XxX-tra Special #96 – The Guy Code – Tha ‘Az Promised’ SummadatNEXTShit! Entry{( 8K

2 Our Dear (Regular) Readerz…U R In 4 Anotha TREAT!

Here’z tha ROUGH Cut a’ The Guy Code – Part III

Save Yer Version Now az a Collector’z Item…Once We Update this entry…U will possess a Limited # a’ that copy a’ tha Script!

We’ll add tha Visual EMPHASIS a’ lil’ later 2day…but 4 NOW…Here Ya GO…

Ok Folkz…By now, U should all know tha general Story:

We have a dear long-time friend n’ professional Scriptwriter/Actor/Director who’z in the Writers Guild (n’ yes, he IZ an actual Oscar voter…tho, truthhfully…he usually let’z hiz lovely daughter, Destiny, cast hiz votez 4 ‘im! = )  who haz been admonishin’ us 4 yearz 2 get our work “out there“.

He’z got a HOT script…’bout a high school assassin, a’ all thangz…n’ Guess What? It’z fuck’n FUNNY AZ HELL!

You’ll see hiz flick come outta a major Disney-subsidiary soon…

In da Meantime…Part III – The Guy Code!{( 8K

INT. NIGHT CLUB/BAR – EVENING

Drew, J.D. and four buddies, Carlos, Short Rib, Rollie, Blake sit casually around a bar table with various drinks and beers in front of them.

                   J.D.

          He’d better show up.

                   ROLLIE

He’ll show up. It’s part of his golf explosion tour.

                   J.D.

What guy plays hooky from work, flies into town for a weekend and puts golf before comin’ to see his buddies?

          SHORT RIB

A married guy.

          ROLLIE

Did you call him and find out what was up?

          SHORT RIB

What do I look like? His wife?         

                   CARLOS

Hey. We all wouldn’t have been able to get together until the evening, anyways.

                  J.D.

Whatever.

(beat)

Wait…can you hear that?

     J.D. cups his ear with one of his hands.

                   J.D. (CONT’D)

That’s the sound of my band rehearsin’ without me. I can’t believe we’re jus’ sittin’ here lettin’ him punk us like this.

          DREW

Yeah, J.D., it ain’t right. I say we jump his ass when he gets here.

          J.D.

If we all go in on it together, we could take ‘im.

          CARLOS

Would you guys knock it off. We’re not going to do anything like that.

                   J.D.

          Yeah, but we could.

                   BLAKE

          We never do.

                   DREW

You never do, Blake. That must be what having a steady girl does for you. Drains you.

                   J.D.

Must be. Yer lucky we still let you hang out.

                   DREW

If I recall, didn’t we kick his ass outta the club?         

                   SHORT RIB & J.D. (Simultaneously)

Yeah!

                   SHORT RIB

But his woman’s cooler than him, so we let him back in.

          BLAKE

Thanks, guys.

          SHORT RIB

Don’t mention it.

          J.D.

Don’t thank me, pal. Like we’re supposed to be happy about yet another white guy easin’ in and stealin’ one of our women like that. A fine one, too. There oughtta be a law—

          SHORT RIB

Yeah, you’re lucky she loves you.

          J.D.

Fuck that. Yer lucky we love you. Or we’d’ve had to jump yer ass!

J.D. laughs aloud wickedly. He and Short Rib grab their drinks and clink them together. They both take healthy swigs and set them back down.

                   SHORT RIB

          Now you know we’re just joking, right?

                   BLAKE

Yeah. I know.

                   J.D.

Bullshit. As tough as it is findin’ a sista in this city? I might have to move to Oaktown with Short Rib jus’ to meet one.

(beat)

Since she digs you, we’ll letcha have this one, but no more! You’ve met yer quota, pal.

Blake and J.D. smile at each other.

                   CARLOS

          Speaking of a different quota, Drew—           

                   DREW

          Yeah? 

                   CARLOS

          Have you had any luck hitting the bricks—

                   SHORT RIB

          Or did you take another week off?

                   ROLLIE

          That severance can’t last forever, you know.

                   DREW

          I’ve got some feelers out there. Don’t you worry.

                   J.D.

Oh, we’re not worried, pal.

                   CARLOS

Yeah. With the cash and stock options you were pulling down when you were posing as a dot-communist, we shouldn’t have to worry about you for a long time.

          J.D.

