"Good Luck" Final Draft

Ext. Buffalo, New york. - Night

There are various shots of a run down Buffalo, including empty machinery shops, bars and restaurants. The narrator talks throughout the shots.

NARRATOR (V.O.)

The cold streets of Buffalo, New York. This is not an easy place to live, and its definitely not an easy place to win. On this dark January night, one man is taught that life is not always fair, but  sometimes… well sometimes life’s all good.

INT. Boxing Hallway - NIGHT

You hear a boxing match going on and a small inebriated crowd. DREW, Franks best friend and trainer, knocks on the door. Drew looks older than his age, around 40, with gray hair and a scruffy beard.

INT. Changing room - Night

Drew walks into the changing room. The lights are all out,  but he hears the sound of the shower running and the smell of nicotine in the air. 

DREW

 Frank you here?

Drew looks into the dark and sees the bright light of an Electronic Cigarette lighting up. Drew turns on the lights and sees several mini vodka bottles on floor, with Frank leaning against the shower wall. He has a white gym towel clinging on to his hips.

DREW

The fuck you doing Frank? You got a match in 20 minutes. Frank! Get out of the damn shower.

Frank doesn’t respond. After a long pause without Drew or Frank saying anything, Frank’s towel slips off. 

Int. Boxing Audience - Night

We see SUSAN, an attractive, busty 40 year old. She is sitting with SAM, a balding, overly tan, 50 year old.

Sam

Why are we still coming to these damn things. Last time we came, Frank was shit faced and got knocked out in the first round.

SUSAN

That was the last fight. Besides, he told me he’s been training for the past two months. Look, it all worked out in the end. Frank’s incompetence and lack of credit brought me and you together.

Susan, with her eyes wide, turns to the ring and looks as though she hates her marriage and Sam.

Sam

Susan, that was 15 years ago. He's just as much of an jackass  as he is now. You’re lucky you met me.

Susan turns her head towards Sam.

Susan

Sam, just shut the fuck up and eat your popcorn. 

Susan turns her head back to the ring. Sam sits there and looks around, then begins eating his popcorn. 

INT. CHANGING ROOM - NIGHT

Drew is taping Frank’s Gloves as Frank continues to smoke his E-Cigarette.

Drew

This was it Frank. This was your last shot. And you know what? I’m glad you’re fucking this all up. Can’t keep watching you get your ass kicked every fight.

Frank looks at Drew with annoyance on his face.

Frank

Just tape me up.

DREW

And those damn E-Cigarettes!

Drew yanks the E-Cigarette from Franks mouth and throws it on the ground.

Frank

Hey God Damn it. That was my last Cartridge.

Drew

You might as well be smoking the real things. Now pay attention, look for his hooks and he has a quick jab.

Drew finish’s putting the boxing gloves on Frank. Frank continues to look at Drew with annoyance.

DREW

You got all that Frank?

After a short pause, Frank responds.

Frank

I got to take a piss.

INT. BOXING ring - NIGHT

The last match has ended and the local strip club DJ announces the next match. With an over the top radio DJ voice he begins talking.

Announcer

Thanks everybody for sticking around. We got a great one for those night owls out there. You all know him, and you all fear him. Ladies and gentlemen, Jose “The Bull" Cortez!

Jose comes out of the drapes and begins walking to ring. His Mexican fight song playing along the way. Jose is Latin, in his early 20’s, and is in great shape. He has tattoos all over his body, including his head and face.

INT. BOXING AUDIENCE - NIGHT

Sam

Jesus! That kid is going to kick the shit out of Frank.

Susan looks nervous and begins biting her nails.

INT. BOXING entrance - NIGHT

Frank and Drew are waiting to get introduced. You can hear the Announcer telling the audience Jose's weight and height.

Frank

Who the fuck did you set me up against? That kids got 40 pounds on me. You trying to kill me?

DREW

   (quietly)

Don’t worry, you’re doing that yourself.

Drew is waiting for Frank’s reaction. Frank is looking straight ahead; daydreaming.

Frank

What?

INT. BOXING ring - NIGHT

ANNOUNCER

Ladies and germs, Frank “The Rock” Lewis!

Franks song begins playing.

INT. BOXING ENTRANCE - NIGHT

DREW

You got this Frank. Now get out there and kick some ass.

Frank

(despondent)

Yeah, whatever.

Frank puts on his mouthpiece and begins walking towards the ring. The camera begins to slowly Fade Out as Frank walks closer to the ring.

FADE OUT

FADE IN

EXT. Buffalo, New york Streets - night

We see Frank walking out of a bar. He has a limp and looks beat up. He has clearly lost the fight and is highly intoxicated. There are various shots of Frank as he continues to stumble down the Buffalo streets. The snow has cleared up and the mourning is about to start.  Frank eventually walks to a gas station.

ext.  gas station - night

We see the back side of an employee, she is smoking a cigarette and is skinny. She turns around and looks as though she is in her 40’s, with red hair. Also, when she turns around you notice she's pregnant. Franks walks through the entrance without seeming to notice or care.  

INt GAs station - Night

Frank walks into the gas station and begins to pick up various items. Frank walks up to the CASHIER, who was the pregnant employee smoking outside. 

Cashier

(chewing gum)

That it?

Frank

Pack of Camels and some of those vodka bottles.

The Cashier notices Franks bruises and cuts as she gets the vodka bottles.

CASHIER

Rough night?

Frank looks up at the cashier.

Frank

Rough life? Get one of those Bingo scratch offs too.

Frank hands the Cashier money and begins scratching off the ticket.

