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"FRIENDS BETRAYED" The Last Bite
by zudayyah alamin (isis200902@live.com)

Rated: R   Genre: Horror   User Review: ****
Short Film-Two up and coming hip hop artists and moguls face a whole new challenge when they encounter a gang of hooligan vampires.


This screenplay is copyrighted to its author. All rights reserved. This screenplay may not be used or reproduced without the express written permission of the author.



FADE IN:

EXT. BROOKLYN HIGH SCHOOL - DAY
                                                            
Gang of urban Adolescent boys and girls sprawl all across
the concrete High School Play ground, the circle tightens
around JB (14) and his protege, DJ MIX (16).


Rapidity of Sixteen bars spit forth the illist rhymes from
each of their mouthes. The crowd goes batty. The battle
ends, DJ MIX and JB bump shoulders and exit the school's
courtyard.
                                                            
                       DJ
Add rhymes here.
                                                            
                       JB
Add rhymes here.
                                                            
 
EXT. BROOKLYN - DAY
                                                            
DJ and JB walks down Ave I. Ten gang members surround them.
DJ opens his arms, pounds himself in the chest like King
Kong. JB dash into the crowd, they shove him back.
                                                            
                       DJ
C'mon, I want yo baddest bitch to
strike first...c'mon bitches!
                                                            
A speck of terror flounders JB's young baby face.
                                                            
Gang Member I pull out a knife, DJ leg whips out, drop kicks
the gang member, thumps his chest. The other members flee
like cock roaches.
                                                            
 
EXT. KARATE SCHOOL - NIGHT
                                                            
DJ finish fight with fellow student...they bow. JB lingers
in the corner of the room, DJ observes him, head gestures to
him, They exit the building.
                                                            
 

2.

EXT. BROOKLYN - - NIGHT
                                                            
The rain pours down, thunder roars, then subside. They gaze
up at the eerie black sky, commence to jog down the dark,
desolate back alley. An invisible force strikes from behind,
they run faster, then hit the ground immobile, frozen stiff
like paraplegics.

A bolt of lightening races quietly across the ominous sky.
                                                            
                                         SUPER TEN YEARS
LATER
                                                            
 
INT. BROOKLYN - RENEGADE'S RECORDING STUDIO - DAY
                                                            
DJ (26)Chocolate complexion, good looking, lean and
athletic, sturdily build, thick neck, stands tall with
certitude, fills a room whenever he enters. JB (24) long,
slouches, medium build, athletic, tatoo on arms, DJ's
understudy. CHUCK (36) 5'8 medium body frame, wear glasses,
short neck, bald head, sports black slacks, white shirt and
tie, professional demeanor.

DJ and JB collaborate on a new hit. CHUCK stands at the
digital mixer laying tracks to the new single... Chuck bops
his head, big grin on his face.
                                                            
                       DJ
      (Place Holder for
       Music)
                                                            
DJ and JB exits the sound booth, Chuck grabs, squeezes DJ to
his chest. JB observes from a dark corner..
                                                            
Chuck sports a wide grin and holds a fat cigar.
                                                            
                       CHUCK
      (to DJ)
We got this one ba-by!
                                                            
DJ eyes searches the room for JB, spots him alone in the
dark corner. He hand gestures to him.
                                                            
JB pimps over..DJ meets him, grabs him around the shoulders
amd presses a fat cigar agaist his lips.

3.


JB smiles takes the cigar and adjusts it between his well
defined thick lips..DJ flicks fire to it.. JB smiles, they
toast a bottle of Hennesey.
                                                            
 
INT. LONDON, ENGLAND - OFFICE - ROUND TABLE - DAY
                                                            
THREE HEAD VAMPIRES...BLUE SUITS, (40's) 6'0; 170 lbs. PALE
WHITE LUMINOUS SKIN, DARK EYES.

V3 (30'S) 6'3 160 lbs. PALE SKIN, DARK EYES. Adorn HOOLIGAN
HATS.
The hand crafted wood round table sits directly in front of
the huge window's panoramic view of the London Bridge. A
large body of water runs beneath it.

Original paintings of the Society's founders from Medieval
times up til present day line the office wall.

One of the head Vampires pass a MANILA folder across the
table. The V3 gaze down at photos of two young, handsome
AMERICAN black men(25-30). They gaze back at each other,
then stare at the Head Vampires...tight faces.

Their dark eyes momentarily turn blood red.
                                                            
                       SUITED VAMPIRE I
We need them...they hold the keys
to our continued existence and
world dominance.
                                                            
                       VAMPIRE II
      (To the V3)
...and don't disappoint us!
                                                            
                       V3 (1)
We never disappoint...our loyalty
runs deep in the society.