Unless he’s screwed it all away already.

                   ROLLIE

Bet he has.

                   J.D.

Better not’ve.

J.D. extends his arm and swirls his pointed finger above the half-full drinks and earlier round of empty glasses and beer bottles, speaking to Drew.

                   J.D. (CONT’D)     

You’ve got next round.

                   DREW

Good to know you’re all so concerned about my welfare.

                   J.D.

Hey, you guys aren’t allowed to be on welfare anymore. Didn’t you get the memo on that?

          DREW

Very funny.

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[Need to update this part due to Carly’s ouster from HP]

     CARLOS

You know, if you go back and ask Carly real nicely, she might forgive you for bailing out, running off, and trying to become an internet gazillionaire. She might even let you have your old job back.

          SHORT RIB

Everybody saw what went down at HP. She spanked Hewlitt! She ain’t gonna give you a damn thing.

          DREW

Don’t say shit about Carly. That bitch rocks ass. She’s major league! She knows how to hang with the big boys.

          J.D.

That’s right. She kicked some major ass, took home half the bank while she was at it, and she’s still goin’. Welcome to the club, honey. She can puff my cigar anytime.

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          DREW

I’d do ‘er…with or without the cash.

                   J.D.

Here, here! Now we’re gettin’ somewhere. That deserves a toast.

J.D. lifts his drink. Drew quickly follows suit and raises his beer. The rest soon follow suit, also, except that Rollie is a little slow.

                   J.D. (CONT’D)

          To Carly.

                   DREW

God loves rich women—

ROLLIE

          And don’t forget, we love the rest of them, too.

                   CARLOS

          Yeah, because they’re usually cuter.

They all clink their glasses and bottles together and drink up in celebration.

INT. NIGHT CLUB/BAR – NIGHT – CONTINUOUS

A huge, lone figure walks up. It’s T-, a handsome stylish football player-sized African American man in his early 30’s. Though big, he’s fit and dressed in understated hip urban contemporary fashion. He exhibits a calm, quiet confidence.

                   T-

          Whatup, fellas?

                   J.D.

Decided to grace us with your presence after all, did you?

                   T-

There was a lot trouble coming over the bridge. Emergency vehicles, police cars, the whole bit. Traffic was backed up for miles.

J.D. gets out of his seat and makes a huge show of bowing to T- with a wide flourish of his arm.

                   J.D.

Anyways, yer lookin’ good. Like fuckin’ royalty. Welcome, yer Bitchness.

J.D. and T- hug.

                   BLAKE

Yeah, glad you could make it, T-. You’re just in the nick of time.                  

                   ROLLIE

          Before the beer got any warmer.

                   J.D.

Good thing you showed up. We were just about to administer the unforgiving dis…in yer name.

                   DREW

We were contemplating serving that with a side of whoop ass, too.                  

Drew slaps the palm of his left hand with the back of his right hand. T- laughs.

                   T-

     Is that right?

                   J.D.

He said we were thinkin’ about it. We wanted to keep our options open.

                   ROLLIE

So, how was your game?

                    T-

Good. Real good. Did what I needed to do.

                    SHORT RIB

Give the brotha a set of clubs and he swears he’s Tiger Woods.

                    DREW

Better have saved some of that up for our round tomorrow.

                     T-

Got enough left for you, my friend.

                     DREW

We’ll see.

(beat)

Now that you’re here, can we go?

          CARLOS

Yeah. The honeys are out there and we shouldn’t keep ‘em waiting any longer.

          T-

Don’t let me stand in your way.

          SHORT RIB

I heard that.

          J.D.

Well, let’s get our shit and go.

They down the rest of their drinks, except Rollie, then stand up, grab their jackets, and prepare to leave.

              BLAKE

Hey, Rollie. You weren’t thinking of leaving perfectly good beer behind, were you?

              DREW

Do we have a beer foul here?

              ROLLIE

We’re leaving.

              SHORT RIB

That’s no excuse.

              ROLLIE

There’ll be more beer at the next place.

              SHORT RIB

That’s still no excuse.

          ROLLIE

It’s warm.

          DREW

Now you’re just reaching for anything.

Nobody budges. This seems serious.

              BLAKE

Are you going to finish that or not?

          ROLLIE

I wasn’t planning on it.

