Film Script - Part.

Series: Naked, Part 1

 

Rainman

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The story is set in the 1960s when racial tensions were high in the U.S. The language the characters use may not be very pleasant to many but let's face it guys, this language was in use then so there'll be no point in getting pissed off about it.

The story is about a white supremacist who must work with a black civil rights activist to find his son who has been kidnaped.

While the title might appear out of place, it's a metaphoric reference to what happens when the protagonist(s) lay aside their skin/race issues and work together. It's not the best title for the piece but please note, it's a work in progress.

                                      Naked


         
 NAKED

          FADE IN:

          MONTAGE - NEWSPAPER HEADLINES FROM AROUND THE WORLD

          An office with a view. Through the window the Statue of
          Liberty is visible behind the man who stands by a huge desk.
          He looks at one of the newspapers on the desk. The headline
          reads: "KKK Mob Violently Breaks Up Civil Rights Rally in
          Birmingham." Beneath the headline is the photo of a man,
          ROLAND HARD, 30s, pummeling a bloody black man who's on the
          ground.

          Jackson - A SUPERMARKET. The sign above it's door says "Keep
          Mississippi White." A lady picks up a newspaper from a
          newspaper stand, glances at the headline which reads: "Lone
          Freedom Rider Sentenced to Two years in Prison For Breaching
          The Peace."

          Big Ben looms in the background. A man boards a bus, finds a
          seat then unfolds the newspaper he clutches. The headline
          SHOUTS: "OUTRAGE AS ANOTHER CHILD IS KIDNAPPED IN HULL."

          INT. APARTMENT - NIGHT

          A small moderately furnished living room. It's partly
          illuminated by the flickering light of a small TV.

          Three PEOPLE: two burly MEN and a gorgeous woman, Helen
          (30s), follow a news story on the TV.

                              FEMALE NEWS ANCHOR
                    Police are circulating the picture
                    of the woman alleged to have been
                    behind the spate of kidnapings in
                    Hull city. . .

          An artist's rendition, a composite of an Asian-looking lady
          in her 50s, flashes on the TV.

          Helen glances glances at two men.

                              HELEN
                    That make-up job worked. Spike
                    you're a genius.

          The bulkier of the two MEN, SPIKE (30s), shrugs.

          FEMALE NEWS ANCHOR (O.S.) She is believed to be an associate
          of Caius Severino

          The three trade glances.

                              FEMALE NEWS ANCHOR (O.S.) (CONT'D)
                    Whom Interpol believes-

          Helen curses, flicks the TV off.

                              HELEN
                    Spike, get me a drink.

          Spike plods off. The other man, Bob (40s), moves closer to
          Helen, wraps an arm around her shoulder.

                              BOB
                    Life can be a bitch.

          Spike joins them, hands a snifter to Helen and another to
          Bob.

                              HELEN
                    Not for you. Interpol doesn't know
                    about you. We'll keep it that way.

                              BOB
                    Honey-

          Helen lights a cigar. Smokes in silence for a while.

                              HELEN
                    I'll need to leave with the kid
                    before they start searching. You
                    two wait for Severino and tell him
                    how to find me.

                              BOB
                    Helen we could just dump the kid
                    and leave. We have enough money.

                              HELEN
                    Not enough to get us all the
                    luxuries we need. The money we'll
                    get off the kid will buy us a new
                    lifestyle, the sort we had before
                    the war. We can't be always
                    struggling, can we? We didn't
                    survive the Nazi camps for nothing.

          The two men nod.

                              HELEN (CONT'D)
                    And this child, what he'll suffer
                    in Severino's hands will give me no
                    little pleasure.

          A sharp high-pitched scream cuts through the room.

          Spike produces a thin leather cord from one of his coat
          pockets.

                              SPIKE
                    I'll do him.

          Helen holds up one hand.

                              HELEN
                    Leave him to me.

          INT. DETENTION ROOM - MOMENTS LATER

          The room is totally dark.

          Above the sounds of a recording of horrific screaming, the
          plaintive but low-tone wailing of a child is perceptible.

          The detention room's door creaks open then a light snaps on
          illuminating a boy, ALEX (6), who's tied to a chair in the
          middle of the room.

          The boy babbles, delirious.

                              ALEX
                    I won't do it again. I swear. I
                    won't. I won't Miss, I-I promise.

          Helen walks over.

                              HELEN
                    We'll make a deal kid. Each time
                    you break my rules I leave you in
                    the dark and let out the man in the
                    closet.

          The boy breaks down again.

                              ALEX
                    Please Miss-

                              HELEN
                    One more thing sweetheart, make a
                    row like that again and I won't
                    even let you go.

                              ALEX
                    G-Go?

                              HELEN
                    Yeah. Like, go the toilet? You'll
                    have to do it right where you are.
                    Understand me?

          Alex nods.

                              HELEN (CONT'D)
                    Now who's going to be a good boy
                    and do everything momma says?

