A snippet from another script I am writing:

“EMMY’S ADVENTURES IN PADRE”



A screenplay by

Idahosa I. O. Edokpayi

















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Dallas, TX, 75217


"EMMY’S ADVENTURES IN PADRE"
FADE IN:
EXT. SUBURBAN DALLAS NEIGHBORHOOD – NIGHT
We’re in front of a nice house in a Lake Highlands. Not as nice as Highland Park but well to do just the same. Many cars line the street in front of one house in particular. The lights are on and we can see shadows of people moving through the windows. One window in particular draws our attention and we move closer till…
INT. WILD PARTY IN HOUSE – NIGHT
BOOM! We’re inside and we’re in your parent’s worse nightmare. Mom and Dad are gone and the kids are living la vida loca. There are decorations on the wall, a Christmas tree, lights, a DJ, and astounding quantities of alcohol. College students stumble around drunkenly, dancing or at last attempting to, all to the DJ’s deafening beats. People are making out and one couple in particular is getting increasingly intense in their affections. They get crazy, find a bedroom, and close the door.
INT. WILD PARTY BEDROOM – NIGHT
The couple continues to make out sidestepping slowly till they hit a bed. The bed trips them and they fall sideways into the bed. The girl rolls over on top and props herself up on her hands and knees. She drops her head as if to kiss him again but stops.
KELLY
Are we about to have sex?
EMMY
I sure hope so!
Kelly leans into him brushing her lips over his as she leans closer to his ear.
KELLY
(whispering)
Only in your dreams…
INT. SAME HOUSE LIVING ROOM LATE FEBURARY – DAY
Emmy lounges on the couch watching television during the day when he should be in class. The phone rings and he answers. It’s Kelly!
EMMY
Hi.
INT. KELLY’S APARTMENT DAY
Kelly’s lying on her couch in a college logo t-shirt, short-shorts, and ankle socks – typical dorm room wear. Her feet are up on the arm rest and she’s cradling the phone in the crook of her neck. She’s twirling a finger in her hair. A huge poster adorns the wall behind her.
KELLY
Hi.
INT. SAME HOUSE LIVING ROOM LATE FEBURARY – DAY
Emmy is up now, striding to his bedroom.
EMMY
(Gruffly)
Whatcha want?
INT. KELLY’S APARTMENT DAY
KELLY
(tenatively)
Well I was wondering… I am going to Padre Island for Spring Break and I was wondering if you wanted to go?
INT. SAME HOUSE LIVING ROOM LATE FEBURARY – DAY
Emmy’s reached his room and he picks up a miniature soccer ball.
EMMY
So you can leave me with a hard-on every night for a week instead of just at Christmas parties once a year?
INT. KELLY’S APARTMENT - DAY
KELLY
(frowns)
No, because we’re renting a beach house and had some people back out.
INT. SAME HOUSE LIVING ROOM LATE FEBURARY – DAY
Now Emmy’s in the den and he’s juggling the soccer ball. The ball bounces off his thighs, his feet, and his head all with the phone clamped to his ear.
EMMY
(concentrating)
Who’s we?
INT. KELLY’S APARTMENT – DAY
KELLY
(bites her lip)
Me and some of my sorority sisters.
INT. SAME HOUSE LIVING ROOM LATE FEBURARY – DAY
Emmy still has the ball in the air, but now’s he sweating a little.
EMMY
How many are going?
INT. KELLY’S APARTMENT - DAY
KELLY
(Crossing her fingers)
13, all from the sorority.
INT. SAME HOUSE LIVING ROOM LATE FEBURARY – DAY
Emmy drops the ball.
EMMY
(incredulously)
Is this some kind of joke?
MONTAGE – ROAD TRIP SEQUENCE
A) A tiny car drives over a map of Texas tracing a path toward Padre Island.
B) downtown Dallas
C) state capitol in Austin
D) Highway sign indicating San Antonio
E) Highway sign indicating Kingsville
F) Highway sign indicating Harlingen
G) Highway sign indicating Port Isabel
EXT. ROAD AN HOUR OUTSIDE OF PORT ISABEL
Emmy’s driving and is clearly tired. Everybody else is asleep and the car is cramped. His eyes droop and he begins to slump and falls asleep at the wheel. The car begins to drift into the opposite lane and into the path of a huge semi bearing down on Emmy’s car fast. The trailer blasts its horn and Emmy is jolted awake. He reacts quickly and the car swerves away from the semi but towards a heavy wooden gate. Emmy throws his hands up over his face and screams…
INT. INSIDE THE CAR
Emmy is covering his face and his mouth is frozen in a ring of horror. He isn’t dead however. He lowers his arms and looks to see Kelly in the Driver’s seat smiling at him.
KELLY
That was a long nap. Have any good dreams.
Emmy
(mumbling)
Something like that.

