Curb Your Enthusiasm - SAMPLE EPISODEA Screenplay by Jody Medland This is a sample episode of one of my favourite HBO shows, 'Curb Your Enthusiasm'. It has been written as part of my proposal as I aim to work with HBO on an upcoming project of mine. CURB YOUR ENTHUSIASM
(A Script for the Sit-Com)
Created by
Larry David
SERIES EIGHT, EPISODE ONE
‘The Wrong Turn’
Written by
Jody Medland
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CURB YOUR ENTHUSIASM
SERIES EIGHT, EPISODE ONE ‘The Wrong Turn’ Written by Jody Medland
Fade in:
EXT. PEDRO’S FANCY DRESS STORE �" DAY
The sun is shining on a glorious day in LA.
CHERYL (V.O.) Hey Lar. I’ve just to the fancy dress store.
INT. PEDRO’S FANCY DRESS STORE- DAY
CHERYL is stood at the COUNTER talking on her CELL PHONE. PEDRO stands on the other side of the COUNTER with his arms folded, wearing a sorry expression.
CHERYL (CONT’D) Now, the guy said that their Frankenstein outfit has gone, so what else can I get you?
LARRY (PHONE) It’s gone?
CHERYL Yeah.
LARRY (PHONE) But I saw it yesterday and I asked him to put it by!
CHERYL Yeah, I know… but he said that he had to let it go.
LARRY (PHONE) He said that, huh?
CHERYL Yeah.
LARRY (PHONE) Is he there with you?
CHERYL Yeah. He’s stood right in front of me.
LARRY (PHONE) Put him on.
CHERYL turns to PEDRO and winces apologetically as she hovers the CELL PHONE in front of him.
CHERYL He wants to talk to you.
PEDRO (Worriedly) Really?
LARRY (PHONE) (Shouting) Yeah, really! Take the phone Pedro, and explain yourself! Take the phone!
Reluctantly, PEDRO takes the CELL PHONE and places it to his ear as he rubs the back of his neck with his other hand.
PEDRO (Dejected) Hey Larry.
INT. LARRY DAVID’S BATHROOM �" DAY
LARRY is sat wide-eyed with frustration. The framing does not suggest he is in his BATHROOM.
LARRY Hey! What the hell’s going on? I loved that suit. You know I loved it. It was perfect!
INT. PEDRO’S FANCY DRESS STORE �" DAY
PEDRO’S whole body language is apologetic.
PEDRO I know, Larry… but a kid came in with down syndrome. He saw it behind the counter and when I said he couldn’t have it, he started screaming. I felt guilty, so I let him take it. I’m sorry.
LARRY (PHONE) Down syndrome?
PEDRO Yeah.
There is a shirt silence.
LARRY (PHONE) A kid, you say?
PEDRO Yeah.
INT. LARRY’S BATHROOM - DAY
LARRY’S suspicious expression turns judgmental.
LARRY I’m six foot five, Pedro.
PEDRO (PHONE) (Shrugs) So?
LARRY So, how many six foot five kids with down syndrome do you see walking around in LA?
PEDRO (PHONE) Are you saying I’m lying?
LARRY Here’s what I’m saying, Pedro. I’m saying that you’re a terrible man who went back on your word and has a terrible system on how to reserve outfits that are specifically asked for by your paying customers.
INT. PEDRO’S FANCY DRESS STORE - DAY
PEDRO looks deeply hurt.
PEDRO I cannot believe you think that I would lie about down syndrome! I am a very proud man and I do not lie!
LARRY (PHONE) You lied by saying you’d hold the costume!
Offended, he hands the PHONE back over to CHERYL.
PEDRO (CONT’D) (Angered) Here. Take it back! I don’t have to listen to this!
She monitors him as he shakes his head and walks into the back room, looking teary.
LARRY (PHONE) Pedro. Pedro!
CHERYL puts the PHONE back to her ear.
CHERYL Hey!
LARRY Wha…? Did he just hang up on me?
CHERLY Umm… no. I’m still on the phone.
LARRY Yeah. Exactly. He hung up on me. By passing the phone over, he hung up on me!
CHERYL But it’s still connected.
LARRY But the principle is that he passed it over, thus ending our conversation before I was finished!
CHERYL walks away from the COUNTER and begins to sift through a series of COSTUMES on a LONG RAILING.
