Post by Red Bull Icon on Jul 25, 2009 21:17:28 GMT -5
(Our scene opens in the very early hours of a very quiet morning in a very empty parking lot of a very new supermarket. Our attention is drawn to the U-Haul moving truck parked across four spaces out front on this cool drizzly night. Instantly we recognize the vehicle by the custom Red Bull taillights, spinner rims, and the black spray paint spelling out ‘U-Suk’ over the U-Haul logo. BoolZ is near. We take a quick scan of the area trying to locate the Red Bull Icon before coming to the conclusion that he must be inside.
As we enter the grocery store we are greeted with the images of a dozens of employees busily re-stocking shelves, putting out fresh produce, and buffing the floor. The conflicting sounds of dueling portable radios wage war, and lend themselves to the fact that this store should be shopper-less at this hour. We’re passed by a newspaper delivery truck driver dropping off this morning’s print as we spot BoolZ pushing a shopping cart around in the produce section. We quietly creep closer as RBI places a bag a Valencia oranges into the cart, and makes his way to the broccoli.)
BoolZ; “I can’t get a match, but Deathman and Savage can play Iron Chef? Their recipe better be pretty friggin’ good. Hmm, I wonder how much cheese their little broccoli stew showdown’s gonna have.”
(Placing a bushel of broccoli in the cart BoolZ continues down the outside wall of the store. He passes by the deserted deli, wonders through the empty bakery, and turns at the blacked out butchers block. He stops at the packaged lunch meat, tosses in a pack of pre-sliced roast beef, and adds a pack of Kraft sliced cheese to the cart before leaving the area.)
Store P.A.; “Dana to the front for customer service.”
( BoolZ wanders down the back wall of the store checking the signs at the end of each aisle. Spotting what he was looking for he heads straight for the beverage aisle when the door leading to the store/break room swings open, and crashes into the front of the shopping cart. BoolZ stops and leans his head to the side to make sure no one is hurt as a brunette young lady does the same from the other side of the door.)
Employee; “OH, I’m so sorry. Are you alright?”
(Barely in her twenties, the young lady’s green eyes sparkled from behind her glasses. Her light brown hair tied back into a loose ponytail shows off her long slender neck decorated on either side by a pair of large silver hoop earrings. The tone of her milky skin blushes on her cheeks in contrast to her white polo styled shirt buried under her dark blue apron. Her name tag draws our attention away from her slightly larger than proportioned, for a girl of her tiny size, breasts.)
BoolZ; “Oh, yeah, I’ll live. You ok, Dana?”
Dana; “I’m good. Thanks for asking.”
(Dana walks away as BoolZ takes in view from another angle. Her black pants maybe a size to big hang from her hips, and begin to bunch at the feet as her Converse All-Stars tear the heels one step at a time into loose strands of cotton. BoolZ takes a quick glance at his own pair of shell toes before returning in his desired direction. Once at the soft drink aisle BoolZ proceeds to place three cases of Red Bull in the cart before walking towards the front of the store, and straight to the cash register where Dana has just finished ringing up a pregnant lady. BoolZ takes his place in line, and begins putting his items on the belt.)
Dana; “We meet again.”
BoolZ; “Yeah, miss me?”
(Dana begins ringing up the items, and struggles with the cases of Red Bull.)
Dana; “So is this night or morning for ya?”
BoolZ; “Oh it’s night. It can’t be morning until after I go to sleep and wake up.”
Dana; “Sleep? Gonna be kinda hard to get to sleep with all this Red Bull.”
(Clearly something else behind his words.)
BoolZ; “Well, that’s kinda the point. I mean who wants to waste time sleeping anyway?”
Dana; “Not you apparently. So did you find everything alright?”
BoolZ; “Not a problem. Can I get three packs of Marlboro Blend 27’s.”
(Nods her head, and begins looking for the copper colored boxes.)
Dana; “You know what, I’m sorry but I think we’re out.”
BooLZ; “Oh, well don’t worry about it then. Hey do you know where the closest Wal-Mart is?”
(Dana stops and thinks for a moment before answering.)
Dana; “Well there’s two. If you go out and make a right, then a left on Main St it’ll be on your left about three miles down, or keep going straight at Main and hang a right on Broadway it’ll be on your right about two and half miles. The one on Main I think is 24 hours.”
(BoolZ receives his total, pays his bill, puts his wallet back in his pocket.)
