Thursday, August 25, 2011

"SNAKELAND MUST BE DESTROYED!": SCENE NINE

* This is a fictionalized account of some shit that actually happened. All the names, locations, etc. have been changed to protect the innocent as well as the guilty. – JG *


HOOVER (Voice Over)

It was about two weeks later when Jeremy

Janks, a Senior at Fallsville North, killed

his entire family.

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INTERIOR – JANKS’ HOME – DAY

TRACKING SHOT begins in Mark Janks’ bedroom where he lies dead and bloody on the floor. SHOT CONTINUES as we track out of Mark Janks’ bedroom into the hallway towards the back door where John Janks, Jeremy and Mark’s father, lies, also dead from stabbing. SHOT CONTINUES as we go downstairs to find Marge Janks, Jeremy and Mark’s mother, at the bottom of the stairs, literally covered in blood and lifeless. The CAMERA TRACKS back up the stairs and out towards the garage, where a 1980 Chevrolet roars out and down the driveway. The car speeds off as it hits the street.

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INTERIOR – 1980 CHEVROLET – DAY

JEREMY JANKS, a teenage boy of about 17, is driving very fast down the street. He is crying, and he wipes his eyes with a bloody sleeve which ends up obscuring his vision even more. He tries frantically to clear his vision.

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EXTERIOR – FALLSVILLE STREETS – DAY

A beautifully restored 1968 Ford Mustang is idling at a light. The 1980 Chevrolet comes roaring down the street towards it.

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INTERIOR – FORD MUSTANG – DAY

WILL HAYNES, a 24-year old man in jeans and a t-shirt, looks up into his rear view mirror and sees Jeremy Janks bearing down on him in the Chevrolet.

WILL HAYNES

Whoa!

Will Haynes dives out the driver’s side door.

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EXTERIOR – FALLSVILLE STREETS – DAY

Will Haynes dives out of the Mustang and scrambles for the sidewalk. The 1980 Chevrolet smashes into the back of the stationary Mustang and they both immediately burst into flames. A number of people run up, several of them helping Will Haynes. A woman begins to scream. The police arrive. Jeremy Janks does not leave the burning car; he does not survive.

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Thursday, August 18, 2011

"SNAKELAND MUST BE DESTROYED!": SCENE EIGHT

* This is a fictionalized account of some shit that actually happened. All the names, locations, etc. have been changed to protect the innocent as well as the guilty. – JG *


INTERIOR – STUDY HALL – DAY

Hoover sits at a desk in the study hall, slumped over, headphones on. He is listening to the same song from the end of Scene Seven, “I Will Dare” by the Replacements. Suddenly, Caitlin Toole is in his line of vision. She mouths the words, “I love you”. Hoover sits up, frantically scrambles to pull off his headphones.

HOOVER

Um, uh, what?!

CAITLIN

I said, I love that song! Where did you find it?

HOOVER

Oh, um, I just picked it up at Needle Trax yesterday.

The whole album’s pretty great actually.

CAITLIN

That’s cool. I heard it on QCC the other day

but the signal faded before I could find out who

did it or what it was called.

HOOVER

(trying desperately to stay calm) You listen to WQCC?

That’s cool. The band’s called the Replacements, they’re

from Minneapolis, same as Husker Du.

CAITLIN

(laughs) Husker who?

HOOVER

(laughs) Husker Du, they’re really good,

just as noisy but in a different way. (pauses)

I could make you a mixtape? You know, if you

wanted me to.

On “wanted”, a paper ball hits Hoover in the head. He closes his eyes, purses his lips, and turns to where the paper ball came from. A couple of RANDOM HEADS are pointing and laughing. They both do the thing where they cough and say “faggot” at the same time. Hoover turns back to Caitlin.

CAITLIN

Those guys are, like, total assholes.

HOOVER

Yep. Pretty much.

CAITLIN

So, I’ll see you later, okay?

HOOVER

Yeah, totally.

Caitlin walks away. Hoover exhales once, then scrambles for the paper ball and whips it angrily back at the Random Heads, who laugh.

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Monday, August 15, 2011

ANOTHER COLLABRO WITH RHODA PENMARQ!

Hey Folks!

Ms. Rhoda Penmarq has once again applied her fantastic visuals to some of my words, this time it is the "movie version" of my Snakeland piece, "Snakeland Must Be Destroyed!" You can check it out here!

Thursday, August 11, 2011

"SNAKELAND MUST BE DESTROYED!": SCENE SEVEN

* This is a fictionalized account of some shit that actually happened. All the names, locations, etc. have been changed to protect the innocent as well as the guilty. – JG *


INTERIOR – HOOVER’S BEDROOM – DAY

ANGLE ON the door to Hoover’s room as it opens from outside. D-Man walks in, not really paying attention.

D-MAN

So your mom told me to just come on

back, I hope it’s alright...

D-Man looks up.

D-MAN

Oh, shit!

ANGLE ON Hoover, who is contorting his body into a pretzel-like shape. He is holding an antenna in his left hand, has a weird tinfoil sculpture in his right hand, and he has his foot placed squarely on a boom box in the middle of the floor. From the boom box comes a very faint radio signal.

HOOVER

Trying to tune in WQCC.

D-Man closes the door behind him, shakes his head.

D-MAN

Fucking college radio. They should issue an instruction

book – “On sunny days, face east and wave your hands

in a circular motion. On rainy days, face west and move

your hands counter-clockwise”. Ridiculous.

D-Man walks over and takes the tinfoil mass from Hoover’s right hand and walks over to another part of the room. The radio signal gets marginally stronger.

HOOVER

I know it’s ridiculous, but it’s the only way to

ever find new bands, you know?

D-MAN

(Sadly) I know, man, I know.

They stand silently for a moment, turning this way and that. The radio signal does not change in volume or clarity.

HOOVER

So I’ve been having really weird dreams lately.

D-MAN

(smiles) Caitlin Toole?

HOOVER

(sighs) No, that’s not weird, that’s pretty much every

night now. I mean like really weird.

D-MAN

(suspicious) Well, how weird are we talking, man?

I mean, I don’t want to hear anything gross,

you know? Save that stuff for Griffin.

HOOVER

(exasperated) It’s not gross, it’s just like...I

dreamed that Hannah Graeber came

back to life.

D-Man goes rigid.

HOOVER

And she was in Snakeland, and she

told me this poem about cats, and rats

and snakes.

D-MAN

Hoover, I had the exact same dream.

Hoover drops his arm and the antenna falls to the floor.

HOOVER

No way!

Immediately, the radio comes roaring in, crystal clear, with “I Will Dare” by the Replacements. Hoover laughs.

HOOVER

Don’t move, don’t move!

They stand still and listen to the song.

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