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MDM - 1
MR.DETROITMETAL
The True Story Of An Automotive Super Hero
Created by : Peter Archer
Screenplay by : Wayne Wiggins Jr.
Copyright 2010 - Stingrays Studio
All Rights Reserved.
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CHAPTER ONE : " THE ROOT OF EVIL "
OPEN : Detroit, September 1960 ...
Camera pans across the upward sloping lawn of a tranquil, luxurious ranch style home, it is an early brisk morning and a bit of fog rests just above the lawn, as a well dressed man in a business suit emerges from the front door of the home, and he walks along the front porch into the garage. ( the camera follows him from behind.)
He opens the side door to the garage, where we see two cars, a dark Metallic Gray 1960 Chevy Bel-Air Sedan & a 1959 Black Ford Thunderbird Coupe. He walks behind the cars and pulls up the garage door, then turns and walks back towards the Chevy, inserting the key into the driver’s door.
Cut to Close up : The Key turning in the Car’s door lock.
Cut to directly outside the Garage door :We see him open the door to the Chevy, get inside and close the driver’s door. As we hear the engine crank over, the entire Garage explodes into a burning inferno. The scene hangs as parts of both cars fly outward from the garage, still burning with flames.
Fade to : 2 Months Earlier...June 1960
We see the Michigan Oil Company (MOC, INC) board room, where under a giant logo of a Green Dinosaur, a dozen men are seated around an oval table, at one end is the man we just saw get blown away in his car and he is speaking to the rest of the men at the table, as the camera pans away from him reveling the board members seated at the table listening to him speak ;
Dutch, The Accountant :
“ I have worked with all of you in this company for over 25 years now, creating a Tax Strategy that has over the past allowed this company to save billions in cash payments to the U.S. Government,... money which otherwise would have been lost to you, if not for my creative accounting practices,... ( slight applause from the table)... literally I have invented an entirely new Tax Structure for this Company, allowing ALL of you to keep the majority of revenues from our operations around the World...I did this in hope that each of you would use this extra money to improve the operations and benefits for our employees, better the scope of services we offer and generally provide for the people we depend upon,.. our customers... those who gave us these great sums of money. “
Board Member :
“ Well Dutch,... We certainly DO appreciate your genius,...Hell, with what you know, you could bury ALL of us in one fell swoop ! “
2nd Board Member :
“ Oh, Christ...he could bury the entire the entire Free World !!! “
3rd Board Member :
“ Yeah...THAT is why we pay him so well...Right Boys ? “
( Laughter erupts among the Board Members )
Dutch :
“Gentleman, Please....PLEASE,...I think WE have a real problem to discuss here, not that I don’t appreciate all the wonderful things you have given to me and my family, the close friendships I have made and the incredible life you have afforded me to live...but,...”
( the room falls silent)
“...I have gone over the figures for this last two Years 1959 & the current 1960 earnings, where in 1959 we showed the greatest profit in the company history, and now in 1960 are set to surpass that record setting profit. In preparing the new 1961 budget...Well, let’s just say, ...there are some very extraordinary expenditures for 1961...like the payments to our subsidiary in Texas... “
Board Member :
Oh, C’mon Dutch...We have to pay off those damn Texans for their Oil Contracts with the Mid East Poo Bahs,..or they will cut our supply and twist our nuts until we do ! “
2nd Board Member :
Dutch, You Know We ALL respect you here, you’re the best thing since sliced bread,...But this is WAR, if we don’t payoff the Texas Oil bastards who control the Oil & Gas supply, Hell,...we may all as well go whistle Dixie up a pole, ...they will Kill Us ! “
Dutch :
“What the Hell are you telling me ? !!!...This Company just made more money than any Oil Company in America, and you are afraid to stand up to these son of a bitches ? “
Board Member :
“ Dutch, Dutch,...please...Understand that we Have to play the game...or they Will cut us off. These bastards don’t give a crap about this country, our customers or you and me...they just want to be PAID...now. These boys from Texas are Dead Serious, even if they are just a bunch of Cowboys, looking to rule the World...THEY have the Oil Contracts with the Middle East countries and aim to use that to their advantage...no matter what the rest of us think “
2nd Board Member :
“ Hey, like it or not these guys from Texas have a plan,...I have heard them talking, they are intending to control the World Oil Supply and use that to gain advantages with the US Government, so they can run the whole show from behind the scenes...they are not joking either, remember that Senator who opposed the oil leases with the Shah of Iran ?