Frank starts scratching off numbers on the bingo chart. He picks the usual numbers 1, 4, 68, 21, 89. In order for him to win, he  needs to get 5 out of 5 numbers right. Frank picks a number, Its a 1. He picks another, 4. Frank begins to panic, you see his eyes getting wide. Far right, 68. Middle left, 21. Frank finally scratches off the last number, 89.

FRANK

(shocked)

I fucking won lady.

CASHIER

Bullshit. 

Frank hands her the ticket. She looks shocked as well. We see frank still in shock. Frank looks up at the pregnant cashier and begins to open his cigarette package.

FRANK

Cig on me baby doll.

Frank looks up at the cashier. The cashier smiles and plays with her hair.

Int. Franks apartment - Night

Frank is in a good mood and is waiting for Susan to come over. The door knocks.

FRANK

Hey.

Frank opens the door and limps back over to his couch.

Susan

Terrible fight wasn’t it?

FRANK

You could say that.

Susan sits down next to Frank on the couch.

Susan

Look I have something I should of told you a long time ago.

FRANK

(interrupting)

I won $250,000.

Susan

What?

FRANK

Yeah, $250,000. I’m going to leave this shit place and go to Vegas. Without saying a word, just get the money and leave. I have everything I’ve ever wanted.

Frank holds up the Bingo scratch off.

FRANK

On this little piece of paper, I’ve found my destiny.

Susan

Frank, Ben’s not your kid.

FRANK

What?

Susan.

(crying)

I’m so sorry Frank. Just after seeing you get beat up so bad, I didn’t know how long you would be around, you know?

FRANK

Are you serious right now?

SUSAN

You know when I went to Mexico with Don for a month?

FRANK

Yeah. I thought he was gay.

SUSAN

It’s just, the more Ben got older the more, Mexican he got.

FRANK

Holy shit. You are totally not fucking with me right now.

SUSAN

(Crying)

Frank, please. I’m so sorry. 

FRANK

Jesus Christ. (short pause) He did grow that mustache early.

Frank open’s a mini vodka bottle and chugs it. He then looks up at Susan like he has something to say. After a short pause, he opens another bottle and drinks it.

FRANK

(depressingly)

I’ll talk to him on my way to Vegas. Tell him the good news.

SUSAN

That you won $250,000?

FRANK

That at least one of us isn’t his parent.

Susan sits down next to Frank and opens one of the vodka bottles and drinks it. They both are looking forward with no emotion on their faces.

INT. FRANKS APARTMENT - day

The alarm is going off. Frank wakes up and shuts it off. He is hungover and walks out of the room. Franks gets some eggs and bacon out of the fridge and turns the stove on. As Frank cracks the eggs, he looks up and sees Susan.

FRANK

You got to be shitting me. I got to stop drinking.

SUSAN

You’re telling me.

FRANK

We’ll since you’re here, you want some breakfast?

SUSAN

Yeah, thanks. Look Frank, I just want you to know how much I appreciate you doing so we’ll with the news and everything.

FRANK

I don’t even remember raising the little bastard. Scrambled or over easy?

SUSAN

Scrambled. What are you going to say to Ben when you go see him?

FRANK

I don’t know right now. Might just go on a cruise or something, clear my mind of all this shit. Maybe go to Europe, or drive my motorcycle down the South American coast. Actually, I’ve always wanted to go to Mexico and swim with sharks.

SUSAN

Frank, you bought a ticket last night to Salt Lake. Your plane leaves in like 6 hours.

FRANK

Fucking vodka.

SUSAN

You think?

FRANK

(frustrated)

We’ll, looks like the bacon's burnt to shit.

Frank picks up pan and dumps it in the trash.

Frank

How about you just go to that McDonald’s on the way. Be a bit easier for both of us. 

Susan, clearly upset, walks over the the living room and picks up her things. She walks back over to the kitchen and pulls out the plane ticket from the printer and puts it on the table.

Susan

Don’t get to shit faced and forget this too.

Susan walks out of the apartment. Frank stands there stoic.

Int. airport bar - day

Frank is sitting down at the airport bar. He has a whiskey and dark sunglasses on.

Airport announcer

Southwest flight 41 now boarding. Southwest flight 41 now boarding.

int. airport bathroom - day

Frank finishes his whiskey and walks over to the bathroom. He goes into a bathroom stall and starts crushing a pill on the toilet. He crushes it and snorts it.

Int. Airplane entrance - day

Frank slowly walks up the the airplane entrance, gives his ticket and boards the plane.

EXt. Ben’s apt - night

A cab pulls up to an apartment complex. Frank looks up and see’s Ben’s light on in this apartment. He gets out and pays the cabbie. He starts to call Ben as he walks through the entrance.

Int Ben’s apart - night

Ben has made some coffee and is bringing Frank a cup. Ben is in his early 20’s with brown hair and eyes, with a short mustache and tan skin. Overtly half Mexican. 

Ben

Here you go dad.

FRANK

Thanks…Ben.

Frank almost says son then says “Ben” and looks at Ben to see his reaction. Ben doesn’t give one.

Ben

Thanks for coming to see me dad. Didn’t expect it, but its always good to see you.

Franks

How’s school going?

Ben

Really well actually. Got my mid-terms back today, I got all A’s and B’s.


Frank acknowledges the comment, but looks frustrated how he didn’t notice the signs before. The sound begins to get foggy, the conversation keeps going but its hard to understand. The camera is coming in and out of focus as it shows close ups of his brown eyes, beard, chizzeld chin, and slight accent as he talks. Frank can’t handle it anymore.

