Post by Movie Lord Productions on May 17, 2008 9:49:23 GMT -5
We Can Work It Out
Episode #1: "Pilot Pt. 2"
Starring:
Bill Smitrovich as Harrison James
Dean Cain as Harold Manson
Michael Irby as Lewis Fisher
Collins Pennie as Marcus Jones
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VO- Previously on "We Can Work It Out".
Scene shows the soldiers being ambushed. Lewis throws a grenade, and the Vietnamese enemies are seen being knocked all over the place by the huge explosion.
There is a big brawl going on outside the Army Recruiter's office. Harrison fires his gun, stopping the fight.
Harrison- Stop!
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Theme Song
The scene fades back in with Harold Manson waking up the next morning. He has a black eye, and he gets out of his bed.
Harold- Damn. I don't remember a thing that happened yesterday. All I know is I hurt like hell.
Harold is limping on his right leg, and when it shows a back view of him, he has a pretty deep wound in the back of his right knee. He goes into the bathroom, and the scene cuts to him in the kitchen, cooking breakfast. He hears someone walking around upstairs. They start coming down the stairs.
Harold- How you doing baby? Want some eggs and bacon?
She stands looking at him, not impressed at all.
Jan- What in the hell do you think that you were doing yesterday, starting that fight? You could have been arrested or killed! I'm pregnant with our child, and I don't want him to live without a father around!
Harold- I was just doing---
Jan- Doing what you thought was right. Yes. You do that a lot, and it always ends up with you getting the shit kicked out of you. I'm worried about your health. You're not doing very well. I mean, you're healthy, but you just.. Don't seem so nice with the war going on and all.
Harold- Because I object to the war. I'm a conscientious objector. That's kind of what we do.
Jan- Yeah, but you're getting into pointless fights, always on the street, having arguments that really don't make any forward progress. It's really... It can't be healthy, honey.
Harold- I know. I know.
Harold takes the pan he's using and holds it over a plate. He scrapes the eggs from the pan onto the plate and he goes to the refrigerator. He pulls out a bag of bacon and starts cooking that.
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We then cut to an outpost in Vietnam. It is late at night, and Lewis is sitting alone, writing a letter to a friend.
Lewis(narrating)- Dear Harold, how have you been doing while I've been over here? I've been doing pretty good, but it could be better. It's really hot and damp in the jungles, and we aren't feeling so hot. A lot of us are getting pretty sick, and some of the herbicides that they're putting down are making us feel really bad. Like, not guilty bad, but just, we don't feel right. Something isn't good with this stuff. We're scared for everyone's health, along with our health. That's really all that I have for you right now, but take care and be sure to write back. Sincerely, Lewis.
Lewis reads over the letter once before folding it, sticking it in the envolope, and sealing the envolope.
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The scene then cuts to Harrison at the police station again. He is writing the police report from the incident yesterday.
Harrison- Damn, what a day we had. Those damn hippies need to learn to control themselves, and if I have to, I'll be the one to show them where they rank with me. They're about as low on the scale as blacks, and that's pretty damn low. They don't want to get on my bad side. Some of them are lucky I didn't shoot them yesterday, and they should be thankful for what the hell I did. That's a fact, let me tell ya.
Harrison looks around, realizing that nobody else was in the station to hear his little rant.
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The scene then cuts to the front of a restaurant. In the restaurant window is a sign that says 'White Only Service'. The blacks have picket signs and aren't letting anyone else get into the restaurant. The manager is trying to convince the leader to leave them alone, and that he is only trying to make money.
Manager- You don't understand. I appreciate you guys for what you are, but let's face it. It's bad marketing to let you eat here. There's a blacks only restaurant down the street.
Marcus- No there isn't. It went out of business.
Manager- Really?
Marcus- Yes. I owned it. An all blacks restaurant doesn't do so well in this town.
Manager- See? I told you.
Marcus punches the manager in the face and police sirens are almost instantly heard. The blacks who are marching run, and Marcus is the last to leave the scene. He jumps into a car and shuts the door. He stays low so that nobody can see him. Harrison, the police officer who was just seen in the station, can be seen. He is walking around, and he sees the restaurant manager with a bloody nose. He walks over to him pretty quickly.
Harrison- What happened to you?
Manager- Damn nigger punched me in the face.
Harrison- Jesus. First hippies, now this. This is some insane stuff.
Harrison gets up and begins to walk around, looking for who did it. He walks over to Marcus' car, and Marcus lowers himself even more, so now he's basically completely hidden in front of the driver's seat. Harrison walks away from the car, and Marcus looks up, making sure that he's not still there.
Harrison- Well, if you have any more trouble, just call down to the station, and I can assure you that we'll get your problem all sorted out.
Manager- Thank you officer, I appreciate it.
Harrison- No problem sir. It's what we were hired to do.
