Kirk Carter@ Chew Bear Productions@ Copyright 2014
BRAIN HARVEST (13)
If Walls Could Talk
Ext: Brian, Sydney, and the two Bowling Bimbos enter Tyrone's parking lot-10:45 p.m.
(Scene Switch)
Int: Police surveillance van parked right across street from Tyrone's, recording video of movement.
Klein
"Hey Harris, wake the fuck up, we got activity!"
Both looking at at monitor through telephoto lens, seeing Brian and Sydney taking passed out girls and throwing one a piece over their shoulders and walking them into Tyrone's apartment
Klein
"This might be what Davis has been waiting on...better call this in (getting on radio),
Jericho One to Klondike, you got your ears on 10-4?"
Agent Davis
"Yea?"
Klein
"Sir, I have two guys carrying in two females one over each shoulder into suspect's apartment, any response, 10-4?"
Davis
"What were they coming out of, 10-4"
Klein
"Looks to be a gray Toyota passenger van, 10-4?"
Davis
"Okay, let's move...at least we can find out what's going on...just maintain surveillance and wait for me to show up, 10-4?"
Klein
"Affirmative, Jericho One 10-6!"
(Scene Switch)
Tyrone, Brian, and Sydney trying to get semi-conscious girls on to cots and strapped down.
Tyrone
"Hey, what's with these bitches anyway...why they squirming like that...they need to be chatty and chillin, dude, how much did you give them?"
Brian
"None..."
Tyrone
"None?"
Sydney
"None, they're completely under the influence of Bud Light compliments of your local bowling alley."
Brian
"And, lot's of it...I say 10 beers a piece easy..."
Sydney
"I'd say 12 at about 4 percent...and knowing that girls assimilate..."
Tyrone
"I know, I know man...differently...but there's a reason for them to be trippin man, that penal nerve needs to be stimulated...without that, they won't be able to be given up anything...I can't keep their brains active without it!"
Brian
"What can you do?"
Tyrone
"Induce a drip, but they're not going to like the little prick they'll feel when I put the needle in..."
Sydney
"What about a shot of Red Label...that will get them sloshed...and quick, too?"
Tyrone
"Yea, that's not a bad idea...it might work, too...but they're still going to want to no know why I putting a needle in their arm...yea, make 'em a drink...hey girls?"
Sydney mixing a little Hawaiian Punch, some shroom juice, and a some Taaka Red Label 100 proof, trying to give it to Brenda-Girl #2
Brenda
"What the fuck is this...yuk?"
Sydney
"It will make you feel better, you had an accident...but everyone is okay!"
Brenda
"What about Debbie...is she still bowling?"
Sydney
"Yea, that's what happened...you both got hit in the head with a bowling ball...here, drink a little more, it's good for you!
(20 Minutes Later)
Girl #1
"And we're off to the races...racing Butterflies!"
Girl #2
"I Love you Brenda, did I tell you that...my favorite color is rainbow..."
Girl #1
"My favorite color is bright...and happy...like a smooth'y!"
Tyrone
"That's more like it, just put a little procaine on the arm, stick them I.V.'s in like nobodies business, life is good!"
Brian
"So, what are you shooting for with the Bowling Bambettes?"
Tyrone
"Thought we'd do some epinephrine, maybe some dopemen, with any luck we should be seeing a little wafer coming out of the centrifuge, after it gels through the pressure modulator with the corn starch and the citric acid...kind of solidifies and seals the proteins...get this shit...one wafer splits into 32 tabs, each with enough sedative to numb your ass for about 6 hours!"
Sydney
"So, what kind of market does this draw?"
Tyrone
"Those that like to feel nothing, skies the limit!"
(Scene Switch)
Across the street from Tyrone's apartment, vice squad officers start assembling.
Agent Davis leading the command gives last moment briefing.
"Okay men, we're not completely sure what we're dealing with here...but be alert to anything that might look at of place...go through as much property as you can, a fine tooth comb, keep your eyes on the floor...might be a booby trap, and please make a verbal command if anything looks suspicious!"
Officer Klein
"From what we witnessed earlier...we have three males and two females in the apartment, there's a rear window, so one of you cover that...otherwise good luck!
All the officers make there way across the street, some coming up the back alley.
All wearing dark outfits, with the word "Vice" and badges along with M-16's and 9 millimeter pistols, one officer with a battling ram, as they approach Tyrone's front door.
Agent Davis ringing buzzer, banging on door.
"Open up, New Orleans Police, vice squad, open up!"
(Scene Switch)
Tyrone just know trying to extract wafer off of machine with forceps onto a piece of dry ice looks up.
"What the fuck?"
Brian
"It's the them...what now?"
