Scene 1 Prodigal Jenny. a working title.

Scene 1 Prodigal Jenny. a working title. all rights reserved
By Christian Flores-Cordova
Christianfedor@yahoo.com.au
Fade in.
Ext.  Mid-day. Street Corner, Big Jewelry Business is around the corner where an Armaguard truck is waiting for a pickup.

Jennifer Duran is walking her sexy little body towards a street corner, approaching the Armaguard truck, while she pulls a small traveling suitcase.
Two security guards wait in the truck for the pick up, they notice  Jennifer.
JENNIFER DURAN(V.O.)
Sometimes I think I am addicted to this shit. But is got to end sometime, the sooner the better. Just one more hit and Clarence and I can get a proper life. Oh sweet, sweet life. Almost there, the truck is just in place, right on time. These town folk sure are predictable.
OK just like before, better put on my game face for these dopes.
John “Sniper”
Com buzz:Checking in. Eye in position, Jenn, on my mark 3,2, 1. GO!.
Talking to Jennifer using an CS communication, from a building of unknown location.
Gets his Sniper rifle ready, the sound of the pieces being put together can be heard over Jennifer’s earpiece.

JENNIFER DURAN (V.O.)
Right.
JENNIFER DURAN
Trips over ( She burst a small bag of paint resembling blood)and appears to hurt her knee, and stays on the ground until the guard on the passenger side gets out of the truck to check on her.
The handle of the suitcase appears to have come lose from the case.

INT. GUARDS TALKING INSIDE OF TRUCK.
Guard 1
Hey Bill, check it out, that chick just took the massive tumble, she’s freaking hot man, fuck me!, she’s full bleeding.
Guard 2 “BILL”
Huh?, wait a second?, that is my Jenny out there, that’s my baby girl but how?.
I am getting out!.

GUARD 1
Where are you going?, you can’t get out here, there’s a job to do man.
GUARD 2 “BILL”
Shut your fucking mouth, it’s my last day anyways.
Opens left hand side door and gets out of truck.
JENNIFER DURAN (V.O.)
Here he comes…..
GUARD 2 “BILL”
Jenny is that you?, baby girl I’d recognize your face anywhere, I am your Pa.
JENNIFER DURAN
What?.
Stunned with surprise. Lifts her head to look at the guard calling her by her first name.
Dad?.
GUARD 1
Yo Bill! it’s you last day so Fuck you too!
As he yells to Bill, a bullet whistles and cuts the air and splatters the Guard 1’s head like a smashed watermelon against the side of the Truck, giving it an instant  paint job his  headless body jerks about on the ground like a doomed fish.
GUARD 2 “BILL”
What was that?!.
With a great gasp while his eyes roll in his head, quickly turns head around to look at the truck and is also shot in the chest falling awkwardly on the sidewalk.
JENNIFER DURAN
Dad!, you killed DAD!.
whimpers and sobs as she looks at the guards left hand and recognizes a ring she saw a long time ago.
She sees the “J” for Jennifer. She realizes this is her father that she had not seen 15 years.
John “Sniper”

Radio crackles…Dad? WTF!?, you never said you had a family.
Get back in Line!
Or ELSE! Do you hear me Jenn?!
JENNIFER DURAN
Fuck you John this is over!
JOHN “SNIPER”
Bitch!!!! You are over.
Screams and begins to fire wildly at Jennifer.
JENNIFER DURAN
In an amazing feat of agility, she rapidly flips her entire body around like a top grabbing as she turns twice in quick sequence, the handle from the suitcase, suitcase fly open, magazine cases swing in the air heavy with shells. She snaps them and locks them into the handle. Revealing and unusual machine-gun design.
She fires in the general direction of John as she rushes to a motorcycle jammed between to cars.
Incredibly she hits the window where John is firing from.
JOHN “SNIPER”
Argh !
He ducks and stops firing as glass from the window pane drops and slashed his face.
JOHN “SNIPER” (V.O.)
This bitch is gonna die.
Punches the floor as blood pours out of his face and onto the linoleum of the small rundown  apartment. He gets up and rushes to the door and flys down the stairs, snoopy old lady squeals in fright at seeing the large man touting the large weapon and slams her door shut.
JENNIFER DURAN
Is flying on her small bike, police sirens in the background quickly become faint, but a voice still is heard on her ear piece.
JOHN “SNIPER”
Jenn you Cunt, I will find you. You owe me Big!.
Talks on his Com to Jennifer, as he leaves the back of the building and scans for his car.
JENNIFER DURAN (V.O.)
You owe me my dad, you bastard.
Speeding away from the scene.
Fade out.

