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Electra Glide In Blue

Posted by Job O Brother, April 16, 2007 10:11pm | Post a Comment
               INT. POLICE HEADQUARTERS - EVENING

               Phones ring and the office bustles with activity.

               An OFFICER taps out six Advil into his palm and swallows them
               with an energy drink. He is exhausted.

               In his office is CAPTAIN RODIN, intensively studying some
               reports.

               LIEUTENANT REDDY knocks on the Captain's door. He holds up a
               bag of baked goods and smiles.

               The Captain smiles wearily.

               Lieutenant Reddy sets the bag on the desk, leaves, then
               returns with two tall coffees which he sets next to the bag
               of pastries; closes the office door behind him and sits down.

               The Captain smiles faintly as Lieutenant removes two
               croissants, one chocolate, one plain, and sets them neatly on
               the bag.

The Best Years of Our Lives

Posted by Job O Brother, April 14, 2007 08:44pm | Post a Comment

               EXT. GRAUMAN'S CHINESE THEATRE - NIGHT

               JOB, (early 30's) and his boyfriend COREY (late 20's), exit
               the theatre amidst the late-night crowds of tourists, all
               looking downward at the celebrity-made prints in the sidewalk
               panels.

               The marquee behind them reads "GRINDHOUSE".

                                   COREY
                         You like it?

               Job nods.

               Beat.

                                   JOB
                         Very much.

                                   COREY
                             (chuckles)
                         You're glowing!

A Tree Grows In Brooklyn

Posted by Job O Brother, April 13, 2007 11:56pm | Post a Comment

               INT. JOB'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

               JOB, (early 30's) pours boiling water from an electric kettle
               into an heirloom mug.

               His black cat, FANGS, races around the room, batting and
               pouncing on a toy mouse.

               Job carefully prepares a perfect cup of tea, then brings it
               to his desk, where he sits in an antique, red leather chair.

               He faces his computer. He brings up Final Draft.

               He takes a moment to consider what to write.

               From behind him, a voice speaks...

                                   ANGEL
                         I know what you're gonna write
                         about.

The Jungle Book

Posted by Job O Brother, April 12, 2007 10:34am | Post a Comment

               INT. JOB'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

               JOB, (early 30's) sits at his desk. A BLACK CAT is curled in
               his lap.

               He's listening to music on shuffle; a new song playing every
               few minutes or so. Currently playing is an early song by
               Front 242 from their album "Geography", located in the
               Gothic/Industrial section of Amoeba Music.

               He's typing out his latest blog, in screenplay format.

               In the time it takes him to describe the music that's
               playing, it switches to a track from Clinic's latest effort,
               "Visitations"; an album he is still exploring and enjoying,
               though it doesn't immediately rock his world like their
               impish, catchy and pithy album "Walking With Thee", located
               in the Rock/Pop section of Amoeba Music; an album which
               samples one of his heroes, Laurie Anderson, also found in
               that section.

Shanghai Surprise

Posted by Job O Brother, April 10, 2007 11:03am | Post a Comment

               EXT. SUNSET BLVD. - DAY

               JOB, (early 30's) wearing jeans and a T-shirt reading
               "World's Best Grandpa", walks down the bustling street.

               Everyone he passes is talking on a cell phone.

               His phone starts ringing.

               He fishes it out of his back pocket.

                                   JOB
                         Hello?

                                   VOICE (V.O.)
                         Spare some change?

                                   JOB
                         What?

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