br /&gt;                         How was New York?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PLAYER #2&lt;br /&gt;                         Are the Americans tall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY&lt;br /&gt;                         Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. RUCKER PARK - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry dribbles at the top of the key with Bones guarding him.&lt;br /&gt;               Priest and Bunyan stand in the key, making it look crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry drives for the middle of the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   AL (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                         Sometime, even when you can't see a&lt;br /&gt;                         path, you need to make one for&lt;br /&gt;                         yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry fakes to his left, drawing Bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry dashes to his right, around Bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry runs right at Bunyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry holds the ball in the palm of his hand like a torch.&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan jumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry runs under Bunyan, who's body blocks out the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry lunges, with the ball sneaking into ray of sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry flips the ball into the air, through Bunyan's arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The ball spins off the backboard and into the hoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         That's how you do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry slaps a hi-five with Priest, who appears a foot taller&lt;br /&gt;               than Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. SHANGHAI STREETS - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry, wearing a basketball jersey, walks through the&lt;br /&gt;               streets, which appear like any big city streets except for&lt;br /&gt;               the Chinese characters.  Some Chinese basketball players&lt;br /&gt;               follow Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PLAYERS&lt;br /&gt;                         Wa sai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, forget what they say about&lt;br /&gt;                         American basketball.  You can play&lt;br /&gt;                         here, you can play there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The players smile and nod to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY&lt;br /&gt;                         See you on the court, got to do my&lt;br /&gt;                         job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry and the players wave to each other as Jerry enters a&lt;br /&gt;               building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. REAL ESTATE OFFICE - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry makes a grand entrance into the office, holding out his&lt;br /&gt;               hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY&lt;br /&gt;                         I am back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Around the office, Co-Workers, all in suits and wearing a&lt;br /&gt;               gaudy, yellow shirt with a Chinese logo, tap on computers or&lt;br /&gt;               hold telephones.  No one pays attention to Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry lowers his arms and slumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The workers sit at their desks as the sounds of ringing&lt;br /&gt;               phones and typing fill the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               LEE (40), wearing a suit and the yellow logo shirt, walks&lt;br /&gt;               past Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEE&lt;br /&gt;                         Good, you're back.  Maybe you can&lt;br /&gt;                         start doing some work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry follows after Lee.  A Chinese logo poster hangs on the&lt;br /&gt;               wall behind them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, I have been doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEE&lt;br /&gt;                         Yes, yes, the plan to make you&lt;br /&gt;                         famous by bouncing your ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Lee sets down some papers on a desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY&lt;br /&gt;                         What do you mean?  People were&lt;br /&gt;                         following me from the courts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEE&lt;br /&gt;                         But those are not the people buying&lt;br /&gt;                         our properties.  You are lucky this&lt;br /&gt;                         is your family's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry stops in his tracks as Lee walks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. SHANGHAI STREETS - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Title card - one year ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry, wearing a suit, walks down the street with JERRY'S&lt;br /&gt;               DAD, who is short but appears dignified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY'S DAD&lt;br /&gt;                         Look around, my son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Construction yards are everywhere, with people building&lt;br /&gt;               skyscrapers and other buildings.  Already built skyscrapers&lt;br /&gt;               form an impressive skyline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY'S DAD&lt;br /&gt;                         The Pudong district is booming.&lt;br /&gt;                         This was nothing but farms and&lt;br /&gt;                         fishermen when you were a child.&lt;br /&gt;                         Now, it will soon be a great city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry and Jerry's Dad walk past billboards with basketball&lt;br /&gt;               players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY'S DAD&lt;br /&gt;                         But we must have an advantage.  Why&lt;br /&gt;                         would people want to use our real&lt;br /&gt;                         estate service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY&lt;br /&gt;                         We must sell ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY'S DAD&lt;br /&gt;                         Yes!  Exactly, like Donald Trump in&lt;br /&gt;                         America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY&lt;br /&gt;                         And I know how to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry's Dad stops a few feet from Jerry and turns to face&lt;br /&gt;               him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry points over his shoulder at the giant billboard of a&lt;br /&gt;               basketball player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry holds up a basketball and smirks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. REAL ESTATE OFFICE - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry, wearing his basketball jersey, sits amidst a group of&lt;br /&gt;               suit wearing workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Lee stands in front of the room next to a chart graph.  Jerry&lt;br /&gt;               and other workers watch Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEE&lt;br /&gt;                         So, yes, our business is growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Lee points to another chart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEE&lt;br /&gt;                         But real estate throughout China is&lt;br /&gt;                         growing at an even greater rate.&lt;br /&gt;                         That means we are falling behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Lee points to a dip in the chart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEE&lt;br /&gt;                         This marks the start of Jerry's&lt;br /&gt;                         project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The room looks at Jerry, who hangs his head.  Jerry's Dad,&lt;br /&gt;               stands up and walks next to Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY'S DAD&lt;br /&gt;                         Do not look down on my son.  He is&lt;br /&gt;                         trying to increase our business,&lt;br /&gt;                         what have the rest of you done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry looks up as the rest of the room slumps their heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY&lt;br /&gt;                         This could still work, there's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEE&lt;br /&gt;                         Why don't we just hire a&lt;br /&gt;                         professional?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY&lt;br /&gt;                         I told you, Yao Ming costs more&lt;br /&gt;                         than we make in a month.  Just use&lt;br /&gt;                         me.  I am famous on the courts.&lt;br /&gt;                         This is street cred!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry jumps to his feet and strikes a pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The room smirks and looks away.  A few snickers are heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry's Dad clears his throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY'S DAD&lt;br /&gt;                         Your 'street cred' is nice, but&lt;br /&gt;                         results are necessary for our&lt;br /&gt;                         goals.  You had best start winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry puffs out his cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. RUCKER PARK - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry sits on the sideline and puffs out his cheeks.  The&lt;br /&gt;               stands are full of cheering fans.  A banner reads, "Annual&lt;br /&gt;               Goat Classic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DJ (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                         Bones and his boys are playing like&lt;br /&gt;                         their lives depend on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               On the court, players bring the ball against the team of&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan, Bones, and Pablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones glares out with determination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A player drives into the lane and flips up a layup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan flies in and swats the ball into the backcourt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones runs and grabs the loose ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones dribbles the ball, but stops at the three point line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones launches a three - nothing but net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones turns to the crowd and lifts his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The crowd erupts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CROWD&lt;br /&gt;                         Bones!  Bones!  Bones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest slides next to Jerry on the sidelines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Bring your A-game.  You'll need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry grits his teeth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855546953125858739-6164408441492702537?l=typhoon5ht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/feeds/6164408441492702537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855546953125858739&amp;postID=6164408441492702537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/6164408441492702537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/6164408441492702537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/2007/07/playaz-jerry-act-1.html' title='Playaz - Jerry - Act 1'/><author><name>typhoon5ht</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801110965010748163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855546953125858739.post-3615338003289333814</id><published>2007-06-22T23:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T23:37:52.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playaz - Hans - Act 3</title><content type='html'>EXT. RUCKER PARK - MOMENTS LATER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans, wearing sunglasses, sits at the edge of the court with&lt;br /&gt;               Priest and Cheryl.  Playing on the court are Bones, Pablo,&lt;br /&gt;               and ROBBIE (18), a taller, more athletic Pablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo looks toward Robbie and no-look passes to Bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones crosses over, shaking a defender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones takes a long jumper, swishing it through the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Can't beat Bones and the brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo and Robbie point to one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans looks scared, but Priest glares at the court as he hangs&lt;br /&gt;               up his cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Jamal's out, but Cheryl can take&lt;br /&gt;                         his place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest stands and paces down the sideline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones fakes out a defender with a shake-and-bake move.  The&lt;br /&gt;               defender falls to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DJ (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (in the distance)&lt;br /&gt;                         Oh man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans' jaw drops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl sits beside Hans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         Don't worry.  If Priest respects&lt;br /&gt;                         your game, you can play.  He hardly&lt;br /&gt;                         plays with anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans seems surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   HANS&lt;br /&gt;                         Respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, sometimes it's nice.  Sure&lt;br /&gt;                         better out here than work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   HANS&lt;br /&gt;                         Yes.  Work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans looks like he's thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. SOUNDSTAGE - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Children are gathered in front of the stage.  A banner reads,&lt;br /&gt;               "Zoo Party."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ANNOUNCER&lt;br /&gt;                         And now, your new friend, Randy the&lt;br /&gt;                         Rhino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A man in a giant Rhino costume jumps onto stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Off stage, Marty smiles and points at Randy the Rhino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   MARTY&lt;br /&gt;                         Go get 'em, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. RUCKER PARK - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans and Cheryl as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         I'm sure glad to be out of the&lt;br /&gt;                         office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A small hand taps Hans on the knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans turns to see Skittles smiling at him.  Hans bends down&lt;br /&gt;               to Skittles' level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   HANS&lt;br /&gt;                         Well, hello there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Skittles touches Hans' sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   HANS&lt;br /&gt;                         Here, try them on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans places the sunglasses onto Skittles' face.  Skittles&lt;br /&gt;               smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         Looks like you've got a fan here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Skittles stands proudly as she holds the sunglasses on her&lt;br /&gt;               face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   HANS&lt;br /&gt;                         She is a good kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         More than that.  She's good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl smiles at Hans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               MONTAGE - RUCKER PARK - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans dribbles the ball up the court.  Cheryl and Priest move&lt;br /&gt;               around in the frontcourt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans takes a shot, swishing it through the hoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest jumps and pulls down a rebound with authority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DJ&lt;br /&gt;                         Priest wins again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo dribbles into the lane.  Pablo passes between his legs&lt;br /&gt;               to Bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones takes a shot, swishing it through the rim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         I can do that all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl bounces the ball to Hans.  Hans fakes a shot, drawing&lt;br /&gt;               the defense, and passes to Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest turns and slams the ball through the rim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest thumps his chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones takes a shot and hits it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Defenders slump their heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest crashes through defenders and banks in a layup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Defenders slump their heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans takes a shot.  Hans holds his follow-through and watches&lt;br /&gt;               the ball go through the hoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The crowd cheers.  Skittles, wearing the sunglasses, jumps&lt;br /&gt;               around in front of a screaming crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. RUCKER PARK - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest, Hans, and Cheryl face off against Bones, Pablo, and&lt;br /&gt;               Robbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DJ (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                         And now it's time for the final.&lt;br /&gt;                         We got the High School City Champs&lt;br /&gt;                         against the old school master, the&lt;br /&gt;                         women's champ, and some white boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         You'll know his name soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl dribbles the ball up the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl passes to Hans.  Pablo guards Hans, but Hans towers&lt;br /&gt;               over Pablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans shoots a long jumper and hits nothing but net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The crowd cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DJ&lt;br /&gt;                         Whoa!  White boy can shoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo dribbles the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo passes to Robbie, who posts up against Hans.  Hans&lt;br /&gt;               reaches around Robbie and bats the pass away.  Priest grabs&lt;br /&gt;               the loose ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DJ&lt;br /&gt;                         Whoa!  Hey, white boy, what's your&lt;br /&gt;                         name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans runs past DJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   HANS&lt;br /&gt;                         Hans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DJ&lt;br /&gt;                         Check your wallets, ladies and&lt;br /&gt;                         gentlemen, because Mr. Hans is a&lt;br /&gt;                         thief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The crowd roars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones grits his teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               MONTAGE - RUCKER PARK - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones takes a shot, banking it into the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones takes a fall-away jumper - swish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones does a stutter step, losing Priest.  Bones darts into&lt;br /&gt;               the lane and hits a runner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo fakes a pass, causing Hans to step to the side.  Pablo&lt;br /&gt;               bounces the ball to Bones.  Bones takes the ball, runs&lt;br /&gt;               through the lane, and dunks the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. RUCKER PARK - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans stands behind the baseline with his hands on his knees.&lt;br /&gt;               Priest and Cheryl move to Hans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   HANS&lt;br /&gt;                         Has he missed a shot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         No.  But what, you thought this was&lt;br /&gt;                         gonna be easy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl dribbles the ball up the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans runs past Priest, using Priest as a screen.  Pablo bumps&lt;br /&gt;               and bounces off Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans catches a pass from Cheryl and does a catch-and-shoot.&lt;br /&gt;               The ball swishes through the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans points at Bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   HANS&lt;br /&gt;                         You are not the only shooter here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The crowd erupts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones smirks at Hans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               MONTAGE: RUCKER PARK - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans hits a shot behind Priest's screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Someone D that guy up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans and Priest slap hi-fives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones spins in the lane, hitting a layup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans passes to Cheryl.  Cheryl shoots and hits a jumper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans points to the crowd.  The crowd cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. RUCKER PARK - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               DJ stands next to the scoreboard, which reads, "20 - 20." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DJ&lt;br /&gt;                         Have we got a game here, or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo drips sweat on the court as he dribbles up the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans and Priest appear tired as the move to defend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones runs a curl around the key.  Hans follows Bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones turns and hangs in the air.  Hans jumps right in Bones'&lt;br /&gt;               face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones shoots, and Hans gets a piece of the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The ball banks off the backboards, then off the rim, then&lt;br /&gt;               bounces around before falling through the hoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans hangs his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         Don't quit now.  They gotta win by&lt;br /&gt;                         two.  Let's do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl dribbles the ball up the court as Priest and Hans run&lt;br /&gt;               ahead of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest posts up against Robbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl bounces the ball to Priest, but Pablo cuts in on a&lt;br /&gt;               double team and knocks the ball away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The ball bounces to Hans, who is now unguarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans jumps and takes a long jumper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The ball flies through the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The ball hits the back of the iron and flies into the back&lt;br /&gt;               court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The ball flies to Bones, who takes off running down the&lt;br /&gt;               court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans looks on in horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones runs away from Cheryl and lays the ball into the hoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               There is the sound of a buzzer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The crowd cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones points to the crowd as Pablo and others mob him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest and Cheryl hang their heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans hangs his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A small hand tugs at Hans' jersey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans looks down at Skittles, who tugs on his jersey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Skittles holds out Hans' sunglasses, offering them to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans smiles and takes the glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Skittles smiles and jumps up and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones pushes through the players on the court and runs to&lt;br /&gt;               Hans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Let's hear it for my man here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans looks around confused as the crowd cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   HANS&lt;br /&gt;                         But, I lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Boy, I had the day of my life.  I&lt;br /&gt;                         didn't miss a shot as still, we&lt;br /&gt;                         barely beat you.  Now, put on those&lt;br /&gt;                         shades and don't you even hang your&lt;br /&gt;                         head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans puts on his sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans stands tall as the crowd cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The three old men sit in the stands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LARRY&lt;br /&gt;                         Now there's a player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. RUCKER PARK - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The sun is rising.  Hans walks up to Priest, Jerry, and&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl.  Behind them, people put up a sign reading, "Goat&lt;br /&gt;               Classic 3 on 3 Streetball."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans glares at the sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         You ready to play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   HANS&lt;br /&gt;                         I am ready to win.  We are better&lt;br /&gt;                         this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               On the court, Pablo throws an alley-oop pass to Bunyan.&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan slams the ball with authority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest and Hans exhale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   AL (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                         The battle for respect is a&lt;br /&gt;                         constant struggle.  If you're not&lt;br /&gt;                         moving forward, your opponents pass&lt;br /&gt;                         you by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan and Pablo bump forearms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest and Hans look worried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855546953125858739-3615338003289333814?l=typhoon5ht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/feeds/3615338003289333814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855546953125858739&amp;postID=3615338003289333814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/3615338003289333814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/3615338003289333814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/2007/06/playaz-hans-act-3.html' title='Playaz - Hans - Act 3'/><author><name>typhoon5ht</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801110965010748163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855546953125858739.post-6543955923146075481</id><published>2007-06-22T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T00:18:17.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playaz - Hans - Act 2</title><content type='html'>EXT. THE CAGE - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans, dressed in a slick t-shirt and shorts, holds his&lt;br /&gt;               cellphone to his ear.  Players, including Priest and Jamal,&lt;br /&gt;               play on the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   MARTY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                         Hans, baby, those zoo guys won't&lt;br /&gt;                         hold out forever.  Listen to me,&lt;br /&gt;                         baby, and laugh all the way to the&lt;br /&gt;                         bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   MARTY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                         Whoa, hang on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans hangs up his cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans, grits his teeth and enters The Cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest turns to Hans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, Hans, big white boy.  Welcome&lt;br /&gt;                         back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jamal and other players huddle behind Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JAMAL&lt;br /&gt;                         That guy hit the shot?  He's a big&lt;br /&gt;                         boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans walks up to Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   HANS&lt;br /&gt;                         I am ready to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. THE CAGE - MOMENTS LATER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jamal dribbles the ball up the court as players, including,&lt;br /&gt;               Priest and Hans, run about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest posts up with Hans on the wing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jamal passes to Hans, who is defended by a defender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Yo, I'm open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans fakes a pass to Priest, causing the defender to jump&lt;br /&gt;               towards Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans takes a jump shot.  The ball swishes through the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans nods and he backpedals down the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. THE CAGE - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans holds the ball at the top of the key.  Priest wrestles&lt;br /&gt;               for position in the key.  Defender #1 stands directly in&lt;br /&gt;               front of Hans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DEFENDER #1&lt;br /&gt;                         No more, white boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans takes a quick dribble and Defender #1 follows him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans bounces the ball between Defender #1's legs.  The ball&lt;br /&gt;               bounces to Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest turns and knocks a defender to the ground.  Priest&lt;br /&gt;               lays the ball in off the backboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         And that's game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The defenders shake their heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Good game, Hans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The defenders walk up to Hans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DEFENDER #1&lt;br /&gt;                         Good game, white boy.  Stick&lt;br /&gt;                         around, I want you on my team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   HANS&lt;br /&gt;                         Haha, thank you.  I am glad to be&lt;br /&gt;                         here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               There is the sound of a cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans runs to the sideline and picks up his cellphone.  The&lt;br /&gt;               display reads, "Marty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Yo, Hans, we got another game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans looks towards Priest and pauses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans pushes a button on his cellphone.  The sound of the&lt;br /&gt;               cellphone disappears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans tosses the cellphone aside and jogs onto the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. THE CAGE - MOMENTS LATER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans catches a pass as players run about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans fakes a shot, causing the defender to jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans dribbles around the defender and towards the basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The defenders swarm towards Hans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Defenders jump towards Hans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans jumps into a defender.  Hans bounces off the defender&lt;br /&gt;               and floats in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans shoots the ball and banks it into the basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest walks up to Hans and raises his forearm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans pauses for a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans raises his forearm.  Priest bumps forearms with Hans and&lt;br /&gt;               smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         There we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest and Jamal jog down the court.  Priest and Jamal nod to&lt;br /&gt;               one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. THE CAGE - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans leans against the wall with his hands on his knees.&lt;br /&gt;               Jamal and other players exit The Cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest walks up to Hans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         They really teach you how to play&lt;br /&gt;                         over in Germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   HANS&lt;br /&gt;                         Yes, but I came here to pursue a&lt;br /&gt;                         dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Dreams are nice, but I'll take some&lt;br /&gt;                         real ball.  You game for some real&lt;br /&gt;                         competition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans looks up with an exhausted look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Haha, not now, Saturday.  There's a&lt;br /&gt;                         big tournament up at Rucker.  With&lt;br /&gt;                         you on my team, we could win the&lt;br /&gt;                         whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   HANS&lt;br /&gt;                         I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Come on, you do this and the whole&lt;br /&gt;                         town will respect you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans' eyes light up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   HANS&lt;br /&gt;                         Ok, then, I'll be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         That's what I like to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest moves toward the gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Bring your A-game.  Those guys at&lt;br /&gt;                         Rucker can play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans stands up and smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans notices his cell phone on the ground out of the corner&lt;br /&gt;               of his eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans picks up his cell phone.  It reads, "5 new messages."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans holds his cellphone to his ear and strolls down the&lt;br /&gt;               street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CELLPHONE VOICE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                         First new message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   MARTY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, Hans - baby, call me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans walks past a poster featuring a man rolling his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               There is a beep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CELLPHONE VOICE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                         Second new message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   MARTY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, Hans, you need to call me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               There is a beep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans walks past a poster advertising a horror movie, with a&lt;br /&gt;               frightened face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CELLPHONE VOICE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                         Third new message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   MARTY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                         Hans, seriously, you're going to&lt;br /&gt;                         lose some good work if you don't&lt;br /&gt;                         call me.  Now think about it.  What&lt;br /&gt;                         do you really want to be doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans stops next to a poster advertising, "Zoo Party."  Hans&lt;br /&gt;               turns and sees a poster advertising basketball shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. RUCKER PARK - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans, wearing sunglasses, walks up to Priest outside the&lt;br /&gt;               park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   HANS&lt;br /&gt;                         So, what is this little tournament?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Little?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest leads Hans into the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The area is filled with people, some dressed to play ball,&lt;br /&gt;               many just there to watch.  Players run about on the court.  A&lt;br /&gt;               banner reads, "Goat Classic 3 on 3 Streetball."