Here's some writing samples. These were written predominately for Shawn Zeytinoglu with Radke Films (and for Doug & Serge), Max Knies at Greencard Productions, and others.
Here's a project with Zeytinoglu (Director) for a film festival in Toronto. The idea was to take a viral video and put it in a dramatic script. The original script is below, along with another proposed script for the
INT. SHITTY MOTEL ROOM - DUSK
A FIDGETING LEG out of focus in the foreground. A MAN (mid 40s) lying face down on the bed in the background. There’s blood on the white sheets. His arm dangles off the side of the bed. We can see a TATTOO on his arm. A depiction of a GIANT TOOTH.
We hear muffled HOUSE MUSIC through the wall coming from the room next door. Loud constant beat.
We hear someone off camera do a couple LINES OF COKE (presumably it’s the person with the fidgeting leg).
A KNOCK on the door.
DAVID, 30s, who looks like he’s been stabbed and sweating profusely, gets up. He checks the EYEHOLE.
It’s BETTY, 20s. Attractive but looks good but motions for him to hurry it up. She’s carrying a DUFFEL bag and wears sunglasses.
He opens the door. She comes in.
She immediately closes the door, locking all the locks.
I didn’t feel anything.
She steps past him. She takes in the whole scene. She sees the television is on (no sound), the blinds are open, and there’s the body on the bed which is covered in blood. In fact, blood’s everywhere.
She picks up something that looks like an internal body part.
Quick series of cuts (re AFTER HOURS burn book).
Jesus, baby. You don’t look good.
David looks down at his gooey stab wound.
Uhhh... I feel funny.
No shit. I think that’s where a kidney was.
David throws up a bit.
Betty takes a GARBAGE BAG out of her Duffel bag. She flaps it open.
We’ve got get you outta here.
Is this real life?
Betty takes some FRESH CLOTHES for David out of her bag.
Here, put these on.
He struggles to put them on.
Okay, now... Okay now I have two fingers.
She starts to gather the bloody sheets, awkwardly maneuvering around the body, stuffing anything with blood on it into the garbage bag.
How can this all be your blood?
I have four fingers.
David’s putting on his shirt. He struggles. His head gets stuck.
I can’t see anything.
She helps him put the shirt on.
Stop it, you’re acting like a little kid.
David stares at the TV and starts to bob his head to the beat of the house music next door. He gets going, then starts to wobble and... SCREAMS.
Betty rushes over to him and puts her hand over his mouth to stop the screaming.
The PHONE RINGS.
Betty just stares at it.
It’s stops ringing after 4 rings.
David closes his eyes. He opens them.
I don’t feel tired.
Good, ‘cause we gotta go.
She gathers everything she can. She pulls a dress from under the body and sweeps things on the dresser en masse into her bag. David takes a drink from a bottle of rum. He grimaces.
There’s some COCAINE on the counter. Betty does a line then pushes the rest into the garbage bag.
David stares into the mirror.
Do I have stitches?
Do I have stitches?
David checks his teeth.
On my teeth?
Betty grabs his face and looks lovingly at him. She takes the bottle and puts it down.
You need to help me. We need to go. Right fuckin now.
He squeezes her right boob. She swats his hand away.
Why can’t I touch it?
David sits down. She SLUGS him in the arm.
He just looks back, a total mess.
(rolls her eyes)
The PHONE RINGS AGAIN. Betty looks at it nervously. She puts on her sunglasses. David sees her warped reflection in mirror.
You have four eyes.
The phone stops ringing.
She lifts David up off the chair and hold up him. He winces a bit in pain.
I feel funny.
I know, baby.
David’s arm is around Betty’s shoulder. They start toward the door. She struggles to support his weight.
Why’s this happening to me?
Is this going to be forever?
Yes, baby. Let’s go.
There’s a KNOCK AT THE DOOR. From under the door, we can see a pair of feet.
Betty and David freeze.
Betty looks over at David who is now unconscious.
(under her breath)
CUT TO BLACK.
Also with Shawn, we created