BoolZ; “Alright thanks. So right, left on Main, and I can’t miss it.”
Dana; “Oh well hold on, I didn’t say you couldn’t miss it. Driving in his town at this time is a pain. The street lights haven’t been on in some time, and I don’t know who but some of the kids stole the street sign at Main a few years ago. They never put up a new sign. I’m betting you’ll get lost.”
BoolZ; “Oh, well, then thanks I guess.”
Dana; “Any time. And if you do get lost just come back here, and we’ll try again.”
(BoolZ takes his receipt, and heads out the front door. We focus on Dana as she watches BoolZ walk out of the store, and then she looks down at her shoes. When she looks up an older man with a pot belly and shinny bald head is scowling at her. His is wearing the same uniform as Dana, holding a clip board, and taping his foot.)
Dana; “What is it now Bob?”
Bob; “That’s Mr. Kennerly, Dana. I am your supervisor you know, and I think you should address me as such.”
Dana; “You’re third shift assistant shift leader, Bob.”
Bob; “Damnit Dana if you can’t show me the respect I deserve I will find someone who can. Maybe them I won’t be paying people to yap on there phone in the back or flirt…..”
(The scene flashes to the parking lot where BoolZ is finishing loading his truck, his cell phone placed between his ear and his right shoulder as he pulls the back sliding door shut of his moving truck.)
BoolZ; “Mom that’s ridiculous! I’m not impregnating Tina! I mean that’s pretty friggin’ fucked. My mom is actually calling me because she wants me to knock up her girlfriend because my step mom wants my mom to part of the child. What the hell?”
(Dana comes walking out of store and catches the eye of BoolZ in mid sentence.)
BoolZ; “This conversations over Mom.”
(BoolZ hangs up the phone, and lights a cigarette as Dana approaches.)
BoolZ; “So you did miss me?”
Dana; “If you say so. No I’m thinking I just couldn’t live with myself if you got lost, car jacked, killed, or pimped out to some middle aged white hair.”
BoolZ; “Oh I appreciate your concern.”
Dana; “So why don’t I show you where the Wal-mart is?”
BoolZ; “Sounds great. You wanna take my truck, or your car?”
Dana; “Oh my ride’s not gonna be here for a few more hours.”
(Looking at the ‘U-Suk’ mobile.)
Dana; “This you?”
BoolZ; “Yeah, hop in.”
(The scene begins to fade to black only capturing the last few seconds.)
Dana; “So you moving in or out?”
BoolZ; “Moving?”
(The scene now completely black and silent.)
As we enter the grocery store we are greeted with the images of a dozens of employees busily re-stocking shelves, putting out fresh produce, and buffing the floor. The conflicting sounds of dueling portable radios wage war, and lend themselves to the fact that this store should be shopper-less at this hour. We’re passed by a newspaper delivery truck driver dropping off this morning’s print as we spot BoolZ pushing a shopping cart around in the produce section. We quietly creep closer as RBI places a bag a Valencia oranges into the cart, and makes his way to the broccoli.)
BoolZ; “I can’t get a match, but Deathman and Savage can play Iron Chef? Their recipe better be pretty friggin’ good. Hmm, I wonder how much cheese their little broccoli stew showdown’s gonna have.”
(Placing a bushel of broccoli in the cart BoolZ continues down the outside wall of the store. He passes by the deserted deli, wonders through the empty bakery, and turns at the blacked out butchers block. He stops at the packaged lunch meat, tosses in a pack of pre-sliced roast beef, and adds a pack of Kraft sliced cheese to the cart before leaving the area.)
Store P.A.; “Dana to the front for customer service.”
( BoolZ wanders down the back wall of the store checking the signs at the end of each aisle. Spotting what he was looking for he heads straight for the beverage aisle when the door leading to the store/break room swings open, and crashes into the front of the shopping cart. BoolZ stops and leans his head to the side to make sure no one is hurt as a brunette young lady does the same from the other side of the door.)
Employee; “OH, I’m so sorry. Are you alright?”
(Barely in her twenties, the young lady’s green eyes sparkled from behind her glasses. Her light brown hair tied back into a loose ponytail shows off her long slender neck decorated on either side by a pair of large silver hoop earrings. The tone of her milky skin blushes on her cheeks in contrast to her white polo styled shirt buried under her dark blue apron. Her name tag draws our attention away from her slightly larger than proportioned, for a girl of her tiny size, breasts.)