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Welcome to Rucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans looks around in awe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855546953125858739-6543955923146075481?l=typhoon5ht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/feeds/6543955923146075481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855546953125858739&amp;postID=6543955923146075481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/6543955923146075481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/6543955923146075481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/2007/06/playaz-hans-act-2.html' title='Playaz - Hans - Act 2'/><author><name>typhoon5ht</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801110965010748163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855546953125858739.post-1171786738230016394</id><published>2007-06-21T11:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T11:27:58.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playaz - Hans - Act 1</title><content type='html'>CAST LIST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones (19) - skinny, 6 foot black kid from the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo (17) - fat, 6-2 hispanic kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest (35) - hulking 6-10 black police officer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry (23) - 5-10 chinese guy with a goatee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl (31) - 6-0 black lady who's a lawyer by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans (25) - 6-8 German man who dresses stylish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan (18) - 7-2 with wild red hair and dressed from the&lt;br /&gt;               70s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Skittles (9) - shy brunette girl who watches excitedly.&lt;br /&gt;               The Three Old Men&lt;br /&gt;               - Sal (70s) - white haired and wrinkly.&lt;br /&gt;               - Larry (70s) - balding black grandpa with glasses&lt;br /&gt;               - Russell (70s) - tall, thin with a white mustache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               DJ (26) - short fellow with a loud voice&lt;br /&gt;               Al (60) - a homeless man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. THE CAGE - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Lights illuminate the small court surrounded by chain link&lt;br /&gt;               fences.  Hans walks up to the gate.  Priest and others play&lt;br /&gt;               on the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   HANS&lt;br /&gt;                         Who has next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PLAYER (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, white boy, can you shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         No, white boy can play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans and Priest nod to one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Al sits on the sidewalk across the street.  Hans enters the&lt;br /&gt;               game and dribbles the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   AL (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                         Respect is a funny thing.  Everyone&lt;br /&gt;                         wants it, but the road to respect&lt;br /&gt;                         can be pretty humiliating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. SOUNDSTAGE - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Title Card: One year ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The soundstage is decorated for a children's TV show, with&lt;br /&gt;               painted flowers and pastels.  Children sit in front of the&lt;br /&gt;               stage.  A banner reads, "Zoo Party!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ANNOUNCER (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                         Say hi to Harry the Hippo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The room fills with cheers as a tall man in a giant blue&lt;br /&gt;               hippo costume jumps onto stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The hippo dances awkwardly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   HANS (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                         Hello, children.  How are you&lt;br /&gt;                         today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ANNOUNCER (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                         Kids, why don't you go give Harry a&lt;br /&gt;                         hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The kids run onto stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The kids grab Harry the Hippo and jump around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   KIDS&lt;br /&gt;                         Harry!  Harry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   HANS (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                         Whoa, there children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The kids knock Harry the Hippo off his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The kids dogpile Harry the Hippo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   HANS (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                         Ooofff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. SOUNDSTAGE - LATER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Harry the Hippo slouches on the stage as people clear off the&lt;br /&gt;               stage behind him.  MARTY (45), a slick wheeler-dealer, walks&lt;br /&gt;               up to Harry the Hippo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   MARTY&lt;br /&gt;                         What'd I tell you, buddy, they&lt;br /&gt;                         loved you out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Harry the Hippo pulls off his head, revealing a worn-looking&lt;br /&gt;               Hans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   MARTY&lt;br /&gt;                         Whoa, looking a little worn there,&lt;br /&gt;                         buddy.  But, don't worry about it.&lt;br /&gt;                         I got you booked all next week at&lt;br /&gt;                         this gig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   HANS&lt;br /&gt;                         There is not anything where I can&lt;br /&gt;                         just be me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   MARTY&lt;br /&gt;                         Well, I'm keeping on top of things,&lt;br /&gt;                         but let me level with you.  The&lt;br /&gt;                         market for goofy German giants&lt;br /&gt;                         isn't exactly the best in this&lt;br /&gt;                         town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans stands up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   HANS&lt;br /&gt;                         Then you will have to do better,&lt;br /&gt;                         because I quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   MARTY&lt;br /&gt;                         Whoa, whoa, don't walk.  This is a&lt;br /&gt;                         good gig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans tosses the head of Harry the Hippo to the side and walks&lt;br /&gt;               away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   MARTY&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, how're you going to pay your&lt;br /&gt;                         bills, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   HANS&lt;br /&gt;                         I have ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. RESTAURANT - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans, dressed in a goofy tux, stand next to a table filled&lt;br /&gt;               with customers.  The restaurant is full of customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   HANS&lt;br /&gt;                         And our specials tonight are salmon&lt;br /&gt;                         with a sesame vinaigrette as well&lt;br /&gt;                         as an excellent bouillabaisse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CUSTOMER #1&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, that's a cool accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   HANS&lt;br /&gt;                         Yes, I'm from Germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CUSTOMER #1&lt;br /&gt;                         Oh cool, say,&lt;br /&gt;                             (bad german accent)&lt;br /&gt;                         I'll be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   HANS&lt;br /&gt;                         I don't sound anything like that.&lt;br /&gt;                         And he's not even German.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CUSTOMER #1&lt;br /&gt;                         Come on say it. &lt;br /&gt;                             (bad german accent)&lt;br /&gt;                         I'll be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans frowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   HANS&lt;br /&gt;                         I'll be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CUSTOMER #1&lt;br /&gt;                         Hmm, it's cooler in the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans slumps forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans, dressed in the goofy tuxedo, exits the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans slumps down the street.  There is the sound of a&lt;br /&gt;               cellphone ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans takes out his cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   HANS&lt;br /&gt;                         Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   MARTY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                         Hans, baby, the Zoo Party people&lt;br /&gt;                         offered some more money.  You'd be&lt;br /&gt;                         stupid to say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   HANS&lt;br /&gt;                         I do not see Tom Hanks doing Zoo&lt;br /&gt;                         Party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   MARTY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                         Heh, hate to say it but you don't&lt;br /&gt;                         exactly have the leading man...&lt;br /&gt;                         looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans turns and looks at his reflection in a window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   MARTY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                         But, hey, there's always a place&lt;br /&gt;                         for everyone in this town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans hangs up his phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans examines his reflection and frowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans slumps his shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. THE CAGE - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans, wearing the goofy tux, walks near the cage.  Several&lt;br /&gt;               players play basketball inside the Cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               JAMAL (18), long and athletic, dribbles the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jamal passes between a defender's legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JAMAL&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah!  Knock it down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A player takes a shot, bricking it badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The ball bounces over the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The ball rolls to Hans, who stands outside the cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans picks up the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PLAYER #1&lt;br /&gt;                         Yo, white boy.  A little help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans turns towards the Cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans looks at the basket on the opposite side of the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PLAYERS&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, what are you doing?  Man, give&lt;br /&gt;                         us the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans takes a jump shot, displaying perfect form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The ball arcs over the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The players track the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The ball swishes through the basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PLAYERS&lt;br /&gt;                         Whoa!  That was a shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans continues walking past the Cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;                         Yo, hold up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans stops and turns around to see Priest standing outside&lt;br /&gt;               the Cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Nice shot.  Come play a game or&lt;br /&gt;                         two.  I got next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   HANS&lt;br /&gt;                         No, thank you.  That is all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans slumps away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Ok, next time.  I know talent when&lt;br /&gt;                         I see it, and you've got a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans stops and smiles a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans turns back to Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   HANS&lt;br /&gt;                         Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         No problem.  Hey, I didn't catch&lt;br /&gt;                         your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   HANS&lt;br /&gt;                         Hans.  Hans Schmidtanhoffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         I'm Priest.  Come back and we'll&lt;br /&gt;                         play some ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans nods and walks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest enters the Cage through a gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PLAYER #1&lt;br /&gt;                         Who was that white boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         His name's Hans something or&lt;br /&gt;                         another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855546953125858739-1171786738230016394?l=typhoon5ht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/feeds/1171786738230016394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855546953125858739&amp;postID=1171786738230016394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/1171786738230016394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/1171786738230016394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/2007/06/playaz-hans-act-1.html' title='Playaz - Hans - Act 1'/><author><name>typhoon5ht</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801110965010748163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855546953125858739.post-6024250030366289076</id><published>2007-05-26T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T01:12:20.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playaz - Pablo - Act 3</title><content type='html'>EXT. RUCKER PARK - MOMENTS LATER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo and Jerry face each other in the middle of the court.&lt;br /&gt;               The other players and everyone else focus on Pablo and Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY&lt;br /&gt;                         Come on, fat boy, play me without&lt;br /&gt;                         all-stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo looks to the sideline where Bones and Bunyan stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo looks down at his body.  Then Pablo turns to the&lt;br /&gt;               basketball on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo turns back to Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         You're on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY&lt;br /&gt;                         Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry turns to Priest and Hans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;                         You two on my team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, I thought you said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY&lt;br /&gt;                         I say no all-star for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest and Hans chuckle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo looks over the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Fine, but I get her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo points to Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY&lt;br /&gt;                         No problem, you get girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry walks away from Pablo and points at a couple other&lt;br /&gt;               players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl and a couple players gather around Pablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         You got guts, kid.  I admire that,&lt;br /&gt;                         but we don't match up at all.&lt;br /&gt;                         They're a lot bigger and faster&lt;br /&gt;                         than us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, but we got something they&lt;br /&gt;                         don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl and the other players give Pablo confused looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;                         We know how to play basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones and Bunyan sit on the bleachers.  Skittles jumps around&lt;br /&gt;               in front of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Pablo's team looks small out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, but Pablo makes everyone out&lt;br /&gt;                         there better.  He can do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo dribbles the ball up the court.  Pablo looks over at&lt;br /&gt;               the bleachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Skittles gives Pablo a thumbs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo nods and jogs up the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry moves to defend Pablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY&lt;br /&gt;                         Now time you get punked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl moves off a screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         It'd seem that way.  Your players&lt;br /&gt;                         are a lot bigger and faster than&lt;br /&gt;                         us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans chases after Cheryl, but Hans bumps into a screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY&lt;br /&gt;                         Ah, you agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo flings the ball into the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl catches the ball and shoots immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The ball swishes through the hoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, except for the punking part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo smirks at Jerry and jogs back on defense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry dribbles the ball and Cheryl guards him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry dribbles between his legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY&lt;br /&gt;                         You think you can stop me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry crosses over, dribbling past Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry smirks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Immediately, Pablo and the rest of the defense surround&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry bumps into Pablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;                         Ooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The ball bounces free and Cheryl grabs it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry jogs back on defense with Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         They're zoning us, you can't&lt;br /&gt;                         penetrate past all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry glares at Pablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. RUCKER PARK - MOMENTS LATER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry dribbles the ball at the top of the key.  The crowd&lt;br /&gt;               cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest posts up against Pablo.  Pablo struggles and pushes&lt;br /&gt;               against Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Yo, Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry bounces the ball to Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl darts in out of nowhere and picks off the pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         Sorry, big man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl dribbles the ball up the sideline.  Jerry chases after&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl bounces the ball between Jerry's legs to another&lt;br /&gt;               player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The player lays the ball into the hoop.  The crowd erupts in&lt;br /&gt;               applause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DJ&lt;br /&gt;                         Did I just see that?  Little lady&lt;br /&gt;                         can play some ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans holds up his hand and whistles.  Jerry and Priest move&lt;br /&gt;               to Hans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   HANS&lt;br /&gt;                         Let me break their zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry and Priest nod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               MONTAGE: RUCKER PARK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans shoots a three.  The balls swishes through the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans shoots a three.  The shot misses.  Priest knocks down&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo and grabs the rebound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans shoots a three.  Jerry runs down a long rebound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo wipes sweat off his forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo drives and passes the ball backwards to Cheryl.  Cheryl&lt;br /&gt;               shoots and hits a three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo drives and passes.  Priest steps into Pablo, knocking&lt;br /&gt;               him to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. RUCKER PARK - MOMENTS LATER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The crowd cheers and the scoreboard reads 11-10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo dribbles the ball and Jerry defends him.  Sweat pours&lt;br /&gt;               off Pablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY&lt;br /&gt;                         Why you no score?  Are you afraid&lt;br /&gt;                         of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         You still talking trash?  It's game&lt;br /&gt;                         point for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY&lt;br /&gt;                         Yah, so why don't you score?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Oh?  You want me to drive in on you&lt;br /&gt;                         and end this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY&lt;br /&gt;                         Oh, I like to see you try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo winks at Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo drives on Jerry, and Jerry stays in front of Pablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo brings the ball behind his back, as if throwing a pass.&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry moves to Pablo's left to follow the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo turns his hand over and brings the ball back in front&lt;br /&gt;               on himself, completing the fake pass move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo leans forward and finger rolls the ball into the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               All the players focus on the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The ball swishes through the hoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The crowd cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah!  That's my man, Pablo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The three old men smile and nod.  Skittles bounces around in&lt;br /&gt;               front of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LARRY&lt;br /&gt;                         Woo!  Big boy's got some skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   RUSSELL&lt;br /&gt;                         The old pistol-pete move.  Timeless&lt;br /&gt;                         beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry stares at the hoop with a look of disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo, pouring sweat, stands in front of Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         You lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY&lt;br /&gt;                         How... how can you beat us?  You so&lt;br /&gt;                         slow and fat and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         And we know how to ball.  Speed and&lt;br /&gt;                         size help, but skills always win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones, Bunyan, and Priest walk near Pablo and Jerry.  Pablo&lt;br /&gt;               stands proudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;                         The skill you need to learn is how&lt;br /&gt;                         to get the rock to those boys.&lt;br /&gt;                         With your speed, it shouldn't be a&lt;br /&gt;                         problem.  You just need to see the&lt;br /&gt;                         beauty of a good pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones smiles and nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         That's for tomorrow.  Right now,&lt;br /&gt;                         you lost. Get off the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry turns and shuffles off the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY&lt;br /&gt;                         You still need to lose pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry exits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo, pouring sweat, glares at Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Great move, my man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones slaps Pablo on the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo collapses to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones, Bunyan, and Priest look down at Pablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest and Bunyan pour water from a bottles onto Pablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;                         You ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Gahhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         You know, man, he's right.  You&lt;br /&gt;                         probably could lose a few L.Bs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo slumps backward and takes deep breaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855546953125858739-6024250030366289076?l=typhoon5ht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/feeds/6024250030366289076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855546953125858739&amp;postID=6024250030366289076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/6024250030366289076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/6024250030366289076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/2007/05/playaz-pablo-act-3.html' title='Playaz - Pablo - Act 3'/><author><name>typhoon5ht</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801110965010748163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855546953125858739.post-5033198022479016529</id><published>2007-05-25T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T01:31:48.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playaz - Pablo - Act 2</title><content type='html'>EXT. CITY STREETS - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan and Pablo walk down the street.  Bunyan looks at a&lt;br /&gt;               college brochure.  Bunyan walks tall and Pablo hunches over a&lt;br /&gt;               little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Wow, this is cool.  One coach said&lt;br /&gt;                         he'd guarantee me a full ride if I&lt;br /&gt;                         got my scores.  All meals and&lt;br /&gt;                         everything included.  Check out&lt;br /&gt;                         these rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan shows a college brochure with a picture of a fancy&lt;br /&gt;               suite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, that's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Man, I don't know what I'm going to&lt;br /&gt;                         do.  Every school looks great.&lt;br /&gt;                         How'd you handle this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan and Pablo stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         You know, all this recruiting and&lt;br /&gt;                         scholarships and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo starts walking.  Bunyan chases after him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Nah, you're kidding, right?  Come&lt;br /&gt;                         on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         But, you're a great player.  You've&lt;br /&gt;                         got moves and passes and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo stops and glares up at Bunyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         And I got nothing, ok!?  Zero, zip,&lt;br /&gt;                         nada.  No one wants a fat, slow&lt;br /&gt;                         point guard, even if I can find the&lt;br /&gt;                         open man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Look at you, man.  You're a freak.&lt;br /&gt;                         You're as tall as the rim and can&lt;br /&gt;                         jump out of the gym.  But you're&lt;br /&gt;                         the freak of nature they're all&lt;br /&gt;                         looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo storms away from Bunyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. PIZZA STAND - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo sits on a bench with a piece of pizza.  Pablo seems&lt;br /&gt;               angry.  People walk about around Pablo or wait in line at the&lt;br /&gt;               window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo tears into his pizza and chews quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo takes another bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo reaches into his pocket and takes out a candy bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;                         Yo, figured I'd find you here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo looks to the side and sees Bones standing by the bench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo nods to Bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones sits down next to Pablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo takes a bit of his candy bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones takes the pizza from Pablo and takes a bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones and Pablo chew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Bunyan ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, he just wants to know that&lt;br /&gt;                         you're ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo takes another bite of his candy bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         You know, I shouldn't let this get&lt;br /&gt;                         me, but it's hard, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones takes the candy bar from Pablo and takes a bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;                         I mean, you got your brain,&lt;br /&gt;                         Bunyan's a monster, but what do I&lt;br /&gt;                         got?  Nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Man, don't say that.  You're my&lt;br /&gt;                         boy, and you're the best guy I&lt;br /&gt;                         know.  That ain't all, you know the&lt;br /&gt;                         game better than anyone.  Period.&lt;br /&gt;                         And that ain't nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones jumps to his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo stands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Where we going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         I'm gonna prove to you that those&lt;br /&gt;                         scouts don't know jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. RUCKER PARK - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry and other players run on the court.  DJ, the three old&lt;br /&gt;               men, Skittles, Cheryl, and others sit around the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry drives past several defenders and throws up a wild&lt;br /&gt;               layup.  The ball bounces around and through the hoop.  DJ&lt;br /&gt;               holds a mic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DJ&lt;br /&gt;                         Wooo!  My man, Jerry, going fast&lt;br /&gt;                         forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo and Bones enter the park and walk up to Bunyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Chill for a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones walks to the sideline, leaving Pablo and Bunyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Sorry about tripping out earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, it's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               On the court, Jerry drives and scores another layup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The crowd cheers and DJ steps onto the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DJ&lt;br /&gt;                         And that's eleven.  See ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry slaps hi-fives as Bones walks onto the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DJ (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;                         My man!  Give it up for Bones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones and DJ hug.  Bones takes the microphone from DJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Yo, can y'all help me out for a&lt;br /&gt;                         second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Everyone looks at Bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;                         Now, see, I'm trying to prove&lt;br /&gt;                         something to my friend Pablo.  So,&lt;br /&gt;                         what I need a game to eleven.&lt;br /&gt;                         We'll play you 5 on 3.  We'll even&lt;br /&gt;                         spot you seven points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry looks around and smirks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;                         Oh yeah, me and the big man can't&lt;br /&gt;                         shoot in the paint.  Anyone want to&lt;br /&gt;                         take down the king of this court?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, we play.  Hope you like&lt;br /&gt;                         losing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones and Jerry shake hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo and Bunyan look confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Does he know what he's doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         He's the smartest guy I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo walks onto the court.  The crowd cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo walks to the sideline and makes eye contact with&lt;br /&gt;               Skittles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo tosses a pack of candy to Skittles.  Skittles looks at&lt;br /&gt;               the candy - they're Skittles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Skittles jumps around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo smiles and walks to Bones and Bunyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Good karma from the kid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Man, we'll need all the karma we&lt;br /&gt;                         can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         No, we just need you to play some&lt;br /&gt;                         ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. RUCKER PARK - MOMENTS LATER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo dribbles the ball up the court.  Jerry guards Pablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY&lt;br /&gt;                         Your friend crazy.  No way you guys&lt;br /&gt;                         beat us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Maybe you're right, but I'm gonna&lt;br /&gt;                         play some basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo flips the ball behind his back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones uses Bunyan as a screen and does a catch-and-shoot&lt;br /&gt;               behind him - nothing but net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo smirks at Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               MONTAGE - RUCKER PARK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry drives around Bones and shoots, but Bunyan blocks the&lt;br /&gt;               shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry no-look passes to Bones, who does a catch-and-shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The ball goes through the hoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones uses Jerry as a screen and shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The ball goes through the hoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan blocks a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry drives down the lane and tosses the ball backwards.&lt;br /&gt;               Bones catches the ball and takes a long jumper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The ball goes through the hoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The ball goes through the hoop again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. RUCKER PARK - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo dribbles on the right wing.  Jerry grits his teeth as&lt;br /&gt;               he guards Pablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo bounces the ball to Bunyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The defense swarms Bunyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo moves to the top of the key, setting a screen for&lt;br /&gt;               Bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo whistles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones runs next to Pablo, and his defender bumps into Pablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan passes the ball to the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones catches the ball and shoots immediately, with his&lt;br /&gt;               defender just out of reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The ball swishes through the hoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The crowd cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DJ&lt;br /&gt;                         Eleven to nine, or well, eleven to&lt;br /&gt;                         two.  That's my boy, Bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry looks at the ground as Pablo walks by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         That's what I'm talking about,&lt;br /&gt;                         Pablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo walks to Bones and slaps a hi-five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry grits his teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, fat boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo turns around and glares at Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;                         So, what you saying is basketball&lt;br /&gt;                         is doing nothing while your buddies&lt;br /&gt;                         score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY&lt;br /&gt;                         Of course you win.  