writing dude
08-24-2003, 09:02 AM
I'm looking for someone out there who would be kind enough to tell me how this should have been written. It was one of the first scenes I ever wrote and I couldn't bring myslef to change it but would like it to be in the proper format and such.
Int. Hotel - Penthouse Suite - Day
Top floor of the hotel with it's own private elevator. This room is huge and luxurious, the most spectacular suite in the entire hotel. It's the very room that I'll be staying in if this movie is a success.
Emil looks dressed for Sunday mass in an expensive cream suit and Italian leather shoes, somewhat nervous as he waits in anticipation to finish a deal. He's of Russian decent but has been Americanized. Though he looks to be foreign an accent is non-existent. Emil has the stature of the Pillsbury Doughboy but still carries a no-nonsense look in his eyes.
Wherever Emil goes he takes a half dozen bodyguards carrying automatics with him. At the moment they have formed a ring around the room. They dress in black suits with black ties and polished black shoes.
On the coffee table is an opened metal briefcase. It's facing Emil who is sitting on the couch and it's contents are 100% pure, uncut American cocaine. A pistol is rested right next to the coke ready for action.
Emil
You know, I pay you guys through the nose and all you do is make me nervous.
All eyes now on the elevator doors as the numbers over it read 2...3...4...5...6...
Emil looks above the doors in anticipation.
The numbers now read 10...11...12...13...14...15...16...17...18...19... 20...21...
The bodyguards view above, their faces appear to be dead.
The numbers now read 29...30...31...32...33...34...35...36...37...38... 39...40
In an instant the doors are opened. Carlos walks straight through the doors, in a black T-shirt, suit jacket, jeans, boots and carrying a metal briefcase... He's mid thirties, well built with a tough edge and a hint of violence underneath his skin.
The bodyguards are very unimpressed. One walks straight up to Carlos with his automatic strapped over his shoulder and a metal detector in hand. He scans Carlos and stops at his briefcase with an intimadating look.
Carlos
You need that to tell that the briefcase is metal.
The guard is annoyed but still manages to give Carlos a smirk. Carlos walks on and sits in a chair across from Emil. He leaves his briefcase at the side of the chair. Carlos pauses...
Carlos
The hospitable thing to do would be to offer me a drink.
Emil
Let's put business before pleasure, huh.
Carlos
Fair enough.
Emil
Lets see what you brought?
Carlos
No, no, no. You first.
Emil
Okay.
Emil turns the briefcase so that it's facing Carlos. He's stunned but tries his best not to show it.
Carlos
Damn! That's nice.
Emil
Are you gonna check it?
Carlos
No need.
Carlos puts the case on the table, opens the case, pulls out a large shiny gun, dead aim on Emil. He then ducks.
Instantly, in the background, SHOOTERS carrying mp5's advance on Carlos.
Carlos spins as his pistol blows THUNDER, wasting two shooters to the floor. He grabs the briefcase, flips the coffee table over and drops behind it-- more shooters converge BELTING bullets.
Carlos comes up BLASTING, so fast, two guns gripped, SPITING double fire, blood erupting as three more CRASH to the floor.
Dead silence as the little smoke from the guns clears.
Emil (O.S.)
Put them mothafuckers' down!
He presses a sawed off double-barreled shotgun to Carlo's head.
Carlos
Be cool.
Carlos drops the guns to the floor.
Emil
I found this toy in your briefcase. Parties over - it's time to die.
With blinding speed, Carlos sidesteps, elbow slaps Emil in the temple, snatches and spins the shotgun, two barrels aimed --
Carlos
Who sent me?
Emil shakes.
Emil
What you mean --
Carlos
I'm gonna count to zero --
Emil eyes widen.
Emil
No don't shoot, don't shoot! I'll tell you! Just don't @#%$'n kill me man!
Suddenly, a man EXPLODES out of nowhere, gun FIRING.
Carlos ducks, comes up and BLAST the shooter across the room.
No movement, dead calm.