FRANK

Have you talked to your mom lately?

Ben

Yeah, she told me about your fight and how you were coming to visit tonight. Why? Did Aunt Carol over dose again?

FRANK

No, nothing is wrong. Carol is still alive. Your mom’s fine, everyone is doing great.

Ben

Cool, tell all of them I love them when you go back.

FRANK

Yeah, yeah i will. Look Ben, I think, I think you need to know something.

Ben

Uncle Bob over dosed?

FRANK

No, no one has over dosed… lately at least. Look Ben, you ever notice how you and me really never, how do I say this, connected?

Ben

Yeah; actually in therapy for it.

FRANK

Really?

Ben shakes his head ‘yes’.

FRANK

Jesus, all right then. You don’t have to pay anymore money to that shrink. The reason you have wonderfully tan skin, fucking gorgeous brown eyes, a fantastically chizzeld chin, and A’s and B’s on your report card is…I’m not your father. Your mom cheating on me and slept with some Mexican in a shack. Which is cool though, I mean, you are here because of it.

There is a long pause of silence. Both are looking at each other for reactions.

Ben

You fucking kidding me Dad?

FRANK

Frank. You can call me Frank from now on. Frank, not Dad.

There is another short pause.

FRANK

Cool if I use the bathroom real quick?

Ben

Get the fuck out.

FRANK

What?

Ben

Get the fuck out…Da…Frank!

Frank looks at Ben but can’t muster anything to say. Frank walks out of the apartment awkwardly slow. Ben sits there, trying to take in what jut happened.

EXT. Ben’s building - NIGHT

Frank walks out of the apartment and lights up a cigarette. He looks up at the light in Ben’s apartment then gets into the cab.

Cabbie

Where too?

FRANK

Mesquite.

Cabbie

That’s going to cost you a pretty penny.

FRANK

It already has

The cab drives away.

int. cab back seat - day

Cabbie

Were here. You owe me…

FRANK

(interrupting)

I know a pretty penny.

Cabbie

$500 to be exact.

Frank reaches into his pockets and pulls out a roll of money and counts out 100 bills.

FRANK

There you go. Keep the change.

Cabbie

Usually people with that much money go to Vegas.

Frank gets out of the cab and grabs his suitcase and walks to the entrance of the casino.

Int. Susan’s house - day

Susan is sitting down eating breakfast with Sam.

Sam

Can’t believe you left telling your son to Frank. I’m just guessing here, but I don’t think it went so well.

SUSAN

I know. I should of just told Ben myself. On the bright side I haven’t got a call from Ben or Frank yet. Maybe he spent the night and hasn’t even told him about it.

Sam

Wouldn’t surprise me if he didn’t even go to Salt Lake. Probably in a Vegas strip club, doing his best Charlie Sheen impression.

The home phone begins to ring. Susan gets up and runs to the phone.

Susan

Ben, how are you baby? I know, I know, I’m so sorry. I should of told you myself. Ben, Ben!

Susan realizes Ben has hung up. She begins to panic.

Sam

Told you.

SUSAN

Shut the fuck up Sam! Get me my purse. I got to go to Salt Lake.

Sam sits there, trying his best to finish his food before getting up.

SUSAN

Now! You fat, four-eyed fuck!

Sam gets up quickly and get the purse. Susan stands there panicked.

Int. mesquite Casino bar - night

Frank is smoking a cigarette and is sitting at the casino bar, playing games on the machine. Harold the bartender is also there, he is a hippie looking man in his 50’s with long gray hair and beard.

HAROLD

Where you from?

FRANK

Buffalo.

HAROLD

Buffalo?! Don’t get many of them everyday.

FRANK

Probably a good thing. Awful people. The weather is shit, everyone is just fucking depressed. For good reason too.

HAROLD

What reason would that be?

FRANK

How about learning your kid isn’t yours, 18 years after the fact. Being completely out of shape and not being able to win a fight.

HAROLD

That does sound pretty damn shitty.

FRANK

But…

Frank looks at the Bartenders name tag.

FRANK

Harold, how about winning $250,000 on a god damn scratch off.

HAROLD

Really? I’ve always wanted to win a lottery, or large amounts of monies, man. You think working in a casino would help you out, but nah, just dying slowly like all these other old fucks.

Frank

There is a lot of old fuckers here, huh?

Frank looks up at the Bartender.

Frank

No offense.

HAROLD

None taken.  

In the background you see the band setting up. People are flocking to the bar to get good seats.

FRANK

These guys must be pretty good.

Harold

The best, man. I can’t believe they aren’t selling millions right now. Especially the singer. She can belt out a tune. Not bad on the eyes either.

FRANK

(sarcastic)

Really? The Beyonce of the middle of the fucking desert? Bet she’s a looker.


Frank winks at Harold.

HAROLD

She’s something, man. In fact, why don’t you take a look.

Harold points over to the band, they are getting ready to sing. Frank is immediately attracted to the lead singer, JAZMIN. She is a beautiful black woman, who has a short red dress on, in her early 30’s, with long black hair and red lips.

FRANK

You weren’t joking. She’s not too bad on the eyes at all.

HAROLD

Might want to stay away my friend. Her manager is something of a micro-manager.

FRANK

Here you go. 

Frank doesn’t seem to hear or care about what Harold said. He puts some money on the table and walks towards the band. 

Int. Casino backstage - Night

Jazmin is getting ready. Drinking some water and doing singing drills. A man walks up to her. Its her band manager, TEDDY, he is a giant black man, 6’6, 300LBS with a long blond beard and a bald head. There are also two other band members back stage.