You have&lt;br /&gt;                         sharpshooter and walking tree on&lt;br /&gt;                         your team.  What idiot lose with&lt;br /&gt;                         that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones and Bunyan look at each other and shrug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Yo, he might have a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY&lt;br /&gt;                         One more game, but no more all-star&lt;br /&gt;                         team for you.  Let's see fat boy&lt;br /&gt;                         play basketball.  What do you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               All eyes turn to Pablo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855546953125858739-5033198022479016529?l=typhoon5ht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/feeds/5033198022479016529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855546953125858739&amp;postID=5033198022479016529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/5033198022479016529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/5033198022479016529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/2007/05/playaz-pablo-act-2.html' title='Playaz - Pablo - Act 2'/><author><name>typhoon5ht</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801110965010748163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855546953125858739.post-2966777040279700632</id><published>2007-05-24T01:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T01:27:22.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playaz - Pablo - Act 1</title><content type='html'>CAST LIST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones (19) - skinny, 6 foot black kid from the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo (17) - fat, 6-2 hispanic kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest (35) - hulking 6-10 black police officer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry (23) - 5-10 chinese guy with a goatee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl (31) - 6-0 black lady who's a lawyer by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans (25) - 6-8 German man who dresses stylish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan (18) - 7-2 with wild red hair and dressed from the&lt;br /&gt;               70s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Skittles (9) - shy brunette girl who watches excitedly.&lt;br /&gt;               The Three Old Men&lt;br /&gt;               - Sal (70s) - white haired and wrinkly.&lt;br /&gt;               - Larry (70s) - balding black grandpa with glasses&lt;br /&gt;               - Russell (70s) - tall, thin with a white mustache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               DJ (26) - short fellow with a loud voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. ST. JOSEPH'S - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The schoolyard is empty except for the basketball courts.&lt;br /&gt;               COACH SANCHEZ (45), a big Hispanic man, stands on the court&lt;br /&gt;               in front of a bunch of high school players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   COACH SANCHEZ&lt;br /&gt;                         Glad you all could make it out for&lt;br /&gt;                         summer practice.  We've got a lot&lt;br /&gt;                         to go over, now that Pablo&lt;br /&gt;                         graduated, but if you work hard, we&lt;br /&gt;                         might have a shot at another&lt;br /&gt;                         banner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   HIGH SCHOOL PLAYERS&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, that'd be sweet, let's play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   COACH SANCHEZ&lt;br /&gt;                         First things first, though, you&lt;br /&gt;                         need to get used to playing at a&lt;br /&gt;                         high level.  Now, Pablo's going to&lt;br /&gt;                         help you with that this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The High School Players look to the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The High School Players make a double take to the side and&lt;br /&gt;               their jaws drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo walks onto the court with Bunyan, who towers over&lt;br /&gt;               everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   COACH SANCHEZ (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;                         Oh yeah, he brought a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo tosses a basketball at the rim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan jumps into the air and jams the ball through the hoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   COACH SANCHEZ (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;                         We start on defense.  Your job is&lt;br /&gt;                         to stop the big man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The High School Players look intimidated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. PABLO'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The house is small, but nice.  A door opens and Pablo exits&lt;br /&gt;               and yawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo walks into the living room and stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan sprawls on a couch, asleep.  However, Bunyan's arms&lt;br /&gt;               and legs seems to engulf the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo snickers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               There is the sound of a knock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo opens the door, revealing Bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, my man.  Where's the big man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo points over his shoulder at Bunyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones looks at Bunyan and laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;                         He don't exactly fit here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan snores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Dude, with his legs, I don't think&lt;br /&gt;                         he'll fit anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones, holding his backpack, walks to Bunyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Wake up, Big Man, school is in&lt;br /&gt;                         session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones takes a stack of books out of his backpack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo closes the door and walks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. PABLO'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo enters a small kitchen full of bags of junk food and&lt;br /&gt;               candy.  Coach Sanchez cooks at the stove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   COACH SANCHEZ&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, son, who was that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo takes some orange juice out of the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         That's Jimmy, doing some SAT stuff&lt;br /&gt;                         with Bunyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo sits down and fills a glass with orange juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Coach Sanchez sets a plate with eggs in front of Pablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, thanks for letting Paul stay&lt;br /&gt;                         here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   COACH SANCHEZ&lt;br /&gt;                         No problem.  Thanks for getting&lt;br /&gt;                         Jimmy to tutor him.  There's a lot&lt;br /&gt;                         of coaches who want a look at him.&lt;br /&gt;                         I'm getting dozens of calls every&lt;br /&gt;                         day.  That boy's on the A-train to&lt;br /&gt;                         the NBA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo looks down at his plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Coach Sanchez sits next to Pablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   COACH SANCHEZ&lt;br /&gt;                         Nobody's worked harder than you,&lt;br /&gt;                         Pablo.  You've got more moves than&lt;br /&gt;                         I've ever seen in my life.  It's&lt;br /&gt;                         just, well, the pros want a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, yeah, he's got the height and&lt;br /&gt;                         the hops they want.  I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo takes a big bite from his plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Coach Sanchez stands and pats Pablo on the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   COACH SANCHEZ&lt;br /&gt;                         Oh yeah, you mom got you some&lt;br /&gt;                         candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   COACH SANCHEZ&lt;br /&gt;                         Just take it.  She's got enough&lt;br /&gt;                         trouble your brother already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. GYMNASIUM - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan runs down the court in a relatively empty basketball&lt;br /&gt;               gym.  Pablo, Coach Sanchez, and several SCOUTS stand on the&lt;br /&gt;               sideline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   COACH SANCHEZ&lt;br /&gt;                         Moves well, doesn't he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   SCOUT #1&lt;br /&gt;                         Not bad, let's see him jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Coach Sanchez tosses a ball to Pablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   COACH SANCHEZ&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, Pablo, give him some passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo dribbles the ball onto the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Yo, Bunyan.  Dunk this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo throws and alley-oop pass to Bunyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan flies into the air, catches the ball one-handed, and&lt;br /&gt;               thunders it through the rim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   SCOUTS&lt;br /&gt;                         Ooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   COACH SANCHEZ&lt;br /&gt;                         Fastbreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo dribbles the ball down the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan runs on the opposite wing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         This'll make you look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo flips the ball into the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan jumps and catches the ball.  Bunyan flies through the&lt;br /&gt;               air and slams the ball and hangs on the rim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Yaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The scouts applaud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Scout #1 walks onto the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan breathes lightly and Pablo breathes heavily as they&lt;br /&gt;               walk on the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Scout #1 walks past Pablo and towards Bunyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   SCOUT #1&lt;br /&gt;                         Very impressive, young man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Thanks, but I couldn't do it&lt;br /&gt;                         without Pablo's passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan points to Pablo.  Pablo smiles and nodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Scout #1 puts his arm around Bunyan, turning him from Pablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   SCOUT #1&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, that's great.  So, they tell&lt;br /&gt;                         me you haven't picked a school yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Well, no, but I haven't even taken&lt;br /&gt;                         all my tests and stuff.  I'm still&lt;br /&gt;                         getting tutored and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Scout #2 walks up to Bunyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   SCOUT #2&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, don't worry about it.  We know&lt;br /&gt;                         how to get people through this.&lt;br /&gt;                         It's nothing new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Scout #3 walks up to Bunyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   SCOUT #3&lt;br /&gt;                         Have you though of the west coast?&lt;br /&gt;                         It's a lot warmer there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Well, no..  but, what about Pablo?&lt;br /&gt;                         He can play too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The Scouts give Pablo a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The Scouts turn back to Bunyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   SCOUT #1&lt;br /&gt;                         Maybe later.  But tell me, Paulie,&lt;br /&gt;                         what do you like to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The Scouts lead Bunyan away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Well, I like basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   SCOUT #1&lt;br /&gt;                         That's good to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan and the scouts walk away, leaving Pablo alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo looks down at his gut and sighs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855546953125858739-2966777040279700632?l=typhoon5ht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/feeds/2966777040279700632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855546953125858739&amp;postID=2966777040279700632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/2966777040279700632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/2966777040279700632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/2007/05/playaz-pablo-act-1.html' title='Playaz - Pablo - Act 1'/><author><name>typhoon5ht</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801110965010748163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855546953125858739.post-8876167353181936918</id><published>2007-05-17T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T00:21:03.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playaz - Priest - Act 3</title><content type='html'>EXT. THE CAGE - MOMENTS LATER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest and Boss face each other on the dark, empty court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BOSS&lt;br /&gt;                         It's been a long time, Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, the last time I saw you was&lt;br /&gt;                         on a most-wanted poster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BOSS&lt;br /&gt;                         Heh.  Priest, always thinking he's&lt;br /&gt;                         the sheriff in the white hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, I might not be the best&lt;br /&gt;                         person, but at least I ain't a thug&lt;br /&gt;                         like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A gust of wind blows through the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         And I'm taking you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest takes out a pair of handcuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BOSS&lt;br /&gt;                         Whoa, there, big man.  You sure&lt;br /&gt;                         there ain't something you'd like to&lt;br /&gt;                         do first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest stops and raises an eyebrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Boss opens his coat, revealing a basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Boss bounces the basketball to Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BOSS&lt;br /&gt;                         I know you want a shot at the&lt;br /&gt;                         title, and right now, I'm the champ&lt;br /&gt;                         in this cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest dribbles the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         I'm still bringing you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Boss and Priest take off their coats and jackets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BOSS&lt;br /&gt;                         Tell you what, you win and I'll&lt;br /&gt;                         lock up those cuffs myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest dribbles at the top of the key.  Boss defends in front&lt;br /&gt;               of Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BOSS&lt;br /&gt;                         Half-court.  First to 21, win by&lt;br /&gt;                         two.  No fouls, no out of bounds,&lt;br /&gt;                         no crying.  Cage-match basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Let's go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               MONTAGE - THE CAGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest drives at Boss with his forearm extended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Boss pushes Priest and grabs the rebound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest backs down Boss, bumping him hard with his backside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Boss shakes Priest with a crossover move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. THE CAGE - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest tosses the ball to Boss at the top of the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BOSS&lt;br /&gt;                         You know why I called you the black&lt;br /&gt;                         hole?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, something like the ball goes&lt;br /&gt;                         in and it never comes back out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Boss backs away from Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BOSS&lt;br /&gt;                         That's right.  It wouldn't matter&lt;br /&gt;                         if you were quadruple teamed.&lt;br /&gt;                         You'd just try to power it in with&lt;br /&gt;                         your big body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Boss takes a long jumper and swishes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Boss tosses the ball to Priest, at the top of the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BOSS&lt;br /&gt;                         You never learned to trust your&lt;br /&gt;                         teammates.  Never learned to find&lt;br /&gt;                         the open man.  That's why you're&lt;br /&gt;                         beating the streets at night&lt;br /&gt;                         instead of in the NBA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest grits his teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest lowers his shoulder and drives into the lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest pump-fakes and Boss jumps into the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest jumps, breaking through Boss' foul, and scores a&lt;br /&gt;               basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Maybe I learned real early that you&lt;br /&gt;                         can't count on people.  Maybe I&lt;br /&gt;                         found out that even family can't be&lt;br /&gt;                         trusted when they're nothing but&lt;br /&gt;                         thugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest looks away from Boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest wipes a tear from his eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Game point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Boss dribbles the ball at the top of the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BOSS&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, maybe I don't have the right&lt;br /&gt;                         to say this, but I am your big&lt;br /&gt;                         brother.  You can't just push your&lt;br /&gt;                         way through everything in life.&lt;br /&gt;                         Trust your friends, learn from my&lt;br /&gt;                         mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest grits his teeth at Boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BOSS&lt;br /&gt;                         You can't push everyone around.&lt;br /&gt;                         This is what happens when the other&lt;br /&gt;                         guy's stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Boss lowers his shoulder and drives at Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest's eyes open wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest shoulders Boss, knocking Boss off balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest reaches in and steals the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest takes the ball to the top of the key.  Boss guards&lt;br /&gt;               Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Let me show you how it's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest lowers his shoulder and drives.  Boss steps out of the&lt;br /&gt;               way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest jumps and slams the ball with both hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Aaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest does a pull-up on the rim, and then releases and&lt;br /&gt;               lands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         That's game, I win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest looks around, but Boss is no longer on the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               There is the sound of a gate slamming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest looks to the gate and sees his handcuffs closing&lt;br /&gt;               around the gate, attaching it to the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Boss stands outside the gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BOSS&lt;br /&gt;                         Good game, Priest, you're the new&lt;br /&gt;                         king of the cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest runs to the gate and shakes it.  The handcuffs keep&lt;br /&gt;               the gate locked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Boss puts on his long coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BOSS&lt;br /&gt;                         Sorry, but I can't let you take me&lt;br /&gt;                         in tonight.  You played a good&lt;br /&gt;                         game, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Boss begins to walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Paul, where you going?  Come back&lt;br /&gt;                         here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BOSS&lt;br /&gt;                         Sorry, I got business to take care&lt;br /&gt;                         of.  But, hey, happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Boss walks off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Paul!  Hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. POLICE STATION - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest walks out of the police station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest looks at the street and sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               There is the sound of a radio squak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DISPATCHER (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                         Officer Priest Thompson?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest, still looking around, reaches for his radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DISPATCHER (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                         You're requested at the West Fourth&lt;br /&gt;                         Street courts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest looks confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. THE CAGE - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest walks into the cage.  On the court are Cheryl, Pablo,&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan, Bones, and other players wearing party hats.  There&lt;br /&gt;               is a banner that reads, "Happy Birthday Priest!"  Pablo holds&lt;br /&gt;               a basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Oh, what's all this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Somebody told somebody that it was&lt;br /&gt;                         somebody's birthday today, and&lt;br /&gt;                         everyone deserves a little party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Oh, I know what I want more than a&lt;br /&gt;                         party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest steals the ball from Pablo and dribbles at a basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Thief!  Thief!  Bunyan, stop that&lt;br /&gt;                         knucklehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan guards Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest starts to back down Bunyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl moves to the corner of the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Yo, Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest whips a pass to Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Knock it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl takes a jumper.  Swish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PLAYERS&lt;br /&gt;                         Whoa, nice shot, better guard the&lt;br /&gt;                         lady, hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest smiles as he looks around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Happy Birthday, man.  I hope you&lt;br /&gt;                         got what you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest notices a black car with darkened windows driving by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, I think I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT/EXT. STREETS OUTSIDE THE CAGE - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Boss sits in the back seat of the black car with darkened&lt;br /&gt;               windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Boss looks out at Priest, who stands on the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Boss nods and smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855546953125858739-8876167353181936918?l=typhoon5ht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/feeds/8876167353181936918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855546953125858739&amp;postID=8876167353181936918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/8876167353181936918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/8876167353181936918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/2007/05/playaz-priest-act-3.html' title='Playaz - Priest - Act 3'/><author><name>typhoon5ht</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801110965010748163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855546953125858739.post-7120741287399442705</id><published>2007-05-16T00:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T00:44:44.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playaz - Priest - Act 2</title><content type='html'>EXT. DARK ALLEY - MOMENTS LATER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest sits Jamal against a wall.  Jamal seems jittery and&lt;br /&gt;               his eyes dart from side to side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Jamal, what the heck are you doing,&lt;br /&gt;                         man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JAMAL&lt;br /&gt;                         Come on, Priest, I just need some&lt;br /&gt;                         green, man.  You know how it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               There is the sound of approaching sirens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         No, I do not know how it is.  What&lt;br /&gt;                         are you doing, man?  You got some&lt;br /&gt;                         brains and skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               There is the sound of a radio squack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DISPATCHER (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                         One suspect has been apprehended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest reaches for his radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JAMAL&lt;br /&gt;                         Come on, man, I'm your boy.  I was&lt;br /&gt;                         just being stupid, you know.  I&lt;br /&gt;                         won't do it again.  Come on, let me&lt;br /&gt;                         go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest looks at Jamal, who looks remorseful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest looks up at the building.  The two boys from before&lt;br /&gt;               peek out a window at Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest turns around and pushes the button on his radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         This is Priest, I have the other&lt;br /&gt;                         suspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JAMAL&lt;br /&gt;                         Aww, man, you'd do this to a&lt;br /&gt;                         brother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest spins back towards Jamal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         I'd do it to my own brother because&lt;br /&gt;                         that's the law.  Now, come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest grabs Jamal and pulls him to his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Ice watches Priest from a dark alley across the street.&lt;br /&gt;               Priest leads Jamal down the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Ice frowns, revealing his stone-studded teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. HIDEOUT - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Ice enters a dirty gang hideout.  Trash and debris are&lt;br /&gt;               scattered about and the walls are dirty and peeling.  A few&lt;br /&gt;               gang members sprawl across several dirty couches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Ice walks past a few gang members shooting dice against the&lt;br /&gt;               wall.  The gang member are either really skinny or fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   GANG MEMBER&lt;br /&gt;                         Come on, come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The gang member rolls a seven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The gang members cheer or slump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   GANG MEMBER&lt;br /&gt;                         Easy money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Ice walks to door guarded by two enormous gang members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ICE&lt;br /&gt;                         I need to see the Boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BOSS (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                         It's alright, let him in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The door opens and Ice walks through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. HIDEOUT - BOSS'S ROOM - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Ice enters a room that looks much like the room outside,&lt;br /&gt;               except that it contains a number of unmarked boxes and some&lt;br /&gt;               electronics equipment that looks stolen.  Sitting behind a&lt;br /&gt;               desk is BOSS (40), 6-8 and well built, much like Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BOSS&lt;br /&gt;                         Hello, Ice.  How was tonight's&lt;br /&gt;                         venture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ICE&lt;br /&gt;                         Not good, they both got busted&lt;br /&gt;                         before they could pass me their&lt;br /&gt;                         merchandise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Boss frowns and drums his fingers on the desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ICE&lt;br /&gt;                         I think Priest busted one of our&lt;br /&gt;                         boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Boss seems more interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BOSS&lt;br /&gt;                         Priest, you say? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ICE&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, looks like the big man can&lt;br /&gt;                         still move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BOSS&lt;br /&gt;                         Interesting.  Perhaps you two&lt;br /&gt;                         should have a little conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Ice smiles at Boss and nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. THE CAGE - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest, Bunyan, Pablo, and others play on the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest wrestles a rebound away from a player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest passes to Pablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo throws an alley-oop pass that Bunyan slams through with&lt;br /&gt;               both hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan and Pablo slap hi-fives as the opposing players slump&lt;br /&gt;               off the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Ok, who's got next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Ice walks onto the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ICE&lt;br /&gt;                         I got next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               All the players eye Ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         You play ball?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Shouldn't you be in some crackhouse&lt;br /&gt;                         somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Or in jail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ICE&lt;br /&gt;                         Whoa, whoa, players.  I'm just here&lt;br /&gt;                         to shoot some hoops, if that's&lt;br /&gt;                         alright with all of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest, looking uncertain, bounces the ball to Ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ICE&lt;br /&gt;                         Alright, let's play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Ice dribbles the ball up the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Ice pulls up for a shot, but Bunyan blocks the shot.  The&lt;br /&gt;               ball hits the fence and rolls down the court.  Priest picks&lt;br /&gt;               up the ball, dribbles in and dunks the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Ice posts up against Priest, who towers over Ice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         What are you thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Ice defends Pablo, who dribbles the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo jab-steps, and Ice jumps to the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo flips the ball into the air, and Priest catches it and&lt;br /&gt;               lays in the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest posts up against Ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest holds up his hand and receives the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Time to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest backs down Ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest turns, knocking down Ice, and dunks the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         That's game.  Get off the court.&lt;br /&gt;                         Come back when you quit dealing and&lt;br /&gt;                         start playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest and the other players walk away from Ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Ice chuckles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ICE&lt;br /&gt;                         Not bad, but what else should I&lt;br /&gt;                         expect from the, 'Black Hole.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest spins and faces Ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         What did you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ICE&lt;br /&gt;                         I think you heard me, big man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Ice begins walking off the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, hold up.  Where'd you hear&lt;br /&gt;                         that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ICE&lt;br /&gt;                         If you wanna know, come back here&lt;br /&gt;                         at 3am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Ice opens the gate and turns back to Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ICE&lt;br /&gt;                         Alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Ice walks off the court and passes Bunyan on the opposite&lt;br /&gt;               side of the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ICE&lt;br /&gt;                         Good game, Paul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest winces a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Ice walks away as the players all watch him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PLAYERS&lt;br /&gt;                         Whoa, what's he talking about, I&lt;br /&gt;                         don't know, you ever heard him&lt;br /&gt;                         called that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest looks at the ground and clenches his fists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. POLICE STATION - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest leans against his police car parked outside the police&lt;br /&gt;               station.  Priest takes a few deep breaths and looks at the&lt;br /&gt;               ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl walks up to Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, thought I might find you here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest doesn't move as Cheryl leans against the police car&lt;br /&gt;               next to Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         The guys told me what happened.&lt;br /&gt;                         You think it's him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         I has to be him, who else could it&lt;br /&gt;                         be?  He knows what he's doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest starts walking around his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         But why now?  Why after so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         He know I want one more shot at&lt;br /&gt;                         him.  Maybe he's done hiding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest walks to the driver's side door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl runs and meets Priest at the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         Maybe you should bring someone with&lt;br /&gt;                         you.  I know you were close before,&lt;br /&gt;                         but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest looks down at Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         I know you're trying to help, but&lt;br /&gt;                         this is something I need to do&lt;br /&gt;                         alone.  