A Beat

all due respect...Sir!
                                                            
Head Vampire gets up from the table. The Vampires eyes
follows him as he moves alongside the wall, and admires all

4.

the Head Counsel of vampires. He walks near the huge window
with the panoramic view of the London Bridge, stares out
across the distance. Turns back to face the Vampires:
                                                            
                       VAMPIRE I
The Society is a counsel of
vampires who has dominated the
world since Medieval times. Every
year we seek out human sacrifices

in order to continue our power and
world domination. The Vampire Trio
is summons before the counsel of
elders to redeem yourselves from

the last failed mission. You have
been given the opportunity and
challenge that no other vampires
before you. The challenge to go

amongst a new breed of people who,
by their very nature and past
events has been whipped into a
cesspool of anger and violence.
...

which renders them invulnerable
and callous to anybody outside of
their world.

They have become masters at word
smithing...a very powerful tool
that can capture the emotions

of...even vampires like
yourselves.
                                                            
                       SUITED VAMPIRE I
...The Society needs two
sacrifices.
                                                            
 
EXT. BROOKLYN - CLUB ODYSSEY - NIGHT
                                                            
A black escalade limousine rolls up to the curbside. DJ
leans forward to get a clear view of a TRIO of VERY PALE

5.

WHITE GUYS wearing HOOLIGAN HATS. Their eyes turn BLOOD RED
as they walk past his limousine.

....DJ rolls down the smoked window to get an even clearer
view...he mouthes "OOOH SHIT!" his eyes trail them as they
dissolve into the blackness of night.
                                                            
 
INT. BROOKLYN - CLUB ODYSSEY - NIGHT
                                                            
Beautiful women surround DJ as he enters the club...they
throw kisses, press their breasts against his chest..he
smiles, and signs autographs.

The MC runs onstage, grabs his mic, waves his hands in the
air. The crowd stands up, they repeat...DJ, DJ.

DJ runs on stage, he grabs the mic; his big gold chain
wavers back and forth around his neck. He triple rhymes..the
crowd screams, They bop their heads and move their bodies to
the beat.
                                                            
                       DJ (Gangsta Ride On)
Worldwide originator and i'm back
on the fore,

friends turned enemies,
stolen identities,
cant get rid of me,

i watched the cocaine bubble up
and kilo price double up,
you got a problem with a marcy
n-gga, lock an load and knuckle
up,
what you know about 1976 a young
n-gga getting money playing triple
up,

im a prototype, first one king of
the (?)
when i first did it wasn't even in
the business,
knew BIG when he was'nt even
independence

put the little n-gga in the
            (MORE)

6.

                       DJ (cont'd)
business,
muthaf-cker freeway to the sh-t
list,
my styles hot style Games got top
style,
                                                            
The audience applauds and DJ runs off stage. He walks
towards the bar and signs autographs along the way.

The V3 hovers above in the shadows of an empty corner of the
club. DJ observes, and is hypnotically drawn into them...he
stares without blinking.
                                                            
An MC friend bumps into DJ...shaken back to himself.
                                                            
                       DJ
Whats up dawg...?

Pointing across the room.

Who the fuck those white mutha
fuckas keep staring at me?
                                                            
                       DJ KRIS (New Orleans drawl)
      (Turns to look)
I don't see nothin' man...

You OK?
                                                            
                       DJ
      (scans the club)
Yea! yea! just tired I guess...

Later Man!

They bump shoulders and goes into
opposite directions.
                                                            
 
INT. EMI RECORDS - NEW YORK CITY - NIGHT
                                                            
DJ sits at a round table. A bright light hovers above.
Besides DJ is his best friend and Apprentice. JB who
observes DJ and CHUCK.


7.

Chuck hands the Record Contract to DJ. DJ scans the
contract, then signs it with his left hand.
DJ slides the contract over to JB, who hesitates to look at
it.
JB looks over to DJ for approval. DJ smiles and nods his
head in agreement.

Chuck impatiently gestures for JB to pass the contract back
to him. JB raises from the table, walks over and slams the
contract in contempt on the table in front of Chuck. Chuck
looks up at JB with a tight face..looks down at the

contract...his face is then flushed with excitement! JB
shkes his hand, DJ stands up and they walk out the
studio...Chuck is left behind sitting at the round
table...his eyes follows them as they exit the room.
                                                            
                                         DISSOLVE
                                                            
 
INT. BROOKLYN - DJ'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
                                                            
DJ reclines on his sofa while he watch T.V. and puffs on his
cigarette.

Out from his peripheral vision he sees a shadow, he quickly
turns his head towards the wall.
                                                            
The V3 emerge from DJ's living room wall. He runs towards
the door, they grab hold of his arms, wrestle him down to
the floor. They commence to drink blood from his wrists.

He squirms and kicks.
                                                            
Vampire 1 leans over and whispers..blood runs down both
sides of his mouth.
                                                            
                       VAMPIRE I
You are the first to be bitten!
Join us and your struggles will be
no more!

YOU WILL BE MORE POWERFUL than
those to COME!
                                                            
DJ musters up strength...SPITS in V-1's face.
                                                            

8.

                       DJ
Fuck you mutha fucka!
                                                            
The V-3 pull away from DJ, seemingly defeated, they walk
toward the wall, dissolves into it..
                                                            
DJ lies in a puddle of blood on the floor...paralyzed...the
room spins...He collapses.
                                                            
                                         SUPER 1 YEAR LATER
                                                            
DREAM BEGINS
                                                            
 
EXT. BROOKLYN - PKWAY - WHITE CASTLE - NIGHT
                                                            
JB darts through the front door of WHITE CASTLE HAMBURGERS,
his hat twisted, uniform shirt untucked and face doused with
fear. MR. MANAGER (40) 6'6, 300 lbs. blue black.