...and his airplane just happened to run out of gas over Nebraska ? “
Dutch :
“ Jesus Christ !...Do you hear what your saying ?...Our customers have come to Trust us, for a fair price & quality products, Now WE are being Held Up by a bunch of cowboys who are committing Treason for their own benefit...and you expect ME to go along with this ? “
Chairmen of the Board :
“ Dutch, calm down...it is not as bad as all that. You have created a new way to evaluate profits for our company, a model for the future that will allow us to keep most all of our revenues and put them back into the company, you have given us something nobody else could, your genius has brought us the means to control our own destiny. Times are changing Dutch,... and we have to change with them if we are to continue to prosper as we have been,.. that means we Need YOU to be a Team Player. Help us to solve the challenges we are facing, and everyone will be better off for it, ...OK, Dutch ?. “
Dutch :
“ Frank, ...Look you know I will do whatever needs to be done for this Company and you, Christ you’re my son’s Godfather...and the guys around this table are my lifelong friends,...But we have worked so hard to get where we are today and I just don’t want to see a bunch of horseshit cowboys take it all away “
( laughter )
Cut to later that same day : Inside the Chairmen of MOC, Inc’s office where we see the Chairmen “Frank”, seated at his "lunch" table with several others entering the office across the room from him, a thin bearded Arab man wearing white robes, and next to him is a large man with a linebacker build, smoking a cigar and wearing a 10 gallon Texas cowboy hat, along side them are two men wearing dark suits, white shirts and thin ties...He gets up from his table to greet the men entering the Executive's Office ;
Chairmen :
“ So Gentlemen,... Welcome to Michigan !...How can we help you today ? “
Texan :
“ Well Bub, ...you can pay us for starters ! “
Chairmen :
“Pay YOU ?...excuse me but what exactly are you referring to ?...Do we still owe you money ?...I thought all that was completed for the year, was it not ? “
Texan :
“ Listen here buddy...your getting this straight from the Horse’s mouth, My friend here Prince Abdul has a new government program...”
Chairmen :
(cutting off the Texan in mid sentence )
"I see, so perhaps he can explain that to me so I understand what exactly you need ?"
Prince Abdul :
“ Thank you for taking the time and accepting to meet with me today in order to discuss our countries concerns regarding the supply of crude oil to your company. We are most interested in the exceptional profits your company has achieved this past year.”
Chairmen :
“ Thank You, it is my pleasure to meet with you and yes we were very fortunate this past year in our earnings, due in no small part to your quality product provided to us...”
Texan :
“ Oh, Cut the Bull Crap !!..We want to know how the HELL you made all that money ! “
Chairmen :
“Well we have a very popular advertising campaign, you know it,... our Dinosaur, and...”
Texan : (interrupting)
“AHHOWW !!, Jesus, Mary an Joseph,..you think I am some greenhorn that’s gonna buy that horse crap ?...Do you see these two cock suckers sitting over here ? Well Sir,...they are from the US Department of the Treasury...I asked them to come along on this posse to dig through your books until we get a Real Answer, ...not some Bull Shit you give me. “
Chairmen :
“ Well I could get...”
Prince Abdul :
( Interrupting )
“ Sir, I apologize for my partners comment, it is just that well, we are very impressed with your earnings for the past year and would like to learn how you were able to accomplish this, as it is quite extraordinary “
Texan :
“ Damn you Frank, you sumabitch, with this cock sucking college manner talk, you both make me wanna puke...show me the God Damned Money !!...you got anything worth a shit to drink around here ? “
The Texan erupts out of his chair in a rage, looking around the office.
Chairmen :
“ Well. Sir...maybe one of those government agents you brought along can find the Bar over there ( he points his finger to the bar at the opposite wall of his office ) ..and pour you a God Damn Stiff One ! “
Prince Abdul :
“ Perhaps you and I need to speak in private, are you free for dinner tonight ? “
Chairmen :
“ It would be my pleasure, shall we say the Hunt Club at 7:30 ? “
Prince Abdul :
“ That will be perfect, thank you “
The two men shake hands as the Texan downs a tumbler of Whiskey and storms out of the office with the two agents in tow. He can be heard growling “ I want my money, boy ... you pansy ass college fagot...I WANT MY GOD DAMN Money, or there will be Hell to pay, son, sure as Texas is True !!! “...as he marches through the corridors of MOC, Inc.
Dissolve to 45 Years Later....
Fade out into music montage ( James Brown’s ; Living In America ) with images of American Society changing the landscape over the times form 1960 to 2010 ;.
CHAPTER TWO : "THE PLOT THICKENS"
CHAPTER THREE : "EXECUTION"
CHAPTER FOUR : "BLACK OPS"
CHAPTER FIVE : "SHOW ME...DON'T TELL ME"
....& MUCH MORE TO COME !!!
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( THE CONTINUING SERIES OF AN ILLUSTRATED MOVIE SCRIPT )
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THE TRUE ADVENTURES OF MR. DETROITMETAL AND STINGRAY !!!
MDM - 1
MR.DETROITMETAL
The True Story Of An Automotive Super Hero
Created by : Peter Archer
Screenplay by : Wayne Wiggins Jr.
Copyright 2010 - Stingrays Studio
All Rights Reserved.
CLICK BELOW HEAR A "SOUNDTRACK" BY GORILLAZ WHILE YOU ENJOY THE ADVENTURES OF MR.METAL
AND STINGRAY ; THE MUSIC WILL START TO PLAY, THEN JUST SCROLL DOWN THE PAGE TO READ THE STORY :
CHAPTER ONE : " THE ROOT OF EVIL "
OPEN : Detroit, September 1960 ...
Camera pans across the upward sloping lawn of a tranquil, luxurious ranch style home, it is an early brisk morning and a bit of fog rests just above the lawn, as a well dressed man in a business suit emerges from the front door of the home, and he walks along the front porch into the garage. ( the camera follows him from behind.)
He opens the side door to the garage, where we see two cars, a dark Metallic Gray 1960 Chevy Bel-Air Sedan & a 1959 Black Ford Thunderbird Coupe. He walks behind the cars and pulls up the garage door, then turns and walks back towards the Chevy, inserting the key into the driver’s door.