Manager- You're a very kind man.
Harrison- Don't mention it.
Harrison gets into his car and drives off. An instrumental part of 'We Can Work it Out' plays and the scene fades out.
---------------Commercial---------------
(Shot of armies clashing)
VO: What is truth?
(Shot of a man plummeting to the ground)
VO: Truth is a variety of different things.
(Shot of a dragon breathing fire)
VO: Death, sorrow...
(Shot of a man sobbing in the middle of ruins)
VO: ...and the mocking transitory happiness come to mind.
(Shot of a prince smiling with his brother)
VO: But truth is this.
(Shot of a man jumping onto the back of a dragon)
VO: The people you trust...betray you.
(Shot of a man being bent over an execution stump)
VO: The people you befriend...leave you.
(Shot of a man swinging his sword through leaves)
VO: And the people you love...die.
(Shot of a body hitting the water as ripples form around it)
VO: That is truth. That is what I believe.
(Shot of a dragon army appearing on the horizon)
CITY OF DRAGONS
(May 23rd)
(2008)
---------------End Commercial---------------
The scene comes back, showing Marcus, the man who punched the manager, in his bar. He is cleaning glasses, then packing them in a nearby box. A friend of his, Tom Peterson, walks in.
Tom- Closing up are you?
Marcus- Yes, sadly enough. Apparently I picked the wrong neighborhood to open up on down here, and I've been forced to go under.
Tom- That really sucks, Marcus. I was looking forward to coming here, now that my work's been getting less and less.
Marcus- Well, in mostly white neighborhood, a black man's bar doesn't do so well, and it was a stupid idea. I just want me and my family to be able to survive, you know, Tom?
Tom- Yeah, I know. It's a terrible life out there for us, and that's what our battle is all about.
Marcus- Our battle?
Tom- Yes. Dr. King and the Civil Rights Movement. Don't tell me you haven't heard of it.
Marcus- I just don't agree with it. White man for the white man, black man for the black man. That's how I see it.
Tom- Ah. So if they get very far, frankly, you won't give a shit. Is that right?
Marcus- Yep. That's about right.
Tom- So it doesn't mean a thing to you that blacks everywhere are getting abused so that you can keep you bar thriving.
Marcus- The damn bar already went out of business. Won't make much of a difference if they win or not!
Tom- You could reopen. It would be huge!
Marcus- I don't care anymore! I want a job that will pay the bills. Whoever will hire me.
Tom- You don't see the world as I see it, I guess.
Marcus- That may just be it.
Marcus puts the last of the glasses in a box and closes it. He puts it on top of the other boxes that are waiting to be moved.
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Harold is now seen on his front porch. He isn't wearing a shirt, but he has on a pair of blue jeans with holes in the knees. He doesn't have any shoes on either. He is sitting on a rocking chair, just spacing out into the distance. An elderly man walks by.
Man- Damn hippies!
Harold flips the man off, and he walks away, slightly offended by the gesture. Harold shows no care that he angered the man, and he just continues rocking in his chair, back and forth until he dozes off.
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Marcus is seen now in his living room, looking out the window. He is watching the white men across the street, looking at his now emptied out bar.
Marcus- Damn. I hate people. They're already selling my bar.
His wife, Tonya, is seen standing in the kitchen. She comes out, a glass of water in her hand.
Tonya- Don't worry about it baby. It's just not our time yet. We'll get our chance to run a bar in a white neighborhood. Don't you worry. We'll just have to make ends meet until Dr. King can get us sorted out.
Marcus- Not you too! Agh. All of this Dr. King nonsense is pointless. It's never going to get anywhere.
Tonya- Why don't you believe in us? We are making progress. We have more rights than we had 6 years ago, so I guess we're doing something right!
Marcus- I'm sorry, I guess that I just don't think that we'll be getting anywhere.
Marcus just continues looking out the window.
---------------
Lewis Fisher is seen sitting in a small shack in Vietnam. He is in the middle of the jungle, all alone. He is writing a letter, reading it out loud after he is finished writing it down on the paper.
Lewis(reading)- Dear Lauren, I just got the news that a few of our troops, including me, will be coming home for 4 months. We will have to come back, but any time back home is better than constant time over here. I'll be happy to see you, and I really don't have much to write about today, so this is all that I'm going to be putting into this letter. I'm sorry that I haven't been able to write lately, but I just didn't have a chance. With Love, from Lewis.
He folds the paper and puts it in the envelope. He then throws the sealed and addressed envelope into the outpost's outbox for their mail. A few soldiers in an Army jeep are now seen driving through on a path, coming straight for the outpost. He stands up, stretching himself out, seeing as how he is going into town for a few hours before coming back here again. The jeep stops and a soldier gets out. Lewis shakes hands with him, and they talk for a minute. Lewis then hops into the back of the jeep, which turns around and starts driving in the other direction.