The money train gets rolling Wednesday. When it arrives I am not sure. I am officially down to my last dollar. The problem is that several people have laid claim to the next few hundred dollars. I am going to dig through my files and find something else old that I've written to post after I get up.

This is the type of thing that makes you do a double take. Scored the link from the Shack.

I have an idea for my employment. I work three days a week as a substitute teacher, say Monday, Thursday and Friday. I work as a waiter or some retail job on Saturday and maybe even Sunday. Tuesday and Wednesday I work for free as an intern at a company in an industry I'd like to be in. Sound good? It does sound like I'll be very tired all the time.

A kid at Kimball High told me an interesting story today about a girl who went into the boys lockerroom. She had sex with 15 boys one after the other. Somehow, I don't think any of the other teachers have heard that story. The girl got caught too. The other girls ratted her out, probably for sleeping with their boyfriends.

I couldn't resist posting this link and this quote:

A young woman raised her hand. "Professor Pinker?" Yes? I said. "I'd rather be a happy pig." Other hands shot up. "Me too!" "Same here!" "Pig!" "Pig!" "Pig!"

From the happy liberal folks at Slate.

The Blogger software wasn't functioning well yesterday so I didn't publish yesterday's post or make any new posts. If I don't update for a day you might try checking the Blogger status page.
I taught at Justin F. Kimball High today. Once again thank God for teachers with no first period classes. God has no such largess for me two days in a row though, so I'll be forced to be on time. I was a "floater" today. Meaning that I didn't have a classroom. Menaing that I wandered the classroom with my schedule and a stack of books swimming upstream against the rushing stream of students going to class between periods. By the way, any direction in a hall way in a high school between periods is upstream.
My parents retrieved the piece of junk today! Now I shall sell the ugly object of torment to the first sucker who comes along. The stupid thing cost $350 to retrieve. The proceeds of the sale will go to benefit the "Buy Idaho a New Ride Foundation". I am accepting doantions and I will soon post a Paypal link for those who wish to donate.
The pipeline of previous work will dry up temporarily (a day) because I don't feel like readying any of my ol stuff for human consumption. No links either, my laziness abounds.

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…”

Lord preserve us from those who love us so much. I saw this while browsing my favorite neo-liberal webzine, Slate.com.

I am going to be posting some other random things that I have written before.I am only doing this because the last thing I posted was such an unqualified success and traffic improved so much that two fo the four people who visit the webpage everyday stopped coming!

I'm car shopping today. I'd post links to the ads but then I don't want random people looking at the cars I am interested in and buying them before I am ready. Decision making for me is a very leisurely process. The two leading candidates are Mustangs though. I love pony cars. Anybody selling a car that goes fast, has air, manual transmission, and a cd player should contact me.

Did you watch the last 5 minutes of the Cowboys game? Wow... Despite his stellar perfomance in the waning minutes of today's game, a lot f my fellow Cowboys fans are calling for Quincy Carter to be benched in favor of Chad Hutchison. I have two points.

1. Hutchison would be worse. Carter makes rookie mistakes. Hutchison hasn't played at even the college level for three years so he is worse than a rookie. Hutchison's mind wouldn't be quick enough to make the reads at NFL game speed. Also, Hutchison would get drilled since he isn't athletic enough to escape the rush. Our porous offensive line would leak 300 pound lineman like a very large weighty sieve and Hutchison would quickly be curled in a fetal position on the nice shiny new carpet Jerry put in.
   
2. Getting rid of Quincy would put us in the same territory as Cincinnati.We've invested the better part of two years in Q and we'd lose that by dumping him. Quarterbacks really don't develop till after playing for two years. Cincinnati is bad and will remain bad because they don't have the patience to invest the necessary time in a quarterback.Well, that, and they did a poor job of scouting their draft picks. The Cowboys are better of with Quincy now even if he never becomes better than mediocre than we are starting Hutchison and getting set back another two years. Mediocre quarterbacks win a lot of games. Besides Quincy Carter's physical talent means that he'll either be spectacularly bad or he'll be really good.
   

All that Quincy Carter has done is bring the Cowboys back to win games in the final 2 minutes twice this year and thrown for 200+ yards 6 times in a row. That looks pretty good to me.

Today was a tiring day. I'll tell you about tomorrow...