He gestures to him to follow. JB brush off his shoulders,
and pimps into the office behind Mr.Manager. JB sits on the
desk, waves his feet from side to side. MR. MANAGER gazes at
his feet, then his face. FIRE ME is stamped over JB's face.

MR. Manager shoves him off the desk. JB stumbles, but breaks
his fall. He looks up at the Manager, and adjusts his hat
and shirt. Pounces back at him, but Mr. Manager does not
flinch.
                                                            
                       MR. MANAGER
You late one mo time, punk ass
motha fucka...

Yo ass out da door.
                                                            
                       JB
      (raise his middle
       finger)
FUCK YOU!
                                                            
JB walks towards his cash register. JADE (21) comes up from
behind him, she grabs him by the back collar. He quickly
flips around.
                                                            

9.

                       JADE
Whoaaa! its me.
                                                            
                       JB
Oh shit!..
thought I'll have to kick that big
niggaz ass tonight.
                                                            
                       JB
Hey where you going?
                                                            
                       JADE
Home.
                                                            
MR. MANAGER walks into the main area. He gazes up at JB, and
Jade. JB looks back at him. His eyes follows Jade as she
exits the front door.
                                                            
                       JB
Jade, wait up!
                                                            
He snatches his hat from his head and flings it at Mr.
Manager.
                                                            
                       JB
      (Pulls down his
       pants)
KISS MY ROYAL
ASS!...bitchhhhhhhhh!
                                                            
Runs out the door!
                                                            
The streets wet from the rainfall. JB runs furiously behind
Jade. He catches up with her.
                                                            
                       JB
      (panting out of
       breath)
Boogey mans gone get you one of
these nights.

A Beat

keep walking alone.
                                                            

10.

                       JADE
I'm not afraid!
                                                            
                       JB
Reason I dig you!...you ain't
scared of shit...my kinda woman!
                                                            
Jade stops! looks JB in the eyes and points her finger at
his face.
                                                            
                       JADE
Tell me you just did not quit your
job...told the boss to literally
kiss your ass!...

...You crazy JB.
                                                            
Jade goes inside the corner store. JB waits outside the
door, he plucks a cigarette from behind his ear...fires it
up and commences to blow rings of smoke. He hears a faint
scream, leans forward to hear the scream again. Suddenly
from out his

pherifical vision he sees a flash of three images past by
him at superhuman speed. He quickly drops the cigarette,
rushes into the store and drags Jade by the arm away from
the store.
                                                            
 
EXT. EXPRESS PARKWAY - NIGHT
                                                            
                       JADE
WHAT THE F...K!
                                                            
                       JB
Shhh! to your crib! can't explain
it! but run like hell! NOW!!!
                                                            
JB runs, and Jade is beside him. You can hear their hearts
pound louder and louder. They run up on a fence, JB sprints
the fence with one leap. Jade hesitates to jump, JB is on
the other side, gestures to her. She stands away from the
fence, grabs a

pole and sprints over it. He grabs her hand and they run up
to the door of her stoop. She fumbles with the keys, then

11.

finds the one that fits into the door. They rush inside
slams the door behind them, They peep, sees nothing but the
rain fall.
                                                            
                       JB
      (panting)
Oh man, I'm scared shitless right
now. I don know what the fuck dat
was, Jade.
                                                            
                       JADE
      (panting)
OMG! what the fuck was it? JB. you
saw it didn't you, you grabbed my
ass out da store didn't you. what
was it? WHATTTTTTTTTTTTT!
                                                            
                       JB
Calm down, Jade...Calm down baby!

Just...Just calm down. Lemme
think.
                                                            
JB hands shakes as he digs into his pocket for his cell
phone.
He nervously key in some numbers.
                                                            
 
INT. BROOKLYN - DJ'S APT - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
                                                            
Camera scans DJ's living room. His cell phone rings from the
glass coffee table. The T.V. plays. DJ lies on the floor in
a small puddle of blood.

A Beat

Cell phone rings three times.

A Beat
                                                            
                       JB (os)
Hey man, call me ASAP! crazy shit
happened tonight. call me man!
                                                            
 

12.

INT. BROOKLYN - CLUB ODYSSEY - DREAM STATE - NIGHT
                                                            
DJ and JB enters the club, the crowd cheers them on as DJ
takes the stage.

He grabs the mic from the MC and bounces across the stage. A
thick mist fills the stage as DJ is attacked by the Vampire
Trio. The MC at the turntable sees the fight and spins
records like its part of the performance.

DJ's eyes becomes blood red and his fangs grows as he power
kicks one of the vampires through the brick wall behind the
stage. Fear overshadow their faces, the two other vampires
quickly backs away.