Teddy walks over to Jazmin.

Teddy

You look amazing.

Teddy touches Jazmin cheek. Jazmin looks uncomfortable as he strokes her cheek.

JAZMIn

Thanks Ted.

Teddy

Been awhile since I’ve been over to your house. Been making this big teddy bear sad.

Teddy grabs his genitals.

Jazmin

Funny, I’ve never been happier not seeing your fat ugly face.

Teddy pushes Jazmin closer to her. Other band members are watching.

Teddy

Don’t go out there and give me another bullshit performance. I’ll fucking make you a ho like your mom was. I would let everyone in this casino fuck you to make me money. You are nothing without me. Just remember that Jazz.

Teddy releases Jazmin from his grip. Other members act as though they didn’t see that.

TEDDY

(angrily)

The fuck you fools looking at? Get your shit and make me some money. 

Jazmin walks away from Teddy and goes to the main stage. Teddy wipes his mouth and walks to the backstage.

INt. Casino stage - night

The curtains are closed and Frank is sitting down ordering a drink. You here to band to start playing a song.

The curtains open and Jazmin begins singing with the band. Frank sits there and watches with intent. The song is up-beat, with seductive lyrics.

There are a variety of different shots. A montage. Jazmin sings and Franks sits there and watches her through-out the set.

Franks is looking at Jazmin when she finishes her last song of the night. 

JAZMIN

Hope you guys enjoyed yourselves as much as we did. We are here all weekend. Remember tip your bartender and waitress, and of course, good luck.

Frank is sitting there still day dreaming about Jazmin.

INT. CASINO STAGE exit - night

Frank is standing at the backstage exit waiting for Jazmin to walk out. You can hear Jazmin yelling at Teddy as she starts to walk out.

Frank walks up to her and introduces himself. They begin talking while walking out of the casino.

FRANK

Got quite a voice. I sat through the whole set. I couldn’t even get up to get a drink. And that doesn’t happen very often.

Jazmin

Yeah? Who might you be?

Frank

Frank Lewis. 

Jazmin

Frank? We’ll Frank, I’m Jazmin, nice to meet you.

Jazmin shakes Franks hand.

Frank

I’m staying in town for awhile trying to figure out what to do with my life. You want to have a couple drinks tonight and help me out with this little hole i dug?

JAzmin

Tonight?

Frank

Yeah, tonight.

jazmin

I don’t know. I usually don’t go out with people form the casino. Teddy say’s I should mix work with play. 

Jazmin’s phone goes off and she ignores it.

JAZMin

But what Teddy doesn’t know, doesn’t hurt him.

Frank

So it’s a date?

JAZMIN

Yeah, why not. I’m going to go get changed and I’ll meet you at purple fez okay?

FRANK

Purple Fez at 1. I’ll be there.

JAZMin

Cool. See you there Frank.

Jazmin drives away and Frank stands there. He put’s a toothpick in his mouth and walks towards the casino entrance.

INT. casino bar - NIGHT

Frank runs up to the casino bar to find out where the Purple Fez is from Harold.

FRANK

Harold!

HAROLD

Frank!

FRANK

Purple Fez, where is it?

HAROLD

This some kind of riddle, man. I’m terrible at riddles.

FRANK

No, its not riddle Harold, it’s a bar or restaurant. Do you know where it is?

HAROLD

Oh, the Fez. Yeah i know where that is.

FRANK

Where?

Harold

Right there, man.

Harold points to the restaurant right next to the bar.

FRANK

Right there, the whole time. 

HAROLD

You must be hungry or something. I got something for that. Might fuck you up for 6 hours or so, but it’s a good time. 

FRANK

Hungry? 6 hours? No, I got a date with Jazmin.

HAROLD

So you do want to fuck her.

FRANK

Yes, Harold. I want to fuck her.

Franks phone goes off and you see him look down at the ID. The caller is Susan, Frank ignores the call.

INT. BEN’S APT - NIGHT

Susan hangs up the phone. She is in the room with Ben.

SUSAN

That mother fucker.

Ben

Won’t answer my calls either. Like I don’t even exist to him anymore. Told me to call him Frank too.

SUSAN

What a dumb-ass. Don’t pay any attention to what that low life says to you. 

Ben

Why wouldn’t you tell me about this?

SUSAN

I don’t know. I was scared, I thought we were going so well, I just didn’t want to jinx it, I guess.

Ben

(mad)

Jinx it? That’s the excuse you have?

SUSAN

You should look on the bright side. Frank was kinda an asshole, right? Now everything that was so wrong when you grew up, isn’t so bad now.

Ben

(mad)

He said that too. Look mom, I don’t know what your problem is or how I even made it to 18 years old for that matter, but as far as I’m concerned, I don’t need you or dad….I mean Frank, whatever he want me to call him. This kinda of thing is the whole reason I moved to fucking Salt Lake. I went to a fucking religious zealot state, in the middle of no where, to get away from you crazy fucks, the best thing you can do for me, your son, the one you conceived in some shack in Mexico, is to leave me alone.

SUSAN

(starts balling)

It wasn’t a shack, its was on the beach, behind that shower stalls. Fucking bottles and cigarette butts all over the fucking floor. 

Ben

Mom, please just let me figure out my life from here on out. Because clearly you haven’t figured out yours.

SUSAN

What? He was good looking I swear. Looked like a Mexican Burt Reynolds.

Ben

Oh my god.

They both sit there not saying a word.