CHERYL (Dismissively) Yeah… so what outfit can I get you instead?
There is a short silence.
LARRY I’m not sure I want anything now.
CHERYL Well… you have to wear something. It’s a fancy dress party!
LARRY (PHONE) I don’t even want the party any more. Let’s call everybody and cancel. I’m not in the mood.
CHERYL What? Larry. No. It was a great idea to have a party, and we’re going to have it.
LARRY It wasn’t a great idea. It was stupid! I only said it because I was trying to impress you and to win you back, and I’ve done that now, so… let’s just return back to normal already!
CHERYL No.
LARRY I’m serious. Forget everything I said.
CHERYL You have been a perfect gentleman since we reunited and I’d like to keep it that way, please.
LARRY grimaces.
CHERYL Which, reminds me. Wanda is coming over to…
LARRY What? Why?
CHERYL (Frowning) To do the decorations for the party.
LARRY Since when does she do decorations?
CHERYL She did them at Sammy’s last birthday and when I mentioned we were having a party, she…
LARRY Does that mean she’s invited?
CHERYL Yes, she’s invited. She’s helping us.
LARRY Helping. We’ll probably get a big bill for the privilege.
LARRY begins to strain.
CHERYL What… Larry what is that?
He strains again.
LARRY Hold on! Give me a second!
CHERYL pulls away from the CELL PHONE and looks at it, confused. She puts it back to her ear.
CHERYL Wait! Tell me you’re not using the restroom.
LARRY Well… I had to go.
CHERYL Oh my God! Larry!
LARRY What? I needed to use the restroom. So what? What’s the difference? I’m a busy man and I’m killing two birds with one stone here.
CHERYL (Disgusted) Ah, I cannot believe you!
LARRY begins to strain again. CHERYL You know what? I’m gonna go now. Make sure you’re in for Wanda… and be nice!
She hangs up the PHONE.
LARRY But Cheryl, wait… (The line goes dead) Cheryl. (Beat) Cheryl!
LARRY leans forward as he begins to strain hard.
INT. LARRY DAVID’S LOUNGE AREA �" DAY
We see that the room is filled with many weird and wonderful DECORATIONS as WANDA works with a FEMALE friend of hers. They are smiling and having fun as they use a PUMP to blow up BALOONS.
LARRY walks in and raises his eyebrows as he looks around. His expression is one of resentment, which he tries to keep hidden.
WANDA glances up at him as he approaches.
WANDA Ah, hey Larry!
LARRY Hey!
WANDA So…
He looks at her blankly.
WANDA (CONT’D) What d’ya think?
He looks around again, nodding manically as he avoids eye contact.
LARRY Well… you know?
WANDA No. I don’t. That’s why I’m askin’ you.
LARRY Umm… it’s pretty good. Paretttttty-rettttty-ettttttty good.
WANDA (Annoyed) Pretty g…? Right! Come on. What’s your problem?
LARRY (Innocently) What?
WANDA Don’t “what” me! I can read your stupid tone. I s’pose you’d have decorated this place much better, Mister f****n’ party hat.
LARRY Mister party hat?
He looks at her ASSISTANT, who is beginning to feel awkward.
LARRY (CONT’D) (Amused) What?
WANDA You heard. Now what is it you don’t like? Big f****n’ surprise you complainin’, too, old misery a*s!
LARRY simply smirks as he raises his palm, drawing their attention back to the room.
LARRY It’s just a bit much, isn’t it?
WANDA A bit much? It’s a party!
LARRY Yeah �" but I have to live in this house for the next two days, before the party even begins, and it’s like I’m in a f****n’ ghost train!
WANDA F**k you Larry! I did not come here to be insulted!
LARRY I’m not insulting you. I’m insulting the decorations!
WANDA I put up the decorations, stupid!
LARRY looks back to the ASSISTANT.
LARRY What do you think?
The GIRL coyly looks to the floor.
WANDA Don’t involve her.
He looks at the GIRL again.
LARRY (Pressing) Come on. Really?
WANDA I said don’t speak to her, Larry!
LARRY What? You’re the only one who gets to speak to your assistant?
WANDA I am the only one who gets to speak to my assistant.
LARRY She’s in my house!
WANDA So?
