Post by Red Bull Icon on Jul 25, 2009 21:14:21 GMT -5
(Our scene fades in on a quiet Sunday morning in an upper middle class suburban neighborhood of Carlsbad California. The well manicured lawns begin as the freshly drawn chalk hop-scotch squares end. Down the street a middle aged man wearing bright, brand new, denim shorts hoses down his sparkling just washed foreign sports car. A bit closer, but on the other side of the street, a mom straps her infant into the car seat as her twin soccer playing daughters enter the SUV. Without warning our glimpse at suburban heaven is stolen as the sounds of screeching breaks, squealing tires, and the screaming vocals of SlipKnot rip through the air. We turn to confront the intruder, and witness an orange and white U-Haul truck turn the corner, and break hard in front of the house two doors down. The drivers side door swings open as strangely the sounds of a crowd cheering begins to fill the air. BoolZ steps out from the truck, shuts the door, and the cheering ends. BoolZ takes a quick look up and down the street before walking towards the front door as he lights a cigarette. The next image we see is of the inside of the house. Dark forest green carpet, off white painted walls, and very old fashioned sturdy furniture great us as the tumbler of the look gives and the door opens. BoolZ walks into the room, shuts the door while putting his keys back in his pocket, and slides off his sandals before walking towards the kitchen cigarette still in his lips.)
BoolZ; “Mom, you home?”
(BoolZ in the kitchen goes straight to the refrigerator, opens the door, and checks the contents. Over his shoulder we see a very buxom Asian lady standing in the walkway. Her long black hair pulled into a tight ponytail does nothing to hide her long thin neck. The almost see through very short robe she’s wearing draws everyone’s attention towards her neckline which leads straight to her barely concealed bust. A devious smirk creeps across her lips as her left well kept eyebrow arches slightly.)
BoolZ; “Soda, juice, some purple stuff, Sunny-D, where in the hell is my Red Bull?”
Semi-nude lady; “BoolZ!”
(BoolZ takes his head out of the fridge to turn his attention towards the lady as some of the ash falls from his cigarette. Before he can utter a greeting she is standing close enough to smell her sweat perfume. She reaches into his front pocket, pulls out his hard pack of Marlboro Blend 27s and his Zippo, takes on out, places it between her plump luscious lips, and with a flick of her slender wrist ignites the lighter to take a deep puff.)
BoolZ; “Tina, how you doing. And where’s the Red Bull I left here?”
(With out saying a word Tina exhales slowly, returns the cigarettes and lighter to BoolZ’s front pocket, and lets her hand linger while confidently looking BoolZ in the eye.)
Tina; “BoolZ, you know your mother doesn’t allow smoking in our house. And we didn’t keep your drink. It’s been like two and half years, BoolZ. I’m sorry we threw it out, but maybe I can make it up to you?”
(Quietly BoolZ takes her hand from his pants, and shuts the refrigerator door before walking to the sink to put out his cigarette. Turning back to Tina with a shocked look on is face.)
BoolZ; “You threw out my Red Bull? What the hell!?! Is my mom here?”
(Mildly amused Tina takes another drag, the movements of her arms causing her satin robe to slowly open just enough to highlight the smooth skin of her cleavage.)
Tina; “Your mom had something to do at the office. She won’t be back for a few hours, but oh look at me. I should probably go change, huh? I mean I can’t entertain my lovers son in my pj’s.”
(Tina turns to head back upstairs allowing her robe to fall open as she walks away. BoolZ watches with a look of regret on his face.)
Tina; “Hey, BoolZy you wanna come help your step-mom out of her pajamas?”
(Shocked)
BoolZ; “WHAT!?!”
(As the thin satin robe floats down from the second story.)
Tina; “Ah, come on BoolZ cougars are in. Besides, it wouldn’t be first time.”
(Rushed, BoolZ takes the same hurried steps he takes every time he’s forced to confront a mistake from his past.)
BoolZ; “That was along time ago Tina. Tell my mom I stopped by, and I’ll see her next time I’m in town.”
