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Subject: Re: Alternate Screenplay: DIMINISHED SKILLS Author: B Otch [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 05:50:29 01/06/05 Thu In reply to: K 's message, "Alternate Screenplay: DIMINISHED SKILLS" on 21:23:38 01/03/05 Mon INT. Portable bathroom DONNIE is sitting on the toilet. He lays a clipboard on his lap and smooths the surface facing him. He digs out a small cylindrical container from his right pants pocket. It was cocaine. He is sweating profusely now, battling himself internally whether or not to do it. He knows he's been so good quitting cold turkey. DONNIE (to Himself) Fuck it. CUT TO: [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> [> Subject: Re: Alternate Screenplay: DIMINISHED SKILLS Author: K [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 15:36:55 01/14/05 Fri INT. Portable bathroom (cont'd) Donnie leans over to snort his cocaine when he suddenly hears the sound of a drill gun. He looks up from his powder and notices a series of screws beginnning to penetrate the side of the portable bathroom door. DONNIE (to himself) Uh-oh. Not wanting to get caught with the drugs, Donnie momentarily stays quiet until he can figure out what's happening. When the screws have finally stopped appearing, Donnie quietly tries to open the door. The door has been drilled shut. Donnie is trapped. Donnie begins to panic. DONNIE Hello??? Suddenly the portable bathroom is jolted and Donnie feels as though he is being elevated. He looks outside through the ventilation grill holes and sees that he is being lifted onto a portable bathroom delivery truck. DONNIE Oh shiiittt! No, no, no! Through the lifting process, Donnie is getting splashed with blue droplets coming up from the toilet. His white dress shirt is becoming a mess. As Donnie struggles to free himself from his toilet-prison, he drops his vile of cocaine into the abyss. DONNIE Noooooooooooo!!!!!!!! CUT TO: INT. Truck Cabin. Tiny is at the wheel and chomping on a cigar. He revs the engine and puts the truck into gear. He hears the faint sound of Donnie's cry and begins laughing as he drives off the construction grounds. CUT TO: INT. Portable Bathroom - Moments later. Donnie is sitting down now. He has his cell phone out and is scrolling through the phone numbers. DONNIE C'mon, where the hell is his number?? CUT TO: EXT. Portable Bathroom Storage Yard - Hours later. Jake is attempting to pry the door off of a portable bathroom. JAKE (grinning) Hey Donnie, this is the last time I help you escape from a port-a-pottie - okay? It's getting old, my friend. DONNIE (VO) Just shut up and get me out of here! It really smells man!!! Jake pries off the last of the screws and the door pops open. Donnie is standing inside, dripping with blue liquid - and basically looks ridiculous. Jake blankly stares at him. JAKE You fart? CUT TO: [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> Subject: Re: Alternate Screenplay: DIMINISHED SKILLS Author: K [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 16:43:05 01/14/05 Fri INT. Architecture Office Building - Afternoon Old Man Vickers is nosily walking up and down the vast aisles of the his architecture firm around a sea of small cubicles. He barks out orders every now and then to his workers. OLD MAN VICKERS Johnson - draw faster! ... You call that a wall detail Smith? Where are the key notes? ... Perkins, I told you I wanted more wide flanges dammit!!! ... C'mon people I demand productivity!!! Each worker looks nervous and scared as Old Man Vickers passes by them. Old Man Vickers turns to another aisle and stops cold. He raises one eyebrow. There is an extremely messy but empty cubicle in front of him, the desktop computer is not turned on. He looks to a nearby wall clock and sees the time is 3:17pm. OLD MAN VICKERS (furious) Donnie!!!!!! CUT TO: [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> Subject: Re: Alternate Screenplay: DIMINISHED SKILLS Author: K [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 17:19:10 01/14/05 Fri EXT. Suburban Townhouse Driveway - 3:17pm Donnie and Jake are pulling into Donnie's driveway in Jake's truck. At the next driveway over, two women are washing a nice sports car. They are scantily dressed, of course. JAKE Look at the asses on those girls Don! You have to be the luckiest sonuvabitch to have neighbors like that. DONNIE (staring) Yes ... they are. JAKE Huh? That doesn't even make sense. DONNIE What? Jake laughs at Donnie's distraction. JAKE Hey Don, it's too bad you're with Kate, otherwise I'd bet they'd totally party with you. DONNIE True dat, brudda ...(sighs)... Look Jake, I appreciate you bailing me out back there. JAKE Yeah, you owe me big time fool. You know we're already on Vicker's shit-list! DONNIE Fuck Vickers man, he's a novice. He's nothing. JAKE He's our boss. He writes our checks. DONNIE Fuck him Jake - there are bigger and better things on the horizon. Donnie gets out of the car. JAKE Whaddya mean? DONNIE Oh, I've got a little something up my sleeve. JAKE Da hell you talkin' about? Donnie looks over to his sexy neighbors and smiles. DONNIE Afternoon ladies. The ladies are Sara and Leia. That look at him with great disgust. Donnie is still a filthy mess from his portable bathroom incident. He smiles at them revealing his blue teeth. JAKE Dude, you are such a creep. DONNIE Thanks for the lift Jake! See ya at the office! Bye-bye now!!! Donnie slams the truck door and walks to his front door. Jake looks towards Sara and Leia and rolls down the passenger side window. JAKE Hey honey, would you mind hosing him off please? Sara smiles, but Leia looks annoyed. Donnie has already gone inside his house. Jake continues to stare at the women waiting for a reply. Leia grabs the hose out of Sara's hand and sprays water though the window into Jake's truck. JAKE Ahhh, bitch!!! CUT TO: [ Post a Reply to This Message ]