BR2 ORIGINAL MOVIE SCRIPTS

ON THE EAST SIDE OF NEW YORK, THE THIRD MYSTERIOUS BLACKOUT IN THE SAME MONTH WAS TAKING PLACE. A FEMALE REPORTER IS ON THE SCENE AT THE MAIN POWER BASE, QUESTIONING THE CHIEF ELECTRICAL ENGINEER.

 

Reporter

Any clues as to why this is happening for the third time this month?

Engineer

To be frank, because that's my name, no! According to all calculations, everything is in working order and should be A-OK. But it's not! If this were old time Greece or Egypt I'd say the Gods had it in for us!

Reporter

Does the electric company feel a responsibility towards the businessmen who's lost millions through the looting that goes on during these mysterious black-outs?

Engineer

We're not an insurance company! Supplying the public with power is our responsibility.

(Camera pans the chaotic streets where hoodlums and undesirables are helping themselves to everything in sight. Old and young, black, white and Hispanic, all are participating. Police are beating heads and carrying people off by paddy wagon. Pulling away from the scene in a black Porsche, a fifteen year old boy smiles to himself as he pushes his tape deck button. "Compu-pu-pu-pu- pu-pu-pu-pu-pu- Computer games" blasts on.)

Youth

Fuck you duck-ass! Victory is ours again! Long live the knights! (steps on the gas and screeches away. Rolling down the highway his spirit is free, but a glance in his rear-view mirror reveals a patrolman on motorcycle tailing) Not today, Copos...no ticket today...(clenching his jaws and steps harder on the gas pedal, but the cop trails in hot pursuit with siren blowing)

Patrolman

(to himself) Ahh, I can see it's adventure you seek my lad! Well 'tis an adventure you will get!

(Darting in and out of cars the youth manages to keep himself at a safe distance. A half a mile or so ahead an accident had taken place and had it not been for the traffic block, he might have been able to evade his assailant completely. As it were, he found himself having to slow down and eventually come to a halt. As the patrolman pulls along side, he quickly stashes his wallet with his true identity cards under the car seat.)

Youth

(smiles) Officer, I can explain...

Patrolman

You will HAVE to son! Let's see your license, please.

(the boy whips out another wallet and produces a driver's license bearing the name, Emerson Hart, III)

Youth

(steps out of the car holding a fifty dollar bill) Come now, Officer, there must be a quick and easy way of seeing through this little incident - a solution that's profitable for both of us...

Patrolman

(insulted) First speeding, now bribery? I think you better come with me.

(A GROUP OF TEENAGERS, TWO GIRLS AND THREE BOYS, SIT AROUND THE TELEVISION WATCHING THE SIX O'CLOCK NEWS; THE GIRL WHOSE HOUSE THEY ARE AT GETS IMPATIENT...)

Girl

He should've been here twenty minutes ago! What's taking Peggos so long?

1st Boy

He'll be here don't worry.

Girl

He should've have been here twenty minutes ago!

1st Boy

He knows I rented the rink for seven. He'll be here.

2nd Boy

Yeah, well he's got the fucken Porsche and it's MY turn to drive it tonight!

3rd Boy

Is that all you care about, Beans?

Other Girl

I just hope nothing happened to him!

1st Boy

(impatiently) Nothing happened to him - stop all this worrying.

1st Girl

It's almost five (to) seven. (the phone rings, she answers) Hello? ...Peggos!! Where the hell are you? We're worried! ...What? The police station? (turns to the others in the room) He was picked up for speeding - now they don't want to let him go. (returns to phone) Hang tight, Peg, we'll spring you.

THE POLICE STATION: The patrolman and another officer are trying unsuccessfully, to pry information out of Peggos

Peggos

(folding his arms) I'm not saying anything 'til I speak with my attorney. Gentleman, leave me alone!

1st Cop

Listen up, you rotten kid! We're trying to help you, as in keep you out of the slammer? (pause) I got a boy round 'bout your age. If he ever acted like you, I'd beat the shit out of him.

Peggos

Like you beat the shit outta me before?

1st Cop

That was just a lick and a promise. If you don't tell us what we want to know...

Peggos

Threatening me, Lieutenant? (shakes his head from side to side) Very ill advised! I strongly suggest you leave me alone.

1st Cop

Since you made that phone call, (he pokes him in the chest) you've been acting like you stepped off an episode of Kojak! (looks at 2nd cop). This one thinks he can pull strings with the law! Kid, I think you got a lesson to learn.

2nd Cop

That's right! And I say we're just the ones to teach you.

