Reply #30: I'm waiting, Michael! [View All]

[Peace Patriot]

Ext. Night. Boston Harbor.

An unmarked MOVING VAN backs up to within a few feet of the edge of a Pier. The black water of the harbor sparkles with starlight and lights from the city. The MOVING VAN DRIVER and TWO PASSENGERS, dressed as "Red Indians" (painted faces, feathers) get out of the truck, and--looking around surreptiously and finding that they are unobserved--open the back of the truck, to reveal: SEVERAL OTHER REBELS, dressed as "Red Indians," who silently lower the loading ramp, and walk or jump down, revealing the MOVING VAN'S cargo: A huge stack of DIEBOLD ELECTRONIC CENTRAL VOTE TABULATION MACHINES.

MUSIC RISING: "The Star-Spangled Banner."

The REBELS quietly, solemnly form a "fire bucket" line from the truck to the edge of the Pier, and begin dumping the DIEBOLD ELECTRONIC CENTRAL VOTE TABULATION MACHINES, one by one, into Boston Harbor.

SOUND: Splash! Splash! Splash!

MUSIC RISING: ("...the land of the free, the home of the brave...")

CUT TO: Same scene, a short time later. Quiet.

MS: The back of the MOVING VAN is now empty. The REBELS jump inside and pull up the loading ramp. The MOVING VAN DRIVER gives a thumb up to the REBELS in the back, and closes the rear van doors, as SEVERAL OF THEM give him the peace sign and happy grins.

Tracking: The MOVING VAN DRIVER and the TWO FRONT SEAT PASSENGERS enter the front of the truck and shut the doors. The MOVING VAN DRIVER starts the truck.

INT. TRUCK CABIN (S.S.)

FRONT SEAT PASSENGER #1: Next load!

The MOVING VAN DRIVER nods his head in a determined way, and begins driving the truck away from the Pier.

VOICES of REBELS IN THE BACK OF THE TRUCK: (Indian war dance whooping!)

THE TWO FRONT SEAT PASSENGERS take up the Indian war dance whooping, and whoop in unison with those in the back--wild, rebellious.

LS: THE MOVING VAN drives away from the Pier.

FADING SOUND: The Indian war whooping.

QUIET RISING SOUND: The end of the "Star-Spangled Banner."

AERIAL SHOT: THE MOVING VAN heading away from the Pier down an empty street....into the night.

THE END.

(Hey, Michael! It's all yours. I hereby relinquish all rights forever. Go for it! WAKE UP! Read DU! GET MAD AGAIN! And MAKE THIS MOVIE!)