There’s a collecive gasp from all of them, except Rollie and T-. The rest of the guys look at each other as if in amazement. Blake straight picks up the remainder of Rollie’s beer, pats the glass with its precious cargo and speaks to it like he was protecting an infant.

              BLAKE

It’s okay. We’ll just act like we didn’t hear that and I’ll take care of everything.

He downs it. There’s a collective exhale from everybody, except Rollie and T-. They all make their way towards the exit.

EXT. NIGHT CLUB/BAR – NIGHT – CONTINUOUS

                   SHORT RIB

Why don’t you hail a cab, Drew. And if the cabbie gives us any mess, we’ll Ray Ray his ass.

          DREW

Sure.

          J.D.

Ya know…

He begins speaking mostly out loud to himself, and then more to the assembled group as he goes.

              J.D. (CONT’D)

…it shouldn’t take all this fer brothas to catch a cab. You know what Ray Ray’d say if a cabbie ever gave him any shit, don’t ya?

              DREW

     Yeah. “Smack him up.”

              CARLOS

     “Take his shoes.”

              BLAKE

     “Take his money.”

Short Rib makes a show of rolling and bobbing his head as he speaks.

              SHORT RIB

     “And bounce.”

              J.D.

Exaaactly.

          ROLLIE

     (referring to T-)

We do have company tonight. Let’s all play nice.

J.D.

Jus’ wave some cash, fellas, and it probably won’t be a problem.

(beat)

How’d you get here, T-?

          T-

Rental car. I‘m parked over this way.

          J.D.

Well, speak up, my brotha, that changes everything. Fellas, I’ma head out with T-. Blake, you wanna ride with us? The rest of you guys wanna take the cab and meet up wherever? First round’s on whoever gets there last.

          BLAKE

Where are we going first?

          CARLOS

How about heading to the Haight?

          DREW

Or North Bitch. If you’re after easy pickings, we can go to the Marina or Union Street.

                   SHORT RIB

Naw. Wrong zip code.

                   CARLOS

Then let’s start out in the Haight and head out out from there. The Deluxe works for everyone?

     All heads nod.

                   CARLOS (CONT’D)

Alright.

Drew hails a cab. He, CARLOS, and Rollie pile in the back. Short Rib rides shotgun. They take off without incident.

Blake goes with T- and J.D. as they walk towards T-’s rental car.

 

[Th-Th-That'z All 4 Now, Folkz...Come Back Soon 4 Summo'a'DatNextShit!{ (  8]

For Part I See:

http://theblackwhole.wordpress.com/2009/06/01/tha-supa-dupa-xxx-tra-special-83-graduate-in2-tha-club-entry-8k/

For Part II See:

http://theblackwhole.wordpress.com/2009/06/09/xxx-tra-special-from-destiny-2-infinty-entry-88-the-guy-code-%e2%80%93-part-ii/

#95 SummaDatNEXTShit!{( 8K

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–TBW

Real Newz Network: MJ Special Update

Unless he administered the medication 2 himself...

...SOMEONE (or more) committed a crime here!

Click on the link below 2 get update on news about the powerful n’ potentially deadly medication that MJ’z nurse first brought 2 tha world’z attention regardin’ MJ’z pronounced insomnia:

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090703/ap_en_ot/us_michael_jackson

Jus’ wonderin’…but if Brad Pitt were 2 jus’ drop dead all of a sudden under suspicious circumsatncez, don’t u think it would’ve been investigated a bit differently…n’ no “doctor” would jus’ get a free pass from the cops on that? Hmmm…ya jus’ gotta love the LAPD, right?

Here’z the URL on tha original piece about hiz nurse, Cherilyn Lee:

http://www.mail.com/layoutengine.aspx?page=Article.aspx&articlepath=APNews\General-Entertainment\20090701\US-Michael-Jackson-Drugs.xml&cat=entertainment&subcat=&pageid=1

And Now:

We would like 2 say that we’re surprized the LAPD didn’t treat tha initial emergency call 2 Michael Jackson’z  rented home in Holmby Hills az a potential crime scene…but then again, theze ARE the same buffoonz who tend 2 botch EVERY HIGH PROFILE CASE that comez itz way.

Take yer pick: Rodney King, The OJ investigation and trial, Robert Blake and the Bonnie Lee Bakley murder…n’ the misses jus’ keep comin’ from theze bozos!

