Louis Pearlman
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Vancouver, British Columbia V6T 1W9 (604)224-1225 |
INT. ori's room- DUSK
ORI is a scrawny looking 14-year-old boy. He sits at his computer wearing typical upper middle class preppy clothes. WE HEAR aggressive mainstream rap music playing in his room. He opens up a chat program called "mIRC" and enters the chat room called #chat_connection. His handle is <Da-G>. He types:
<Da-g>
word
INT. DOUG'S OFFICE CUBICLE - SAME
DOUG, a middle aged guy sits at his office desk. Pictures of his dog and mother sit on the relatively sparse desk. He obviously should be working (the only other objects on his desk other than the pictures are folders), be he too is in the chat room. He types:
<bossman>
G! Hiiiii! How r u?
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INT. ori'S ROOM - SAME
<da-G>
Im kewl. How wuz yr day?
<bossman>
I'm still at my office. Gotta work late. But I've got to get this project done.
<da-g>
shit u sure do work hard!!!
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INT. DOUG'S OFFICE CUBICLE - SAME
Doug's boss: MRS. WOLKOWITZ enters the cubicle. She is an older woman with a stern disposition.
mrs. wolkowitz
(irritated)
Doug! How are the Esso documents going?
Doug
They're coming along, Mrs. Wolkowitz. I'm working on them as fast as possible.
Mrs. wolkowitz
I'm not paying you overtime to just sit at this desk. I'll expect them first thing in the morning.
doug
I'll try my hardest to have them done.
Mrs. wolkowitz
That's what I'm paying you for!
Mrs. Wolkowitz exits into her office. Doug reads what has been added to his computer monitor.
<Da-G>
Doug, where r u? Where the hell did u go?
Doug then types:
<bossman>
My boss just wanted 2 ask me a question.
<Da-G>
u suck man. Im a drug dealer in da hood. Im my own boss!
<bossman>
I'd never want yr job, man!!!
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int. ori's room - same
Ori sits bobbing his head to his rap music as it swells to a very high level. Ori sighs.
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ext. "the hood" dream sequence - day
Ori is walking through "the hood" with his POSSE of 2 or 3 other guys like he owns the place. He is a gangster in all his slimy glory, with gold chains dangling from his neck and real ghetto ware hanging from his wiry frame. He another RANDOM GANGSTER who accidentally bumps into him.
Ori
You dissin' me, G? You dissin' me?
Ori pulls out a gun and shoots the other drug dealer an insane amount of times.
ori
(directly to the camera)
Word.
WE HEAR a phone ringing. It swells as we
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int. ori's room, reality - same
A PHONE is ringing next to Ori's computer. He picks it up.
ori
Hello, this is Ori Wolkowitz speaking.
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int. mrs. wolkowitz's office - same
Mrs. Wolkowitz is talking on the phone. We notice that she has a picture of her and Ori on her desk.
Mrs. Wolkowitz
Hey honey, I just wanted to remind you that I'm going to be working late at the office tonight, so make yourself a sandwich or something for dinner, OK?
ori
(VO over phone)
Yeah mom. OK. I will.
Mrs. Wolkowitz
All right. Bye honey!
Mrs. Wolkowitz hangs up the phone and looks around her room and outside her door to make sure no one is watching her. She enters the mIRC chat program. Her nickname is <viXen>. She enters a chat room called #hot_love. <DaG> is in there along with a bunch of other people.
<vixen>
Hey. a/s???
<dag>
20, M, 8" uncut. U?
<vixen>
18, F, blond hair. Wanna fuck?
<daG>
yeah.
A separate chat window opens up for just <DaG> and <viXen>.
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montage
WE SEE some quick flashes of the words that ORI and MRS. WOLKOWITZ are typing. WE SEE "body", "sex", "hard" and others. Interspersed with the text is a fantasy scene of a SEXY MAN and SEXY WOMAN lying provocatively on a bed and shots of Ori and Mrs. Wolkowitz typing furiously. The sequence ends with a knock at Mrs. Wolkowtiz's door.
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int. Mrs. Wolkowitz's office - same
DOUG enters the room. MRS. WOLKOWITZ quickly turns off her monitor. She appears frazzled.
Doug
I'm going down to get a sandwich. Do you want anything?
mrs. wolkowitz
No thanks. I'm fine.
doug
OK
Doug exits.
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int. doug's office cubicle - same
Doug swings by his cubicle to get his wallet. He reads his computer screen.
<daG>
good luck tonite.
Doug sighs.
Doug
I love the Internet.
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int. mrs. wolkowtiz's office - same
Mrs. Wolkowitz sits contently at her desk.
mrs. wolkowitz
Thank God for the Internet.
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int. ori's room - same
Ori looks frazzled after his "encounter"
ori
The 'net is da bomb!
The end