DIRTY, for those who don't know, is my friend initiate's imaginary TV show (there was one episode that was made into a short film for the Atlanta Dailies - an independent film collective here in Atlanta). It's about two crooked cops who inexplicably find themselves knee deep in one bad situation after the next. Think of it as The SHIELD meets STARSKY & HUTCH. This is a guest written episode (part one) that i'm writing for his birthday. If you like this keep in mind his stories for the series are much better than mine and you should go over to his profile and harass him for more!Interior: Shithole of a club. The only customers are a man and a woman sitting at the bar. She's sporting a kind of fetish noir look. He looks like Hell if Hell had a hangover. Woman is talking to him but we can't hear anything over the music. Close in. Bartender is pouring shots of Jager and lining them up in front of the customers.
Lockley: Hold that thought...(lifts a single finger to the young ladys face without pulling his attention away from the row of Jager shots lined up along the bar. Working from right to left, he lifts, shoots, scores, shakes off the taste and repeats, stacking one empty shot on top of the other as he works his way down the line, until finally only a minature tower made out of tiny paper cups remains. Satisfied he signals for a chaser from the bartender and turns back to the woman.)
Lockley: So... here's the thing: I know you're not gonna sleep with me. But you think I think you might and therefore you think you can just sit there, spewing out whatever bullshits going through that coke soaked brain of yours while i'm supposed to pony up the bucks to buy you a drink... for I dunno, what? The privelge of your company I s'pose... well... that is until someone you think you might actually wanna sleep with comes along, am I right or am I right?
Lady: Excuse me..
Lockley: Just answer the question...
Lady: "Yeah... well who the fuck are you supposed to be?"
(Lockley receives his drink, nods a 'thanks' at the bartender and downs it in one gulp. He leans in, pulls out his wallet and looks like he's going to pay for the round but instead flashes the woman a badge)
)Close enough (Repockets his wallet), now where were we before I so rudely Identified myself... oh yeah, I had asked you a question. So am I?
Lockley: Am I right.
Lady: Yeah... sure whatever!
Lockley:(slams bar top with his fist
)Not 'whatever'! Am I right? Yes or No.
Lady: You're right, you're right...
Lockley: That's what I thought ( Read more... )