Episode #1: "Pilot Pt. 2"
Starring:
Bill Smitrovich as Harrison James
Dean Cain as Harold Manson
Michael Irby as Lewis Fisher
Collins Pennie as Marcus Jones
------------------------------
VO- Previously on "We Can Work It Out".
Scene shows the soldiers being ambushed. Lewis throws a grenade, and the Vietnamese enemies are seen being knocked all over the place by the huge explosion.
There is a big brawl going on outside the Army Recruiter's office. Harrison fires his gun, stopping the fight.
Harrison- Stop!
-----------------------------
Theme Song
The scene fades back in with Harold Manson waking up the next morning. He has a black eye, and he gets out of his bed.
Harold- Damn. I don't remember a thing that happened yesterday. All I know is I hurt like hell.
Harold is limping on his right leg, and when it shows a back view of him, he has a pretty deep wound in the back of his right knee. He goes into the bathroom, and the scene cuts to him in the kitchen, cooking breakfast. He hears someone walking around upstairs. They start coming down the stairs.
Harold- How you doing baby? Want some eggs and bacon?
She stands looking at him, not impressed at all.
Jan- What in the hell do you think that you were doing yesterday, starting that fight? You could have been arrested or killed! I'm pregnant with our child, and I don't want him to live without a father around!
Harold- I was just doing---
Jan- Doing what you thought was right. Yes. You do that a lot, and it always ends up with you getting the shit kicked out of you. I'm worried about your health. You're not doing very well. I mean, you're healthy, but you just.. Don't seem so nice with the war going on and all.
Harold- Because I object to the war. I'm a conscientious objector. That's kind of what we do.
Jan- Yeah, but you're getting into pointless fights, always on the street, having arguments that really don't make any forward progress. It's really... It can't be healthy, honey.
Harold- I know. I know.
Harold takes the pan he's using and holds it over a plate. He scrapes the eggs from the pan onto the plate and he goes to the refrigerator. He pulls out a bag of bacon and starts cooking that.
---------------
We then cut to an outpost in Vietnam. It is late at night, and Lewis is sitting alone, writing a letter to a friend.
Lewis(narrating)- Dear Harold, how have you been doing while I've been over here? I've been doing pretty good, but it could be better. It's really hot and damp in the jungles, and we aren't feeling so hot. A lot of us are getting pretty sick, and some of the herbicides that they're putting down are making us feel really bad. Like, not guilty bad, but just, we don't feel right. Something isn't good with this stuff. We're scared for everyone's health, along with our health. That's really all that I have for you right now, but take care and be sure to write back. Sincerely, Lewis.
Lewis reads over the letter once before folding it, sticking it in the envolope, and sealing the envolope.
---------------
The scene then cuts to Harrison at the police station again. He is writing the police report from the incident yesterday.
Harrison- Damn, what a day we had. Those damn hippies need to learn to control themselves, and if I have to, I'll be the one to show them where they rank with me. They're about as low on the scale as blacks, and that's pretty damn low. They don't want to get on my bad side. Some of them are lucky I didn't shoot them yesterday, and they should be thankful for what the hell I did. That's a fact, let me tell ya.
Harrison looks around, realizing that nobody else was in the station to hear his little rant.
---------------
The scene then cuts to the front of a restaurant. In the restaurant window is a sign that says 'White Only Service'. The blacks have picket signs and aren't letting anyone else get into the restaurant. The manager is trying to convince the leader to leave them alone, and that he is only trying to make money.
Manager- You don't understand. I appreciate you guys for what you are, but let's face it. It's bad marketing to let you eat here. There's a blacks only restaurant down the street.
Marcus- No there isn't. It went out of business.
Manager- Really?
Marcus- Yes. I owned it. An all blacks restaurant doesn't do so well in this town.
Manager- See? I told you.
Marcus punches the manager in the face and police sirens are almost instantly heard. The blacks who are marching run, and Marcus is the last to leave the scene. He jumps into a car and shuts the door. He stays low so that nobody can see him. Harrison, the police officer who was just seen in the station, can be seen. He is walking around, and he sees the restaurant manager with a bloody nose. He walks over to him pretty quickly.
Harrison- What happened to you?
Manager- Damn nigger punched me in the face.
Harrison- Jesus. First hippies, now this. This is some insane stuff.
Harrison gets up and begins to walk around, looking for who did it. He walks over to Marcus' car, and Marcus lowers himself even more, so now he's basically completely hidden in front of the driver's seat. Harrison walks away from the car, and Marcus looks up, making sure that he's not still there.
Harrison- Well, if you have any more trouble, just call down to the station, and I can assure you that we'll get your problem all sorted out.
Manager- Thank you officer, I appreciate it.
Harrison- No problem sir. It's what we were hired to do.
Manager- You're a very kind man.