Cut to Close up : The Key turning in the Car’s door lock.
Cut to directly outside the Garage door :We see him open the door to the Chevy, get inside and close the driver’s door. As we hear the engine crank over, the entire Garage explodes into a burning inferno. The scene hangs as parts of both cars fly outward from the garage, still burning with flames.
Fade to : 2 Months Earlier...June 1960
We see the Michigan Oil Company (MOC, INC) board room, where under a giant logo of a Green Dinosaur, a dozen men are seated around an oval table, at one end is the man we just saw get blown away in his car and he is speaking to the rest of the men at the table, as the camera pans away from him reveling the board members seated at the table listening to him speak ;
Dutch, The Accountant :
“ I have worked with all of you in this company for over 25 years now, creating a Tax Strategy that has over the past allowed this company to save billions in cash payments to the U.S. Government,... money which otherwise would have been lost to you, if not for my creative accounting practices,... ( slight applause from the table)... literally I have invented an entirely new Tax Structure for this Company, allowing ALL of you to keep the majority of revenues from our operations around the World...I did this in hope that each of you would use this extra money to improve the operations and benefits for our employees, better the scope of services we offer and generally provide for the people we depend upon,.. our customers... those who gave us these great sums of money. “
Board Member :
“ Well Dutch,... We certainly DO appreciate your genius,...Hell, with what you know, you could bury ALL of us in one fell swoop ! “
2nd Board Member :
“ Oh, Christ...he could bury the entire the entire Free World !!! “
3rd Board Member :
“ Yeah...THAT is why we pay him so well...Right Boys ? “
( Laughter erupts among the Board Members )
Dutch :
“Gentleman, Please....PLEASE,...I think WE have a real problem to discuss here, not that I don’t appreciate all the wonderful things you have given to me and my family, the close friendships I have made and the incredible life you have afforded me to live...but,...”
( the room falls silent)
“...I have gone over the figures for this last two Years 1959 & the current 1960 earnings, where in 1959 we showed the greatest profit in the company history, and now in 1960 are set to surpass that record setting profit. In preparing the new 1961 budget...Well, let’s just say, ...there are some very extraordinary expenditures for 1961...like the payments to our subsidiary in Texas... “
Board Member :
Oh, C’mon Dutch...We have to pay off those damn Texans for their Oil Contracts with the Mid East Poo Bahs,..or they will cut our supply and twist our nuts until we do ! “
2nd Board Member :
Dutch, You Know We ALL respect you here, you’re the best thing since sliced bread,...But this is WAR, if we don’t payoff the Texas Oil bastards who control the Oil & Gas supply, Hell,...we may all as well go whistle Dixie up a pole, ...they will Kill Us ! “
Dutch :
“What the Hell are you telling me ? !!!...This Company just made more money than any Oil Company in America, and you are afraid to stand up to these son of a bitches ? “
Board Member :
“ Dutch, Dutch,...please...Understand that we Have to play the game...or they Will cut us off. These bastards don’t give a crap about this country, our customers or you and me...they just want to be PAID...now. These boys from Texas are Dead Serious, even if they are just a bunch of Cowboys, looking to rule the World...THEY have the Oil Contracts with the Middle East countries and aim to use that to their advantage...no matter what the rest of us think “
2nd Board Member :
“ Hey, like it or not these guys from Texas have a plan,...I have heard them talking, they are intending to control the World Oil Supply and use that to gain advantages with the US Government, so they can run the whole show from behind the scenes...they are not joking either, remember that Senator who opposed the oil leases with the Shah of Iran ?
...and his airplane just happened to run out of gas over Nebraska ? “
Dutch :
“ Jesus Christ !...Do you hear what your saying ?...Our customers have come to Trust us, for a fair price & quality products, Now WE are being Held Up by a bunch of cowboys who are committing Treason for their own benefit...and you expect ME to go along with this ? “
Chairmen of the Board :
“ Dutch, calm down...it is not as bad as all that. You have created a new way to evaluate profits for our company, a model for the future that will allow us to keep most all of our revenues and put them back into the company, you have given us something nobody else could, your genius has brought us the means to control our own destiny. Times are changing Dutch,... and we have to change with them if we are to continue to prosper as we have been,.. that means we Need YOU to be a Team Player. Help us to solve the challenges we are facing, and everyone will be better off for it, ...OK, Dutch ?. “
Dutch :
“ Frank, ...Look you know I will do whatever needs to be done for this Company and you, Christ you’re my son’s Godfather...and the guys around this table are my lifelong friends,...But we have worked so hard to get where we are today and I just don’t want to see a bunch of horseshit cowboys take it all away “
( laughter )
Cut to later that same day : Inside the Chairmen of MOC, Inc’s office where we see the Chairmen “Frank”, seated at his "lunch" table with several others entering the office across the room from him, a thin bearded Arab man wearing white robes, and next to him is a large man with a linebacker build, smoking a cigar and wearing a 10 gallon Texas cowboy hat, along side them are two men wearing dark suits, white shirts and thin ties...He gets up from his table to greet the men entering the Executive's Office ;
Chairmen :
“ So Gentlemen,... Welcome to Michigan !...How can we help you today ? “
Texan :
“ Well Bub, ...you can pay us for starters ! “
Chairmen :
“Pay YOU ?...excuse me but what exactly are you referring to ?...Do we still owe you money ?...I thought all that was completed for the year, was it not ? “
Texan :
“ Listen here buddy...your getting this straight from the Horse’s mouth, My friend here Prince Abdul has a new government program...”