LARRY stares at her for a moment, but she does not back down. Agitated, LARRY flings his arms up into the air as he begins to walk away.
LARRY Fine! Being the home owner of a house obviously gives you no authority any more!
WANDA It doesn’t.
LARRY My opinions don’t count!
WANDA They don’t.
LARRY stops at the DOORWAY and fires an evil look in her direction. She looks right back at him, unaffected. About to explode, he storms out of the room.
INT. LARRY’S DAVID’S KITCHEN �" DAY
LARRY marches into the KITCHEN when he stops dead in his tracks and looks up in shock.
Stood before him is a BLACK YOUTH who is dressed very street (BEANY, JEANS around his lower waist, etc).
The YOUTH is carrying a LARGE, PLASMA TV. He, too, is frozen to the spot, with a guilt-ridden look plastered all over his face.
LARRY (Shocked) What the…? What is this?
YOUTH Umm… I’m ‘ere to repair your TV, innit?
LARRY raises his eyebrows and smirks.
LARRY Oh really?
YOUTH M-m.
LARRY Here to repair my TV?
YOUTH M-m, h-m.
LARRY My TV that isn’t even broken? Listen, if you’re gonna come break into my house and try to steal my TV, at least have the decency to not try and treat me like an idiot!
The YOUTH slouches his shoulders, looking dejected.
YOUTH I’m ‘ere ta fix it!
LARRY Put the TV down.
YOUTH But I need to take it to da shop!
LARRY Put it down!
YOUTH Na.
Infuriated, LARRY walks over to him and begins to wrestle him to the ground.
LARRY (Raising his voice) I said put it down!
YOUTH Na!
LARRY Put it down now!
YOUTH Na man! What ya doin’t, man? I wanna fix it for you!
Suddenly, CHERYL enters. LARRY and the YOUTH stop still as they look at CHERYL, who attempts to absorb the scene.
CHERYL Larry? What’s going on?
They both stand up straight as LARRY yanks the TV away from him.
LARRY What’s going on is this little criminal tried walking out of here with our telly, and then tried to lie to me about it!
CHERYL looks at the YOUTH.
CHERYL Is that true?
The YOUTH lowers his head in shame.
YOUTH (Quietly) Yes, ma’am. Sorry.
There is a short silence.
CHERYL You poor thing!
She approaches the YOUTH and looks at him with genuine sympathy as she begins to rub his arm. LARRY stares at her with his mouth wide open.
CHERYL (CONT’D) (Sensitively) What made you do it? Do you need money?
CHERYL Are you kidding?
YOUTH Na. I didn’t want the telly. I just needed to do it to get into the Zebras.
LARRY The what?
YOUTH The Zebras.
LARRY The Zebras? What?
YOUTH The Zebras. The gang. The Zebras.
LARRY A gang?
YOUTH Yeah.
LARRY What kind of gang?
YOUTH A multi-racial one where black and white becomes one.
CHERYL That sounds lovely.
LARRY stumbles towards her, speechless.
CHERYL Where are the rest of them?
YOUTH They’re outside.
LARRY Outside?
YOUTH M-m.
LARRY There are a gang of black and white thugs outside my house?
YOUTH (Nods once) M-m. (Short silence) So… we cool?
The YOUTH shuffles towards the DOOR.
LARRY Cool? No, we’re not cool! You tried to steal my TV!
YOUTH But I explained dat to you! You and your… fine, fine lady right here.
He looks CHERYL up and down as she smiles at him. LARRY cannot believe the disrespect, but shrugs it off as he gets back to the main point.
LARRY Explained, my a*s! You think that makes it right?
YOUTH Well… (He sucks his teeth) …no, but Yorkie said it’d be a’ight.
LARRY Wait a second! Yorkie?!
YOUTH Yeah. He’s da leader of da gang. He said dat every Tuesday you’re out of da house ‘til five. Why is you home, anyway?
CHERYL (Pleasantly) Oh! We’re planning this party for…
LARRY (Interrupting) Okay, stop. Stop!
He places the TV onto a worktop as he shakes his head in disbelief.
LARRY (CONT’D) Firstly, I’m not discussing why I’m home, like I have to justify my whereabouts to a criminal whose trying to rob me. Secondly, Yorkie is an idiot! The very notion of people staking out my house makes me f****n’ nauseous, but quite frankly, if somebody’s gonna do it, I’d prefer them to do it right. You know what? Get out.