(BoolZ hits the door, flings it open, and quickly makes his escape leaving behind his sandals. We know the drivers’ side door of BoolZ’s truck is opened and shut quickly by the brief roar of a pre-recorded crowd. SlipKnot tears though the quiet scene of suburban heaven and our scene fades out briefly. When we return we see the U-Haul truck parked in front of a large ranch style home in Del Mar California. As we turn to approach the home BoolZ is in full view, bare foot, at the door. As we progress towards the doorway we see an older man, tall, and skinny answer the door and invite BoolZ in. We follow as the two settle in the kitchen.)
BoolZ; “So how you been pop?”
Mr. Boolzian; “Oh we’ve been good, Gary got us into a golfing last year and it just kind of became an obsession. In fact, I’m sorry son, but I was about to take off. We got a tee time in 40 minutes, and I was hoping to hit the range first. I thought you weren’t coming by until tonight.”
BoolZ; “Yeah it was a short visit at moms. Anyway I won’t keep ya, figured I should stop by before hitting the road again.”
(Opening the ice box, BoolZs’ father takes out a four pack of energy drinks, and hands them to his son.)
Mr. Boolzian; “What it sounds like you’re leaving town soon. Wait you’re not leaving town already are you?”
(With a look of disbelief on his face BoolZ takes the four pack of Monster energy drink.)
BoolZ; “Monster? You trying to kill me?”
Mr. Boolzian; “No, Monster’s good. Gary and I love them.”
BoolZ; “Listen all Monster is, is Satan spew. I won’t touch the stuff. It’s the thought that counts though, right? Thanks pop, and yeah I’m heading out of town tonight. Richy got back to me, and I’m officially signed with the GIW. I gotta meet up with the crew, and debut this Saturday coming up.”
Mr. Boolzian; “What already? You just got back, and you’re leaving again so soon. Why don’t you take some time off? I know Gary wants to see you. Why don’t you just hang out here, I’ll hurry Gary up on the course, and we’ll all go have a nice lunch when we get back?”
(Feeling a mix of guilt for not wanting to stay and anger for being wanted to stay while his father golfs.)
BoolZ; “I don’t know, how long’s it gonna take?”
Mr. Boolzian; “Well 18 holes I’d say four to five hours. Maybe more, but son I’ve got to be going.”
BoolZ; “Yeah, screw that. I’ve still got a bunch of stuff to take care of still. I’ll walk you out though, and now that I’m back in the country it shouldn’t be to long before we catch up.”
(The camera slowly fades to black as BoolZ and his father head towards the door. Eventually when we fade back in, in full frame we see BoolZ leaning against his modified U-Haul truck smoking a cigarette in front of a modest house somewhere in Oceanside California. The grass shows three to four days overgrowth. A large tree casts a shadow over most of the driveway, and the fallen leaves threaten to clog the rain gutters. The horrible sounding stereo system of one the houses down the way echoes with distorted base as dogs across the middle class neighbor hood argue with dueling barks. BoolZ finishes his cigarette, tosses the butt into the storm drain, pops open a Red Bull, and chugs it before dumping the empty can into the passenger side window before walking up the driveway and to the door. BoolZ is greeted by the sounds of a small dog yipping on the other side of the door, and then the owners response.)
XXX; “Jared, knock that noise off. Fµckin’ mutt, shut the hell up!”
(Hearing the movement from inside BoolZ decides to wait as the dog continues his warning. Sudden a small ‘yelp’ is heard, and the door flies open. We’re treated to a image of an older heavy set man with very short blonde hair. His steely blue eyes peer out on to his porch, and a smile cracks the stoic face behind a smoldering cigarette.)
XXX; “Randy! How the hell ya been? Where're your shoes?”
(The man steps out and like family does he and BoolZ share a hug.)
BoolZ; “I’ve been good Mr. McCourt. How’s the family?”
Mr. McCourt; “Oh hell they are what they are, and I’m not tellin’ ya again. It’s Pall or SPARCX. None of this Mister sh¡t. Now get the hell in here. Bree picked up a case of Red Bull yesterday, and they should be cold enough. C’mon.”
(SPARCX turns to lead the way back inside, and after BoolZ shuts the door follows his childhood mentor. We faze out the words from SPARCX as we pass through a walk way, and notice a slight hitch in the step of BoolZ. BoolZ catches himself and begins a hurried pace as he stares at a small urn resting on the fire place in the living room. Above the urn a poster sized picture of BoolZ, a young man with blonde hair, and a dark haired girl hints back to what was then a happier time. Back in the kitchen we’re snapped back to the present.)