The V3 disappears in the thickness of the mist.
                                                            
                       DJ (Gangsta Ride)
Enemies I murder them,
i hurry like i bury them,

walk through your hood with my two
blocks on,
im in my new shoes with my new
socks on,

shine like a diamond get your blue
blocks on,

Jaz-O stupid muthf-cker not Shawn,
Never been blast on a 2pac song,

the originator double time
creator,
too fast,

[Chorus]
[End]

Yes Yes, I know its not all there
so please feel free to send
corrections to these lyrics.

I tried my best to make them
correct but the double time flow
made it hard.

            (MORE)

13.

                       DJ (cont'd)
If you think you can listen quick
enough let me know what they say
and

I will update asap.
                                                            
The crowd claps, yells DJ's name.
                                                            
DJ Scriptz calls JB to the stage. JB runs up on the stage...
nervous.
                                                            
                       DJ
      (pointing)
This here is my nigga ya'll. Up
and comin'. Check 'em out next
year.

JB... DON'T FORGET THE NAME!
                                                            
JB raises two fists in the air, then runs off stage. The
crowd applauds as he makes his exit. DJ eyes follows him as
he fades into the dance floor crowd.

DJ search the club for JB, we see heads and lip gestures.

He then exit the club, plucks a cigarette from behind his
ear, fires it up... takes a few puffs... His cell phone
rings. He holds the cigarette between his index finger and
thumb. He puffs and paces nervously along the sidewalk.

Couples leave the club, clutching onto each other as they
stagger down the sidewalk and out of sight.
                                                            
Security yells from behind the door. DJ drops the cigarette,
it falls to the ground in slow motion.
His heart pounds out of control. He turns towards the
officer, skips stairs as he runs up through the door.
Security holds

the door open as he force himself through it. He rush
through the crowd. Sees JB is stretched out on the floor in
a puddle of blood...body convulsing. DJ falls to his knees
beside JB, turns JB's head to the side. Bite marks can be
seen on his neck.


14.

The paramedics clears the crowd. They place him on the
gurney, give him oxygen, rush him out the door into the
ambulance. DJ accompanies him to the hospital, and he sits
in the back of the emergency vehicle across from JB, fists
under his chin, he stirs. Tears rolls down his cheeks.
                                                            
 
INT. HOSPITAL WAITING AREA - NIGHT
                                                            
DJ cups his head in his hands. He hears footsteps from a
distant. He looks up and sees the doctor as he walks down a
long walkway towards him. DJ heart pounds double time. He
stands up, the doctor extends his hand out as he approach
him,

they shake hands, the doctor's face is beaming, a big smile
is pasted across his face...DJ smiles.
                                                            
                       DOCTOR
Your friend is fine! Go home, get
some rest.

We're not sure exactly where all
the blood came from.
                                                            
The doctor shakes DJ's hands, pats him on the shoulder,..
turns to walk away. He hesitantly turns back towards DJ.
                                                            
                       DOCTOR
By the way...

Momentarily drops his head

have any idea where bite marks on
his neck originated?
                                                            
                       DJ
Your guess is good as mine...Doc.
                                                            
The doctor naively turns and walks away.
                                                            
 
INT. BROOKLYN-DJ RENEGADE BASEMENT RECORDING STUDIO - NIGHT
                                                            
DJ Scriptz sits down at his equalizer, pulls out a
cigarette, lights it up and blows rings of smoke.

15.


He looks up at the clock on the wall, it reads 1:00 a.m.

He then reaches behind his back and pulls a 12 inch pure
silver dagger from his waist holster, place it on the seat
next to his chair.

He pulls an ashtray from the drawer next to his chair...
extinguishes the cigarette, and then leans forward in his
chair and places his folded arms and head on top the
equalizer.
                                                            
His cell phone rings. He looks up at the clock on the wall,
it reads 4:00 a.m.
                                                            
                       JB (os)
Yo man, I'm at home.
                                                            
                       DJ
At home...what the fuck...I left
yo ass at the hospital.
                                                            
                       JB
I can't remember too much of
shit...I was attacked by three
white boys.. hooligan hat wearing
mutha fuckas at that..
                                                            
                       DJ
Those ain't just no white boys.
Those mutha fuckas are vampires...

Listen JB! you gotta fight those
mutha fuckas or

they'llturn you away from mutha
fuckas like me!
                                                            
                       JB (os)
Chill man, I'm cool! Let's talk
'bout dis shit tomorrow...I'm
tired!

Later!
                                                            
Paces..puffs on a cigarette.
                                                            

16.

                       DJ
O SHIT! They got him too. Fuck!
Fuck! Shit! Shit! SHIIIIIT!

They got my man JB.
                                                            
                                         SUPER - 7 YEARS
LATER
                                                            
 
EXT. BROOKLYN - SUBWAY - FLATBUSH AVENUE - DAY
                                                            
The street is thick with people and traffic. DJ Scriptz
ascends from the noisy underground subway off Flat bush
Avenue. He wears dark sunshades and he follows a narrow back
street onto JB's Recording studio.
                                                            
 
INT. BROOKLYN - SWAGGER RIGHT RECORDS - DAY
                                                            
DJ Scriptz enters the studio, shoots pass office personnel
as they try and stop him. The door flies open to JB's office
and DJ angrily enters. He yokes JB by the collar. JB knees
him in the groin and shoves him five feet across the room.
                                                            
                       JB
What the fuck wrong with you, DJ?
                                                            
                       DJ
      (His canine
       extends razor
       sharp)
You still bitin' off my shit!

