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Organized Chaos Part II: Tomegatherion
by Brandon S. Todd (brandonstodd@abbey.bac.edu)

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A Crack-Head, JAKOB JUSTICE, goes on the run after his brother, JOHNNY, steals from a terrifyingly powerful-figure: KILO BARNES... TYLER TORINO, a magician, is forced to deal with the disappearance of his girlfriend after being INVOLUNTARILY COMMITTED to a mysterious Hospital: 'LIFE-CONTROL'... TRICKEY BREEDLOVE gets a job as a trash-man. Him and THE WASTEPROS simply want to work and support their families...THE KKK, and CAPTAIN KARL NOOSE, have other plans in store for them. DANTE DORVANO, a Hit-Man, must repent and change his ways in order to stop the villainous SUPREME LEADER: LUCIUS CROW...


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ORGANIZED CHAOS PART II: TOMEGATHERION

FADE IN:

EXT. ALLEY-WAY - NIGHT
                                                            
ACT I. IAMCRACKIAM
                                                            
LOCATION: NEW ORLEANS TIME: 4:44 AM YEAR: 2018
                                                            
Dozens of Crows darken the already night-sky as they fly
through an ALLEY-WAY, toward the unscheduled Blood-Moon that
is illuminating everything with a hint of red-tint;
especially with the rain falling as it is. Heavy and
persistent.

Rain trickles down off of the crow's fluttering wings...

The dust never settles in this ALLEY-WAY. By dust, I mean
Cocaine.

A Mulatto MAN, JAKOB JUSTICE, wrestles with this addiction,
much like he does God...

He stands by a barrel of fire, under a rigged-mini-tin-roof,
with his wife and his sister-in-law; they're fellow
cocaine-addicts. JAKOB hits the crack-pipe like it'll be his
last breath.
                                                            
                       JAKOB JUSTICE
      (to-himself,
       narrating)
--The clouds even look like
it...the omnipotent cocaine. "The
Devil's Dandruff". It calls to me,
ever-so-often; when I taste it--I
taste power, freedom, like never
before. God created Man. Man
created crack. It's that
simple--that PERFECT. Or
imperfect. Your choice.---These
crack-heads, they're my family.
I'm waiting on my brother, JOHNNY.
He does as I do; always has.
Crack-head or no, I'm still his
keeper. I'm KAPRIL and KIMBERLY's
keeper too.--We stick
together...and mostly...we smoke
cocaine.---All these moments will
be lost in Time...like Cocaine in
the Snow.---Nothin' beautiful
lasts forever, you know...
                                                            

2.

KIMBERLY and KAPRIL are fiends for cocaine...waiting for
JAKOB to pass the "stem" with a fresh rock.

They lead a hellish existence...
                                                            
                       KIMBERLY
      (in mid-discussion)
If professor X was Mexican, he'd
roll around on a zero-turn.--
      (to JAKOB)
Pass the shit, bro.
                                                            
                       KAPRIL
--Yeah. Pass the stem with a fresh
rock, babe.
                                                            
KAPRIL, KIMBERLY and JAKOB are using books for fuel to burn
their fire in the barrel in the dark ALLEY-WAY.

He passes the pipe to KAPRIL after she lays a smooch on him.
KAPRIL and KIMBERLY are white, as is JAKOB's brother.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
As the three are hitting the remainder of their
crack-cocaine, JAKOB's brother approaches, out-of-breath.
                                                            
                       JOHNNY JUSTICE
--Guys, you won't fucking believe
what I just found...
                                                            
JOHNNY reaches into the pocket of his trench-coat, pulling
out a huge bag of white-powder, exactly 33-grand worth of
soft-cocaine.
                                                            
                       KAPRIL
What--
                                                            
                       KIMBERLY
--the fuck?--
                                                            
                       JAKOB JUSTICE
--Bro, where in the fuck did you
find that?!
                                                            
                       JOHNNY JUSTICE
--A WASTEPRO dumpster, bro.
Nothin' to worry about. This shit
is pure, and it's ours now, JAKOB.
                                                            
                       KAPRIL
--JOHNNY, you robbed the coke-man,
didn't you?--
                                                            

3.

                       KIMBERLY
You stupid fuck...
                                                            
                       JOHNNY JUSTICE
--In a manner of speakin', yes, I
did.
                                                            
JOHNNY pulls a blade in an attempt to open the product for
use.
                                                            
                       JAKOB JUSTICE
--Don't you dare open that,
JOHNNY! We're taking it back to
whoever you stole it from, now!
                                                            
                       JOHNNY JUSTICE
--Why, man? This is a good thing
that's happened to us, and you
wanna fuck this up?!!!
                                                            
                       KAPRIL
--Let's just do a bit.
                                                            
                       KIMBERLY
--Why not?--
                                                            
                       JAKOB JUSTICE
--NO!!! I guarantee you, at this
very moment, the people who lost
that coke are searching for it as
hard as they can...we gotta take
it back; I already know who to...
                                                            
                       JOHNNY JUSTICE
--KILO...okay, man. We'll take it
back to him, maybe he'll give us
some for a finder's fee...
                                                            
                       KAPRIL
You stole coke from KILO BARNES?
                                                            
                       KIMBERLY
We're so fucked.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
The girls pass the stem back to JAKOB. He tokes the oily
crack-pipe...he has to.

Out-of-the-blue, a black 2017 Suburban pulls up into the
ALLEY-WAY. A MAN, Mr. Ruby, extends himself out of the
passenger-window of the vehicle. The shooter has 5 different
Ruby-Rings on his right-hand; hence the name. A signature;

4.

also good for enhancing the knuckles.

JAKOB, panicked, hastily puts the crack-pipe in his pocket.

He, his brother, KAPRIL and KIMBERLY sprint the other way as
MR. RUBY sprays down the ALLEY-WAY with a 100-round-drum
TOMMY-GUN.
                                                            
                       JAKOB JUSTICE
--FUCK! JOHNNY, secure the shit,
we gotta get in THE WOODS!--
                                                            
The bullets miss them as they scurry away with the $33-grand
worth of coke...
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. KILO BARNES' MANSION - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
A, THE BODYGUARD enters the office of KILO BARNES...the son
of BRODY.

KILO(as in "kilogram"), in his early 30's, is just as
powerful, just as smart, and just as ruthless as his father.
He wears BRODY's jewelry, and dresses much like him in his
own business-suit; like a Boss.

He's a mixed-illegitimate bastard; BRODY's half-breed Son,
from a black call-girl. He still inherited a lot of BRODY's
wealth and some of his power.

KILO sits paitently at his oak-wood desk. The office walls
are all-white, and the only ostensible decoration is a
gold-crucifix with Jesus on it, and a mirror...
                                                            
                       THE BODYGUARD
      (to KILO)
--Boss, somebody stole the
drop-off...
                                                            
                       KILO BARNES
--Are you fuckin' kiddin' me?
                                                            
                       THE BODYGUARD
--No, sir. MR. RUBY found 'em but
missed 'em. He said they're
crack-heads...
                                                            
                       KILO BARNES
      (with a
       powerful-deep-voice)
--Tell RUBY take 'em the fuck out,
NOW!!! Hunt 'em. Bait 'em.
            (MORE)

5.

                       KILO BARNES (cont'd)
Whatever to get my powder back.
                                                            
                       THE BODYGUARD
--You got it, Boss.--
                                                            
                       KILO BARNES
--Get the car ready, get me to THE
PIT. I have a scheduled
torturing-session; some cop took
more than his fair-share.
                                                            
                       THE BODYGUARD
Sir, Yes, Sir!
                                                            
KILO BARNES looks in the mirror of his office, and puts on a
tie as THE BODYGUARD exits...

He stares at himself as he gets the tie just right.
                                                            
                       KILO BARNES
      (narrating)
--WE ARE NEVER DECEIVED. WE
DECEIVE OURSELVES--This is
America. A country built on lies
and blood. Ever since my pops
died, I don't know who to believe,
but I'm findin' plenty folks to
kill...this world is in a state of
CHAOS. Most everything is fallin'
to hell. Every move I make, every
path is a deadly-risk. My
father's--MY EMPIRE is crumbling.
I've gotta regain control and
expand before it's too late. THE
CHAOS CAN CONSUME ANYONE...
                                                            
KILO puts a fedora on his lengthy head-of-hair...he also
puts on his vintage London-Fog coat, and prepares to depart.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. THE-PIT - LATER
                                                            
A beaten, battered, destroyed COP is strapped to a table in
THE PIT; a torture-chamber.

He can't speak as his face is taped-shut.

KILO removes his Fedora and his coat, laying them on a table
to the side.


6.

He approaches THE COP; THE BODYGUARD and 5 other GUARDS
stand ready for KILO...
                                                            
                       KILO BARNES
--You're a Cop, and a Thief, huh?
Not satisfied with your
already-too-high of a cut, huh?
                                                            
KILO rips the tape off of the mouth of the cop.
                                                            
                       THE COP
      (barely able to
       speak, spitting
       up blood)
--M--MR. KILO, please...
                                                            
                       KILO BARNES
--My father taught me that a
beggar is no better than a bug;
all of them must be squashed, to
kill the noise.--
                                                            
                       THE COP
--W-what do you want, man? You
want the money back? I'll get it
to you! Ten-fold!--Everything is
under control, man, just let me
pay you back!
                                                            
                       KILO BARNES
--CONTROL IS A MYTH...CHAOS--CHAOS
IS ABSOLUTE. IT IS DIVINE, my
petrified friend.--The universe
was birthed out of chaos. We
organize chaos to meet our means.
Without THE ORDER, we would fall
and be consumed by Nature, but
with THE ORDER all can be
redeemed. Order and Control are
not the same thing. ORDER REQUIRES
CHAOS...Today--today you'll
experience ORGANIZED CHAOS, by my
hands...
                                                            
MR. KILO grabs a surgical tool near him, and proceeds to
tear-off THE COP's eye-lids and gouges out his eye-balls...
                                                            
                       THE COP
      (face-bloodied)
--AaHHH!!!---
                                                            
KILO BARNES grabs another tool...
                                                            

7.

                       KILO BARNES
--My FATHER TAUGHT ME THAT CHAOS
IS NECESSARY!!!---
                                                            
The Boss cuts off THE COP's ears with tremendous effort...
                                                            
THE COP clings to the world of the living...
                                                            
                       KILO BARNES
      (smiling)
--My good sir, you will see no
evil, hear no evil--nor will you
speak it any longer...
                                                            
KILO grabs another tool with his bloody-hands...
                                                            
                       THE COP
      (losing his soul)
--N--NO!!!
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
EXT. THE WOODS - LATER
                                                            
JAKOB, JOHNNY, KAPRIL, and KIMBERLY are all unnerved,
resting in THE WOODS. It's quite dark, but JAKOB has built
them a sustainable fire for warmth and sight's sake, as the
rain has calmed down...
                                                            
                       JAKOB JUSTICE
--JOHNNY, they're gonna--they're
gonna kill us...if we step-foot
back out into the city, they're
gonna fucking take our souls...
                                                            
                       JOHNNY JUSTICE
--If they don't though, think of
how much fucking crack we're gonna
have, bro.
                                                            
                       KAPRIL
--You want cocaine that'll put you
in a casket?
                                                            
                       KIMBERLY
It's not a choice. It's give back
the coke and maybe live, or keep
the coke and die...speakin' of
which, can I hit the stem, JAKOB,
please?
                                                            

8.

JAKOB nods, and passes KIMBERLY the pipe...she hits it
fiendishly. They all do...
                                                            
                       JAKOB JUSTICE
--JOHNNY, give me the work.
                                                            
                       JOHNNY JUSTICE
--Okay, bro.--
                                                            
JOHNNY hands JAKOB the coke, it's not all that much...IT IS
PURE...JAKOB stashes it on his person.
                                                            
Suddenly, wood can be heard breaking...bullets then come
flying by the four crack-heads...

They're being hunted, and they flee with all they got...
                                                            
                       JAKOB JUSTICE
RUN!!!
                                                            
KIMBERLY and KAPRIL immediately get tagged with a couple of
bullets right in the legs; they scream in pain.

MR. RUBY is precise with his gun.

JOHNNY stops as does JAKOB.
                                                            
                       JOHNNY JUSTICE
-No!!!
                                                            
KIMBERLY and KAPRIL within seconds get shot in the head, the
both of 'em.
                                                            
                       JAKOB JUSTICE
      (running away)
--We gotta go, man! Now! They're
dead, we can't do nothin'!!!
                                                            
JAKOB looks back as he runs, and JOHNNY gets filled with
lead by MR. RUBY's gun...

His ruby rings can be seen even in THE DARK WOODS...

JAKOB keeps on runnin'...

MR. RUBY walks up to the wounded JOHNNY JUSTICE.
                                                            
                       JOHNNY JUSTICE
      (coughing blood)
--W-w-why???---
                                                            
MR. RUBY stands over JOHNNY.
                                                            

9.

                       MR. RUBY
      (points weapon at
       JOHNNY)
--You know you had this comin'...
                                                            
                       JOHNNY JUSTICE
--I reckon so...
                                                            
MR. RUBY fires 10 more rounds into JOHNNY, killin' 'em dead.

JAKOB JUSTICE keeps moving as quick as he can away from THE
CHAOS; with the coke on him...however, he knows he can't run
forever.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. THE MEETING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
13 white men are seated behind a gigantic golden-table in
golden-seats...

The floor of this meeting-room is black-and-white,
checkered; the walls are the same. The place is
optically-hallucinatory. There's a giant painting; of Judas
grabbing Jesus by the collar, yelling in God's face.

The subservient MASTERS are led by MR. G, MR. SIN, and MR.
DARK...

The men are the leaders of THE ORDER; a type of new-Mafia.
They all have on black and white suits with all-black ties.
Their rings match as well; they have on them the symbol of
the all-seeing-Eye.

KILO BARNES also has that same ring on. He stands in front
of them, his MASTERS; only him.
                                                            
                       MR. G
--What do you have to say for
yourself? How in God's name have
you lost 30 thousand dollars worth
of product?--We also got word that
you yourself killed a POLICE
OFFICER, are you mad?
                                                            
                       KILO BARNES
--I have no excuse, MASTERS...
                                                            
                       MR. DARK
--Retrieve the merchandise, or you
pay us back triple the cost...that
was pure as it comes, son. You've
fucked up, and you gotta make it
            (MORE)

10.

                       MR. DARK (cont'd)
right, one way or another. And,
you, your men, are not to kill
another COP--ever--unless we say
otherwise.
                                                            
The other 10 Masters nod yet remain silent.
                                                            
                       KILO BARNES
-Understood.--
                                                            
                       MR. SIN
--Your Father never made such
mistakes.--We miss his leadership.
He was--he was more organized.
                                                            
                       MR. G
MR. DARK and I agree with MR. SIN.
Your prideful blindness is
affecting us all, KILO.
                                                            
                       KILO BARNES
--Well, he's not coming back from
the dead...you know, instead of
lecturing me, you fucks oughta be
tryin' to help me out!--
                                                            
                       MR. G
      (slams a gavel)
--SILENCE, YOU BASTARD
SON-OF-A-WHORE!!!---I believe the
Almighty Father invented men like
my colleagues and I, because he
knew half-breed monkeys like you
would emerge to fuck things up.
                                                            
                       KILO BARNES
--That's how you feel, MASTER?
I've broke my back for THE ORDER!
I've spent the better half of my
life serving you fools! And, for
what? To be treated like a
token-house-nigger? FUCK
THAT!--You all have damaged my
father's legacy and taken all the
money from his organization for
yourselves. You've exploited me in
the process. You greedy fucks will
get what's coming...
                                                            
                       MR. DARK
--BRODY IS NO MORE--WE ARE THE
ORDER NOW! Submit to the present
Evil, lest a greater one befall
            (MORE)

11.

                       MR. DARK (cont'd)
you.--You're fallible. Act as so.
We are the puppeteers.
                                                            
                       MR. SIN
--It's simple for us to cut one's
strings, KILO.
                                                            
                       KILO BARNES
      (consumed with
       rage)
--I knew this meeting wouldn't go
smoothly...Ah, well--I'm prepared.
All while you boys are talkin'
shit, I got 10 shooters on the
way; 30 seconds out...this, my
MASTERS, is a takeover. A
non-negotiable one, nonetheless.
Good day, to you, sirs.--Oh, and
fret not, My BODYGUARD has slayed
your respective guards already; so
don't bother tryin' to finagle out
of this shit.
                                                            
MR. G, MR. DARK, MR. SIN and the others try to escape...the
side-doors are locked from the outside.
                                                            
As KILO exits the MEETING ROOM, the 10 shooters enter and
spray the 13 old white men...riddling them with bullets.

Blood is more than spilled...
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. THE ORDER'S HQ - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
THE BODYGUARD is still punching the death out of the 13
other guards who watch the HQ; one at a time, makin' sure
they stay down.

KILO moves through THE ORDER's HQ with ease; no one is
contesting him as everybody in the building is dead.
                                                            
                       KILO BARNES
--Yo, get the BRIEFCASE...it's in
the MEETING ROOM. I didn't want to
get blood on my suit.
                                                            
                       THE BODYGUARD
--Yes, Boss.--
                                                            

12.

                       KILO BARNES
--Then get the car ready. I need
to get MY coke back.
Tonight--tonight those thieves
will know the true meaning of
pain...
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. KILO'S BUGATTI - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
KILO, in the passenger as his Black-BUGATTI moves, opens up
the BRIEFCASE...it is his father BRODY's.

When he opens it, light blares out and glimmers on KILO's
face as well as THE BODYGUARD's.
                                                            
                       THE BODYGUARD
--What am I looking at, KILO?
                                                            
                       KILO BARNES
--You look at the road,
dumb-fuck.---IT'S NANO-BYTES and
MINIATURE-QUANTUM
PROCESSORS...nothin' you'd
understand.
                                                            
The miniaturized-Quantum processors are computer-chips,
basically, yet they are far more advanced than any tech on
earth. The nano-bytes are flowing through vein-like circuits
in a contraption, adjacent to the processors.

KILO calls MR. RUBY...
                                                            
                       MR. RUBY
      (through the phone)
--Yes, Boss?
                                                            
                       KILO BARNES
      (into the phone)
I got the tech. Did you get who
took my shit?
                                                            
                       MR. RUBY
--I killed 3 of 'em. 2 females, 1
male; there's a guy still on the
loose. I'm finding traces of
him...I'm not killin' him; he's
gettin' questioned.
                                                            

13.

                       KILO BARNES
--Good, MR. RUBY. Call me if
anything changes. If you get the
bastard, bring him directly to me.
                                                            
                       MR. RUBY
--Will do, Sir.
                                                            
KILO hangs up as he cruises to his HQ in his BUGATTI with
his BODYGUARD.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. THE WAFFLE-HOUSE - LATER
                                                            
JAKOB runs inside of a WAFFLE-HOUSE. He has the stuff
stashed on his person.
                                                            
                       WAITRESS
--Welcome to--
                                                            
                       JAKOB JUSTICE
      (sweating, panting)
--Lady, listen. I--my family, they
were killed. Someone is after me!
Help me, please!
                                                            
                       WAITRESS
--I know you, you're that
crack-head always hangin' around
here, gettin' high. You get out
now, or I'm calling the PO---
                                                            
                       JAKOB JUSTICE
      (taking cover)
--Shit!!!--
                                                            
A bullet hits the WAITRESS in the face before she can finish
her sentence.

