Dopamine Hit
 
 
written by
 
 
Jayson Johnson
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Logline: A undercover spy is recruited to take down the an evil
network of rappers whose music has a negative effect on the
dopamine receptors of all who hear it.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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 FADE IN:

EXT. "PENTAGON" GROUNDS - DAY

We're tight on a pair of POLISHED BLACK DRESS SHOES as the
scuttle across the concrete in rapid succession. A beat later
we pan up to see the shoes belong to a ARMY RECRUIT, in
formal attire rushing to perhaps his next meeting.
CUT TO:

STOCK FOOTAGE CLIPS

** He enters, arches his back straight and shoulders back.
Salutes.
RICHARDSON
Sir, you called for me?
Across the room is a hard-boiled GENERAL (70's) sitting
comfortably at a desk. The fine lines earned from past war
experiences, conquests and defeats are engrained on his face.
GENERAL
Richardson, in all of my years I've
never seen a more decorated recruit
like you.
Richardson holds his head high.
RICHARDSON
Sir, yes sir.
GENERAL
Hand to hand combat, military
strategy, idea generation, you name
it. You're the best. But you
already knew that...
RICHARDSON
Thank you sir.
(beat)
What do you have for me this time?
GENERAL
I almost don't know how to say
this... You better take a seat.
Richardson takes a seat in a chair opposite from the general.
 2.

GENERAL (CONT'D)
This mission is unlike any mission
you've ever attempted. It's complex
and nature has become a paramount
threat to the general public.
RICHARDSON
Cryptography? Shutting down a power
grid? Cutting off the water supply?
It's all easy...
GENERAL
Yes, you are an expert in these
areas but this mission will require
all of your skills.
RICHARDSON
Can you tell me more?
GENERAL
(holding up a manila
folder)
It's all in here.
Richardson goes to open it.
GENERAL (CONT'D)
Wait.
(beat)
I can't be certain this office is
compromised so I need you to open
the contents of the mission
elsewhere.
Richardson on the edge of his chair now...
GENERAL (CONT'D)
If this threat got into the wrong
hands it could be a global
disaster, so for the sake of this
meeting I need to be vague.
RICHARDSON
(bewildered)
Is there anything you can tell me?
GENERAL
The only thing I can tell you is
this mission has an element being
undercover.
The general motions Richardson to come closer. He whispers
something into his ear.
 3.

RICHARDSON
A rapper?!
The general flashes a stern look at Richardson. Motions his
attention to a VIDEO CAMERA in the corner of the room.
RICHARDSON (CONT'D)
Sorry, that caught me off guard.
GENERAL
(motioning to the door)
C'mon take a walk with me.

EXT. PENTAGON "GROUNDS" - CONTINUOUS

We catch up with the two men on the grounds walking along a
barb wired fence. In the distance we see several static
military vehicles. As they walk they pass a series of VIDEO
CAMERAS situated high on lighting fixtures.
RICHARDSON
Sir, is this mission compromised
from within?
GENERAL
Possibly. We don't know the extent
of the Dark Network has infiltrated
our branch.
RICHARDSON
Dark network?
GENERAL
It's all in this dossier.
The General gives Richardson the manila folder we saw him
hold up earlier.

INT. DARK NETWORK HEADQUARTERS - CONTINUOUS

We see the back of a SHADOWY CHARACTER wearing a pair of
BLACK LEATHER GLOVES. He watches a CCTV video of the General
and Richardson walking.

EXT. "PENTAGON" GROUNDS - CONTINUOUS

Back to the men walking.
 4.

GENERAL
We need someone who can infiltrate
the Dark network, identify and
eliminate the the masked rapper who
goes by Griffinstein.
RICHARDSON
Griffinstein? Interesting name what
intel do you have on him?
The General hands Richardson a TABLET. He looks at it. We see
the old clips of Griffinstein in boot camp; learning radio
wave technology.
GENERAL
Dwyane Griffin. Born on in
Richmond, CA. His mother died young
and he was raised by his father.
After his dad was killed in a
ghetto dispute he went off the
grid. Started with petty crime but
quickly worked his way up to the
drug trade. Years later he found
his calling in military where he
became a expert in radio wave
warfare. After he was dishonorably
discharged he returned to the Bay
Area and began a career in rap
music using the same warfare he
learned in the military. Soon after
he erected the Dark Network.
RICHARDSON
(confused)
Shit. Impressive. And the
Griffinstein part?
GENERAL
Seems he was so mentally disfigured
after his discharge he needed to
put himself back together again.
RICHARDSON
Figuratively speaking. I get it but
not understanding the how music...
GENERAL
(interrupting)
It's not just music!
(MORE)
 5.
GENERAL (CONT'D)
Griffinstein has figured out a way
to infiltrate the dopamine pathway
of each and every person on earth.
I'm afraid it's far greater than
just music...