Carlos leans down, grabs the bartender, pulls him up, there's a hole in his head.
Carlos
@#%$!
Thx in advance!:evil
Int. Hotel - Penthouse Suite - Day
Top floor of the hotel with it's own private elevator. This room is huge and luxurious, the most spectacular suite in the entire hotel. It's the very room that I'll be staying in if this movie is a success.
Emil looks dressed for Sunday mass in an expensive cream suit and Italian leather shoes, somewhat nervous as he waits in anticipation to finish a deal. He's of Russian decent but has been Americanized. Though he looks to be foreign an accent is non-existent. Emil has the stature of the Pillsbury Doughboy but still carries a no-nonsense look in his eyes.
Wherever Emil goes he takes a half dozen bodyguards carrying automatics with him. At the moment they have formed a ring around the room. They dress in black suits with black ties and polished black shoes.
On the coffee table is an opened metal briefcase. It's facing Emil who is sitting on the couch and it's contents are 100% pure, uncut American cocaine. A pistol is rested right next to the coke ready for action.
Emil
You know, I pay you guys through the nose and all you do is make me nervous.
All eyes now on the elevator doors as the numbers over it read 2...3...4...5...6...
Emil looks above the doors in anticipation.
The numbers now read 10...11...12...13...14...15...16...17...18...19... 20...21...
The bodyguards view above, their faces appear to be dead.
The numbers now read 29...30...31...32...33...34...35...36...37...38... 39...40
In an instant the doors are opened. Carlos walks straight through the doors, in a black T-shirt, suit jacket, jeans, boots and carrying a metal briefcase... He's mid thirties, well built with a tough edge and a hint of violence underneath his skin.
The bodyguards are very unimpressed. One walks straight up to Carlos with his automatic strapped over his shoulder and a metal detector in hand. He scans Carlos and stops at his briefcase with an intimadating look.
Carlos
You need that to tell that the briefcase is metal.
The guard is annoyed but still manages to give Carlos a smirk. Carlos walks on and sits in a chair across from Emil. He leaves his briefcase at the side of the chair. Carlos pauses...
Carlos
The hospitable thing to do would be to offer me a drink.
Emil
Let's put business before pleasure, huh.
Carlos
Fair enough.
Emil
Lets see what you brought?
Carlos
No, no, no. You first.
Emil
Okay.
Emil turns the briefcase so that it's facing Carlos. He's stunned but tries his best not to show it.
Carlos
Damn! That's nice.
Emil
Are you gonna check it?
Carlos
No need.
Carlos puts the case on the table, opens the case, pulls out a large shiny gun, dead aim on Emil. He then ducks.
Instantly, in the background, SHOOTERS carrying mp5's advance on Carlos.
Carlos spins as his pistol blows THUNDER, wasting two shooters to the floor. He grabs the briefcase, flips the coffee table over and drops behind it-- more shooters converge BELTING bullets.
Carlos comes up BLASTING, so fast, two guns gripped, SPITING double fire, blood erupting as three more CRASH to the floor.
Dead silence as the little smoke from the guns clears.
Emil (O.S.)
Put them mothafuckers' down!
He presses a sawed off double-barreled shotgun to Carlo's head.
Carlos
Be cool.
Carlos drops the guns to the floor.
Emil
I found this toy in your briefcase. Parties over - it's time to die.
With blinding speed, Carlos sidesteps, elbow slaps Emil in the temple, snatches and spins the shotgun, two barrels aimed --
Carlos
Who sent me?
Emil shakes.
Emil
What you mean --
Carlos
I'm gonna count to zero --
Emil eyes widen.
Emil
No don't shoot, don't shoot! I'll tell you! Just don't @#%$'n kill me man!
Suddenly, a man EXPLODES out of nowhere, gun FIRING.
Carlos ducks, comes up and BLAST the shooter across the room.
No movement, dead calm.
Carlos leans down, grabs the bartender, pulls him up, there's a hole in his head.
Carlos
@#%$!
Thx in advance!:evil