I'm fuckin' DJ Scriptz! You forgot
dat shit? I'm the same mutha who
put you down wit all dis...

You changed mutha fucka...

since you been rockin with those
hooligan hat wearing vampire mutha
fuckas...
                                                            

17.

                       JB
      (canines extends
       razor sharp)
What I am ain't got shit to do wit
dis music thang.
                                                            
DJ Scriptz's face flushed with great contempt at JB.
                                                            
He POWER KICKS JB. JB flies upward and hits the ceiling,
falls to the ground.

JB quickly jumps back to his feet!

DJ Scriptz lashes out at JB again. The Cronies drop kicks DJ
Scritpz.

DJ Scriptz escapes their hold on him and breaks through 6
inches of thick window glass, as he makes a SUPERHUMAN LEAP
from the 25th floor of JB's office.

JB and his Cronies straighten their suits and adjust their
ties.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO
                                                            
 
INT. BROOKLYN - DJ SCRIPTZ'S BASEMENT RECORD STUDIO - DAY
                                                            
DJ ENTERS the bathroom, looks into the mirror. His eyes
becomes redder.

He opens his mouth and his fangs grows longer than before.
He falls to his knees.
                                                            
                       DJ
      (screaming)
Noooo...
                                                            
The clock on the wall reads 7:00 pm
                                                            
                                         LATER THAT NIGHT
                                                            
DJ Scriptz stands at his equalizer and lays the tracks to
his third diss album "FRIENDS BETRAYED."

He puffs on his cigarette, as he notices the clock on the

18.

wall reads 7:30 p.m.,he then lays the cigarette on the edge
of his equalizer as he toys around with different sounds.
                                                            
The clock on the wall reads 10:00 p.m. DJ Scriptz starts to
interview on late night TV via satellite.
                                                            
                       TV HOST (os)
JB Scriptz, Why you want to battle
with Hip Hop Mogul JB?
                                                            
                       DJ
Plain and simple. I want my title
back as the originator of triplet
rhyming.

He has become very successful at
biting other artists rhymes.

JB sacrificed our friendship and
loyalty we had to each other to
befriend those of the underworld.

His loyalty is with POWER, MONEY &
CONTROL.
                                                            
                       TV HOST (os)
Why is this battle so important to
you to be aired on national TV,
here at home and abroad?
                                                            
                       DJ
I want the world to see us in
competition...like a sporting
event.

This is it...No More Biting! No
More Betrayal!
                                                            
                       TV HOST
Well, there you have it live via
Satellite from DJ Scriptz's
basement studio.

Thank you DJ Scriptz for your
time. See you at Yankee Stadium.
                                                            
 

19.

INT. BROOKLYN - SWAGGER RIGHT RECORDING STUDIOS - - DAY
                                                            
We see JB in the Recording Booth working on his fifth big
album...
                                                            
                       JB (A Star is Born)
Everyday a star is born!!!!
(Clap for 'em, clap for 'em, clap
for 'em, clap for 'em, HEY!!!!)
Everyday a star is born!!!!
(Clap for 'em, clap for 'em, clap
for 'em, clap for 'em, HEY!!!!)

[Verse One: Jay-Z]
I seen Mase do it, I seen 'Ye do
it
X came through, caught lighter
fluid
Still I came through it, clap for
'em
But I'm the blueprint, I'm like
the map for 'em
I dropped another classic, made
Puff pass it,
Nobody could touch Puff back when
Puff had it
Wayne scorchin, I'll applaud him
If he keep goin, pass the torch to
him
                                                            
His Producer gestures to him to come out the booth. He makes
his way towards the Producer, he gives him the phone. JB
yanks it out his hand.
                                                            
                       JB
WHAT THE FUCK YOU WANT DJ?
                                                            
                       DJ (os)
I'm gone crush yo ass at Yankee
Stadium...Fuck you and them
vampire bitches.. They can't fuck
wit me!
                                                            
 

20.

INT. MANHATTAN - JB'S HOUSE - KITCHEN TABLE - 6 A.M. - DAY
                                                            
JB opens up a New York Times to read, as he sips on a glass
half full of orange juice. He scrolls down the paper,

scopes a small article that reads:

"JB fans demands a battle with DJ, live on national TV at
the Yankee Stadium in New York City."
                                                            
JB's WIFE enters the kitchen, she gazes at him strangely as
she heads for the refrigerator, opens it, grabs a bottle of
water and leaves. His eyes follows her as she exits through
the kitchen door.

He gets up from the breakfast table, heads for the
dishwasher. The room begins to spin, he collapse in front of
the kitchen sink.

His wife hears the commotion and hurries into the kitchen.
She sprinkle water on his face from the bottle she pulled
from the refrigerator.