SPARCX; “Hey, Randy, RANDY!”
(With a shake of his head BoolZ acknowledges his teacher, and takes the ice cold Red Bull being offered to him.)
BoolZ; “Yeah, huh, oh thanks.”
SPARCX; “So you doin’ alright?”
BoolZ; ‘Yeah, no, I’m good. Why?”
SPARCX; “No reason. So how was Japan?”
(Opening the Red Bull, BoolZ takes a drink before responding with a somewhat calmer demeanor.)
BoolZ; “It was fantastic. I mean you were right. I learned a bunch, made a butt load of cash, and saw some of the most beautiful sights in the world.”
(Taking a drag of his cigarette.)
SPARCX; “Good to hear. Yeah I knew you’d good over there. You got that weird ass kinda hit you from all sides style. Hell if I coulda done that kinda stuff I’d still be in the ring.”
BoolZ; “Yeah, I don’t know if that’s good enough here in the states though. Wait a minute. You’re wife’s letting you smoke in the house?”
SPARCX; “Hell no. She’d kill me, but she took Cinders and one of her friends to the mall and 31 Flavors. Thanks by the way, she should be back in a few minutes. I told her you’d be stopping by, but she kept saying you weren’t ‘sposed to come over till tomorrow. Can you stay awhile? She’s bringing back a Turtle Pie for ya.”
BoolZ; “Oh what kinda asshole would let her go through the trouble of ordering a pie, and then not eat it.”
SPARCX; “Alright great. So if you’ll grab the six pack from the fridge and your Red Bull we can go light up the grill, and you can tell me all about your exploits from the Far East.”
BoolZ; “Sounds like a plan.”
(As BoolZ opens the refrigerator Jared the little yapping dog begins barking again, and the sound of the front door opening gives way to the joyous greetings of a lady.)
XX; “Randy!”
(BoolZ turns to see a striking red head carrying a Baskin Robins pie box enter the room with her teenage daughter close behind.)
BoolZ; “Mrs. McCourt…”
(Is all he can get out before being tackled with a hug as the daughter and her friend retreat up a near by staircase.)
Mrs. McCourt; “Damnit Randy, you know it’s Bree or Redd. And what’s up, I thought you were coming over tomorrow?”
BoolZ; “Yeah, well I gotta hit the road tonight to make the show this weekend, but I could live with myself if I didn’t get by to see my family.”
Redd; “Tonight! Well can you stay for an early dinner?”
BoolZ; “Yeah I can stick around for a few hours.”
(For one final time the scene fades out as BoolZ and the parents of his one time best friend make their way to the backyard.)
BoolZ; “Mom, you home?”
(BoolZ in the kitchen goes straight to the refrigerator, opens the door, and checks the contents. Over his shoulder we see a very buxom Asian lady standing in the walkway. Her long black hair pulled into a tight ponytail does nothing to hide her long thin neck. The almost see through very short robe she’s wearing draws everyone’s attention towards her neckline which leads straight to her barely concealed bust. A devious smirk creeps across her lips as her left well kept eyebrow arches slightly.)
BoolZ; “Soda, juice, some purple stuff, Sunny-D, where in the hell is my Red Bull?”
Semi-nude lady; “BoolZ!”
(BoolZ takes his head out of the fridge to turn his attention towards the lady as some of the ash falls from his cigarette. Before he can utter a greeting she is standing close enough to smell her sweat perfume. She reaches into his front pocket, pulls out his hard pack of Marlboro Blend 27s and his Zippo, takes on out, places it between her plump luscious lips, and with a flick of her slender wrist ignites the lighter to take a deep puff.)
BoolZ; “Tina, how you doing. And where’s the Red Bull I left here?”
(With out saying a word Tina exhales slowly, returns the cigarettes and lighter to BoolZ’s front pocket, and lets her hand linger while confidently looking BoolZ in the eye.)
Tina; “BoolZ, you know your mother doesn’t allow smoking in our house. And we didn’t keep your drink. It’s been like two and half years, BoolZ. I’m sorry we threw it out, but maybe I can make it up to you?”