CUT TO:

STOCK FOOTAGE CLIPS

** Kids listening to music
** Kids rioting
** Police in riot gear, chaos
GENERAL (V.O.)
He's able to control the kids, old
people, everyone. His music is
capable of making the average
person go making them 'go dumb'.
RICHARDSON
Like super hyphy?
GENERAL
That's right, but way worse.
RICHARDSON
(confused)
I'm not sure what's the play here.
GENERAL
If you can't figure it out we're
all doomed.
RICHARDSON
I still don't understand how music
has anything to with this.
GENERAL
Will you shut up?! Street crimes
are up over 30,000 percent and
there's no end in site. We have to
put an end to this.
RICHARDSON
We?
GENERAL
You'll be operating under the veil
of the Central Intelligence Agency.
 6.

RICHARDSON
The CIA. I've been wanting to work
with them for years.
GENERAL
Well soldier, now is your chance.
RICHARDSON
The mission.
GENERAL
It's all in the dossier. After
today our communication will need
to go excommunicado. I've arranged
for you to work with a trusted
associate but outside of that
you're on your own.
RICHARDSON
Sir. I graduated at the top of my
class at MIT and have seventy
accommodations including three
metals of honor, but in no way am I
able to be a rapper.
GENERAL
You think you'd be here if you
weren't the best? I know this is
not your usual mission but we don't
know anyone with your set of skills
and creativity to get complete this
mission. I'm afraid you're our last
best defense.
RICHARDSON
But I don't even know how to rap.
GENERAL
You're going to have to learn.
(beat)
You're stage name is Don P, the don
of the bay.
RICHARDSON
Don P?
GENERAL
A pseudonym for Donald Johnson.
(beat)
And as for rappers our intelligence
says that most rappers don't know
how to rap anyway. You should be
right at home.
 7.

The General and Richardson break the 4th wall, looking at the
camera for a beat.
RICHARDSON
When do I start?
GENERAL
Immediately. We've booked the next
ticket out to the Bay Area. Your
contact will meet you with the
further details.
RICHARDSON
How will I know who it is?
GENERAL
You won't -- I've let them know
you're on the way. They'll find
you.
The General stands and salutes Richardson.
GENERAL (CONT'D)
Good luck soldier.
The general turns, walks away.

INT. DARK NETWORK HEADQUARTERS - CONTINUOUS

The Shadowy figure turns off the monitor. He clenches his
fist shut. We hear his knuckles crack under the pressure of
his closed fist.

STOCK FOOTAGE CLIPS

** Airplane flying, landing
** Airport
** GG Bridge

EXT. AIRPORT PARKING LOT - NIGHT

Richardson is now DON P. He's dressed in casual attire
representative of the Bay Area. He heads towards the Air Bart
train.
 8.

INT. AIR BART - NIGHT

He gets on an empty train, takes a seat. Moments later he
opens his confidential manila folder and reads the contents.
DON P
(sotto/reading)
Don P is the player of the Bay. He
smokes hella weed and bangs on all
types of bitches, never simpin' for
a second. This
The train stops but Don P doesn't raise his head. A scantily
clad WOMAN enters the train and takes a seat across from him.
She listens to him for a beat.
WOMAN
(reading folder)
Who you supposed to be?
DON P
(stashing folder)
What you mean?
WOMAN
That folder says confidential. What
are you... Some kinda spy or
somethin?
He realizes he has a role to play and it's go time.
DON P
It depends on what type of spy you
talking bout baby. I see you out
here spying on a nigga.
She laughs. The two continue inaudible conversation. We hang
on them enjoying each other's company for a beat.

EXT. AIRPORT PARKING LOT - NIGHT

Don and the woman talk in front of a mid sized sedan. He's
practicing his persona and she's a willing participant in the
show.
DON P
So what you wanna do mama?
WOMAN
I don't know... I just met you and
all but I am kinda feeling you.
 9.