Pats him on his cheeks. He start to regain consciousness.
She helps him back on his feet into the bedroom.

He lies on the bed, shuts his eyes, the back of his HANDS
rests on his forehead

His wife enters the bedroom, she lays beside JB. He opens
his eyes, turns his head towards her and smiles.

She holds out her wrist for him to feed. He shoves her hand
away, then turns his head.

She holds out her wrist a second time. He grabs it, and
drinks like a blood thirsty animal.
                                                            
 
INT. NEW YORK - YANKEE STADIUM - NIGHT
                                                            
Night falls upon New York City, lights are blinding at
Yankee Stadium, the center field appears dark. The spot
light shines on two MC's and their sidekicks. They form a
circle that faces each other as they prepare for battle.


21.

DJ Scriptz and JB wears black sweats, white tee shirts and
black hoodies that drapes their heads. Their microphones
hangs from the pockets of their sweats, and they are ready
to go!

The American flag is raised and the audience stands, the
musical score "Empire State" is being played. The crowd
bounce their heads and move their bodies from side to side
as they wait for the REFEREE to make the announcement


The sidekicks wears white sweats, black tee shirts. Their
FISTS are raised in HIP HOP solidarity. Their microphones
                                                            
                       REFEREE
Ladies and Gents, the battle of
the century is about to
unfold.

DJ Scriptz and JB, along with
their sidekicks...

Sooo let the battles begin!
                                                            
Four MCs SPRINTS from beneath the stage opening. They fall
into position.


Round 1

Music Cue:
Duo
"Gangstas Ride On"

The showdown starts, time slows up, the atmosphere of the
stadium is DARK, GLOOMY, EERIE.

FOOT-STEPS ring out like drums of DOOM as they STRIDE
towards OPPONENTS in SLOW MOTION with UNSTOPPABLE VENGEANCE.

Their mics are drawn, as they lock eyes with JB and his MC,
ready to murder some lyrics. They clutch their mics tightly,
momentarily frozen at the center facing JB and his MC.

We can see both the rhythm of the hands and head as the
rhymes roll out their mouths effortlessly.

22.


The song ends. DJ Scriptz and his MC falls back into
position, the mic is open to JB and his MC. The crowd goes
insane. Screaming DJ Scriptz, DJ, DJ

Music Cue:
DUO
"A Star is Born"

JB and his MC finish the duo battle. JB and his MC march
face to face, with the opponents, they swiftly back away,
press their lips against the mic and start notoriously
spitting rhymes with a def vengeance.

The crowd screams and yells JB, JB, JB, yeaaaaaaaaaaaaa, JB,
JB. They fall back into position. The mic is open to DJ
Scriptz.


Round 2

The pace is slower.

Music Cue:
"Friends Betrayed"

DJ Scriptz lock eyes with JB, the pain in DJ Scriptz's eyes
is apparent as he unfolds the truth of the saga
rhythmically.

Music Cue:
What We Talkin' 'Bout

The crowd goes wild, they scream, yell.
                                                            
                       JUDGE #1
      (strokes his chin)
We'll select a song called "Jigga
Who, Jigga What" that DJ Scriptz
and JB collaborated on before the
split.

This will determine who shall be
crowned the originator of triplet
rhyming.
                                                            

23.

Round 3

Music Cue:
Duo
"Jigga Who, Jigga What"

The crowd has gone wild over the performance.
                                                            
                       REFEREE
And the winner is... DJ Scriptz
                                                            
Confetti's are thrown everywhere, the crowd raise from their
seats, they yell and scream.

JB rushes towards DJ Scriptz, lands a right hook to the
face, DJ Scriptz loses his balance, he falls to the ground.

JB leaps ten feet in the air, attempts to land on DJ
Script's chest.

THE CROWD GOES SILENT.

DJ Scriptz flips over, kicks JB twenty feet across the
field.

JB recovers quickly, take flight away from DJ Scriptz at
superhuman speed.

DJ Scriptz pulls a steel dagger from his back waist holster.
THROWS it at JB's back up towards the heart.

The Vampire Trio APPEARS. JB runs toward them... sprints
into a PORTAL. The VAMPIRES follows him through it. The
Portal closes.

The crowd runs and screams in fear of their lives as they
scatter all across the ball park.

The MEDIA rushes towards DJ Scriptz and his MC, as they run
at superhuman speed away from the them. The Media is left
standing with their microphones in their hands and their
mouths open.
                                                            
 

24.

INT. BROOKLYN - DJ'S APARTMENT - DREAM ENDS - DAY
                                                            
JB enters the apartment. DJ lies on the living room floor
unconscious, JB rushes over to DJ. His face is tight with
fear..
                                                            
                       JB
      (to himself)
What da fuck is all this
shit...blood an--d
                                                            
He quickly pulls away from JB
                                                            
                       JB (nervous)
      (to himself)
fuckin...fuckin' bite marks! what
the fuck DJ..wha- wha- what the
fuck's goin on man!
                                                            
DJ wakes up. His eyes turns blood red, and his fangs grows
razor sharp. He rushes towards JB...screams echos throughout
the universe.