(Quietly BoolZ takes her hand from his pants, and shuts the refrigerator door before walking to the sink to put out his cigarette. Turning back to Tina with a shocked look on is face.)
BoolZ; “You threw out my Red Bull? What the hell!?! Is my mom here?”
(Mildly amused Tina takes another drag, the movements of her arms causing her satin robe to slowly open just enough to highlight the smooth skin of her cleavage.)
Tina; “Your mom had something to do at the office. She won’t be back for a few hours, but oh look at me. I should probably go change, huh? I mean I can’t entertain my lovers son in my pj’s.”
(Tina turns to head back upstairs allowing her robe to fall open as she walks away. BoolZ watches with a look of regret on his face.)
Tina; “Hey, BoolZy you wanna come help your step-mom out of her pajamas?”
(Shocked)
BoolZ; “WHAT!?!”
(As the thin satin robe floats down from the second story.)
Tina; “Ah, come on BoolZ cougars are in. Besides, it wouldn’t be first time.”
(Rushed, BoolZ takes the same hurried steps he takes every time he’s forced to confront a mistake from his past.)
BoolZ; “That was along time ago Tina. Tell my mom I stopped by, and I’ll see her next time I’m in town.”
(BoolZ hits the door, flings it open, and quickly makes his escape leaving behind his sandals. We know the drivers’ side door of BoolZ’s truck is opened and shut quickly by the brief roar of a pre-recorded crowd. SlipKnot tears though the quiet scene of suburban heaven and our scene fades out briefly. When we return we see the U-Haul truck parked in front of a large ranch style home in Del Mar California. As we turn to approach the home BoolZ is in full view, bare foot, at the door. As we progress towards the doorway we see an older man, tall, and skinny answer the door and invite BoolZ in. We follow as the two settle in the kitchen.)
BoolZ; “So how you been pop?”
Mr. Boolzian; “Oh we’ve been good, Gary got us into a golfing last year and it just kind of became an obsession. In fact, I’m sorry son, but I was about to take off. We got a tee time in 40 minutes, and I was hoping to hit the range first. I thought you weren’t coming by until tonight.”
BoolZ; “Yeah it was a short visit at moms. Anyway I won’t keep ya, figured I should stop by before hitting the road again.”
(Opening the ice box, BoolZs’ father takes out a four pack of energy drinks, and hands them to his son.)
Mr. Boolzian; “What it sounds like you’re leaving town soon. Wait you’re not leaving town already are you?”
(With a look of disbelief on his face BoolZ takes the four pack of Monster energy drink.)
BoolZ; “Monster? You trying to kill me?”
Mr. Boolzian; “No, Monster’s good. Gary and I love them.”
BoolZ; “Listen all Monster is, is Satan spew. I won’t touch the stuff. It’s the thought that counts though, right? Thanks pop, and yeah I’m heading out of town tonight. Richy got back to me, and I’m officially signed with the GIW. I gotta meet up with the crew, and debut this Saturday coming up.”
Mr. Boolzian; “What already? You just got back, and you’re leaving again so soon. Why don’t you take some time off? I know Gary wants to see you. Why don’t you just hang out here, I’ll hurry Gary up on the course, and we’ll all go have a nice lunch when we get back?”
(Feeling a mix of guilt for not wanting to stay and anger for being wanted to stay while his father golfs.)
BoolZ; “I don’t know, how long’s it gonna take?”
Mr. Boolzian; “Well 18 holes I’d say four to five hours. Maybe more, but son I’ve got to be going.”
BoolZ; “Yeah, screw that. I’ve still got a bunch of stuff to take care of still. I’ll walk you out though, and now that I’m back in the country it shouldn’t be to long before we catch up.”
(The camera slowly fades to black as BoolZ and his father head towards the door. Eventually when we fade back in, in full frame we see BoolZ leaning against his modified U-Haul truck smoking a cigarette in front of a modest house somewhere in Oceanside California. The grass shows three to four days overgrowth. A large tree casts a shadow over most of the driveway, and the fallen leaves threaten to clog the rain gutters. The horrible sounding stereo system of one the houses down the way echoes with distorted base as dogs across the middle class neighbor hood argue with dueling barks. BoolZ finishes his cigarette, tosses the butt into the storm drain, pops open a Red Bull, and chugs it before dumping the empty can into the passenger side window before walking up the driveway and to the door. BoolZ is greeted by the sounds of a small dog yipping on the other side of the door, and then the owners response.)
