Sunday, December 18, 2011

Split Deposit, An Original Screenplay By Mark Anthony Given, Vol. I, No. II


Mark is seen getting out of a new car with paper license plates leaves his car by the entrance still running and goes straight to the lobby.


Michael Weeks, reservation please, checking in


Just a moment please.


Room 119 here we are sir. Have a nice stay with us.


Large, expansive hotel on ground floor fancing the back of a bank and direct view into the drive thru bank tellers. Mark is seen coming out of the shower as the room service arrives, he instructs them to place items on table and signs the clip board and drops it on the bed and turns away picking up a five dollar bill from the desk top and gives it to the person who leaves.  Most of the food is eaten, beds a wreck, bottle of pain pills on the counter between the large double beds. One bed remains untouched. Mark is seen looking thru the curtains at the teller window across the way. In underwear and t-shirt he is seen getting up on the counter in the bathroom and gently removing the corner of a drop ceiling tile and reaches up and brings down a clean brown paper bag, replaces the tile and drops back down on the floor and dumps its contents out onto the messed up bed and jumps in the bed cross legs to examine the items.

Mark is seen jumping out of the bed after putting a joint in the ash tray and begins straitening up all his things which look like someone who knows how to travel. Organizes his shoes, items on the counter, jumps up the check his hair in the mirror, does a little shadow boxing and jumps back in the bed, cross legged he begins looking at the items anew.

Bobby Blue Bland, I Just Got to Know soundtrack.

We see are protagonist cross legged in the bed he empties a smaller paper bag (no finger prints) onto the bed reveals a ½ inch of 20 dollar bills in a single rubber band. The next envelope contains fine brand new check books, multi colored, all smelling of money.  A third bag contains a small bag of pot and rolling paper. Mark opens his leather case and five checks fall onto the bed. Mark grabs one and jumps up and turns the volume down and the TV to a station with snow and is seen taping the check to the screen and then takes a blank piece of white copy paper over the check and is seen copying the signature projected thru the TV screen. In his underwear smoking a joint with his headphones on, a large portable air cleaner at both ends of the room. At intervals we see Mark jumping around watching TV on his own TV, several different sporting events, and girls wrestling, with Mark practicing each of the signatures and making out numerous checks which are all divided in the phone books at the page of that bank. Five stacks of five checks each in five different banks. Mark is seen practicing his greeting the bank tellers in the bathroom mirror with a big open smile.  Practicing how the ledger looks with different suits on, different sunglasses.


The room is immaculate, looks like he just checked in with his cloths neatly organized, bath towel’s at the ready, only the bathroom light on with the door slightly cracked provides little light as Mark is seen reaching for the phone.


4 am Wake up please.19 right.

Right. Thank you

In the large bed that had never been disturbed we see are principle up close with a slight smile on his face.


We see Mark dressed to the Nines, sitting  at the table by the door, everything’s in the car outside the door idling, his feet up on the other chair, his shirt out to keep it perfectly crisp, he sits reading Gideon’s Bible at Psalms 19 with the door open with housekeeping cart and the interstate nearby.


We see Mark pull into a underground parking garage which turns out to be a another bank drive thru. We witness the entire transaction until Mark is seen pulling out of the underground garage into the mid-morning traffic where we see banks on every corner.


Mark is seen at the teller window with a stern middle aged, grey haired women.


Isn’t there something you can check?


Alright hold on.

The teller is seen looking at the computer and then goes into a back room and comes right back out without making eye contact. She returns to Mark and is seen counting out the money and then walks over to the computer on the back counter and begins fanning the keyboard with the money.


Is there something wrong?


No. The computer is hot; it will be just a minute.

Mark is seen looking around concerned.


Yeah, just deposit that, I got to go.


It’ll be just a second?


Mark is seen leaving the bank quickly but not urgent. We follow Mark thru the parking lot, into the next business parking lot, cuts thru parking lot into the next street over we begin to hear police sirens in the background as Mark disappears around the corner and is seen removing clothing items.


From a distance we see a young man without shirt, black shorts and black running shoes and head phones. Looking like many in the upscale neighborhood. As the jogger appears we see it is Mark with sunglasses, smiling he runs right past us. Hot and sweaty we notice for the first time how seriously rock hard he, we feel him go by but noticeably absent of draft. Light sweat, breathing thru his nose we follow him a half a block where he quickly stops and without looking around we see him bend down and pick up a set of keys next to the tree in the plants. The tree lined street is lined with upscale cars as we approach we can’t see thru the tinted windows, we hear the car purr to life and quietly disappear into traffic.

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