PAGE ONE.
1.1: We’re going to open on a crowded sidewalk in a city that doesn’t really
matter, but it’s surrounded with various sorts of people of all sorts of race,
dress, etc. This city’s sidewalk could be in Saratoga Springs or Los Angeles—it
doesn’t matter. But in this case I’d like to highlight a few people: there is a
CLUTZ, a punk rockfish BOYFRIEND AND GIRLFRIEND, two FRAT BOYS, and a LAWYER—in
a suit, talking on his phone.
NO DIALOGUE.
1.2: THE BOYFRIEND & GIRLFRIEND walk arm in arm. TWO FRAT BOYS pass them
going in the other direction. The shot should be wide enough that we can see
the FRAT BOY closest to the GIRLFRIEND, passes something into her purse.
1. BOYFRIEND: That
fucking jerk.
2. GIRLFRIEND: Let
it go honey.
1.3: They see THE CLUTZ dancing in the street, waving his iPod around. He’s
on the street side of the sidewalk. In front of them, about to walk into the
Clutz is THE LAWYER—on his phone.
3. CLUTZ [singing]: Midnight
in the ciiiitttty!
3B.CLUTZ: Keep
calm, Stanley. She’s just a work colleague.
4. BOYFRIEND: HA!
Look at this dude.
1.4: THE LAWYER, on his cell-phone, collides with the CLUTZ.
5. LAWYER: Watch
it, jackass!
1.5: THE CLUTZ’s IPOD flies into the air.
NO DIALOGUE.
1.6: The iPOD smashes against the wall next to the BOYFRIEND.
NO DIALOGUE.
1.7: He picks it
up and shows the dashed pieces to his girlfriend.
6. GIRL: Who’d’ve
thought that there were so many pieces?
1.8: It electrocutes them. Their faces light up with blue electricity
pulsing through their veins.
7. GIRLFRIEND: AHHHHH!
1.9: The boyfriend and girlfriend explode in a giant orb of blue light,
taking the LAWYER, the CLUTZ, and the FRAT BOYS with them.
SFX: FRACK!
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