Let's bullshyt a screenplay. I'll start it off. Everybody add on(Writing Exercise)
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BlackDiBiase
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all i know is rich boy steve went on a killing spree and took out meagans kenneth, her mom put her on but i dont trust her. the cops are investigating, which leaves the homeless guy to fill us in on whats up.
i will let some other tarantino come through and tie the pieces together. you're dope at dialogue by the way.
DM: (rubs temples in frustration) Mr... Short Stick Rick, I'm not the one for these games at this time. either you tell us what you saw or I'll have officer
Officer 1: Teshkin, detective; Officer Teshkin
DM: yeah; i'll have officer Teshkin arrest you for tampering with a crime scene, obstruction of justice, and assaulting a law enforcement officer
SSR: fukkin' bullshyt! assault with what?
DM: (muttering while turning away) that foul ass stench god damn
OT: Mr. Rick, as officers of the law we-
SSR: blah blah fukkin' blah! look, i'll take a twenty and some easy jesus, ya fukkin' tightwads!
OT: but Mr. Rick, I have to state, as offi-
SSR: off this (makes a move to drop his pants)
DM: (rushes SSR and holds him high by his neck) you can have this thumb and forefinger crushing your windpipe since your bartering isn't working for you. Now tell us what you know or Short Stick becomes Dead dikk
SSR nods in submission and is set down, DM hand comfortably resting on his neck
SSR: (coughs) i should've asked for smokes instead
DM: (pulls out gun and aims point-blank at SSR head) here's a cigar
OT: Detective! This isn't necessary! We can find another way!
DM: Officer Teshkin, one is to always be aware of the surroundings of a scene. details show themselves as fragments of a total story, and SSR here has told more than he expected, and he doesn't even know it
SSR: what? what do you mean?
DM's gun hand slowly motions to the cart of cans and clothes. OT follows that line of sight and instinctively prepares to pull his gun out of the holster. SSR looks toward the door and begins to scream
SSR:
[hopefully this is a strong continuation for yall]
BlackDiBiase
Superstar
SSR: What in the holy hell is...
before SSR can finish his sentence his throat slit in a blur
DM: Oh fukk!
DM begins shooting widely at the motion he saw in SSR’s direction
OT: Sir! What are we shooting at!
DM: I don’t know what the hell that was, but now we can add one dead bum to the numbers..rest in peace you smelly b*stard..
OT: Sir, the shopping cart! I don’t think he was directly involved but Short Stick did know something look at this!
OT pulls an iPhone out of the cart with just enough juice to start the beginning of a video
DM: Get that thing charged immediately OT..move your ass!
time passes DM takes a drag from his cigarette
DM: Jesus. What a fukking day *disgruntled moan*
OT:H-hey, this phone! It has the whole slaughter. Oh my God I’ve never seen anything like this. It’s so violent!
DM: b*stard, never stood a chance. Say who’s phone is that?
OT: It’s a good thing they didn’t have it locked, let me check.
OT looks in shock
It says Me...
A loud crash comes from behind
EXT. DIRTY ALLEY-DUSK
A figure moves through the parked police cars, smashing them as it moves from the Alley to the city street at an otherworldly pace.
DM
What the fukk!?
Both officer open fire in the direction the give chase only to turn the corner to an empty street. Cop cars flood into the scene from the other direction
OT
You've got to be shytting me!
DM's phone rings in his pocket startling him. The caller ID says home.
DM
I want a full sweep of this are and get these bodies cleaned up before the press gets here, I gotta take this.
DM answers the phone while OT meets the other officers.
DM
Helen?
MEAGAN
Dad! Mom said Kenneth is dead and acting weird! She said Steve killed Christine and Hunter! There's cops everywhere.
DM
shyt Meagan, tell your mom I'll be home late tonight. All hells breaking loose over here on the east side. I need you to take control of the situation and look out for your mother until I get back. You know whenever she gets stressed she thinks about her little brother Daryl and what happened to them.
OT and a group of other officers move to approach DM.
DM
I'll call you back, keep your phone charged Megs.
MEAGAN
Okay dad, I can do that.
DM
Alright.
DM hangs up his phone and turns to face the approaching group.
DM
A figure moves through the parked police cars, smashing them as it moves from the Alley to the city street at an otherworldly pace.
DM
What the fukk!?
Both officer open fire in the direction the give chase only to turn the corner to an empty street. Cop cars flood into the scene from the other direction
OT
You've got to be shytting me!
DM's phone rings in his pocket startling him. The caller ID says home.
DM
I want a full sweep of this are and get these bodies cleaned up before the press gets here, I gotta take this.
DM answers the phone while OT meets the other officers.
DM
Helen?
MEAGAN
Dad! Mom said Kenneth is dead and acting weird! She said Steve killed Christine and Hunter! There's cops everywhere.
DM
shyt Meagan, tell your mom I'll be home late tonight. All hells breaking loose over here on the east side. I need you to take control of the situation and look out for your mother until I get back. You know whenever she gets stressed she thinks about her little brother Daryl and what happened to them.