Chairmen :
(cutting off the Texan in mid sentence )
"I see, so perhaps he can explain that to me so I understand what exactly you need ?"
Prince Abdul :
“ Thank you for taking the time and accepting to meet with me today in order to discuss our countries concerns regarding the supply of crude oil to your company. We are most interested in the exceptional profits your company has achieved this past year.”
Chairmen :
“ Thank You, it is my pleasure to meet with you and yes we were very fortunate this past year in our earnings, due in no small part to your quality product provided to us...”
Texan :
“ Oh, Cut the Bull Crap !!..We want to know how the HELL you made all that money ! “
Chairmen :
“Well we have a very popular advertising campaign, you know it,... our Dinosaur, and...”
Texan : (interrupting)
“AHHOWW !!, Jesus, Mary an Joseph,..you think I am some greenhorn that’s gonna buy that horse crap ?...Do you see these two cock suckers sitting over here ? Well Sir,...they are from the US Department of the Treasury...I asked them to come along on this posse to dig through your books until we get a Real Answer, ...not some Bull Shit you give me. “
Chairmen :
“ Well I could get...”
Prince Abdul :
( Interrupting )
“ Sir, I apologize for my partners comment, it is just that well, we are very impressed with your earnings for the past year and would like to learn how you were able to accomplish this, as it is quite extraordinary “
Texan :
“ Damn you Frank, you sumabitch, with this cock sucking college manner talk, you both make me wanna puke...show me the God Damned Money !!...you got anything worth a shit to drink around here ? “
The Texan erupts out of his chair in a rage, looking around the office.
Chairmen :
“ Well. Sir...maybe one of those government agents you brought along can find the Bar over there ( he points his finger to the bar at the opposite wall of his office ) ..and pour you a God Damn Stiff One ! “
Prince Abdul :
“ Perhaps you and I need to speak in private, are you free for dinner tonight ? “
Chairmen :
“ It would be my pleasure, shall we say the Hunt Club at 7:30 ? “
Prince Abdul :
“ That will be perfect, thank you “
The two men shake hands as the Texan downs a tumbler of Whiskey and storms out of the office with the two agents in tow. He can be heard growling “ I want my money, boy ... you pansy ass college fagot...I WANT MY GOD DAMN Money, or there will be Hell to pay, son, sure as Texas is True !!! “...as he marches through the corridors of MOC, Inc.
Dissolve to 45 Years Later....
Fade out into music montage ( James Brown’s ; Living In America ) with images of American Society changing the landscape over the times form 1960 to 2010 ;.
CHAPTER TWO : "THE PLOT THICKENS"
CHAPTER THREE : "EXECUTION"
CHAPTER FOUR : "BLACK OPS"
CHAPTER FIVE : "SHOW ME...DON'T TELL ME"
....& MUCH MORE TO COME !!!
You Gotta Stay " tuned in here " for next week's installment of MDM -1...Taking You Where you need to go...To the Heart of our Reality and so much more drama too !!!
BOOKMARK THIS PAGE NOW....DON'T MISS A SINGLE EPISODE !...IT'S A KILLER !!!
Chapter Two : “The Plot Thickens”
Dissolve Into ; Washington D.C., 2005, we see the White House and zoom into the Office of the President of the United States of America, where the President is seated at his desk in the Oval office, he seems a bit annoyed and throws a pencil across the room :
President W :
( as he presses the intercom on his desk )
“ Hey boy, where is my beer ?...I asked for a beer 20 minutes ago ! “
( letting go of the intercom he says to himself )
“ Damn, They expect me to do this shit without even a beer ? !!! “
The door to the office opens and a man in a dark suit appears, he speaks ;
“ Sir, King Abdul is here now to see you...as expected “
President W :
“Oh Damn, tell the kitchen to cancel my beer, I can’t drink in front of him ,,,OK, show him in, ...Damn, ..son of a bitch !! “
King Abdul :
Entering into the office is the same man we saw before, older and more ornately clothed.
“ Mr. President, a pleasure to see you once again, I trust your family is well, and your father,... how is he doing ? “
President W :
“ Oh, yeah, Daddy is just fine...he’s down on the farm back in Texas, screwing the help. “
King Abdul :
“ I see, ...Well Sir, I come to you today on a very important matter to both our countries, one which I trust you will keep in the utmost confidence. “
President W :
“ uhmm, sure, sure. “.
King Abdul :
“Well, Mr President,...about 40 years ago your government and mine conducted an investigation into a Oil Company in Michigan...One which I was part of, and ...well it ended quite badly. It seems that there was this accountant at the Oil Company who had created a new accounting method that resulted in phenomenal profits, a method we still use to this day and with a few modifications is responsible for our combined profits.”
President W :
“ Uh-huh, I see...he twiddled the numbers “
King Abdul :
“ Yes ...well Sir,...the accountant was, in spite of my effort to intercede, blown up in a car at his home...before we could debrief him on the content of his exposure to Government plans between our two Nations...”
President W :
“ uhh, Hmmmm...made him into Bar B Que, huh ?”
