A bored male teenage clerk sits behind the counter of an empty store. A fully armed SWAT COP #1 blasts through the door, leading with his shoulder, assault rifle slung low. He skids to a stop in front of The CLERK recalling Kramers Seinfeldian entrances of old.
A bored male teenage clerk sits behind the counter of an empty store. A fully armed SWAT COP #1 blasts through the door, leading with his shoulder, assault rifle slung low. He skids to a stop in front of The CLERK recalling Kramers Seinfeldian entrances of old.
A bored male teenage clerk sits behind the counter of an empty store. A fully armed SWAT COP #1 blasts through the door, leading with his shoulder, assault rifle slung low. He skids to a stop in front of The CLERK recalling Kramers Seinfeldian entrances of old.
A bored male teenage CLERK sits behind the counter of an empty store, absorbed in some glossy magazine. Crap country music is playing on the radio. WHOOSH. The door swings open wildly, as if by the wind, a blurred shape speeds by before the CLERK even looks up from the copy of High Times. The door closes again. Skittering sounds on the floor. The CLERK sees nothing. CLERK What the... BOOM! A fully armed SWAT COP #1 blasts through the door, leading with his shoulder, assault rifle slung low. He skids to a stop in front of the clerk recalling Kramers Seinfeldian entrances of old. SWAT COP 1 Where did he go? The Clerk sets down the copy of High Times gently. CLERK (sputtering) I dont... huh? Swat Cop 1 raises his rifle. SWAT COP 1 I said: "WHERE. DID. HE. GO?" The Swat Cop 1 wheels around on the store, aiming his rifle quickly over every inch of the shop. CLERK Who? Nobody came in here. The Clerk is becoming a little indignant. He sweeps the copy of High Times off the counter, out of sight. CLERK I dont know what youre talking about. And anyway, you cant just come in here with a...) Swat Cop 1 wheels around on the clerk, pointing the rifle directly at his forehead. (CONTINUED) CONTINUED: 2. SWAT COP 1 I do not recall asking you what I could or could not do. CLERK (GULP) SWAT COP 1 Do you see this? (indicates badge) Do you think they just hand these things out as second prize at the church bake sale? CLERK Uhhh... uhh... No? SWAT COP 1 Theres a highly dangerous suspect on the loose, a BAD GUY, and I think he may be hiding out in here. You... He prods the Clerk in the chest with the rifle. SWAT COP 1 ... are going to give me the grand tour. The Clerk walks around the side of the counter, Swat Cop 1 gets behind him as they go towards the store room. The front door opens. Its Swat Cop 2. SWAT COP 2 Whats your copy, rodger? SWAT COP 1 Over Alpha, Tango Louie. SWAT COP 2 Affirmative, reconoiter foxtrot when tango louie is assimilated. SWAT COP 1 Like a harvey wallbanger. Dismissed. Swat Cop 2 chuckles and exits the Quik Mart. Swat Cop 1 shoves the Clerk forward with the butt of the rifle, toward the rear of the store. Sirens and choppers can be heard outside. (CONTINUED) CONTINUED: 3. SWAT COP 1 Nobody came in huh? Swat Cop 1 dramatically crouches quikly around a potato chip display, swinging his weapon around it like Osama Bin Laden is on the other side. Nothing. CLERK Like I said, nobody came in. SWAT COP 1 And Im sure, if a fugitive had come in, he wouldnt be hiding... Swat Cop 1 does a 180 degree spin that looks like a martial arts move, now aiming behind the counter. SWAT COP 1 HERE! Nothing there. Outside, the sound of a concussion, maybe a gunshot, maybe a dumpster lid slamming shut. Swat Cop 1 does an acrobatic but utterly ridiculous barrel roll across the floor, coming up with his gun pinting at the entrance, then at the chip display, then at the clerk. SWAT COP 1 Whats in back? CLERK Storage room. Cooler. Swat Cop 1 motions with the barrel of his rifle for the Clerk to open the storage room door. The Clerk does, standing there holding it open. The storage room is dark. SWAT COP 1 On three, I want you to flip that light switch and get the hell out of the way. ONE... TWO..... CLERK Fucks sake. Clerk flips on the light. (CONTINUED) CONTINUED: 4. Gung ho Swat Cop 1 goes charging blindly through the door roaring and swinging his rifle but into shelves full of cheetos, pallets of gummi bears, mountains of empty cardboard boxes. Nothing. SWAT COP 1 Im sick of your shit. Where is the fugitive? Swat Cop 1 again points the rifle right at the Clerks head. CLERK I told you nobody came in. SWAT COP 1 I am only going to ask you. ONE. MORE. TIME Swat Cop 1 grits his teeth, clenches his jaw. The clerk rolls his eyes. CLERK Maybe hes in the cooler. SWAT COP 1 LETS GO! The Clerk steps two paces across the hall, opens the refridgerated units heavy door. Swat Cop 1 gets on his belly and does a green beret style belly crawl towards the door, Clerk holding it open for him. Swat Cop 1 is at the transom training his rifle hight up into the cooler. SWAT COP 1 Come out. With your hands up. Nothing moves, there is no sound except the cooler humming. Swat Cop 1s breath is visible. Three seconds, ten seconds, half a minute. Nothing. Swat Cop 1 pops up, fires a shot into a 2 liter of coke, angry. SWAT COP 1 Maybe you were telling the truth. They go towards the front of the store, the heavy door swinging shut. 5. INT. QUIK MART COOLER NIGHT A 2 liter of Pepsi bleeds out soda. Immediately next to it, a plume of breath is visible in the frigid air, a gasp for breath. Something weird is happening, like a digital overlayment is being removed to reveal a young black child, as though he just removed a cloak of invisibility. As he fully removes it, we can see this cloak interact with the environment, like a chameleon, all but invisible, like tiny pixelated refractions of the reality it covers. All invisible that is, except for a neon tag that reads "Property of the U.S. Army." The 10 year old child marvels at it in his hands for a moment, then lunges across the cooler to put a foot in the heavy door before it swings shut. The Pepsi bottle empties until there is no sound but his breathing.