(15 Pages) *The script format is not 100% true to the original.

 

 

FADE IN :

1 INT. APARTMENT – NIGHT

DONOVAN, early twenties, lies on a mattress. He wears a sleep mask with two bloodshot eyeballs printed on it.

An EXPLOSION. Donovan leaps up, clawing the mask off.

DONOVAN
Don’t shoot!

Donovan looks around, blinking. Nearby is GARY, scruffy, in his military sleeping bag. He wears a headlamp, has a cast on his foot, and is focused intently on his cell phone.

DONOVAN
Hey, Gary. I thought the service was turned off on your phone.

GARY
Affirmative.

DONOVAN
Games still work though?

GARY
Affirmative.

DONOVAN
Don’t those games get a little old?

GARY
Negative.
(pause)
I’m improving my H.E.C.

DONOVAN
Your what?

GARY
H.E.C. Hand-eye coordination.

DONOVAN
Ah.

Donovan whumps back into bed. He rustles around, trying to get comfortable. As he does, the bed stand wobbles. A boxed set of Chinese therapeutic balls falls off.

One of the balls hits the floor with a CHIME, bounces, rolls across the floor. The ball comes to a stop with a DING against a PISTOL. Next to the pistol is a SKI MASK.

DONOVAN
Am I going to get shot today?

Donovan shakes a Magic 8-ball and gazes into it.

GARY
Don’t worry, soldier.

Donovan sits up, hiding the Magic 8-ball.

DONOVAN
Oh I’m not worried. I’m perfectly calm.

GARY
Do we need to go over the diorama?

Gary clicks on a light. On the floor is an intricate scale diorama of a liquor store and parking lot, made from popsicle sticks, toothpicks, and other garbage. Dramatic music plays as we see the model from different angles.

Gary turns off his boom box, the source of the dramatic music. He points a telescoping pointer into the diorama.

 

2 INT. DIORAMA OF CONVENIENCE STORE - NIGHT

An action figure stands, holding a pistol.

GARY
So this is me. And this is you.

Gary points to another action figure.

GARY
Now I’ll hold up the clerk. You get the money in the bag.

A clerk action figure is behind the counter, hands up.

DONOVAN
What if he has a gun?

JUMP CUT - The clerk action figure holds a machine gun.

GARY
(the clerk’s gun disappears)
He won’t.

DONOVAN
(the clerk’s gun reappears)
Yeah, but what if he does?

GARY
Then we'll go to plan B.

Gary’s figure cocks his gun, and REAL GUNSHOT NOISES emit. The clerk contorts into different poses with each shot.

DONOVAN
Uh. Okay. What if there’s a manager?

A huge, muscular commando-looking action figure emerges from a doorway, holding twin pistols.

GARY
No problem.

A heated pistol exchange. Gary guns down the manager. A woman action figure pulls a gun from her purse.

DONOVAN
Well, what if a customer decides to be a hero? And what did you make this snack display out of?

GARY
If somebody decides to play hero, I’ll disarm them, break the door off the microwave, then hold their head inside until their brain explodes!
(pause)
And the snack display is made out of paper maché and chicken wire.

DONOVAN
Ahh.
(pause)
What if there’s a safe?

Gary’s figure has a lit stick of dynamite in his hands.

DONOVAN
Wait, do you have dynamite?

GARY
No, but I can make some out of corn syrup and fertilizer.

Gary’s action figure appears behind the counter, wearing lab goggles, a series of beakers and tubes in front of him.

DONOVAN
Okay, let's say we actually get outside with the money - and the cops are there.

Plastic cop cars screech into a circle outside the store.

GARY
Then I’ll negotiate with them.

Gary’s action figure appears out in front, holding a gatling gun. He sprays the parking lot with imaginary bullets. The cops scream and tumble behind their cars.

GARY
You’ll be at the car.

A toy car has a large 16mm gun mounted to the top.

DONOVAN
Wait, we don’t have a-

GARY
Lay down suppressing fire with the 16mm while I request air support.

DONOVAN
Air support?

GARY
In case they call the National Guard.

A huge platoon of little green army men arrives on the scene, accompanied by tanks and artillery.