CHERYL (Defensively) Larry…
LARRY walks over and opens the DOOR, gesticulating for the YOUTH to leave.
LARRY Go before I call the police, and tell The ying-yangs or whatever it is that they call themselves, that if I catch anybody snooping around here again, there’s gonna be trouble. Big trouble! Ever seen an angry Jew?
YOUTH Na.
LARRY Well… if you do then it will be the last thing that you ever see… believe me!
YOUTH A’ight.
LARRY Now. Off you go. Scoot!
YOUTH T’anks, boss.
The YOUTH walks over to the worktop, picks the TV back up, and then heads towards the DOOR. LARRY closes the DOOR and blocks his path, frowning at the YOUTH, bewildered.
LARRY What the hell are you doing?
YOUTH I’m leavin’, like you told me.
LARRY I think you’re missing the point. You put the TV down. If a thief is caught and the person offers them an easy way out, they put the stolen items down first! The robbery is over!
YOUTH But if I don’t leave with the TV, the boys’ll go sick!
LARRY What do you mean, sick?
YOUTH Like… bare angry!
LARRY Bare? Okay. That’s it. I’m calling the cops.
He picks up a nearby HANDSET.
CHERYL (Calmly) Larry. No.
LARRY What do you mean, “no”? Stop siding with him!
CHERYL looks back to the YOUTH.
CHERYL Listen, what’s your name?
YOUTH Tyrone, innit!
CHERYL Okay, Tyrone. I’m Cheryl, and this is Larry.
LARRY What are we, making friends now?
She turns to LARRY.
CHERYL Listen, Tyrone said he only needs the TV to get into the gang, right?
TYRONE M-m.
LARRY stares at her and shrugs.
LARRY (Confused) Yeah?
CHERYL So… why don’t we let him take the TV, get into the gang and then later on, he can bring the TV back to us?
LARRY pulls a face at her.
LARRY Are you crazy? He’s not gonna bring the TV back. He’s gonna steal it!
CHERYL walks over and looks TYRONE in the eyes.
CHERYL Tyrone. Do you promise to return our TV?
TYRONE looks at her, and then at LARRY, who seems mortified. TYRONE then looks back to CHERYL and smiles.
TYRONE Yeeeeah. I promise!
CHERYL looks over her shoulder at LARRY and smiles.
CHERYL See? He promised.
LARRY looks down to the ground, not believing what is happening.
CHERYL re-opens the DOOR as TYRONE passes her with the TV in his hands.
CHERYL Are you alright with that?
TYRONE M-m. T’anks!
As TYRONE leaves, CHERYL walks over to LARRY and places a loving hand on his chest.
CHERYL That was an absolutely amazing thing for you to do.
She cuddles in to him and closes her eyes as LARRY glares out of the KITCHEN WINDOW. TYRONE waves as he walks past.
EXT. LARRY DAVID’S HOUSE �" DAY
LARRY is stood holding a stack of BOXES behind WANDA. One by one, she takes them as she packs them into the back of her CAR. His expression is defeated.
WANDA’S ASSISTANT climbs into the passenger seat as WANDA looks back to LARRY.
WANDA Well, thanks LD. It was good ta see your a*s again. I’ve missed you.
LARRY is caught unaware, and therefore taken back by the comment.
LARRY Uh… thank you. I miss you, too.
She looks at him, pleasantly surprised.
WANDA You do?
LARRY (Scoffing through gritted teeth) Of course!
WANDA Really?
LARRY Yeah!
WANDA You miss me?
He looks bewildered.
LARRY Why’s that hard to understand?
WANDA It’s just not like you to be so emotional, that’s all.
LARRY frowns and shrugs.
LARRY (Incensed) What do you mean? What is that? I’m emotional. I show emotion all the time!
WANDA Not good emotion.
LARRY What’s good emotion?
WANDA You know… saying things that aren’t insulting. Paying compliments. (Talking slowly) Being nice.
We see LARRY’S brain ticking over. He raises his finger pensively as he pushes for a thought.
LARRY How about last week? There was a homeless guy that asked for change, and I gave it to him?
WANDA You gave change to a homeless guy?
LARRY (Casually) Yeah.
WANDA I’ll bet you lectured him for twenty-minutes and yelled at him when he walked away.
