Okay, here is my script. No reviews/critiques yet. patiently waiting. It's rather short(page and a half, double spaced on Microsoft word). I am trying to get someone to notice it and make it a flash.
CPD(Chicago Police Department)
(Begin scene. Officer, overweight with a mustache and blonde hair, driving down the street in his patrol car. âEUoeCopsâEU like TV show is recording him and displays âEUoeSgt. PulaskiâEU)
Sgt Pulaski: Yeah, you know, uh..they say uh..the streets of Chicago here are tough. ItâEUTMs true, you know, I see stuff all the time you wouldnâEUTMt believe. People killinâEUTM people..uhâEU¦robbinâEUTM banks..uh..walkinâEUTM âEU~round with their pants sagging down their asses. Terrible stuff, I tell yaâEUTM. Now, most of what we cops here do is pretty routine, you know. ItâEUTMs not all murderers and drug dealers. Sometimes we get prostitutes or the occasional guy masturbating in public. Uh..you know, the normal stuff.(Looks forward and gets serious) Looks like we got ourselves a drunk driver(Turns siren on. Cut to scene of him talking to man outside his car window).
Sgt Pulaski: How are you doing today? See you were..uh..swervinâEUTM a bit there. License and registration please.
Man(wearing flannel shirt): Yes *hic* officer. Hold my beer please(hand Pulaski beer as he looks on suspiciously and wiggles mustache). HereâEU¦here you go. HeyâEU¦werenâEUTMt you in the Village People?
Sgt Pulaski:(looking at papers, ignoring that question) Okay, hold up. (goes away for a second. Inaudible background noises of Pulaski talking) Okay, so you know why I pulled you over, right?
Man: IâEUTMve been drinking.
Pulaski: Yes, thatâEUTMs it.
Man: Where did you put my beer?
Pulaski: DonâEUTMt worry about that. How much have you had to drink tonight?
Man:(looks at feet) Let me seeâEU¦.
Pulaski: What are you looking at?
Man: IâEUTMm counting the beer cans. (Pointing at ground) 9 beers!(Smiles looking accomplished).
Pulaski: Okay, step out please. Gonna give you a breathalyzer.
Man: Why, you donâEUTMt believe me? I swear IâEUTMm drunk, officer. I wouldnâEUTMt lie to you like that.
Pulaski: Step out of the car.
Man: (Steps out of the car, staggering) YouâEUTMre not going to check the trunk, are you?
Pulaski: (Looking suspiciously, walks towards drivers seat door and pops trunk, then walks to look in it) LetâEUTMs see here..
Man:(Looking scared, runs off) Oh noâEU¦I thought you wouldnâEUTMt check!
Pulaski: Damn it! How do drunk people run so damned perfectly all the time!(runs after him for a few seconds. Pan in on him running, panting) Stop..*caugh*âEU¦running..youâEUTMre only going to *wheeze*go to jail tired(Pulaski clutches heart and wobbles while he runs).
Man: AhhhâEU¦(trips and falls. Pulaski tackles him while trying to catch his breath)
(scene back at car. Man is in handcuffs)
Pulaski: Okay, why did you run? All you had back there was a Justin Bieber CD.
Man: I was just so ashamed..
Pulaski: And you were speeding and swerving! ThatâEUTMs a lot of time in jail. Would have just been a ticket and a night in the slammer, but you had to add resisting arrest to that.
Man: I wasnâEUTMt resisting a rest! I wanted to stop running and rest, I swear. I didnâEUTMt know that was a crime. Thought..thought this was a free country!
Pulaski: Yeah, I get it.
Man: Wait, I can explain everything. See, what happened was I was trying to pick up my heroin needle from the floor when this prostitute I was going to pay tonight called. Long story short *hic* the gun I have in there shot off and scared me and I started swerving. I swear! It was an accident!
Pulaski: Get in the car..
(Back in PulaskiâEUTMs car, âEUoeCopsâEU like scene again)
Sgt Pulaski: Yeah, itâEUTMs hard out there. ItâEUTMs harder when youâEUTMre stupid and all.
Man: (in background, barely audible) ItâEUTMs harder when youâEUTMre a fat cop
Pulaski: Just another day in Chicago.
(End scene with âEUoeChicagoâEU written in âEUoeCopsâEU theme)