Olitzky Cul de sac (2) (PDF)

FADE IN
INT. MARK’S BEDROOM - NIGHT
MARK and DARRELL sit next to each other on a couch with a
gap between them. They are both around 15, white, dressed in
grungy clothing. Mark has a mild black eye. Mark’s bedroom
is dim, posters everywhere, clothes on the floor. On the
large TV in front of them porn BLARES. They are both
masturbating under blankets. Darrell drinks a beer with one
hand and masturbates with the other. Darrell stops gets up
and changes the movie. Mark watches him.
MARK
What the fuck man.
DARRELL
This pansy shit isn’t doing it for
me.
Mark disgruntled, sighs heavily. Darrell switches the TV to
hardcore BDSM porn.
DARRELL
Now this is more like it!
MARK
Ah c’mon not this weird bondage
shit again.
DARRELL
Shut up faggot, Its great.
Darrell sits back down and begins to masturbate under the
blanket grinning and enjoying himself, beer still in hand.
Mark starts to roll a joint on the table. Darrell
aggressively cums under the blanket, contorting his body.
DARRELL
Ohhhh Yeah.
Darrell gets up and zips his pants. He swigs his beer and
burps.
DARRELL
By the way you’re out of beer.
Darrell drops the beer bottle on the floor. He sees the
joint Mark’s been rolling.
DARRELL
Let’s smoke that shit.

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EXT. MARK’S HOUSE - NIGHT
Mark and Darrell smoke a joint behind the house.
DARRELL
Why aren’t your parents ever home?
They ashamed of you?
Mark lets out a plume of smoke, and looks at the ground.
MARK
No, they’re working.
DARRELL
All the time?
MARK
Yeah.
DARRELL
Damn.
MARK.
Yeah.
Darrell grabs the joint out of Mark’s hand and takes a puff.
DARRELL
Whatever happened to that chick you
were with?
MARK
Theresa?
DARRELL
Yeah, Theresa.
MARK
I was never really with her. She
said I was a pussy.
DARRELL
Wasn’t wrong.
Mark doesn’t respond. After a lengthy pause Darrell puffs
the joint again.
MARK
You ever heard of the multiverse?
Darrell is half-paying attention.

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DARRELL
No.
MARK
It’s the idea that there are
infinite universes and in each
universe something is different,
all possibilities existing.
DARRELL
That’s some wild stuff man.
Darrell takes a puff of the joint. Mark stares off into the
distance.
MARK
You ever think about that shit?
DARRELL
Nah man. Its stupid.
MARK
Why?
DARRELL
What’s the point?
MARK
I dunno man, It’s just nice to
think about. In some other universe
we might be entirely different.
Darrell finishes the joint. Mark is still looking up.
DARRELL
Either way we’re still out of beer.
Darrell walks towards the car.
INT. MARK’S CAR - NIGHT
Mark and Darrell race down an empty Suburban street. The
night is pitch black other than street lights. Mark drives.
They approach a gas station.
DARRELL
Pull into this one.
MARK
I don’t know. I’ve heard they’re
pretty strict.

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DARRELL
It’s all bullshit, besides their
beer is the cheapest.
Mark turns into the parking lot.
EXT. GAS STATION - NIGHT
A GROUP of teenage GIRLS and BOYS stand outside of the gas
station talking to each other. They are about the same age
as Mark and Darrell. Mark and Darrell park and then get out
of their car.
MARK
Ah fuck.
DARRELL
What? Are those the assholes from
the park?
MARK
Yeah.
DARRELL
Fuck em.
Mark and Darrell walk up to the group. THERESA stands in the
crowd, tall, blonde, in a leather jacket. She looks at them
briefly but doesn’t acknowledge Mark, turning back to the
group of people. Darrell barrels through the group into the
store. GREG, from the group blocks Mark from walking in.
GREG
Good to see you again Mark. The
eye’s looking better.
Mark tries to keep walking but Greg stops him. Greg smiles
smugly, greasily.
GREG
What you can’t say Hi. I thought we
were pals.
MARK
Just let me go in.
GREG
I’ll tell ya what, buy me a beer, a
40 oz, and you got yourself a deal.
MARK
Fine.
Mark barely pushes past him and enters into the store.