BoolZ; “Oh, yeah, I’ll live. You ok, Dana?”
Dana; “I’m good. Thanks for asking.”
(Dana walks away as BoolZ takes in view from another angle. Her black pants maybe a size to big hang from her hips, and begin to bunch at the feet as her Converse All-Stars tear the heels one step at a time into loose strands of cotton. BoolZ takes a quick glance at his own pair of shell toes before returning in his desired direction. Once at the soft drink aisle BoolZ proceeds to place three cases of Red Bull in the cart before walking towards the front of the store, and straight to the cash register where Dana has just finished ringing up a pregnant lady. BoolZ takes his place in line, and begins putting his items on the belt.)
Dana; “We meet again.”
BoolZ; “Yeah, miss me?”
(Dana begins ringing up the items, and struggles with the cases of Red Bull.)
Dana; “So is this night or morning for ya?”
BoolZ; “Oh it’s night. It can’t be morning until after I go to sleep and wake up.”
Dana; “Sleep? Gonna be kinda hard to get to sleep with all this Red Bull.”
(Clearly something else behind his words.)
BoolZ; “Well, that’s kinda the point. I mean who wants to waste time sleeping anyway?”
Dana; “Not you apparently. So did you find everything alright?”
BoolZ; “Not a problem. Can I get three packs of Marlboro Blend 27’s.”
(Nods her head, and begins looking for the copper colored boxes.)
Dana; “You know what, I’m sorry but I think we’re out.”
BooLZ; “Oh, well don’t worry about it then. Hey do you know where the closest Wal-Mart is?”
(Dana stops and thinks for a moment before answering.)
Dana; “Well there’s two. If you go out and make a right, then a left on Main St it’ll be on your left about three miles down, or keep going straight at Main and hang a right on Broadway it’ll be on your right about two and half miles. The one on Main I think is 24 hours.”
(BoolZ receives his total, pays his bill, puts his wallet back in his pocket.)
BoolZ; “Alright thanks. So right, left on Main, and I can’t miss it.”
Dana; “Oh well hold on, I didn’t say you couldn’t miss it. Driving in his town at this time is a pain. The street lights haven’t been on in some time, and I don’t know who but some of the kids stole the street sign at Main a few years ago. They never put up a new sign. I’m betting you’ll get lost.”
BoolZ; “Oh, well, then thanks I guess.”
Dana; “Any time. And if you do get lost just come back here, and we’ll try again.”
(BoolZ takes his receipt, and heads out the front door. We focus on Dana as she watches BoolZ walk out of the store, and then she looks down at her shoes. When she looks up an older man with a pot belly and shinny bald head is scowling at her. His is wearing the same uniform as Dana, holding a clip board, and taping his foot.)
Dana; “What is it now Bob?”
Bob; “That’s Mr. Kennerly, Dana. I am your supervisor you know, and I think you should address me as such.”
Dana; “You’re third shift assistant shift leader, Bob.”
Bob; “Damnit Dana if you can’t show me the respect I deserve I will find someone who can. Maybe them I won’t be paying people to yap on there phone in the back or flirt…..”
(The scene flashes to the parking lot where BoolZ is finishing loading his truck, his cell phone placed between his ear and his right shoulder as he pulls the back sliding door shut of his moving truck.)
BoolZ; “Mom that’s ridiculous! I’m not impregnating Tina! I mean that’s pretty friggin’ fucked. My mom is actually calling me because she wants me to knock up her girlfriend because my step mom wants my mom to part of the child. What the hell?”
(Dana comes walking out of store and catches the eye of BoolZ in mid sentence.)
BoolZ; “This conversations over Mom.”
(BoolZ hangs up the phone, and lights a cigarette as Dana approaches.)
BoolZ; “So you did miss me?”
Dana; “If you say so. No I’m thinking I just couldn’t live with myself if you got lost, car jacked, killed, or pimped out to some middle aged white hair.”
BoolZ; “Oh I appreciate your concern.”
Dana; “So why don’t I show you where the Wal-mart is?”
BoolZ; “Sounds great. You wanna take my truck, or your car?”
Dana; “Oh my ride’s not gonna be here for a few more hours.”
(Looking at the ‘U-Suk’ mobile.)
Dana; “This you?”
BoolZ; “Yeah, hop in.”
(The scene begins to fade to black only capturing the last few seconds.)
Dana; “So you moving in or out?”
BoolZ; “Moving?”
(The scene now completely black and silent.)
