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As I will primarily be writing scripts here i figured this would be a good idea to post one. This is based on the Stallone/ Schwarzenegger type of movie from the late 80’s early 90’s and is supposed to be a bit of a laugh. Hope you enjoy it or failing that at least make it to the end.
The Explosionist
FADE IN: night at a pier. We see a large cargo ship in the distance and the camera moves towards it slowly at first as TENSE and SUSPENSEFUL music slowly builds. As we approach the boat we can see flashes on the large deck of the boat, as the camera draws closer still we can hear gun fire over the waves and random pier noise. The camera begins its final descent to the deck of the pier and we zoom in on a man crouched behind some crates. He is wearing a dirty suit and has a wounded leg, he has made a tourniquet out of his tie but is bleeding badly. He is shouting into a radio while firing random shots at attackers on the other side of the deck.
OFFICER MCNALLY: (in to radio) This is undercover Officer McNally. Shots fired. I need back up Now damn it!
DISPATCHER: Hang on Officer we will get support to you as soon as possible. Hold on.
McNally fires a few more shots.
MCNALLY: HOW LONG DAMN IT!?
DISPATCHER: I can’t say for sure Officer… I can check…
McNally throws the radio down.
OFFICER MCNALLY: Fuck! Looks like I gotta do this the hard way.
McNally fires off a few more shots hitting a few of the guys on the other side of the boat. Then he hears his weapon click. He throws himself behind some crates and curses.
OFFICER MCNALLY: Shit!
The guys on the other side of the boat stop firing and slowly move to toward McNally. They taunt him. Their leader is a Guy in a white suit.
WHITE SUIT GUY: COME OUT NOW OFFICER, AND WE WILL ONLY MAIM YOU!
The GROUP OF BAD GUYS move slowly toward McNally across the opening of a boat. They have no cover.
WHITE SUIT GUY: Come out Officer! Come before…
The powerful rev of a car engine cuts him short, he detects something in his peripheral vision and turns in time to see a COP CAR WITH FLASHING LIGHTS that has just propelled its self off a ramp on the pier and is bearing down on the group of armed men. As the car reaches the apex of the arc and the nose starts to face down we can see into the car through the wind screen. It is being driven by BRAD ANDERSON “B.A.” He is smoking a cigar and driving with one hand while the other is FIRING A MACHINE GUN through the side window. He looks vaguely excited.
WHITE SUIT GUY: What is HE doing here…
White suit guy then rolls out of the way just as the car crashes into his group of guys landing on a few of the men. The ones that survive throw them selves on the floor but once they have regained their senses start to shoot the car. Bullets tear easily through the cars skin. This lasts for a few moments until all their weapons are empty. The Lights keep flashing and the siren sounds lame. They slowly get to their feet and reload their weapons. One man cautiously approaches the now thoroughly ventilated car. He raises his gun and peeks in through the driver’s window. The driver’s seat is empty.
Bad Guy A: He’s… He’s gone…
B.A. emerges above the group of men. He is standing on some crates with his cigar clamped firmly between his teeth.
B.A.:… But not forgotten, Baby.
B.A. opens up with his REALLY BIG MACHINE GUN. He shoots a few guys but eventually hits the petrol tank of the COP CAR making an INORDINATELY LARGE EXPLOSION which kills the rest of the Bad guys except WHITE SUIT GUY. B.A. looks at the bodies.
B.A.: (mumbles to himself) Where is he?
B.A. hears a gun cock behind him.
McNally: Freeze Police!
B.A. Turns slowly.
McNally: I said Freeze!
B.A. keeps turning
B.A.: Is that any way to treat the guy who just saved your ass?
McNally: Who are you?
B.A. Is about to answer but is cut short by the whirr of rotor blades. He looks up and sees a Helicopter flying in low he notices the glint of a weapon in its door way. McNally is looking at the Helicopter and has dropped his aim from B.A. B.A. grabs McNally and manhandles him out of the way of the way of the incoming shots. Inside the chopper we see that the shooter is WHITE SUIT GUY. His shots miss B.A. and McNally.
WHITE SUIT GUY: BRING US AROUND AGAIN MON AMI! I WANT TO END THIS! (Oh Yeah White suit guy is French or some kind of European)
The Helicopter swoops around for another run at B.A. and McNally. B.A. is roughly pulling McNally along beside him through the crates as they avoid another barrage of bullets. McNally’s wounded leg is slowing him so B.A. is half pulling, half carrying him. Back in the Helicopter after another unsuccessful pass THE WHITE SUIT GUY drops the machine gun and opens a crate behind him. He pulls out a grenade Launcher.
WHITE SUIT GUY: Again.
In the distance we can see some blue Flashing lights and sirens.
Pilot: But the police are nearly…
WSG loads the weapon and screams
WSG: I SAID AGAIN!
B.A. and McNally are having a break. McNally is clutching his leg and breathing heavily. B.A. is standing alert and listening for the Helicopter. Suddenly he hears a low whistling noise.
B.A.: Holy Shit… GET DOWN!
B.A, tackles McNally behind some crates just as the grenade round strikes a few feet away creating an EXPLOSION. B.A. is quick to his feet and is dragging McNally along as more EXPLOSIVE SHELLS rain down on them, blowing the shit out of various things.
WHITE SUIT GUY: MERDE! To hell with it pass me the speaker.
The PILOT passes WSG a speaker connected the Helicopter’s PA system.
WSG: (Through the PA) I see you still have the moves Anderson. Although I don’t yhink you will be able to out run the Baghdad Special I have wired in the engine room. Send my regards to the Squad!
When he says the name "Anderson" we cut to B.A. and he is shocked when he hears “Baghdad Special”.
B.A.: Oh Fuck! We gotta move.