                              ALEX
                    I'll be good.

          Helen fixes a fierce glare on Alex for moment. She rises
          abruptly, heads to the door and flicks the light off. As
          though on cue, the horrific screams commence again.

                              SUPERIMPOSE: TWO YEARS LATER.

          INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT

          Partial darkness.

          A sliver of moon is visible through the gossamer curtains
          that cover the bedroom's window. On the bed, curled in fetal
          position, Alex, sleeps. He snores softly.

          Helen and Hard stand beside the bed, gazing down at the
          sleeping child.

                              HARD
                    He's looks even more beautiful when
                    he sleeps. Like an angel.

                              HELEN
                    Yeah, like something that belongs
                    in heaven.

                              HARD
                    You mean comes from heaven surely!

                              HELEN
                    Hey . . . why don't you take me
                    there?

          Hard kisses Helen's cheek. She grasps his arm, steers him
          towards the door.

          INT. HARD'S LIVING ROOM - DAY

          Hard, in a natty suit, briefcase in hand walks in. In his
          other hand he clutches a gift wrapped in shiny paper. He
          approaches Helen who lounges on a couch, watching TV.

                              HARD
                    Where's Alex?

                              HELEN
                    It's always Alex, Alex, Alex.

          She snorts, turns back to the news.

          Hard sighs.

                              HARD
                    I'm sorry then. I should have said-

          Helen shushes him up, nods at the TV.

                              HELEN
                    I'm trying to concentrate here.

          Hard curses, shoves off.

                              NEWSCASTER (O.S.)
                    In a landmark ruling today, the
                    Supreme Court-

          Hard pivots around, looks at the TV.

          NEWSCASTER Officially recognized the Black Brotherhood as a
          legal political

          party. Mobs took to the streets in Jackson to protest.

          Footage of a riot in progress is shown on the TV.

          INT. PORCH - LATER

          A rap sounds on the door.

          Hard who is on his way out, jerks the door open.

                              MAN (O.S.)
                    You heard the news sir?

                              HARD
                    Very disturbing.

                              MAN (O.S.)
                    Things are getting out of hand, you
                    agree?

                              HARD
                    Our people betrayed us.

                              MAN (O.S.)
                    The Grand Dragon's thoughts
                    exactly. But he wants us to lie
                    low.

                              HARD
                    Doggone him! Lie low and let jigs
                    walk all over us? I, most certainly
                    will not lie low!

                              HARD (CONT'D)
                    I'm going South to join the
                    protesters and do what has to be
                    done to safe-guard the future of
                    our children.

                              MAN
                    The Grand Dragon-

                              HARD
                    We'll convene tonight in my office
                    to draw a battle plan.

                              MAN (O.S.)
                    We need to obey the-

          Hard slams the door.

          INT. HOTEL RECEPTION - DAY

          Customers mill about: Some checking in, others checking out.
          They're all over the place. A tall, powerfully built man,
          JEFF POWERS (60s), KANSAS' KKK Grand Dragon, watches the
          action from a vantage position at the hotel's entrance.

          A short man in a white suit, PHIL, joins him.

                              PHIL
                    Tourist season. You make good cash.

                              POWERS
                    You spoke to Hard?

                              PHIL
                    Yes. He wants our Den to meet
                    tonight. You were right sir, Hard
                    is not going to obey your orders.

                              POWERS
                    Did you explain the facts? That
                    President Johnson is a Southerner
                    and that he's my cousin? That it's
                    our duty not to embarrass him?

                              PHIL
                    Hard's the K's golden boy. He feels
                    he can do anything.

          Powers moves away abruptly, SHOUTS at a bellboy arguing with
          a fat lady.

                              POWERS
                    The customer is always right! Do as
                    she says immediately.

          The bellboy nods, carries all the lady's bags and stumbles
          after the lady.

          Powers returns to Phil's side.

                              POWERS (CONT'D)
                    Golden boy or not if he disobeys
                    the edicts of his superiors, he
                    leaves me no option but to deal
                    with him as an enemy. Like a
                    nigger.

                              PHIL
                    Do we send a wrecking crew to
                    remind him how to behave? Show him
                    orders have to be followed. . .

                              POWERS
                    No, there's better ways to make a
                    branch bend. Through him I'll show
                    every young K member never to
                    question my authority. By the time
                    I've finished with him, he'll know
                    why a hog squeals.

                              PHIL
                    How will you do it without a
                    wrecking crew?

                              POWERS
                    You'll be my one man wrecking
                    squad. Once you destroy Hard my
                    way, you'll replace him as the
                    Grand Giant here in Wichita. Do we
                    have a deal?

                              PHIL
                    It's fab!

          Powers glances at his watch.

                              POWERS
                    We don't want you to be late Phil,
                    you have a meeting to attend. And
                    from now on walk around with a gun.
                    When you get a chance strike once,
                    strike sure.

          Phil nods.