Gary’s figure gets in a gunfight with the National Guard. The scene gets progressively more violent and chaotic, until finally a plane flies overhead, dropping a plastic A-bomb out of its cargo bay. The parachute floats down.

An image of a NUCLEAR EXPLOSION is projected on the diorama and the wall behind.

3 INT. APARTMENT - NIGHT

Donovan sits in his bed, back against the wall. The mushroom cloud footage is painted across his face.

DONOVAN
Doesn’t this seem kind of... complicated?

Gary is by the diorama. A projector casts the images of war on the wall. He lights an action figure on fire, and makes the sound effect of someone being incinerated.

GARY
Huh? Oh, negative. This is just a contingency plan.

DONOVAN
It also seems kind of...dangerous.

GARY
I’ll have your back at all times, soldier.

DONOVAN
And I think I’m getting a sore throat.

GARY
(concerned)
Really?

SQUAWK SQUAWK SQUAWK SQUAWK

Donovan jumps. He and Gary both look at the alarm clock. Donovan reaches for the clock. He pushes buttons.

GARY
What are you doing?

DONOVAN
I’m snoozing it.

GARY
Negative.

DONOVAN
I need ten more minutes, man.

GARY
Take your hand off that clock, soldier.

Gary suddenly has a pistol in his hand.

DONOVAN
Five minutes?

Gary loads a red rubber dart into the pistol. He cocks it.

GARY
What? I can’t hear you. I’m in combat mode.

Gary turns off his headlamp. He sort-of disappears.

GARY
Now I’m in stealth mode.

Gary, totally visible, worms his way along the floorboards, like he’s crawling through a trench.

DONOVAN
Gee, Gary, where’d you go? I can’t see you anywhere.

Gary pops up and puts the gun in Donovan's face.

GARY
If you snooze that clock one more time, you're disobeying a direct order, and I'll be forced to shoot you in the face.

DONOVAN
Do you really think we can do this?

GARY
N.Q.I.M.M.

DONOVAN
What?

GARY
No Question In My Mind.

DONOVAN
Did you just make that up?

GARY
No, man. It’s real.

4 INT. CONVENIENCE STORE – NIGHT (DREAM SEQUENCE)

Donovan enters a typical convenience store. He looks around nervously, scanning the store.

A WOMAN is by the counter, trying to choose a flavor of beef jerky. The ethnic CLERK is arguing into his cell phone in a foreign language.

Gary is by the magazine rack, in disguise. He’s dressed in a white painter’s suit, with a long wooden roller in the crook of his arm. He pretends to read a guns-and-ammo type magazine.

Mustering his courage, Donovan walks up to the counter. He pulls a folded note from his pocket. He places it carefully on the counter, and gives the clerk a serious look.

The clerk is oblivious. At a loss, Donovan unfolds the note, smoothing the wrinkles so the clerk can read it. The clerk ignores him, continuing to argue into his cell phone.

DONOVAN
Gary. Psst. Gary.

Gary doesn’t hear Donovan. He’s now actually absorbed in the magazine. Donovan tries to wave to him, to no avail.

The woman sets her items on the counter. Seeing the note, she turns it slightly to read it.

NOTE: Dear Clerk, (There's a magic-marker drawing of a stick figure holding a pistol, and another handing over a sack of money). Sincerely, Robber.

The woman looks fearfully over at Donovan.

DONOVAN
Oh, uh, that’s not for you...

Donovan reaches for the note. The woman, interpreting it as an attack, gasps.

WOMAN
Don’t!

DONOVAN
Don’t what?

She runs for the back of the store.

Gary looks up, sees the woman running into the aisles. He drops the magazine and runs to cut her off.

TOY SECTION - Gary slows. Something catches his eye.

Donovan, still by the counter, looks around. Gary walks out of the toy aisle, absorbed in a packaged action figure. The woman appears behind him, running for the door.

Donovan hisses at Gary and points behind him. Gary turns, just as the woman careens past him. He topples backwards, disappearing into an aisle with a CRASH.

Donovan is about to go to him, but freezes. There is the sound of a gun clicking. Donovan turns to see the clerk holding a SHOTGUN in his face.

DONOVAN
Uh, Gary? Code Purple.