Fade out

Fade in

int. Casino Hotel room - day

Frank is whistling and is in a good mood. He gets up and starts the coffee and picks up the clothes in the room. He then walks over to the desk. We see that Jazmin has left her number on a napkin with her bright red lipstick. Frank picks it up and walks over to the shower.

Int. Jazmins trailer - day

There is a knock on the door. Jazmin walks over to open it.

  Jazmin

One second!

Jazmin opens the door and see’s Teddy standing there.

Jazmin

What are you doing here?

TEDDY

Just coming to see how my money maker is doing. 

INT. CASINO BAR - DAY

Harold is washing some glasses as Franks up to the bar. Frank is clearly in a good mode, has a smile ear to ear.

HAROLD

You fucked her.

Frank smiles at him and sits down, getting a cigarette out to smoke.

HAROLD

You dirty fuck. Tell me the details, man.

FRANK

Not much to be said Harold. Get me a Pacifico and I’ll think about it.

Harold grabs Frank a beer from the cooler and opens it.

HAROLD

So how was it, man?

FRANK

Like a god damned magical roller coaster Harold.

HAROLD

Magical roller coaster good. The best kind of good.

FRANK

This woman is everything I’ve ever  wanted. Easy to talk to, funny, smart, can drink and smoke like a champ. I’m in love Harold. Something I haven’t been in way too long. Simply put, Wesley Snipes couldn’t touch this jungle fever.

HAROLD

You mean Annabella Sciorra couldn’t touch it.

FRANK

Who?

HAROLD

She was the white one.

FRANK

You trip me out Harold. I got a date with her as soon as she gets done with the lunch hour. You know when she’s supposed to come in?

HAROLD

Usually comes in around noon or so.

FRANK

You wanna know something Harold?

HAROLD

Sure.

Frank

I haven’t even turned in that scratch off ticket.

HAROLD

Really? Why is that, man?

FRANK

Haven’t got to it. Had to fly out right after I found out I won. Sending it in the mail tonight. Figure that would be a good time to let Jazmin know. Almost think it will jinx my life if I cash it in though.

HAROLD

We’ll, if you don’t want it, I’ll be happy to take it off your hands. 

FRANK

I’ll keep that in mind. Hey, I’m going to go up in my room and change real quick. See you in a bit Harold.

HAROLD

Don’t forget, I’m here if you think that money will jinx you or something. 

Frank walks away and Harold starts washing glasses again.

int. casino backstage - day

Jazmin comes into work, she has big sun glasses on and looks sad and despondent. She sits down and begins to get ready.

BAND MEMBER 1 comes up to Jazmin and talk's to her. Band member 1 is female and a back-up singer for the band.

Band member 1 

You got back with him didn’t you?

JAZMIn

No.

Jazmin doesn’t look at the Band Member and continues doing her hair and make-up.

BAND MEMBER 1

Is that why you’re covering your face with those giant glasses?

Jazmin

I fucking hate him.

Jazmin begins crying. Other band members are looking on.

BAND MEMBER 1

Come here.

Band member 1 comforts Jazmin.

BAND MEMBER 1

It’s not your fault. You’re so pretty Jazz. You are strong, you wont let anyone hold you back. Not anymore, we will find something to do baby. Calm down, calm down, I know Jazz.

Band Member 1 continues to comfort Jazmin.

Int. Casino Lobby - day

You see Frank changed and walking towards the bar. Harold points over at the stage, letting Frank know Jazmin is there. Frank waves at Harold and walks to the backstage.

INT. CASINO BACKSTAGE - DAY

Jazmin is still crying on Band Member 1’s shoulder when Frank comes in.

FRANK

Jazz, you all right?

BAND MEMBER 2 

Who the fuck are you?

JAZMIN

It’s fine, Frank what are you doing here? Didn’t you get my text?

FRANK

What text?

Jazmin turns towards Frank, still wearing glasses.

JAZMIn

The one where I tell you I don’t want to go on that date with you tonight.

FRANK

What? Why?

Teddy

(interrupting)

None of your damn business.

Teddy comes in from the dark.

FRANK

Yeah? And who the fuck might you be?

JAZMIN

Just go Frank.

Frank looks at Jazmin and notices she has a black eye under the glasses.

FRANK

Jazmin, what happened?

Jazmin looks at Frank then looks away. Frank looks over at Teddy.

FRANK

You fucking hit her?

TEDDY

Jazz. Go get ready in you’re dressing room, you got a set in 30.

Jazmin gets up and goes to her dressing room with Band Member 1.

TEDDY

Now that its just us, lets get down to business. Boys.

The other 2 band members go up to Frank and hold him up.

FRANK

You fucking piece of shit. Hit a girl. Cant wait till I kick your ass. 

TEDDY

I heard you were with Jazmin last night. She said you were a good guy. She had fun on that little date you had.

Teddy walks up close to Frank.

TEDDY

Stay the fuck away form whats mine

FRANK

She’s not yours. She’s better than you. You don’t deserve to have someone like her. You hold her back, you keep her in the middle of the desert to control of her. You’re done controlling her.

Teddy smirks and looks around the backstage.

TEDDY

You fucking come in here and think you can change what I’ve built. I own this god damn town. I can have you fucking killed and buried in the middle of the fucking desert. Have the condors pick your worthless body apart. You get the fuck out of my town and never come back. You understand?

Frank shakes his head ‘yes’. 

TEDDY

Let him go boys.

The band members let Frank go.

Frank immediately punches Teddy in the face. Knocking him to the floor. The band members look on.

TEDDY

Hold him god dammit!

The band members hold Frank.

