The Goodtime Gang by Max Landis Max Landis
[email protected] Circle Of Confusion SLAM IN: EXT. EASTERN EUROPEAN WARZONE - CHAOS A depressed, gray city is under siege; a revolution has devolved into a chaotic street war, with rebels, the fascist army, and rioting civilians tearing up everything in sight. In the midst of this, a sexy electric blue Maserati suddenly whips around a corner, swerving through the city wildly. Behind it, gaining quickly, are two trucks full of furious looking men, taking potshots at the Maserati as they try to keep up. Driving the slick sportscar is SHAWN Shepherd, 23, handsome with sandy hair. If he had a spirit animal, it would be a mongoose. Next to him is GARRY Glick, 23, not as striking visually as Shaun but gifted with an undeniable charisma. His spirit animal would most likely be a badger. Bullets plink off the back of the maserati; an I-pod hooked into the stereo blasts Backstreet Boys. Bullets punch through and hit the stereo, killing the music. SHAWN OH MY GOD! Did they hit the I-pod? GARRY I- shit- no, it’s fine, thank christ- SHAWN Oh thank god! Do you have my phone? GARRY Yeah- SHAWN Did Kelly text me back yet? GARRY Did she what- SHAWN About this mess, dude- GARRY You texted her, I said call her- 2. SHAWN Dude- GARRY YOU TEXT CASUALLY, YOU CALL IN AN EMERGENCY! Another hail of bullets hits the car as they swerve around a corner, sending a soldier flipping over their hood. SHAWN Are those Nashmeker A-10s? GARRY No, they’re just AKs, Nashmeker’s would be going pop-pop-pop these got the AK clikyclikakclikyclak- SHAWN They are going pop-pop-pop- GARRY No listen clikyclikakclikyclak- SHAWN Pop-pop-pop- GARRY SHAWN clikyclikakclikyclak Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop- clikyclikakclikyclak pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop- clikyclikakclikyclak pop-pop- SHUT UP A MINUTE, JESUS! They both listen as the back window of the Maserati is blasted out with gunfire; “pop-pop-pop.” GARRY Holy shit, you’re right! Garry opens the sunroof, and climbs half way out.