deep blue sky. The road is red.
Purple mountains surround Mike on all sides far in the distance,
ten miles away. Mike looks in front of him at a long stretch of
road that disappears into the horizon.
Mike looks at his wristwatch on his arm. He times how long it
takes to walk ten steps down the road.
Ten seconds. He glances back at a duffel bag. The duffel bag
falls over.
Mike looks at the pi
deep.
Share it with me.
Welcome to my house, Montrose.
Whats up?
You cant look at me?
When I come to your place,
will you introduce me to your girl?
Fight them Tigers, tried to dis
We all know your team aint sh...
Our team is better
than your team
Our team is better
than your team
Our team is better
cause we sing together
Our team is better than
Our team is better
than your team
Lets make it happ
deep in the pocket.
Outside! Outside!
Now slings it out wide to Moore.
Balls a little high.
Tyler hit Moore on the dead run,
and right down!
This could be it for the Hornets, folks.
You know, its too bad about your old man.
The sauce. That shit will kill you.
Whatd you say? Whatd you say?
Tyler and Moore are going at it.
Hey, dont sweat it, Jake.
Good luck down there.
- Later, man.
- Dude.
Way to
12 and holding
by
Anthony S. Cipriano
FADE IN:
EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD STREET - MORNING
TWIN BOYS, RUDY AND JACOB CARGES (12), ride their bikes
through a suburban neighborhood.
Rudy, the more athletic of the two, rides at a breakneck
pace. Jacob rides slowly due to a HOCKEY MASK that he wears
over his face. It??s making it difficult for him to see. The
boys turn down a DIRT PATH and ride deep into some
The very loud sound of people having sex. The sounds of deep moaning and sexual huffs and puffs. After a few seconds the sound grows even louder. It should sound as if the two people are fucking into a microphone. The sounds should be painful and raw.
GIRL (O.S.)
Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes.
INT. BEDROOM - DAY
The face of a very pretty young girl with long blond hair. Her face is inches from t
act quickly.
I dont want a kid.
Lenny, you know how hard it is.
The babys one day old, totally healthy.
Unwed mother, no diseases.
And its a boy! You wanted a boy.
I cant get into this with you now.
This is not the place to have this discussion.
I told Carolyn to be on the lookout.
Shes experienced with adoption.
Its a boy. Healthy. Born this morning. No strings.
If we act quickly.
Look, look...
DEEP EXHALE as we step outside into a flood of light. In answer, the LOW PUFF of a SILENCER.
Only the plaza pigeons notice. As they take flight...
A man lies dead on the cobblestones. And as we look UP TOWARD the window, theres nothing there. The pigeons wheel above the plaza. We FOLLOW, finally losing them to the sky. SLOWLY that sky BLEEDS from gray to blue.
And as we PAN BACK DOWN...
DISSOLVE
deep furrows in the back of his neck...
... and his hands had the deep, creased scars
from handling heavy fish on the cords.
But none of these scars were fresh.
They were as old as erosions
in a fishless desert.
Everything about him was old,
except his eyes.
And they were the same color as the sea,
were cheerful and undefeated.
It made the boy sad to see the old man
come in each day with his skif
deep respect, I scoop em
and haul em in, one by one...
Sometimes Ill look into fish eyes
and Ill see my whole life.
Its something only fish can show us,
and I love em for it.
I tag the fish, measure em and weigh
em, make sure theyre doing okay.
If they want to talk, I always listen.
Thats the job of a Fish God.
Ive never caught a fish in a lie,
and Ive never seen a fish
swim in the shit that huma
DEEP IN THE FOREST, we glimpse the source of the HOOFBEATS: a
HUGE FORM on a HUGE BLACK HORSE, already gone.
The ugly man pushes through thorny bushes. Jagged branches
slit his hands and cheeks.
He bursts from the briar patch and tumbles to a trail. He
lifts his bloodied face. He runs.
IN THE FOREST BEHIND: the hooves of the black horse rip
underbrush. HOOFBEATS DEAFENING. A spur digs into the
sn