N’ now…they very well may’ve botched the Crime of THIS Century by ASSuming that jus’ b’cuz there wuz a “doctor” on the scene that ev’rythang wuz A-OK.

Well, we’ve got newz 4 theze guyz: Whenever a 50 year old man dropz dead 4 no apparent reason (az in NOT a suicide), there’z a DAMN Good chance a’ some foul play bein’ invloved. A person’z celebrity nor their entourage changez any a’ that. N’ if it lookz like an OD…then chancez are HIGH (no pun intended) that whomever supplied ‘em did so illegally.

U don’t gotta be Perry Mason, Batman, or “super cop” 2 figure dat shit out!

What u DO hafta ta do IZ yer fuckin’ job, which iz 2 seal off the scene IMMEDIATELY, corral all the witnesses and get their statements, take massive photographz a’ any n’ ev’rythang even remotely resemblin’ evidence, process the scene 4 finger prints and gather that evidence, then establish n’ maintain proper chain of custody of said evidence. Pretty fuckin’ simple!

–TBW

Extra-Special MJ Entry #93 – We Believe HER!

Cherilyn Lee

Click on this exclusive below from the Associated Press:

http://www.mail.com/layoutengine.aspx?page=Article.aspx&articlepath=APNews\General-Entertainment\20090701\US-Michael-Jackson-Drugs.xml&cat=entertainment&subcat=&pageid=1

This lovely, strong Black woman’z commentz regardin’ tha professional assistance she render’d 2 Michael Jackson n’ hiz kidz…n’ tha resolute n’ drama-free manner in which she describez her interactionz w/ MJ over the past several monthz only demonstratez tha difference havin’ a qualified n’ GENUINELY-concern’d health professional workin’ 4 u n’ lookin’ out after u makes!

Michael should’ve heeded her professional recommendationz. He’d probably still be here…if he had.

R.I.P. Michael

–TBW

http://theblackwhole.wordpress.com/2009/06/29/92-take-flight-w-reading/

#92 Take FLIGHT w/ Reading! = )

Feel free 2 congratulate us. Az a’ last week, we’ve officially surpassed our original goal a’ enrollin’ 500 studentz into our various readin’ programz across tha country.

We help kidz learn 2 read 4 life…1 child @ a time! = )

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Theze folkz have stepped up n’ sought out reading help 4 their kids and themselvez @ the above Partner Institution school sitez. JAH Bless You! Your earnest interest in betterin’ the livez a’ yer children even durin’ these tight economic timez only demonstratez sump’n we have believed 4 quite some time:

The BIGGEST Issue facin’ this country iz NOT race…It’z Literacy n’ Education.

Will we, az a country, learn from the lessons that the current economic n’ business downturns should have taught us? We work with familiez across tha country in both education n’ housing (real estate finance)…n’ tha overridin’ concern we sense n’ see iz that People want tha Best Educational Possibilitiez n’ Outcomez 4 their kidz n’ their communitiez…

If U Can Read THIS…Pass It Along 2 Anyone Who Needz IT = )

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Jus’ have yer zip code handy n’ we can check both the level n’ class availability!

We also have a waiting list a’ kidz who need this program now b’cuz it’ll make ‘em better readerz in only 5 weeks. If U wish 2 sponsor a scholarship 4 a child or scholarshipz 4 mo’ than 1 child (or know otha people who do), contact us n’ we’ll make it fun, easy, n’ rewardin’…

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–TBW

R.I.P. (finally), Ma Brotha.

We’ll write up our own take on Michael’z recent, sudden passing shortly…in tha Meantime…here’z a myspace blog post from hiz ex-wife, Lisa Marie Presley.

Whatever yer take on their relationship…she duz seem 2 genuinely care 4 tha man, which iz mo’ than we can say 4 a Whoooooole lotta otha folkz in that guy’z former life.