There is a CRUNCH. Donovan winces, then looks around. Gary is SCREAMING. He hops out from the aisle. He's now wearing a full hunter's outfit, and has a BEAR TRAP on his foot.

The clerk gives a laugh. Donovan does a double-take: the bald clerk now has long, golden locks of hair. The clerk gives Donovan a smile and a wink. He pulls the trigger.

5 INT. AUTOMOBILE - DAY

Donovan wakes up. He’s in the passenger seat of a cluttered old car, clutching a first aid kit. Next to him, Gary arranges action figures on the dash.

GARY
What'd you dream about?

DONOVAN
I think I dreamt about...your hunting accident.

GARY
(sighing)
Yeah. I dream about that a lot too.

Gary’s focus returns to the action figures.

DONOVAN
What time do they open?

GARY
0730.

His and Donovan's characters sit in snazzy, James Bond type sports car. It’s parked in front of a photograph of a convenience store.

Donovan looks out the window. They're parked in front of the actual convenience store, but in their ratty, beat-up Pontiac Grand-Prix.

DONOVAN
So, after it’s done. We’re going where again?

GARY
To the Waffle Hut, to re-supply with pancake rations.

DONOVAN
Yeah, with maple syrup. Man, that sounds good.

Donovan opens up the door and PUKES into the gutter. Gary looks at him questioningly.

GARY
When I'm nauseated, I use the counting technique. Zero, one, two...

DONOVAN
Two...

Donovan stops. He opens the door, ready to puke again.

GARY
What number are you on?

DONOVAN
Uh...I stopped at two.

Gary's watch alarm goes BEEP BEEP BEEP.

GARY
Time to get ready.

Donovan closes the door.

DONOVAN
Oh. Good.

Gary turns off his video game. He opens the glove box. Inside are two ski masks, the real pistol, the rubber dart pistol, two walkie talkies, and some black makeup.

Gary rubs black makeup around his eyes. They don their masks. They clip on walkie-talkies. Gary cocks his real pistol. Donovan pulls a rubber dart out of his and discards it.

DONOVAN
What color is my pom-pom?

GARY
Red.

DONOVAN
(under his breath)
Like my blood.

GARY
What was that?

DONOVAN
Oh...I said, 'Like my blood.'

GARY
That reminds me. What's the plan if you get shot?

DONOVAN
What?

Gary points his pistol at Donovan's action figure.

GARY
Assuming you don't get shot in the face, or the heart - just your arm gets blown off or something.
(rips arm off figure)
We need to have a contingency plan.

DONOVAN
Well...what do you suggest?

GARY
(illustrating w/figures)
Plan A - I leave you for the cops. They arrest you, you go to jail, disfigured for life.

DONOVAN
Ok. Plan B?

GARY
I put you out of your misery.

DONOVAN
How?

GARY
(illustrating w/figures)
Well, I could suffocate you. Or - I know - I’ll give you a quick chop to the brainstem, and then when you hit the ground, I’ll stomp on your esophagus.

DONOVAN
You know, on second thought go ahead and let the cops take me to the hospital.

GARY
Sure?

DONOVAN
Yeah. Thanks for offering, though.

GARY
Oh it’s no problem.

A moment of silence. Donovan starts counting again.

DONOVAN
Two...two...

Gary looks over at Donovan. He's holding his action figure, white-knuckled, trying to put the arm back on.

Gary grabs Donovan’s ski mask and tugs it off.

DONOVAN
What are you doing?

GARY
Change of plan. Start the car.

DONOVAN
What?

GARY
When I exit with the money, pull the car up to the door.

DONOVAN
(guilty/elated)
Are you sure?

GARY
Expect my emergence at 0820!

DONOVAN
(looking at watch)
Wait, what time is that?

GARY
I’m going in!

DONOVAN
Gary-

GARY
(bellowing)
AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!

Gary throws the car door open.

6 EXT. PARKING LOT - DAY

Gary’s foot, covered in the cast, thumps down.

The rubber end of a wrist-supported crutch POKS on the pavement. With a POK...POK...POK Gary begins to slowly, slowly crutch across the parking lot.

Gary mutters fiercely under his breath. He whips his gun around at any little sound. A kid on a BMX bike rides by, almost knocking Gary over. He recovers, and tracks the kid with his pistol.