She goes in to whisper something in his ear. He relaxes

taking it all in when, SCRREECHHHH!! A SCRAPER pulls up outta
of nowhere! TWO THUGS exits with GUNS and thrust a BURLAP BAG
over Don P's head and shove him into the sedan.
THUGS
Freeze nigga!
DON P
What the fuck!
WOMAN
Get em'!! Put him in the back!
The thugs restrain Don P, zip tying his hands. They sit on
each side of him as the woman gets into the driver's seat and
speeds off.
DON P
AGGGG!!! Y'all making a mistake!
WOMAN
(laughing)
You the Don huh?
CUT TO:

STOCK FOOTAGE CLIPS (DON P'S "DISTRACTIONS" PLAYS)

** Bay Area Freeway
** Landmarks
** Bright light light leak (transition)

INT. INTERGATION ROOM - LATER

POV of Don P wearing the burlap sack. He breaths in deeply
not knowing what will happen next. In the distance we hear
the SOUND of dress shoes on concrete. CLICK, CLACK. Is the
end of Don P already?
Suddenly the burlap bag is pulled off Don P's head. Across
from his is a MAN who looks a lot like "SALT BAE". Dark
sunglasses, White tucked in tee, black slacks and black latex
gloves. He inhales deeply on a cigarette/blunt as he studies
his latest conquest.
Next to Salt is the scantly clad woman, SHEILA (30's) who
gleams with pride at her latest conquest.
 10.

DON P
(projecting strength)
Let me go nigga!
"SALT BAE"
Who said you were a prisoner?
Sheila.
DON P
Who the fuck is Sheila nigga!?
SHEILA
The one who caught your ass nigga!
"SALT BAE"
You've met Sheila. She was our
decoy who brought you to me.
DON P
And who the fuck are you?! Y'all
don't know who the fuck I am.
Salt picks up the confidential folder and starts to read it.
Don P shrinks.
"SALT BAE"
Antonio Richardson. Only child of
Michael and Shirly Richardson. Born
and raised in Lubbock, Texas.
Joined the army and have been there
since.
DON P
Yeah so.
"SALT BAE"
So, I'm your connect. I'm here
to... well, attempt to train you.
DON P
You know how to rap?
"SALT BAE"
Are you crazy? What do you take me
for?
Don P shrugs. He's completely out of his element and unsure
where this is all going.
Salt Bae then busts out an acapella rhyme. A beat later the
music drops in, Don P flows to the beat. Salt Bae finishes
his bars gives it up for P to rap.
 11.

Don manages a bar and half before falling flat on his face,
music fades.
"SALT BAE" (CONT'D)
You're worse than I thought. We've
got a lot of work to do.

INT. STUDIO - DAY (MONTAGE) / MUSIC TRACK

Don P and Salt in the studio. An ENGINEER plays the beats as
they work through their bars.
Montage happens over a series of days (Wardrobe changes)
** Salt shows P how to set up bars
** Don P writing down raps on a notepad
** Don P rapping in microphone stopping; Salt consults
** Don P getting more confident in rapping ability
** Both rapping fluid now. Salt gives final seal of approval

INT. STUDIO - CONTINUOUS

Don P and Salt at the sound board sharing a VICTORY BLUNT.
The engineer has his feet kicked up and is in a deep sleep.
DON P
So what's next brah?
"SALT BAE"
We gotta figure out how to gain
access to the dark network. This
engineer keeps telling me it's easy
but all he does is play music.
The engineer gives Salt a snide look. We'll find out more
about him later.
DON P
Yo, who are these niggas?
"SALT BAE"
To tell you the truth we don't
fully know. All we know is their
leader uses the moniker
Griffinstein and their music drops
via satellite feed.
DON P
The general was saying but I'm not
sure I get it.
 12.

"SALT BAE"
Somehow the Dark Network can
control specific demographics.
Their last song targeted kids 14-18
and got 700 million streams in the
first day. Later that night some of
those same kids looted and robbed
businesses across the country.
DON P
Damn.
"SALT BAE"
Then the news reports it and makes
it seem like we're the problem.
Salt takes out his CELLPHONE shows Don a video.

STOCK FOOTAGE CLIPS

** Looting clips
** Cash transactions
** Crypto transactions
 
"SALT BAE" (V.O.)
We ran some forensics on the stolen
merchandise and found a lot of it
was re sold at swap meets and
auction houses with the money being
funneled into back into the Dark
Network.
DON P (V.O.)
So why not freeze their accounts?
"SALT BAE"
All of the money goes into crypto
accounts and then it's pulled off
and put into cold wallets that
aren't on the network. Impossible
to trace.
Just then a NOTIFICATION beeps on Salt's phone.
DON P
Oh shit.
"SALT BAE"
(frantically checking
laptop)
Another satellite drop. Quick turn
on the news!
 13.

Don changes the channel. A pair of snappy NEWS ANCHORS

enthusiastically report on the topic at hand.
NEWS ANCHOR #1
It's a new day and time for another
Dark Network music drop. And
streams on all of the major
platforms are rising at blistering
rate!!
POV on news. We see it's middle aged White people looting.
DON P
(dumbfounded)
It's not kids.
"SALT BAE"
Who is it?
DON P
White people??
"SALT BAE"
Their influence is growing.
DON P
What do we do?
Suddenly the phone rings. Don P picks it up. It's the
general.
DON P (CONT'D)
Sir are you seeing this?
GENERAL
Yes, what are you two doing to
neutralize this threat?
DON P
Get our satellites in position!
GENERAL
What!
Don P taking charge, barking off orders now.
DON P
I said get our goddamn satellites
in position! We're gonna make our
own damn song.
 14.