Myriad bullets come flying into the restaurant, killing all
the employees in a flash. JAKOB jumps behind the counter.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
EXT. WAFFLE-HOUSE - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
3 Shooters and MR. RUBY reload their automatic weapons...

They wait a moment.
                                                            

14.

                       MR. RUBY
--You! THIEF! Show yourself...no
use in tryna' hide no more.
There's a trackin' device in the
package! Thought you'd figured
that out by now...thank you for
makin' it easy. Now, if you don't
come out and surrender, then we're
coming in, and draggin' you out...
                                                            
JAKOB shows himself, with his hands raised...

He gives himself up to MR. RUBY.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. KILO'S WAREHOUSE - MORNING
                                                            
JAKOB JUSTICE is restrained to a chair--in a random-room of
KILO's WAREHOUSE. It's empty besides the chair;
wooden-walls, has one-window.

MR. RUBY is punching the living-hell out of JAKOB with his
Ruby-covered hand. THE BODYGUARD is standing by the door.
                                                            
                       MR. RUBY
      (punching JAKOB)
--You're just sweat off the ass of
the streets, you fuckin'
crack-head. You're about as
worthless as 3 stacks of
shit.--You're so fucked, my
friend. I don't think you have any
fucking idea what you've gotten
yourself into.
                                                            
                       THE BODYGUARD
--No Lie.
                                                            
                       JAKOB JUSTICE
--I'm killin' the both of ya...I
AM KILLING ALL OF YOU!
                                                            
KILO walks into the room as JAKOB yells at the top of his
lungs.

MR. RUBY discontinues the beating and steps to the side.
                                                            
                       KILO BARNES
--How so? As Death is upon you. I
put the girls and the fella you
were with in vats of acid, after
skinnin' their corpses. You will
            (MORE)

15.

                       KILO BARNES (cont'd)
be treated very much the same
after we're through here. Now,
tell me your name.
                                                            
                       JAKOB JUSTICE
--JAKOB. JAKOB JUSTICE.
                                                            
                       KILO BARNES
--That's a ironic name for a
thief.
                                                            
                       JAKOB JUSTICE
--It's an ironic world, now, ain't
it? KILO.
                                                            
JAKOB tries with all he's got to look to his side. He sees
MR. RUBY has a pistol on his right-side, and he's standing
to the left of JAKOB.
                                                            
                       KILO BARNES
I'm not surprised you know who I
am. Everybody knows I'm the once
and future king.
                                                            
                       JAKOB JUSTICE
--How tall are you, man?
                                                            
                       KILO BARNES
6'7
                                                            
                       JAKOB JUSTICE
--I didn't know they made twats
that big...
                                                            
KILO pulls a knife with a brutally sharp blade...
                                                            
                       KILO BARNES
      (walking toward
       JAKOB)
--Does Justice bleed?
                                                            
                       JAKOB JUSTICE
-AaHHH!!!--
                                                            
JAKOB summons his strength and breaks free from the chair.

Within an instant, he grabs MR. RUBY, and seizes his
revolver out of its holster. JAKOB backs into the
corner...taking aim at KILO, but he doesn't fire. THE
BODYGUARD and KILO pull their pistols.

THE BODYGUARD steps forward cautiously, as JAKOB, still

16.

using Mr. Ruby as a shield, is cycling his aim between him
and KILO.
                                                            
                       KILO BARNES
      (putting his
       pistol away)
--He ain't got the balls to shoot
me or ya'll--make this fool
dead.--
                                                            
KILO elusively exits the room, and locks it shut.

As soon as it shuts, JAKOB empties 2 rounds, one in the
chest and one in the head, into THE BODYGUARD at rapid
speed; killing him on-the-spot.

JAKOB pushes MR. RUBY and shoots him twice, without
hesitation; once in the back, and JAKOB shoots MR. RUBY's
hand off, making his Ruby rings fall to the ground.

JAKOB is quite the marksman for a crack-head.
                                                            
                       MR. RUBY
      (wounded, spits
       blood)
--You won't make it two steps
outside of that door! I promise
you!
                                                            
                       JAKOB JUSTICE
--Duly Noted.--
                                                            
JAKOB backs up and then runs toward the window. He shoots
out the glass, with 1 round, and he jumps out of the window.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
EXT. KILO'S WAREHOUSE - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
JAKOB, with the pistol he took, lands on his back outside on
the ground. It's a 25 foot drop. JAKOB still gets up, and
gets moving.

The alarm starts going off.

JAKOB runs past barrels, containing ETHER, toward the
gated-entrance of KILO's WAREHOUSE...

All the gun-men, 50 or so shooters, a wounded MR. RUBY and
KILO chase the eloping JAKOB JUSTICE.

There are still about 100 people in THE WAREHOUSE, those who

17.

work for KILO.

He finally stops and turns around, with no escape; he points
the gun at KILO.
                                                            
                       MR. RUBY
How many rounds you got left?
                                                            
                       JAKOB JUSTICE
      (breathing heavy,
       checking the gun)
--1--
                                                            
                       KILO BARNES
      (smiles,
       condescending)
--You're out-gunned. Why don't you
just--
                                                            
Subsequent to KILO's utterance, JAKOB switches his aim to
the ETHER-barrels to the side of the HQ and takes
one-shot...

A massive explosion transpires...

KILO BARNES, MR. RUBY, and their entire crew are completely
consumed in flames.

JAKOB blacks out...
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. HOSPITAL-ROOM - DAY
                                                            
JAKOB awakens on a hospital bed...

An FBI-Agent is sitting in a chair across from him.
                                                            
                       SPECIAL AGENT CHESS
--Hey, kid. They said you'd wake
up soon...your body was just in a
state of shock; from all you went
through...the cocaine and all.
                                                            
                       JAKOB JUSTICE
      (confused)
--Who the--who the hell are you?
                                                            
                       SPECIAL AGENT CHESS
--I'm SPECIAL AGENT CHESS with the
FBI. I'm here to ask you some
questions. But, first---we'd like
to thank you, young man. You took
            (MORE)

18.

                       SPECIAL AGENT CHESS (cont'd)
out KILO BARNES and his entire
operation; literally...you did
more work than we could've done in
15 years, in one day. I personally
want to thank you. I have a
daughter who died from overdosing
on KILO's product--I've been
trying to nail the son-of-a-bitch
for years. I think you've stopped
a fuck-ton of people from OD'ing
today by destroying KILO's base
and product. We found some other
bodies. I assume they were friends
of yours...I'm sorry if you lost
some people.--But, for what's it's
worth, you're a hero. We're not
jailing you. We're sending you to
one of the finest hospitals in the
state: 'LIFE-CONTROL'. How does
that sound?
                                                            
                       JAKOB JUSTICE
--Hell. I ain't never touching
cocaine again. I'm ready to get
clean. I could use Rehab,
honestly. I been doing that shit
since I was 15, man. I owe it
to---I just appreciate you guys
understanding the situation.
                                                            
JAKOB extends his hand. He and AGENT CHESS shake hands.
                                                            
                       SPECIAL AGENT CHESS
--Now I gotta get to the
questions--the first being, what's
your name? You're not in any
database...
                                                            
                       JAKOB JUSTICE
---IAMcrackIAM---
                                                            
                                         CUT TO BLACK:
                                                            
 
INT. WHITE-ROOM - NIGHT
                                                            
LOCATION: CHARLOTTE, NC TIME - 4:44 AM YEAR: 2021
                                                            
ACT II. INVOLUNTARY-COMMITMENT
                                                            
A teenager awakens...in a WHITE-ROOM--wearing all white
clothes; a patient's outfit...

19.


The boy is mixed; of the black and white races. He has a
full head of black hair, no facial hair. He's about 5 ft 10,
and somewhat athletic...

He is strapped to a table...the straps are quite thick and
they're inescapable.

As the young, dark-haired, olive-skinned teen snaps to, a
DOCTOR, in his early 60's, walks into the very secure, and
brightly lit WHITE-ROOM...
                                                            
                       TYLER TORINO
      (somewhat
       tranquilized yet
       angry)
--What the living fuck?--Get these
Goddamn straps off of me!!!
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
THE DOCTOR, wearing a lab-coat, seals the room shut. There
is a chair to the side, against the wall. DOCTOR COTOMAN
grabs, then drags the chair toward TYLER TORINO.

A unnerving screeching sound is made by the chair dragging
the ground.

DR. COTOMAN calmly sits in the chair to the right of
TYLER...
                                                            
                       DR. COTOMAN
--Hello, MR. TORINO. May I call
you TYLER? Skip all the
formality?--
                                                            
                       TYLER TORINO
      (struggling to get
       free)
--You can call me Susie and slap
me silly for all I give a shit.
Just loosen these restraints and
let me off this table, sir!--
                                                            
                       DR. COTOMAN
--It's DOCTOR, actually. DOCTOR
COTOMAN. And, I apologize,
genuinely but I cannot set you
free. You're an elopement risk,
and from what I hear, you're quite
dangerous.--A Magician is what I'm
told is your occupation.
                                                            

20.

                       TYLER TORINO
      (unable to affect
       the restraints)
--I want my lawyer, now.--
                                                            
                       DR. COTOMAN
--I have someone else I'd like for
you to speak to, here momentarily.
Until then, TYLER, I must inform
you of why you're here.--You've
been INVOLUNTARILY COMMITTED to
this institution for subversive
activities and suspected homicidal
and suicidal ideations.--
                                                            
                       TYLER TORINO
--Where am I?--
                                                            
                       DR. COTOMAN
LIFE-CONTROL. Prior to your
pick-up, you displayed potentially
harmful and rather erratic
behavior. You were subdued and
transported here by the Police. It
took 7 of them to take you down,
young man. That's quite
impressive.
                                                            
                       TYLER TORINO
--DOCTOR COTOMAN. You're making a
huge mistake. I have broken no
law, or done anything, man. Under
whose order have I been
committed?--
                                                            
                       DR. COTOMAN
THE STATE, TYLER. Now, I would
like to introduce you to AGENT
BRIAN WOLF. He's in charge of
interrogating you...call it, uh,
necessity--you're considered a
threat to the public, especially
in regard to your "magical"
abilities. AGENT WOLF is merely a
means for us to extract as much
information from you as possible,
so that we may treat you...
                                                            
                       TYLER TORINO
--I think you mean kill me.--
                                                            

21.

                       DR. COTOMAN
--Young man, if we were going to
kill you, you'd already be dead.--
      (pats TYLER on the
       shoulder)
Just be honest with AGENT WOLF. He
is a good man, just trying to do
his job. Like us, here at
LIFE-CONTROL, he cares.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
DR. COTOMAN gets up from the chair, and he exits the
WHITE-ROOM.

AGENT WOLF enters as the DOCTOR exits...

The AGENT, in his early 50's, is wearing your typical
'FBI-type' suit...however, this man is with THE CIA.
                                                            
                       AGENT WOLF
--MR. TORINO. It's a pleasure to
finally lay eyes on You, good sir.
How are you?--
                                                            
                       TYLER TORINO
I'm a Cunt-hair away from killing
all of you...
                                                            
                       AGENT WOLF
Hmmm...interesting
response--especially from a kid
your age...so, do you prefer
TYLER? Or, 'THE GREAT BARIAH'?
                                                            
Tyler is shocked by the utterance of that name...
                                                            
                       TYLER TORINO
So, you know a little something
about me, huh? What are you?
Asshole buddies with the president
or something?
                                                            
                       AGENT WOLF
I know that you somehow magically
rob ATM's, draining them of all
their contents. I know you sleep
alone at night, on the streets,
hoarding cash in the sewer for a
great getaway. I know you're an
orphan, you have an o-positive
blood-type. I know you like
Pancakes for breakfast. And, that
you long for MICHELLE SMITH every
            (MORE)

22.

                       AGENT WOLF (cont'd)
single day. The girlfriend that
went missing...when was it, TYLER?
2017?--
                                                            
A tear of rage falls down TYLER TORINO's hardened face.
                                                            
                       TYLER TORINO
--I see you've done your homework.
AGENT WOLF.--
                                                            
                       AGENT WOLF
Yes indeed, TYLER. Now, please
explain to me, just for my own
need-to-know--why do you call
yourself 'THE GREAT BARIAH'?
                                                            
                       TYLER TORINO
--Bariah...Bariah is in the Bible.
It's means 'Fugitive'--or 'Fleeing
One'.--
                                                            
The intimidating AGENT pulls a yellow notepad and a pen from
his business jacket...
                                                            
                       AGENT WOLF
      (starts writing
       notes down)
That you are...that you are. Now,
TYLER for transparency's sake,
please fill me in on your
day-to-day. Not as a civilian, but
as a magician. I hear that you're
a talented young fellow when it
comes to the dark arts.--
                                                            
                       TYLER TORINO
--Okay, you fucking Gestapo
pig...I'll play your little game
of inquisition...I first used
Magic to get chicks when I was
younger. It just kind of evolved
from there...
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. SCHOOL CLASSROOM - MORNING
                                                            
YEAR: 2016
                                                            
TYLER sits in a CLASSROOM...they've said the pledge of
allegiance, and all are quiet. Attendance has been taken.

23.


A beautiful young lady sits beside TYLER. Her name is
MICHELLE SMITH. It is the first day of 7th Grade...
                                                            
                       MICHELLE
      (flirtatiously to
       TYLER)
--Hey there.--
      (smiles)
I'm MICHELLE.
                                                            
                       TYLER TORINO
Hey--you wanna see a Magic Trick?
                                                            
The young girl is caught off guard by the young boy's
request, but she is curious as any girl would be.

Everybody loves a magic trick.
                                                            
                       TYLER TORINO
      (pulls a quarter
       from his pocket)
Carefully watch the quarter, if
you will.
                                                            
                       MICHELLE
      (focuses in on the
       coin)
Okay.
                                                            
TYLER places his hand directly over the coin, and he makes
it move as his hand moves...slowly but sure-as-day, he makes
the quarter move.

This absolutely excites the young lady.
                                                            
                       MICHELLE
      (smiling even more
       than before)
Can you do another, please?
                                                            
                       TYLER TORINO
How about at lunch?
                                                            
                       MICHELLE
Yes. I can't wait.
                                                            
The timid TYLER TORINO smiles back at MICHELLE.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 

24.

INT. WHITE-ROOM - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
In the present day of 2021, in LIFE-CONTROL, TYLER continues
on explaining himself to AGENT WOLF...
                                                            
                       TYLER TORINO
      (chokes up a bit)
--I--developed my...abilities
further. I gained more experience,
and the next thing I knew I was
doing street magic.--
                                                            
                       AGENT WOLF
--Go On.--
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
EXT. CITY STREET - MORNING
                                                            
YEAR: 2018
                                                            
TYLER is standing in front of a small crowd of about 12
people on a busy CITY SIDEWALK in CHARLOTTE, NORTH CAROLINA.
                                                            
He does a card trick.

Lifting a deck with his left hand, TYLER miraculously makes
the cards stick to his hand without holding them with his
thumb; the deck stays in place.

The people stand in pure amazement. Climatically, TYLER
makes all the cards separate and levitate, spread out
one-by-one in front of his hand.

He then pulls the cards back in, they stick back to his hand
and he grips them with his thumb.

The people cheer and clap at this trick.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
                       TYLER TORINO
      (points to a
       female)
Now...will all those surrounding
the lady, please move aside.
                                                            
There aren't many people, he's just being a showman.

TYLER standing about 25 ft away from the female, lifts his
hands and suddenly the woman's skirt flies upward, exposing
her purple thong to the folks watching.

25.


The woman is quite embarrassed.
                                                            
                       WOMAN
--You fucking Asshole!!!-
                                                            
                       WOMAN'S BOYFRIEND
That's not Magic, dude! What kind
of shit you tryna pull?!
                                                            
The WOMAN's BOYFRIEND walks up to TYLER and pushes him.
                                                            
                       TYLER TORINO
I'll show you magic...
                                                            
TYLER raises his right hand, and subsequently, the WOMAN's
BOYFRIEND begins floating...

Nothing is holding him up. Gravity is completely defied with
this act...
                                                            
                       WOMAN'S BOYFRIEND
      (screaming like a
       little bitch)
--Aah!!!--
                                                            
TYLER slams him to the ground with the sway of his hand...

He then looks at both of his hands, in great awe, and runs
away from the small crowd of shocked onlookers.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. WHITE-ROOM - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
AGENT WOLF continues his interrogation of MR. TORINO.
                                                            
                       AGENT WOLF
--Did this occur after or before
your girlfriend went missing?--
                                                            
                       TYLER TORINO
After...
                                                            
                       AGENT WOLF
Aah--I see.
                                                            
                       TYLER TORINO
I'd rather not talk about HER...
                                                            

26.

                       AGENT WOLF
--As you wish. Now, continue with
your--story.
                                                            
                       TYLER TORINO
No, sir. First--You tell me a
little about yourself. How the
fuck am I supposed to believe that
you're a real agent?
                                                            
                       AGENT WOLF
--Wow. I appreciate your
forwardness, young man.
Okay...I'll tell ya bit about
me--I served in the military for 9
years--I've done covert operations
since 93' with the CIA. I trained
AGENT KIMBO ORANGE...you may have
heard of him. My name is BRIAN
WOLF, and I'm your worst fucking
nightmare, you little-shit...I was
waterboarding Jihadists while you
were coming out of the woom.
                                                            
                       TYLER TORINO
That was a mouthful. You practice
that before you walked in?
                                                            
                       AGENT WOLF
--NO. I practiced this!--
                                                            
AGENT WOLF pulls a hi-tech injector from out-of-nowhere and
stabs TYLER in the neck, implanting something horrific...
                                                            
                       TYLER TORINO
Fuck!
                                                            
                       AGENT WOLF
I've just injected you with the
most advanced RFID chip on the
planet. You, TYLER TORINO, are now
property of the US government. You
have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say or do, will NOT
be used in the court of Law, as
you are no longer a citizen of the
United States...you are now--good
as dead.
                                                            
TYLER can't break free.

Spontaneously, DOCTOR COTOMAN walks in along with two very
built TECHS.

27.


TECH #1 and TECH #2 hold TYLER down after both of them punch
him in the face. THE DOCTOR administers a tranquilizer into
TYLER's blood-stream, knocking him unconscious.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. CELL 423 - NIGHT
                                                            
3 DAYS LATER...
                                                            
TYLER wakes up, completely lethargic.

However, he quickly regains consciousness. He is in CELL
423: SOLITARY.

The cell has blue walls, no bed, a small vent that pumps
sedation gas---there's feces, blood, and things no human
should ever be subjected to on the cold-hard floor of cell
423.

The words: "FREEDOM OVER ALL" are written on one of the
walls in dry-blood.
                                                            
                       TYLER TORINO
Hey!!! You people can't do this!!!
Let me out of here!!!
                                                            
THE two TECHS immediately come into the CELL and beat the
living hell out of TYLER...