SCREEN FADES TO BLACK.
                                                            
 
INT. AIRPORT - BATHROOM - DAY
                                                            
DJ, JB and Chuck slams into the airport bathroom. DJ and JB
suited up, they adorn dark shades to hide the discolored
pupils evident upon agitation.

Chuck folds his arms and leans against the wall next to the
urinal. JB shoves DJ.
                                                            
                       JB
I hate you...motherfucka! You did
dis shit to me.

For what!? For what!?
                                                            
He stop shoving turns and pounds on the bathroom stall with
his fists...

A Beat


25.

Walks towards DJ and kicks him five feet across the room, DJ
hits the wall, his body drops to the floor. Chuck wraps both
arms around JB's waist, he holds him back...

DJ recovers from the blows.
                                                            
                       DJ
I was lookin out for yo ass man.

Pointing at him

You keep dis shit up, I'm gone...
                                                            
A tall white, blond hippy man walks into the bathroom. He
stares at the three guys...his face speaks intruders all
over it.
                                                            
                       CHUCK
C'mon, let's get the fuck outta
here.
                                                            
They adjust their ties and suits, exits the bathroom into
the airport.
                                                            
                       PA SYSTEM (OS)
Flight 6662 is boarding...Flight
6662 is boarding at gate 36.
Please have your flight tickets
ready.
                                                            
DJ, JB and Chuck run through the airport to catch their
flight. Some people stop to watch them.
                                                            
 
INT. AIRPLANE - DAY
                                                            
JB and Chuck sits next to each other. DJ situates his
baggage in the compartment above his seat. Headsets are
displayed over the passengers heads. They watch movies, bop
their heads. Some lay back with their eyes shut. Some
passengers eyes are fixed on laptop screens.

DJ looks at his watch, it reads 10:00 pm. He leans his head
back, and cascades into a deep sleep. The V3 blow past his
seat and brush against his arm. He is shaken out of his
dream.

26.


JB and Chuck gazes over at him. He wipes his
forehead...hyperventilating...he tightly clutches the arm
rest...his eyes scans and searches the plane.
                                                            
Removes his shades.
                                                            
                       CHUCK
You ok man?
                                                            
                       DJ
I-I saw t--
                                                            
The STEWARDESS interrupts.
                                                            
                       STEWARDESS
Hi,

What would you like to drink...eat
today?
                                                            
They gaze at each other.
                                                            
                       DJ
      (shruggs his
       shoulder)
I don know...Some Blood maybe!
                                                            
                       STEWARDESS
Silly rabbit...gin it is!
                                                            
                       CHUCK
      (He chuckles)
You had me scared for a second
man, your ass hyperventilating and
all.
                                                            
The Stewardess takes shot glasses of gin, passes along to
DJ, Chuck and JB.
                                                            
                       CHUCK
Thanks beautiful!
                                                            
She smiles and walks away...Chuck eyes trails her rear end.
                                                            

27.

                       PA SYSTEM (OS)
ATTENTION ALL PASSENGERS, WE WILL
BE LANDING IN 20 MINUTES. PLEASE
FASTEN YOUR SEAT BELTS. THE OXYGEN
MASK IS LOCATED ABOVE YOUR SEATS,


THEY'LL AUTOMATICALLY DROP IN THE
CASE OF AN EMERGENY. PLEASE FASTEN
YOUR SEAT BELTS. THANK YOU!
                                                            
 
EXT. BIG BLUE SKY - AIRPLANE - DAY
                                                            
The airplane lands at astronomical speed, then gradually
comes to a screeching halt on the landing strip.
                                                            
 
INT. GENEVA SWITZERLAND - AIRPORT - NIGHT
                                                            
The men walks through the airport. JB observes a child who
hides behind his mothers dress and peeps from behind her at
them. Young ladies hypnotically stare at them as they walk
briskly past their gate.

Old men and women rush to the other side of the airport when
they see them walk towards the main door to exit.
                                                            
                       JB
What the fuck! whats' up wit all
dat shit.
                                                            
                       DJ
They are wolves, young wolves, old
wolves. They recognize us!
                                                            
Chuck stands at the curbside. He flags down a Yellow Cab.
The three of them squeeze into the back seat. The cab drives
off.
The three men sits silently in the back seat. Their heads
turns from right to left as they observes the city's
skyline.
                                                            
 

28.

EXT. SWISS RECORDING STUDIO - NIGHT
                                                            
The cab pulls up to the curb, the three men get out and foot
steps climb the wide stair way up to the front entrance. DJ
reaches the top first, then JB and Chuck. A tall, body
build, blond hair man dressed in dark slacks and a black
wife beater shirt greets them at the entrance.