King Abdul :
“ Sir ...recent events have prompted us to consider that his Son, who was only a child at the time of his father’s death, may have gained access to Top Secret information, unknown to us at the time the father may have had this information, which if revealed even today, could put at risk our entire financial & military base Worldwide. “
President W :
“ UH,mmmm,...Well listen hear Ab Dual,...Don’t you worry, we will get to the bottom of this little piss ant and squash him like a fly at a picnic, good to see you again, thanks for coming to see me, but I got an appointment I need to keep right now “
King Abdul :
( a bit surprised )
“ Ok, ...but Mr President, if you could just look at the information here... “
President W :
“ Oh sure,...just leave it with my secretary...and don’t worry I will take care of this personally “
(Turning back to his Intercom as King Abdul exits the office )
“ God Damn, Get me that fucking Beer ! ,,,Now !! “
Cut to black.
Fade from black into Montage of Tokyo skyscrapers : Tokyo, Japan 2010 -
As the scene fades up we see inside one of the office buildings, where there is a burning oval of fire in the center of a large pillared meeting hall, where dozens of men in purple robes with hoods are standing just outside the oval of fire..., One man who is wearing a White Robe stands at the apex of the oval; he lifts his arms up and speaks ;
White Robe :
“ My Sons of G.O.D. we are displeased today by an unfortunate disturbance. One that has sadly cost us an esteemed member of long service to our society, a Man who was a G.O.D. Father of unquestionable commitment to the purpose of Global Oil Domination across the Planet. So, We mourn his loss to our continued control of World Markets, as he was a key provider and the primary instrument in bestowing the critical methods of economic control which has enabled us to provide the security and continuing protection and secrecy to the personal identities of each of us here today. This is no small concern to each of us, as we have so far been unable to identify the source of responsibility for this and other actions adverse to our combined efforts over the last several years, this is a continued question as to who or what is behind these events.”
White Robe gestures with a wave of his arm to the wall behind him, and as the wall separates, a giant video screen is revealed with a somewhat distorted image that begins to appear...it shows the face of a very distraught Old Man, fraught with fear, yet who is still recognizable as “Frank”,...the Chairmen of MOC, Inc....the picture goes full screen :
Chairmen “Frank” :
“ Why ?...why have you done this to me ?....my company is destroyed, my family has left me and I am an Old Man with nothing to show for my entire life now !!!...”.
The fuzzy Video reveals an undefined image of a human like Machine Man, who appears to be constructed of flat brushed metal with glowing ultraviolet eyes, and “Hot Rod” flames painted on his arms & legs, as he leans forward & down into the camera :
MrDetroitMetal :
“ Oh please Frank,...if indeed you are a Godfather then you know exactly who I am.”
Chairmen “Frank”:
“ WHAT !!!...How do you know my name ?...What are you saying, I am a God Father ? Just WHO the Hell are you ? !! “
MrDetroitMetal :
“ Sucks to be You, Frank. “
Chairmen “Frank” :
“ What the Fuck ?...OH, NO !,....GOD DAMN ME !!
MrDetroitMetal :
“ Yeah, ...well it looks like you finally got something right...bitch “
The Machine Man turns and walks away getting into to a BLACK Custom Chevy Impala SS, which has been sitting behind him in the picture, the camera is centered on the license plate, which reads MR METAL, as the engine cranks up a huge spray of flames shoot out the back of the exhaust pipes, igniting “Frank” into a ball of burning flesh.
The image self destructs.
White Robe :
“ Gentlemen, as you see we are facing an extreme challenge that is a matter of life or death to each and every one of us here. We have no information on who this was, and when we traced back the license plate OF THIS KILLER CAR which was,...uh,...Well,...I regret to say, that it came back with THE NAME OF SOME AMERICAN ROCK STAR WHO SEEMS TO HAVE A PROBLEM WITH HIS DRIVING ” !!! ??? ...he had his lawyer threaten to stick "something" up my tailpipe, if I continued to slander his reputation as a "bad driver", Needless to say he had no connection to the incident."
General uproar erupts among the audience gathered around the table...”cat calls” can be heard from them as several men fall down in a faint, and one man grabs at his chest, then is seen falling face first into the burning fire of the oval ring...several men next to him attempt to rescue him, but are unable to retrieve him as their robes catch aflame.
Cut to : Detroit, 2010...
Open onto the Renaissance Center as the camera is Following a very professional looking & sexy woman who pulls up to the entrance in a Black Cadillac, walks into the lobby of the building, and proceeds into a restaurant where she is seated at a table inside.
We see sitting at the table an “aged” King Abdul who sits in conversation with three very well dressed businessmen...who are seemingly intent upon listening to his every word in amazement :
King Abdul :
“ Gentlemen, as I have told you today, I am an Old Man who is full of regret for the things I have enabled to occur, things which I would Never have agreed to..ever. I am here in disgrace to afford each of you, who represent the lifeblood of the Auto Industry of America, an opportunity to understand what has been deliberately done to you, by a secret society of greedy, egotistical, power hungry men that care nothing about your companies or the people of your nation. YOU are considered the enemy by them, as you are the last remaining industrial force of the United States of America, a country that has vexed the final intentions of this Global Oil Domination plan. “
Mr. GM :
“ Sir, as I understand what your telling us, this is unfathomable that our own leaders of America would conspire to destroy, not only our industry, but the very spirit of American culture to enslave the people of the country for personal profits....”
