Monday, 17 January 2011

Realse Date - Script





Realse Date
SCRIPT

INT. JAYDES ROOM. NIGHT

JAYDE is looking at the bag of money having flashbacks of the previous year.

EXT. JAYDES FLASHBACK. NIGHT

JAYDE and THOMAS are running with police sirens in following them.

THOMAS
Take the money and run!

JAYDE
What about you?

INT. JAYDE ROOM. NIGHT

The flashback ends and JAYDE picks up the bag of money.

JAYDE
I got to go pick up THOMAS

GRACE
Not again, don’t go into that cycle

JAYDE
I owe him, if it wasn’t for him, I’d be locked up and you and me wouldn’t be together

JAYDE walks out the door with a cutaway to THOMAS walking out of the prison gates.

THOMAS
Yo Bruv

JAYDE
Yo

THOMAS
How’s mum coping? She didn’t sound too good on the phone

JAYDE
Mum just wants you to wake up and realize that life isn’t all about guns and money

THOMAS
Yeah yeah I hear that, you got the money for me?

JAYDE drops the bag of money on the floor.

THOMAS
Yes Bruv, so we’re back on this thing?

JAYDE
(Stutters nervously)
I I I

INT. JAYDES FLASHBACK IN THE ROOM.

JAYDE
I told you already I wouldn’t go back. Look what we’ve got right here

GRACE
Promise?

JAYDE
Promise!




8 Millimeter


INT. MIAMI AIRPORT, TERMINAL -- DAY
Amongst the weary tourist families and solitary businessmen
sits TOM WELLES, middle-aged, hair neat, suit crisp and
sipping soda from a paper cup, watching an ARRIVAL GATE.
gray. He's eating crackers from a cellophane package, AT THE GATE PASSENGERS arrive: the paunchy, graying men of First Class
g along. ACROSS THE TERMINAL Welles gets up and F
leading the pack, except for a handsome YOUNG REPUBLICAN poster boy hurryi nOLLOWS... EXT. MIAMI AIRPORT, CURBSIDE -- DAY Welles comes outside, squinting in the sun, moving down the
Welles moves to the nearby TAXI STAND...
sidewalk, looking back over his shoulder... The Young Republican is lead to a waiting LIMO by a DRIVER. INT. TAXI -- DAY Welles gets in, turning in his seat to watch behind. CAB DRIVER Where to?
et too close, don't let it get too far
Welles keeps watching, sees the limo pull away and pass. WELLES Follow that limousine. Don't g away. Just keep with it. CAB DRIVER You kidding? WELLES Nope.
R Uh, listen... you're not supposed to
The cab set in motion. Welles takes out cigarettes, lighting one, takes out a small NOTEPAD and makes notations. CAB DRIV E be smoking in here. I'm sorry, that's company policy... WELLES How about this... every cigarette I smoke, I give you five dollars?
the Young Republican steps out.
CAB DRIVER Okay... okay, yeah, that'd be good... EXT. MIAMI BEACH, "GOLD COAST" -- DAY In front of an Art Deco hotel, the driver opens the limousine door and ACROSS THE STREET Welles watches from inside the double-parked taxicab. EXT. MIAMI BEACH MOTOR LODGE -- DAY Not exactly four-star. "AD LT MOVIES EVERY ROOM." INT. MIAMI BEACH MOTOR LODGE -- DAY
. He watches some fuzzy ESPN on the t.v., looks at his
Welles is asleep on the bed, full dressed, hands folded across his stomach, snoring lightly, sweaty. INT. MIAMI BEACH MOTOR LODGE, RESTAURANT -- DAY Welles sits alone at the bar, eating a sandwich, bore d watch. EXT. MIAMI BEACH MOTOR LODGE -- DAY Welles walks across the parking lot, gets into his RENTAL CAR, starts it and drives away.
EXT. MIAMI BEACH DISCOTHEQUE -- NIGHT


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