LARRY’S expression immediately shows that she is right.
LARRY (Animated) It was five-minutes, and anger is an emotion!
WANDA Yeah… not a good one.
LARRY It was good. What I told him were hard facts, that, if put into practice, will make his life better! So, not only am I emotional, but I’m complex.
WANDA (Mockingly) Oh! You certainly complex, alright. I’ll give you that!
She begins to walk away.
LARRY Don’t walk away! Where you going?
WANDA I got s**t to do Larry.
LARRY I’m still talking! What, you’re gonna walk away while I’m talking, and I’m the one whose got problems?
WANDA Calm down, before you bust an old man’s friggin’ gut, or somethin’!
LARRY Old man?
WANDA Yeah.
He shrugs at her again.
WANDA (CONT’D) You old! I suppose you gonna have a heart attack about that, too?
LARRY smiles, but only to hide his anger, as he chooses his words wisely.
LARRY Do you realize that these insults have come from me complimenting you?
WANDA And what?
LARRY And… (Yelling) …this is exactly why I don’t pay anybody any f*****g compliments! It always backfires and leads to me having to defend myself!
WANDA Okay, old man. Chill!
LARRY I’m not old!
WANDA Calm the f**k down.
LARRY (Screaming) I am calm!
The FRONT DOOR opens and CHERYL emerges from inside.
CHERYL Larry… what’s with all the yelling?
CHERYL looks to WANDA.
WANDA Your old boyfriend’s gonna give himself a f****n’ coronary, that’s what’s goin’ on.
LARRY (Aggressively) F**k you!
CHERYL Larry!
WANDA Yeah. F**k you too, Larry.
WANDA shakes her head in amusement as she walks away and opens the DOOR to her CAR. Inside, her ASSISTANT looks petrified.
LARRY I take back my compliment. It was false anyway. I didn’t miss you at all!
WANDA (Dismissively) Yeah-yeah.
She sinks down into the driver’s seat.
LARRY And I’ll tell you what else… the Homeless guy shouldn’t have been using the fact that he was Jewish to try and win over people on a sentimental level. That was wrong!
WANDA starts the ENGINE and begins to pull away.
WANDA Goodbye a*****e!
LARRY watches as she disappears around the corner. He turns back to the HOUSE to see CHERYL shaking her head in disappointment. She slams the DOOR shut, leaving him alone in the DRIVEWAY.
INT. LARRY DAVID’S LIVING ROOM �" NIGHT
LARRY is sat on the COUCH with a deadpan expression on his face. All of a sudden, LEON enters wearing casual clothing, carrying a TAKEAWAY BAG and sucking on the STRAW to a LARGE DRINK.
LEON Hey Larry!
LARRY looks him up and down.
LARRY Where you been all day?
LEON In my room.
He sits next to LARRY on the COUCH and dumps his TAKEAWAY BAG on the COFFEE TABLE in front of them. LARRY raises his eyebrows as he stares at him.
LARRY You’ve been in your room the whole day?
LEON Yeah! Got so wasted last night and I was tired from tappin’ a*s, so needed to chill.
LARRY You needed to chill?
LEON You got that right.
LARRY Let me ask you something.
LEON Hit me LD.
LEON dives into his BAG, picking out a handful of CHIPS.
LARRY Are you ever gonna move out?
LEON looks at him.
LEON Who, me?
LARRY smiles as he nods his head.
LARRY Yeah! You!
LEON casually shakes his head and eats more from his BAG.
LEON Nope!
LARRY Coz I feel like, I’ve already done my bit. When I took your sister in, and your mom, and your niece, and your nephew, I feel like that was good enough of me. You know? I’m a nice guy. That was a nice thing to do.
LEON raises his CUP in the air.
LEON F****n’ A. You da man, Larry!
LARRY In fact, out of everyone, I didn’t even know we were getting you!
LEON nods.
LARRY (CONT’D) We didn’t know! You just arrived, and yet, you’re the only one still here!
LEON continues to nod.
LEON Well, you’re here also.
LARRY Yeah.
LEON And Cheryl.
LARRY But this is our house! Do you understand? We bought it. We live here.
There is a short silence as LARRY waits for the information to sink in.
LEON And I live here, too, right?
LARRY Yeah. You do. I can’t deny that. But the question is, why? Why do you live here?