McNally: Wha… What’s a Baghdad Special?
The question falls on Deaf ears as B.A. starts to move again. Dragging McNally along like a rag doll. They run to the side of the boat and prepare to Jump. WSG is rummaging in his pockets and pulls out a small detonator He depresses it and chuckles. The camera cuts to the engine room as a small flashing box explodes this creates a chain reaction that destroys the ship. B.A. and McNally jump into the sea from the side of the ship as it explodes. We see them plummet but the screen gets filled with the EXPLOSION which leads into the opening credits. They begin with the words THE EXPLOSIONIST being thrown, seemingly by the blast, towards the screen.
Cue generic "funk" music.
So I’m a writer or at least pretend to be so I figured you would want some samples of my work.
Here you go.
The Forest
The only sounds are the twigs breaking under my feet and my heart beating in my chest. I can’t believe I am here, now, how the hell did I end up in this god forsaken wood with him?
He doesn’t care. I can’t see him in the darkness but I know he’s got that stupid Cheshire cat grin on his face. I didn’t do anything, it was all him, all his idea of a good time.
But I watched.
Maybe that’s worse.
“Hey sport don’t look so down, you did great!” He says out of nowhere.
I don’t reply and he stops walking. I hear the click of a lighter and turn to see him light up a cigarette. For a moment his face his framed in the flickering light. It’s repulsive, familiar and sinister, everything I hate yet wish I was.
He has the stupid grin on his face.
The lighter clicks off and it’s dark again.
I start breaking twigs again as I make my way to the car.
“It’s important we keep quiet about this, don’t want any trouble.”
“No shit.” I say through gritted teeth.
“I guess I don’t have to worry about you. Who you gonna tell it too anyway. I’m all you got.”
He laughs at his joke at my expense, more of a cackle really, then he abruptly stops.
“It’s true though isn’t it?”
“What’s true?” I ask.
“I’m all you got?”
I wait a beat and consider the question.
“Yes. You’re all I have.”
The truth hurts and I know he’s smiling.
#
We have been walking for almost twenty minutes now and are nearly at the car. It took a lot longer on the way in, I think that’s the way with most journeys the trip there always seems to take longer than the trip home.
He’s whistling now and spinning the car keys in his hand. His nonchalance is getting to me. It’s like nothing happened.
“How can you be so cool?” I ask.
“What was that? Jesus how many times do I have to tell you to speak up! Gotta be assertive kid, maybe then you could get a date.” He says, a little too loudly. I’m scared of him for a second.
“I said how are you so calm?”
“Look Sport, there’s no point getting all wound up about this kind of thing. You did what you did and anything else is just your mind screwing with ya.”
“But does that not affect you? Your conscience?”
He stops walking and lets out a mighty roar. I jump and feel frightened again for a few seconds before I realise he is laughing, a maniacal braying screech.
“Sssshh some one will hear!” I beg but he keeps laughing…
#
…for a full minute. Finally he wipes away a tear and speaks to me.
“Conscience! Kid you crack me up. I mean… I mean Jesus. All that bullshit about Conscience… all that crap they teach you in school, it’s just a way they control you, kid. Monkeys ain’t got a conscience, Dogs neither. It ain’t natural, it’s something we invented a long time ago.”
We walk for a few more steps in silence while I pluck up the courage to speak again.
“I just guess what I mean is you just murdered someone and we haven’t even left the woods yet and you’re smoking and whistling and singing like nothings the matter.”
“Woah woah woah, Kid, don’t get ahead of yourself there...”
I talk over him. The words are like a wave, Verbal diarrhoea or something. I can’t stop them.
“You took me to her house, broke in, kidnapped her, dragged her out here and stuck a… a… fucking knife in her face. It’s fucking mental. What the hell was that?! I mean why? Its…. why?”
I fall to the ground and hold my head in my hands. It's too much, I feel spent but I keep talking.
“You killed her and I watched. I just fucking watched. We have blood on our hands.” I finish as a wave of nausea sweeps over me.
He approaches and takes a knee in front of me as I sob.
“Hey kid. Look at me, look at me, Kid.”
I keep my head down and weep.
“FUCKING LOOK!” He screams
I look up and try to dab away the tears. His face is inches from mine and I can smell old coffee on his breath.
“Let’s get a few things straight here ok? First we are a team, kid. One of us goes down we both end up in the shit ok?”
I stay silent.
“OK?!” He repeats shouting again.
I nod pathetically.
“And second I didn’t kill no body. There’s no blood on these hands…”
“BULLSHIT!” I scream as I get to my feet.
“YOU STABBED THE LIFE OUTTA HER.” I bawl through tears.
“Calm down kid. Calm down and take a breath.”
I am furious and want to hit him but I don’t think it will do any good.
“You cool now?” He asks raising his thick eyebrows.
I just nod.
“Ok cool. Now take a look at my hands.”
He flicks on the lighter and shows me his unblemished white shirt. His right hand looks pristine and freshly manicured.
The lighter flicks off and returns us to darkness.
“Now you.” he whispers as he hands me the lighter.
I feel the weight of the cold metal going into my hand. It feels wet. I turn it in my hand until I can find the button. I flick the button with my thumb and the flame flickers on. I see his face again looking directly into my eyes, like he could see me in the dark. He always knows exactly where I am.
“Take a look kid.” He says.
I look down at myself.
I’m covered in blood, my white shirt, my shoes, my pants everything is dark red. I raise my left hand into the light.
It’s claret.
The light flicks off as I fall to the ground and scream and cry.
#
I don’t know how long it’s been but the sun is coming up.
He’s gone.
His work is done, no point hanging around.
But he’ll be back, he never goes far.
I stand up and start walking through the woods again.
Alone, like always.
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