GENERAL
But you don't know how they hi-jack
the demographics dopamine
receptors. You could screw this
whole thing up worse!
DON P
I know this music better than you
General!
GENERAL
You will stand down!!
CLICK! Don P hangs up on the general. Salt looks to him.
"SALT BAE"
What did he say?
DON P
He said for us to do our thang.
"SALT BAE"
You sure P?
DON P
(to engineer)
Wake up! Put that track on.

INT. RECORDING BOOTH - CONTINUOUS

Don P & Salt in the studio.
DON P
Those satellites in place?
Engineer has one ear on the phone and the other w/
headphones. He nods yes.
"SALT BAE"
Alright hit it!!
The beat plays and the duo put down a masterful record. The
record broadcasts through the CIA's SATELLITE cancelling out
the Dark Network's feed.
CUT TO:

STOCK FOOTAGE CLIPS

** White people listening to music
** The looting stops
 15.

** White people cheering

EXT. UNNAMED GLOBAL METROPOLIS - NIGHT

In the crowded skyline of a global metropolis we settle on a
skyscraper. We zoom in...

INT. DARK NETWORK HEADQUARTERS - CONTINUOUS

In a dimly lit workspace we focus on the a HOODED FIGURE with
an LED mask on sitting at a desk. The mask is something you'd
see at a rave party but way creepier. In the background the
TV plays...
NEWS ANCHOR #1 (O.S.)
I don't know what happened here Jim
but soon after the looting started
it suddenly stopped. I wonder why?
NEWS ANCHOR #2 (O.S.)
I dunno Joan. Perhaps the so called
Dark Network isn't as powerful as
we once thought.
Upon hearing this the dark figure goes into a moment of rage.
He swipes books and equipment from his desk. He screams, a
reverberated voice echoes through the building.
HOODED FIGURE
Fuuuuuuuuuccckkkk!!! Obsidian,
Cloud get in here now!
In comes TWO SKINNY HACKERS, we've come to know as OBSIDIAN &
CLOUD. The hooded figure stands towering over them. He's a
massive man but Obsidian seems unfazed as Cloud cowers in the
distance.
HOODED FIGURE (CONT'D)
How was this music able to overtake
our feed?
OBSIDIAN
The government must have done a
quadrant search locating the
broadcast.
HOODED FIGURE
We weren't up on a VPN on our
satellite feeds?
Obsidian giggles a bit. The hooded figure isn't at all
impressed.
 16.

OBSIDIAN
(mockingly)
VPN? Like in Virtual private
network? Yeah that's only for
servers on earth - not in space.
HOODED FIGURE
I didn't hear all of that. Can you
come closer and tell me again?
Obsidian looks back to Cloud who swallows hard. He continues
on to the hooded figure.
OBSIDIAN
As I was saying --
Before Obsidian can say anything else, the hooded figure
grabs him, crushing his head.
OBSIDIAN (CONT'D)
Agggggg!!! Griffinstein. Please!!
Too late! Obsidian falls limp onto the desk blood pooling
from his eyes, ears and mouth. The hooded figure, now
GRIFFINSTEIN, turns to his other hacker, Cloud.
GRIFFINSTEIN
I can sometimes stomach mistakes
and even miscalculations, but one
thing I was will never accept is
subordinates arrogance.
Griffinstein exits. Cloud exhales deeply.
CLOUD
(sotto)
I'm alive.

STOCK FOOTAGE/LIVE ACTION SHOTS

Don P and Salt celebrate basking in the moment of their
success.
** People dancing, popping bottles, celebrating, etc...
** Money counting machines
** Gold/Platinum records
** General receives a letter from the Dark Network
** Don P/ Salt popping bottles, drinking, counting money
 17.

** Cloud working on new dopamine algorithm

** Griffinstein in deep thought. Formulating a new plan.
DON P (V.O.)
The next few months were crazy. Me
and Salt started making records
just for the fuck of it -- and the
money, fame and women rolled in.
(beat)
We got into this shit to restore
the balance of righteousness but
never thought we'd have this type
of success. But in that, we soon
found out the downside to success.
When you're out celebrating the
other team is out there grinding.
(beat)
We were up right now but like my
mama said what goes up must come
down and we were about to
understand that out in a major way.

