Get Got Script

Get Got

By Cody Hartke – Weliky

Scene 1.

Small bedroom, clothes everywhere, random sneakers thrown about. TV on, but left at a DVD menu as if the movie was left on overnight, because he fell asleep to it.

First shot, of the back of someone’s head, and it turns over to reveal that it’s a kids head, then there’s a loud knock at the door. A black teenage male sits up off of the floor, rubbing his eyes and groggily looking around.

B: What? Time?

The clock says 8:00 in the morning

B: Damn.

Stands up, walks to the door, opens it.

B: Wat up, my kid was sleeping.

LL: Where’s the rent.

B: What do you mean

LL: Rents due today.

B: You never collect it this soon, so I don’t have anything on me right now.

LL: I warned you. I knew this was gonna happen, you’re always late with it.

B: So why would you ask for it early? Whatever, I’ll have it tomorrow or the next day.

LL: Tomorrow.

B: Sure.

Door closes, B flips off the door as he walks away. Sits down on the bed, flips open the phone, dials his friend.

Employer: Yo.

B: You got that job still, I need to come up over night bro.

Employer: Nah.

B: What you mean?

Employer: My mans needed it more.

B looks down at his son, looks around his room. As if to say, more than me?

B: You said it was a definite whenever I needed it, I need it now.

Employer: Can’t help you.

Click

B mouths fuck.

Flips open phone again. Holds his head in hands, as if contemplating something large, coming upon a difficult choice.

Damn.

Looks down at his son.

B: yo I need this money..asap..
B flips through phone book and dials his cousin C.

C: Yo.

B: Bro. I might get kicked out of my apartment.

C: For what.

B: Can’t pay the rent.

C: What you mean, c’mon I hear this same thing every month, what you trippin bout..

B: Not this time, it’s due early.

C: Is that legal?

B: Don’t matter I ain’t got the time to fight a case.

C: Oh…

Silence

C: You know there is one way. Somebody gotta get got cuz

B: Im hip.

C: get somebody for their pockets, then give that to me ill flip it for somethin to help the bills. Better him then you right?

Bryan mouths fuck again

B:…. I’m in..

C: Iight, glad you came to your senses, ill get up wit you later today right now I gotta take care of sumthin.

B: Iight, meet me at the station.

C: 3 right?

B: Yep, you know the format.

C: Like old times..huh (name)

B: Yeah. Well, don’t get too comfortable.

Click.

Scene 2: The two meet up, and find a corner to chill at, by a cut where they can surprise somebody.

B: Here’s how it goes down..i catch somebody slippin we hem em up get this money in and out…no talkin ..no extra force just in and out..

C: What you mean no estra force you sound a lil scared you sure you tryna do this?

B: who called you up for this shit. I knew if I called you it would have came to this. What you think I’m stupid, I know how you think. So stop questionin me and play you positiion
C: you stay buggin on me, I make a simple com…(inturpted)

B: PLAY YOUR POSITIoN!

C: Iight.

C runs up the stairs, and B post up and acts like he’s waiting for someone, which he is…

Time lapse of Bryan sitting there, waiting, C relaxing around the corner.
All of a sudden we see a shot from B’s angle, with the door opening. We see S walk out, and around the corner, absorbed in typing on his sidekick. You see his watch, ipod, etc.

Bryan immediately wakes up out of his daydream, he’s the perfect target. He whips out his phone, types a simple message, like im there, sends it.

We see a shot of C get the message, and is alert. He waits. B follows the kid around the corner, after he is sure he’s goin the right route. Shouts now when the kid is at the top of the stairs. C grabs him by the hoodie, slams him against the wall, and tells him to put his hands up.

Puts the knife in the kid’s mouth.

C: Yo, you seen batman? Lets put a smile on that face (lol)

C: you know whattime it is. I want it all

B hesitates, as if thinking it over at the last minute, unsure if he wants to make the final plunge.

C: Yo, what you doin. (hisses)

C picks up the bag he had laying down, and tells B to hold it. As C holds the knife to the kids throat, he goes through the kid’s pockets, shoving things into the bag. Then he turns to C, looks him dead in the eye. Yo this dude’s loaded!

C: sucker, you aint even try to fight..you deserved it..fuck outa here!

The kid runs off, and C turns to B.

C: Yo man that sucker had it commin for real, did you see his face? (doing impressions)

B: Yo whats wrong with you? You talk too much for real..aiet we got to go, wont be too long for them blue and whites show up..
(handshake)

C walks off. B leans up against the wall. Looks to the side obviously feeling sick with himself.

Scene 3

Follows S as he stumbles down the street in a daze, looking over his shoulder every two seconds, not really knowing where he is going. His heart is pounding in his chest. Checks his pockets, all he has is a few odd coins and a pencil. No bus pass to hop on anything.

There is a time lapse shot of him walking down the street as he goes home, he can’t take the bus.

He walks into his apartment, it’s a mess, there’s clothing everywhere, plates on tables, it’s a pig sty.

M: Hey, why are you home so late?

S: Don’t bother me right now, ma, just not now, please.

M: No, what’s the matter, why is your face so read, where’s your ipod? And where’s the groceries I told you to buy on the way home from school?

S: I left it at school.

M: You left the groceries at school?

S: No…My ipod.

M: So where’s the groceries?

S: The money’s in my wallet…(not thinking, he’s still out of it) Pads his pockets

M: Don’t tell me you lost the money, are you serious? What’s the matter with you S, you’re such a screw up, just like your good for nothing father.

S: Whatever mom.

M: It’s true, and if you keep going the way you’re going, you’ll end up just like him.

S: Mom, you sound like a movie.

M:…

Walks up the stairs slowly, and opens the door, walks in and shuts it, lays down on his back, rubs his head.

Thinking…He paces his room, thinking, sometimes turning to punch his wall. He feels like the ultimate victim. Then he comes to a conclusion.

He sits down on his bed and flips open his phone, calls his friend.

S: Yo

F: What up

S: Yo, somebody just got me.

F: What you mean

S: Somebody got me the only way to get someone.

F: Word? What you tryin to do about it.

S: I need to make some dough bro, quick.

F: So what you wanna do?!

S: I say its time for me to catch someone. Good and quiet.

F: I never heard you like this before.

S: Look..not only did I lose the money for my moms groceries I lost all the money I’ve been saving to get that camera. Ive been saving for 7 months for that thing, I was on my way to go pick it up..

F:so…..

S: So…

F: What?

S: You in?

F: Really?...Damn, guess I gotta tag along make sure you don’t mess nothin up.

S: Glad to hear you comin to your senses.

F: Whatever. If you call the smart you must have already lost it.

S:

F: Alright.

Look of “wtf”

The End