XXX; “Jared, knock that noise off. Fµckin’ mutt, shut the hell up!”
(Hearing the movement from inside BoolZ decides to wait as the dog continues his warning. Sudden a small ‘yelp’ is heard, and the door flies open. We’re treated to a image of an older heavy set man with very short blonde hair. His steely blue eyes peer out on to his porch, and a smile cracks the stoic face behind a smoldering cigarette.)
XXX; “Randy! How the hell ya been? Where're your shoes?”
(The man steps out and like family does he and BoolZ share a hug.)
BoolZ; “I’ve been good Mr. McCourt. How’s the family?”
Mr. McCourt; “Oh hell they are what they are, and I’m not tellin’ ya again. It’s Pall or SPARCX. None of this Mister sh¡t. Now get the hell in here. Bree picked up a case of Red Bull yesterday, and they should be cold enough. C’mon.”
(SPARCX turns to lead the way back inside, and after BoolZ shuts the door follows his childhood mentor. We faze out the words from SPARCX as we pass through a walk way, and notice a slight hitch in the step of BoolZ. BoolZ catches himself and begins a hurried pace as he stares at a small urn resting on the fire place in the living room. Above the urn a poster sized picture of BoolZ, a young man with blonde hair, and a dark haired girl hints back to what was then a happier time. Back in the kitchen we’re snapped back to the present.)
SPARCX; “Hey, Randy, RANDY!”
(With a shake of his head BoolZ acknowledges his teacher, and takes the ice cold Red Bull being offered to him.)
BoolZ; “Yeah, huh, oh thanks.”
SPARCX; “So you doin’ alright?”
BoolZ; ‘Yeah, no, I’m good. Why?”
SPARCX; “No reason. So how was Japan?”
(Opening the Red Bull, BoolZ takes a drink before responding with a somewhat calmer demeanor.)
BoolZ; “It was fantastic. I mean you were right. I learned a bunch, made a butt load of cash, and saw some of the most beautiful sights in the world.”
(Taking a drag of his cigarette.)
SPARCX; “Good to hear. Yeah I knew you’d good over there. You got that weird ass kinda hit you from all sides style. Hell if I coulda done that kinda stuff I’d still be in the ring.”
BoolZ; “Yeah, I don’t know if that’s good enough here in the states though. Wait a minute. You’re wife’s letting you smoke in the house?”
SPARCX; “Hell no. She’d kill me, but she took Cinders and one of her friends to the mall and 31 Flavors. Thanks by the way, she should be back in a few minutes. I told her you’d be stopping by, but she kept saying you weren’t ‘sposed to come over till tomorrow. Can you stay awhile? She’s bringing back a Turtle Pie for ya.”
BoolZ; “Oh what kinda asshole would let her go through the trouble of ordering a pie, and then not eat it.”
SPARCX; “Alright great. So if you’ll grab the six pack from the fridge and your Red Bull we can go light up the grill, and you can tell me all about your exploits from the Far East.”
BoolZ; “Sounds like a plan.”
(As BoolZ opens the refrigerator Jared the little yapping dog begins barking again, and the sound of the front door opening gives way to the joyous greetings of a lady.)
XX; “Randy!”
(BoolZ turns to see a striking red head carrying a Baskin Robins pie box enter the room with her teenage daughter close behind.)
BoolZ; “Mrs. McCourt…”
(Is all he can get out before being tackled with a hug as the daughter and her friend retreat up a near by staircase.)
Mrs. McCourt; “Damnit Randy, you know it’s Bree or Redd. And what’s up, I thought you were coming over tomorrow?”
BoolZ; “Yeah, well I gotta hit the road tonight to make the show this weekend, but I could live with myself if I didn’t get by to see my family.”
Redd; “Tonight! Well can you stay for an early dinner?”
BoolZ; “Yeah I can stick around for a few hours.”
(For one final time the scene fades out as BoolZ and the parents of his one time best friend make their way to the backyard.)