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Key moments and Script

I thought that may be if I drew the scenes that I have in my head I would be able to solidify my story in a more continuous and rapid manner as there is very little time left for its handing in….gulp.

Jennifer's dad is shot. She had not seen her dad since she was 10, when she met a man that came to her school and gave her a ring to remember him by. She never saw him again until this moment.

Jennifer’s dad is shot. She had not seen her dad since she was 10, when she met a man that came to her school and gave her a ring to remember him by. She never saw him again until this moment.

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Jennifer's dad is shot. She had not seen her dad since she was 10, when she met a man that came to her school and gave her a ring to remember him by. She never saw him again until this moment.

Jennifer’s dad is shot. She had not seen her dad since she was 10, when she met a man that came to her school and gave her a ring to remember him by. She never saw him again until this moment.

Scene 1 Prodigal Daughter

Fade in.

Ext. Street Corner a Bank is around the corner where a Armaguard is waiting a pickup.

Mid-day.

Jennifer Duran is walking her sexy little body towards a street corner, approaching the truck, while she pulls a small traveling suitcase.

Two security guards wait in the truck for the pick up, they notice Jennifer.

Jennifer Duran (V.O.)

Sometimes I think I am addicted to this shit. But is got to end sometime, the sooner the better. Just one more hit and Clarence and I are set for life. Oh sweet, sweet life.Almost there, the truck is just in place, right on time.

Ok just like before, better put on my game face for these fuckers.

John Sniper

Talking to Jennifer using an CS communication, from a building of unknown location.

Gets his Sniper rifle ready, the sound of the pieces being put together can be heard in Jennifer earpiece.

Com buzz:Checking in. Eye in position, Jenn on my mark steady 3,2, 1. GO!.

BIOMUTE

BY JOHN DESMOND WOODS AKA CHRISTIAN FLORES CORDOVA

SCENE 1:

EXTR:Establishing shot

Massive and menacing American cargo plane flies through the
clouds.
Cam slow zoom towards plane.
INTER:

Plane Crew at their stations, radio blurs military
and comm jargon in the background.

Camera dolly moves through the cabin towards the back of the
plane, pass computers systems gas canister, tubing and
freezing equipment and reaches the cargo bay, a large cargo
of bio- hazardous material appears to be under very cold
freezing conditions for safety. Some warning labels can be
seen and small functional lights flashing intermittently on the containment equipment.

Cam:

Character Treatment Jennifer Duran

Jennifer Duran

26 years of age

Dark Brown hair.

Dropped school and ran away.

Has no children, no meaningful relationships with anyone.

Adoptive parents do not speak to her, in fact they fear her.

She was problem child.

Once her real dad stalked her school and almost told her she was her real dad, she is aware of this,

hates her adoptive parents sees them as fakes.

Physically:

 

Tall, slender very athletic woman extremely attractive.

Very intelligent and quick witted.

Technology wise and dirty street fighter.

She is a walking contradiction, loves children but is afraid of them or becoming connected with anyone in a meaningful way, dreads rejection.

She fears her deep emotions.

Has a lot of rage deep inside her which she channels through crime.

 

She puts together robberies along side 3 other criminals.

They have never been caught and believe they will never be.

 

She wished to meet her real father one day but has almost given up as she would be an embarrassment to him if he knew what she did for a living.