And w/ that said, Peace be unto U, Michael Joseph Jackson…

–TBW

Lisa Marie Presley’z MySpace Blog Entry:

Friday, June 26, 2009 

He Knew.Years ago Michael and I were having a deep conversation about life in general.  I can’t recall the exact subject matter but he may have been questioning me about the circumstances of my Fathers Death. At some point he paused, he stared at me very intensely and he stated with an almost calm certainty, “I am afraid that I am going to end up like him, the way he did.” I promptly tried to deter him from the idea, at which point he just shrugged his shoulders and nodded almost matter of fact as if to let me know, he knew what he knew and that was kind of that. 14 years later   I am sitting here watching on the news an ambulance leaves the driveway of his home, the big gates, the crowds outside the gates, the coverage, the crowds outside the hospital, the Cause of death and what may have led up to it and the memory of this conversation hit me, as did the unstoppable tears. A predicted ending by him, by loved ones and by me, but what I didn’t predict was how much it was going to hurt when it finally happened. The person I failed to help is being transferred right now to the LA County Coroners office for his Autopsy. All of my indifference and detachment that I worked so hard to achieve over the years has just gone into the bowels of hell and right now I am gutted. I am going to say now what I have never said before because I want the truth out there for once. Our relationship was not “a sham” as is being reported in the press. It was an unusual relationship yes, where two unusual people who did not live or know a “Normal life” found a connection, perhaps with some suspect timing on his part. Nonetheless, I do believe he loved me as much as he could love anyone and I loved him very much. I wanted to “save him” I wanted to save him from the inevitable which is what has just happened. His family and his loved ones also wanted to save him from this as well but didn’t know how and this was 14 years ago. We all worried that this would be the outcome then. At that time, In trying to save him, I almost lost myself. He was an incredibly dynamic force and power that was not to be underestimated. When he used it for something good, It was the best and when he used it for something bad, It was really, REALLY bad. Mediocrity was not a concept that would even for a second enter Michael Jackson’s being or actions.  I became very ill and emotionally/ spiritually exhausted in my quest to save him from certain self-destructive behavior and from the awful vampires and leeches he would always manage to magnetize around him. I was in over my head while trying. I had my children to care for, I had to make a decision. The hardest decision I have ever had to make, which was to walk away and let his fate have him, even though I desperately loved him and tried to stop or reverse it somehow. After the Divorce, I spent a few years obsessing about him and what I could have done different, in regret. Then I spent some angry years at the whole situation. At some point, I truly became Indifferent, until now. As I sit here overwhelmed with sadness, reflection and confusion at what was my biggest failure to date, watching on the news almost play by play The exact Scenario I saw happen on August 16th, 1977 happening again right now with Michael (A sight I never wanted to see again) just as he predicted, I am truly, truly gutted. Any ill experience or words I have felt towards him in the past has just died inside of me along with him. He was an amazing person and I am lucky to have gotten as close to him as I did and to have had the many experiences and years that we had together. I desperately hope that he can be relieved from his pain, pressure and turmoil now. He deserves to be free from all of that and I hope he is in a better place or will be.  I also hope that anyone else who feels they have failed to help him can be set free because he hopefully finally is.    The World is in shock but somehow he knew exactly how his fate would be played out some day more than anyone else knew, and he was right. I really needed to say this right now, thanks for listening. ~LMP

#90 Are We Back On THAT Again? = )

B*tch. .................... N*gga.

http://www.theroot.com/views/what-single-women-can-learn-michelle

Check out this article on relationz b/t tha sistaz n’ brothaz on www.theroot.com @ the link above. The commentz, both upliftin’ n’ depressin’, are az entertain’ az tha piece, itself…

N’ here, a’ course, iz Our Response:

A lotta sistaz cain’t stand 2 see interracial…

…babiez, yet claim 2 jus’ LOVE B-rack…tha product of an interracial union they “otherwise” wouldn’t be able 2 stand n’ would’ve had absolutely nuthin’ nice 2 say about while it actually existed…
Hmmm…Ahhh, tha Irony! = )

Sistaz complain about not bein’ able 2 find good Black matez…while passin’ up perfectly “qualified” but imperfect or nerdy Black men ev’ry day a’ yer livez.

Then u attempt 2 castigate theze same men (n’ tha rest a’ us) 4 not waitin’ 4 y’all 2 grow up n’ not be quite so shallow n’ empty in whom you chooze 2 be w/…n’ az we’ve said all along, it’z tha woman who ultimately choozez…unless it’z a rich guy! = )

After holdin’ all theze potential matez @ bay for sooo long…It’z somehow our fault when u near or enter yer 40′z n’ start freakin’ out over yer ticking biological clockz, when you’ve had a good 15-20+ yearz 2 find a decent man.