INT. DON P/SALT HOUSE - DAY

Our guys after another night of debauchery. Champaign
bottles, panties and whatever you'd associate with the
rockstar life make up the landscape here. We catch up with
them on the couch reflecting.
"SALT BAE"
Brah, when you first came to me I
never thought you'd get this rap
shit down. But here you are living
up to the name. Don P of the
muthapuckin' Bay.
DON P
Thanks fam, but I couldn't have
done it without you.
Salt lights up a blunt leans back into the seat satisfied.
"SALT BAE"
Thanks, but we gotta find our way.
We can't ball out like this
forever.
DON P
I know. We've been wildlin' out
since we took down the Dark
Network.
 18.

"SALT BAE"
I never thought it'd be so easy.
DON P
Me either.
"SALT BAE"
Aye...I wanna give you something.
Salt takes out a MILITARY GRADE BOX and opens it. Inside is
what looks like a condenser microphone. He takes it out
gently passes it to P who tries to grabs it.
"SALT BAE" (CONT'D)
Easy...
DON P
It's just a condenser mic.
"SALT BAE"
Nah, this is atomic fusion laser
disguised as a condenser mic.
DON P
Say what?
Angle on Don P. He's listening but has no idea what the hell
Salt is talking about.
** Stock Footage of secret government happenings
** Laser technology
** Cold War/Iran Contras hearings
** Saddam Hussein footage
** Mac Dre performance footage
"SALT BAE" (V.O.)
Back in the 80s a secret military
unit called "FLOW ROCK" made this
laser intended to combat the
Russians during the Cold War.
DON P
...
"SALT BAE"
Shit was crazy, so when the Iran
Contra ordeal broke out and all of
the Star Wars acquisitions popped
off the project was quietly
shelved.
 19.

DON P
So why is a laser in a microphone
my nigga?
"SALT BAE" (O.S.)
Good question. They never stopped
the development it just went quiet,
feel me?
(beat)
Then, in the early 2000's, rap
music was gaining a popular global
influence and the government wanted
to take out Saddam Hussein but
needed to get close to him to do
it.
DON P
I don't see what Saddam gotta do
with music.
"SALT BAE"
Saddam loved rap music. He often
flew artist in to preform for him
and his family.
DON P
So...
"SALT BAE"
So, flow rock recruited the best
rapper in the game to do it. They
was going to have Mac Dre take out
Saddam using the mic.
DON P
What???
"SALT BAE" (O.S.)
That's where the problem lies. This
microphone is frequency coded to
Dre's rhythmic ability. Flow like
Dre and you can unlock this mic and
ultimately the laser. If you could
do that anyone within 10 feet of
you would be toast - even
Griffinstein.
This is almost too much for P to take in. He reaches for the
blunt.
DON P
(skeptical)
Man gimme that blunt! CIA...
Microphones... lasers, Dre?!
(MORE)
 20.
DON P (CONT'D)
You sure there ain't no
psychedelics in this blunt??
"SALT BAE"
On God, I'm telling you the truth
my nigga.
Just then the door slams open and a SMOKE GRENADE is tossed
in. Salt and P try to escape but are subdued by a large hazed
of smoke. A beat later Griffinstein enters flanked by TWO
MINIONS dressed in Black fatigues and operatic ski masks.
Griffinstein walks ahead with vader-like precision. He's also
dressed in black with a flowing burgundy half cape. Salt & P
look at him, eyes wide but unable to talk or move..
GRIFFINSTEIN
Breath deep. That's it. Relax.
(beat)
Sarin gas. You want to move but you
can't. Sucks huh? -- I've been
watching you. Watching you parade
yourselves in the media, at
concerts and on the radio. I've
been watching you as your streams
have gone up while mine have gone
the opposite direction. But while I
watching you, you didn't pay any
attention to me. You didn't see
that the Dark Network was
rebuilding gaining steam for it's
next attack. I can tolerate a lot
of things but arrogance won't be
one of them!
Griffinstein grabs Salt's head, squeezes it with his vice-
like claw hands. P watches unable to do a damn thing.
"SALT BAE"
AAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
A beat later Salt slumps over onto P's paralyzed body,
gushing blood from eyes, ears and mouth.
GRIFFINSTEIN
What happened to him was
unnecessary. Had you minded your
own business. Now he and the
general are well....
CUT TO:
 21.

INT. GENERAL'S OFFICE - NIGHT

Griffinstein stands before the general who is tied to his
chair with his mouth duct taped shut. Griffinstein's minions
douse the general with gasoline as he struggles in vain.
Griffinstein lights a match. FOOOOOMMM! The General goes up
in flames.
GRIFFINSTEIN (O.S.)
Let's say he had a fiery retirement
party that only he could attend.

