{"id":614,"date":"2005-06-03T16:40:00","date_gmt":"2005-06-03T21:40:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nolanpro.com\/wordpress\/?p=272"},"modified":"2005-06-03T16:40:00","modified_gmt":"2005-06-03T21:40:00","slug":"page-one-of-a-new-comedy-by-me-and-johnny","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.granateseed.com\/futilepodcast\/2005\/06\/03\/page-one-of-a-new-comedy-by-me-and-johnny\/","title":{"rendered":"Page one of a new comedy by Me and Johnny."},"content":{"rendered":"<div align=\"center\">EXT. SUBURBAN STREETS &#8211; DAY<br \/>Harold (24) is sitting in his car at a stop light Perfect Way<br \/>by Scritti Politi is playing on the radio. We hear a<br \/>RUMBLING as a large black SUV pulls alongside. The DRIVER<br \/>(30) rolls his window down.<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\">DRIVER<br \/>You going to pick up some midgets<br \/>from a porn shoot?<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\">HAROLD<br \/>Yeah I&#8217;m kinda lost which way is<br \/>your mom&#8217;s house.<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\">DRIVER<br \/>Oh you think you&#8217;re big? You&#8217;re<br \/>just a small fry in a small ride.<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\">Driver pulls away into the sunset, Scritti Politi fades into<br \/>high energy music credits roll.<\/p>\n<p>EXT. SUBURBAN STREETS &#8211; NIGHT<br \/>A group of SAMURAI warriors are standing ready to fight a<br \/>cadre of ninjas. Steel and low pitched yells echo through<br \/>the streets.<\/p>\n<p>INT. BRIAN&#8217;S ROOM &#8211; DAY<br \/>An alarm clock is beeping, BRIAN (25) opens his exhausted<br \/>eyes and is startled into life.<\/p>\n<p>INT. LIVING ROOM &#8211; DAY<br \/>LUCIAS (22) wearing a dirty green shirt and black cargo<br \/>shorts is lying on a contorted beige love-seat sleeping one<br \/>off.<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\">BRIAN<br \/>Damn it!<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\">LUCIAS<br \/>Huh? Man what time is it?<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\">BRIAN<br \/>It&#8217;s 6:43.<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\">LUCIAS<br \/>Oh man you&#8217;ve got to get some<br \/>sleep. Burning the midnight oil<br \/>just ain&#8217;t working for you dude.<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\">BRIAN<br \/>I tried to sleep last night. It&#8217;s<br \/>those damn ninjas-<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\">LUCIAS<br \/>Samurai, dude.<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\">BRIAN<br \/>What?<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\">LUCIAS<br \/>They are Samurai, they defend the<br \/>neighborhood from the ninjas, those<br \/>vile assassins, it&#8217;s how they got<br \/>such a good mortgage.<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\">BRIAN<br \/>Well whatever. They&#8217;ve been<br \/>keeping me up this past week and I<br \/>just got my dream job working the<br \/>early morning talk shift where I<br \/>can really reach the people and . . . <\/div>\n<div align=\"center\">Lucias fumbles in his shorts pocket and pulls out a whole<br \/>gram cracker he breaks it along the perforation and offers<br \/>half to Brian. Brian declines.<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\">LUCIAS<br \/>You&#8217;ve got to stop being so uptight<br \/>you&#8217;ll never build an audience.<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\">BRIAN<br \/>Well those damn nijarais are gonna<br \/>cost me my chance to make a<br \/>difference.<\/p>\n<p>INT. RADIO STATION BOOTH &#8211; DAY<br \/>Brian rests his face on the palm of his right hand and<br \/>desperately tries to stay awake during the local news brief.<br \/>His head slips from his hand and slams into a table.<\/p>\n<p>EXT. SUV DEALERSHIP &#8211; DAY<br \/>Slow pan and then swoosh pan to Tractor Dealership.<\/p>\n<p>INT. TRACTOR HARDWARE STORE &#8211; DAY<br \/>A Musiac version of Thunder Rolls by Garth Brooks plays in the<br \/>background, assorted tactor supplies and hardware are laid<br \/>out like a BMW dealership. Harold (24) is aimlessly thumbing<br \/>through a brochure on tractor supplies as a sales<br \/>representative approaches him.<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\"> <\/div>\n<div align=\"center\">SALES REP<br \/>So what can I get fer ya?<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\"> <\/div>\n<div align=\"center\">HAROLD<br \/>I&#8217;m looking to get one of your top<br \/>of the line tractors.<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\">SALES REP<br \/>Okay, now what will you being doing<br \/>with it?<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\">HAROLD<br \/>What do you mean?<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\">SALES REP<br \/>How many acres you looking to plow?<br \/>To till will you be wanting to<br \/>disperse any seed or pesticides?<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\">HAROLD<br \/>Oh, no I just want to buy a big<br \/>tractor.<\/p>\n<p>EXT. THE HOUSE &#8211; DAY<br \/>Brian is somewhat disheveled as he stumbles toward the door.<br \/>He mumbles to himself.<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\">BRIAN<br \/>Fired . . . hey it&#8217;s not that bad.<br \/>Just got my old time and title back<br \/>as DJ REDEYE. Who needs to drive<br \/>change and inspire the busy ants of<br \/>the world . . .<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\">Brian looks around, a woman is pushing a stroller on the<br \/>opposite side of the street and the mail man is walking by. <\/div>\n<div align=\"center\">BRIAN<br \/>(cont&#8217;d)<br \/>ANTS! And you damn ninjas you can<br \/>come get some whenever you want<br \/>I&#8217;ll kick all your asses.<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\">Lucias opens the door and flashes a smirk.<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\">LUCIAS<br \/>Brian man, why are you so drunk?<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\">BRIAN<br \/>Because I&#8217;ve been drinking since 10<br \/>AM.<\/div>\n<div align=\"center\">LUCIAS<br \/>What happened did the world bank<br \/>collapse or something? They better<br \/>still accept my coupons over at<br \/>Little Ernesto&#8217;s Pizza Cornucopia. <\/div>\n<div align=\"center\"> <\/div>\n<div align=\"center\">Brian looks at Lucias with faint red eyes then collapses on<br \/>the sidewalk. The mail man steps over him and gleefully<br \/>hands a bushel of junk mail to a jolly Lucias. <\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>EXT. SUBURBAN STREETS &#8211; DAYHarold (24) is sitting in his car at a stop light Perfect Wayby Scritti Politi is playing on the radio. 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