Mr. Ford :
“ You must admit Sir, that this certainly sounds to be a fantastic tale...Who would ever believe that any citizen of America would actually do these things ? “
Mr. Chrysler :
“ I just cannot buy this...What Proof do you Really offer us ? “
King Abdul :
“ Well. Gentlemen, I appreciate your doubts of what I tell you today, but surely you each must have wondered at some point in time why your Government allowed your competitors, from Europe and even more so from Japan, to have huge tax incentives, hire labor forces below the wages you paid, and did nothing to assist your obligations to pension and health care costs for decades, even while these competitors had from their own Government’s,...some form of a National Assistance which provided payments for these type of benefits and costs, which then enabled those companies to manufacture well below your cost, and then, at the same time your Government was restricting the design regulations of what you could bring to market ? That was done intentionally to you. “
Mr. GM :
“ Yes, I admit there have been some very serious doubts about the sanity of Government policy, and this is not just in the Auto Industry, the same type of manipulation you speak of has also occurred in the Steel, Electronics, and sadly, ...most ALL of the manufacturing companies of the USA, to where we are now,... with just an small handful of US based companies able to compete, & as you know we also had to “Beg” for help to continue. “
King Abdul :
“ Well this was all a carefully planned “execution” of American Industry, because the population of America has, even to this date and in spite of all the effort to derail them, held stubbornly to an Independent determination of their own fate. “
Mr. Ford :
“ This is admittedly a bit odd ... I mean here you are telling us that we are one of the last remaining targets of some Worldwide secret society of Oil Cartels, and after all have we not been one of the greatest “providers” to the benefit of the Oil Companies ? “
Mr. Chrysler :
“ True,... Hell, we are the companies that made all those so called Gas Guzzlers ! “
( slight chuckles from around the table )
King Abdul :
“ Gentlemen, this IS a deliberate criminal conspiracy that I am sad to say was enabled by one of your own, well intentioned citizens,...many years ago this man developed a method of corporate accounting which allowed the savings of untold vast sums of income, showing it all being returned as a reinvestment into research, development or new infrastructure improvements that were beneficial to the Government’s objectives...or rather to those who sought to control your Government. It has become the “Formula” for the takeover and at least, the manipulation of ALL of the current World Governments, except for the population of the USA, who as I said, somehow still continue to resist an acceptance of “Global Social Order”. Americans are just too unpredictable to control, so the decision was made to destroy vital corporations like yours and bring the people to their knees in poverty if need be, yet even that has so far failed to accomplish the full objectives of the Sons of G.O.D. society, despite their successful bankruptcy of your monetary system ...and now there is a new threat at hand. “
Advance preview of Chapter 3 - "draft script" ;
Chapter Three : “ Execution”
Cut to : Afghanistan, 2010... The construction field of an oil pipeline, many men and machines are working on the assembling of sections of the pipeline, it is a dirty and dramatic looking site with a large section of pipeline hanging between to giant cranes...;
Foreman :
“ Get that pipe laid down !!...the wind is picking up and we are running out of time. “ .
Worker #1 :
“ Damn that S. O. B. He never lets up !... You think after all the kids who died fighting that War here, ...somebody would give a shit that this gets done right ! “
Worker # 2 :
“ Oh shit ...they don’t give a fuck, time is money and money costs lives “
Worker # 1 :
“ Now THAT is Fucked Up. Hell it could be you or me next !! “
Worker # 2 :
“ Yeah another “terrorist attack” claims the lives of 2 American Contractors “
Worker # 1 :
( laughing )
“ Yeah that IS what they will say,...So why the fuck we here anyway ? “
Worker # 2 :
“ $124.50 an hour, and $250 an hour OT, courtesy of Uncle Sam, that’s why my man “
They both start to laugh....and suddenly stop.
Worker # 2 :
“ WHAT THE HELL IS THAT ? !!!! “
As before we see the pipeline hanging between two cranes, but underneath the sand & rocks are slowly erupting with a sickening sound, and emerging from the ground is a Large Black Metal Object, about 40 ft in circumference, it is round, and has a slowly flowing Black Substance swirling inside the Orb....there is some writing scrawled on it :
Worker # 1 :
“ Oh Dude, ...This is not good....what IS that ? “
Worker # 2 :
“ Oh Man, I still got three payments to make on my F-150, I can’t afford to die now “
Worker # 1 :
“ We’re Toast..... Look what it says on the side there “.
Worker # 2 :
(reading the words)
“ Sianara Suckers....Oh No,... we really are...... “
Before he can finish his words & as the two men are looking directly at each other in Fear,... a horribly powerful and huge sub-sonic sound goes off ;
BHaooo, ....(silence ) ....Ba, BOOM !!!
The pipes are seen exploding into chunks the size of bowling balls and flying through the air destroying the entire construction site...
A Second Sound is heard :
Waa, Waa, Waaa,... whooossshh...
The entire scene crackles into a soft yellow pudding, and burns to a dried Mustard color.
There is NO Sound at all.
The picture fades slowly to Black.