Won’t date “outside the race”? There’z only one race….tha HUMAN race. The anthropological findingz a’ Drs. Louis n’ Mary Leakey (n’ othaz) bear us out on this…so argue yer “personal preferences”/biases all u want = ),

…EV’RYthang else or ANYthang less than seein’ us ALL az ultimately part a’ tha same HUGE Human Family iz smoke n’ mirrorz…or downright denial.

That said…while we found the piece somewhat humorous…inna surface sorta context…we’d much rather read a HUMOROUS take from tha Ladiez on tha converse a’ this subject…[we'd nominate Patra, but her happily "married w/ chillen" status may pretty much rule her out az an "impartial" source on tha Single Life, we 'spoze!{ ( 8].

Underneath it all, we’d like 2 think that us guyz recognize that we are no better off complainin’ ’bout y’all than y’all are complainin’ ’bout us…but, in tha final analysis…who really knowz?

That’z why we say ‘get it where (n’ w/ whom = ) u fit in‘…n’ don’t worry ’bout what anyone else thinkz or sayz ’bout yer love choicez…That’z why their yourz…2 do w/ az u n’ yer chozen partner(z) see fit! = )

This VERY subect iz kinda what ‘The Guy Code‘ Iz ALL About…
http://theblackwhole.wordpress.com/2009/06/09/xxx-tra-special-from-desti…

http://theblackwhole.wordpress.com/2009/06/01/tha-supa-dupa-xxx-tra-spec…

Enjoy (Life = )
–TBW

P.S. …Puh-leaze stop straightenin’ yer hair n’ whinin’ ’bout all dat western beauty standard nonsense. That’z jus’ some folkz tryin’ 2 get u 2 buy into their “beliefs” n’ pysch u outta Yer Own True Game. WAAAY TOOOO many sistaz, apparently, are still fallin’ 4 it.

…n’ FYI: white boys hold “their” women A LOT tighter WHENEVER they see us n’ have done so ’round us 4 over 2+ decadez, We’ve even heard some a’ theze women comment on this aloud 2 “out” this insecurity right when theze guyz do it. Allawhich blatantly tellz us that underneath all the negative chickensh*t propagated n’ perpetrated against us…theze good ol’ boyz know they ain’t really got ANYthang on us (or anyone else) n’ are jus’ az insecure ’bout themselvez az many sisatz are ’bout this white beauty nonsense. So…get in tha game…yer OWN game…n’ LOVE yerselvez…many a’ us brothaz would LOVE 2…but we can’t until u do.

Jus’ sayin’… = )

–TBW

#89 – No Excuses…but Thankz 4 an Othawize Awesome Seriez!

...They'll Be Right Back Next Year!

Our Boyz in Red didn’t play az tha Cohesive Unit they’ve righfully come 2 be known az this past Friday @ home there @ The Joe…but we’re still thankful for such a Fun Season Run…See Ya Next Season!

= )

–TBW

XxX-tra Special from Destiny 2 Infinty Entry #88 The Guy Code – Part II

Welcome 2 Our Afta – Midnight Release…

Here’z Anotha lil’ Taste 4 Ya, Dear Readerz…Tha Next Pheshest Installment…Part II…

We have a dear long-time friend n’ professional Scriptwriter/Actor/Director who’z in the Writers Guild (n’ yes, he IZ an actual Oscar voter…tho, truthhfully…he usually let’z hiz lovely daughter, Destiny, cast hiz votez 4 ‘im! = )  who haz been admonishin’ us 4 yearz 2 get our work “out there“.

He’z got a HOT script…’bout a high school assassin, a’ all thangz…n’ Guess What? It’z fuck’n FUNNY AZ HELL!

You’ll see hiz flick come outta a major Disney-subsidiary soon…

In tha meantime…I think he’z lookin’ 2 line up some otha unsigned writin’ talent much like ourselvez, who’ve shown promise in hiz scriptwritin’ classes, 2 sho’ tha big LA entertainment kahunaz he’z got tha Mos’ Able Stable ready 2 Blow UP n’ hit tha Big Time…

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THE GUY CODE – Part II

          J.D.

…So is it love?

          DREW

Would be…if she’d say yes.

          J.D.

So what now?

          DREW

Whatever’s next.

     J.D. pulls his car keys from his front pocket.

          J.D.

Good. Get in the car. We can make it just in time.

They both walk towards their respective sides of J.D.’s car and get in. J.D. turns on his CD player and blasts it.