They beat him bloody.
                                                            
                       TECH #1
You don't speak, unless spoken to.
Got it?
                                                            
                       TECH #2
Play nice when the doc comes in,
or we'll put ya down.
                                                            
DOCTOR COTOMAN walks into the CELL.
                                                            
                       DR. COTOMAN
Hello, TYLER. It's DOCTOR COTOMAN
How are we today? Good I hope. You
will be fed after I'm done with
you here. I just have a few things
I need to take care of with you.
                                                            
                       TYLER TORINO
--What's your real fucking name?--
                                                            

28.

                       DR. COTOMAN
--WOLF. COTOMAN WOLF, my
friend.--But, that's
unimportant--TYLER, I need you to
be compliant with me. See, you
give me information. Not the other
way around. A man who calls
himself 'THE GREAT BARIAH' surely
must know that he shouldn't resist
authorities when they have him in
custody. As we do, with you now.
What would MICHELLE think of such
things???
                                                            
                       TYLER TORINO
      (unsettled by the
       DOCTOR's
       revelational last
       name)
You piece of shit! Why do you
people keep on mentioning
MICHELLE?!
                                                            
                       DR. COTOMAN
--BECAUSE WE HAVE HER HERE, WITH
US...
                                                            
                       TYLER TORINO
--W-w-what the fuck did you just
say?--
                                                            
                       DR. COTOMAN
Yes, you heard me correctly. She's
been here for quite sometime. And,
like you, she is never leaving.
                                                            
The TECHS elbow and knee TYLER, forcing him on his knees.

THE DOCTOR pulls a needle full of Haldol, and pumps TYLER
full of it.

TECH #1 hits him with another right hook.
                                                            
                       DR. COTOMAN
Now, TYLER. I'm going to reunite
you with MICHELLE in a few days
time--I have to let your meds kick
in, so you're not a threat to my
staff or my brother. You are about
to get your meal, so that should
cheer you up. And, kid, I gotta
tell ya; you're not a magician.
You're an anomaly. You're KINETIC.
By the time I'm done with you, I'm
            (MORE)

29.

                       DR. COTOMAN (cont'd)
going to have you wholeheartedly
serving OUR PROGRAM. What an ASSET
you'll be...Until then, however,
enjoy your meal. You won't have
another for 3 days...
                                                            
TYLER lies on the floor of CELL 423, almost utterly
defeated.

DOCTOR COTOMAN and his TECHS exit CELL 423, all three with a
vile smile on their faces.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
EXT. MOVIE-THEATRE - NIGHT
                                                            
YEAR: 2017
                                                            
MICHELLE SMITH and TYLER are standing outside of the
MOVIE-THEATRE...

They've just viewed The new 'Spider-Man' film. Both are
having a good time, on their little date.
                                                            
They pause...then they kiss.

MICHELLE reaches back.
                                                            
                       MICHELLE
--I know this is bad timing, but I
have to pee really bad.--
                                                            
                       TYLER TORINO
Go ahead, I'll be right here
waiting for you.
                                                            
                       MICHELLE
Okay. Promise?
                                                            
                       TYLER TORINO
I Promise, MICHELLE.
                                                            
She goes into the Theatre to use the Restroom.
                                                            
5 MINUTES LATER
                                                            
                       TYLER TORINO
      (finds a cigarette
       short on the
       ground and lights
       it)
Hell, maybe she had to drop a
            (MORE)

30.

                       TYLER TORINO (cont'd)
deuce.
                                                            
17 MINUTES LATER
                                                            
                       TYLER TORINO
      (soliloquy)
Fuck this. She can't be taking
this long, our fucking ride is
almost here.
                                                            
TYLER enters the MOVIE-THEATRE. There are countless people
inside. He doesn't even know where the restroom is in the
place.

Walking around he finds MICHELLE's wallet lying on the
ground.

He finally finds the female restroom and enters.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. REST-ROOM - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
TYLER makes his way into the girls' restroom cautiously, not
wanting to cause any disturbance.

He calls for Her, from the entryway.
                                                            
                       TYLER TORINO
MICHELLE.
      (goes further in
       the restroom)
MICHELLE???
                                                            
She's not there.

He exits, in a dead panic.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. THEATRE - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
                       TYLER TORINO
      (panicking)
MICHELLE!!!
                                                            
The girl is gone...been so for many, many minutes, hours,
and days. Too many...
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 

31.

INT. CELL 423 - MORNING
                                                            
DAY 13
                                                            
TYLER jolts awake from his flashback beside a bowl of
'slop'. He hears a noise...

A truck of somekind. He jumps up to look out of the small
barred window at the top of the wall of CELL 423.

He sees a Garbage Truck. A WASTEPRO Truck.
                                                            
                       TYLER TORINO
Help!!! Help!!! My Girlfriend is
trapped in here!!!
                                                            
The Glass is sound-proof from the outside. And, one-sided,
only he can see through it.

No one hears his cry for help. No one, except the TECHS.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
TECH #1 and TECH #2 proceed to enter, and they act as if
they're going to beat on TYLER. He flinches...

They forcefully grab him and black bag him, escorting him
out of CELL 423...
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. DOCTOR COTOMAN'S LAB - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
The TECH's coerce TYLER to sit down...

TECH #1 lifts the black bag off of TYLER's face. TYLER sees
AGENT WOLF holding a pistol, DR. COTOMAN standing beside two
needles and 2 other TECHS, not counting #1 and #2.

He also sees, seated right across from him...MICHELLE.
                                                            
                       TYLER TORINO
      (heart beats
       heavily)
A-are you okay? Have they hurt
you?
                                                            
MICHELLE is pale, and she is somewhat in a vegetable state.
However, she cracks a little smile. She doesn't respond to
TYLER's question.
                                                            

32.

                       DR. COTOMAN
TYLER, will you move a quarter for
me?
                                                            
                       TYLER TORINO
Burn in Hell, you communist
faggot!
                                                            
                       DR. COTOMAN
Now, TYLER, we would like to see
your abilities. We need to see how
well your "magic" works, and in
order to do that we need to unlock
your power. We'll do so this way.
      (nods at his
       brother, AGENT
       WOLF)
If he doesn't move that fucking
quarter, you blow Her fucking head
off.
                                                            
                       AGENT WOLF
Yes, brother.
                                                            
The TECHS let go of TYLER.
                                                            
                       TYLER TORINO
--You wanna see my abilities?--
                                                            
                       DR. COTOMAN
Yes, we do, Mr. TORINO.
                                                            
                       TYLER TORINO
--Okay.--
                                                            
Within moments the table...the whole LAB starts shaking.
                                                            
TYLER moves his hand, and, with his mind he throws 2 of the
TECHS back into the wall of the LABORATORY. The wall craters
in both spots the men hit. They hit with such force that
they die on impact.

AGENT WOLF points his gun at MICHELLE, about to shoot her.

Before he can get a shot off, TYLER takes the gun apart with
a single-motion...

The other two TECHS charge TYLER. He, with tremendous
quickness, sends the injectors full of tranquilizer into
their foreheads, and forces the tranquilizing agent into
their brains, and then TYLER yanks their throats out all by
will of thought.


33.

TYLER TORINO then constricts AGENT WOLF's tie and hangs him
in the air with it, breaking his neck; TYLER makes a fist
and, by will-of-thought, breaks the agent's entire body,
balling him up like a piece of paper.

He takes the man's body, and with pure telekinetic power
throws him into the door...the door falls down.

DOCTOR COTOMAN is frantically terrified...
                                                            
                       DR. COTOMAN
      (into comms)
Code Red. Code Red!!!
                                                            
TYLER lifts DR. COTOMAN up with his mind, and proceeds to
make him implode and explode at the same time.

His organs, nervous system, and brain matter splatter all
over the LABORATORY.

After removing their RFID CHIPS from their bodies with his
mind, TYLER unshackles MICHELLE--He picks her up in his
arms, and through his metaphysical power, he removes a huge
part of the ceiling and roof of the LAB with a wave of his
hand.

Subsequently, TYLER, with his long lost love in his arms,
flies at a high-speed off from the hellish "hospital".

He and She go far, far away...
                                                            
                                         CUT TO BLACK:
                                                            
ACT III: THE WASTEPROS
                                                            
                                         FADE IN:
                                                            
 
EXT. HIGHWAY 98 - DAY
                                                            
LOCATION: MEXICO BEACH, FL TIME: 3:33 PM YEAR: 2018
                                                            
The heat is monstrous, but the sea breeze makes everything a
little cooler.

There's not a cloud in the sky on this gorgeous, yet sweaty
FLORIDA day.

A TRASHMAN, RICO, is having fun--having fun doing his job.
He's a WASTEPRO. Wearing a yellow-highlighted-vest, black
fitted gloves, Dickie pants, and steel-toe boots...he's
flipping cans--he jogs to some, but mostly he's hopping

34.

on-and-off the back of the TRUCK as he and his DRIVER, TIMMY
KOONTZ progress through the end of the MEXICO BEACH route.
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
      (narrating)
These are the days I live
for--Money Days. This job is
grimy, but I still love it. Being
a Trashman is not a job actually;
it's a lifestyle. I'm not a
Trashman though really. I'm a
Sanitation Engineer...I AM a
WASTEPRO. I'm a "flipper". I flip
cans, day-in-day-out. I was made
to do it, and believe it or
not...I feel blessed to do it.
Nobody can do what I do. I don't
work for money. I net about $660 a
week. I work six days a week,
sometimes seven, if necessary;
rain, sleet, snow. I work holidays
and all, except for Christmas. I
do this work because it's good
work. Trash is my life. I have the
best job security; there's always
gonna be garbage--me, my fellow
flippers, and our drivers get the
job done. I've done all the
routes; I flip about 4,500 cans a
week, on average. MEXICO BEACH is
my favorite. Where else would I
get a view like this?--
                                                            
Standing on the rear of the truck on the safety step as it
travels, RICO admires the glorious scenic sight of MEXICO
BEACH; the waves are crashing, the palms trees sway in the
wind, the sand's glowing under the bright FLORIDA sun...the
women, the fellas, the kids are enjoying themselves.

RICO jumps and sprints to the next can. The TRUCK moves
alongside of him toward the last couple of cans.

A car starts to pass by the truck as it stops at the
following can.

RICO, rolling the can to the hook, smiles at the people in
the car, revealing his gold-teeth, when they pass the
hopper. The "hook" is the mechanism that lifts the can, and
disposes of the trash. The "hopper" is the machinery that
claws and compacts the garbage that is dumped.

RICO flips the can by hooking it and stepping to the side.
He pulls a lever, and it flips. He then pushes the lever and

35.

the can descends. He puts it back in it's place.

He jolts to the final can, pulls it to the hook, and flips
the lid...

There is a envelope taped to the lid, underneath...

RICO takes the envelope out of the can, and proceeds to
empty the waste.

The DRIVER, TIMMY KOONTZ honks the horn and, through the
side-view, gestures for RICO to hop in the truck.

RICO REIGN signals to his driver to wait a moment with his
hand as he clears the hopper.

Once cleared, RICO returns to the truck and enters the
passenger-side.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. WASTEPRO TRUCK - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
The truck-cabin interior is rugged. The vehicle has many
miles on it, and has been through a lot of routes...TIMMY
has done most of those routes--in this particular truck.

After entering the TRUCK, RICO removes his gloves, sprays
cologne on himself and opens a bottle of water...
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
--DAMN, RICO. Going hard, huh???--
                                                            
TIMMY is short, stubby and chubby. He is very black, and
completely bald. He wears a Gold-Hoop earring in his right
ear; he looks like a midget MICHAEL JORDAN...he keeps the
WASTEPRO TRUCK parked for the moment.
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
      (sips water)
--You already know, my nigga. I
did my part, but you? You drove
like Batman yestaday, an' today
you drivin' like that nigga off
'DRIVING MISS DAISY'.--I think I
gotta tip.
                                                            
RICO opens the envelope. There is $10 in it in the form of
two fives, and a note that reads: "THANK YOU, WASTEPROS.
KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK!"
                                                            

36.

                       TIMMY KOONTZ
      (wide-eyed)
--You mean we gotta tip!--
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
      (examing the note)
This makes it all worthwhile, man.
Here you go, bro.
                                                            
RICO hands TIMMY $5 of the tip...he's gearing up to drive
off.
                                                            
Outside of the truck in the yard is a fine woman--she is the
owner of the final can...she is cutting grass.

RICO sees her from the truck.

She notices the WASTEPRO TRUCK and cuts her mower off.

With her nipples visible through her sweaty white-shirt, the
working WOMAN hurriedly brings a bag of trash toward the
truck.
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
TIMMY, don't pull out yet!
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
--That's what ya mama said, boy.
      (sees the WOMAN
       walking toward
       the TRUCK with a
       garbage bag)
Good God of Moses!!! I'd lick the
sweat off that!!!
                                                            
RICO starts to hop out of the TRUCK, but TIMMY holds him
back and gets out instead.

RICO sits back in the AC and rests for a second while TIMMY
does his thing.

RICO is about wore-slap-out.

When TIMMY gets out and helps the WOMAN with her trash, he
immediately tries hitting on her...he's a womanizer.

After assisting the woman, TIMMY hops back in the TRUCK.
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
      (sips water)
--You get her number?
                                                            

37.

                       TIMMY KOONTZ
Hell, nah, but I tried. I know she
wants the 'D' though.
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
She was fine as a motherfucker,
huh?
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
You damn skippy...
      (pulls a blunt
       from
       out-of-nowhere)
How about a spliff to end the
shift?
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
      (excited)
Hell, yes, sirry-Bob-Marley.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
--Hand me a lighter, big dog.--
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
      (puts water in
       cup-holder)
Aite.
                                                            
RICO does so immediately. He hands KOONTZ his silver-Zippo.

TIMMY lights the blunt, gets it burning and tokes it several
times.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
      (puffs the blunt)
--Man, I was watchin' 'Clash of
The Titans' last night with my
son, and that nigga from 'Taken'
got all loud and I thought he
said: "RELEASE THE
CRACKHEADS!"---I had to replay it
with the subtitles to make sure it
ain't say that...dude said
"Krakken", but---
      (exhaling
       weed-smoke)
--Onto the shop.--
                                                            
TIMMY passes the joint to RICO.

RICO starts puffing away, and TIMMY veers back onto HIGHWAY
98.
                                                            

38.

                       RICO REIGN
--You a fool, KOONTZ.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
--You look like 'The Juice' with
them black gloves on, nigga.--
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
      (grins)
Man, you trippin'.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
-Man, RICO, I got some pussy
yesterday.
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
      (hits the blunt)
How much you pay?
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
--$30 Dollars.--
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
      (laughing,
       exhaling,
       coughing)
You cold, TIMMY...
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
--Nah, nigga...I'll fuck a snake's
head if you hold it's mouth
right.--
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
      (tokes the joint a
       few times more)
--Damn.--
                                                            
TIMMY is a ambiguous man...somewhat bi-polar, a misogynist
and a nymphomaniac.

He's snappy and hot-tempered.

He's worked in the garbage business for 15 years. He started
after serving some years in prison...

TIMMY's worked for WASTEPRO for 6 years. Previously, he
worked for their competitor: WASTE MANAGEMENT.
                                                            

39.

                       TIMMY KOONTZ
      (on edge)
--Goddamn, nigga, pass the
'L'!--You babysitting that thing,
Goddamn!--
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
      (hastily passes
       the blunt)
My fault, man, the route got to me
today, it's just hitting me, so I
just needed to hit the blunt some
more to get the full effect. My
fault, man.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
It's aite, man. My bad for
snapping like that--
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
--You straight, big dog.--
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
Oh, yeah--I'm going to the GOLD
NUGGET tonight to get some pussy.
What you getting done tonight?--
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
--I can't call it...you ain't
gonna get no pussy at the GOLD
NUGGET for no damn $30 dollars,
TIMMY.--
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
I know, but Ima try. You should go
with me, RICO. Have a good time.
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
Nah, I just need some weed, bro. I
was gonna see if I could get a
Quarter sack off ya. I got the 100
for it.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
--I'll tell you what--you go with
me, I'll smoke with you on the way
there, the way back, and I'll give
you an 8th. Then you can use that
100 to spend at the NUGGET.--
                                                            

40.

                       RICO REIGN
      (grinning with his
       golden smile)
Shit, aite. I'll go then.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
I didn't help you out today. My
fat ass didn't get out the truck
at all, except for when we stopped
at the store--my motherfucking
blood pressure is fucked up--but,
I feel bad a bit 'cause you had to
kill the whole route ya self. And,
you need to go to PC, get out,
man. All you do is work. All work
and no play ain't the way. I know
you got the wife and kids, but you
gotta get out and do something fun
for yourself, my nigga. You ain't
been to the GOLD NUGGET with me in
a hot minute.
                                                            
The two fist-bump. TIMMY passes the blunt to RICO after
chiefing it a bit more. RICO proceeds to hit it hard and
fast, inhaling and exhaling in-and-out.

TIMMY is speeding down the road. He's going about 65 in a
55. The two enter into PORT ST. JOE.
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
--You right...
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
I know I'm right. Now, get the L
put out before we get to the shop,
so we can air this bitch out.
CHESTER is at the shop.
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
-Yep. Yep.-I'm glad you've invited
me to the NUGGET, TIMMY. You the
Man.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
Nah. I'm just the man, who works
for the man who lives beside THE
MAN.
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
      (smiling)
--Ha-ha--
                                                            

41.

TIMMY turns onto INDUSTRIAL ROAD...the shop is about 4
minutes away.

TIMMY and RICO roll the windows down, letting the airflow
out. They were hot-boxing.
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
--What we gonna eat before we go
to the NUGGET?-
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
I'm thinking Ass.
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
You can't just say the Arby's
slogan, and replace "Arby's" with
"Ass"...that ain't right, Timmy.
You a fool, man.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
Let's have Pizza Hut then.
                                                            
RICO rolls his eyes.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
We gotta new guy starting
tomorrow.
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
Damn. Who we hiring and firing
now? You know me and DUCK are the
only flippers who can do these
routes round here.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
Some Kat named "TRICKEY
BREEDLOVE".
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
What is he? A pimp?
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
That's what I said when CHESTER
told me his name--from what I
understand he's just a young guy
looking for honest work. If he
trains right for CHESTER and gets
hired, then GREG will become your
driver, 'cause he needs a
flipper--and this TRICKEY nigga
will become my flipper. DUCK is
workin' with GREG just for
tomorrow 'cause CHESTER is
training the new guy--if he
            (MORE)

42.

                       TIMMY KOONTZ (cont'd)
becomes a WASTEPRO, then DUCK will
go back and keep flippin' for
CHESTER; GEORGE will stay solo,
you know how he do. But, tomorrow
might be our last day workin'
together, big dog.
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
That's horse-shit. You've been my
driver too long. Why I gotta
switch? GREG can't drive worth a
fuck.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
If that happens, you'll be
alright. Hell, RICO--you're a
WASTEPRO.
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
--You Right, my nigga.--
                                                            
TIMMY pulls the truck into the YARD, where the SHOP is...
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
EXT. THE SHOP - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
LOCATION: PORT ST. JOE
                                                            
TIMMY begins to park, but he stops though, because GEORGE,
another WASTEPRO DRIVER, waves him down and yells: "Go
DUMP!!!"