Teddy gets up slowly and wipes off his blood using his cloth. Then walks back towards Frank.

TEDDY

You don’t get it, do you?

Teddy punches Frank in the gut.

TEDdy

You just wrote yourself a fucking death ticket. Im going to fucking kill you.

Frank

You think I care about dying?

TEDDY

I don’t expect you to care. I expect you to die.

Teddy pulls out gold brass knuckles and punches Frank again, this time knocking him out.

TEDDY

Put him in the suitcase. We got some digging to do. 

EXT. DESERT - DAY

The two band members pull out the suitcase and throw it on the ground. Teddy opens the suitcase and pulls out Frank.

TEDDY

Welcome to hell Frank. This is my personal cemetery. Got bodies everywhere from dumb fuckers like you.

FRANK

Hows that jaw feeling?

TEDDY

Shut the fuck up. Boys start digging.

Int. Casino Backstage - day

Jazmin walks out of her changing room and see's most of her band gone.

Jazmin

Where is everyone?

BAND MEMBER 1

Gone I guess. Looks like its going to be just me and you out there today.

JAZMIn

What happened to Frank? Teddy didn’t hurt him right?

BAND MEMBER 1

Teddy wont be hurting no one anymore. Now lets go put on a show.

EXT. DESERT - DAY

The band members have just finished digging the shallow grave

BAND MEMBER 2

All done Teddy. You want us to pop him now?

TEDDY

Nah, let him enjoy his last minutes. Take all his shit too, check his pockets and wallet.

Band member 2 begins looking through Franks jeans as Band member 3 finishes the grave.

BAND MEMBER 2

Ain’t nothing here but $20 and some scratch off ticket.

Teddy

$20? You are some piece of work Frank.

FRANK

Should be two $20’s in there. You guys fucking taking my money?

TEDDY

Taking your life Frank, not your money. Let me see that scratch off.

Band member 2 hands Teddy the scratch off. Frank looks down at the dirt and whispers “fuck”.

INT. CASINO bar - DAY

Harold is talking to some customers as Jazmin comes up to talk to him.

Jazmin

Harold, can you do me a favor?

HAROLD

Sure can Jazz. What you need?

Jazmin

You’re friends with Frank, right?

HAROLD

Yep, thought he was with you. Where did he go?

JAZMIn

I don’t know, his phone is off and I’m starting to get worried. If you see him can you tell him I’m sorry and I didn’t mean what I said.

HAROLD

Another heart broken. Yeah, I can do that for you Jazz.

JAZMIn

Thank you Harold.

Harold thinks to himself after Jazmin leaves.

EXT. DESERT - DAY

TEDDY

$250,000 winner. Looks like Frank’s been hiding a little secret from us boys. When did you plan on telling me this?

Frank

I wasn’t. It’s not even real. Its a fake fucking ticket, to fuck with your friends. Something you don’t have.

TEDDY

Don’t play fucking coy with me. This is real isn’t?

Frank shakes his head ‘no’ and spits out some blood.

Teddy

I’m having one hell of day. Killing this fucking tool and $250,000 richer.

Band member 3 

It’s all ready boss.

Teddy

The grave is done Frank. You got any last words?

Frank keeps looking at the ground shaking his head.

INT. CASINO stage - day

Jazmin is on stage and looks out into the crowd. She looks at the empty seat where Frank usually sits. Jazmin looks down for a moment and closes her eyes 

JAZMIN

(quietly)

Please god don’t let Frank get hurt.

Jazmin slowly lift’s her head and begins to sing.

EXT. DESERT - DAY

The song continues playing over the action in the scene. Band member 2 and 3 are putting Frank next to the shallow grave.

They put a blindfold over Frank's eyes.

TEDDY

Got any last words of wisdom Frank? Before your fucking head gets blown off?

FRANK

I got something to say.

TEDDY

Make it quick, I got a ticket to cash in.

FRANK

Just tell my family I love them

Shot’s of Ben as a kid begin coming on the screen. Frank playing with Ben in the yard and Frank teaching Ben how to box.

FRank

and I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. My son lives in Salt Lake his name is Ben, his address is in my phone. Its under bastard child. Please just let him know I didn’t mean what I said. My trainer in Buffalo, Drew, his address is in there too. Its under…

TEDDY

(interrupting)

Enough. Frank, its been real. Kill him.

Band member 2 puts the gun on the back of Franks head.

FRANK

Just fucking do it.

There are two shots.

FRANK

Fuck! Just fucking do it!

BAND MEMBER 2

Calm the fuck down.

Band member 2 takes the blind fold of Frank. Frank gets up and notices Teddy’s body on the floor.

BAND MEMBER 2

You ain’t the only one who fucking hates that guy.

Band member 2 shoots another shot into Teddy’s dead body.

FRANK

Holy shit, you fucking killed him.

BAND MEMBER 2 

You think? Hey Frank?

FRANK

Yeah?

Band member 2 

Sorry about this.

Frank

Sorry about what…

Band member 2 hit’s Frank with the butt of his handgun.

Quick Black

EXT. DESERT - DAY

Frank is lying on the desert floor, the car is gone but they have left Franks clothes. Frank looks through his things, frantically trying to find the scratch off ticket. He panics when he doesn’t find anything. He stops suddenly and slowly looks over at the shallow grave, Teddy is still holding the scratch off ticket. His hand is sticking out of the ground still grasping the scratch off.

Frank

Jesus Christ.

Frank walks over to Teddy’s body and try’s to rip the ticket from his hand. It takes a couple of pulls, but eventually, Frank gets the ticket. 