I don't want to see you, or&lt;br /&gt;                         the guys, or especially any cops&lt;br /&gt;                         out there tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest opens his door and enters his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                         But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         I'm serious, Cheryl.  Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               There is the sound of an engine starting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest drives off as Cheryl watches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. THE CAGE - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The court is deserted and the lights are dark.  The streets&lt;br /&gt;               are empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest, dressed in his police uniform, walks onto the court&lt;br /&gt;               and looks from side to side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest looks at his watch.  It reads 3:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BOSS (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;                         Hello, Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest looks around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         I know that voice.  Paul!  Where&lt;br /&gt;                         are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Boss, wearing a long coat, walks out of the shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BOSS&lt;br /&gt;                         I'm right here, little brother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855546953125858739-7120741287399442705?l=typhoon5ht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/feeds/7120741287399442705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855546953125858739&amp;postID=7120741287399442705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/7120741287399442705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/7120741287399442705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/2007/05/playaz-priest-act-2.html' title='Playaz - Priest - Act 2'/><author><name>typhoon5ht</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801110965010748163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855546953125858739.post-5272249881038984601</id><published>2007-05-15T00:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T00:15:25.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playaz - Priest - Act 1</title><content type='html'>CAST LIST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Bones (19) - skinny, 6 foot black kid from the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Pablo (17) - fat, 6-2 hispanic kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Priest (35) - hulking 6-10 black police officer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Jerry (23) - 5-10 chinese guy with a goatee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Cheryl (31) - 6-0 black lady who's a lawyer by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Hans (25) - 6-8 German man who dresses stylish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Bunyan (18) - 7-2 with wild red hair and dressed from the&lt;br /&gt;              70s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Skittles (9) - shy brunette girl who watches excitedly.&lt;br /&gt;              The Three Old Men&lt;br /&gt;              - Sal (70s) - white haired and wrinkly.&lt;br /&gt;              - Larry (70s) - balding black grandpa with glasses&lt;br /&gt;              - Russell (70s) - tall, thin with a white mustache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              DJ (26) - short fellow with a loud voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              EXT. THE CAGE - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Priest and others players run with a basketball inside a&lt;br /&gt;              small basketball court surrounded by chainlink fences.  Sal&lt;br /&gt;              walks outside the fence with Skittles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  SAL&lt;br /&gt;                        West fourth street courts, the&lt;br /&gt;                        Cage.  Some of the meanest hombres&lt;br /&gt;                        learned how to play here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Priest pushes a player aside and grabs a rebound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  SAL&lt;br /&gt;                        Though I'm not sure if they learned&lt;br /&gt;                        basketball or wrassalin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Bones and Bunyan stand against another fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              The ball hits the fence in front of Bones and Bunyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Priest and another player crash into the fence in front of&lt;br /&gt;              Bones and Bunyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Priest and the other player move away.  Bones holds his nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  BONES&lt;br /&gt;                        Forget this, it hurts just&lt;br /&gt;                        watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Bones walks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Priest posts up against JAMAL (19), an athletic youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                        Sorry, kis this is my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Jamal spins and fronts Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  JAMAL&lt;br /&gt;                        Sorry, someone told me your tricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Priest glares at Jamal and shoves him to the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Jamal flies into the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Priest holds up his hand and receives the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Priest bounces off a defender and scores a layup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Priest points at his bicep and glares at Jamal, who lays on&lt;br /&gt;              the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                        Did they tell you about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Priest walks to a gate, where Bunyan stands.  In the&lt;br /&gt;              distance, ICE (25), a thug with a lot of shiny jewelry,&lt;br /&gt;              watches Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                        Yo, big man here'll take my place.&lt;br /&gt;                            (to Bunyan)&lt;br /&gt;                        All you, Bunyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                        You're done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                        Yeah, work calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Bunyan nods and enters the court.  Priest exits and walks&lt;br /&gt;              away from the Cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  JAMAL (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;                        Yo, what do they call you, big man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  BUNYAN (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;                        My name's Paul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Priest looks back at The Cage and frowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              EXT. POLICE STATION - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              The police station is a multi-story brick building with a&lt;br /&gt;              sign, "Police," and a flight of stairs at the exit.  Priest,&lt;br /&gt;              dressed in his police uniform, walks out of the police&lt;br /&gt;              station and walks down the steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Cheryl, dressed in her suit, walks up the steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                        Hey, Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                        Hi Cheryl, how's the city's best&lt;br /&gt;                        assistant DA tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                        Probably having a nice dinner after&lt;br /&gt;                        sending me to do his junk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Priest and Cheryl laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                        So, any plans for tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                        Oh, I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                        Come on, it's a big day.  You&lt;br /&gt;                        should do something special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                        Doesn't matter, I won't be doing&lt;br /&gt;                        what I really want, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Priest looks down at the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Cheryl touches Priest's arm.  Priest pulls away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                        Hey, it's ok.  I'll be fine.  See&lt;br /&gt;                        you later ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Priest walks down the stairs, away from Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;                        Uh, ok.  Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Cheryl looks concerned as Priest walks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              INT/EXT. CITY STREETS - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Priest drives a police car down the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Priest sees a couple boys dribbling a basketball down the&lt;br /&gt;              street.  Priest looks down for a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Priest shines a light at the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                        Hey, kind of late for your boys to&lt;br /&gt;                        be out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  BOY #1&lt;br /&gt;                        Sorry, officer, just shooting hoops&lt;br /&gt;                        with my brother and lost track of&lt;br /&gt;                        time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Priest smiles a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                        Its alright, just head on home, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  BOY #1&lt;br /&gt;                        Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              There is the sound of a radio squack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  DISPATCHER (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                            (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                        Calling all cars, burglary in&lt;br /&gt;                        progress at 56th and Main.  I&lt;br /&gt;                        repeat burglary in progress at 56th&lt;br /&gt;                        and Main.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Priest's eyes focus forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Priest screeches down the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              EXT. DARK ALLEY - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Priest drives up to a dark alley and shines his light around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  DISPATCHER (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                            (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                        Be on the lookout for two men in&lt;br /&gt;                        black stocking hats and&lt;br /&gt;                        sweatshirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Priest drives past the alley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              In the back of the alley, two shadowy figures climb out of a&lt;br /&gt;              building window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Priest stops his car and backs it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Priest shines his spotlight into the alley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                        Hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              The two shadowy figures take off running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Priest swerves into the alley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                            (into radio)&lt;br /&gt;                        Car 531 in pursuit of suspects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              The shadowy figures run up to a chainlink fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              The shadowy figures climb the chainlink fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                        Aww, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Priest screeches to a halt and jumps out of his car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              The shadowy figures land on the opposite side of the fence&lt;br /&gt;              and run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Priest jumps and grabs the top of the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Priest pulls himself over the fence, swings over, and lands&lt;br /&gt;              on the opposite side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Priest reaches for his radio as he runs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                        Car 531 pursuing two suspects on&lt;br /&gt;                        foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              The shadowy figures knock over a few trash cans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Priest runs and jumps over the trash cans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              The shadowy figures run to a street.  One shadowy figure&lt;br /&gt;              pushes the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  SHADOWY FIGURE #1&lt;br /&gt;                        Go, split up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              The shadowy figures run off in different directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                        Suspects split up, headed north and&lt;br /&gt;                        south down 58th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Priest turns after Shadowy Figure #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Shadowy Figure #1 looks back at Priest, who is gaining&lt;br /&gt;              rapidly on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Shadowy Figure #1 trips over a rock on the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Shadowy Figure #1 crashes into the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Priest tackles Shadowy Figure #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                        I got you, punk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Priest wrestles Shadowy Figure #1's arms back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Priest handcuffs Shadowy Figure #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Priest sits Shadowy Figure #1 on the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              There are the sounds of sirens in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                        Nice running, you gave me a bit of&lt;br /&gt;                        a work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Priest pulls off Shadowy Figure's stocking hat, revealing it&lt;br /&gt;              to be Jamal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  JAMAL&lt;br /&gt;                        Hey, I know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Priest looks surprised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855546953125858739-5272249881038984601?l=typhoon5ht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/feeds/5272249881038984601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855546953125858739&amp;postID=5272249881038984601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/5272249881038984601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/5272249881038984601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/2007/05/playaz-priest-act-1.html' title='Playaz - Priest - Act 1'/><author><name>typhoon5ht</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801110965010748163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855546953125858739.post-9110867622067332330</id><published>2007-05-13T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T01:38:00.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playaz - Bunyan - Act 3</title><content type='html'>EXT. RUCKER PARK - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo, Bunyan, Bones, Hans, Jerry, and Priest run on the&lt;br /&gt;               court.  The stands are full and cheering.  DJ stands by his&lt;br /&gt;               turntables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DJ&lt;br /&gt;                         Do we have a game or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry dribbles the ball against Bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry takes a fall-away with Bones in his face.  The shot&lt;br /&gt;               bricks off the rim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan jumps and grabs the rebound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan outlets to Pablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo dribbles up the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo dribbles in the frontcourt, but gets trapped by Priest&lt;br /&gt;               and Hans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo passes to Bunyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan shoots from 22 feet out.  The ball bounces off the&lt;br /&gt;               rim.  Pablo frowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans grabs the rebound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Yo, timeout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Timeout?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Yo, new player here.  Give me&lt;br /&gt;                         second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo and Bones walk to Bunyan, who hangs his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Sorry, I'm not used to the rim&lt;br /&gt;                         being...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         No, forget that.  What are you&lt;br /&gt;                         doing shooting threes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Well, I was open...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         But you're our only big man.  You&lt;br /&gt;                         should be dunking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, you got good hops.  Just get&lt;br /&gt;                         open under the rim and you'll get&lt;br /&gt;                         the rock.  Pablo's the best at&lt;br /&gt;                         that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, and block their shots if you&lt;br /&gt;                         can, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Ye...yeah, ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones slaps Bunyan on the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Don't worry, we can take these&lt;br /&gt;                         guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones, Pablo, and Bunyan go on defense.  Jerry brings up the&lt;br /&gt;               ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The Three Old Men seem disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   SAL&lt;br /&gt;                         The big man looks like a stiff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LARRY&lt;br /&gt;                         Give him a minute to get used to&lt;br /&gt;                         the court.  I have faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry passes the ball to Hans, being guarded by Pablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans out-jumps Pablo and takes a jumper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan flies in from nowhere and snatches the ball out of the&lt;br /&gt;               sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The crowd erupts.  Skittles jumps around on the sideline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LARRY&lt;br /&gt;                         See, what'd I tell you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   RUSSELL&lt;br /&gt;                         Best white boy hops since Bill&lt;br /&gt;                         Walton.  Who says white men can't&lt;br /&gt;                         jump?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo brings up the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan pushes against Priest under the hoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan spins and gets around Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo tosses the ball high above the rim.  Bunyan's eyes grow&lt;br /&gt;               wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan skies into the air and grabs the ball over Priest's&lt;br /&gt;               outstreched arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan slams the ball over Priest with both hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The crowd erupts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DJ&lt;br /&gt;                         Paul Bunyan just posterized you,&lt;br /&gt;                         Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest glares at DJ as he moves into the front court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Gimme the rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest posts up against Bunyan, knocking him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Oooff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans passes the ball to Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest lowers his shoulder into Bunyan and drives forward,&lt;br /&gt;               knocking Bunyan of his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest dunks the ball over Bunyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Sit down, rookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest jogs down the court.  Bones and Pablo stand around&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan as he stands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Can he do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         I don't see no ref.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan grits his teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo brings up the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan posts up against Priest and raises his hand.  Pablo&lt;br /&gt;               passes to Bunyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan leans against Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         You're gonna need to do better than&lt;br /&gt;                         that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest pushes Bunyan, knocking him forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         No foul, let's play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan backs into Priest, but Priest holds him off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         That all you got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               As Bunyan leans into Priest, Hans runs in and double-teams&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan.  Bunyan covers the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A mass of arms surround Bunyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   GRANDPA (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                         You could really play with these&lt;br /&gt;                         guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan looks around Hans and sees Bones wide open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   GRANDPA (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                         If you learn to play smart, you'll&lt;br /&gt;                         be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan jumps high in the air, over Priest and Hans.  Bunyan&lt;br /&gt;               spins and passes to Bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones shoots and nails the jumper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The crowd cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry brings up the ball.  Priest and Jerry make eye contact&lt;br /&gt;               and nod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest posts up against Bunyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         You can't stop me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry runs around Pablo and passes the ball to Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest smirks at Bunyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest lowers his shoulder and drives.  Bunyan holds out a&lt;br /&gt;               hand to guide Priest, but steps out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest staggers forward and falls off balance .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan steals the ball from Priest as Priest falls down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan baseball passes the ball and Bones catches it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones races down the court and dunks the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DJ&lt;br /&gt;                         And that's game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The crowd cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan extends his hand to Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest reaches up and Bunyan helps Priest to his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans and Jerry walk up to Bunyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY&lt;br /&gt;                         Good game, Paul Bunyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, good game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Thanks, really, thanks for letting&lt;br /&gt;                         me play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   HANS&lt;br /&gt;                         You're a good player.  Come out&lt;br /&gt;                         anytime.  What is your name again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         My name's Paul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry and Hans laugh.  Priest frowns and turns away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   JERRY&lt;br /&gt;                         Haha, so you are Paul Bunyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan laughs and walks to Pablo and Bones, who stand under&lt;br /&gt;               the hoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         How'd I look out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Man, you look terrible.  With your&lt;br /&gt;                         clothes, you hair, your headband,&lt;br /&gt;                         man, your shorts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         But you play great, and hey, that's&lt;br /&gt;                         all that really matters on this&lt;br /&gt;                         court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan laughs as he reaches up and touches the backboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Are the rims a little low here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         No, they're 10 feet, regulation.&lt;br /&gt;                         You're the one who's huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan looks to the side like he's thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               MONTAGE - VARIOUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Grandpa holding the newspaper that looks smaller than normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan's dad holding the soda bottle that looks smaller than&lt;br /&gt;               normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan's dad holding the orange basketball, which looks&lt;br /&gt;               smaller than normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. BUNYAN'S CABIN - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Grandpa sits with a cup of coffee.  Bunyan's dad paces about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   GRANDPA&lt;br /&gt;                         How long till he realizes that you&lt;br /&gt;                         put that rim 12 feet up there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Grandpa points out the window at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN'S DAD&lt;br /&gt;                         Probably about the same time he&lt;br /&gt;                         realizes that his family's a bunch&lt;br /&gt;                         of giants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan sits down on a chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN'S DAD&lt;br /&gt;                         And that his Dad makes custom&lt;br /&gt;                         furniture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   GRANDPA&lt;br /&gt;                         Well, he'll be fine don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Grandpa walks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan's Dad lifts the remote control and turns on the TV.&lt;br /&gt;               The TV shows, "Streetball."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DJ (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                         Check out the new guy, the man they&lt;br /&gt;                         call Bunyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               On the TV, Bunyan jumps into the air, catches the basketball,&lt;br /&gt;               and alley-oop slams the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan's dad smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                              FADE OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855546953125858739-9110867622067332330?l=typhoon5ht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/feeds/9110867622067332330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855546953125858739&amp;postID=9110867622067332330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/9110867622067332330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/9110867622067332330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/2007/05/playaz-bunyan-act-3.html' title='Playaz - Bunyan - Act 3'/><author><name>typhoon5ht</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801110965010748163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855546953125858739.post-1292511149630090329</id><published>2007-05-12T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T00:54:33.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playaz - Bunyan - Act 2</title><content type='html'>INT. BUNYAN'S CABIN - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan's Dad clomps through the cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN'S DAD&lt;br /&gt;                         Paul, wake up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan's Dad walks to a bed that appears to contain Bunyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN'S DAD&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, wake up.  Time to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan's Dad moves the blanket.  There is a roll of sheets&lt;br /&gt;               under the blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. BUNYAN'S CABIN - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan's Dad runs out of the cabin.  Grandpa is waiting&lt;br /&gt;               outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN'S DAD&lt;br /&gt;                         Have you seen Paul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   GRANDPA&lt;br /&gt;                         As a matter of fact, I have.  I&lt;br /&gt;                         last saw him when I dropped him off&lt;br /&gt;                         at the train station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan's Dad's jaw drops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN'S DAD&lt;br /&gt;                         What?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   GRANDPA&lt;br /&gt;                         Son, I'm just doing what's right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN'S DAD&lt;br /&gt;                         But, he's never been to the city.&lt;br /&gt;                         What's he going to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. CITY STREETS - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan, dressed in a flannel shirt, steps out of a train&lt;br /&gt;               station and into New York.  Bunyan looks up in awe at the&lt;br /&gt;               tall buildings around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan continues looking up at the buildings as he walks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan looks out at Rockefeller center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan looks up at the Empire State Building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan smiles as he stands in the middle of Times Square.&lt;br /&gt;               Cars drive around Bunyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A shot looking down at Bunyan as masses of people walk around&lt;br /&gt;               him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Across the street, there is a sign for the subway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. BUNYAN'S CABIN - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan's dad throws items into a suitcase as Grandpa watches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN'S DAD&lt;br /&gt;                         I can't believe you let him go.&lt;br /&gt;                         I'm going to get him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   GRANDPA&lt;br /&gt;                         No, you're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan's Dad stops and looks Grandpa in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   GRANDPA&lt;br /&gt;                         Your boy deserves his time on the&lt;br /&gt;                         court.  He's grown up now, he can&lt;br /&gt;                         take care of himself.  And you've&lt;br /&gt;                         got your own job here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan's Dad looks from side to side, and then slams his&lt;br /&gt;               suitcase shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN'S DAD&lt;br /&gt;                         Fine, but he'd better be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   GRANDPA&lt;br /&gt;                         Don't worry, I gave him some of my&lt;br /&gt;                         old gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. CITY STREETS - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan pokes his head out from a subway tunnel.  A sign by&lt;br /&gt;               the tunnel reads, "155th Street."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. RUCKER PARK - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest, Hans, and Jerry play on the court against some&lt;br /&gt;               opponents.  The stands are full of fans, including Skittles&lt;br /&gt;               and the Three Old Men.  DJ stands near his turntable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry throws an entry pass to Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The opponents double-team Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest throws the ball over his head, making a no-look pass&lt;br /&gt;               to Hans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans jumps and slams the ball through the rim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DJ&lt;br /&gt;                         And that would be eleven.  You're&lt;br /&gt;                         done, get off the court.  The&lt;br /&gt;                         International Connection wins&lt;br /&gt;                         again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The Opponents slump off as Hans and Priest exchange hi-fives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   HANS&lt;br /&gt;                         Who says European players can only&lt;br /&gt;                         shoot threes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest and Jerry laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The Three Old Men watch the action as Skittles jumps around&lt;br /&gt;               in front of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   SAL&lt;br /&gt;                         These boys can play, but they'd be&lt;br /&gt;                         nothing against some real, old&lt;br /&gt;                         school competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   RUSSELL&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, Alcindor or Walton would&lt;br /&gt;                         school these guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LARRY&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, you want old school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Larry points to the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan, now wearing a tight jersey, short old-school&lt;br /&gt;               basketball shorts, and a headband, walks towards the court.&lt;br /&gt;               From the distance, Bunyan looks as tall as an average&lt;br /&gt;               basketball player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LARRY&lt;br /&gt;                         Check that guy out?  Who does he&lt;br /&gt;                         think he is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               On the court, Priest points to Bunyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest, Hans, and Jerry laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Yo, who's got next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones and Pablo step onto the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         We got next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Alright, big boy, who else you got?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               As Bunyan walks toward the court, he appears to grow and&lt;br /&gt;               everything else seems to shrink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Everyone looks at Bunyan with a growing look of awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan stops next to a basketball hoop and raises his arm.&lt;br /&gt;               His hand can just touch the rim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   SAL&lt;br /&gt;                         Now that's a big boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo points at Bunyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Yo, big man.  Yo, Paul Bunyan over&lt;br /&gt;                         there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan turns around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Wanna play some ball, Bunyan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Yo, dunk this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo throws the ball over the rim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan flies into the air, catches it with one hand, and&lt;br /&gt;               makes a one-handed alley-oop slam dunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The crowd oohs.  All the players look impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, he's on my team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan picks up the basketball, which in his hands, looks&lt;br /&gt;               identical to the orange mini-basketball at his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo and Bones walk up to Bunyan, and they appear a foot&lt;br /&gt;               shorter than Bunyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Whoa, going major retro, eh Bunyan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Haha, hey man, I'm Pablo and this&lt;br /&gt;                         here is Bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Hi, I'm Paul.  Why do you guys call&lt;br /&gt;                         me Bunyan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Have you looked in a mirror lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan looks himself over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo points at Priest, Jerry, and Hans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         We're playing 3 on 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. THE CAGE - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest powers through a few defenders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                         The big guy's Priest.  