TIMMY gives GEORGE a thumbs up and a nod, reverses the truck
and proceeds to the DUMPING STATION which is adjacent to the
SHOP...
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
GEORGE needs to sit his ass down.
We could've dumped in the morning,
hell, I'm ready to get to the
NUGGET.
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
--It'll give the truck more time
to air out. It--we still smell
like straight loud, TIMMY.--
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
True. True.
                                                            

43.

                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
EXT. DUMPING-STATION - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
The DUMPING STATION is a raggedy, huge shed-type building
that houses a heavy-duty compactor that compresses and
transfers garbage dumped by DRIVERS.

The trash is then shipped to PANAMA CITY in a big-rig and
incinerated. That's the process for most all of the garbage
THE WASTEPROS get.

TIMMY parks the truck at the opening of the dumping station.
He hits a few buttons and switches after RICO hops out and
loosens the hopper by twisting big knobs loose on both
sides.

The waste is slowly pushed out into a giant hole in the
opening of the DUMPING STATION, from the back of the truck
by a mechanism activated by TIMMY.

The hole in which the trash goes is nearly 40 feet deep, as
the DUMPING STATION is very high up on a giant, steep hill.

The process takes a few minutes. RICO and TIMMY just stand
there patiently as the TRUCK empties.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
--How you feeling off that blunt,
RICO? You high?--
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
--I'm
supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
--Damn! What that is?!
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
--High as a motherfucker.--
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
Damn. I gotta check my blood
pressure.
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
Man, you're OCD about that shit.
                                                            
The TRUCK is almost fully emptied, it has about a half-a-ton
of garbage left to dispose of.
                                                            

44.

KOONTZ grabs his blood-pressure checker out of the TRUCK.
It's a miniature, wrist-attachment machine.

He checks it, and the rest of the garbage pours out.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
--Goddamn!!!--
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
What, man?
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
--125 over 85. That's the best
I've had in a while, my nigga.--
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
Good, man. Good. I know you been
having problems with ya blood
pressure, and ya dick ain't been
getting up right in a while.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
What the fuck, RICO? Who told you
that?
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
--The whole crew knows, man.--
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
      (presses button on
       TRUCK)
Get the motherfucking back closed,
RICO. Get in the TRUCK.
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
      (tightens the
       hopper after it
       descends)
Aite, TIMMY, you ain't mad, is
you?
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
      (fipping switches
       on the TRUCK)
Nah, man. It's just--Erectile
Dysfunction ain't no joke, nigga.
Hell, I gotta pay for pussy, then
I got pay for Viagra to get the
pussy. Then it don't work, I gotta
go to the doctor and pay them
motherfuckers. It's endless,
negro. Shit ain't no joke.
                                                            

45.

                       RICO REIGN
      (gets in the truck)
I feel ya, TIMMY. I shouldn't have
said anything, man.--
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. TRUCK - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
TIMMY's phone starts ringing as he enters the TRUCK. He has
a blue-tooth device around his neck, like a necklace, that
has no wires. All the drivers have blue-tooth.

He answers his phone while driving off down to the YARD.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
      (talking into the
       phone)
--What the fuck you mean you
stayed out of school?
      (listens into the
       phone)
NO--NO!!! You little nigga! You
been in my motherfucking house all
day then! Probably ate my
motherfucking cereal, drank my
purple stuff, watched my pornos!
OH, HELL NAH!!! I'll be home in
about 50 minutes. I'm taking ya
ass to ya mom's. GET YOUR SHIT
TOGETHER BEFORE I GET THERE
MOTHERFUCKER! And, I'm keeping the
PS5 too!!!
                                                            
TIMMY hangs up on his Son.

He still has the blood pressure machine strapped around his
wrist. He's breathing heavily, and proceeds to check it once
more.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
Son-of-a-bitch!!! It's done
skyrocketed, RICO. Damn, my Son
gonna give me a heart attack one
day, man, I'm telling you.
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
--Ha-ha--You be going Ham, man.--
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            

46.

TIMMY parks the truck in the YARD beside the others, and he
and RICO exit the vehicle.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
EXT. THE YARD - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
TIMMY exits, and yawns, stretches like he just got out of
bed. He has no sweat on him. He's been in the Truck's AC all
day. TIMMY fills out his DRIVER's sheet, recording his stats
for the day as he walks toward the SHOP.

RICO sweated like a nun in the red-light district while on
the route. He's got garbage juices on him and his clothes
and vest are saturated with his own sweat.

He takes his gloves off and leaves them on the middle
section in the truck. He then grabs their cooler, his
book-bag full of belongings, etc, and proceeds to enter the
SHOP with TIMMY.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. THE SHOP - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
GEORGE, MITCHELL, GREG, DUCK, and CHESTER are all standing
around the table in front of the office, laughing and
talking.

TIMMY and RICO catch them mid-discussion...

ALL THE WASTEPROS are wearing boots, work-pants, highlighted
vests with the company insignia on them, and they have
gloves in their pockets except RICO; he leaves his in the
truck.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
--I was cruising in my
Cadillac...and then it hit me. I
pulled over at a convenient store
I saw, and rushed out of the
Caddy, waddling all the way to the
bathroom like this:
                                                            
Good Ole' CHESTER walks awkwardly with his hands over the
ass of his pants. His eyes are widened, lips puckered,
gesturing that he had to take a shit. The whole crew laughs,
RICO and TIMMY included.
                                                            

47.

                       GREG
--Damn, where the hell ya'll boys
been at? Ya'll usually the first
back on Friday's.--
                                                            
                       GEORGE
      (stutters)
W-w-w-what's up, guys?
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
You know it.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
Same shit, different day.
                                                            
                       DUCK
--Ya'll running late today, huh?
                                                            
                       GEORGE
--You boys better tighten up. Time
is money, ya'll know that.--
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
--Gotta late start, the sun was up
when we left the YARD.--
                                                            
RICO grabs a Gatorade out of the cooler, and starts chugging
it. All THE WASTEPROS are rehydrating.
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
You ain't gotta tell me. Tell Mr.
'Ass-Eater' over here.--
      (points at TIMMY
       with his thumb)
-Who ain't show up till damn 5:30.
                                                            
                       GEORGE
      (stuttering)
Y-you do t-talk about eating ass
all the time though, TIMMY.
                                                            
                       DUCK
You gonna eat the wrong ass one
these days, KOONTZ.
                                                            
                       MITCHELL
      (laughing, puffing
       a cigarette)
--Ya'll ain't right at all. Always
talking filth.--
                                                            
MITCHELL, in his late 40's, is the second to only white
person at THE SHOP, besides COLLEEN, the secretary.

48.


COLLEEN's in the office, doing paperwork.

MITCHELL is the repair guy for WASTEPRO.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
      (gets serious)
Everybody straighten up now. We're
working on Sunday. Be prepared to
fulfill a full work week.
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
Hell yeah. $770 this upcoming
pay-day then.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
--1,800 for me.--
                                                            
                       CHESTER
--Don't count ya dollars till ya
got em, RICO. You too, TIMMY.
You'll end up like the 'Izya's',
the 'Izma's', and the 'Doda's'.
                                                            
CHESTER looks like Morgan Freeman with Down Syndrome.

He flipped cans and drove for over 40 years before he became
a Supervisor. He's runs this particular WASTEPRO SHOP; he's
in his late 70's yet still in great shape considering.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
      (serious)
--Who them be, CHESTER?--
                                                            
                       CHESTER
      (smirking)
Well, the 'Izma's', you know, them
niggas at the end of the month who
ask: 'Izma welfare-check here'?

The 'Doda's' who ask: 'Doda Bus
stop here?'

The 'Izya's' who ask: 'Izya gonna
eat that?'

You know, them typa niggas...
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
You wrong for that one, CHESTER.
                                                            

49.

                       CHESTER
      (pats belly,
       laughs a bit)
I know. I know.
      (stops for a
       second)
--Anyway guys, we're gonna have
our annual cookout in 2 weeks,
exactly, on that Friday.--
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
      (to RICO)
--He almost said "Anal". You hear
that shit?--
                                                            
                       GREG
--This Nigga...
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
Goddamn, I gotta get up outta
here, man.
                                                            
                       DUCK
--Hell, yeah. Free food, right?--
                                                            
                       CHESTER
Yeah, DUCK, free food.
                                                            
                       GEORGE
Don't take the Lord's Name in vain
like that, RICO.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
--GEORGE, I'ma need you to do 2
routes on Monday.--
                                                            
                       GEORGE
      (stuttering)
G-g-goddamn it.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
COLLEEN walks out of the office, carrying paperwork,
preparing to leave the SHOP. She's in her 50's, white,
thick, and actually, despite her age, she is quite
beautiful.

All THE WASTEPROS would like to tap it; especially TIMMY.
                                                            
                       COLLEEN
--How'd work go today, fellas?--
                                                            

50.

All THE WASTEPROS say, in harmony: "Good, Ms. COLLEEN.",
except for TIMMY of course, who has a pseudo-boner at the
sight of COLLEEN.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
      (licking his lips
       at COLLEEN)
Great. Just--damn. My dick is
harder than Chinese arithmetic
because of you, COLLEEN. I bet you
could suck a nail outta casket,
huh?
                                                            
                       COLLEEN
--That's harassment, TIMMY. I'll
let it slide though because I can
do just that.--
      (seductive with
       the WASTEPROS)
Save those boners for me, guys,
huh? Say...for vacation-time?
                                                            
All THE WASTEPROS say, in-sync: "Yes, Ma'am", with adoring
Lust in their eyes.
                                                            
                       COLLEEN
--I updated all the additions to
the routes, and all your
time-sheets are ready, guys.
                                                            
                       MITCHELL
--Can you sign off on my repairs,
please, COLLEEN?--
                                                            
                       COLLEEN
--I already did, MITCHELL, no
worries.
                                                            
COLLEEN loves THE WASTEPROS...

She has worked at the company for at least a decade.
                                                            
                       COLLEEN
--Now where are my hugs and
kisses? Hmmm?--
                                                            
Short little TIMMY moves all the guys out of the way.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
      (pulls COLLEEN to
       him)
Come here, girl.
      (hugs and pecks
       COLLEEN on the
            (MORE)

51.

                       TIMMY KOONTZ (cont'd)
       lips)
Yeah, that's more like it.
                                                            
All the other guys hug and kiss her friendly-like and
gently.

TIMMY's predatory for pussy.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
After saying her goodbyes, COLLEEN exits THE SHOP into THE
YARD and gets in her vehicle, and takes off.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
      (after COLLEEN
       exits)
--I'd lick the juice off
that...I'd let her spit in my
mouth, I'd let her--
                                                            
                       GREG
Chill, TIMMY. Calm the fuck down
with that--CHESTER, I'm in the
Cape tomorrow, right? I know we
been switching the routes around,
so I ain't know.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
Yeah, GREG. And, DUCK will ride
with you, because I'm training the
new guy.
                                                            
                       MITCHELL
--I think I'm gonna call it a day
too, fellas. CHESTER, I got all my
repairs done.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
Good, MITCH. Thank you. Go on
ahead. All of ya'll are good to
go. We're done for the day. We'll
get the transport truck loaded in
the morning. Everyone be here at
3:30 AM. We have a safety
meeting.--
                                                            
MITCHELL exits THE SHOP and leaves.
                                                            
                       GREG
Aite, cool.
                                                            

52.

                       RICO REIGN
--I'm with TIMMY tomorrow, right?
                                                            
                       CHESTER
--Yep, RICO. If the new guy trains
well though, then I'm putting you
with GREG. The trainee will work
with TIMMY, and DUCK'll stay
working with me.--
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
--Aite, bet.--Well, everybody,
it's been fun. You ready, TIMMY?
                                                            
                       CHESTER
--Till tomorrow, boys.--And, ya'll
take it easy on the new guy.--
                                                            
The Sanitation Engineers, almost like a football-team
huddling, break, do all their necessaries and proceed to
leave THE SHOP.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
EXT. PIZZA-HUT PARKING-LOT - EVENING
                                                            
LOCATION: PANAMA CITY
                                                            
RICO and TIMMY are walking toward the PIZZA HUT entrance...
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
--Get ya phone out, nigga. Act
like you filmin'.
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
-You gon' do the ole'
'Professional Eater' trick again,
huh?
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
--Hell yeah, you already know, my
nigga.---FREE FOOD.
                                                            
TIMMY sees a chubby female that he knows, exiting the PIZZA
HUT as he and RICO move toward the entrance...

He hollers at her.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
Hey, there, girlie.
                                                            

53.

                       CHUBBY GIRL
Hey, TIMMY!
                                                            
RICO goes ahead into the PIZZA HUT. TIMMY stops, and
examines the CHUBBY GIRL. She opens her arms for a hug from
KOONTZ...
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
      (hugging CHUBBY
       GIRL)
Damn, girl! YOU GETTIN' BIG, AIN'T
YOU?!
                                                            
                       CHUBBY GIRL
--Shut up, nigga. You know you
still want this pussy.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
--I'll give you 30 for some work.
                                                            
                       CHUBBY GIRL
      (smirking)
--You wrong for that one,
negro...I'll see ya around.
                                                            
The CHUBBY GIRL rolls her eyes, and proceeds to her car real
sassy-like.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. PIZZA-HUT - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
RICO and TIMMY go to the register to order, as RICO acts as
if he's filming TIMMY...

There is a young black-girl at the register. She's a
beautiful CASHIER.
                                                            
                       CASHIER
--May I take your order, sir?
Ya'll together?
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
--Yeah, baby. Now, Ima need 2
medium pizzas with all the
goods.--Is the food good here at
this PIZZA HUT?
                                                            
                       CASHIER
--Yes, sir.
                                                            

54.

                       TIMMY KOONTZ
--Good, good. 'Cause Ima--a
professional eater.
      (points at RICO
       with thumb)
-This is my camera-man.
      (smiles)
--We're filming right now, baby.
And, I'm here to try ya'll food
out for my program. You gonna help
us out, right?
                                                            
                       CASHIER
      (wide-eyed, starts
       fixing her hair)
--SHIT, WE GOIN' LIVE? Let me get
right, honey.
                                                            
TIMMY nods at RICO...
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. PIZZA HUT - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
After deceiving the gullible CASHIER and getting their food
for Free, RICO and TIMMY are eating, enjoying their pizza,
preparing to head to THE GOLD NUGGET.

The GOLD NUGGET is a Titty-Bar.
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
      (mid-discussion,
       chewing pizza)
...The GDP is nearing 23 Trillion
dollars, TIMMY.
                                                            
RICO puts his pizza down, sips his water. He is done eating.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
      (chowing down)
--Damn. What's GDP mean, nigga?
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
--Gross Domestic Product. It's the
sum total of the national economy.
Our economy...that means that
there is about $23 Trillion in
circulation right now, man. I
gotta get this money.
                                                            

55.

                       TIMMY KOONTZ
      (being sloppy,
       finishing off his
       last piece of
       pizza)
$23 Trillion, huh? That's great,
man. That's great...
      (licks sauce off
       of fingers,
       points at RICO's
       food)
You gonna eat that, RICO?
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
      (smacks his lips)
Nah, man. Go ahead.--Ya damn blood
pressure is gonna spike though.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
      (takes RICO's
       pizza)
Damn, nigga, don't wish that on
me. You know I can't be having no
high blood pressure, damn!
                                                            
TIMMY gorges on the pizza he's snatched from RICO.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
--Damn, I love pizza.
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
      (facetiously)
--Your face loves pizza.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
You 'bout ready to hit the spot,
my nigga. I'm almost done.
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
--Does the Pope poop in his hat?--
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
      (stops eating, has
       food in his mouth)
I don't know! Do he?!
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
Yes indeed. Let's go, bro. I'ma
roll us something out the stuff
you gave me for the ride there.
                                                            

56.

                       TIMMY KOONTZ
      (wiping his face
       off)
That's what's up, homie. That's
what's up.
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
We gon' get more stoned than an
Iranian-Whore.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
      (pauses)
What you mean, nigga?
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
I'll explain on the way to THE
NUGGET.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
      (starting toward
       the exit with
       RICO)
Aite.
                                                            
The two leave the PIZZA HUT.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. THE GOLD NUGGET - LATER
                                                            
RICO is in the VIP, getting a lap dance.

TIMMY is sitting at the bar of THE GOLD NUGGET. The joint is
pretty sophisticated.

The music is good, the liquor is top-shelf...There are naked
women all around, some dancing, some socializing...and some
women are there in clothes just watching...The night has not
been as eventful as TIMMY thought it would be.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
      (to the female
       BARTENDER)
--Can I get more Hennessey,
please, honey?--
                                                            
                       FEMALE BARTENDER
      (starts working on
       TIMMY's drink)
Yes, darling. Anything else for
ya?
                                                            

57.

                       TIMMY KOONTZ
      (as she brings him
       the drink)
--A piece of that ass, girl.--
                                                            
                       FEMALE BARTENDER
Sorry, sweetie, what'd you say? I
couldn't hear you over all the
noise.--
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
--Nothing, baby. Nothing.--
                                                            
A man walks up beside TIMMY and sits down, orders a
drink...he waits till it's fixed and then chugs it...
                                                            
                       RACIST
Hey, boy. That your purple SUV out
there in the parking lot?
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
--Nah, buddy. Wrong guy.
                                                            
                       RACIST
--Oh--Oh, I thought ya'll like
purple...
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
--I know you, man?--
                                                            
                       RACIST
No. Nope. I don't think you do.
But, I'll tell ya something I
know--you wanna know how you stop
a riot in Harlem?
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
      (with great
       naivety and
       gullibility)
How?
                                                            
                       RACIST
Throw 'em a basketball...wanna
know how you restart the riot?
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
How?
                                                            
                       RACIST
--Take the basketball away...you
wanna know the worst
mass-confusion?
                                                            

58.

                       TIMMY KOONTZ
What, motherfucker? I don't get
what you're telling me at all. I'm
just tryna chill and relax.
                                                            
                       RACIST
--Father's day in any Nigger-Town
is the definition of
mass-confusion.--
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
      (sips his
       Hennessey)
--Yeah, yeah. Cracker. Ain't
nobody got time for that
racist-ass bullshit.
                                                            
The RACIST makes the symbol of a gun toward TIMMY, pulling
an imaginary trigger, saying: "Pow. Pow. Pow."

TIMMY, peacefully high, ignores the threatening white man.
The RACIST spontaneously leaves the Titty-Bar...

KOONTZ proceeds to sip his Hennessey.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
      (to himself)
--I can't believe I can't get one
of these bitches to--
                                                            
                       WOMAN
      (to TIMMY, with a
       hand on his back)
Hi there.
                                                            
TIMMY is completely caught off guard.

The WOMAN is not really his type.

But, usually he has to pay for sex, so at this point he's
all game for this particular woman.

He even gets an erection when she speaks to him.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
Uh--h-hey there beautiful. What's
good?
                                                            
                       WOMAN
      (whispers in
       TIMMY's ear)
I want you inside of me.
                                                            

59.