Frank begins walking towards the desert sun, but stops suddenly, he walks back to Teddy's hand and starts pissing on it.

INT. BEN’S APT - NIGHT

Ben is pouring coffee when his phone rings. Ben looks at the caller ID, but doesn’t recognize the number.

BEN

Hello?

ext. mesquite payphone - night

Frank is at a payphone on the Mesquite strip.

FRANK

Ben. It’s your Dad.

INT. BEN’S APT - NIGHT

BEN

The janitor from Mexico?

EXT. MESQUITE PAYPHONE - NIGHT

FRANK

No, your real Dad. Look, forget about what I said to you this weekend. I didn’t mean it and I don’t want you to think that you don’t mean something to me. I raised you. No matter how good I did or not, I wiped your ass and fed you.

INT. BEN’S APT - NIGHT

BEN

You talking about what I did for you?

EXT. MESQUITE PAYPHONE - NIGHT

FRANK

Ben. You have my blood through spirit. You and I have a long time left together and I want it to spent with the right way. You got that?

INT. BEN’S APT - NIGHT

BEN

I got it Frank.

EXT. MESQUITE PAYPHONE - NIGHT

FRANK

I want you to come down to Mesquite for spring break. Thinking about going to Mexico and swimming with the sharks. I get it if you don’t want to, I’ll get if you don’t ever want to see me again too. I fucked up bad. Just know I love you, alright Ben?

INT. BEN’S APT - NIGHT

BEN

I’ll let you know when my spring break is and we’ll get it all figured out.

EXT. MESQUITE PAYPHONE - NIGHT

FRANK

 Great, great. I’ll talk to you later Ben. 

Frank hangs up the payphone and continues walking. 

INT. BEN’S APT - NIGHT

Ben stands there and thinks about the conversation. He then picks up the coffee he pored and brings it over to a guy on the couch. He is in his early 20’s and is very handsome. Ben sits close to him.

Guy

Who was that?

BEN

My Dad. 

Guy

Did he speak English?

BEN

No, my real Dad. He apologized for everything.

Guy

That was a quick turn around. You tell him about us yet?

BEN

No, I figure I’ll tell him right before they drop him with the sharks.

Guy

Sharks?

Ben laughs and sips his coffee.

int. Jazmin’s trailer - night

Jazmin is watching TV, still trying to get a hold of Frank. The door bell rings. Jazmin opens the door, its Frank. He is bloody and sweaty from the walk.

jazmin

Frank! What happened to you?

Frank

I need some water.

Franks sits down on the living room couch, while Jazmin goes to get some water.

Frank

Lots of ice Jazz

Jazmin

What did Teddy do to you?

Frank

(exhausted)

Its what he didn’t do baby.

Etta James’ song “I’d rather go blind” starts playing.

Jazmin comes in and gives him his ice water.

FRANK

You ever been to Mexico?

Jazmin

Mexico? No, why?

FRANK

Swimming with the sharks. Trying not to be kidnapped for ransom. It will be great.

JAZMIN

Swimming with sharks? Kidnapping?

Frank

All in one great package.

Jazmin

Count me in.

FRANK

Yeah, think it's best we get away from this place for a while. Oh, I think my son will be coming with us too. 

Jazmin

Son?

Frank

It’s a far to long of a story for tonight baby. Can you refill this?

Jazmin grabs the glass and walks to the kitchen. Frank stands there still trying to grasp what happened. He looks up at the ceiling and shakes his head. Jazmin hands Frank his glass.

JAZMIN

Here you go baby.

Jazmin starts to cuddle Frank.

FRANK

I must smell terrible. Let me go take a shower real quick and will go to bed, K sweetheart?

JAZMIN

Stay here with me Frank. Your smell doesn’t bother me.

Amy Winehouses Song “You know I’m no good starts playing. Frank kisses Jazmin’s head and sits there looking Straight ahead; a confident stare. The camera begins backing out of the trailer, slowly turning on the Mesquite skyline.

Fade Black

Roll Credits

MY NATIONAL ANTHEM

MY NATIONAL ANTHEM

The Red and Blue Lights of My Youth

We were on top of the hill looking over the city when it happened. My whole life seemed to be flashing before my eyes. I tried to listen to him, but it was hard to think at that moment. I was having flashbacks of high school and my life before. Vivid daydreams of my existence and vignettes of my past kept flashing in my mind. Over and over again I repeated to myself: “What got me to this point?” And “How did I end up on this hill?” They were questions being answered in outer body experiences and surreal flashbacks.  I close my eyes and begin to think back. These questions needed answers, and I was going to find them out. I stared off into the red and blue lights and began to think back to earlier in the day.

It was my senior year in high school and I couldn’t wait to graduate. I had passed all my classes and was excited to see what life after high school was all about. We had gotten out of class early and my friends and I decided to head to the hill. The hill was known around high school as a place to hang out and cause trouble. It was near the canyon, right next to the city’s water towers. Once there, you had to drive up the hill and try to avoid the unclipped trees and various broken beer bottles that scarred the dirt floor. I was there with my friends Colton, Jake, and Preston. We had passed high school and now our whole lives were ahead of us. It was a wonderful time to be alive. I now looked away from the red and blue lights and stare down at the dirt floor. Like time travel I go back to my early childhood.