LEON What kind of silly question’s that, Lar. You my BOY!
LARRY Leon… you’re not quite getting the…
LEON picks up the TV REMOTE and presses a button.
LEON Hey, LD! Where the f**k is the TV?
LARRY gives up talking to him and falls back into his slump.
LARRY Ah, Cheryl made me give it to a burglar.
LEON What?
LARRY She made me give it to a burglar as part of this stupid “new man” thing!
LEON That’s the stupidest f*****g thing I ever heard, man.
LARRY Well, that’s what I said, but every time I disagree with her, I feel like she’s gonna leave!
LEON looks at him wide-eyed, before shaking his head in disapproval.
LEON You are whipped, man.
LARRY What?
LEON You heard me.
LARRY I’m not whipped!
LEON You are.
LARRY I am not whipped.
LEON You are.
LARRY No.
LEON Who let a burglar walk out of his house carrying his TV today, like some kind of b***h?
He glares at LARRY with his large, white eyes.
LARRY Well, if you hadn’t spent the whole day in bed, then we could have ganged up on them, instead of the burglar forming allegiance with my wife!
LEON (Mutters) Whipped, man.
LARRY frowns at LEON, who continues to eat his FOOD. He then looks around, deep in thought, as he thinks of a way to redeem himself. Finally, he looks back up.
LARRY You know what?
LEON What?
He slaps LEON on the arm and smiles at him.
LARRY You are gonna help me get it back!
LEON Me? Why the f**k do I have to help you?
LARRY Because you don’t have a job. Because I let you live here rent free! Because from now on, you are gonna start pitching in around this place!
LEON You left my sister when she had cancer, Larry!
LARRY’S smile drops as he bows his head in shame.
LEON Motherfuckin’ cancer. That s**t is dangerous, and you ran like a little f****n’ whiney b***h, but I forgave you!
LARRY begins to nod his head.
LARRY Alright.
LEON Nobody else did. My family think you’re the f****n’ anti-christ!
LARRY Alright.
LEON Everybody’s always like, “Leon. That Larry is an a*****e!”
LARRY (Shouting) Alright!
LEON falls silent as LARRY stands up.
LARRY (CONT’D) Just get in the f*****g car. Please.
LEON jumps up, still slurping his DRINK.
LEON Seein’ as you said please.
INT LARRY’S CAR �" NIGHT
LARRY is monitoring the streets as he drives. LEON is sat in the passenger seat eating a different takeaway meal. As he finishes, he tosses the RUBBISH over his shoulder and into the back seat.
LARRY glares at him.
LARRY Leon! What the hell are you doing?!
LEON What? I’m f****n’ bored, Larry! We been drivin’ around for hours!
LARRY Half an hour!
LEON Even so, man. I’m spent.
LARRY Just shut up and help me look.
LEON Help you look? I don’t know who I’m lookin’ for! I don’t know if he’s black, white or Caucasian.
LARRY White is Caucasian.
LEON What?
LARRY He’s black! Just… get your rubbish out from the back seat and help me look for a black man.
LEON Oh! We gonna play find the black man in LA?
LEON turns around and clambers over the seat to reach for his RUBBISH when he sees a series of CARRIER BAGS with various COUSTUMES and PROPS poking out of them. He looks instantly excited.
Suddenly, he turns around and thrusts a BLOODY KNIFE in front of LARRY’S face as he screams. LARRY jumps and swerves the CAR, causing another CAR to BEEP its HORN.
LARRY Ahhhhhh! Leon! What the f**k are you doing?
LEON Pretty neat, huh? (He examines the toy weapon) Hey, what else you got?
LARRY I don’t know. Cheryl picked it up for the party and I haven’t got to look at it yet.
LEON turns around and starts rummaging through the BAGS.
LEON Stop the car, Larry.
LARRY What?
LEON Stop the car. I wanna see what we got?
LARRY I’m not gonna stop the car!
LEON Stop the car.
LARRY I’m not gonna stop the car!
LEON reaches over and tries to take control of the STEERING WHEEL as they tussle.
EXT. ROAD SIDE - NIGHT
Stood on the PAVEMENT dressed as a DEVIL, LEON encourages LARRY to come out from behind the BOOT of the CAR, where he is hidden.
LEON Let me see it, Larry.
