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!

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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.

 

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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/