[TITLE SEQUENCE]

(to Joe Walsh’s “Life’s Been Good”) 

THE GUY CODE

Aerial shot follows the red car driving north up the 101 to San Francisco, highlighting the city’s skyline. Towards the end of the opening credits, the song fades and the aerial shot veers from J.D.’s car to another part of the city and descends until the POV comes to rest at a distance on a graffitied new Scion parked in a mall lot outside a typical consumer electronics store. Three thug-styled hoodlum types sit inside the car waiting with gangsta rap music blaring. One is in the passenger seat and the other two are in back.

EXT. CIRCUIT CITY-STYLE ELECTRONICS STORE – ESTABLISHING SHOT– AFTERNOON

Sick Shit.

INT. CIRCUIT CITY-STYLE ELECTRONICS STORE – AFTERNOON

NEMESIS, a 25-year old white guy[rapper], strolls in with THUG #1 in tow. They’re in full pimp roll mode. Both wear sagging baggy jeans, new tan steel-toed Timberland boots, and Lakers jerseys over white T-shirts that do not cover the tattoos all over their arms and necks.

Dis Stress'd White Rapper

Nemesis is eager to spend some of his [advance] money on a new top-of-the-line system. As they work their way towards the car audio and home stereo sections at the back of the store, they are immediately followed by a dark West Indian assistant manager, AMBROSE, who is clearly none too pleased to have these characters here. He makes no attempt to hide his hostility and lack of sincerity.

               AMBROSE

     Can I help you?

              NEMESIS

How’s about hooking us up with the big booming system.

              AMBROSE

I’m afraid that our models aren’t likely to be in your price range.

          THUG #1

Yo, he didn’t even say if he wanted something for the hoopty or for the home spot, so how would you know? He already knows what he wants. We looking to score the price guarantee you got posted at the front of the store.

          AMBROSE

It’s not likely to matter.

          NEMESIS

You don’t know what you’re talking about or who you’re talking to, do you?

          AMBROSE

As I just said, It’s not—

Nemesis pulls a grip of $100 bills out of his baggy pants pocket.

          THUG #1

Yo, Nem, we should just smash on this fool.

          NEMESIS

Hold up. You got a choice. [Do your job or back off.] If my cash ain’t green enough for you, we can always take it somewhere else.

          AMBROSE

That would be preferable.

          NEMESIS

A’ight then. Let’s go.

          THUG #1

What the?

          NEMESIS

You heard him. Our money’s no good here.

          THUG #1

This is some bullshit!

Nem's Money Ain't Green Enough = )

Nemesis and the thug walk back towards the front entrance. The assistant manager stays a few feet back, but practically follows them out of the store. He then turns and walks over to the counter space where the customer service cashiers are and makes a smug face to the two Black female cashiers in braids with company vests on over their blouses. They are unimpressed.

              AMBROSE

You see? That is how you handle loss prevention. You preempt it before it can strike.

Nemesis strides back into the store with Thug #1 and they have the three other thugs from the Scion outside with them. They’re all wearing similar jerseys with the same numbers over white T-shirts, sagging baggy oversized jeans over boxers that barely cover their rear ends, and sporting brand new tan steel-toed Timberland boots.

Thug #1

The thugs immediately step to Ambrose and deliver a crushing beat down. They stomp and kick the shit out of him right in front of the cashiers, other customers, and the surveillance cameras. Nemesis is unconcerned with this. He walks up while the bloodied assistant manager tries to cling to the side of the counter with one hand.

The camera now assumes the P.O.V. of Amrose looking up at the attackers surrounding him. Nemesis lifts his boot and brings it down with tremendous force. The view goes black at this point for a second. Then we are back to the regular P.O.V. Ambrose has been jacked up and is in the fetal position, out cold.

Nemesis pulls his wad of cash back out, quickly peels off ten $100 bills, and throws them down at the unconcious assistant manager. The cashiers’ eyes get big. Other customers who haven’t left the store already gather around, but from a distance.

              NEMESIS

          That’s to cover your hospital stay.

Take Dat, biotch!

He walks out and the three additional thugs follow. Thug #1 bends down to pick up the bills, stands back up, and puts them in his pants pocket. He pulls out a jackson and throws it down.

                   THUG #1

          Yo fool. Get you some band-aids instead.

He walks out of the store and steps into the waiting pimp wagon, which is now right outside the front entrance, with Nemesis driving and the other three thugs in tow.

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