                       TIMMY KOONTZ
Shit, how much?
                                                            
                       WOMAN
No payment needed, baby. I want
you is all.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
      (eyes widen)
--Check Please!!!--
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. V.I.P - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
TIMMY pokes his head into the VIP, where RICO is getting a
lap-dance. A stripper is grinding all over RICO.
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
      (jumps along with
       the Stripper)
What the hell, TIMMY?
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
I'm outta here, man. I got me a
lady-friend I'm taking to the
crib.
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
How am I supposed to get home?
                                                            
TIMMY pulls 50 bucks from his pocket and throws it at RICO.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
Get a Uber, nigga. Goddamn! I
gotta go. You got ya weed right?
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
      (sighs)
--Yeah...
                                                            
TIMMY vanishes with the WOMAN...

The Stripper continues working on RICO...
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
      (shaking his head)
--Man, Damn.--
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 

60.

INT. TIMMY'S WHITE LINCOLN TOWN-CAR - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
TIMMY and the WOMAN he just met are kissing in his WHITE
LINCOLN TOWN-CAR...

She goes down on him...he cranks the car, and proceeds to
drive out of THE GOLD NUGGET parking-lot to his CRIB, while
the WOMAN does her thing.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
      (extremely pleased)
--This is the best night of my
life.--
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
TIMMY pulls up to his CRIB, the WOMAN discontinues giving
him oral-pleasure...

The two exit the vehicle...
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
They start kissing some more. The WOMAN is rubbing all over
TIMMY.
                                                            
                       WOMAN
--Wow, you are a great
kisser...You gonna choke me?--
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
      (kicks in his door
       to open it)
--You damn right, girl! You are
the finest woman I've seen in a
long time, baby. I'm bout to tear
ya up.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
TIMMY lets the WOMAN in and shuts the door.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. TIMMY'S CRIB - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
"She" undresses...

TIMMY slowly examines her nudity...

The WOMAN spreads her legs while standing--revealing a
previously tucked penis.

61.


"She" is a Tranny...

TIMMY goes into a state of shock...
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
      (starts breathing
       heavily)
--Ah!!! Dear God!!!
Oh--oh--Fuck--I've kissed a MAN!!!
I just got head from a man...I--I
can't breathe. I--can't...
                                                            
TIMMY KOONTZ passes out after having his anxiety attack...
                                                            
THE TRANNY tries to wake up TIMMY, but the she-male fails to
wake him up...KOONTZ is out for the count...he's unconscious
completely.

So...the TRANNY robs him of the weed that's on him, the cash
in his wallet, and even takes some of his food and drinks...
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
EXT. RICO'S CRIB - LATER
                                                            
An Uber Car, containing RICO, pulls up to his house in
'North-Side'...

He gets out, and pays the Uber Driver.

He's not wasted, and he's still baked.

As RICO walks up the door-step, he notices a white paper on
his door, but he can't quite make out what it is as it's
dark out.
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
--Motherfucking Land-Lords, with
their stupid-ass rent notices...
      (gets closer to
       the paper on his
       door)
Wait a fucking second...
      (pulls the paper
       from the door)
No-Fucking-Way, man!!! Goddamn
it!!!
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 

62.

INT. RICO'S CRIB - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
He opens the front-door and slams it shut. His wife
immediately comes into the living-room. His kid is watching
TV: "Looney Tunes, Pepe and The Cat".
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
      (to his wife,
       holding the paper)
Have you seen this shit?
                                                            
                       RICO'S WIFE
--What, RICO? What is it? Let me
see...
                                                            
The Paper reads: "The KKK wants You!"...With a Klansman in a
black-hood and Geneva-like gown, postured like Uncle Sam in
a old propaganda-poster.
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
      (madder than hell)
Those motherfuckers think they can
come on my block, in my hood and
post up this shit on my door?!
Fuck No!
                                                            
                       RICO'S WIFE
--Calm down, baby. Don't do
nothing stupid. Just sit down, and
calm down, please. For
Junior...for me.
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
Okay.
                                                            
The Child, JUNIOR, is unaffected by his wrathful Father.
He's used to him flipping out...the kid is simply sitting
there giggling at the Looney Tunes...

RICO sits down beside his son, as the cartoons play out on
the tube...
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
You eat all ya supper?
                                                            
                       JUNIOR
Yep.
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
What ya'll have?
                                                            

63.

                       RICO'S WIFE
Chili Beans, rice, Broccoli, and
Biscuits. You hungry?
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
      (to his wife)
--The Munchies I doobie having, my
dear...see how I said, "doobie"
there.
                                                            
                       RICO'S WIFE
Come get you some food,
RICO...I'll get you a plate ready
in the kitchen.
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
What you watching, buddy?
                                                            
                       JUNIOR
I'm watching 'Pepe' take the
Pussy, dad.
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
      (smacks JUNIOR
       upside the head)
--Don't talk like that, boy. I'll
wash ya mouth out with soap. Go
get ready for bed after the
cartoons go off, aite? How much
longer they got?
                                                            
                       JUNIOR
'Bout 25 more minutes, I think.
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
      (smirking)
Perfect timing, cut the volume up
a bit. Mommy and Daddy gotta
wrestle in the kitchen for a
little bit. Stay yo lil black ass
in this living-room, aite?
                                                            
                       JUNIOR
Aite, pop.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. KITCHEN - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
RICO rips the KKK recruitment paper apart and throws it in
the trash can.
                                                            

64.

As his wife is fixing his food on a plate, RICO sneaks up
behind her, kisses her neck a bit, and they proceed to make
love in the kitchen, trying to be quiet...
                                                            
                       RICO'S WIFE
RICO...you--you gotta eat
something...
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
--I gotta sex you first.--
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
EXT. THE WOODS - NIGHT
                                                            
A KKK Rally is transpiring in THE WOODS of WEWAHITCHKA, away
from 'NORTHSIDE'. There is a Blood-Moon floating in the
blackness above them.

A wooden-stage is setup, it almost looks like it's from the
1800's. 12 Black People are standing on the stage; there are
exactly 12 ropes, with nooses at the end, prepared for
hanging...

All of them have their hands tied behind their backs, and
their mouths are duck-taped shut, their eyes covered with
white bandanas.
                                                            
A Man, wearing a black KKK uniform, walks up onto the
stage...

The Klansman's uniform has a few esoteric-symbols
decoratively bound to it...

He moves slowly, creepily. There is a podium in front of the
prepared hanging ropes.

The Man: CAPTAIN KARL NOOSE approaches the podium once on
stage.

CAPTAIN NOOSE speaks, using a voice-synthesizer.
                                                            
                       CAPTAIN KARL NOOSE
      (ominous, robotic
       voice tone)
--My fellow soldiers--We are here
tonight to take a stand--We are
here tonight to make a
declaration...WHITE POWER!!!--
                                                            
There is a large crowd of nearly 300 KKK members, in
traditional white-garb, standing in front of the wooden

65.

stage, watching.

They all chant: "WHITE POWER", with their hands over their
hearts.
                                                            
                       CAPTAIN KARL NOOSE
      (using
       voice-synthesizer)
Fellas--I'm sick and tired of
whites being stripped of their
jobs. I'm fed up with the niggers
moving into white neighborhoods.
Our Racial Superiority is a
scientific fact. They call us
Neo-Nazis...we're Warriors of God.
That's what we are--and We're
fighting a race-war out there, my
friends--a war that can only be
won through violence. As the Negro
has gradually taken over out
communities, cities and our
country like-like a bacteria,
those in power have stood idly by,
and allowed it to happen. The
blacks have exploited our
motherland for far too long. Black
Lives DO NOT matter--the niggers
riot, burn our cities, and loot
our businesses every time
something doesn't go their way.
Well, I say--NO MORE!!! Starting
Tonight!!!--PEOPLE WILL DIE!!!
These Niggers here are all scum,
filth, mistakes, not made by
God--the black males want our
women. The black females want our
houses...our money. To hell with
them all! These 15 blacks we have
with us will be sacrificed--so,
help me God. On this night the
Lord has made, I make you this
promise, my boys. THE BLACK RACE
will be eradicated off the face of
this earth!!! FOREVER!!!--Soon,
very soon--NORTHSIDE will be ours
once more, every 'Nigger-Town' in
America will be destroyed,
rebuilt, and repopulated with
whites!!! The Negro has resisted
and refused assimilation, and
therefore they must be
terminated--all of em...
      (raises his hands)
            (MORE)

66.

                       CAPTAIN KARL NOOSE (cont'd)
COLONEL GHOST! TAKE IT AWAY!!!
                                                            
A man in a red KKK uniform appears on the stage, and pulls a
lever. All 12 Blacks are hanged with a single pull by
COLONEL GHOST THE HANGMAN.
                                                            
                       BLACK MAN #1
      (hanging by the
       neck)
MMM!!! Mmmm!!!
                                                            
                       BLACK MAN #2
      (neck snaps, but
       still alive)
Mmm!!! Mmm!!!
                                                            
All 12 of the blacks die within moments of being hanged...

The other 3 sit there in complete fear. They're in utter
disbelief. 1 is a man, the other 2 are women.

KKK members, 3 of them wearing white stand beside the 3
blacks.

The three Klansmen have guns, rifles, pointed at the 3
blacks.
                                                            
                       COLONEL GHOST THE HANGMAN
--These people deserve to die!
Their black flesh is wicked! They
are nothing but beasts.--I, on the
other hand, am proud to be a WHITE
MAN!!! How about you, my fellow
GHOSTS?!!!
                                                            
All the Klansmen shout, together: "SIR!!! YES, SIR!!!"

They raise their fists up, in unity.
                                                            
                       CAPTAIN KARL NOOSE
      (standing to the
       side of the
       stage, raising
       his fist)
--With the Blood Moon high in the
sky, we must prepare to purify the
black race...once and for
all!!!---
                                                            
The 3 other blacks on their knees with guns to their
heads...they're being made to watch the hanging bodies....
                                                            

67.

                       BLACK MAN #3
Holy Shit!!!
                                                            
                       BLACK WOMAN #1
No, Please God!!!
                                                            
                       COLONEL GHOST THE HANGMAN
      (points to BLACK
       WOMAN #1)
--THIS IS GOD!!!---
                                                            
CAPTAIN KARL NOOSE gives a go-ahead to his shooters.

They shoot the 3 blacks right in the head, twice in the
back...they die immediately--

COLONEL GHOST then gives a command...
                                                            
                       COLONEL GHOST THE HANGMAN
      (points his finger
       to one of the
       members)
--OUT OF DARKNESS, LIGHT.--LIGHT
UP THE DARKNESS...
                                                            
One of the members walks up to gasoline-drenched cross...a
black corpse is on it. The person was crucified...upside
down; like the denier Peter himself.

The KKK member has a box of matches...he strikes one and
lights it, then throws the lit match at the foot of the
upside down cross, setting the lifeless black man on fire as
he hangs limp on the cross.
                                                            
                       CAPTAIN KARL NOOSE
This is just the beginning!!!
                                                            
The large gang of Klansmen roar into the starless abyss as
the fire from the burned cross rises...

All of them are filled with hatred and satisfaction all at
the same time.
                                                            
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INT. COLLEEN'S HOUSE - LATER
                                                            
COLLEEN is lying in bed, sleeping hard as a rock...

Suddenly, there is a knock at the door.


68.

She awakens frightened because it is quite late. COLLEEN,
however, moves swiftly to the door.
                                                            
                       COLLEEN
--WHO IS IT?!!!
                                                            
She gets no answer...

In a heartbeat the door opens with great force, knocking
COLLEEN on her back into her living-room.

We don't see the face of the unmasked COLONEL GHOST, we just
hear his voice as he walks toward COLLEEN...

He has an axe in his hands...
                                                            
                       COLONEL GHOST THE HANGMAN
      (smiling)
--Hey there, beautiful...
                                                            
                       COLLEEN
--NO!!! What are you doing here in
my house?! Get out now!!!
                                                            
                       COLONEL GHOST THE HANGMAN
--Let me AXE you a question,
Darlin'...
                                                            
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THE NEXT MORNING 3:25 AM
                                                            
 
INT. THE WASTEPRO SHOP - MORNING
                                                            
CHESTER, TIMMY, RICO, DUCK, GREG, and MITCHELL all are
standing in the SHOP, getting geared up to take on the
routes...
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
--I thought he had a heart-attack
or some shit like that. I gathered
that from 'Space Jam'. Damn, man.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
      (mid-discussion)
--Nah, nigga! MJ's daddy was
murdered! Shot in fact. That's
fucked up, right?!--
                                                            
                       GEORGE
      (stutters)
S-s-so MJ is getting r-r-revenge
on everybody--by makin' shoes for
            (MORE)

69.

                       GEORGE (cont'd)
$2.00 and sellin' 'em f-f-for
$200...
                                                            
Everybody just gets quiet.
                                                            
                       MITCHELL
--You guys catch the Blood-Moon
last night by chance?
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
--I caught a glimpse.--
                                                            
                       CHESTER
      (chuckles)
No, MITCHELL. I was counting sheep
by the time the moon came out.
                                                            
                       MITCHELL
--You should've seen it CHESTER,
it was glorious...
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
--What about the KKK-flyers,
ya'll? Am I the only nigga who got
one put on his door last night?--
                                                            
                       GREG
--We all did, RICO. Don't worry,
man, they just tryna scare people.
Racism is dead. The KKK is dead.
Don't sweat that shit, bro.--
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
--I guess you right, GREG.--
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
--Man, that shit don't bother me.
The President was black not even
motherfucking 3 years ago, yo.
Fuck the KKK. To hell with them
crackers.
                                                            
                       GEORGE
Y-y-yeah. F-f-fuck em.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
--We've faced persecution,
oppression, and complete
dehumanization by the hand of the
White-Man. This is still
America...we earned our rights.
They got the right to put out
flyers. We got the right to ignore
            (MORE)

70.

                       CHESTER (cont'd)
that shit.
                                                            
                       MITCHELL
--Hell, even I got a flyer,
guys...and I'm white. Maybe it's
just a thing. It'll pass. The KKK
isn't too big around here, right?
                                                            
                       GREG
--Who gives a fuck? Let's just get
our work done for the day.
                                                            
                       GEORGE
      (stutters)
--W-w-where is the new guy,
CHESTER?
                                                            
                       CHESTER
--He'll be here shortly, I'm sure.
He ain't a dodger like the rest,
this kid.
                                                            
Directly after CHESTER says those words, TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
walks into the SHOP with a WASTEPRO vest on, a cooler and
lunchbag in his hands, gloves and boots on, ready to go.

TRICKEY BREEDLOVE is a 33 year old, handsome fella. He's
bi-racial, black and white. He's got long, silky, curly
hair; very tan skin.

The man has tattoo sleeves on both arms, which are visible.
He smiles, showing pearly white teeth.
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
      (just entering the
       SHOP)
--What's up, guys. I'm TRICKEY
BREEDLOVE.--
                                                            
                       GEORGE
      (stuttering)
S-s-speak of the devil--why you
gotta p-p-perm, MR. BREEDLOVE?
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
--I don't have a perm, sir.
                                                            
                       MITCHELL
--You look like that maniac outta
LA...the bank robber who wore the
OBAMA MASK--MICKEY MONTANA...
                                                            

71.

                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
--Who, sir?--
                                                            
Everybody listens closely to MITCHELL...
                                                            
                       MITCHELL
--MICKEY MONTANA...That dude
killed a whole lot of
motherfuckers--cops
included...he's still on the
loose, too--you know, his Father
was a Cocaine Kingpin...taking
over everything, even
Florida...legend has it that
MICKEY's father died facing an
army of shooters by himself with
just an assault rifle. Killed
dozens of 'em, then--
      (snaps his fingers)
--He was shot in the back with a
shotgun by a sneaky
son-of-a-bitch, and he was a
goner...just like that. --
                                                            
                       CHESTER
--How do you know so much about
that, MITCHELL?
                                                            
                       MITCHELL
--I read all the news
stories...but, it's neither here
nor there, CHESTER...
                                                            
GREG changes the topic.
                                                            
                       GREG
      (to TRICKEY)
--Man, you look like Bruno Mars.
You mixed, huh?--
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
--Yes, sir, I'm mixed.--
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
Nah, he looks like Jimmy Hendrix,
man.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
--Now, how's this nigga look like
Bruno Mars and Jimmy Hendrix,
ya'll? He can't look like both,
now, Goddamn.
                                                            

72.

DUCK walks up to TRICKEY.

DUCK, well...he kinda walks like a duck, hence the name...
                                                            
                       DUCK
      (to TRICKEY,
       condescending)
--You ain't gonna be able to keep
up...half-breed.--
                                                            
Duck walks back where he was...
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
      (laughs off the
       bullshit)
I made it on time, right, CHESTER?
      (shakes CHESTER's
       hand)
I hope I'm not late for the
meeting.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
Yep, you're good TRICKEY. Now,
everybody--let's knock this safety
meeting out.
                                                            
FREEDOM is the substance that TRICKEY BREEDLOVE is made of;
that's why some of the guys are giving him hell.

None of the guys are welcoming to TRICKEY besides
CHESTER...and of course TIMMY...in his own way.
                                                            
TIMMY walks up to TRICKEY.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
      (shakes TRICKEY's
       hand)
Yo, what's up, man. I'm TIMMY
KOONTZ. Ima be ya Driver tomorrow,
if you pass ya training.--You eat
pussy?
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
TRICKEY BREEDLOVE, nice to meet
you, TIMMY--Yeah, man, I eat
pussy.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
What about ass? You eat ass?
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
Nah, homie.
                                                            

73.

                       TIMMY KOONTZ
Damn! Why not?! Am I the only
motherfucker that eats ass in this
place!?
                                                            
                       CHESTER
Excuse TIMMY, TRICKEY. He's not
all there--
      (claps hands to
       get full
       attention)
Now, guys, here's the plan--
                                                            
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INT. CONVENIENT STORE - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
TIMMY and RICO are in the CONVENIENT STORE, getting
breakfast, drinks among other things...
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
--Why you getting Sunflower Seeds,
man?
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
--I'm gonna distribute them to the
indigent prostitutes around
Northside, nigga.
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
Why, TIMMY?
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
--So...they'll be able to eat
something, but they'll still be
hungry...I fucking hate
prostitutes now, RICO! Just--just
don't worry about it, nigga.
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
--You serious, man?
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
I'm serious, nigga. You hear me?
I'm frustrated. I had the worst
night ever! I was tryna play it
cool in front of the new guy.
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
--You need to change ya tampon, my
nigga. You already being bitchy
this morning, for real, TIMMY...
                                                            

74.

The CASHIER comes out from the back of the store to attend
the register.
                                                            
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INT. THE WASTEPRO TRUCK - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
TIMMY starts the TRUCK, and gets moving. RICO chills in the
passenger, lighting a pre-rolled blunt he has...
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
--RICO, nigga, don't sweat what
happened to me! It ain't ya
business, okay?--
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
Aite, man. Fuck it. On another
note, let's get lit before we hit
the route, TIMMY. And, man, you
gotta get out and help me some, at
least part of the route.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
I can't do that partna...you know
my motherfucking blood-pressure
will go through the roof if I do
that!
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
      (tokes the blunt)
Whatever, man. What dumpster we
getting first?
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
--The one at LIFE-CONTROL in St.
Joe...
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
--Man, I hate that place.--It's
creepy as fuck.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
--What makes you say that, RICO?
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
      (tokes the blunt a
       few more times
       then passes it to
       TIMMY)
--The one in PANAMA CITY, people
don't leave...they experiment on
'em and shit, have 'em doing the
            (MORE)

75.