Back in the car, Donovan looks increasingly ashamed as he watches Gary crutch across the parking lot.

7 EXT. CONVENIENCE STORE - DAY

Gary nears the door. His breathing quickens as he psychs himself up. He makes it right up to the door and then-

SLAM! Gary crashes into the closed doors. He looks down. The sign reads ‘PULL’. In one hand Gary’s holding the crutch, in the other the pistol. Gary tries to open the door with the pinky fingers of the gun-hand. No dice.

He then tries to put the gun sideways in his mouth, like a pirate. The gun CLATTERS to the ground. Gary sighs. He reaches down for the gun, fingers stretching.

Another hand grabs the pistol. Gary looks up. It’s Donovan. His ski mask on, he holds the pistol limply.

Gary *almost* smiles. A signal passes between them, unspoken, and the two step forward, reaching for the door handles.

CLUNK! The doors are locked.

GARY
What?!?

DONOVAN
Huh. The lights are on.

Gary mashes his face against the window.

GARY
What the hell? They’re supposed to be open.

DONOVAN
The sign says 730 to midnight.

GARY
It’s 0810 by my watch.

Gary KNOCKS on the glass repeatedly.

GARY
I’m reporting this to the better business bureau.

DONOVAN
Yeah. What the hell?

Gary looks at his watch again.

GARY
Oh no.

DONOVAN
What?

GARY
I forgot to set the clocks back.

DONOVAN
Huh?

GARY
Spring forward, Fall back.

DONOVAN
Oh.

GARY
I compromised the mission.

DONOVAN
The mission's compromised?


GARY
Dammit!

Gary pulls his ski mask off and throws it on the ground.

DONOVAN
Hey, it's alright man.

Gary sits with a WHUMP on the curb, looking dejected.

DONOVAN
Seriously, it’s alright. We've only got like, 15 minutes. We can wait-

GARY
Oh, it’s not even about that.

Donovan sits down next to Gary and takes his mask off.

GARY
Man, I didn't want to tell you, but...I got turned down by the Army recruiter.

DONOVAN
Again?

GARY
I think he thinks I'm incompetent.

DONOVAN
Oh, man. That's just not true.

GARY
I don't know. I mean, look at this robbery.

DONOVAN
Hey, it's going okay-

GARY
Negative. It's over. Another botched mission, like all the rest.

Gary pulls out his phone and starts playing video games. The two sit in silence for a moment.

A CLERK walks into frame. He unlocks the front door of the convenience store and turns out the ‘OPEN’ sign.

DONOVAN
You want a cup of coffee?

GARY
No. Thanks.

8 INT. CONVENIENCE STORE - DAY

Donovan sets a cup of coffee down on the counter. He looks out the window of the store. Gary is on the curb, playing his video game, looking pretty dejected.

9 EXT. CONVENIENCE STORE - DAY

DONOVAN
Got you something.

Donovan hands Gary a packaged action figure.

GARY
Wow.

DONOVAN
Yeah, huh?

GARY
(thinking)
You know who this reminds me of? The manager at the bank.

DONOVAN
Oh yeah?

Donovan sips his coffee, glad to see Gary's reaction.

GARY
Yeah. Affirmative. All he needs is a suit and tie.
(pause)
But the diorama's going to need a serious overhaul.

Donovan's smile freezes on his face.

DONOVAN
Oh...yeah?

GARY
(pulls out his walkie)
Okay. Pretend this is the dump truck.


DONOVAN
Dump truck?

GARY
Affirmative. You'll be here, parked around back.

DONOVAN
Of…?

GARY
The bank.

DONOVAN
Our dump truck?

GARY
Affirmative. It’ll have to be filled with sand.

DONOVAN
Sand.

GARY
And you’re going to have three umbrellas. One black, one white, one grey.

DONOVAN
Umbrellas. Check.

GARY
Now if the guard is by the door, hold up the black umbrella, and I’ll come in with the flame thrower.

DONOVAN
Flame thrower?

GARY
If the guard is on his break, hold up the white umbrella, and I’ll come in with the mustard gas.

DONOVAN
Uh...

 


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