He's only&lt;br /&gt;                         good down low, but that don't make&lt;br /&gt;                         it any easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest shakes off a defender and jumps and dunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         YAAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. BASKETBALL COURT - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans dribbles the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                         German boy's Hans&lt;br /&gt;                         Somethingoranother.  Not the best&lt;br /&gt;                         athlete, but the boy knows how to&lt;br /&gt;                         play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans fakes a pass, and his defender bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans takes a shot and nails it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. BASKETBALL COURT - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry raises his hand and whistles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                         That's Jerry.  He's the anti-Hans.&lt;br /&gt;                         No fundamentals whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry catches the ball and drives to the hoop with lighting&lt;br /&gt;               speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                         But boy is he quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry tosses up a wild layup and scores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. RUCKER PARK - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo, Bones, and Bunyan look across the court at Priest,&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry, and Hans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Ready to go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         One way to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan raises his hand and whistles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The ball flies to Bunyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan inbounds to Pablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Let's play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855546953125858739-1292511149630090329?l=typhoon5ht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/feeds/1292511149630090329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855546953125858739&amp;postID=1292511149630090329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/1292511149630090329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/1292511149630090329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/2007/05/playaz-bunyan-act-2.html' title='Playaz - Bunyan - Act 2'/><author><name>typhoon5ht</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801110965010748163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855546953125858739.post-8159112620160228904</id><published>2007-05-11T01:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T01:10:48.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playaz - Bunyan - Act 1</title><content type='html'>CAST LIST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones (19) - skinny, 6 foot black kid from the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo (17) - fat, 6-2 hispanic kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest (35) - hulking 6-10 black police officer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry (23) - 5-10 chinese guy with a goatee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl (31) - 6-0 black lady who's a lawyer by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans (25) - 6-8 German man who dresses stylish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan (18) - 7-2 with wild red hair and dressed from the&lt;br /&gt;               70s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Skittles (9) - shy brunette girl who watches excitedly.&lt;br /&gt;               The Three Old Men&lt;br /&gt;               - Sal (70s) - white haired and wrinkly.&lt;br /&gt;               - Larry (70s) - balding black grandpa with glasses&lt;br /&gt;               - Russell (70s) - tall, thin with a white mustache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               DJ (26) - short fellow with a loud voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. BUNYAN'S CABIN - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan, appearing lanky but not especially tall and wearing a&lt;br /&gt;               flannel shirt, sits in front of an old TV inside a log cabin&lt;br /&gt;               filled with wooden furniture.  The TV shows, "Sportschannel&lt;br /&gt;               presents Rucker Streetball!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               On the TV, Bones dribbles the ball against an opponent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DJ (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                         Jimmy Bones Smith.  What'd you got?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones fakes a pass, causing the opponent to take a step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones brings the ball back, crossing over.  The opponent&lt;br /&gt;               tries to recover but falls down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DJ (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                         Oooo!  Somebody call an ambulance&lt;br /&gt;                         for that man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan picks up what appears to be an orange mini-basketball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan makes a few crossovers, but they appear slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         From Oregon, the force of the&lt;br /&gt;                         forest, the thunder of the&lt;br /&gt;                         timberland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan dribbles the ball off his foot.  The ball goes flying&lt;br /&gt;               off to the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Gah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan chases after the ball, but stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan's dad stands with the mini-basketball in his hands.&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan's dad is slightly shorter, but much larger than&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Uh, hey dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN'S DAD&lt;br /&gt;                         Have you done your chores?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         No, but I was about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan's Dad stares at Bunyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Right away, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan exits the cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan's Dad tosses the basketball aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan's Dad sits down at a table and pops the top off a&lt;br /&gt;               glass bottle of soda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan's Dad takes a drink.  However, the soda bottle appears&lt;br /&gt;               smaller than normal in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. BUNYAN'S CABIN - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan stands behind a log cabin in the forest.  Bunyan takes&lt;br /&gt;               an axe and chops a block of wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan sets another block of wood onto the chopping block.&lt;br /&gt;               Behind the wood is a basketball hoop set on a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan takes a look at the basketball hoop.  Then Bunyan&lt;br /&gt;               turns back to the block of wood and chops it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan sets another block of wood onto the chopping block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan takes the axe in his hand, but stops.  Bunyan turns&lt;br /&gt;               and looks at the basketball hoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan looks from side to side.  No one else is around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan tosses the axe aside and picks up an orange mini&lt;br /&gt;               basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan dribbles at the basketball hoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Breakaway.  The crowd's on their&lt;br /&gt;                         feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan jumps up and finger rolls the ball into the hoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         And the crowd goes wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan raises his hands, as if pumping up the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan stops and looks up at the hoop.  The hoop appears to&lt;br /&gt;               be four feet above his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan raises his arm, but his hand is still two feet below&lt;br /&gt;               the rim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan picks up the ball and looks like he's thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan steps away from the hoop and takes a few hard&lt;br /&gt;               dribbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan runs and jumps towards the hoop, raising the ball&lt;br /&gt;               above his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan dunks the ball through the hoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Slam dunk!  Posterized!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   GRANDPA (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;                         Looks like you've got some bounce&lt;br /&gt;                         in those legs, Paul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan turns and sees GRANDPA (70), a little shorter than&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan and walking with a cane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Grandpa!  Hey, got any more&lt;br /&gt;                         stories?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   GRANDPA&lt;br /&gt;                         Oh, I've got more stories than&lt;br /&gt;                         you've got time.  But finish your&lt;br /&gt;                         chores, and I'll tell you about the&lt;br /&gt;                         man I call, "Big Red."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Alright!  I'll be quick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan runs back to the chopping block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Grandpa laughs and shakes his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. BUNYAN'S CABIN - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Grandpa enters the cabin.  Bunyan's dad sits at the table&lt;br /&gt;               with a bottle of soda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   GRANDPA&lt;br /&gt;                         Did you see that dunk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan's dad barely acknowledges Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN'S DAD&lt;br /&gt;                         Uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   GRANDPA&lt;br /&gt;                         Son, you know you can't keep him&lt;br /&gt;                         here forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN'S DAD&lt;br /&gt;                         We all got out businesses to run.&lt;br /&gt;                         Unless you've got a pair of hands&lt;br /&gt;                         to spare, he's not going anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Grandpa turns from Bunyan's dad and frowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. BUNYAN'S CABIN - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan and Grandpa sit in front of the TV, which shows&lt;br /&gt;               Streetball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               On the TV, Jerry passes the ball into the air.  Priest&lt;br /&gt;               catches the ball and slams it through the rim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DJ (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                         Alley-oop!  Priest still got some&lt;br /&gt;                         hops in those legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan looks at the TV with excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan holds the orange mini-basketball in his hands and&lt;br /&gt;               looks down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   GRANDPA&lt;br /&gt;                         You want to try that someday, don't&lt;br /&gt;                         you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, but...  I'll never get out to&lt;br /&gt;                         New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   GRANDPA&lt;br /&gt;                         Why not?  I played there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan looks up with excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   GRANDPA&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, I could play a little.  And if&lt;br /&gt;                         think that guy can jump, you should&lt;br /&gt;                         have seen some of the boys when I&lt;br /&gt;                         was younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Wow, tell me more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. RUCKER PARK - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Grandpa, years younger and dressed in an old basketball&lt;br /&gt;               uniform, dribbles the basketball on the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Players in afros wave their hands in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   GRANDPA (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                         Those were the days.  I remember a&lt;br /&gt;                         guy who could put a penny on the&lt;br /&gt;                         top of the backboard.  Now he could&lt;br /&gt;                         jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A tall player jumps and lays a penny on the top of the&lt;br /&gt;               backboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. BUNYAN'S CABIN - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan, smiling from ear to ear, sits in front of Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Grandpa looks from side to side.  No one else appears to be&lt;br /&gt;               in the cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   GRANDPA&lt;br /&gt;                             (hushed)&lt;br /&gt;                         You know, you could really play&lt;br /&gt;                         with those guys.  Trust me on this&lt;br /&gt;                         one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         But I can't jump as high as them.&lt;br /&gt;                         And they look huge out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   GRANDPA&lt;br /&gt;                         Bah, the TV adds a few pounds.&lt;br /&gt;                         Seriously, though, if you learn how&lt;br /&gt;                         play smart, you'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Smart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   GRANDPA&lt;br /&gt;                         Like if you're chopping a tree, do&lt;br /&gt;                         you hit the strongest one?  Or&lt;br /&gt;                         should you maybe look for one about&lt;br /&gt;                         to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan snaps out of his goofy smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Chopping...  Awww, I'll never get&lt;br /&gt;                         there.  What about the business,&lt;br /&gt;                         and Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Grandpa looks to the side and taps his fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   GRANDPA&lt;br /&gt;                         It's getting late.  You should get&lt;br /&gt;                         some rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BUNYAN&lt;br /&gt;                         Ok.  Goodnight, Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   GRANDPA&lt;br /&gt;                         Goodnight, Paul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan exits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Grandpa sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Grandpa picks up a newspaper, which seems smaller than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Grandpa flips to a page with an Train advertisement,&lt;br /&gt;               featuring routes to New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Grandpa looks like he's thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855546953125858739-8159112620160228904?l=typhoon5ht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/feeds/8159112620160228904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855546953125858739&amp;postID=8159112620160228904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/8159112620160228904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/8159112620160228904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/2007/05/playaz-bunyan-act-1.html' title='Playaz - Bunyan - Act 1'/><author><name>typhoon5ht</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801110965010748163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855546953125858739.post-4010745530303158073</id><published>2007-05-10T00:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T00:45:32.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playaz - Bones - Act 3</title><content type='html'>EXT. RUCKER PARK - MOMENTS LATER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Players on the court in front of full stands as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DJ&lt;br /&gt;                         Whoa!  This ain't the cage, is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones gets up off the ground and dust himself off.  Pablo&lt;br /&gt;               runs up to Bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         You ok, man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, let's play ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Players run up the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo drives towards the basket.  Players move to guard&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo passes behind his back to Bones.  Bones has a clear&lt;br /&gt;               path to the hoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones takes a step towards the hoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Out of the corner of his eye, Bones sees Priest approaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones stops and hops backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones shoots a long jumper - nothing but net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DJ&lt;br /&gt;                         Bones does it again!  Yo, Bones,&lt;br /&gt;                         you sure you not a robot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones smiles at DJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones turns to Priest and smirks.  Priest smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         You gotta learn to respect the law&lt;br /&gt;                         sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones rolls his eyes and runs back on defense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Outside the fence, Ice and the other drug dealers look in at&lt;br /&gt;               the action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DRUG DEALER #1&lt;br /&gt;                         Let's go get him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Ice grabs Drug Dealer #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ICE&lt;br /&gt;                         Nah, there's a million people there&lt;br /&gt;                         and I know cops are watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Drug Dealer #1 relaxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               On the court, Bones hits another shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ICE&lt;br /&gt;                         Take your time.  On that court, he&lt;br /&gt;                         might be the king.  But these&lt;br /&gt;                         streets belong to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DRUG DEALERS&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah... hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The Drug Dealers all smirk to one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. RUCKER PARK - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The lights are on and Pablo, Bunyan, and a few others play on&lt;br /&gt;               the court.  The stands are more empty than usual.  DJ packs&lt;br /&gt;               up his gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones walks to the sideline and grabs his bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, see you later, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Aight, see ya later, bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones waves to Pablo, who dribbles the basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones walks down a dark street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A few drug dealers, across the street from Bones, cast&lt;br /&gt;               glances at him as he walks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               On the sideline, Priest sends a glance at the drug dealers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. DARK STREET - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones walks down the dark street.  No one else can be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               There is the sound of footsteps behind Bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones looks from side to side and walks faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The footsteps quicken their pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones breaks out into a run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Suddenly, a few drug dealers, including Ice, step out of an&lt;br /&gt;               alley in front of Bones.  Bones stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ICE&lt;br /&gt;                         Whoa there, Jimmy, why you in such&lt;br /&gt;                         a hurry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones steps back as he speaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, Ice, I ain't lookin for no&lt;br /&gt;                         trouble.  I'm just going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ICE&lt;br /&gt;                         But you're here on my turf.  That&lt;br /&gt;                         means you must be looking for&lt;br /&gt;                         trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones backs into two huge drug dealers.  The drug dealers&lt;br /&gt;               grab Bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey!  Let me go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A drug dealer snatches Bones' bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         What are you doing?  That's mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ICE&lt;br /&gt;                         You brought your drugs onto my&lt;br /&gt;                         turf.  That makes you an enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The drug dealer tosses Bones' bag to Ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         I keep telling you, I ain't no drug&lt;br /&gt;                         dealer.  Don't any of you fool's&lt;br /&gt;                         listen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ICE&lt;br /&gt;                         Oh really, then explain this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Ice slams Bones' bag onto the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Ice opens the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Everyone around stares into the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Ice seems confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, let that kid go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Ice and the drug dealers turn their attention down the&lt;br /&gt;               street, where Priest stands alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ICE&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, big man, trying to be a hero?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         No, I'm just doing my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest holds up a police badge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The drug dealers seem intimidated.  Ice sneers at Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ICE&lt;br /&gt;                         Well, what do you know, a cop.  Why&lt;br /&gt;                         don't we step into my office and&lt;br /&gt;                         talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         No, I don't think so.  And I don't&lt;br /&gt;                         think any of my friends want to&lt;br /&gt;                         either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Suddenly, a group of police cars, with lights flashing,&lt;br /&gt;               appear behind Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DRUG DEALERS&lt;br /&gt;                         Oh snap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The drug dealers drop Bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ICE&lt;br /&gt;                         Five-Oh!  Let's go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The drug dealers and Ice run off down the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The police cars chase after the drug dealers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones dusts himself off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest stands over Bones and extends his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest helps Bones to his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Word of advice, son, stay away from&lt;br /&gt;                         them drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones jumps up and down angrily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Why ain't anyone listening?  I&lt;br /&gt;                         ain't no drug dealer, I ain't no&lt;br /&gt;                         addict, I'm just skinny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         But, those dealers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         They're just tripping.  You want to&lt;br /&gt;                         see, take a look for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones hands his bag to Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest looks in the bag.  Inside are a number of Physics and&lt;br /&gt;               Engineering textbooks and several bowls of instant noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         I'm just your basic Columbia&lt;br /&gt;                         college student.  I live on ramen,&lt;br /&gt;                         I shoot some hoop, I ain't touching&lt;br /&gt;                         no drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Columbia?  They don't really have&lt;br /&gt;                         much of a basketball team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         But they got some great engineering&lt;br /&gt;                         classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         You're the best player out there,&lt;br /&gt;                         though.  I'm sure you got some&lt;br /&gt;                         coaches recruiting you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, but I'm a 6 foot shooting&lt;br /&gt;                         guard.  I know a thing or two, I&lt;br /&gt;                         ain't making the pros.  And even if&lt;br /&gt;                         I do, I got what, four, five years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         What about the scholarship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, I got a great scholarship with&lt;br /&gt;                         this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones points to his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest nods and hands Bones his bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         And hey, last time I checked, Bill&lt;br /&gt;                         Gates had way more bank than&lt;br /&gt;                         Michael Jordan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest chuckles to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones walks off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. RUCKER PARK - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               There is the sound of hip-hop music as Bones, Priest, Pablo,&lt;br /&gt;               and others play on the court.  The bleachers are full of&lt;br /&gt;               spectators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo looks left and passes right to Bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones hits a turn-around over Priest.  The crowd cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DJ&lt;br /&gt;                         Another J for Bones.  That boy is&lt;br /&gt;                         unstoppable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones and Pablo hi-five each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Yo, I gotta run.  Good game, y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones runs to the sidelines and grabs his bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest and Pablo watch Bones exit the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Where's he all running off to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Oh, he's just taking care of his&lt;br /&gt;                         future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. OFFICE BUILDING - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               An EXECUTIVE (50) sits in a fancy office.  There is a knock&lt;br /&gt;               on the door.  A secretary stands at the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   SECRETARY&lt;br /&gt;                         Sir, your 3:00 is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The Executive stands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   EXECUTIVE&lt;br /&gt;                         Ah, Jimmy Smith, after seeing your&lt;br /&gt;                         grades, I was eager to meet you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones, dressed in a suit, enters and shakes the Executive's&lt;br /&gt;               hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Thank you, tell me about your&lt;br /&gt;                         company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                              FADE OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855546953125858739-4010745530303158073?l=typhoon5ht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/feeds/4010745530303158073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855546953125858739&amp;postID=4010745530303158073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/4010745530303158073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/4010745530303158073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/2007/05/playaz-bones-act-3.html' title='Playaz - Bones - Act 3'/><author><name>typhoon5ht</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801110965010748163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855546953125858739.post-5050110281609052064</id><published>2007-05-09T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T02:00:05.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playaz - Bones - Act 2</title><content type='html'>Bones takes a long jumper.  Bones admires his shot as it goes&lt;br /&gt;               through the hoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Swish, nothing but net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DJ&lt;br /&gt;                         Yo, Bones, ain't one nickname&lt;br /&gt;                         enough?  Jimmy all day bones Smith.&lt;br /&gt;                         This is gettin stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                             (to DJ)&lt;br /&gt;                         Haha, I'm just playing some ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The players run about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo dribbles the ball up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones claps his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Yo, Pablo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo fakes a pass to Bones, causing Hans to run out to&lt;br /&gt;               defend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones runs around Hans and takes a bounce pass from Pablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones dribbles the ball at Priest, who stands under the&lt;br /&gt;               basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Yo, Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest jumps up to block or foul Bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones jumps behind the backboard, evading Priest, and flicks&lt;br /&gt;               the ball at the backboard.  The ball hits the backboard and&lt;br /&gt;               spins into the hoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DJ (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                         Unbelievable!  Game over!  Did&lt;br /&gt;                         someone get a picture?  I want a&lt;br /&gt;                         poster of that one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones slaps hi-fives with Pablo and jogs to the sideline&lt;br /&gt;               where a large backpack sits on the ground.  Bones takes a&lt;br /&gt;               bottle of water from the backpack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Good game.  Too bad you graduated,&lt;br /&gt;                         we could have used to this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, gotta move to the bigger and&lt;br /&gt;                         better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest walks past Bones and Pablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Drugs ain't bigger or better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones jumps to his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Yo!  I don't do no drugs, man.  I&lt;br /&gt;                         don't touch that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest turns around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah?  So why you so skinny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Man?  I'm just skinny?  I eat the&lt;br /&gt;                         same stuff as Pablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo shrugs and nods.  Pablo then looks at his body, and&lt;br /&gt;               then at Bones'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest walks off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. DARK STREETS - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones, Pablo, and a few others walk down the street.  Bones&lt;br /&gt;               seems upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                             (under his breath)&lt;br /&gt;                         Why don't anyone listen to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ICE (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;                         Jimmy Bones Smith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones and the others stop.  Ice leans against a wall to their&lt;br /&gt;               side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Do I know you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ICE&lt;br /&gt;                         They call me Ice, and this is just&lt;br /&gt;                         a friendly conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ICE&lt;br /&gt;                         Now, these here are my streets&lt;br /&gt;                         you're walking on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         That's cool.  Have fun on your&lt;br /&gt;                         street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones takes a step away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ICE&lt;br /&gt;                         But what I don't like is people&lt;br /&gt;                         trying to steal my possessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones stops and looks confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ICE&lt;br /&gt;                         What I'm wondering is, what's in&lt;br /&gt;                         that bag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         There ain't nothing in here, and it&lt;br /&gt;                         ain't any of your business anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ICE&lt;br /&gt;                         Oh, I think it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo and the other players surround Bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Yo, let's get out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah.  Aight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo and the others lead Bones away.  Ice speaks to them as&lt;br /&gt;               they walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ICE&lt;br /&gt;                         No more trespassing, playa, or our&lt;br /&gt;                         next conversation may not be so...&lt;br /&gt;                         friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. ST. JOSEPH'S - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones, holding his bag, walks next to a large brick school&lt;br /&gt;               building.  A marquee on the school reads, "St. Joseph's&lt;br /&gt;               Academy."  Behind a chain link fence, kids play basketball in&lt;br /&gt;               the playground by the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones stops and looks at the kids playing basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   KID #1&lt;br /&gt;                         I'm Jimmy Smith!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Kid #1 hits a jumper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   KID #1&lt;br /&gt;                         All day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The kids run around on the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones leans against the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                         I'm open, I'm open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               On a court, in dream lighting, a younger Bones and Pablo play&lt;br /&gt;               against other kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones passes the ball to Pablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo drives towards the basket.  Other kids step out to&lt;br /&gt;               defend Pablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo passes behind his back to Bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones catches the ball and has a clear path to the basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones grits his teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones jumps in the air and holds the ball over his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones slams the ball through the rim as Pablo as the other&lt;br /&gt;               kids look on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones lands on the ground and holds his hands in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo and the other kids gather around Bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   KIDS&lt;br /&gt;                         That was amazing!  You just dunked&lt;br /&gt;                         it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Nice hops.  I knew you could do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones, standing outside the fence, looks at the dream-lit&lt;br /&gt;               game with a nostalgic look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, Jimmy.  Yo, Bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones shakes his head from side to side.  The dream-lit game&lt;br /&gt;               fades.  Pablo stands next to Bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         You chewin on paint chips or&lt;br /&gt;                         something?  Come on, let's play so&lt;br /&gt;                         ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The Kids playing on the playground look over at Bones and&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   KID #1&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, that's Bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   KIDS&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, Bones, wait up, hey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The kids run to the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Yo, hold up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones and Pablo stop as the kids run to the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   KIDS&lt;br /&gt;                         Bones!  