LARRY I don’t know. I think it looks stupid. I’m self-conscious.
LEON Come on, Larry! It’s me! I wanna see.
SLOW, UNCERTAIN FOOTSTEPS as LARRY steps into view dressed as a GHOST, in a full-length GOWN and a WHITE POINTY HAT with HOLES cut out where his EYES are. LEON begins to laugh, and cannot stop.
LARRY Yeah-yeah. Laugh it up! Pedro breaks his promise and I end up looking like this!
Suddenly, LARRY looks to the other side of the street and sees TYRONE walking casually along by himself.
LARRY There he is. Leon! Leon! That’s the guy.
LEON (Clueless) What guy?
LARRY The guy! The burglar guy!
LARRY begins to quickly cross the street, still dressed in his OUTFIT.
LARRY (CONT’D) (Yelling) Hey! Hey!
Suddenly, TYRONE looks up. He is instantly worried by the sight of what appears to be somebody dressed as the KLU KLUX KLAN approaching him with haste.
TYRONE What the f**k?
Panicked, he instinctively runs away. LARRY begins to chase.
LARRY Hey! Tyrone! Come back here! I’m gonna get you!
LEON begins to chase.
LEON Hey! Larry! Larry! Don’t leave the car!
LEON stops and looks back to the CAR, which has been left wide open with the KEYS in the ignition. He runs back and closes the BOOT before closing the passenger DOOR and jumping into the driver’s seat.
He starts the engine, but by the time he looks up, LARRY and TYRONE are out of sight.
LEON Ah, s**t!
EXT. CROSSROADS - NIGHT
AIRIEL VIEW as TYRONE runs down a particular street. LARRY follows.
EXT. ROUGH NEIGHBOURHOOD - NIGHT
LARRY breathes hard as he chases.
LARRY (Aggressively) You can’t get away from me! I’m gonna catch you and I’m gonna kill you. Do you understand?
The yelling makes people begin to look out of their WINDOWS.
We see that the personnel that live in this rough neighborhood are all black, and they begin to step onto their doorsteps.
EXT. CROSSROADS - NIGHT
We see LEON arrive at the CROSSROADS in the CAR. He slows down ponderously, before choosing the wrong direction.
EXT. ROUGH NEIGHBOURHOOD/CUL-DE-SAC - NIGHT
Suddenly, TYRONE stops, as he has nowhere else to go.
LARRY stops near him, victorious and proud, before removing his mask. He waves his finger at the YOUTH as he smirks.
LARRY (Smugly) I told you I would get you!
Slowly, TYRONE breaks out into a wry smile.
TYRONE You came to the wrong place, old man.
With that, LARRY slowly looks around, realizing that scores of dangerous looking BLACK CITIZENS are shaking their head and frowning in disgust as they observe him.
Suddenly, LARRY looks down at his OUTFIT as it dawns on him how much trouble he’s in.
LARRY No!
He raises his hand as he tries to explain.
LARRY (CONT’D) (Pleads) This isn’t what it looks like. It was Pedro! He didn’t have my outfit. I’m a ghost! It’s for Halloween.
CITIZEN Get ‘im!
Yells a VOICE from the CUL-DE-SAC, forcing LARRY DAVID to run in the opposite direction.
EXT. CROSSROADS - NIGHT
Slowly, LEON is driving back in the opposite direction, and is about to turn down the correct street.
INT. CAR - NIGHT
LEON smiles as he sees LARRY running towards him in his GHOST SUIT.
LEON Eh! LD!
Suddenly, LEON’S eyes widen with fear as he shakes his head.
EXT. CROSSROADS - NIGHT
LARRY now has a LARGE ANGRY MOB closing in on him as heads for the CAR.
LARRY (Desperately) Leon! Leon!
INT. CAR - NIGHT
LEONS begins to breathe heavily.
LEON Ah, man. F**k that!
He slams his foot on the ACCELERATOR.
EXT. CROSSROADS - NIGHT
LARRY begins to tire as LEON speeds off into the distance.
Fade out:
Roll credits:
THE END
© 2011 Jody MedlandAuthor's Note
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Jody MedlandLondon, South East, United KingdomAboutI have written prolifically now for little over ten years, but always saw myself as more of a filmmaker than anything else. However, the last eighteen months has seen the creation of my first three.. more..Writing
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