(They rough him up, stifling him when he screams too loud)

(SCENE CHANGES TO ONE OF THE MOWST PRESTIGIOUS LEGAL OFFICES IN N.Y.C. 2 MALE ASSOCIATES, ONE MIDDLE AGED , THE OTHER IN HIS TWENTIES ARE RECEIVING A FAX.

IT READS:

<Son vry afflnt prson dlayd Statn 42, misdmnor chgs. dbl nrml fe depst usl b acc't wthn hr. aftr rls.>

1st Lawyer

Son of a very affluent person delayed at Station 42 on misdemeanors - double normal fee in usual account within hour of release.

2nd Lawyer

One of those again! I don't mind them. They're double the going rate and all it is, is some kid trying to be like his old man and bribe the officials when he gets into hot water.

1st Lawyer

Did you ever think you'd be working for a computer? (shakes his head) They're supposed to be working for us.

2nd Lawyer

The changing world, Harve. I gotta change with the times.

(SCENE OPENS ON TWO GOVERNMENT AGENTS STALKING AN AREA WHERE THEY SUSPECT SOME SORT OF COMPUTER PIRACY IS TAKING PLACE. THE FIVE TEENAGERS ARE COMING OUT OF THE HOUSE...)

1st Agent

Every time those kids leave, the activity on our frequency comes to halt.

2nd Agent

They're no more than sixteen or seventeen - they're probably just tying up the telephone wire or something. You know kids!

1st Agent

I said the same thing to myself, too, and I wasn't gonna mention anything to you, but there's a definite pattern here. For the last two weeks its been the same thing. I think we better give 'em some attention. If we're wrong, we'll buy 'em some burgers or something.

(They watch the teenagers make their way down the street, where they meet up with Walter, the local rubby)

Walter

(slightly intoxicated) Hi ya, Icy and Susan and Val and Beans, and Rawl and ...where's Peggos?

Val

We're meeting him at the rink!

(As they get into a spacey van and drive off, the two agents approach the old rubby)

1st Agent

How's it goin' ol' timer?

(Walter is suspicious of the two well-attired men in the gray van and keeps moving.)

2nd Agent

(following) Hungry?

1st Agent

Thirsty? (flashes a twenty dollar bill) We were just wondering who those kids you were just talking to, are?

Walter

Local kids, -school kids.

2nd Agent

Know them well?

Walter

(eyeing the money) I see 'em around.

1st Agent

They got names?

Walter

They done something wrong?

1st Agent

Wrong? (looks at his partner and winks) We're scouts for the New York Yankees! You never know where you'll find good talent these days! Those boys look like they might be some good prospects and the girls would make some fine cheerleaders. Where did you say they were off to? (holding the bill close to Walter's nose)

Walter

I heard Val say they were going to the rink to meet Peggos...

(Scene picks up on the teenagers' spacey van: the Trek Mobile)

Susan

(putting aside the video game she had been playing) These games loose their appeal after the initial victory.

Val

Here, try mine and I'll take yours for a while. (they trade boards)

Rawl

(turns around from the driver's seat) There's something comin' through the fax.

(Icy moves into the front seat next to Rawl to pick up the electronic mail.)

Icy

It's Emerson! (reads on) Hear this! He's holding a convention in Hawaii for all his computer pals around the world.

Beans

What?

Icy

(calmly) That is correct, a CP convention. Emerson expects us in Hawaii in three weeks.

Val

I don't know about you guys, but I can't just up and leave for Hawaii like that! What the hell am I gonna tell my father?

Icy

You know Emerson. He says leave all details to him!

(Scene changes to Peggos leaving the police station in the company of the two distinguished lawyers)

Older Lawyer

Can I give you a lift somewhere, son?

Peggos

No thanks, I got my own wheels. (points to the Porsche across the street)

(Outside the roller rink, the two federal agents are keeping a watchful eye over the Trek Mobile.)

1st Agent

I'm hungry! What are we eating today? And don't say chili dogs! I'm sick of those god damned ass-burns!

2nd Agent

(watching a pretty young girl pass by) I'm hungry for some of that.

1st Agent

Come on. Lets grab a bite at the deli.

(Inside the roller rink the private party was in full swing. Camera follows a group of girls in their early teens chatting among themselves)

1st Girl

This is far out! Has anyone met the host yet?

2nd Girl

I haven't! I don't even know who he is!

3rd Girl

Neither do I!

4th Girl

Maybe he's a SHE!

5th Girl

Maybe!

1st Girl

(points to a familiar face) Hey look! Isn't that Clive?