INT. DON P/SALT HOUSE - CONTINUOUS

We're back to the house. P is starting to get some feeling
into his body. He tries reaching for the microphone but is
unable to gain the necessary motor skills.
GRIFFINSTEIN
(wiping blood from his
hands)
Consider this a warning. I don't
like getting my hands dirty but
absolutely will do whatever it
takes level the financial global
instruction back to the people.
The Sarin gas starts to wear off. P is able to move a little
more now. He struggles to get a few words out.
DON P
You don't care about anyone but
yourself.
GRIFFINSTEIN
(Evil laughter)
Of'course I do, Don from the Bay.
After I bankrupt all of the global
elites and assume their currency,
NFTs and property the people of the
world will have access to more
money than they knew was possible.
I'm happy to loan to anyone at the
terms of 50% interest or death.
DON P
(gaining strength)
You can't choke everyone!
GRIFFINSTEIN
You weren't paying attention. I
hate getting my hands dirty.
(MORE)
 22.
GRIFFINSTEIN (CONT'D)
Death will come to those by my new
record "DOPAMINE HIT".
(beat)
Once it drops everyone who hears it
will have their dopamine receptors
hijacked. If anyone gets out of
line. I broadcast a frequency and
they'll die instantly!
Griffinstein laughs. P musters all of his strength, grabs the
microphone but falls at Griffinstein's feet. Griffinstein
continues to laugh as his minions stomp P out relentlessly.

STOCK FOOTAGE/LIVE ACTION SHOTS

** Flashback to when he met Salt/General
** Flashback to him rapping in studio/concert
** Angelic imagery
** Young P w/ Mom or image of Mom talking
DON P (O.S.)
Back when my mom was alive she used
to always tell me your calling
finds you the moment you think it's
all coming to an end. I didn't know
what she was talking about back
then but now I understand.
FADE TO WHITE.

INT. DON P/SALT HOUSE - LATER

Don P's POV. We fade in from white. Above him we see an
ANGELIC FIGURE standing before him.
ANGELIC FIGURE
Wake up, wake up...
DON P
Mom, is that you? Am I in heaven?
ANGELIC FIGURE
No, nigga. It's Sheila.
Sheila helps Don P up.
SHEILA
What happened?! OMG, they killed
Salt.
 23.

DON P
It was Griffinstein and his Dark
Network goons.
SHEILA
We gotta get outta here!
DON P
Naw, not before I slide for my boy
Salt. He didn't die for nothing.
SHEILA
What are you going to do?
DON P
(locating the mic)
I'm taking down Griffinstein and
his punk ass Dark Network once and
for all.

INT. GYM/WORKOUT AREA/STUDIO (MONTAGE) - LATER

An inspirational song in the vein of eye of the tiger plays.
We cross cut Don P and and Griffinstein's efforts over the
next coming days.
** A battered/beaten Don P in the studio w/ Engineer
** Sheila helping Don P with his rehabilitation
** Don P eating Cookie's gummies (Product Placement)
** Griffinstein in the studio
** Stock footage of Dark Network music being digitized
** Cloud (hacker) working on computer, Griffinstein stands
over his shoulder
** Don P fails to unlock mic/laser
** Cloud (hacker) hands Griffinstein the Dopamine Hit CD
** Don P looking at Wav files w/ Engineer & Sheila
** Don P figures out how to unlock the microphone
** Don P, Sheila and Engineer put their hands together
(teamwork)
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INT. STUDIO - NIGHT

We catch up with P, Sheila and the engineer. Days have passed
and P is on the road to recovery but there isn't much time to
waste. The engineer munches on a bag of RAP SNACKS as P
figures out his next move.
DON P
Do you have intel on where the Dark
Network is?
SHEILA
Don't nobody know where that shit
is.
ENGINEER
All I know is they're
decentralized.
DON P
So what does that mean?
SHEILA
The opposite of centralized.
DON P
(duh)
I know.
ENGINEER
Well they don't have a central
location. That can be anywhere.
DON P
Alright, but if they're
decentralized then all of their
activity has to be on a public
ledger. Right?
Sheila shrugs.
ENGINEER
I guess... but how will you know
which blockchain they're on?
P looks at a LAPTOP and opens https://whale-alert.io/ We see
a ever scrolling list of whales with real time activity on
blockchains.
DON P
Griffinstein said something about
obtaining all of the NFTs... That
means he has a whale account.
(MORE)
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DON P (CONT'D)
If only there was a way to figure
out which...
SHEILA
Whale accounts?
DON P
Girl don't start with me.
ENGINEER
(Interrupting)
You think you can hack into a
series of blockchains to figure out
who's been actively accumulating
NFTs, currency and property without
knowing who, what or where their
VPN access is??
Don P looks baffled but this was all rhetorical.
ENGINEER (CONT'D)
Hold my snacks.