Tyrone
"Okay, be cool...here take the rest of this wafer out and set it on the ice...I'll go into the apartment and shut the door, keep everybody quiet...do what you can!"
(Scene Switch)
Officer Davis bangs again
"This is the New Orleans Police, open up or we will break the door down.
(Scene Switch)
Tyrone coming through hallway into his apartment, sliding hidden door taunt, which surfaces like just a series of bookshelves and floor planter holding a plastic palm tree, checking for transparency, Tyrone runs to door and opens it.
"Hello sir, may I help you?"
Agent Davis
"Yes, are you Tyrone Malory?"
Tyrone
"Last time I checked...that would be me...what's the visit for sir?"
Agent Davis
"We are serving a search warrant for your address concerning a smuggling and doping operation...undetermined..."
Tyrone
"Are you sure you have the right address?"
Agent Davis
"Yes, we've been staking you out for a while now...we know what we're doing..."
Tyrone
"Well, that's good to know...cause I would hate it if you were just out bored to death and decided to start wasting the taxpayers money!"
Officer's busily going through all of Tyrone's stuff, turning over baskets, drawers, looking behind paintings, pulling up fake palm tree.
Agent Davis
"Hey Klein...why don't you make Mister Malory here a little more comfortable and cuff him up...just so he doesn't get in the way...want you?"
Officer Klein
"Of course sir, no problem..."
Tyrone
"You know, I'm really not sure what this is all about...there must be some kind of miscommunication going on here...cause I think you'all just wasin your time!"
Agent Davis
"Let us be the judge of that...by the way, didn't you have company over here tonight?"
Tyrone
"Company...what company?"
Agent Davis
"We have video of two men and two women entering your premises?"
Tyrone
"Look, I don't know what you'all been smokin, but I just went to the store...check it out, van still warm...that be it!"
Officer walking up
"Agent Davis sir, we haven't located any other individuals in the bedrooms or bath, windows locked from the inside, what next?"
Agent Davis
"Check next door, maybe we got the wrong door or something?"
Officer
"Yes Sir!"
Going outside, the officer quickly see's that the door has been nailed shut, trying to look through window, all he see's is painting of bare room pressed up against the window, comes back to Tyrone's apartment.
Agent Davis
"Find anything?"
Officer
"No sir, room empty, door nailed shut...are you sure we have the right building?"
Agent Davis
"If I wanted your opinion...I would have...never mind!"
Officer
"Yes sir...I know, frustration...this has to be a let down, no body's shoulder to cry on...the whole weight of the world falling down on your shoulders, hopelessness, suicidal thoughts...
Agent Davis
"What's your name officer?"
Officer
"Getty sir!"
Agent Davis
"Getty...shut the fuck up...go sit in the car and play with yourself, your starting to annoy me!
Officer
"Yes sir, very good sir..."
Suddenly another officer going through refrigerator finds Thermos of partially drank shroom juice which Sydney accidentally put in there when they came in.
"Sir, this looks narcotic sir, smells odd?"
Agent Davis
"Bring it over here, we can pop a sample, check for opiate activity.
Pouring a little into sample cup, Davis sniffs it...
"Hmm, that smells like..."
Officer
"It's a murky red, looks like..."
Agent Davis
"Strawberry Kool-Aid...maybe Cherry?"
Tyrone
"You all got nothing man, that just my sport drink when I go jogging man...that my health juice!"
Agent Davis laughing
"Last time you probably been jogging is when you were chasing after coins falling out of peoples pockets..."
Tyrone
"What's that suppose to mean?"
Agent Davis
"It means that we couldn't substantiate your form of employment...how do you pay for this place, your not getting assistance, what's the deal?"
Tyrone
"My cousin Desi and Blade kick in while I pursue my studies!"
Agent Davis
"Desi and Blade...that's good, what are you studying...going for that Bachelor in Panhandling?"
All officers laughing.
Suddenly, little test bag starts turning blue.
Agent Davis
"Well, looky there, looks like you got something positive in the bottle?"
Tyrone
"That just the exotic proteins, they do that, like sesame seeds on buns...always show up positive...it ain't be real!"
Agent Davis
"Well, I don't know what to think...Klein...take him downtown for processing, and send the rest of this...whatever it is to the lab for further analysis, seal this place up, let's get out of here, it's getting late.
Tyrone
"You charging me with what...I ain't done nothing?"
Agent Davis
"At this point I have reason to believe this is a controlled or restricted substance, I can hold you for 72 hours if I want...if it turns out to be sesame seeds, some spaced out ooze from the moon, then you will be on your way with my apologies, otherwise, you can talk to the judge...understand?"
Tyrone handcuffed, briefly looking at sealed wall concedes
"Yes Sir..."
