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

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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.

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(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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[Th-Th-That'z All 4 Now, Folkz...Come Back Soon 4 SummaDatNextShit!{ (  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 SummaDATNextSHIT…aka Part III…See:

http://theblackwhole.wordpress.com/2009/07/07/xxx-tra-special-96-the-guy-code-tha-az-promised-summadatnextshit-entry-8k/