                       RICO REIGN (cont'd)
"Thorazine Shuffle" in no time...
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
      (hits the blunt a
       bunch of times)
--Damn, man. How you know that?
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
--You know how the streets be
talking, TIMMY.--
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
      (keeps toking the
       L)
Hell, yeah.
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
--Pass the ganja, negro.--
                                                            
TIMMY passes the blunt, and begins eating the biscuit he
bought.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
      (passes the blunt
       to RICO)
--Go ahead, big dog. I gotta eat
something...I'm hungrier than a
motherfucker; didn't even eat last
night...
                                                            
TIMMY eats the biscuit in about 25 seconds while driving.
RICO is astonished.
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
      (holds the blunt
       in his mouth and
       prepares his
       gloves)
--Nigga, you eat too fast...
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
--Fuck You, RICO--I tell ya what,
you better do this route fast,
nigga. I'm ready to get home, kick
my feet up.
                                                            
The two get to the first can of the route.
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
--I got this.--
                                                            

76.

THE SUN still has not come up. RICO fist bumps TIMMY, chugs
a water...he then puffs the blunt several times, and passes
the roach to TIMMY.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
      (looks at the
       roach with wide
       eyes)
--What I'm 'posed to do with this,
nigga?
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
      (ignores TIMMY,
       takes a deep
       breath)
--HERE WE GO...
                                                            
RICO prepares his I-Pod and hops out the truck...he is
listening to 'THA CARTER II' by LIL WAYNE---He attacks the
INDIAN PASS route.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
EXT. THE STREET - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
RICO dances as he approaches the can. He flips it extremely
quickly, and hops on the back of the truck. TIMMY knows he's
on, and takes off...

RICO keeps on dancing, even on the back of the WASTEPRO
TRUCK.

He is known around Northside as 'THE DANCING TRASHMAN'...

His main dream is to one day become the CEO of WASTEPRO.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. WASTEPRO TRUCK - LATER
                                                            
CHESTER and TRICKEY are leaving the SHOP, it's about 4:30AM
now. CHESTER is the Supervisor, and had to complete some
duties prior to leaving THE YARD.

He and TRICKEY are headed to do the HIGHLAND VIEW
route...one of the most difficult.

The morning air is fresh. The birds are chirping, and the
Sun is on the verge of rising.
                                                            

77.

                       CHESTER
      (mid-discussion)
---So ya Mom's white and ya Dad's
black, am I right?
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
--Yes, Sir.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
--Where you stay, youngin'?
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
--I live on the Southside,
CHESTER.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
--Damn, that's the white side.
They ain't hung you yet? How'd you
manage that?
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
--My Mom gave me the house in her
will. She died last winter. They
said she had a heart-attack...she
was--I think she was
murdered.--She was my best-friend.
Had me when she was 16, and she
took good care of me. Helped me
become a decent man. She moved
into the house from our hometown
in North Carolina about 10 years
ago, when I entered the service.
I--I didn't even get to see her in
that time-span. I visit her grave
every now and again--she's buried
in St. Joe. But, anyway...my
grandfather left the house to her
before she left it to me...I never
met him or any of my white family.
They're all mostly from 'round
here--the people are nice in my
area though, no hangings that I
know of. They been nothing but
kind to me. I've had a couple of
incidents with some strangers, but
nothing crazy, just
miscommunications.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
--I'm sorry to hear about your
loss. It's always hard for
everyone--losing they mama.--Was
your grand-dad in the service?
                                                            

78.

                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
--I'm not to sure...my Mom never
really took me around that part of
my family because they're "racist"
she said. My white side, with a
majority callin' her a
"Nigger-Lover". I know that
grandpa's passed away, I don't
think my grandma is alive
either...
                                                            
                       CHESTER
--What type of name is
'BREEDLOVE'? What's the origins?
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
It's American.
                                                            
It gets awkwardly silent for a moment.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
--I see you got on military boots,
TRICKEY...were you in the armed
forces???
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
Yes, sir. I was a medic in the
Navy.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
--How 'bout that. You ain't
mention that in your application
or your interview...how many men
you save?
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
--Too many to count.-
                                                            
                       CHESTER
How many you kill?
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
My fair share...
                                                            
                       CHESTER
Me too, kid. Me too.
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
--You served, sir?
                                                            
                       CHESTER
--Yep. Vietnam mainly, among other
places: '63-'69, with the Green
Berets...don't tell the boys
            (MORE)

79.

                       CHESTER (cont'd)
though, don't tell nobody. I
really only tell that to fellow
service members that I know get
it...what it is to be a soldier.
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
--Yes, Sir. I know what it is to
be a soldier. And, CHESTER, I
assure you, I won't tell a soul.--
                                                            
                       CHESTER
--Good.--
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
So, you're basically the
nigga-version of Rambo, huh?
                                                            
                       CHESTER
--That's one way of putting
it...why aren't you still in the
military?
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
--I knocked out my commanding
officer, and another
superior...got dishonorably
discharged, sir...
                                                            
                       CHESTER
Don't call me sir, kid. Them days
is over for me.--I forgot to ask
in your interview--You got any
kids? A wife?--
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
--A 4 year old daughter. And, I
been married to my wife for 7
years...she was my high-school
sweet-heart.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
--Good. Good. I like hiring family
guys on the crew...Family is
everything.--
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
--I agree, CHESTER. I live for my
wife and daughter. How about you?
You gotta wife, kids?
                                                            

80.

                       CHESTER
Nah, I never got married...and my
WASTEPRO guys...they're like my
kids.
                                                            
CHESTER drives with his hands 10-2...he's kinda elderly.
He's got a lot of wear-an-tear on him. He's about 6 ft 5.
Has short hair, a mustache, a beer-belly,
so-on-so-forth...but, he's still a WASTEPRO--dressed and
ready to work with his highlighted vest on, gloves, boots,
just like the other guys and TRICKEY.
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
--You guys seem like a tight crew.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
--What'd you do after getting out
of the Navy, man?--
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
--After hearing Mom passed, I came
here to FLORIDA with my wife and
kid...I worked as a Bartender at a
shitty restaurant in PC, then
became a Temp worker at the Oyster
Plant in Appalachicola...the pay
on both was shit. My wife told me
about WASTEPRO. I figured I could
do trash; especially with the good
pay you guys give. I'm really
hoping this works out, CHESTER. I
gotta feed my family.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
--I heard that, kid. Well, here's
your chance...the first can is
coming up next couple of miles.
Get ready, buddy. A couple hours
of this when that Sun comes up and
you're gonna be vomiting,
cramping, eat up with fire ants,
so on--but, if you persevere and
conquer the elements today, then
you'll make the team...you'll be
able to feed your family. I
promise ya, brother.--First
though, you gonna have to feel
some pain and get in WASTEPRO
shape.
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
--I highly doubt that I'll be
vomiting, CHESTER, or cramping.
I've hydrated, and I'm in pretty
            (MORE)

81.

                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE (cont'd)
decent shape.
                                                            
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6 HOURS LATER:
                                                            
 
EXT. STREET - DAY
                                                            
TRICKEY, on the Highland View route, flips several cans.
He's halfway through with the tortuous route. He's sparingly
using the truck to travel to the cans, instead he is
sprinting or jogging mostly.

CHESTER is not helping him one bit, but rather he is testing
TRICKEY's stamina and physicality, watching his every move
in the training process.

CHESTER is hands-off, laissez faire; he just lets TRICKEY go
at it; any WASTEPRO is a natural WASTEPRO. If they aren't
natural with it, then they eventually get fired by day's
end.

CHESTER can tell that TRICKEY is a natural-born WASTEPRO...

MR. BREEDLOVE finally hops onto the back of the truck.

Suddenly, it hits TRICKEY as he holds tightly to the handles
on the back of the TRUCK...

His entire body starts cramping--his toes, abdomen, back,
neck, legs...they just start cramping rapidly and intensely
like he has Rigor Mortis.

TRICKEY randomly hops off the back of the TRUCK into the
grass before he gets to the next can, and he yells in great
pain.

CHESTER stops the truck and gets out quickly to check on
TRICKEY.

TRICKEY throws up, and shouts:
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
      (vomiting,
       cramping)
--Something just bit me on the
BALLS!!!
                                                            
                       CHESTER
      (observing TRICKEY)
--A Fire-Ant, most likely. All
these things you're
            (MORE)

82.

                       CHESTER (cont'd)
experiencing...they happen to
everyone on the first day.
Everybody, I assure you. Now, if
you get over this--drink yourself
some water, eat something, rest in
the shade, doctor ya sack--and
then you finish the route, then
you'll be a certified WASTEPRO.
You'll wake up in the morning,
absolutely ready to flip cans. You
probly don't believe me, but it's
true. You'll be flipping cans in
your sleep tonight. I'm telling
ya. Just get over this hump, man.
It'll be worth it.--
                                                            
TRICKEY yells in pain, but gives a thumbs up.

CHESTER throws TRICKEY a bottle of water, which he chugs in
a split-second...

And, he then calls GEORGE, TIMMY, and GREG on his
blue-tooth, in a "conference-call"...
                                                            
                       CHESTER
      (into his
       blue-tooth
       headset)
-How's everybody doing?--
                                                            
The WASTEPROS all reply: "Good, CHESTER."
                                                            
                       CHESTER
--GEORGE, you get Ms. Chastain's
garbage yet? She reported that it
was missed last week...
                                                            
                       GEORGE
      (on the conference
       call)
--H-h-hold ya horses,
CHESTER...She's on Drugs!!! I-I
got that can, I know-I--I did.--
                                                            
                       CHESTER
      (into his head-set)
--Just get the damn can, GEORGE...
                                                            
                       GEORGE
--Aite.--I will, man. A-a-and I'm
bout 4 hours from done,
CHESTER...I'm slow today.
                                                            

83.

                       CHESTER
--TIMMY, ya'll through yet? You
should be finishing up at least...
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
--Damn, CHESTER. I'm at the Crib,
eating good, 'bout to nap,
watching Steven Segal movies. I
been done. I helped RICO on the
route today, so we finished up
quick as shit.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
More power to ya, KOONTZ. How
about you, GREG? Update me...
                                                            
                       GREG
--Man, fuck this shit, CHESTER.
We're not even on can 50 yet.
We're broke down out here in the
cape...I have no cell-reception
out here at all. I can't get
MITCHELL or COLLEEN on the phone
with what little reception I
have...I still ain't got no
dumpsters. This is a cluster-fuck.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
--Okay, I'll call MITCHELL after I
get off the phone with you,
GREG...I'm sure he's just held up
with other business or something.
I'll have him fix ya up ASAP,
don't worry. And, if you still
aren't finished with the route by
the time me and the new guy finish
up, then we'll come help ya...
                                                            
                       GREG
Okay, bet.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
--Over and out, boys.--
                                                            
CHESTER ends the conference call, and then calls
MITCHELL--the repair guy...

TRICKEY is still in pure agony, lying on the ground,
squirming and fighting the muscle cramps...
                                                            

84.

                       MITCHELL
      (on the phone with
       CHESTER)
Yeah?
                                                            
                       CHESTER
--Where are ya, man? GREG and DUCK
are stuck on a route, the truck
broke down.
                                                            
                       MITCHELL
--I'll be at the SHOP in 10
minutes, CHESTER, and I'll get
them up and going in no time. Will
COLLEEN be at the SHOP?
                                                            
                       CHESTER
Yeah, she should be there,
MITCHELL. I appreciate that you'll
fix GREG up--I'll holler at ya
later, man.
                                                            
                       MITCHELL
--Alrighty, man.
                                                            
CHESTER hangs up with MITCHELL...
                                                            
                       CHESTER
--All right, buddy, let's finish
this route up.---We might have to
go help GREG and DUCK once we
finish up here.
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
--Ah, for the Love of God...
                                                            
                       CHESTER
--God is Love, kid. Now get up,
and get it together. We got plenty
of work to do...
                                                            
TRICKEY's not done; his body is just in a state of shock.
The FLORIDA HEAT is said to be THE WASTEPROS number one
enemy.

TRICKEY's body is starting to calm down a bit...he's
overcome the shock of fipping cans in the unfriendly FLORIDA
climate...it takes some getting used to; you gotta be in
better shape than an NBA 6th man to be a WASTEPRO...
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 

85.

INT. THE TRUCK - LATER
                                                            
TRICKEY and CHESTER are on their way to the last can of the
route.

MR. BREEDLOVE is just chilling, with his arm hanging out the
window.

He has his shirt off, and just his WASTEPRO vest on. His
tattoos and scars are exposed...
                                                            
                       CHESTER
--Why all the tattoos? And, how'd
you get those scars, kid?
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
      (gets ready to get
       the last can)
--A tale for another time,
boss-man. Now, where's the can? I
don't see it.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
--This is a "walk-up"...it's right
behind that fence in the yard. Go
grab it, flip it, take it back and
we're done...then we gotta check
on GREG and DUCK and see if they
need help.
                                                            
TRICKEY exits the TRUCK.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
EXT. A PRIVATE YARD - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
TRICKEY BREEDLOVE flips the last can of the route smooth as
butter...then hops back in the WASTEPRO TRUCK.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
EXT. SIDE OF THE ROAD - AFTERNOON
                                                            
CAPE SAN BLAS:
                                                            
CHESTER and TRICKEY approach GREG and DUCK as they stand on
the side of the road. They've not finished the
route...they've broke down again with about 140 cans left to
be got.
                                                            

86.

                       CHESTER
--What's up, fellas?--
                                                            
                       DUCK
--What's up is, we been standing
here with our thumbs firmly
planted up our asses just like we
were this morning. MITCHELL said
he fixed our TRUCK but obviously
that motherfucker was lying.
                                                            
                       GREG
--Man, CHESTER, I'm literally too
hot to finish this route. The
motherfucking TRUCK won't even cut
on, so we ain't had AC. We been
stuck all morning, then we bout
knocked this bitch out, but then
the TRUCK cut off on me again.
MITCHELL ain't nowhere around and
I can't get a hold of 'em. Man,
will ya'll finish this route for
us, please?
                                                            
                       DUCK
-I'll tell ya right now, I ain't
flipping another fucking can!--
                                                            
                       CHESTER
--TRICKEY and I will finish this
up for ya'll---Ya'll call ya
wives, and get them to pick ya up,
I'll pay for the gas...My bad,
guys, I thought this TRUCK was up
and runnin'. I'll talk to MITCHELL
and see what's up. I need to call
COLLEEN, and see what the hell's
going on. I tried callin' her
earlier but got no answer...either
way, ya'll hang on to the back of
the truck, I'll drop you off at
the store, and ya'll get ya
something to eat till ya wives
come, on me.
                                                            
                       DUCK
      (smirking, being
       an asshole)
--I bet the half-breed won't be
able to do the last part of this
route...he look worn out.
                                                            

87.

                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
--You duck-walking motherfucker,
you quack like a duck...I'll put
you in that goddamn hopper and
have the blade crush your
bitch-ass, nigga.
                                                            
DUCK immediately gets angered and charges TRICKEY.

GREG tries to hold DUCK back to no avail. TRICKEY stands
still, and takes a fighting position.
                                                            
                       GREG
      (trying to
       restrain DUCK)
DUCK, chill, man.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
--This oughta be good.--
                                                            
DUCK swings on TRICKEY three times.

MR. BREEDLOVE dodges the punches like Floyd 'Money'
Mayweather; no sweat...

Within moments, TRICKEY backs up and kicks DUCK in the face
so hard that he goes flying into the hopper and the many
garbage-juices...
                                                            
                       GREG
      (in awe of the
       kick to DUCK's
       face)
--Holy Fuck!!!
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
He swung on me!!! You saw him, I
had to do what I just did!
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. THE STORE - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
DUCK and GREG are sitting at THE STORE in CAPE SAN BLAS
waiting on their wives to give them rides.

DUCK is holding an ice-pack on his face and eating at the
same time.
                                                            
                       DUCK
My fucking face hurts, man...damn.
                                                            

88.

                       GREG
--It's hurts me too...You
shouldn't have held your left at
your hip like that, DUCK.
                                                            
                       DUCK
      (eating good)
--Fuck you, GREG. Why ain't you
eating nothing.
                                                            
                       GREG
I can't eat, nigga--You got
hopper-juice all over ya--ya smell
like 'Boodisky'...
                                                            
                       DUCK
--What's that?
                                                            
                       GREG
--Booty, Dick, and Pussy...
                                                            
                       DUCK
--Damn...
                                                            
The news, on the TV of THE STORE, cuts to a brutal and
gruesome story...
                                                            
                       NEWS REPORTER
--This morning, a horrific
discovery was made by POLICE...16
African-American bodies were found
in THE WOODS of WEWAHITCHKA; 12
were hanged, 3 shot, and 1 was
crucified upside down and
burned...the authorities have no
leads, suspects, or evidence. If
anyone has any information on who
committed these evil acts, please
contact the POLICE---Now, to our
next story...hold on, we seem to
be experiencing technical diff--
                                                            
GREG and DUCK watch, with their jaws dropped...

CAPTAIN KARL NOOSE appears out-of-nowhere on the tube,
masked-up, in full black KKK-Garb...it's almost as if OSAMA
BIN LADEN is making a speech wearing a KKK uniform.

CAPTAIN NOOSE, however, does not make himself known or
reveal his name...he remains mysterious, ominous and scary
as hell.

His voice is disguised by the voice-synthesizer.
                                                            

89.

                       CAPTAIN KARL NOOSE
--Ladies and Gentlemen...pardon
the interruption--I just want to
tell you how I am going to commit
genocide--in the Name of God. The
black race will soon feel
DEATH--it is a punishment to some,
to some a gift, and to them it
will be a favor!!! Tomorrow, the
community of NORTHSIDE will feel
the full extent of God's Wrath.
Something is coming...for all
those of the black race. The
blacks, specifically, must
systematically be erased,
vaporized off the face of the
Earth. The Aryan race is the only
race that will be on this earth in
50 years...I'll see to that. The
Jews will die off, the Arabs, the
Gooks, the Mexicans, they'll fade,
regardless. But, the Niggers? They
multiply like rabbits, and they're
raping this great country with
every new one that enters the
system. To that, I say no more.
The Jim Crow Laws will be
reinstituted. All the Nigger-Towns
throughout America will be
wiped-out and reconstructed with
whites only. No more will the
white people of this nation sit
back, and hand over our schools,
healthcare, food, water, and homes
over to the negro. It ends now.
Tomorrow, they will know
pain...all starting here in
FLORIDA...the rage will spread
like wild-fire. Soon--whites will
rule again. FOREVER. Mark my
words...
      (raises hit white
       fist)
WHITE POWER!!!
                                                            
The TV cuts back to the newscast.
                                                            
                       GREG
What the fuck!?
                                                            
                       DUCK
--The KKK ain't shit...
                                                            

90.