(30 minutes Later)
Final officer closing and locking door, taking yellow Police tape and sealing door.
(Scene Switch)
Brian and Sydney listening, ears against wall.
Both pulling away, looking at each other.
Sydney
"What do you think, are we trapped back here?"
Brian
"That's what it looks like...I mean there could be a trap door or something?"
Sydney
"I need to get a buzz or something going, this shit is gonna drive me crazy..."
Brian
"I think I'm gonna need a piece of one of them wafer's...this could be a long night..."
Sydney
"Save me a piece..."
(Scene Ends)
Klein
"Affirmative, Jericho One 10-6!"
(Scene Switch)
Tyrone, Brian, and Sydney trying to get semi-conscious girls on to cots and strapped down.
Tyrone
"Hey, what's with these bitches anyway...why they squirming like that...they need to be chatty and chillin, dude, how much did you give them?"
Brian
"None..."
Tyrone
"None?"
Sydney
"None, they're completely under the influence of Bud Light compliments of your local bowling alley."
Brian
"And, lot's of it...I say 10 beers a piece easy..."
Sydney
"I'd say 12 at about 4 percent...and knowing that girls assimilate..."
Tyrone
"I know, I know man...differently...but there's a reason for them to be trippin man, that penal nerve needs to be stimulated...without that, they won't be able to be given up anything...I can't keep their brains active without it!"
Brian
"What can you do?"
Tyrone
"Induce a drip, but they're not going to like the little prick they'll feel when I put the needle in..."
Sydney
"What about a shot of Red Label...that will get them sloshed...and quick, too?"
Tyrone
"Yea, that's not a bad idea...it might work, too...but they're still going to want to no know why I putting a needle in their arm...yea, make 'em a drink...hey girls?"
Sydney mixing a little Hawaiian Punch, some shroom juice, and a some Taaka Red Label 100 proof, trying to give it to Brenda-Girl #2
Brenda
"What the fuck is this...yuk?"
Sydney
"It will make you feel better, you had an accident...but everyone is okay!"
Brenda
"What about Debbie...is she still bowling?"
Sydney
"Yea, that's what happened...you both got hit in the head with a bowling ball...here, drink a little more, it's good for you!
(20 Minutes Later)
Girl #1
"And we're off to the races...racing Butterflies!"
Girl #2
"I Love you Brenda, did I tell you that...my favorite color is rainbow..."
Girl #1
"My favorite color is bright...and happy...like a smooth'y!"
Tyrone
"That's more like it, just put a little procaine on the arm, stick them I.V.'s in like nobodies business, life is good!"
Brian
"So, what are you shooting for with the Bowling Bambettes?"
Tyrone
"Thought we'd do some epinephrine, maybe some dopemen, with any luck we should be seeing a little wafer coming out of the centrifuge, after it gels through the pressure modulator with the corn starch and the citric acid...kind of solidifies and seals the proteins...get this shit...one wafer splits into 32 tabs, each with enough sedative to numb your ass for about 6 hours!"
Sydney
"So, what kind of market does this draw?"
Tyrone
"Those that like to feel nothing, skies the limit!"
(Scene Switch)
Across the street from Tyrone's apartment, vice squad officers start assembling.
Agent Davis leading the command gives last moment briefing.
"Okay men, we're not completely sure what we're dealing with here...but be alert to anything that might look at of place...go through as much property as you can, a fine tooth comb, keep your eyes on the floor...might be a booby trap, and please make a verbal command if anything looks suspicious!"
Officer Klein
"From what we witnessed earlier...we have three males and two females in the apartment, there's a rear window, so one of you cover that...otherwise good luck!
All the officers make there way across the street, some coming up the back alley.
All wearing dark outfits, with the word "Vice" and badges along with M-16's and 9 millimeter pistols, one officer with a battling ram, as they approach Tyrone's front door.
Agent Davis ringing buzzer, banging on door.
"Open up, New Orleans Police, vice squad, open up!"
(Scene Switch)
Tyrone just know trying to extract wafer off of machine with forceps onto a piece of dry ice looks up.
"What the fuck?"
Brian
"It's the them...what now?"
Tyrone
"Okay, be cool...here take the rest of this wafer out and set it on the ice...I'll go into the apartment and shut the door, keep everybody quiet...do what you can!"
(Scene Switch)
Officer Davis bangs again
"This is the New Orleans Police, open up or we will break the door down.
(Scene Switch)
Tyrone coming through hallway into his apartment, sliding hidden door taunt, which surfaces like just a series of bookshelves and floor planter holding a plastic palm tree, checking for transparency, Tyrone runs to door and opens it.
"Hello sir, may I help you?"
Agent Davis
"Yes, are you Tyrone Malory?"