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INt. Gas Station - night
Darrell leans with his back against the counter as Mark
retrieves the package of beers from the cooler. He eyes the
40 oz, sighs and grabs it. Mark walks up to the bored
CASHIER with the beer.
CASHIER
I.D.
MARK
Yeah one Sec.
Mark fumbles around in his pocket until he grabs the ID. The
Cashier eyes his hands. He hands the cashier the ID. The
cashier looks it over for a few moments.
CASHIER
How Old are you?
MARK
21.
The Cashier looks it over some more.
CASHIER
You’re 21?
DARRELL
What are you a retard? That’s what
he said.
MARK
Don’t Call him that.
DARRELL
A retard?
MARK
Yeah it’s insensitive.
DARRELL
Fuck you.
The cashier hands him back the ID.
CASHIER
Look man I can’t sell you booze.
This is a fake ID.
MARK
Seriously?
Darrell turns around.

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DARRELL
Are you fucking serious?
CASHIER
Yeah I’m sorry guys I could lose my
job.
DARRELL
Well wouldn’t that be a shame to
lose your job at that gas station.
C’mon man sell us the beer.
The cashier stares at Darrell.
MARK
I fucking told you man, Let’s just
go.
Mark puts his hand on Darrell’s shoulder. Darrell pushes it
off and slams his fist on the counter.
DARRELL
NO fuck this.
The Cashier backs off a little bit. Darrell grabs the
package of beer and starts to walk to the exit. The Cashier
leans over and pushes a button under the counter. Mark
watches the cashier do this but doesn’t say anything.
After a moment Mark starts to follow Darrell. Darrell grabs
the door handle but its locked and it won’t open.
DARRELL
What the fuck? Its locked!
Mark stops in his tracks. Darrell runs over to the counter,
hops it and grabs the cashier by his collar.
DARRELL
Unlock the door Fucker.
CASHIER
I can’t.
Darrell lifts his fist up.
DARRELL
I swear to fucking god man, unlock
the door.
MARK
Let go of him.
Darrell looks at Mark.

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DARRELL
Or what?
Mark doesn’t say anything or move. The cashier is terrified.
CASHIER
Please just let me go.
Darrell punches the cashier in the face knocking him to the
ground.
MARK
Fuck dude!
Darrell hops back over the counter. Marks runs around to the
cashier and kneels over to check on him. Darrell picks up a
trash can. Mark notices.
MARK
No, don’t man!
Darrell heaves it at the window. It bounces off. Mark sits
next to the knocked out cashier putting his hands on his
head.
MARK
Fuck. We’re gonna get arrested.
Darrell continues scrambling around the store, trying to
find anything to help them.
DARRELL
No we’re not!
A siren can be heard nearby, Mark slumps to the ground.
MARK
Fuck. We’re gonna get arrested.
Darrell is still frantically searching for anything that can
help. A cop car screeches up in front of the store, red and
blue streaming in through the windows. Upon seeing this Mark
starts to crawl around the corner behind the counter. A COP
gets out of the car and approaches the door. Darrell stands
in the center of the store. The cop opens the door. He is
calm but a little bit annoyed, he saunters in.
COP
All right kid funs over. You’re
under arrest.
Darrell stands glued to his spot, eyeing the cop intensely.

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DARRELL
Fuck you.
The cop sees the cashier laying on the ground. He picks up
his radio and says a code into it. He puts his hand over his
gun, and starts to slowly walk toward Darrell.
COP
For your own good, please
cooperate.
DARRELL
Cooperate with this!
Darrell grabs a beer and chucks it at the cop.
COP
Fucking little shit!
The cop rushes Darrell and tackles him. Darrell struggles
against him in a violent wrestling match. Finally the cop
pins him. Darrell is still flailing.
DARRELL
Where the fuck are you Mark! Help
Me you pussy!
Mark sticks his head out from behind the counter to see
what’s happening. Darrell has been handcuffed and is being
slowly dragged by the Cop, still resisting. Mark notices
that all of the kids who are we’re outside are now staring
through the window, including Theresa and Greg. Mark
breathes heavily and stands up.
DARRELL
Goddamit Mark!
Mark grabs the 40 oz off of the counter. He slowly walks up
Darrell and the cop. He lifts the beer up over the cop as he
wrestles Darrell. Mark looks out the window and makes eye
contact with Theresa. Greg has his arm around her. She is
staring at him eyes wide. He smashes the beer bottle on the
cop’s head. The cop crumples to the ground.
The kids outside start to scatter. Theresa is the last one
standing there, staring at Mark until Greg pulls her hand
and they run off. Darrell looks up at Mark in disbelief.
DARRELL
Holy shit dude.

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The cop lays on the ground, blood slowly spilling from his
head. Mark stares at him, and then looks to his hand,
bleeding from the sliced bottle. His eye’s go wide,
recognizing what he’s done.
MARK
Holy shit.
Multiple SIRENS blare in the distance.
FADE TO BLACK.