INT. STUDIO - LATER

Don in the studio mumbling off raps to himself from a pad of
paper filled with lyrics. We see that some of the lyrics have
been crossed off in favor of better ones. It's clear that
he's grown as an artist and man through this process.
ENGINEER (O.S.)
Curry shoots.... and scores!
SHEILA
This nigga.
The engineer enters with a sheet of newly printed paper.
ENGINEER
You asked for the Dark Network and
that's what I got. Locations in
Shanghai, England, Brussels and The
Bay.
DON P
It's impossible to cover all of
those areas. And we don't have
time.
ENGINEER
Relax genius.
Sheila laughs.
 26.

ENGINEER (CONT'D)
Their last thirty transactions have
been local. Your best best is to
infiltrate's their office here.
DON P
Your as in me? What about y'all?
ENGINEER
Oh, I'm just the engineer.
P looks to Sheila.
SHEILA
Don't look at me I just hijack
niggas.
ENGINEER
And that's above my pay grade...
(and)
Where are my rap snacks?
DON P
Oh them shits is gone. You can't be
asking people to hold CARDI B
CHEDDAR. It'll be gone every time.
SHEILA
Shit, you know that's right.
The engineer hands Don a VIDEO WALKIE TALKIE.
ENGINEER
This is a two-way video walkie.
Strap it to you flack jacket and
I'll be your eyes in the sky.
Don gives the engineer a dap, looks to Sheila.

EXT/INT. DARK NETWORK - NIGHT

** Establishing stock footage of Dark Network building.
** Superimpose time: 7:01 PM

EXT. DARK NETWORK (STREET) - CONTINUOUS

Sheila pulls up near the Dark Network. Don P dressed in BLACK
SNEAKING SUIT, BLACK SKULL CAP, LASER MIC and WALKIE strapped
to his chest.
 27.

SHEILA
(re: Dark Network)
So that's it.
DON P
Anyway I can change your mind on
going with me?
SHEILA
Hell naw, but you make it out I'll
be the first one to congratulate
you.
(beat)
If you lucky I might even give you
a little sample
DON P
Word.
Don goes in for a kiss, but is interrupted by the Engineer
via walkie.
ENGINEER (O.S.)
Y'all know we're under a time
crunch right? It's almost prime
time!
DON P
Yeah, yeah alright.
P exits the vehicle. Looks back to Sheila again.
SHEILA
(blows a kiss)
Good luck Don of the muthapucking
Bay.
She speeds off leaving Don at the entrance of the building.
** Stock footage of burglar sneaking in
** Stock footage of burglar going through building
** Stock footage of burglar under surveillance

INT. GRIFFINSTEIN'S QUARTERS - CONTINUOUS

Griffinstein watches Don P on a surveillance screen. He is in
the process of uploading the Dopamine Hit song to the music
Blockchain server as his minions watch.
 28.

GRIFFINSTEIN
(deep sigh)
When we they ever learn.
The minion clench their first, exit the room.

INT. DARK NETWORK HEADQUARTERS - LATER

We see Don P and the minions engage in hand-to-hand combat.
Over the loudspeaker a reverberated Griffinstein speaks.
Superimpose time: 7:38 PM
GRIFFINSTEIN (O.S.)
Do you think you can stop us?!
Nothing can stop us. You fool!
You'll never get here before our
prime time broadcast! This world is
mine!! HA, HA, HA!!!
Intense music plays. There's not a lot of time. P finishes
off the minions making a run through the headquarters.

EXT. GRIFFINSTEIN'S QUARTERS - MOMENTS LATER

Don P frantically looking around now. The time is ticking and
the music is intense. He comes to a closed door, it bursts
open knocking him to the floor.
Griffinstein pummels P slamming him into walls and nearby
objects. He then pick P up by the neck with one arm, raises
him face-to-face. His power is intense.
GRIFFINSTEIN
I warned you didn't I!?
Griffinstein tosses P across the room. He lands on his back,
stunned but struggling to get up. Griffinstein inches closer
like a predator stalking his prey finally standing over P
with a LARGE SAWED OFF SHOTGUN.
He shoots a round just to the right of Don P. His eyes widen
as he reaches for the microphone backing away on his back.
GRIFFINSTEIN (CONT'D)
I warned you but you just wouldn't
listen. This is why Black folks
can't work together.
 29.