You're the greatest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Thank you thank you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   KID #1&lt;br /&gt;                         You never miss a shot!  How'd you&lt;br /&gt;                         get so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, lots of practice.  I had the&lt;br /&gt;                         big man here help with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones playfully pushes Pablo, who laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   KID #2&lt;br /&gt;                         Aww, not this again.  The same old,&lt;br /&gt;                         practice hard, stay in school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   KID #2&lt;br /&gt;                         I thought you were cooler than&lt;br /&gt;                         that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Well, uh, hey, I'm cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones looks left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         But hey, winning the city&lt;br /&gt;                         championship was a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   KIDS&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah!  Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones smiles, turns, and takes a step away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   KID #1&lt;br /&gt;                         What college you playing at now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones stops and slumps his shoulders a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones turns around and smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Right now, I'm playing at Rucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   KIDS&lt;br /&gt;                         Yay!  Go Bones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones and Pablo walk away from the fence and head down the&lt;br /&gt;               street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Yo, why don't you just tell them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, gotta keep up the rep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, yeah, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. RUCKER PARK - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones and Pablo walk to the court.  DJ walks to them and&lt;br /&gt;               bumps fists and hugs them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         DJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DJ&lt;br /&gt;                         Bones, Pablo, my man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Across the street, Ice glares at Bones and his backpack.  Ice&lt;br /&gt;               waves a finger from side to side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones glances at Ice and shakes his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Across the court, Priest glares at Bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DJ&lt;br /&gt;                         Yo, what's with the angry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Nothing.  Just think some people&lt;br /&gt;                         are wasting what they could have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones grits his teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         I told you, man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo grabs Bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PABLO&lt;br /&gt;                         Forget it man, come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo pulls Bones away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. RUCKER PARK - MINUTES LATER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo, Bones, Priest, and others run on the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones cuts through the lane.  Priest bumps Bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         You shouldn't bring your drugs&lt;br /&gt;                         here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Man, I told you, I don't touch that&lt;br /&gt;                         stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Players move about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo passes the ball to Bones, who stands on the wing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest moves in front of Bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Don't think I don't know what&lt;br /&gt;                         you're doing.  I bust people like&lt;br /&gt;                         you every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Are you stupid?  Don't you hear&lt;br /&gt;                         what I'm saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones shoots in Priest's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The ball swishes through rim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones, shaking his head, runs back on defense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans inbounds the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Yo, I'll bring it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans looks from side to side.  Then Hans passes the ball to&lt;br /&gt;               Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest dribbles the ball up the court while glaring at Bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest looks toward the sidelines.  Players move about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest takes a hard dribble and grabs the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest, blatantly travelling, runs into the lane, where Bones&lt;br /&gt;               stands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest runs over Bones, knocking him to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest flips the ball into the hoop as Bones rolls around on&lt;br /&gt;               the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones sits up angrily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Yo, foul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Ok, your ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest flips the ball at Bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Yo, what up with that man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, I'll get your attention one&lt;br /&gt;                         way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest jogs back on defense.  Hans and the other players give&lt;br /&gt;               Priest a confused look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855546953125858739-5050110281609052064?l=typhoon5ht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/feeds/5050110281609052064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855546953125858739&amp;postID=5050110281609052064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/5050110281609052064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/5050110281609052064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/2007/05/playaz-bones-act-2.html' title='Playaz - Bones - Act 2'/><author><name>typhoon5ht</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801110965010748163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855546953125858739.post-6891493532268340823</id><published>2007-05-08T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T01:51:29.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playaz - Bones - Act 1</title><content type='html'>CAST LIST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones (19) - skinny, 6 foot black kid from the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo (17) - fat, 6-2 hispanic kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest (35) - hulking 6-10 black police officer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry (23) - 5-10 chinese guy with a goatee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Cheryl (31) - 6-0 black lady who's a lawyer by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Hans (25) - 6-8 German man who dresses stylish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bunyan (18) - 7-2 with wild red hair and dressed from the&lt;br /&gt;               70s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Skittles (9) - shy brunette girl who watches excitedly.&lt;br /&gt;               The Three Old Men&lt;br /&gt;               - Sal (70s) - white haired and wrinkly.&lt;br /&gt;               - Larry (70s) - balding black grandpa with glasses&lt;br /&gt;               - Russell (70s) - tall, thin with a white mustache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               DJ (26) - short fellow with a loud voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. RUCKER PARK - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The stands are full of people as players run on the court.&lt;br /&gt;               Hip hop music blares from speakers next to DJ and his&lt;br /&gt;               turntables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones faces off against Priest.  Priest appears 8 inches&lt;br /&gt;               taller than Bones, but stands a step away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Face it, big man, you can't guard&lt;br /&gt;                         me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones shoots a jumper right in Priest's face - nothing but&lt;br /&gt;               net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DJ&lt;br /&gt;                         In your face, big man.  You gonna&lt;br /&gt;                         let him do that to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest growls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones goes back on defense.  Priest posts up against Hans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry dribbles up the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry passes the ball to Priest, but Bones darts in out of&lt;br /&gt;               nowhere and steals the pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Oh, you have got to do better than&lt;br /&gt;                         that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones dribbles the ball on a fast break with Jerry trying to&lt;br /&gt;               guard him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones takes a hard dribble at the free throw line and stops.&lt;br /&gt;               Jerry keeps running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones shoots a jumper and swishes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         You guys gonna play any defense&lt;br /&gt;                         today?  This is too easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Priest glares at Bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;                         Why don't you try coming into the&lt;br /&gt;                         paint?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Man, this ain't the cage.  Out here&lt;br /&gt;                         is my house, I own this court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones raises his hands, gesturing to the crowd.  The crowd&lt;br /&gt;               cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BONES&lt;br /&gt;                         Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Outside the court, ICE (25), a thug with rhinestones on his&lt;br /&gt;               teeth, stands next to a few DRUG DEALERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ICE&lt;br /&gt;                         Sorry, playa, this is our house.&lt;br /&gt;                         Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DRUG DEALERS&lt;br /&gt;                         Heh, heh, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. RUCKER PARK - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Crowds are gathered in the stands as Bones and other players&lt;br /&gt;               run on the court.  The three old men sit in the bleachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones makes a slick crossover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   SAL&lt;br /&gt;                         Jimmy "Bones" Smith.  Didn't he win&lt;br /&gt;                         the city championship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LARRY&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, last year at St. Joes with&lt;br /&gt;                         his man Pablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo and Bones slap hi-fives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   RUSSELL&lt;br /&gt;                         Oh that's nothing.  Last year, June&lt;br /&gt;                         24.  They called him all day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   SAL&lt;br /&gt;                         Because he didn't miss a shot all&lt;br /&gt;                         day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones does a shake-and-bake move, leaving a defender in his&lt;br /&gt;               wake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LARRY&lt;br /&gt;                         Whoo, wee...  Best shake and bake&lt;br /&gt;                         since Earl "The Goat" Manigault.&lt;br /&gt;                         You want sweetness, city&lt;br /&gt;                         championship game last year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. ST. JOSEPH'S GYM - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The gym is filled with screaming fans.  Pablo and Bones are&lt;br /&gt;               dressed in St. Joseph's jerseys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Pablo passes the ball to Bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LARRY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                         Bones was shaking cats, making them&lt;br /&gt;                         look stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones fakes right.  The defender steps to Bones' right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones drives around the defender, who tries to recover and&lt;br /&gt;               falls down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones takes an open shot, knocking it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LARRY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                         Broke so many ankles they had to&lt;br /&gt;                         call an ambulance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The buzzer sounds.  The scoreboard reads, "St. Joseph's 69,&lt;br /&gt;               Visitors 58."  The crowd cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones and Pablo give each other a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. RUCKER PARK - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones and the others playing as before.  The three old men in&lt;br /&gt;               the stands as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The ball flies to Bones, who does a catch-and-shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   SAL&lt;br /&gt;                         So, where's he playing his college&lt;br /&gt;                         ball?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LARRY&lt;br /&gt;                         He's not.  Don't know why?  Lots of&lt;br /&gt;                         college teams need a boy like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones adjusts his black do-rag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   RUSSELL&lt;br /&gt;                         My man, don't ask questions you&lt;br /&gt;                         don't want answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bones takes a long jumper.  Bones admires his shot as it goes&lt;br /&gt;               through the hoop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855546953125858739-6891493532268340823?l=typhoon5ht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/feeds/6891493532268340823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855546953125858739&amp;postID=6891493532268340823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/6891493532268340823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/6891493532268340823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/2007/05/playaz-bones-act-1.html' title='Playaz - Bones - Act 1'/><author><name>typhoon5ht</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801110965010748163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855546953125858739.post-3249576838554374724</id><published>2007-05-05T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T01:36:25.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weather Girl - pages 92-97</title><content type='html'>EXT. HOMELAND SECURITY - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard and Agent Bob run out of the building.  Thunderclouds&lt;br /&gt;               gather in the sky above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   AGENT BOB&lt;br /&gt;                         This doesn't look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, we'll find her and it'll be&lt;br /&gt;                         alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Agent Bob and Leonard run to a big, black SUV.  Agent Bob&lt;br /&gt;               jumps into the driver's seat and Leonard enters the&lt;br /&gt;               passenger's side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The black SUV speeds off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. PATIO RESTAURANT - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie, Chuck, and Tina stand outside the restaurant.  Wind&lt;br /&gt;               is starting to pick up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHUCK&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, it was great to see you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, and hey, congratulations&lt;br /&gt;                         again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A gust of wind makes the three of them shudder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHUCK&lt;br /&gt;                         We'd better get going.  Looks like&lt;br /&gt;                         it's going to come down soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, I think you're right.  But&lt;br /&gt;                         I'm happy for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               It starts to rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHUCK&lt;br /&gt;                         Thanks.  We'll talk to you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   TINA&lt;br /&gt;                         Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Chuck and Tina wave and jog away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie turns around and begins walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie kicks at a piece of trash on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie begins to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               It begins to rain hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie buries her head in her hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bolts of lighting light up the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT/EXT CITY STREETS - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Agent Bob and Leonard drive the black SUV through rain&lt;br /&gt;               slicked roads.  People on the sidewalks cover their heads and&lt;br /&gt;               run for cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Bolts of lighting streak through the skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               There is the rumble of thunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A tv screen on the dashboard of the SUV has a blinking dot on&lt;br /&gt;               a map of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               There is the sound of a cell phone.  Leonard lifts his phone&lt;br /&gt;               to his ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. HOMELAND SECURITY - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Barker holds a telephone as people rush about around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BARKER&lt;br /&gt;                         Not to pressure you or anything,&lt;br /&gt;                         but you might owe me a boat if you&lt;br /&gt;                         don't get a move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A computer monitor shows a weather report.  On the screen, a&lt;br /&gt;               hurricane forms off-shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   WEATHERMAN (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                         It appears that the area of low&lt;br /&gt;                         pressure is forming into a&lt;br /&gt;                         hurricane.  Disaster relief teams&lt;br /&gt;                         are preparing for the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT/EXT CITY STREETS - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard and Agent Bob in the SUV with Leonard holding his&lt;br /&gt;               cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Don't worry, I've got it under&lt;br /&gt;                         control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard closes his cellphone and takes a deep breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   AGENT BOB&lt;br /&gt;                         What are you going to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         I haven't a clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Rain begins falling in sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A few umbrella covered tables blow into the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Agent Bob drives around the tables as he talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   AGENT BOB&lt;br /&gt;                         Look, I'm definitely not the right&lt;br /&gt;                         man to be telling you this, but&lt;br /&gt;                         here's what I think.  Tell her how&lt;br /&gt;                         you feel about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Wait, what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   AGENT BOB&lt;br /&gt;                         Don't think I can't tell.  Hell, we&lt;br /&gt;                         can all tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard looks out in fear at the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Wind knocks several trashcans and other debris into the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Agent Bob nonchalantly swerves around the trashcans and&lt;br /&gt;               debris as he talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   AGENT BOB&lt;br /&gt;                         Everyone's trying to keep Carrie&lt;br /&gt;                         sane so we don't all die.  But,&lt;br /&gt;                         you're the only who cares more&lt;br /&gt;                         about her than the well being of&lt;br /&gt;                         the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Wind blows branches and leaves about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard looks concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         You're right.  I do want her to be&lt;br /&gt;                         happy.  But how do say that?  I&lt;br /&gt;                         never can get the words right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The SUV screeches to a halt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   AGENT BOB&lt;br /&gt;                         Well, think fast because there she&lt;br /&gt;                         is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. CITY STREETS - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie cries and she walks on the street.  Hard rain and wind&lt;br /&gt;               surround her, but she seems oblivious to the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The black SUV pulls up behind Carrie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard jumps out and runs to Carrie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Carrie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie stops and seems confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie slowly turns around and faces Leonard, who is soaked&lt;br /&gt;               and cringes away from the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Come on, we've got to get you&lt;br /&gt;                         out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard's words trail off as Carrie starts sobbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         I can't believe I'm so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         You're not stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The storm swirls around Leonard and Carrie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Yes, I am.  I thought that maybe if&lt;br /&gt;                         Chuck was coming back, then we'd&lt;br /&gt;                         get back together and live happily&lt;br /&gt;                         ever after.  When am I ever going&lt;br /&gt;                         to learn that this isn't a fairy&lt;br /&gt;                         tale and no one's going to whisk me&lt;br /&gt;                         away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         No, buts.  I'm 35, no one wants to&lt;br /&gt;                         marry me, I'm only good for a cheap&lt;br /&gt;                         thrill for some stupid player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard steps up to Carrie and lifts her chin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         No!  You deserve way better!&lt;br /&gt;                         You're a great girl and you deserve&lt;br /&gt;                         to be happy and treated right by&lt;br /&gt;                         someone who actually wants you to&lt;br /&gt;                         be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         What, you know someone like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard walks closer to Carrie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Because if I could be that guy, I&lt;br /&gt;                         know I'd be the luckiest guy on&lt;br /&gt;                         earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie looks up at Leonard agape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The wind and rain slow a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie wraps her arms around Leonard and gives him a big&lt;br /&gt;               kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard wraps his arms around Carrie as they kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The rain and wind stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Agent Bob, inside the SUV, smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie and Leonard break their kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie runs her fingers along Leonard's cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         I was hoping I'd deserve a guy like&lt;br /&gt;                         you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard smiles and runs his fingers on Carrie's cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A ray of sunlight lands on Leonard and Carrie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. BARKER'S OFFICE - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Title Card: A few weeks later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard sits across from Barker.  Outside, it is sunny with&lt;br /&gt;               blue skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         And I'm going to keep her happy.&lt;br /&gt;                         Of course, I'm probably going to&lt;br /&gt;                         piss her off every now and then,&lt;br /&gt;                         but we need some rain too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BARKER&lt;br /&gt;                         So, what if it doesn't work out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         I gave my word that I would make it&lt;br /&gt;                         work.  That's the vow I took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Barker frowns and nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BARKER&lt;br /&gt;                         Well, alright then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BARKER&lt;br /&gt;                         Alright.  Good luck and&lt;br /&gt;                         congratulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. RESTAURANT - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie sits at an outdoor cafe with Sarah and a few other&lt;br /&gt;               girls.  The girls all look at the diamond ring on Carrie's&lt;br /&gt;               left ring finger.  The sky is blue and the sun is shining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;                         Wow.  I'm so happy for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, he's great.  He cooks, he&lt;br /&gt;                         gives me massages, we talk.  It's&lt;br /&gt;                         wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The girls all look at Carrie with envy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;                         I wonder what he's hiding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A bolt of lighting cracks through the sky behind Carrie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855546953125858739-3249576838554374724?l=typhoon5ht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/feeds/3249576838554374724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855546953125858739&amp;postID=3249576838554374724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/3249576838554374724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/3249576838554374724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/2007/05/weather-girl-pages-92-97.html' title='The Weather Girl - pages 92-97'/><author><name>typhoon5ht</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801110965010748163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855546953125858739.post-1650763532598643430</id><published>2007-05-04T00:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T00:50:40.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weather Girl - pages 88-92</title><content type='html'>EXT. PATIO RESTAURANT - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie sits outside in the patio seating area of a&lt;br /&gt;               restaurant.  Carrie looks around and checks her watch.  There&lt;br /&gt;               are clouds in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Chuck enters and waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie stands and waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Chuck walks to Carrie and they hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Wow, Chuck, it's so good to see&lt;br /&gt;                         you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHUCK&lt;br /&gt;                         It's great to see you too.  How&lt;br /&gt;                         long has it been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Oh, I don't know, two years, is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHUCK&lt;br /&gt;                         I think you're right.  It's been&lt;br /&gt;                         too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie backs up and pulls out a chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Well, come on, sit down.  How have&lt;br /&gt;                         you been?  What have you been up&lt;br /&gt;                         to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHUCK&lt;br /&gt;                         Well, I've got my own shop now, as&lt;br /&gt;                         you know.  It was really funny.&lt;br /&gt;                         Totally random, this guy comes in&lt;br /&gt;                         and as we talk, he tells me about&lt;br /&gt;                         some Carrie who's great at&lt;br /&gt;                         advertising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. CHUCK'S OFFICE - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Chuck sits at his desk in a nice executive office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHUCK (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                         And I was thinking, Carrie.  What&lt;br /&gt;                         are they odds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Sitting opposite from Chuck is Agent Bob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. PATIO RESTAURANT - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie and Chuck as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Haha, wow, small world, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHUCK&lt;br /&gt;                         You're telling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie looks to the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Actually, I just quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHUCK&lt;br /&gt;                         What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, I've been there a while, and&lt;br /&gt;                         it's really now what I want to be&lt;br /&gt;                         doing for the rest of my life.  So,&lt;br /&gt;                         I just quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHUCK&lt;br /&gt;                         Wow, that's a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie picks up a breadstick and chews on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, really.  It's scary actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHUCK&lt;br /&gt;                         Change is always scary.  Speaking&lt;br /&gt;                         of which.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Chuck looks to the side.  Tina walks towards the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie jumps to her feet and runs to Tina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Tina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   TINA&lt;br /&gt;                         Carrie!  How's my old roommate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Not bad, not bad.  What brings you&lt;br /&gt;                         out here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   TINA&lt;br /&gt;                         Well, Chuck told me to meet you&lt;br /&gt;                         here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie looks confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Chuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   TINA&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, oh, you didn't know we were&lt;br /&gt;                         together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie takes a step back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         You and Chuck.  Wow, I mean,&lt;br /&gt;                         congratulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   TINA&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, actually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. BARKER'S OFFICE - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Barker sits at his desk.  Leonard stands opposite Barker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Engaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BARKER&lt;br /&gt;                         Yep, to her old roommate.  Bummer,&lt;br /&gt;                         huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Oh, damn.  I didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BARKER&lt;br /&gt;                         Oh it gets better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. PATIO RESTAURANT - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie, Tina, and Chuck sit at a table.  Carrie looks&lt;br /&gt;               shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         The first date?!?  How?  What?  I&lt;br /&gt;                         mean...  wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHUCK&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, wow is right.  I guess we'd&lt;br /&gt;                         known each other for a while, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   TINA&lt;br /&gt;                         So, I was like, we should just skip&lt;br /&gt;                         the whole dating thing and just be&lt;br /&gt;                         like serious boyfriend girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;                         and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHUCK&lt;br /&gt;                         And so I said, hey, why stop there,&lt;br /&gt;                         let's get married!  But we both&lt;br /&gt;                         wanted a real wedding, not the&lt;br /&gt;                         Vegas thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   TINA&lt;br /&gt;                         And it's all set.  Only a month&lt;br /&gt;                         away.  Aaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie screams with uncertainty in her voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Aaaaaaa...  Wow, that's... I mean,&lt;br /&gt;                         congratulations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The skies look like it's going to rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855546953125858739-1650763532598643430?l=typhoon5ht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/feeds/1650763532598643430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855546953125858739&amp;postID=1650763532598643430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/1650763532598643430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/1650763532598643430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/2007/05/weather-girl-pages-88-92.html' title='The Weather Girl - pages 88-92'/><author><name>typhoon5ht</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801110965010748163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855546953125858739.post-3579830601124147749</id><published>2007-05-03T01:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T01:31:53.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weather Girl - pages 83-87</title><content type='html'>INT. BARKER'S OFFICE - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard storms into the room.  Barker sits at his desk.&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard throws a report onto Barker's desk.  The skies behind&lt;br /&gt;               Barker are partially cloudy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         What the hell is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BARKER&lt;br /&gt;                         Relax, Leonard.  Have a seat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Relax?  Why should I relax?  Bob&lt;br /&gt;                         says we've been shutting off her&lt;br /&gt;                         water and screwing with her life&lt;br /&gt;                         for months, some kind of plan B&lt;br /&gt;                         thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BARKER&lt;br /&gt;                         Sit down, I'll...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Sit down?  Don't you think I should&lt;br /&gt;                         have known that the people I work&lt;br /&gt;                         for are working directly against&lt;br /&gt;                         what I'm trying to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Barker jumps to his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BARKER&lt;br /&gt;                         Sit down, Agent Young!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard seems intimidated.  Leonard slowly moves into a seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Barker straightens out his tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BARKER&lt;br /&gt;                         Now what you're wondering if why we&lt;br /&gt;                         keep shutting off her utilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         That seems about right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Barker begins pacing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BARKER&lt;br /&gt;                         What have you been trying to do&lt;br /&gt;                         with Carrie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Excuse me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Barker stops and looks Leonard in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BARKER&lt;br /&gt;                         What has been your goal, Agent&lt;br /&gt;                         Young?