Harrison- Don't mention it.
Harrison gets into his car and drives off. An instrumental part of 'We Can Work it Out' plays and the scene fades out.
---------------Commercial---------------
(Shot of armies clashing)
VO: What is truth?
(Shot of a man plummeting to the ground)
VO: Truth is a variety of different things.
(Shot of a dragon breathing fire)
VO: Death, sorrow...
(Shot of a man sobbing in the middle of ruins)
VO: ...and the mocking transitory happiness come to mind.
(Shot of a prince smiling with his brother)
VO: But truth is this.
(Shot of a man jumping onto the back of a dragon)
VO: The people you trust...betray you.
(Shot of a man being bent over an execution stump)
VO: The people you befriend...leave you.
(Shot of a man swinging his sword through leaves)
VO: And the people you love...die.
(Shot of a body hitting the water as ripples form around it)
VO: That is truth. That is what I believe.
(Shot of a dragon army appearing on the horizon)
CITY OF DRAGONS
(May 23rd)
(2008)
---------------End Commercial---------------
The scene comes back, showing Marcus, the man who punched the manager, in his bar. He is cleaning glasses, then packing them in a nearby box. A friend of his, Tom Peterson, walks in.
Tom- Closing up are you?
Marcus- Yes, sadly enough. Apparently I picked the wrong neighborhood to open up on down here, and I've been forced to go under.
Tom- That really sucks, Marcus. I was looking forward to coming here, now that my work's been getting less and less.
Marcus- Well, in mostly white neighborhood, a black man's bar doesn't do so well, and it was a stupid idea. I just want me and my family to be able to survive, you know, Tom?
Tom- Yeah, I know. It's a terrible life out there for us, and that's what our battle is all about.
Marcus- Our battle?
Tom- Yes. Dr. King and the Civil Rights Movement. Don't tell me you haven't heard of it.
Marcus- I just don't agree with it. White man for the white man, black man for the black man. That's how I see it.
Tom- Ah. So if they get very far, frankly, you won't give a shit. Is that right?
Marcus- Yep. That's about right.
Tom- So it doesn't mean a thing to you that blacks everywhere are getting abused so that you can keep you bar thriving.
Marcus- The damn bar already went out of business. Won't make much of a difference if they win or not!
Tom- You could reopen. It would be huge!
Marcus- I don't care anymore! I want a job that will pay the bills. Whoever will hire me.
Tom- You don't see the world as I see it, I guess.
Marcus- That may just be it.
Marcus puts the last of the glasses in a box and closes it. He puts it on top of the other boxes that are waiting to be moved.
---------------
Harold is now seen on his front porch. He isn't wearing a shirt, but he has on a pair of blue jeans with holes in the knees. He doesn't have any shoes on either. He is sitting on a rocking chair, just spacing out into the distance. An elderly man walks by.
Man- Damn hippies!
Harold flips the man off, and he walks away, slightly offended by the gesture. Harold shows no care that he angered the man, and he just continues rocking in his chair, back and forth until he dozes off.
---------------
Marcus is seen now in his living room, looking out the window. He is watching the white men across the street, looking at his now emptied out bar.
Marcus- Damn. I hate people. They're already selling my bar.
His wife, Tonya, is seen standing in the kitchen. She comes out, a glass of water in her hand.
Tonya- Don't worry about it baby. It's just not our time yet. We'll get our chance to run a bar in a white neighborhood. Don't you worry. We'll just have to make ends meet until Dr. King can get us sorted out.
Marcus- Not you too! Agh. All of this Dr. King nonsense is pointless. It's never going to get anywhere.
Tonya- Why don't you believe in us? We are making progress. We have more rights than we had 6 years ago, so I guess we're doing something right!
Marcus- I'm sorry, I guess that I just don't think that we'll be getting anywhere.
Marcus just continues looking out the window.
---------------
Lewis Fisher is seen sitting in a small shack in Vietnam. He is in the middle of the jungle, all alone. He is writing a letter, reading it out loud after he is finished writing it down on the paper.
Lewis(reading)- Dear Lauren, I just got the news that a few of our troops, including me, will be coming home for 4 months. We will have to come back, but any time back home is better than constant time over here. I'll be happy to see you, and I really don't have much to write about today, so this is all that I'm going to be putting into this letter. I'm sorry that I haven't been able to write lately, but I just didn't have a chance. With Love, from Lewis.
He folds the paper and puts it in the envelope. He then throws the sealed and addressed envelope into the outpost's outbox for their mail. A few soldiers in an Army jeep are now seen driving through on a path, coming straight for the outpost. He stands up, stretching himself out, seeing as how he is going into town for a few hours before coming back here again. The jeep stops and a soldier gets out. Lewis shakes hands with him, and they talk for a minute. Lewis then hops into the back of the jeep, which turns around and starts driving in the other direction.