They trail behind him into a huge room with all types of
recording equipment, and a huge recording booth. The
equipment and the room sparkles.
                                                            
 
INT. BROOKLYN - PTAH TEMPLE - DAY
                                                            
DJ enters through two huge double doors, Ptah (40)
tall,cultured man, HIP HOP historian, guardian of the HOLY
TABLETS of Destiny. One hundred candles illuminates the long
corridor that leads up to the Sanctuary entrance. Ptah
greets DJ at the entrance.
                                                            
                       PTAH
Ahh! DJ...THE GREAT ONE...Nobody
in HIP HOP's realm match your
speed, intensity, your WORD
SMITHING..you earned the title my
brother!
                                                            
                       DJ
Ptah! The wisest and greatest of
HIP HOP historians. Once guardian
of the Great HOLY TABLETS of
Destiny which now HOUSES the

IMPECCABLE science and culture of
our BELOVED and GREAT HIP HOP
LEGEND AND DYNASTY!
                                                            
DJ turns away from Ptah, flicks a cigarette from behind his
ear, attempts to fire up, extinguish instead.
                                                            
                       DJ
Ptah, I - I
                                                            

29.

                       PTAH
I know what you want DJ...the
tablets. No one knows where they
are, but the Vampires and the
Guardians.

The Vampires can not touch nor
destroy them...Only a Master or
Masters...in this case...You or
JB.
                                                            
                       DJ
Ok, if I fight and defeat them
what will it prove?
                                                            
                       PTAH
HIP HOP is the destiny, human
beings must create. HIP HOP speaks
to the soul, alters the human
condition, and sets a new course

for human greatness...You Will
Save HIP HOP!
                                                            
                       DJ
...and if I don't?
                                                            
                       PTAH
If JB and the vampires gets hold
of the Tablets, and JB rips out
the Hip Hop scrolls, the axis will
reverse orbit...

HIP HOP will cease to exist in the
universe.
                                                            
 
EXT. CONEY ISLAND - BEACHFRONT - NIGHT
                                                            
DJ and Chuck stand at the ocean shore, raindrops hammer down
upon their heads, they don't flinch. A vortex opens, JB and
the V3 s, pounce on DJ and Chuck. JB grabs DJ's throat
lifts him into mid-air. DJ transforms into Jaden, JB
panicks, releases DJ, recoils.

DJ flips, kicks JB ten feet across the beach. V1 attacks DJ,

30.

they wrestle him to the ground. Chuck rendered unconscious
by the V2.
                                                            
                       DJ
      (to JB)
When did you find out 'bout da V3?
                                                            
                       JB
Long before you thought 'bout
telling me mutha fucka!
                                                            
                       DJ
Don't do it JB, they gone use you
to get what they want, then kill
you!
                                                            
V1 releases DJ's neck. He walks towards the other vampires.
Removes a silver ball from his pockets, squeezes it over and
over.
                                                            
                       VAMPIRE 1 (european accent)
Why saving HIP HOP so important to
you?
                                                            
                       DJ
HIP HOP, the voice and soul of the
people everywhere.
                                                            
                       VAMPIRE 1
They are just words cleverly put
together.
                                                            
                       DJ
No, not cleverly,
scientifically...16 bars is a
science of rhythms that

reverberates precisely with the
human heart.

A Beat

you blood suckas won't know
anything 'bout that, now would
you?
                                                            

31.

                       DJ
If you destroy HIP HOP. The world
will cascade into a state of war
like human kind has never known.

Its crucial for the salvation of
future generations.
                                                            
                       JB
Fuck you DJ, fuck da world! I'm
out fo mine...bitch!

A Beat

Kill dat mutha fucka!
                                                            
They walk away and exit through a portal.
                                                            
                       VAMPIRE 1
Funny! I can't kill you, even if I
desired to.
                                                            
DJ draws close to V1
                                                            
                       DJ
I know you can't, not cuz you like
me, but you gave me too much
power!

You can't beat me, can you
bloodsucker?
                                                            
                       VAMPIRE 1
No I cannot, but they can.
                                                            
V1 walks towards the shoreline, a portal opens.
                                                            
                       VAMPIRE 1
Go Underground! I will help you!
                                                            
V1 leaps into the portal. A bolt of lightening crosses the
sky.
                                                            
                                         DREAM STATE
                                                            
 

32.

INT. GARAGE - - NIGHT
                                                            
The room booms with music, speakers stacked high on all
sides, literally shaking the garage door to its foundations.
A little blond hair boy hides in the dark corner, his hands
presses down on both ears.

Three band members...John, Mark, and Matthew stare at each
other as if in some kind of trance as they play their music.
Matthews long, slim fingers travel expeditiously up and down
the guitar strings. John goes insane on the drums, while
Mark drives them home on the keyboard.

A thunderous clap heard over the band. James gazes across
the garage studio, suddenly stops playing. The vampire
glides across the floor. Without a word he lunges like a
black panther, a flash of teeth upon the three band members.
The only melody and harmony was the screams of tortuous
estasy.

Terrified, the boy quickly slap both his hands tightly over
his mouth to smoother the screams of him witnessing his
father, Matthew brutally bitten, stretched out in a puddle
of blood nearly dead.
                                                            
                                         DREAM ENDS
                                                            


FADE OUT.


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From Denise Rosser Date 12/22/2009 ****
Hip Hop and vampires, first of it's kind that I know of. An interesting work!


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