OT and a group of other officers move to approach DM.
DM
I'll call you back, keep your phone charged Megs.
MEAGAN
Okay dad, I can do that.
DM
Alright.
DM hangs up his phone and turns to face the approaching group.
DM
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DM : okay gentlemen, i want you to listen because im not going to shyt twice.
O1 : yes cap
O2 : yes cap.
DM : shut the fukk up ! now this is called operation get daddy.
O2 :
O1 :
the father was drinking ginger ale cola like the ............DM :
short dikk, had a mean set of balls !!O2 :
DM : okay gentlemen, i want you to listen because im not going to shyt twice.
O1 : yes cap
O2 : yes cap.
DM : shut the fukk up ! now this is called operation get daddy.
O2 :
O1 :
DM :
O2 :
EXT DIRTY ALLEY
DM
And he smells like eight dead skunks managed to somehow have an orgy post mortem.
DM motions to one of the new officers.
DM
Officer.....
01
Minelli, I just joined homicide, from the Colts detail.
DM
Okay Officer Minelli you are with me. Teshkin, I need you and this other officer to handle clean up then get in touch with T-bone. Call me when you get more info.
OT
Hey that's bullshyt, I should be with you gaining info!
DM
You should do what you are told...Officer.
OT
You're the boss.
OT and the officer walk away. OT is visibly frustrated. OM and DM walk to his 2020 dodge challenger with a visible dent in the side.
OM
Wtf, you guys get sideswiped by a school bus?
DM
Yeah, I'll call Maaco in the morning.
The officers sit in the car and officer DM let's out a sigh. He reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a vape and takes a long pull and exhales the smoke.
DM
Officer Minelli, do you believe in demons?
OM
*chuckles* I mean, I went to catholic school.
DM laughs and shakes his head.
OM
I'm not gonna doubt my skills, but why am I with you on this and not your partner?
DM
Well, sadly, our recently deceased homeless friend happened to have a phone with officer Teshkins name in it.
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EXT DIRTY ALLEY
DM
And he smells like eight dead skunks managed to somehow have an orgy post mortem.
DM motions to one of the new officers.
DM
Officer.....
01
Minelli, I just joined homicide, from the Colts detail.
DM
Okay Officer Minelli you are with me. Teshkin, I need you and this other officer to handle clean up then get in touch with T-bone. Call me when you get more info.
OT
Hey that's bullshyt, I should be with you gaining info!
DM
You should do what you are told...Officer.
OT
You're the boss.
OT and the officer walk away. OT is visibly frustrated. OM and DM walk to his 2020 dodge challenger with a visible dent in the side.
OM
Wtf, you guys get sideswiped by a school bus?
DM
Yeah, I'll call Maaco in the morning.
The officers sit in the car and officer DM let's out a sigh. He reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a vape and takes a long pull and exhales the smoke.
DM
Officer Minelli, do you believe in demons?
OM
*chuckles* I mean, I went to catholic school.
DM laughs and shakes his head.
OM
I'm not gonna doubt my skills, but why am I with you on this and not your partner?
DM
Well, sadly, our recently deceased homeless friend happened to have a phone with officer Teshkins name in it.
*officer minelli - and detective - enter seedy dive bar by the train station for an inspection on matters*
OM : you know i havent had the chance to thank your department for the referral.
DM : you can thank me later, i need you to concentrate your gratitude in showing restraint for the sorry piece of shyt we about to see.
OM : who !?
DM : Mr. Hawk Bershanks, the proprietor of this shat house but a dear confidant none the less, seems with these hard rains cometh. we need all the aid at are dispose.
OM : (*accidently-nudge-pool-player*) excuse me my man.
PP : hey fukk you my man, moricono.
OM : (*flashes badge*)
PP : i fukked up, thats not on you good officer of the God damn law.
DM : are we done with the play pen ?
OM : yes captain, im sorry. so Mr.Bershanks is an informant ?
DM : (*knocks door*) ............ one of the best.
OM : (*phone-rings*) its from the precint, a 411.
DM : well answer it minelli, or would you rather sing for the rest of the day.
OM :
DM : (*opens Mr.Bershanks door - to find a half-dead in pain Mr.Bershanks*)
MB : aaarrrrghhhh ! they just left, they just left !
DM (*pulls out gun*) who !?
OM : (*points gun at the back of DM*) ................. us.
DM : (*silent*)
OM : (*locks DM with MB in seedy bar office - and heads to the train station*)
MB : you got a light ?
DM : you need an ambulance !!!
MB : Id prefer a light right now, detective.
DM : (*shocked-silent*) .......... you got a landline here to call out ?
MB : there by the fridge, and pour me a drink pal. im dying for christ sakes !
DM : (*opens fridge to see the head of a dead corpse*) ........ who is this !?
MB : i think fido dido, you know the 7-up guy. man pass me my fukking drink !!
DM : whose head is this !? ....................
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