Open onto Dallas, Texas, 2010 :Lying across the fender of a new Toyota Pickup truck, that is adorned with a set of Large Bull Horns attached to it’s engine Hood, we see former President W, he is passed out cold from drinking beer and a half dozen cans are scattered across & on top of the truck, the truck is on fire inside the cab, and we see a Cigar stub in the right hand of “W”...His shirt sleeve is also on fire at the cuff, but he is unaware of this, until...:
Secret Service Agent :
( running towards the burning Truck, which is being consumed quickly )
“Sir !!... Mr President !!!...GOD DAMN “W”... YOUR ON FIRE, SON !!!”
W :
“ huh ?...uhhhahhh.”
SS Agent :
“ Sir,.. the truck...it’s on FIRE !!! “
W :
“ Fire ?...yeah sure,...fire ‘em !,... now let me sleep “
( he rolls over into the Fire )
“Awww !!...Hot Damn, I thought I toll dat dumb ass High-Row ta put Air Condition on this here shit heap truck,...Gawd Damn Japs...Hey,..whadathefuck ?.. I’m ON FIRE !! “
Off camera a pail of water is tossed onto W, who just rolls off the truck with the water onto the ground, landing face down in a pile of Horse Shit.
“ Ahhhh, ..Fuck Me. I done it AGAIN “
Turning to the SS Agent he growls ;
“ C’mon you idiot,...get me up outta here, an fetch us a coupla COLD beers ! “
SS Agent :
“Are you sure your OK Sir ? Let me get you another shirt an,...here’s a cerchief,.. you’ll wanna scrape that crap off your face,...your Daddy is up ta the House, some problem with the Pipeline he says “
W :
“ Ohhh, Why Me ? Hell he thinks just cuz I started dhat War to pay fer the pipeline that Now....EVERYTHING that goes wrong is somehow MY fault “
SS Agent
:
( Struggling to help W put on a clean shirt )
“ Yes Sir, well here let me help you put this shirt on...I think I see him walking over from the House now....No, no, Here Sir,... let’s do the right arm first...”
Approaching the two men who are having a struggle getting his shirt on, we see a tall thin man wearing a white cowboy hat and blue jeans, carrying a rifle swinging at his side ;
He speaks to W :
“ Hey ewwyou dumbass mutherfucker, where the hell is your balls boy or don’t you watch the News ? The Gawddamn pipeline was just blown ta hell by some “alien invaders “..what the hell you gonna do ‘bout DHAT ? “
W :
“ Daddy, remember I ain’t the President no more, we sold the farm to that dumb fuck, it’s HIS problem now...did you bring a Beer from the house with you ?
Daddy :
“ SOLD THE FARM !!...? ...you fuck’in Idiot, WE OWN that Pipeline !!”
W :
“ Oh ...Yeah right,...Did you bring that Beer with ya ? “
Daddy :
“ A BEER !!!...Your gonna need more than a beer for this, Son ! “
W :
“uhhhhhaahh,....What the fuck Now ? “
Cut to Inside the Ranch House, as Daddy, with a stumbling W in tow enter the room, where there is a gathering of Politicians, Businessmen & Military Officers seated in the Audio Visual Room of the house, They are all listening to the Director of the CIA, who stands in front, facing them with a large video screen behind him showing Images from the pipeline disaster ;
CIA Director :
“ Gentleman, I regret to inform you that we are now facing an unprecedented ATTACK ! Nothing of this magnitude has ever been seen before, the technology used to execute this single event is beyond our resources to identify the tactical means employed here, “
( a voice from the audience ) :
“ Sir, Do we know Who....or What is responsible for this “
CIA Director :
“ Unfortunately, ...No we do not. In spite of the extensive records provided from the past by our esteemed Loyal Servant, Mr. Hoover and new data that has been collected on American Citizens through the Patriot Acts, which of course we thank our hosts here today for, there has been no defined connections, other than a few odd fragments which do not correlate, to provide any insight into those responsible for this present action.”
( another voce from the audience ) :
“ Do you mean to say that this is not one of our own sanctioned Terrorist Attacks, and is also, Not an isolated event ?...That other incidents may be connected or may have led to this from the past ? “
CIA Director :
“ That appears to be the case. We are at a loss to identify the sources behind this at present...However, as I said there are fragments of data that might provide further insight, as well as other incidents over the past that may be related, as it seems that who or whatever is behind this has an extensive understanding into our purposes and is able to pinpoint their actions directly to where it causes the most damage to even our most covert efforts. Therefore, the destruction of this Pipeline has created an enormous set back that took decades, and billions of dollars, not to mention our control over the lives of thousands in the Military to put in place, and now...I regret to say...It is ALL Gone ! . “
Cut to Close Up of W as he reacts by chugging a glass of whiskey and falls off his chair, banging his fists on the floor in an utter fit of drunken frustration. His Daddy stands over & behind him with the rifle aimed at W’s ass, but resists his temptation to pull the trigger.
Cut to Black.
Cut Back ; Opening on :
An empty winding road, in the distance we HEAR the sound of a roaring V-8 engine going through the gears in that distinctive throaty V-8 sound.
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In JUST A..seemingly "blink of an eye", we SEE Mr.Metal's Stingray Camaro appear as a dot out of the curve in the distance, and suddenly it is upon us, in full force at high speed...the POV is aimed at the level of the license plate, the camera is sucked into the open front grille of the Camaro’s lower inter cooler fascia grille, the picture goes black & all the sound is silent for a split second, then emerges out the backside of the Camaro, in a short “freeze frame” that is focused directly upon the back license plate which reads :
MR METAL 1
The sound explodes as it returns just as the Camaro up shifts into 6th gear @ 7500 rpm, leaving a short chirp of rubber from the rear wheels and a puff of smoke...the camera POV is “blown away”...spinning & twirling in the air, landing on the pavement as the lens cracks & shatters.