September 21st, 2001. I’ve always had an unabashed love of football. It started young for me. My father would always tell me: “Benjamin, football is war!” I personally wouldn’t compare football to war, but my father considered them both battlefields. I was in 6th grade and 9/11 was still fresh in everyone’s mind.  I vividly remember him walking into my room that early September mourning. He woke me up in a fashion as unique as the circumstances. “Benjamin wake up, the country is under attack.” Hearing a statement like that can be a very surreal moment for an11 year old. With only Star Wars, and the History channel to go off of. In fact, that mourning seemed more like an episode of The Twilight Zone than real life. “Who would do such a thing?” I asked myself. Later that night my father was tucking me in to bed and told me something that has stayed with me my whole life. “Your world has changed forever Benjamin. “ He was right. We were 9/11 kids now. We had to start adapting to a world of terrorism and fear. I start to hear a voice in the background…

“Ben, pass me a cold one.” I snap out of my daydreaming and realize I’m back on the hill.  “Here you go man. Tell Courtney thank you again.”  Courtney was Colton’s sister, and was 21.We wrangled what money we could, and gave it to her to buy beer. It didn’t seem to matter that we were under 21and clearly breaking the law. We were coasting through life at that time. We had no fears or apprehensions. It was a high in and of its self. At this very moment nothing could ever compare. This was a moment before the red and blue lights. I must still be daydreaming…

October 17th, 2008. “Benjamin, football is war!” I had always played football and loved it with a passion. It was my senior year and everyone was saying we were good enough to win the state. Alta had won the year before and looked primed to repeat. It was a chilly October night and the crowd was going crazy. It was the 4th quarter and we were driving down the field to tie the game. My coached screamed at us and told us the play. “The play is hook and ladders. Ben this is going to you.” We broke the huddle and readied for the play.  Like a scream underneath water I could barely hear the quarterback’s cadence. “Down…Green 51…Green 51….Hut!” The ball was snapped and I started streaking down the field. Christian rolled left and threw a deep ball towards me. The ball was fluttering in the air like a toy airplane running out of batteries. Every second that ball was in the air seemed like a lifetime. It was all in slow motion. I backed down the defender and position myself for the catch.  Bending my knees I start to jump for the ball. The ball was coming in fast and I needed to extend my fingers. Slowly I extended my fingers and felt the leather of the ball skinning my fingertips. It was too late by then. The ball was thrown too high and I couldn’t reach it. We had lost the game and the season was over. It was a somber way to end my football career. I’m now sitting on the grass hearing the crowd reacting to the play, and I start have vibrant flashes of red and blue lights…

The flashes were vibrant and chaotic. Images of my life were playing in my mind like a video player in rewind. From 9/11 to high school football, it was going so fast I had forgotten where I was. Like a semi running into a brick wall, I’m thrust back into real time. The red and blue lights were police cars. That afternoon a neighbor had notice us opening the gate leading up to the hill. They called police and soon enough my date with destiny was at my door. They came up and arrested us for drinking under age and trespassing. So what got me to this point? I believe it was series of events throughout my life. I couldn’t have changed it. Just like 9/11 and football, there are certain points in peoples life where you are at the will of destiny.

I’m looking out the cop window as we are driving down the dirt trail and I notice the skyline. The sun was coming down and the moon was slowly rising behind the Uinta Mountains. The light of the sun was now morphing into a dark mysterious night. I was having a feeling I’ve never had before. It was the feeling of not knowing what was ahead of me. This was where I had to grow up. This was the end of the red and blue lights of my youth. This was the end of the surreal flashbacks, outer body experiences, and vivid daydreams. This was it. This was where my life begins…

 

The Summer (Concerts and Daddy Issues)

What does summer mean? Does it mean that its officially okay to say that your just “chilling.” (Doesn’t quite work in the winter) Its 3 months of the year in which there can be a multitude of things to do. For example, you can go to concerts which are outside and usually free. This can only mean that you will likely see some girls flashing. What is it with concerts and girls flashing? I’m not saying it’s a bad thing, but I would like to point out that you’ll never see some girls flash Bret Michaels as he walks out of Burger King. Its like something clicks in these women. Which brings me to one of the things that bugs me the most. Girls if you’re going to one of these concerts and get on some guys shoulders, you best be flashing. Have you ever been to a concert and seen this? (Girl on a guys shoulder) It’s really frustrating, its like just do it already. You think I drove up to SLC to see this shit Indi band play? No! I came to see those daddy issues flop out. This girl sits on the guys shoulder contemplating wheater or not to flash as I behind her, contemplate moving to get better view of the flash. I give it a good 10 minutes for this person to decide to flash or not. If not, please just get down and watch the show like the rest of us. So girls if you end up on some guys shoulders this summer you best be showing me that community college degree at work. So, what will I be doing this summer? Going to shitty Indi bands for the hope of seeing drunk girl boobies.

The Trade Off

I was thinking the other day, it is really hard to try and get a girl to show her bobbies. I mean unless you have 100 dollar bill on you, or your that douche who sells girls gone wild videos, its going to be a really difficult proposition. When in history did the trade off not work anymore? You cant go up to a woman and say: “Hey I’m loving what I’m seeing, do you want to see my flaccid penis for a quick look at your tits?” Look I know a penis isn’t the most beautiful thing on earth, but we can make it work, maybe put some blond streaks in our pubes or shave them into a arrow pointing to my asshole. I mean what does it take for a girl to trade her showing her tits for me showing my flaccid penis. (Which can be negotiated into a boner.)  Look, guys don’t feel conformable showing that mess, especially when you’re a grower not a shower, like in my case. (It makes Mini Me’s Penis look like Ron Jeramey’s giant cock) Anyways, girls the next time a dude asks to see your tits say no like the usual, but the next time he comes up for a trade off…give it a second thought. 

My National Anthem

My National Anthem