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Well, uh, I want her to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;                         If she gets too unhappy, it'll be&lt;br /&gt;                         the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BARKER&lt;br /&gt;                         Alright, and how good of a job have&lt;br /&gt;                         you been doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         I don't quite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BARKER&lt;br /&gt;                         Is she happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Well, sometimes, maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BARKER&lt;br /&gt;                         You've been doing a real crappy job&lt;br /&gt;                         if you're trying to keep her happy&lt;br /&gt;                         all the time, haven't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard hangs his head.  The skies outside are growing&lt;br /&gt;               darker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BARKER&lt;br /&gt;                         And that's exactly what we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard looks up appearing confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BARKER&lt;br /&gt;                         Son, what would happen if she were&lt;br /&gt;                         always happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Well, it's sunny when she's&lt;br /&gt;                         happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BARKER&lt;br /&gt;                         And we need rain, don't we?  If&lt;br /&gt;                         she's happy all the time, we all&lt;br /&gt;                         die.  But if she's sad all the&lt;br /&gt;                         time, we also all die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Barker grabs a pile of papers and throws them down in from of&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BARKER&lt;br /&gt;                         Weather reports for the last&lt;br /&gt;                         hundred years.  Once this whole&lt;br /&gt;                         mess started, we couldn't get&lt;br /&gt;                         anything close to our normal&lt;br /&gt;                         patterns.  Well, we couldn't until&lt;br /&gt;                         you came along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard flips through the papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BARKER&lt;br /&gt;                         But somehow, with you, everything's&lt;br /&gt;                         back to normal.  The world's&lt;br /&gt;                         getting rain, snow, sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;                         clouds, hell, everything she needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard looks up from the papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         I'm doing a good job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BARKER&lt;br /&gt;                         That's right.  We had to to plan B&lt;br /&gt;                         at least once a month last year,&lt;br /&gt;                         but since you came on, this is the&lt;br /&gt;                         first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         But, we're just screwing with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BARKER&lt;br /&gt;                         Maybe we are, but unless you have a&lt;br /&gt;                         better idea, this is what we're&lt;br /&gt;                         doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard stands, still looking confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         She's a person.  She doesn't&lt;br /&gt;                         deserve this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BARKER&lt;br /&gt;                         You might be right, but billions of&lt;br /&gt;                         lives are at stake.  Life's a bitch&lt;br /&gt;                         sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard hands his head for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         She deserves to know this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BARKER&lt;br /&gt;                         The hell she does!  If you're&lt;br /&gt;                         looking for a better way to cause a&lt;br /&gt;                         nervous breakdown, you're not going&lt;br /&gt;                         to find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. HOMELAND SECURITY - HALLWAY - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard slumps through the hallway.  Barker pokes his head&lt;br /&gt;               out of a door behind Leonard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BARKER&lt;br /&gt;                         Look, Leonard, keep doing what&lt;br /&gt;                         you're doing.  We don't always like&lt;br /&gt;                         it, but the world's security is at&lt;br /&gt;                         stake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard continues down the hallway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard looks out the window.  The skies are partially&lt;br /&gt;               cloudy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Well, at least I set up that lunch&lt;br /&gt;                         with Chuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Barker's eyes grow wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Barker runs out and grabs Leonard's shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BARKER&lt;br /&gt;                         What did you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Chuck.  Her old boyfriend.  I&lt;br /&gt;                         figured that'd cheer her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BARKER&lt;br /&gt;                         What the hell have you done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Outside, it looks like it's going to rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855546953125858739-3579830601124147749?l=typhoon5ht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/feeds/3579830601124147749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855546953125858739&amp;postID=3579830601124147749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/3579830601124147749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/3579830601124147749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/2007/05/weather-girl-pages-83-87.html' title='The Weather Girl - pages 83-87'/><author><name>typhoon5ht</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801110965010748163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855546953125858739.post-444900968818794612</id><published>2007-05-02T01:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T01:22:29.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weather Girl - pages 79 - 83</title><content type='html'>INT. TAYLOR AND HUDSON - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie, holding her box, walks through the cubicles.  People&lt;br /&gt;               watch her leave.  Sarah stands at the end of the cubicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;                         It won't be the same without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Oh, don't say that.  We'll still&lt;br /&gt;                         get lunch and it'll be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, but I still have to deal with&lt;br /&gt;                         them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Sarah beckons her head down the hall, where Taylor and Doug&lt;br /&gt;               stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. CITY STREETS - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie, holding her box, walks on the street.  The sky about&lt;br /&gt;               is clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Near Carrie, the Vendor stands behind a hotdog cart.  The&lt;br /&gt;               Vendor waves to Carrie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   VENDOR&lt;br /&gt;                         Moving on with life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Moving on to better things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie walks past the Vendor and down the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The Vendor lifts his cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. CARRIE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie enters her apartment and turns on the lights.  Carrie&lt;br /&gt;               sets the box on the floor and walks to her answering machine,&lt;br /&gt;               which flashes "2."  Carrie presses the button as she walks&lt;br /&gt;               by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               There is the sound of a beep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie opens her refrigerator and takes out a juice box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DOUG (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, this is Doug.  I just wanted&lt;br /&gt;                         to explain a few things.  Just&lt;br /&gt;                         don't want you to be mad or&lt;br /&gt;                         anything, ok?  Call me back&lt;br /&gt;                         sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie shakes her head as she puts a straw into her juice&lt;br /&gt;               box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         No, I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               There is the sound of a beep as Carrie takes a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHUCK (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                         Hi, Carrie.  This is Chuck, you&lt;br /&gt;                         know, Chuck Anderson?  I live in&lt;br /&gt;                         Seattle now, we used to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie looks shocked and spits out a spray of juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie scrambles about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHUCK (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                         Anyway, oddly enough, I'm in town&lt;br /&gt;                         for a few days.  Some business&lt;br /&gt;                         thing just popped up, you figure.&lt;br /&gt;                         I was just wondering if you were&lt;br /&gt;                         free for lunch or something.  So,&lt;br /&gt;                         give me a call back.  My number's&lt;br /&gt;                         206-555-1378.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie grabs a towel and starts wiping the juice off the&lt;br /&gt;               walls and floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie freezes for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie rushes back to her answering machine and hits the&lt;br /&gt;               button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               There is the sound of a beep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DOUG (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie pushes the button marked "delete."  There is the sound&lt;br /&gt;               of a beep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHUCK (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                         Hi, Carrie.  This is Chuck, you&lt;br /&gt;                         know, Chuck Anderson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie hits the button marked "repeat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CHUCK (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                         Hi, Carrie.  This is Chuck, you&lt;br /&gt;                         know, Chuck Anderson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie hits the button marked "Play/Pause."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie takes a few deep breaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie, with a far off look in her eyes, walks to the sink&lt;br /&gt;               and turns the knob.  Nothing happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie blinks a few times and shakes the knob.  Nothing&lt;br /&gt;               happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie stares in disbelief at the sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. LEONARD'S APARTMENT - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard paces with his cell phone on his ear.  Outside, it is&lt;br /&gt;               raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                         And now my water's out, so I can't&lt;br /&gt;                         even shower or anything before&lt;br /&gt;                         meeting my old friend.  I mean,&lt;br /&gt;                         what's he going to think?  Carrie's&lt;br /&gt;                         gone crazy, she quit her job, she's&lt;br /&gt;                         not showering?  Arrrrrrhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard looks from side to side and bites his lip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Well, I might be able to help a&lt;br /&gt;                         little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. LEONARD'S APARTMENT - BEDROOM - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard sits in front of his computer.  There is the sound of&lt;br /&gt;               running water.  The door to the bathroom is closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The running water stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The bathroom door opens and Carrie, dressed nicely, walks&lt;br /&gt;               into the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Thanks for letting me use your&lt;br /&gt;                         shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         No problem.  I figure that if it&lt;br /&gt;                         was clean enough for you the other&lt;br /&gt;                         night, then it wouldn't scare you&lt;br /&gt;                         today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Heh, well, thanks you still.  Oh&lt;br /&gt;                         yeah, I put your sweatshirt over&lt;br /&gt;                         there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie points to a bag against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         And I got all my stuff back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Excellent.  Have fun with your old&lt;br /&gt;                         friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. LEONARD'S APARTMENT - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie and Leonard move to the front door.  Carrie takes a&lt;br /&gt;               step and stops.  Carrie turns back to Leonard with an unsure&lt;br /&gt;               look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, are you sure it's not too much&lt;br /&gt;                         trouble?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Nah, I can get through their red&lt;br /&gt;                         tape.  You'll get your water back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Aww, thank you.  I'll make it up to&lt;br /&gt;                         you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         It's cool, have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie exits.  Leonard closes the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard picks up his cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               There is the sound of dialing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   AGENT BOB (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                         This is Bob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, this is Leonard.  I need you&lt;br /&gt;                         to get Carrie's water turned back&lt;br /&gt;                         on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   AGENT BOB (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                         That should be easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Cool.  Wait...  why's it easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   AGENT BOB (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                         Heh, wait, you're kidding, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Uh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   AGENT BOB (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                         Oh boy, you should come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Why?  What's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   AGENT BOB (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                         You should come in because I was&lt;br /&gt;                         the one who turned off her water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard's jaw drops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855546953125858739-444900968818794612?l=typhoon5ht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/feeds/444900968818794612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855546953125858739&amp;postID=444900968818794612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/444900968818794612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/444900968818794612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/2007/05/weather-girl-pages-79-83.html' title='The Weather Girl - pages 79 - 83'/><author><name>typhoon5ht</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801110965010748163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855546953125858739.post-3835430863703983259</id><published>2007-05-01T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T01:12:19.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weather Girl - pages 75-79</title><content type='html'>EXT. COFFEEHOUSE - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie, still wearing the sweats, sits at a table outside the&lt;br /&gt;               coffeehouse with a cup of coffee.  The sun is shining&lt;br /&gt;               brightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie takes a sip of coffee and basks in the sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard, down the street from Carrie, looks at her and&lt;br /&gt;               smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie shades her eyes from the sun with her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard sits across from Carrie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         You look relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie moves her hand and smiles at Leonard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Nothing more relaxing than being a&lt;br /&gt;                         bum in your sweats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Don't worry, I'll return them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         I'm not worried, I know where you&lt;br /&gt;                         live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Do you now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Well, no, but that sounds way&lt;br /&gt;                         better than, 'Please return my&lt;br /&gt;                         clothes, pretty please.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie and Leonard laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         So, uh, I heard you quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         You seem awfully happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Yep.  The scared hasn't hit yet.&lt;br /&gt;                         I'm just enjoying my newfound&lt;br /&gt;                         freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie takes another drink of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         But, why?  You were good at your&lt;br /&gt;                         job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         You know, I was.  But just being&lt;br /&gt;                         good at something you hate isn't&lt;br /&gt;                         enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie turns and looks across the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Across the street, a group of schoolchildren run and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         I might not know exactly what I&lt;br /&gt;                         want, but I do know that I'd like&lt;br /&gt;                         myself a lot more if I was teaching&lt;br /&gt;                         something meaningful to those kids&lt;br /&gt;                         instead of trying to sell them&lt;br /&gt;                         stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard nods and looks at the children running about and&lt;br /&gt;               playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard turns to Carrie and smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         I think you're fine now, and you&lt;br /&gt;                         definitely deserve a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie looks down and smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie, still smiling, takes a drink of her coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. TAYLOR AND HUDSON - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie, dressed normally, sits in her cubicle and places&lt;br /&gt;               items into a box.  Leonard walks up to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         You know, I spent 10 years of my&lt;br /&gt;                         life in this cubicle.  You'd think&lt;br /&gt;                         I'd have more stuff than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         I don't know, this looks heavy&lt;br /&gt;                         enough.  You need a hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Sure, what, you expect me to say&lt;br /&gt;                         no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard and Carrie chuckle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Sarah walks up to the cubicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;                         Ok, quiet down, you two are having&lt;br /&gt;                         too much fun.  Carrie, Taylor wants&lt;br /&gt;                         to talk to you before you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Ok, I'll see him now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie stands and walks down the hallway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Sarah shakes her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;                         Man, you're either the best or the&lt;br /&gt;                         worst weather manager we've had.&lt;br /&gt;                         I'm still not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard smirks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard notices something inside the box.  Leonard reaches in&lt;br /&gt;               and removes the picture of Carrie near the Space Needle.  A&lt;br /&gt;               post-it note falls off the picture, revealing CHUCK (35),&lt;br /&gt;               handsome with her arm around Carrie, and TINA (28), cute and&lt;br /&gt;               leaning towards Chuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, do you know these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, that's Chuck, her old&lt;br /&gt;                         boyfriend.  They broke up after he&lt;br /&gt;                         moved to Seattle.  The girl's Tina,&lt;br /&gt;                         her old roommate.  Not sure what&lt;br /&gt;                         happened to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Chuck, huh, what's he up to now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;                         I really don't know.  This stuff is&lt;br /&gt;                         really more Bob's department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard nods and looks intently at the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. HOMELAND SECURITY - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Agent Bob sits at a desk.  Leonard walks up to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, Bob, you remember Carrie's old&lt;br /&gt;                         boyfriend, Chuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   AGENT BOB&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, he left for Seattle.  Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Can you arrange for them to meet&lt;br /&gt;                         sometime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   AGENT BOB&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, sure...  but, Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         I just think she'd be happy to see&lt;br /&gt;                         him.  You know, after quitting her&lt;br /&gt;                         job and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Agent Bob glances out the window.  It is sunny outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   AGENT BOB&lt;br /&gt;                         Ok, you're the boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Thanks, Bob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard turns and takes a step away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   AGENT BOB&lt;br /&gt;                         That the only reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard stops and turns towards Agent Bob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Wait, what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   AGENT BOB&lt;br /&gt;                         Oh nothing.  You just seem a wee&lt;br /&gt;                         bit more concerned with her that&lt;br /&gt;                         any of the previous guys we've had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Isn't that good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   AGENT BOB&lt;br /&gt;                         Heh, what do I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard turns and walks away.  There is the sound of a phone&lt;br /&gt;               ringing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Agent Bob answers his phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   AGENT BOB&lt;br /&gt;                         Bob here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855546953125858739-3835430863703983259?l=typhoon5ht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/feeds/3835430863703983259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855546953125858739&amp;postID=3835430863703983259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/3835430863703983259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/3835430863703983259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/2007/05/weather-girl-pages-75-79.html' title='The Weather Girl - pages 75-79'/><author><name>typhoon5ht</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801110965010748163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855546953125858739.post-4707087375629864718</id><published>2007-04-30T01:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T01:39:19.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weather Girl - pages 71-74</title><content type='html'>INT. LEONARD'S APARTMENT - BEDROOM - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The skies outside are cloudy at dawn.  Carrie lies on&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard's bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie stirs and opens her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie looks about with a confused expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie smiles a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie, wearing the same bathrobe, gets up out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie looks at the bathroom door.  Carrie's clothes are hung&lt;br /&gt;               up on hangers attached to the bathroom door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. LEONARD'S APARTMENT - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie pokes her head out of the bedroom.  Leonard lays on&lt;br /&gt;               the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               There is the sound of snoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie leans against the door frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A clock reads 6:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Outside, the clouds thin out, revealing patches of blue sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. LEONARD'S APARTMENT - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard lays on the couch as before.  The clock reads 7:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A ray of sunlight hits Leonard on the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard stirs and squints his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard sits up and looks around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Carrie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard sees a paper on a table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard stands and walks to the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard reads the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, Leonard.  Thanks for&lt;br /&gt;                         everything.  I didn't want to wake&lt;br /&gt;                         you, but I really appreciate&lt;br /&gt;                         everything you did.  I'll talk to&lt;br /&gt;                         you soon.  Carrie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                         P.S.  I stole some of your clothes.&lt;br /&gt;                         Mine are still soaked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. CITY STREETS - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie, wearing a sweats that are way too big for her, walks&lt;br /&gt;               through the streets.  People dressed in suits walk around&lt;br /&gt;               her.  It is currently sunny, with a few clouds in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie looks up at the sky and smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The clouds in the sky disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie walks through a crowd of suits.  The suits focus on&lt;br /&gt;               newspapers or other papers and ignore Carrie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie smiles from ear to ear and walks down the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. LEONARD'S APARTMENT - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard, now dressed business casual, checks the hangers that&lt;br /&gt;               hold Carrie's clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               There is the sound of Leonard's cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard looks at his phone.  It reads, you have one text&lt;br /&gt;               message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard pushes a button.  The cellphone reads, "Get here&lt;br /&gt;               quick, Barker."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard dashes out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. BARKER'S OFFICE - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard sits across the desk from Barker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BARKER&lt;br /&gt;                         What were you thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Nothing happened, sir.  She slept&lt;br /&gt;                         on the bed, I slept on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;                         It was completely innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BARKER&lt;br /&gt;                         Completely innocent?  Then how do&lt;br /&gt;                         you explain this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Barker throws a report at Leonard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard opens the report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard looks at Barker with a look of bewilderment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         But... but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. TAYLOR AND HUDSON - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie, dressed in Leonard's sweats, sits at her cubicle.&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie types on her keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The monitor shows, "I, Carrie Atherton, hereby submit my two&lt;br /&gt;               weeks notice for my resignation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The printer next to Carrie's computer starts printing a page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie pulls the paper out of the printer.  Carrie reads the&lt;br /&gt;               paper and smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie signs the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie, holding the paper, stands and exits her cubicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Taylor walks toward Carrie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Taylor gives Carrie a mocking stare and gesture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   TAYLOR&lt;br /&gt;                         Look at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie hands the paper to Taylor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Here.  I'm taking the day off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Taylor looks at the paper as Carrie walks away from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   TAYLOR&lt;br /&gt;                         Wait, hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie continues walking away from Taylor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Doug enters and gives Carrie an arrogant look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DOUG&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, Carrie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         No, I don't think we're talking&lt;br /&gt;                         anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie looks away from Doug and walks directly past him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The skies outside are bright and sunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. BARKER'S OFFICE - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Barker and Leonard as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BARKER&lt;br /&gt;                         That was pretty unexpected.  How&lt;br /&gt;                         sure are you that you had&lt;br /&gt;                         absolutely nothing to do with this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         I'll, uh, find her immediately and&lt;br /&gt;                         we'll figure this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard stands and runs out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Barker sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Barker lifts his phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   BARKER&lt;br /&gt;                         Get ready for a plan B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855546953125858739-4707087375629864718?l=typhoon5ht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/feeds/4707087375629864718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855546953125858739&amp;postID=4707087375629864718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/4707087375629864718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/4707087375629864718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/2007/04/weather-girl-pages-71-74.html' title='The Weather Girl - pages 71-74'/><author><name>typhoon5ht</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801110965010748163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855546953125858739.post-5388669372028601187</id><published>2007-04-27T01:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T01:43:46.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weather Girl - pages 66-71</title><content type='html'>Carrie stares at Doug and Trish kissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie turns and storms out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The skies outside begin to fill with clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ANNOUNCER (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                         This is unbelievable!  I've never&lt;br /&gt;                         seen anything like it before in all&lt;br /&gt;                         my years of broadcasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. ASHTON ARMS - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie runs out the door down the street.  There is the sound&lt;br /&gt;               of thunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               It begins to rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard runs out of the building and looks from side to side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         I don't see her.  Where'd she go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               There is the sound of static.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Bob?  I don't see her.  Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. ROOFTOP - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Agent Bob lies on the rooftop being soaked by the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (static filled)&lt;br /&gt;                         Bob...  wher...  fin..er...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   AGENT BOB&lt;br /&gt;                         Say again, Leonard.  I can't&lt;br /&gt;                         understand you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               He holds the radio in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The lights on the radio blink like a christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Agent Bob frowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. ASHTON ARMS - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard taps his ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Hello?  Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard removes his earpiece and looks from side to side as a&lt;br /&gt;               hard rain falls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               People cover their heads and run for cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard slumps his shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard runs off in the opposite direction that Carrie ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The rain continues to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. LEONARD'S APARTMENT - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard, dressed in sweats and with wet hair and a towel&lt;br /&gt;               around his shoulders, walks through his apartment with his&lt;br /&gt;               cellphone on his ear.  It is still pouring outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         So, nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   SARAH (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                         No, she hasn't called me, but I'll&lt;br /&gt;                         let you know if she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard hangs up his cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard plops in his couch and looks like he's thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               There is the sound of a cellphone ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard snatches his cellphone and answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   AGENT BOB (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled.)&lt;br /&gt;                         Hi, this is Bob.  I found our girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard jumps to his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Great!  Where is she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               There is the sound of a doorbell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   AGENT BOB (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                         There you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               There is the sound of a phone hanging up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard gives his phone a confused look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               There is the sound of a doorbell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard walks to the front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard opens the door, revealing Carrie, who is soaking wet&lt;br /&gt;               and looks miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard dashes to Carrie and takes the towel from around his&lt;br /&gt;               shoulders and puts it around Carrie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Carrie!  I've been trying to find&lt;br /&gt;                         you?  Come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard slowly ushers Carrie into his apartment.  Carrie&lt;br /&gt;               trudges along, her expression still miserable and eyes off in&lt;br /&gt;               the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Sit down.  