Tyrone
"Last time I checked...that would be me...what's the visit for sir?"
Agent Davis
"We are serving a search warrant for your address concerning a smuggling and doping operation...undetermined..."
Tyrone
"Are you sure you have the right address?"
Agent Davis
"Yes, we've been staking you out for a while now...we know what we're doing..."
Tyrone
"Well, that's good to know...cause I would hate it if you were just out bored to death and decided to start wasting the taxpayers money!"
Officer's busily going through all of Tyrone's stuff, turning over baskets, drawers, looking behind paintings, pulling up fake palm tree.
Agent Davis
"Hey Klein...why don't you make Mister Malory here a little more comfortable and cuff him up...just so he doesn't get in the way...want you?"
Officer Klein
"Of course sir, no problem..."
Tyrone
"You know, I'm really not sure what this is all about...there must be some kind of miscommunication going on here...cause I think you'all just wasin your time!"
Agent Davis
"Let us be the judge of that...by the way, didn't you have company over here tonight?"
Tyrone
"Company...what company?"
Agent Davis
"We have video of two men and two women entering your premises?"
Tyrone
"Look, I don't know what you'all been smokin, but I just went to the store...check it out, van still warm...that be it!"
Officer walking up
"Agent Davis sir, we haven't located any other individuals in the bedrooms or bath, windows locked from the inside, what next?"
Agent Davis
"Check next door, maybe we got the wrong door or something?"
Officer
"Yes Sir!"
Going outside, the officer quickly see's that the door has been nailed shut, trying to look through window, all he see's is painting of bare room pressed up against the window, comes back to Tyrone's apartment.
Agent Davis
"Find anything?"
Officer
"No sir, room empty, door nailed shut...are you sure we have the right building?"
Agent Davis
"If I wanted your opinion...I would have...never mind!"
Officer
"Yes sir...I know, frustration...this has to be a let down, no body's shoulder to cry on...the whole weight of the world falling down on your shoulders, hopelessness, suicidal thoughts...
Agent Davis
"What's your name officer?"
Officer
"Getty sir!"
Agent Davis
"Getty...shut the fuck up...go sit in the car and play with yourself, your starting to annoy me!
Officer
"Yes sir, very good sir..."
Suddenly another officer going through refrigerator finds Thermos of partially drank shroom juice which Sydney accidentally put in there when they came in.
"Sir, this looks narcotic sir, smells odd?"
Agent Davis
"Bring it over here, we can pop a sample, check for opiate activity.
Pouring a little into sample cup, Davis sniffs it...
"Hmm, that smells like..."
Officer
"It's a murky red, looks like..."
Agent Davis
"Strawberry Kool-Aid...maybe Cherry?"
Tyrone
"You all got nothing man, that just my sport drink when I go jogging man...that my health juice!"
Agent Davis laughing
"Last time you probably been jogging is when you were chasing after coins falling out of peoples pockets..."
Tyrone
"What's that suppose to mean?"
Agent Davis
"It means that we couldn't substantiate your form of employment...how do you pay for this place, your not getting assistance, what's the deal?"
Tyrone
"My cousin Desi and Blade kick in while I pursue my studies!"
Agent Davis
"Desi and Blade...that's good, what are you studying...going for that Bachelor in Panhandling?"
All officers laughing.
Suddenly, little test bag starts turning blue.
Agent Davis
"Well, looky there, looks like you got something positive in the bottle?"
Tyrone
"That just the exotic proteins, they do that, like sesame seeds on buns...always show up positive...it ain't be real!"
Agent Davis
"Well, I don't know what to think...Klein...take him downtown for processing, and send the rest of this...whatever it is to the lab for further analysis, seal this place up, let's get out of here, it's getting late.
Tyrone
"You charging me with what...I ain't done nothing?"
Agent Davis
"At this point I have reason to believe this is a controlled or restricted substance, I can hold you for 72 hours if I want...if it turns out to be sesame seeds, some spaced out ooze from the moon, then you will be on your way with my apologies, otherwise, you can talk to the judge...understand?"
Tyrone handcuffed, briefly looking at sealed wall concedes
"Yes Sir..."
(30 minutes Later)
Final officer closing and locking door, taking yellow Police tape and sealing door.
(Scene Switch)
Brian and Sydney listening, ears against wall.
Both pulling away, looking at each other.
Sydney
"What do you think, are we trapped back here?"
Brian
"That's what it looks like...I mean there could be a trap door or something?"
Sydney
"I need to get a buzz or something going, this shit is gonna drive me crazy..."
Brian
"I think I'm gonna need a piece of one of them wafer's...this could be a long night..."
Sydney
"Save me a piece..."
(Scene Ends)
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