          INT. HARD'S OFFICE - LATER

          A large office that doubles as a conference room. Hard
          ushers in arriving GUESTS.

          Phil arrives last.

                              PHIL
                    Sorry I'm late. I went to see
                    Powers. He's not happy.

          A lady with a tray full of drinks, passes round, hands a
          glass to each of the MEN.

                              HARD
                    Well neither am I.

          Hard takes his place at the head table. He clears his throat
          and all conversations cease instantly.

                              HARD (CONT'D)
                    Gentlemen, we meet at a bleak
                    period in our nations history. You
                    saw the government we voted in
                    betray us. As if that's not enough
                    our own people ask us to live and
                    let live! To be equal with
                    coloreds!

          The MEN shout. A confused babble of dissent.

                              PHIL
                    White Power! White-

          Hard glances at Phil. He murmurs an apology, averts his
          eyes.

                              HARD
                    We can't betray the dreams of our
                    fathers. Can't let coloreds and
                    other savages take over our country
                    to enjoy the milk and honey our
                    ancestors fought for! Bled for! Got
                    scalped for! Can we kill our nation
                    by our inaction?

                              MEN/PHIL
                    No!

                              HARD
                    Then gentlemen the only way we can
                    save this situation is by taking
                    preemptive action. The Black
                    Brotherhood must be broken.
                    Destroyed! To get it done, we have
                    to go South.

          Hard looks around at the MEN.

                              HARD (CONT'D)
                    Who goes with me?

                              MEN/PHIL
                    Me!

          Hard holds up his glass for a toast.

                              HARD
                    To a more glorious America!

          Glasses clink.

          INT. BAR - NIGHT

          Booze flows freely. On an improvised stage by the counter a
          stoned performer barely able to stay on his feet, attempts
          to sing.

          Drunk REVELERS all of whom wield miniature flags labeled
          "BLACK BROTHERHOOD" applaud the performers efforts.

          A retinue of tough-looking blacks escort two men, ABDULLA
          AHMED (40s) a rotund, whiskered black man and a good-looking
          mulatto, AARON WHITTAKER (30s), the leaders of The Black
          Brotherhood, to the stage.

          One of the toughs shoves the stoned performer off the stage
          then helps Abdulla up. The tough holds up a hand. Everyone
          falls silent.

                              ABDULLA
                    My people, our victory today is
                    only the beginning of bigger things
                    to come -- equality and equal
                    opportunities!

          The REVELERS applaud.

          Abdulla and Whittaker trade a furtive glance.

          Whittaker nods.

                              ABDULLA (CONT'D)
                    The battle has only just began. Be
                    sure that the whiteys will fight
                    back so they can still use and
                    abuse us. But we shall fight back
                    harder, both openly in courts and
                    secretly on the streets at night!

          Thunderous applause.

                              ABDULLA (CONT'D)
                    I thank you all for your support
                    and in future when we need it,
                    shall we count on you?

          The REVELERS shout their assent.

          Abdulla descends from the stage.

          Whittaker takes his hand, leads him to a table at one corner
          of the bar.

                              WHITTAKER
                    You're sure we didn't waste money
                    to feed the riff-raff?

                              ABDULLA
                    Patience. By the time we are done,
                    we'll have milked them dry.

                              WHITTAKER
                    And then to Jamaica. . .

                              ABDULLA
                    Canada maybe. A safe place we can
                    get married.

                              WHITTAKER
                    What if the Klan doesn't play it's
                    part?

                              ABDULLA
                    They can't resist it. If they
                    don't, we'll force their hand.

          At the bar's entrance, several BLACKS manhandle a white
          reporter. They smash his camera.

                              ABDULLA (CONT'D)
                    Something like that.

          Abdulla rises.

                              ABDULLA (CONT'D)
                    We can't talk here, we don't know
                    who our enemies are. Come on, let's
                    hit the street.

          They head for the door.

          EXT. STREET - NIGHT

          A main street in Wichita.

          Hard hurries down the street. Enters a gun shop. A car
          tailing him, stops.

          Phil hops out. He grabs a camera from the dashboard, waves
          the driver off then darts into the nearest phone booth. He
          inserts coins into the slot, dials a number.

          He waits a moment, then speaks.

                              PHIL
                    He's going South tonight. What do
                    we do?

                              POWERS (O.S.)
                    Follow him South. Get me his liver.

         
           

 

mjhunter23

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I wouldn't worry too much about the language because like you said "this language was in use then". Also if you look at films like Django Unchained the language in that is worse than what you have here so I think your fine on that front.

Wow that opening was dark (literally). I did like it though very engaging but I'm guessing you know that because you wrote it!

 

writeaway07

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I myself am an aspiring screenwriter. I know as a writer when writing a dramatic script it needs to be believable. It's easy to say people just have to deal with it, but from a black point of view watching movies dealing with racism is maddening and draining. They're just flat out hard to watch! However if the message is positive and shows that we are all people, which we are then go for it.

 



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