This is the text of a movie script I wrote for fun one day


“OG KILLER JOHNSON IN SENSELESS VIOLENCE”



A screenplay by

Idahosa I. O. Edokpayi

















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" OG KILLER JOHNSON IN SENSELESS VIOLENCE "
FADE IN:
INT: LIVING ROOM IN SOUTH DALLAS HOME AT NOON SUMMER TIME
11 men are gathered in a cramped room around one man whispering into a cell phone. The man hangs up and sits stricken for a moment.
JOHNNY
Well how bad is it? Are we in trouble? Does he want his money? What does he want?
CELL PHONE GUY
He’s sending OG Killer Jackson!
This is obviously the worst possible thing you could ever hear. The men scatter, running to the doors leaving as quickly as possible. 6 men hold their ground drawing weapons. One man is trembling visibly.
EXT: 30 SECONDS LATER OUTSIDE THE HOUSE
A scary looking dude in a long coat and sun glasses is striding through the Texas sun on an incredibly hot day. He walks up to the door of the house and reaches inside his coat with both hands.
INT: LIVING ROOM
The men are still fumbling around the house looking for ammunition. The doorbell rings and everybody pauses, looking at each other in consternation.
EXT: 1 MINUTE LATER…
After a hailstorm of gunfire punctuated by anguished screams and bloodcurdling yells, the scary dude – OG Killer Jackson – stands at the back door of the house with identical silver 45’s in each hand with smoke still coming out of the barrels. He’s looking down at the blood flecks on his shoes. He walks methodically to a waiting car in the alley, leaving behind a trail of bloody footprints, and roars away with a screech of the tires.
INT: 24 HOURS LATER… APARTMENT IN DALLAS AREA
Johnny is holed up in a dirty apartment with two other friends. They’re gathered around a low coffee table sitting on a cheap couch. Money is strewn all over the table, there are a couple of handguns and a suspicious white powder covers everything on the table like dust. The men sit slumped couch drinking (beer? soda? Does it matter?) and laughing. The door burst open and police swarm in like a cloud of blue bees. Johnny’s two friends sit frozen like deer in the headlights. Johnny bolts to the back running as if his life depended on it. (it does) He streaks to the patio of his first floor apartment and inexplicably there is no one there.
EXT: OUTSIDE APARTMENT
Johnny runs out the patio door and clambers over the fence. (A body lays partially hidden in the bushes next to the patio) Johnny runs away stopping only when he has reached his car. He pauses, gasping for breath by the trunk of his car. A gloved hand reaches from behind him and covers his mouth. A terrific but silent struggle ensues. Finally Johnny loses and pays dearly for it. OG Killer Jackson stands over Johnny’s body wiping the dust from his jacket. He strides over to a waiting vehicle and screeches off.

INT: 15 MINUTES LATER… LIVING ROOM IN HOUSE IN DALLAS
Cell Phone Guy sits glumly staring at his blank television screen. The phone rings but he ignores it. A suitcase full of bills sits open next to him and he glances at it idly. He holds a can in one hand drinking from it and an unopened one in the other. Somehow OG Killer Jackson is inside and walking up behind him. Cell Phone Guy doesn’t notice until he sees his reflection in the black screen of his TV.
CELL PHONE GUY
Do you want a beer?
OG Killer Jackson whips out a silver 45 but Cell Phone Guy punches up and behind him knocking the weapon away. A Jackie Chan film breaks out. Household objects take flight, dollar bills fly, fists and feet slice the air, all the while with nary a word spoken save for a few grunts. A clever screenwriter finishes off this story and we get a funny but macabre ending. Idaho goes to bed and Andrew reads it and thinks “Cool…”