                       GREG
--After seeing that, I might keep
my wife and kids at home--Ima not
let 'em go to church tomorrow
because of that wicked ass shit
right there, man, for real.--
                                                            
                       DUCK
      (holding the
       ic-pack to his
       face still)
Man, them boys ain't gonna do
shit. Church is Cynthia and
Felicia's favorite part of the
week. I ain't gonna let them
nigga-hatin' motherfuckers
intimidate me or my family, or
stop them from worshippin'. Fuck
that, homie.--
                                                            
                       GREG
      (uncertain)
--You right, bro.--
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. THE TRUCK - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
CHESTER looks at TRICKEY kind of shocked by what just
occurred...
                                                            
                       CHESTER
--What, you know kung-fu or
somethin', TRICKEY?
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
      (non-chalant)
--7th Degree Black-Belt...
                                                            
                       CHESTER
--Well, that explains that...
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
EXT. THE STREET - LATER
                                                            
TRICKEY is conquering the end of this route. He flips two
cans, and sprints to the last 5. He doesn't even hop on the
back of the TRUCK. The confrontation with DUCK got his
blood-pumpin'.


91.

TRICKEY flips the last few cans faster than CHESTER has ever
seen before, from a newbie; from anybody.

CHESTER is examining TRICKEY very closely from the monitor
in the truck which gets feed from a camera at the top of the
back.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. THE TRUCK - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
CHESTER watches and coasts as TRICKEY sprints and flips all
of the last remaining cans with such ease. CHESTER is happy
with how TRICKEY's training day went, it's written all over
his face...he's found his new guy.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
      (soliloquy)
--This kid's got potential...
                                                            
He honks the horn, waves for TRICKEY to come up. MR.
BREEDLOVE does so with a warm smile on his face...

Entering the vehicle, he chugs some water...
                                                            
CHESTER pulls the TRUCK off to leave the Cape.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
--That's the last can for the day,
kid.
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
--I could get used to this,
CHESTER. I love the work...
                                                            
                       CHESTER
Well--you're hired. You're
officially a WASTEPRO. You'll be
working with TIMMY KOONTZ
tomorrow.
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
--He's a good guy, I can tell. I
look forward to working with him.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
--Now, I gotta get in touch with
COLLEEN and MITCHELL, see what the
hell is going on.
                                                            
CHESTER can't get COLLEEN on the phone...


92.

He can't get a hold of her; he's concerned, but not too
much.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
--COLLEEN's probably just sick or
something...took a day off.
                                                            
He calls MITCHELL.

MITCHELL answers.
                                                            
                       MITCHELL
--Hello?
                                                            
                       CHESTER
--Everything okay, MITCHELL?
                                                            
                       MITCHELL
--Yeah, CHESTER, but I had to take
my kid to the ER. He had another
seizure. My bad, I kinda took the
day off. I'll be back tomorrow. I
just gotta look after my kid, you
know?
                                                            
                       CHESTER
Okay, buddy. I'm sorry ya kid's
going through that. I'll see ya at
work tomorrow hopefully. If ya
can't make it, give me a call.
                                                            
                       MITCHELL
Yes, sir.
                                                            
MITCHELL hangs up.

CHESTER hangs up.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
--MITCHELL just can't catch a
break. His poor kid is always
sick. He might not make it in. At
least I know what's going on. If
COLLEEN don't answer by tomorrow
morning then I'm gonna go by her
house. If MITCHELL and COLLEEN
don't show up tomorrow, then it'll
be Hell.
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
I'm ready for tomorrow. I gotta
rest up, but I'm ready, I think.
                                                            

93.

                       CHESTER
      (a bit distracted
       in his head)
--I think you'll knock it out,
kid.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
EXT. THE GRAVE-YARD - EVENING
                                                            
TRICKEY, having just got off, is visiting his mother's
grave...

He stands at the headstone, exhausted from his new job as a
WASTEPRO.
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
      (talking to his
       mother's spirit)
--I think I got the job, mom. Ima
WASTEPRO. I flipped over 500 cans
today by myself. This'll pay
great, better than any job I've
had since becoming a civilian
again, really, and it's
good-honest work. My bossman is
cool, and so are the other guys. I
think it's gonna pay off for me,
TIFFANY and TAALOR.--They're doing
great. I tell TAALOR about you
sometimes. She'll say, "where is
this sweet grandma that you speak
of?".
      (smiles)
--She's smart as a whip and
growing like a weed, mom. She and
TIFFANY are my reason for living,
I love them deeply. I know you do
too. I know you're watchin' over
them and me. I--I just wanted to
come by and tell ya that I miss
ya, mom. I might not make it by
for a couple weeks, because work's
gonna get hectic.--But, next time
I swing by I'll bring you flowers.
I love you, mom.
                                                            
TRICKEY kisses his hand and pats the headstone of his
mother...

He walks away, in good spirits.
                                                            

94.

                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
EXT. TRICKEY'S HOUSE - LATER
                                                            
TRICKEY BREEDLOVE pulls up to his HOUSE on the Southside,
and parks his BLACK 2010 FORD F-150.

He walks up the door-step, and opens the front-door with his
keys...
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. TRICKEY'S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
TRICKEY smiles at his beautiful daughter and his elegant
red-bone wife: TAALOR and TIFFANY.

TAALOR, his daughter, is about 5, has green eyes, curly
hair.

TIFFANY, his wife, is drop-dead gorgeous. Purely and
seductively sexy...

They light his day up, from what has been labor-filled,
vigorous, and just plain ole' hard.
                                                            
                       TIFFANY
      (discontinues
       washing dishes,
       runs from out of
       the kitchen)
--Hey, baby!
                                                            
                       TAALOR
      (drops her toys)
--Daddy!!!--
      (runs toward
       TRICKEY with her
       arms wide open)
--Where in the heck have you been
all day?!!!
                                                            
TRICKEY and his daughter embrace, and he hugs her like a
bear and kisses her on her puffy cheek.

TIFFANY just stands there smiling at the two of them. She
winks at TRICKEY as he hugs their daughter. He winks back.
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
--Working, sweet-heart...working
hard. I'm so tired, I bet my face
is gonna fall in my supper.
            (MORE)

95.

                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE (cont'd)
      (holds his daugter
       in his arms)
--What are we having anyway, huh?
What did Mommy cook for us?
                                                            
                       TIFFANY
--Well, mommy cooked Spaghetti for
supper...but, you MR. BREEDLOVE,
you gotta eat something else
before that.--No negotiating.
Where you been? Who you been with?
And, why do you smell like Ass
mixed with Gasoline?
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
--Girl, just give me a hug and a
kiss, before I lay the hammer down
on ya.
                                                            
                       TIFFANY
Oh, really? Like you be doing them
other hoes?
                                                            
TRICKEY puts his daughter down and points to her room...
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
-Go play in ya room, baby. When
the little hand of the clock moves
over two times, I'll tuck you in
and read you a story.
                                                            
TAALOR runs to her room.
                                                            
                       TAALOR
--Yes, daddy.
                                                            
TRICKEY and TIFFANY kiss, hug and look each other in the
eyes...their daughter shuts her door.
                                                            
                       TIFFANY
--Now, let me smell ya dick...
                                                            
TRICKEY rolls his eyes, and pulls down his pants for his
wife to examine the goods.
                                                            
                       TIFFANY
--Since when did these hoes'
pussies smell like trash? Nigga,
you need to take a shower...then,
I MIGHT let you get this Pussy.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            

96.

30 MINUTES LATER
                                                            
TRICKEY exits the shower.

His wife pounces on him like a wild-animal.

They proceed to make love in their bed-room.
                                                            
47 SECONDS LATER...
                                                            
TRICKEY is passed out from all the work he did earlier, on
the bottom of TIFFANY...

Being a WASTEPRO wears a man out.
                                                            
                       TIFFANY
      (shakes TRICKEY)
--NIGGA! WAKE UP! I'm getting this
nut!!!
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
      (sound asleep)
Spa--spaghetti.
                                                            
                       TIFFANY
--That's why I have 'MR.
ROGERS'...
                                                            
TIFFANY pulls out a Dildo, goes into the master-closet, and
proceeds to please herself for a few minutes...
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
1 HOUR LATER:
                                                            
 
INT. TAALOR'S ROOM - NIGHT
                                                            
Having awaken, TRICKEY walks into TAALOR's ROOM with her
favorite book: "GREEN EGGS n' HAM"...
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
Knock. Knock. I brought your
favorite book, baby-girl...may I
read to you before you go
night-night?
                                                            
                       TAALOR
--Yes, sir. I been waiting forever
for you to read to me, daddy.
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
--I'm sorry for the wait, darlin'.
                                                            

97.

                       TAALOR
Guess what?
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
--What?
                                                            
                       TAALOR
--Me and Mommy found a new church
to go to around here. We're going
tomorrow. I'm excited, daddy.
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
--Mommy mentioned that sweet-girl.
That's wonderful.--I won't be able
to go with you; daddy's gotta
work.--How about instead, after I
read to you, we pray to Jesus. I
want to start praying to God with
you--I should be doing that way
more often.
                                                            
                       TAALOR
That sounds awesome. And, it's
okay, daddy. JESUS LOVES
EVERYBODY; even if they forget to
pray. Remember that.
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
      (smiles)
--Yes, Ma'am, I sure will.
                                                            
TRICKEY reads 'GREEN EGGS n' HAM' to his daughter till she
falls fast asleep...
                                                            
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INT. THE BEDROOM - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
TRICKEY walks into his bed-room. His wife is half-asleep.

He lays beside her.
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
--Goodnight, baby. I LOVE YOU.
                                                            
                       TIFFANY
--I LOVE YOU TOO, TRICKEY. I
ALWAYS HAVE and I ALWAYS WILL...
                                                            
TRICKEY sets his alarm-clock for 2AM. He has to be at work
by 4AM.


98.

He cuts the bed-room lamp off and then passes out easier
than ever before...
                                                            
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INT. TRICKEY'S HOUSE - MORNING
                                                            
2 AM:
                                                            
TRICKEY awakens...his body's more exhausted than ever. He
still gets up.

He kisses his family goodbye, smokes a L, eats, gets dressed
and then dips from his spot to WASTEPRO. Time is money, work
is everything, right now to TRICKEY BREEDLOVE.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. CHESTER'S TRUCK - LATER
                                                            
CHESTER and DUCK are just ridin'...however both are worried
to death.
                                                            
                       DUCK
      (mid-discussion)
--Man, that broadcast was some of
the scariest shit I've ever
witnessed. It was fucking insane,
CHESTER...
                                                            
                       CHESTER
      (distracted)
I feel ya, DUCK. I'm just worried
about COLLEEN...
                                                            
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CHESTER, having abandoned his route, is on his way to
COLLEEN's...DUCK is with him.
                                                            
                       CHESTER
--I kinda figured MITCHELL wasn't
coming in because of his kid, but
I've never known COLLEEN to miss
and not give at least a call. I
gotta check on her.
                                                            
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99.

INT. COLLEEN'S HOUSE - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
After knocking and waiting, CHESTER kicks in COLLEEN's
door...he and DUCK enter the home to a vile sight.
                                                            
                       DUCK
      (depressed)
--No...COLLEEN.
                                                            
COLLEEN sits in her recliner, with an axe stuck in her head,
blood all over her face...it's everywhere.

On the living-room wall above her is written: "NIGGER LOVER"
in her very own blood...

Also, there's a map beside the writing with a location on it
circled in blood...
                                                            
                       CHESTER
-N-n-NO. NO!!!
      (punches a hole
       through the wall)
--Those motherfuckers!!!---I gotta
warn the other guys.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
EXT. COLLEEN'S HOUSE - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
As he and DUCK leave COLLEEN's, CHESTER calls GEORGE
first...
                                                            
                       GEORGE
--W-w-what's up, CHESTER?
                                                            
                       CHESTER
      (to GEORGE)
--We gotta go to WEWA. Take your
gun and knife, GEORGE. Meet me at
the estate of can 52 on that route
in 30 minutes.
                                                            
                       GEORGE
--What you mean? What's going on?
                                                            
                       CHESTER
      (into his headset)
JUST DO IT!
                                                            
DUCK and CHESTER take off in THE WASTEPRO TRUCK...
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 

100.

EXT. THE WOODS - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
LOCATION: WEWAHITCHKA
                                                            
RICO hops out of GREG's truck ready to flip the
cans...there's supposed to be three...there aren't any
though.
                                                            
                       GREG
--Hurry up, you know we in KKK
territory.
                                                            
                       RICO REIGN
      (looks around)
--Aite.
      (raises his arms
       up to GREG)
What the fuck, where they at?
      (narrating)
--Days like these, I hate...the
cans are always in other spots,
like they're living or something.
I still flip them bitches fast
as---
                                                            
RICO gets a head-shot, directly between the eyes...he dies,
Johnny-on-the-spot.

GREG gets ambushed and drug out of his car, and beaten to
Death by many GHOST SOLDIERS...
                                                            
                       GREG
      (yelling in FEAR
       OF DEATH)
-No, No, NO!!!
                                                            
GREG's phone is ringin'...it's CHESTER.

GREG doesn't answer...
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
                                         1 HOUR LATER:
                                                            
CHESTER, GEORGE, and DUCK sit outside of CAPTAIN NOOSE's HQ
along with their two WASTEPRO TRUCKS...

They feel Death's presence, and they walk slowly toward the
HQ...armed with nothin' but pistols and knives...
                                                            
                       DUCK
--Why ain't you call TIMMY and the
half-breed?
                                                            

101.

                       CHESTER
--TIMMY wouldn't be able to do
nothing, little as he is, DUCK.
And, I don't want the new guy
involved with what's about to
happen...
                                                            
CHESTER, DUCK and GEORGE each take another step...
                                                            
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All 3 set off traps...They get captured in a giant-net.

GEORGE, DUCK and CHESTER fight the net-trap with all they've
got...with no triumph.

As a last-ditch effort, CHESTER calls TIMMY. It goes to the
voicemail...
                                                            
Hollering and gun-shots can be heard in the distance.
                                                            
                       DUCK
      (fighting the net)
--Fuck! Fuck!--
                                                            
                       GEORGE
      (stuttering out of
       pure fear)
--C-C-CHESTER! W-w-what the hell
is going on!?
                                                            
                       CHESTER
      (into his headset)
--TIMMY, I'm in WEWA! Can 52! THE
WOODS! Get help, man! Hurry, they
got us!!! They killed COLLEEN!
They're gonna kill everybody!!!
Get help!
                                                            
CHESTER hangs up.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. TIMMY'S TRUCK - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
TIMMY and TRICKEY are cruising to the next area they gotta
hit for the route in BLOUNTSTOWN.

It's a spread out route, so there's a lot of riding for
TRICKEY; not as intense as his training day...

Some of the cans are 5-7 miles apart from each other...
                                                            

102.

                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
      (mid-discussion)
--I'm a Republican, man. I believe
in Conservatism. Ronald Reagan is
my favorite president, for real,
man.
                                                            
TIMMY gets the call from CHESTER, but he ignores it...
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
      (fiddling with his
       ringing phone)
--You use a lot of big words,
nigga. You go to college or
something?
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
--I went to ECU in North Carolina.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
Shit, you from NC?
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
Yep.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
--That's what's up. So...REAGAN is
your favorite president, huh?
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
Yeah. Definitely.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
Them was some good years, boy,
I'll tell ya. Business was booming
then, cuz. I was sellin'
cocaine...that's why I went to
prison. I made a lot of money off
that shit though, when REAGAN was
in that bitch.
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
--A lil' coke money never hurt
nobody...I use to make it say it's
name is "Toby", ya feel me?--And
yeah, REAGAN did his thing 'till
the Russians got to 'em.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
--They rigged the 2016 Election
didn't they?
                                                            

103.

                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
--They did a hell of a lot more
than that, TIMMY. DONALD TRUMP is
Vladimir Putin's PUPPET. VLADIMIR
PUTIN has over $180 BILLION
DOLLARS, man. He is the most
powerful man in the world...so
far. I guess TRUMP is PUTIN's
asshole buddy, or somethin'.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
--I miss OBAMA, man, for real.
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
--OBAMA helped create ISIS, man.
Fuck that token-ass negro.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
--Damn, nigga! Them ISIS
motherfuckers are fucking shit
up...why you think OBAMA made
them? What makes you say that?
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
-It's the truth, man. He sold
weapons and gave cash, through
CIA, to the Syrian rebels and AL
QAEDA, and them motherfuckers that
got those weapons and cash morphed
into ISIS, for real, TIMMY.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
--If that shit is true,
then---DAMN. Finding that that's
true would be like when I found
out BARRY BONDS was on steroids.
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
--The Russians run the steroid
game, too. They got all the
advanced steroids, and all their
athletes are on it, even the
Olympians. Hell, America's
athletes are doping too. Lance
Armstrong, Marion Jones, Jon
Jones...Shit, it wouldn't surprise
me if Lebron James was on
HGH--Michael Jordan might have--
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
--Woah. Woah, nigga. Slow ya roll.
My #1 idol is Michael Jordan,
besides Jesus. To say MJ took
steroids is blasphemy,
            (MORE)

104.

                       TIMMY KOONTZ (cont'd)
TRICKEY...pure blasphemy. Lebron?
Now I can see him taking 'roids,
'cause that nigga been missing a
hair-line since '07, but don't
talk about MJ like that, big dog.
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
Okay, man. Whatever you say---man,
I wish I could've went to church
with my wife and kid.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
I wish I had a feather to tickle
my asshole with, but you don't
hear me complaining do you?--
      (stops the TRUCK
       in a panic)
Damn!---TRICKEY! Get out and save
that turtle, man, quick!
                                                            
There's a turtle in the road...
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
--What, man. Run the motherfucker
over, I ain't gettin' that thing.
I'll get salmonella or some shit.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
Aite, then, TRICKEY. I was gonna
buy ya lunch, but hell nah, fuck
that. I'll get the turtle myself.
      (gets out of the
       TRUCK)
Damn, man, you ruthless, won't
even a save a turtle!
                                                            
TIMMY is so short that only the top of his shiny bald head
can be seen from TRICKEY's view as TIMMY walks in front of
the TRUCK to save the turtle.

TIMMY, with a kind-heart, takes the turtle to the other side
of the road where it was headed.
                                                            
TIMMY KOONTZ then gets back in the TRUCK and proceeds
onward.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
See, that wasn't hard. I saved
that motherfucker, easy.
                                                            

105.

                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
      (changes topic
       suddenly)
--Man, you smoke weed?
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
      (smacks his lips)
--Nigga, I AM THE WEEDMAN. Fuck
you mean? I GOT THAT SEPTIC DANK,
bruh!
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
--Let me getta zone of strong off
you, man.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
--I got you when we get off,
TRICKEY. I got that killa' too.
I'll do you a zone for the
$280--hell, and we'll smoke one
now. Fuck it, I didn't know if you
smoked so I've refrained. But, now
that I know you smoke, nigga, we
smokin'.
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
Hell yeah, man, $280. That's
cheaper than what my other guy
HIPPY-JOHN does. I appreciate
you'll smoke with me too,
homie.--I honestly thought you
wouldn't smoke or have any...but,
outta all the guys, you seemed the
likeliest pot-smoker.
                                                            
TIMMY pulls a L, like magic, from out-of-the-blue...
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
      (lights a
       pre-rolled blunt)
Oh yeah, big dog. Me without weed
is like a kangaroo without a tail.
RICO be blazin' too. I don't think
GREG do, or any the other fellas.
Damn sure don't bring that shit up
to CHESTER or he'll fire ya ass.
But, anyway.--Man, you tellin me
that OBAMA created ISIS is like
when I found out OJ killed ole'
girl. Or, finding out that Bill
Cosby raped all them bitches.--
                                                            

106.