We'll get you dried off&lt;br /&gt;                         a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie, expression unchanged, sits down on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard runs out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie, expression unchanged, slides down sideways and lays&lt;br /&gt;               on the couch on her side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard walks back into the room with a stack of towels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Ok, let's get you dried off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard sets down the towels and unfolds one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie lays motionless on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Uh, Carrie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Urrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard sits next to Carrie and lifts her back into a seated&lt;br /&gt;               position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Up, up, up.  Here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard puts a towel over Carrie's head.  Carrie sits&lt;br /&gt;               motionless with a towel over her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard bites his lip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Come on, you're not dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Yes, I am.  I'm dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         No, you're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard puts Carrie's arm over his shoulder and stands her&lt;br /&gt;               up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Stand up, time to get dry and warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard half-drags Carrie towards the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Urrrr... why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Because friends don't let friends&lt;br /&gt;                         get pneumonia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard half-drags Carrie into the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. LEONARD'S APARTMENT - BEDROOM - MINUTES LATER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard sits in front of his laptop at his desk.  The rain&lt;br /&gt;               outside seems to be lessened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The laptop screen shows a weather channel map.  The five day&lt;br /&gt;               forecast reads "less rain" for tomorrow and "clear" for the&lt;br /&gt;               rest of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie, dressed in a bathrobe and drying her hair with a&lt;br /&gt;               towel, exits the bathroom.  She still appears sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, how're you feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie forces a small smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         That's a start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie plops onto the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         I can't believe I'm like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Why?  You were dating and he&lt;br /&gt;                         cheated on you, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, no, I don't know.  We weren't&lt;br /&gt;                         even dating dating, and I was going&lt;br /&gt;                         to end it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         So, I guess this takes care of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, but I'm still mad at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie and Leonard make eye contact.  Leonard looks confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         I know, I'm lame, I have issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         You think you have issues.  At&lt;br /&gt;                         least you've never jumped off a&lt;br /&gt;                         fire escape into an alley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie seems confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         I'll... tell you sometime.  Long&lt;br /&gt;                         story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie lays back on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         I never thought I'd be like this,&lt;br /&gt;                         but then I turned 30.  And then, oh&lt;br /&gt;                         hell, 35.  Now look at me.  I'm&lt;br /&gt;                         old, no one wants me, and I'm&lt;br /&gt;                         crying over some idiot who just&lt;br /&gt;                         wants a piece of ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie curls into a ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard walks over and sits down next to Carrie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard gives Carrie a confused look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard takes a deep breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         You shouldn't say that.  You're a&lt;br /&gt;                         beautiful girl and a great person.&lt;br /&gt;                         Any guy would be lucky to have a&lt;br /&gt;                         girl anywhere as nice as you.  Doug&lt;br /&gt;                         doesn't deserve someone like you.&lt;br /&gt;                         He deserves exactly what he's&lt;br /&gt;                         getting, which will hopefully&lt;br /&gt;                         require a shot of penicillin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard gives Carrie an unsure smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie stays motionless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard's eyes dart from side to side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Uh, Carrie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               There is the sound of snoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard stands and chuckles to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard wraps the blankets around Carrie, tucking her in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard smiles at Carrie, who shifts a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard walks to the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard turns off the light.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855546953125858739-5388669372028601187?l=typhoon5ht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/feeds/5388669372028601187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855546953125858739&amp;postID=5388669372028601187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/5388669372028601187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/5388669372028601187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/2007/04/weather-girl-pages-66-71.html' title='The Weather Girl - pages 66-71'/><author><name>typhoon5ht</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801110965010748163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855546953125858739.post-2188914560132996816</id><published>2007-04-26T01:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T01:49:45.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weather Girl - pages 60-65</title><content type='html'>EXT. CITY STREETS - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Leonard and Carrie walk down the street past a news stand.  A&lt;br /&gt;              radio on the news stand plays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  RADIO ANNOUNCER (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                            (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                        And at halftime, the score is 21&lt;br /&gt;                        all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Leonard walk behind a bus stop bench.  Agent Bob sits on the&lt;br /&gt;              bench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Agent Bob flips an object over his shoulder and Leonard&lt;br /&gt;              catches it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Leonard looks at the object.  It is an earpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Leonard places the earpiece in his ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              INT. DOUG'S APARTMENT - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              People mill about around the television.  The TV shows one&lt;br /&gt;              team kicking off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  ANNOUNCER (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                            (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                        And there's the kickoff.  The&lt;br /&gt;                        second half has begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              The front door opens revealing Carrie and Leonard.  Carrie&lt;br /&gt;              seems uncomfortable.  Leonard looks around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Leonard taps Carrie's shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                        Hey, look who's here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Sarah, standing across the room, waves to Carrie.  Carrie&lt;br /&gt;              moves to Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                        Hey, you made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  SARAH&lt;br /&gt;                        Yeah, I figured sure, why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              EXT. ROOFTOP - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Agent Bob lays prone on the rooftop with binoculars and a&lt;br /&gt;              radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  AGENT BOB&lt;br /&gt;                        Good.  Keep her attention, Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;                        Doug's in the other room with the&lt;br /&gt;                        looker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              INT. DOUG'S APARTMENT - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Leonard nods his head.  People mill about as before.  Carrie&lt;br /&gt;              and Sarah talk in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Leonard walks into a study room filled with memorabilia and&lt;br /&gt;              fancy furniture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Doug and Trish stand near a window.  It is a beautiful, sunny&lt;br /&gt;              day outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  DOUG&lt;br /&gt;                        If you look out, you can see a&lt;br /&gt;                        great view of the bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  TRISH&lt;br /&gt;                        Wow, you're not kidding.  I bet a&lt;br /&gt;                        lot of girls think this is really&lt;br /&gt;                        romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Doug feigns surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  DOUG&lt;br /&gt;                        Really?  I wouldn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Doug and Trish laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Leonard walks up to Doug and Trish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                        Damn, Dougy, this place is sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  DOUG&lt;br /&gt;                        Uh yeah, Lenny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                        But, seriously, don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;                            (to Trish)&lt;br /&gt;                        Sorry, I didn't catch your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  TRISH&lt;br /&gt;                        Hi, I'm Trish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                        Hi, I'm Leonard.  Nice to meet you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Doug grits his teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  DOUG&lt;br /&gt;                        Look, Len, why don't you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Doug freezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Carrie, standing in the doorway, waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                        Hey, Doug, your new place is nice.&lt;br /&gt;                        How about a little tour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                            (to Carrie)&lt;br /&gt;                        Oh, you've never been here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                        Yeah, he just moved here a week&lt;br /&gt;                        ago, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Doug's eyes dart from side to side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  DOUG&lt;br /&gt;                        Yeah, yeah.  But, sure, I'll give&lt;br /&gt;                        you a tour.  I'll be back in a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  TRISH&lt;br /&gt;                        Oh, ok.  I'll enjoy the view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Doug walks to the doorway.  Trish looks out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Carrie exits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Right before Doug exits, he scowls at Leonard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              EXT. ROOFTOP - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Agent Bob looks through his binoculars as he lays on the&lt;br /&gt;              roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Agent Bob moves the binoculars and wipes sweat off his&lt;br /&gt;              forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              INT. DOUG'S APARTMENT - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              People mill around the television.  The Television shows the&lt;br /&gt;              superbowl with 3 minutes left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Leonard stands in the back of the room with Trish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  TRISH&lt;br /&gt;                        See, that's why I think the&lt;br /&gt;                        government should have the right to&lt;br /&gt;                        do things.  Because, we need them&lt;br /&gt;                        to protect us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                        Ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Leonard looks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Sarah talks to Carrie across the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  TRISH&lt;br /&gt;                        So, really, I don't want to know&lt;br /&gt;                        what's really going on, you know&lt;br /&gt;                        what I mean?  It just doesn't make&lt;br /&gt;                        sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              EXT. ROOFTOP - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Agent Bob on the roof with binoculars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  AGENT BOB&lt;br /&gt;                        Hey, Leonard, I think we're home&lt;br /&gt;                        free.  You can get out of there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              INT. DOUG'S APARTMENT - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Trish talks to Leonard as people mill about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                        Well, uh, you're definitely unique.&lt;br /&gt;                        Hey, it was nice meeting you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  TRISH&lt;br /&gt;                        Nice meeting you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Leonard turns away from Trish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Leonard exhales, puffing out his cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Leonard moves to Carrie and Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  SARAH&lt;br /&gt;                        Seems like you had a bit of&lt;br /&gt;                        conversation there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                        You ever talk to someone where you&lt;br /&gt;                        just couldn't find a way to leave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Sarah and Carrie laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                        And you find yourself in something&lt;br /&gt;                        and you're not sure why?  Yeah, I&lt;br /&gt;                        relate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              The television shows a minute left in the superbowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                        You know, I think I'm going to take&lt;br /&gt;                        off and beat the rush.  See you&lt;br /&gt;                        tomorrow, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                        Cool, see you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Carrie walks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Leonard exhales again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Carrie waves to Doug and exits out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                        Well, I guess we're done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  SARAH&lt;br /&gt;                        I hope someone's happy with their&lt;br /&gt;                        perfect football game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              The television shows a team lining up for a long field goal.&lt;br /&gt;              There are 10 seconds on the clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  ANNOUNCER (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                            (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                        This is it, one kick to decide the&lt;br /&gt;                        game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              All the people turn to the television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Leonard appears relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Suddenly, Carrie appears next to Leonard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                        Oh, hey, I think I left my sweater&lt;br /&gt;                        here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Leonard looks surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                        Whoa, you're back.  Uh, lemme see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Leonard looks around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                        Yeah, it's around here somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              The television shows a team kicking a field goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  ANNOUNCER (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                            (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                        The kick is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Suddenly Carrie freezes, focused on something across the&lt;br /&gt;              room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Across the room, Doug flirts with Trish and gives her a&lt;br /&gt;              playful kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              The television shows the football in the air.  Suddenly, a&lt;br /&gt;              gust of wind hits the football, pushing it to the side.  The&lt;br /&gt;              football hits the upright and bounces out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  ANNOUNCER (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                            (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                        No good!  No good!  I don't know&lt;br /&gt;                        what happened.  It looked like a&lt;br /&gt;                        gust of wind caught the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Carrie stares at Doug and Trish kissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Carrie turns and storms out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              The skies outside begin to fill with clouds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855546953125858739-2188914560132996816?l=typhoon5ht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/feeds/2188914560132996816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855546953125858739&amp;postID=2188914560132996816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/2188914560132996816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/2188914560132996816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/2007/04/weather-girl-pages-56-60.html' title='The Weather Girl - pages 60-65'/><author><name>typhoon5ht</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801110965010748163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855546953125858739.post-8678214824031470345</id><published>2007-04-25T01:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T01:14:49.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weather Girl - pages 55-59</title><content type='html'>INT. DOUG'S APARTMENT - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The television shows on team kicking off for the super bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ANNOUNCER (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                         And the game has begun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. ASHTON ARMS - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard runs down a hallway in an apartment building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard runs down a stairwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard holds his cellphone to his ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Where is she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   AGENT BOB (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                         She's almost in front of the&lt;br /&gt;                         building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard looks from side to side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard focused on a window.  A sign next to the window&lt;br /&gt;               reads, "Fire Escape."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. ASHTON ARMS - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie walks up to the building.  There is the sound of a&lt;br /&gt;               cell phone ringing.  Behind Carrie, on the side of the&lt;br /&gt;               building, Leonard climbs out a window onto a fire escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie digs in her purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard stumbles about on the fire escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie's eyes light up and she lifts her cell phone out of&lt;br /&gt;               her purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie talks into her cellphone, turned away from the&lt;br /&gt;               building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, Sarah, how are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard looks down at Carrie with a worried look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard climbs down the fire escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, I figured I'd go to Doug's&lt;br /&gt;                         thing.  Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard looks down from the bottom of the fire escape.  The&lt;br /&gt;               ground is still ten feet below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Why don't you come?  It might not&lt;br /&gt;                         be too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard climbs over the fire escape railing and hangs from&lt;br /&gt;               the bottom of the platform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, I know you don't really like&lt;br /&gt;                         Doug but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard closes his eyes and grits his teeth.  Leonard&lt;br /&gt;               releases his grip and crashes into the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         No, nothing like that.  I... we...&lt;br /&gt;                         Ok, to tell you the truth, I think&lt;br /&gt;                         I made a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard hops up and down holding his foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard bites down on his finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         I don't know, it was nice, and&lt;br /&gt;                         yeah, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard takes a few deep breaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard cleans himself off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Just a bad feeling, and well, it is&lt;br /&gt;                         Doug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard straightens his clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard walks towards Carrie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Anyway, you sure you don't want to&lt;br /&gt;                         come?  I'll be more fun for both of&lt;br /&gt;                         us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard walks up to Carrie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, Carrie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie turns to Leonard and smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Well, that's ok.  I'll talk to you&lt;br /&gt;                         later ok?  Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie hangs up her phone and puts it into her purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, you, come to watch the game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Eh, I guess so.  I didn't have&lt;br /&gt;                         anything better to do.  Didn't you&lt;br /&gt;                         have some junket to manage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               They pause a second and look about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         You know, it's a long game.  Want&lt;br /&gt;                         to grab some coffee first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Sure.  I'll take coffee over&lt;br /&gt;                         football anyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie and Leonard walk away from Ashton Arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         I'm more of a baseball girl,&lt;br /&gt;                         anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard limps a little as he walks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Did you hurt your foot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. COFFEEHOUSE - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard and Carrie sit at a table in a trendy coffeehouse.  A&lt;br /&gt;               television shows the Superbowl.  It is currently the second&lt;br /&gt;               quarter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard chuckles a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Oh, nothing.  Just that I'm not&lt;br /&gt;                         used to talking to you when I'm&lt;br /&gt;                         awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Oh, I thought you were going to say&lt;br /&gt;                         that you're not used to talking to&lt;br /&gt;                         me without your keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie and Leonard both laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie looks up at the television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Oh, it's almost halftime.  We'd&lt;br /&gt;                         better get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Agent Bob, sitting at a table across the room, looks up at&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard and Carrie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Uh, ok.  Let me just finish my&lt;br /&gt;                         coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Oh, ok.  No rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard takes a slow sip of his coffee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855546953125858739-8678214824031470345?l=typhoon5ht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/feeds/8678214824031470345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=855546953125858739&amp;postID=8678214824031470345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/8678214824031470345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855546953125858739/posts/default/8678214824031470345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/2007/04/weather-girl-pages-55-59.html' title='The Weather Girl - pages 55-59'/><author><name>typhoon5ht</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801110965010748163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855546953125858739.post-5950687712971702720</id><published>2007-04-23T00:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T00:19:45.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weather Girl - pages 51-55</title><content type='html'>EXT. CITY STREETS - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Doug walks to a coffee stand, with a barista working behind&lt;br /&gt;               the counter.  TRISH (22), a sexy girl, stands next to the&lt;br /&gt;               coffee stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The barista hands Doug a cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Doug takes a step away from the stand, but notices Trish&lt;br /&gt;               standing nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Doug steps back towards Trish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DOUG&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, what do you think of the&lt;br /&gt;                         coffee here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Trish looks from side to side.  Then Trish smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   TRISH&lt;br /&gt;                         Oh, I don't know.  Ok, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DOUG&lt;br /&gt;                         I know a place with coffee to die&lt;br /&gt;                         for.  Maybe I could take you there&lt;br /&gt;                         sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Trish giggles and covers her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Across the street, Agent Bob watches Doug and Trish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. TAYLOR AND HUDSON - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard exits onto the street.  As he walks, Agent Bob comes&lt;br /&gt;               up beside him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   AGENT BOB&lt;br /&gt;                         Ok, I've got some good news and&lt;br /&gt;                         some bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Ok, give me the bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   AGENT BOB&lt;br /&gt;                         Doug's cheating on Carrie.  The&lt;br /&gt;                         sooner their thing ends, the less&lt;br /&gt;                         of a mess we'll have to clean up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         There's nothing we can do to stop&lt;br /&gt;                         this, is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   AGENT BOB&lt;br /&gt;                         Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Damn.  Ok, what's the good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   AGENT BOB&lt;br /&gt;                         Barker says we can't do it this&lt;br /&gt;                         weekend.  The President ordered him&lt;br /&gt;                         to make sure it's sunny for the&lt;br /&gt;                         super bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         We have to wait?  This is only&lt;br /&gt;                         going to get worse!  How is that&lt;br /&gt;                         good news?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   AGENT BOB&lt;br /&gt;                         It's not.  I lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Agent Bob walks away from Leonard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard stands agape as Agent Bob disappears into a crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. TAYLOR AND HUDSON - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Taylor and Doug stand around the cubicles.  Leonard walks&lt;br /&gt;               towards them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DOUG&lt;br /&gt;                         So, yeah, come over and check out&lt;br /&gt;                         my sweet new TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard walks near Doug, who turns to Leonard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DOUG (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, Lenny, come over and check out&lt;br /&gt;                         the game Sunday on 72 inches of&lt;br /&gt;                         love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, that sounds good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   TAYLOR&lt;br /&gt;                         I'm just about our ad campaign.&lt;br /&gt;                         There's a lot of bread hanging on&lt;br /&gt;                         this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie walks nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   TAYLOR (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;                         Carrie, is the meeting set for&lt;br /&gt;                         Sunday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         Yes, sir.  Me and Sarah have&lt;br /&gt;                         everything prepared for our&lt;br /&gt;                         clients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   TAYLOR&lt;br /&gt;                         Cool!  Let me know if you need more&lt;br /&gt;                         hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Taylor exits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DOUG&lt;br /&gt;                         Aww, you're going to miss my party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   CARRIE&lt;br /&gt;                         It's alright.  It's just a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Carrie turns and walks away.  The skies outside are sunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. STADIUM - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               It's a sunny day, and the stadium is packed for the&lt;br /&gt;               superbowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. CITY STREETS - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard walks down the street.  Superbowl advertisements fill&lt;br /&gt;               the windows lining the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               There is the sound of a cell phone.  Leonard answers his&lt;br /&gt;               phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   AGENT BOB&lt;br /&gt;                         This is Bob.  Just thought you&lt;br /&gt;                         might like to that Doug's little&lt;br /&gt;                         chicky just showed up at his&lt;br /&gt;                         apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         What are you, stalking him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. ROOFTOP - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Agent Bob lies prone on a building rooftop with a pair of&lt;br /&gt;               binoculars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   AGENT BOB&lt;br /&gt;                         That's my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Through the binoculars, Doug and Trish talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. CITY STREETS - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard walks down the street holding his cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Well, should be ok.  With Carrie&lt;br /&gt;                         and Sarah are tied up at the&lt;br /&gt;                         junket, the storm won't hit till&lt;br /&gt;                         later and Barker will get his sunny&lt;br /&gt;                         super bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard turns into a fancy apartment building with the&lt;br /&gt;               banner, "Ashton Arms."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. DOUG'S APARTMENT - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Doug stands in front of a giant television in a small&lt;br /&gt;               apartment.  All the furniture is black leather and very&lt;br /&gt;               slick.  The television shows the superbowl pregame.  Trish&lt;br /&gt;               and others are gathered nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DOUG&lt;br /&gt;                         With this thing, you can see the&lt;br /&gt;                         sweat dripping off the right&lt;br /&gt;                         tackle's gut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The people rolls their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard enters and walks to Doug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Nice place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DOUG&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, you know what a place like&lt;br /&gt;                         this can do, if you know what I&lt;br /&gt;                         mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard smiles half-heartedly.  Trish shoots Doug a glance&lt;br /&gt;               from across the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DOUG (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;                         Speaking of which.  I will talk to&lt;br /&gt;                         you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Doug walks to Trish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   DOUG (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;                         Well, hello there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard watches Doug flirt with Trish.  There is the sound of&lt;br /&gt;               a cell phone.  Leonard answers his phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;                             (muffled)&lt;br /&gt;                         Hey, where are you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Watching the game at Doug's.  Where&lt;br /&gt;                         are you?  Shouldn't you be at that&lt;br /&gt;                         junket?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. TAYLOR AND HUDSON - CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Sarah sits in the conference room.  Various ad posters and&lt;br /&gt;               such are mounted everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   SARAH&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, I'm here right now, but the&lt;br /&gt;                         clients aren't.  Their plane broke&lt;br /&gt;                         or something, so they're stuck in&lt;br /&gt;                         Vegas.  Lucky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               INT. DOUG'S APARTMENT - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard on his cellphone as before.  A look of fear crosses&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD&lt;br /&gt;                         Wait, where's Carrie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               There is the sound of a cell phone call waiting.  Leonard&lt;br /&gt;               looks at his cellphone.  The cellphone screen reads Bob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;                         Hang on, it's Bob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Leonard gnashes his teeth and pushes a button on his phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   LEONARD (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;                         Yeah, Bob?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               EXT. ROOFTOP - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Agent Bob lays on the rooftop with binoculars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   AGENT BOB&lt;br /&gt;                         Bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Through the binoculars, Carrie walks down the street towards&lt;br /&gt;               the fancy apartment with the banner, "Ashton Arms."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855546953125858739-5950687712971702720?l=typhoon5ht.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typhoon5ht.blogspot.com/feeds/5950687712971702720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' h