He shoots another round. This time to the left of P. Don gets

up on his knees rips microphone from his chest, puts it to
his mouth but Griffinstein knocks it out of his hands with
the butt of his shotgun.
GRIFFINSTEIN (CONT'D)
You wanna sing nigga?!
Grifinstein Cocks the gun, his finger on the trigger puts Don
in his crosshairs. P scrambles to get the microphone again.
Grabs it.
Superimpose time: 7:54 PM
DON P
Wait, wait! Wait one minute.
GRIFFINSTEIN
Interesting words for a man with
only seconds to live.
DON P
If you have any honor give me my
last words.
GRIFFINSTEIN
(checking watch)
I'd like to think of myself of a
gentleman. What do you have to say?
Don grips the mic, activating it. It glows a bright
florescent red.
DON P
...I'm out of this world, not your
run of the mill'n / My name is Don
I'm the owner of the building...
The laser pulses. A white hot beam barrels from the
microphone. Blasting Griffinstein in the chest. The blast
knocks him backwards!
GRIFFINSTEIN
AAAAAAAGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!
Superimpose time: 7:55 PM
Don gets up heads over to where Griffinstein once stood. He's
now a remnant of himself. Slowly fading from the microphone
blast.
DON P
That blast was courtersy of that
nigga Mac Dre.
 30.

GRIFFINSTEIN
(evil laugh)
You haven't defeated me. The Dark
Network will live on. All you've
done is scarified yourself for my
next killing stroke.
Griffinstein taps his watch and suddenly there's a overhead
SIREN with RED FLASHING LIGHTS. He continues puts his head
back laughing until he releases his last breath.
ENGINEER (O.S.)
P get out of there! He set off some
type of bomb that whole place is
going to blow! Run!
DON P
What about the broadcast!?
ENGINEER
It's too late.
DON P
No, we gotta disable it!

INT. GRIFFINSTEIN'S QUARTERS - CONTINUOUS

Don rushes into the quarters. We split the screen to show a
codec of both Don P and the engineer ala Metal Gear Solid.
Superpose Timer: Rapidly counting down Seconds.
DON P
That song is going to play any
minute!
ENGINEER
Get to the server!
DON P
Here.
ENGINEER
What do you see?
DON P
It's uploaded already. Shit!
ENGINEER
Do you see a satellite DNS?
DON P
What tha fuck is that?
 31.

ENGINEER
Do you see a sequence of letter and
numbers!?
DON P
Oh, yeah.
ENGINEER
Read em to me!
DON P
1BvBMSEYstWetq...
We see the hacker entering the numbers as quickly as their
read off. The time continues to count down. TICK, TICK, TICK!
DON P (O.S.) (CONT'D)
....4GFg7xJaNVN2
ENGINEER
Okay got it! I'm going to send a
virus to you. When I give word hold
down Ctrl- Alt - Delete!
DON P
Got it! Hurry up.
ENGINEER
Go! Go! Go!!
Don P holds down the buttons as instructed. The computer goes
BLACK followed by an error screen with color bars with a
variant display.
Don wipes a pool of sweat from his brow. Lets out a sigh of
relief.
DON P
Got it!
ENGINEER
There's no time for that. Get outta
there!!
Don rushes out the room into the hallway. Eyes wild, not sure
which way to go.
DON P
Which way!?
ENGINEER
I don't know!
 32.

He comes across an ELECTRIC SCOOTER, jumps on it. We hear the

rumblings of an explosion in the background.
DON P
Yeeeeee!!!!

EXT. DARK NETWORK BUILDING (ENTERANCE) - CONTINUOUS

We're outside the Dark Network. Outside it's calm. Then a
beat later Don barrels through the front door on an electric
scooter just as a series of explosions claim the building! A
FUNNEL OF FIRE blasts into the sky.

INT. STUDIO - CONTINUOUS

Sheila and the engineer They look down at the rubble, but
there's no sign of Don P.
ENGINEER
P! Are you there?! Do you copy?!
Nothing. Tears well in Sheila's eyes. Even the engineer looks
dejected.
A long beat passes, then. A static response.
DON P (O.S.)
Oh shit. Y'all better have some
Hennessey after this.
SHEILA
P!!
We cut to Sheila running down the stairs, ecstatic.

STOCK FOOTAGE CLIPS

** Stock footage clips of people of all races looking at
their cellphones, happy.
** The Bay Area in the idealist sense
** Don and Sheila share a romantic moment.
DON P (O.S.)
We found out the Dark Network was
using the same technology in Amber
Alerts to broadcast their media.
Everyone thought it was a emergency
but they were being tricked.
(MORE)
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DON P (O.S.) (CONT'D)
We got lucky this time but the Dark
Network is still out there. And as
long as there's a Dark Network I'll
be on guard against those who mean
my people harm.
 
Hyphae music. Credit scroll.
FADE TO BLACK.