                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
--I feel ya, man. He wasn't really
in it for the puddin', huh?
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
      (hits the blunt
       several times
       then passes it to
       TRICKEY)
Damn. You right.
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
      (gently tokes the
       blunt)
--The BILL COSBY thing really
showed me that our great country
is fallin' apart, bro.
                                                            
It's gets silent for a moment as TRICKEY tokes the blunt...
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
      (concerned)
--Man, why don't you eat ass?
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
--I tried it once on a
chick...it's an acquired taste,
man, that I would not like to
acquire...I just love pussy.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
--I look forward to the day that
you can swipe pussy with a credit
card after you get it.--I saw a
chick on redtube that can blow
smoke outta her vagina, yo!!!
That's my new fetish, besides BBC.
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
--BBC means "Big Black Cock",
TIMMY...you know that, right?
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
--Yes, nigga, of course I do! I
don't wanna see no little,
shriveled white cock fuckin' no
phat-pussy, man...Shit---why do
they be callin' that Russian nigga
"pootin". Is that a joke or
somethin', bruh?
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            

107.

23 MINUTES LATER:
                                                            
 
EXT. THE WOODS - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
                       CAPTAIN KARL NOOSE
      (walks out from
       nowhere)
Hiya, CHESTER...long time, no see,
huh?
                                                            
CAPTAIN NOOSE is wearing his black-uniform, yet he's
unmasked--armed with a knife, the Klansman fiddles with the
rope CHESTER, DUCK, and GEORGE are trapped in.

He toys with them...
                                                            
                       CHESTER
--CAPTAIN NOOSE?
                                                            
                       CAPTAIN KARL NOOSE
--Yes, sir. In the
Flesh.---CHESTER, I gotta
question, brother.---How many
Niggers does it take to screw in a
light-bulb?
                                                            
CAPTAIN NOOSE's white-bearded, unmasked face is missing an
eye. He has a scarred neck as if it's been sliced...it
was...by CHESTER, back in the day.
                                                            
CHESTER, angry-eyed, doesn't respond to CAPTAIN NOOSE...
                                                            
                       CAPTAIN KARL NOOSE
--None!!! Niggers can't afford a
light-bill, you know that!
                                                            
                       CHESTER
--You won't get away with this,
KARL.
                                                            
                       CAPTAIN KARL NOOSE
--How sure are you about that?
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. THE CHURCH - MORNING
                                                            
Black folks and some white folk, young, old, rich, poor are
congregating and worshipping on the Northside...

They're praising Jesus Christ, singing hymns and they're all

108.

in the spirit, even the kids.

TRICKEY, GREG, GEORGE, CHESTER, RICO, DUCK, and TIMMY's
families are at THE CHURCH...

Blacks and half-blacks can only attend this church, the rest
of the churches are ALL-WHITE...

THE PREACHER-MAN approaches the Stage and speaks at the
podium very genuinely and passionately.
                                                            
                       THE PREACHER-MAN
--Lord Jesus Christ, help me
preach today...help me forgive
those who trespass against my
people!!! Lord Jesus!!!---BLESS
ALL THOSE WHO ARE BEING OPPRESSED
IN THIS SATANIC WORLD, AND HELP
ALL THOSE BEING PERSECUTED,
MURDERED, BEHEADED, HUNG, RAPED,
CRUCIFIED...for trivial,
meaningless reasons. Like skin
color, like beliefs, like
politics, or class. The LORD GOD
ALMIGTHY will have it no longer;
the Jews, just like our people,
have suffered throughout time
because of the hatred of others,
who felt it "necessary" to kill,
steal and destroy; ERADICATE those
people!!! God will allow it no
longer, I'm here to tell ya today,
brothers and sisters, we will
unite as one. Jesus will protect
us. These people of hate have gone
too far for too long, and they
have the wrath of God upon them.
We all do. We gotta pray for our
enemies, brothers and sisters. We
gotta fight for our rights; to
worship and to live freely, which
our people, despite what the TV
tries to say, are still
enslaved.--Is this life
meaningless? I ask sometimes.
ABSOLUTELY NOT!!! JESUS HAS A
DIVINE PLAN, that will be executed
swiftly. He will come like a THIEF
IN THE NIGHT. And, when He does,
you will be saved...if you have
repented and placed utter, soulful
Faith in The Lord Jesus Christ. He
is God, Brothers and Sisters.
            (MORE)

109.

                       THE PREACHER-MAN (cont'd)
And...HE IS RISEN.---
                                                            
A phone starts ringing in THE CHURCH...

It's actually on the stage, nobody is claiming it...

THE PREACHER-MAN walks up to the device, and picks it up.
                                                            
                       THE PREACHER-MAN
      (holding the phone)
--Who brought they' phone in THE
CHURCH. That's blasphemous,
ya'll...JESUS DON'T LIKE CELL
PHONES; especially in THE
CHURCH.--
      (fiddling with the
       device)
--They didn't have cell-phones in
85', man--How the hell you cut
this Goddamn thing off!?
                                                            
The congregation looks at THE PREACHER-MAN completely
dumbfounded by his taking the Lord's name in vain...

He looks at the Congregation almost with the same look.

The phone stops ringing...
                                                            
                       THE PREACHER-MAN
      (sweating bullets)
--Okay, ya'll. It sto---
                                                            
THE PHONE IS A BOMB...barrels of GASOLINE have been
installed, by the KKK, in the basement of THE CHURCH...the
doors have been locked from the outside. The windows are
high up.

THE phone-looking BOMB EXPLODES, killing almost everyone in
THE CHURCH at that moment...
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
EXT. THE CHURCH - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
A SCHOOL BUS pulls up--10 GHOST SOLDIERS, dressed in
complete white-garb, led by COLONEL GHOST himself, in his
Red-hood and gown, get off of the bus.

They're armed with machine-guns--they shoot through THE
CHURCH walls...at least 2,000 rounds, to make sure everyone
burns and dies...
                                                            

110.

Loud screams can be heard coming from THE CHURCH. No one
escapes or survives...
                                                            
                       COLONEL GHOST THE HANGMAN
      (raises his gun up
       high)
--I love the smell of burning
black flesh in the
Mornin'!!!---WHITE POWER!!!
                                                            
Nobody helps or does anything amidst the ORGANIZED CHAOS...

The MASKED KKK MEMBERS leave the scene of maelstrom...
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. TIMMY'S TRUCK - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
TRICKEY is chillin' in the passenger after getting 2 cans
that were at the end of a 3 mile dirt-road. TIMMY is
driving...after coming down from his high a bit, he checks
the voicemail CHESTER left him on his blue-tooth head-set...
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
      (listening to
       voicemail)
Oh my fuck...TRICKEY, we gotta
go...NOW!!! I gotta call MITCHELL,
we gotta get our asses to WEWA!
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
What's the problem, folk?
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
      (crying)
--They-they got CHESTER. They got
everybody---before the message cut
off...there were gun-shots.
      (hands TRICKEY a
       ghat)
--You gonna need this, brother.
                                                            
TIMMY calls MITCHELL.
                                                            
                       MITCHELL
      (on the phone)
Hello?
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
--MITCHELL, man, get to the
property of can 52 on the WEWA
route! CHESTER is in trouble!
                                                            

111.

                       MITCHELL
--My kid's sick, TIMMY, I'm outta
work today.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
--He's gonna die, MITCHELL! They
done killed everybody else, man!!!
                                                            
                       MITCHELL
--O-o-okay, I'll be over there
shortly, man, calm down.
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
-Don't call the cops---and bring
your gun, MITCHELL.
                                                            
                       MITCHELL
--Alright, TIMMY.--
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
EXT. THE WOODS - LATER
                                                            
CHESTER, bloodied and beaten, is tied tight to a metal cross
that is about his height.

KKK Members stand guard for CAPTAIN NOOSE.

THE CAPTAIN looks to The Sun--at The Light.

He turns his back on it and cuts CHESTER's throat with his
knife...

The Sun is hanging high up in the sky as CAPTAIN NOOSE then
points a loaded Revolver at THE BUFFALO BERET, CORPORAL
CHESTER DAVIS...

CHESTER's throat is spilling blood yet the tough-as-nails
BERET is still breathing and conscious...

GEORGE and DUCK are badly wounded--tied, bound, and gagged;
utterly helpless in THE WEWAHITCHKA WOODS...
                                                            
                       CAPTAIN KARL NOOSE
--You hurt me pretty bad in that
jungle, CHESTER. The VIETCONG
couldn't kill me, neither could
you. NEVER HURT WHAT YOU CANNOT
KILL, friendo. You should've
finished me off...I'll tell ya,
man...I just heard from my guys
that all your families were like
fish-in-a-barrel at THE
            (MORE)

112.

                       CAPTAIN KARL NOOSE (cont'd)
CHURCH.---You know, you boys are
like fruit flies to honey---I
didn't expect this hunt to be so
easy. You're leading me right to
that half-breed clone
abomination...I'm gonna kill him
slowly, painfully. But, first, I
think I'm gonna cut ya face off,
CHESTER...wear it as a mask, so I
can know what it's like to be the
great BUFFALO BERET...and, don't
worry bout ya 2 boys over
yonder--they'll just feel a little
pain like GREG and what was his
name? RICO. I read their
name-tags---I'm takin' special
care with your team, JUST LIKE YOU
DID MINE, CHESTER.--
                                                            
                       CHESTER
      (tied to the metal
       cross, gurgling
       blood)
--Y-y-you're after the boy?---
                                                            
CAPTAIN NOOSE unloads the Revolver into to CHESTER's body
and face...
                                                            
                       CAPTAIN KARL NOOSE
--So, long, CORPORAL...
                                                            
The surrounding KKK members start to surround and shroud
DUCK and GEORGE...

CAPTAIN NOOSE just laughs maniacally.
                                                            
                       CAPTAIN KARL NOOSE
      (points to DUCK)
--Hang nigger #1.
      (points to GEORGE)
--Tar and feather nigger #2.
                                                            
THE KKK MEMBERS shout, in-sync: "SIR, YES, SIR!!!"
                                                            
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EXT. CAPTAIN NOOSE'S HQ - EVENING
                                                            
There's a trail in THE WOODS beyond a very big metal-gate.
TIMMY and TRICKEY, having rode down the trail, pull up in
front of the gate of CAPTAIN NOOSE's Headquarters in THE

113.

WASTEPRO TRUCK, armed with pistols.

MITCHELL pulls up beside 'em in his pick-up truck.

They all exit the vehicles, and stealthily proceed down the
trail...
                                                            
                       MITCHELL
--Why'd you say no cops, TIMMY?
                                                            
                       TIMMY KOONTZ
--The Cops is the KKK, MITCHELL!
Fuck you mean?
                                                            
                       MITCHELL
      (cocking his
       pistol)
--You gotta point.
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
--You guys need to quiet down,
before you give up our position.--
                                                            
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10 KKK MEMBERS are standing outside of the HQ...

They're armed with rifles, unmasked too.

They are guarding the place.
                                                            
TRICKEY, MITCHELL, and TIMMY hide behind a shed, near the
HQ.
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
--Okay, guys, I see no sign of
CHESTER, GREG, nobody. The damn
trucks aren't even
here...so--we're gonna have t--
                                                            
MITCHELL shoots TIMMY directly in the head, killin' him
instantly...his bald head bursts open like a smashed
water-melon.

TRICKEY turns around to MITCHELL holding a gun in his face,
point-blank.
                                                            
                       COLONEL GHOST THE HANGMAN
      (serious as a tick)
--Drop the piece, half-breed...
                                                            

114.

                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
--MITCHELL??? You're with
them...why?
                                                            
                       COLONEL GHOST THE HANGMAN
--Address me as 'COLONEL
GHOST'...THE HANGMAN. You, my
colored friend, are about to
experience pain beyond words.
Death without meaning...
      (shouts to the
       klansmen)
--I got 'em, boys!!! Over here!
                                                            
COLONEL GHOST hits TRICKEY with the butt of his gun...

GHOST and his 10 Soldiers beat the fire out of TRICKEY.

They kick him, stomp him, punch him, spit on him, choke
him...till he passes out.

CAPTAIN KARL NOOSE, unmasked, walks out of his HQ with 7
BODYGUARDS...pistol in-hand.

TRICKEY looks like LAMOTTA after a long-hard 12 rounder...
                                                            
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8 MINUTES LATER:
                                                            
CAPTAIN NOOSE stands far in front of TRICKEY BREEDLOVE...

TRICKEY is stood up by a couple of NOOSE's comrades as well
as COLONEL MITCHELL GHOST. GHOST is in his red-hood and
red-gown.

TRICKEY awakens to the old, frail, and feeble CAPTAIN NOOSE
wearing his black-uniform, sans his black-hood.

The elderly CAPTAIN walks slowly towards TRICKEY. COLONEL
GHOST and the other two KKK MEMBERS grip MR. BREEDLOVE
tighter just in case.
                                                            
                       CAPTAIN KARL NOOSE
--I took out your Boss:
CHESTER...personally. See, back in
'69 he killed my team--all my
boys. So, I killed his...I KILLED
ALL OF YOUR FAMILIES IN THAT
CHURCH...and I'm gonna kill you,
MR. BREEDLOVE. Wow, that name has
such a ring to it--Did you know
that I served with him?--CHESTER.
We were in the Green Berets
            (MORE)

115.

                       CAPTAIN KARL NOOSE (cont'd)
together. They called him 'THE
BUFFALO BERET'...that
son-of-a-bitch, single-handed,
ended up killin' ALL my men, with
a pistol and a knife--why, you
ask? Because, he wanted to save
the 'Gook' women and children.
THEY WERE ENEMIES OF THE STATE,
all of 'em. He tried to kill me
too, but failed. Your boss,
kid...he's nothing but a savage.
Like you, like me. He's gotten
dirty, and thought he could
cleanse himself. I cleansed his
ass by cuttin' his throat and
putting 6 hot bullets in
him...what you think about that,
TRICKEY?
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
      (badly injured)
--Who the fuck are you? What do
you want with me?
                                                            
                       CAPTAIN KARL NOOSE
--Boy, I'm here to put you down,
above all else. Your goddamn
mother was a 'Nigger-Loving' whore
and you're the product of her
whoring...an ABOMINATION before
GOD!!! You half-breed piece of
shit!
      (back hands
       TRICKEY)
--You think you're military, boy?
You ain't nothing but a
god-forsaken mistake! A
clone!!!--a goddamn half-breed! I
been hanging, shooting, stabbing,
torturing, burning any and every
one of you sons-of-bitches I can
get my war-torn hands on...I'll
tell, you, TRICKEY I've followed
you since you was a boy...wherever
you go, I follow. I've watched
you--I've studied you, all for
this particular moment in time.
SO, I COULD BE WITH YOU HERE
TODAY...
                                                            

116.

                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
--Goddamn it, man! WHY IN GOD'S
NAME ARE YOU DOING THIS?! WHY ME?!
                                                            
                       CAPTAIN KARL NOOSE
--Because, you're my
grandson...you're an anomaly that
must be corrected as you were born
with a reprobate mind...the day
you were spliced in a Lab, you
were separated from the one and
true living GOD.--Blood or no,
son...you gotta go. I'ma take it
easy on ya. I'm the Leader of the
KKK...these boys, they do what I
say---but, me? THIS IS ME...AT MY
MOST VILLAINOUS.--
                                                            
COLONEL GHOST steps aside.

CAPTAIN NOOSE points the gun in his hand at TRICKEY and puts
1 right into TRICKEY's chest, knockin' him back...it knocks
the life out of him just about.

THE CAPTAIN then pulls his NAZI war-knife, the blade used on
CHESTER, from a customized sheath on his belt. It reads:
'BLOOD and HONOR' in German...CAPTAIN NOOSE impales TRICKEY
right in the lungs as the KKK goons hold him...he gasps in
terrific pain.
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
      (bleeding, badly
       injured)
--You murdered my wife and kids at
the church? All the WASTEPROS'
wives and kids?----You, MITCHELL
and these guys, the KKK?
                                                            
                       CAPTAIN KARL NOOSE
--Yes, I did. I set the stage.
Your wife and child burned to
death today, along with the
families of your fellow
WASTEPROS.--I killed your mother
with my bare-hands--I even choked
the life out of my own wife.
That's how COMMITTED I am. DO YOU
HEAR ME, BOY?!!! And, this is just
the start. It all starts--with
you, TRICKEY. Then we're gonna
expand. The next CIVIL WAR is
approaching, my boy. You ain't on
the winnin' side!
      (commandingly)
            (MORE)

117.

                       CAPTAIN KARL NOOSE (cont'd)
--Beat him some more...not too
bad, then---Bury Him Alive.--
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
      (bleeding out,
       nearly lifeless)
---NO!!! GODDAMN IT!! NO!!! YOU
WILL PAY FOR THIS!
                                                            
                       CAPTAIN KARL NOOSE
--YA MAMA SAID THE SAME THING,
BOYO---right before I killed her
'Monkey-Lovin'-ass...And, like
her, I got something for
ya.---and, don't worry, Ima put ya
in the coffin with a pack of
menthols...I know ya'll likes
menthols.--
                                                            
                       TRICKEY BREEDLOVE
      (breathing heavy)
--YOU WILL NOT GET AWAY WITH
THIS!!! REVENGE---DEATH WILL HAVE
ITS DAY!!!
                                                            
                       CAPTAIN KARL NOOSE
-VICTIMS AREN'T WE ALL, son.--
                                                            
                       COLONEL GHOST THE HANGMAN
--We all gotta' die of
somethin'.--
                                                            
                       CAPTAIN KARL NOOSE
      (to COLONEL GHOST)
--You always gotta get the last
word, don't ya?! Why can't You be
more like KIMBO?! Your Brother
knew his place!
                                                            
                       COLONEL GHOST THE HANGMAN
      (to CAPTAIN NOOSE)
--Sorry, Pa. I mean, Sir.
                                                            
                       CAPTAIN KARL NOOSE
--Whatever, son. Just bury him
good...
                                                            
                       COLONEL GHOST THE HANGMAN
--Yes, sir!--
                                                            
THE CAPTAIN walks away, and the two men and COLONEL MITCHELL
GHOST stomp more wind out of TRICKEY...then they proceed to

118.

BURY TRICKEY BREEDLOVE ALIVE---with a pack of menthols, and
no lighter.

TRICKEY still has on his WASTEPRO vest...
                                                            
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EXT. GRAVE-SITE - MORNING
                                                            
3 DAYS LATER...
                                                            
TRICKEY lays in the bottom of a earthy grave...his heart is
not beating.

A metal cross lies embedded with the newly dug and
re-covered grave of TRICKEY BREEDLOVE.

Lightning strikes the cross, travels through the rain, and
miraculously, TRICKEY BREEDLOVE awakens...

The grand-son of CAPTAIN NOOSE reaches his hand out of the
soil...rain pours with fluidity, eases the hardened soil...
                                                            
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EXT. CAPTAIN NOOSE'S HQ - MOMENTS LATER
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