The picture dissolves in a “Heat Stroke” ......
...dripping the image off the screen...
Fade to White.
Fade up from white into a speeding perspective of SNOW, seen from the very front of a toboggan rushing downhill through large pine trees, as the POV pulls out we see Dutch and his Son are on the “sled” rushing down the hillside, it is Northern Michigan, 1959,
Dutch :
“ Come On Son, GO !!!...Just grab the chains, dig in and STEER around the trees !!
YEAH !! ...Oh Yeah,...Ohhhh,.....Jesus Christ !.....Shit. “
( Dutch falls from the toboggan rolling in the snow )
The sled is going at least 35 to 40 Mph, downhill weaving in and out of many very large Pine, Oak, Birch & Maple trees, any One of which could cause a severe crash if the sled were to slam into any one of them, Dutch is watching in horror as his Son speeds down the hill alone, faster and faster....until HE realizes that the kid is DRIVING the sled with an ability of expertise that can only be appreciated, not taught. He is a Natural Born Racer.
Dutch :
(Yelling at the top of his lungs) ; “...GOD DAMN !! ........GO SON, ...GO !! “
Son :
“ Yeaaahh !.....I got it, I got it,....It’s OK “
Dutch :
“ Be Careful....Don’t hit the lake....Stop before.... STOP ! Jesus, STOP !!! “
He watches as the sled hits the embankment just at the edge of the frozen lake bed, which sends all 8 feet of the toboggan about five feet into the air, going about 45 mph !!!
Cut to a close up on the Face of his Son as he is flying air born over the lake bed, he is smiling ear to ear with a gleaming “eagle eye” look, plotting his landing approach, his face shows No Fear at all...The POV zooms into his Eye...
Cross Cut To (Present Day) Music Up (Miles Davis-Splatch- Tutu) :
The Eye of MrDetroitMetal, sitting behind the steering wheel, it is the SAME EYE as the “Kid on the Sled”, but as the Camera continues to pull out we see a man in his mid 30's
driving a Black Custom Corvette along the late night streets of Miami.
POV follows the Corvette through the wet neon lit streets of South Beach, over the Causeway onto Biscayne Boulevard, then south into Coconut Grove, where many private homes sit along the Bayside, as the Corvette pulls into one of the driveways, passing the main house, it slowly rolls to a stop next to a boathouse in the back facing Biscayne Bay.
The following conversation takes place in darkness, we can ONLY SEE two silhouettes ;
Mr Metal :
“ Hey Sting... I brought your ride back...thanks “
Voice in the Darkness ( Stingray) :
“ Hey, My Man Metal...Wus Up ?...eh, Come Check this out. “
Mr Metal :
“ Ahaw,...Sting, ...what’d ja do now ? “
Stingray :
“ Just tinker’in on the boat “....” member what we said ‘bout the best place to hide shit “
Mr Metal :
“ Oh, Yeah, ...Right in front of your face “
Stingray :
“ There IT is,...an jus’ in time for Devil’s Night “
Mr Metal :
( laughing )
“ Oh... fuck, that’s..awesome. “
We Do NOT SEE what the two men are talking about, just a dark gleaming Race Boat inside the boathouse, apparently it is ALL Black, about 40 feet long and a Catamaran. The two of them are standing inside the boathouse laughing in the darkness...
Fade to Black
Cut to “Halloween Night 2012” on South Beach :
( Music Up - Funk #49 - James Gang )
POV follows behind the legs of a Costumed Female along the sidewalk, She wears High Spiked heel shoes and a Purple Sequined dress cut at the hem in diagonals, as she walks along, we gain a sense of the bizarre off the wall characters on the street this night, suddenly she is passed by two BMX styled bicycles, the riders are performing some amazing “stunts” as they ride the walkway, hopping the curbs, jumping across restaurant tables, riding over parked cars, both of the riders are costumed, one is MDM & the other is Stingray, as they present a stark contrast in their attire, MDM wearing his Chrome Suit and Stingray dressed in Deep Purple & Black, each ride Titanium Cannondale bikes with “jam pipes” on the wheels, enabling them to execute some extraordinary stunts :
Stingray :
“Yo Metal, you got dis shiz down yet ? “
MDM :
“ Use it or Lose it Bro “
Stingray :
“ Oh,... you all THAT now, huh ?
MDM :
“ Show Me, ...Don’t tell me “
Stingray :
“ I’ght then, ...it’s Hammer Time“
MDM :
“ Do it,...Let’s do it Now ! “
As MDM speaks these last few words, we see Stingray turn off the sidewalk into the street, jumping across the cars, driving in opposite directions and landing onto the Beach sidewalk, where he “Pops Up” and onto the Coral Shell beach wall, straddling the divider between the sidewalk and the beach, he speeds up...POV perspective from Stingray, as we see heading straight for him on the wall in the opposite direction is MDM. The two bikes are aimed towards a head on collision course as they approach each other, the point of contact is an opening in the wall,...the two bikes launch off the wall together, heading directly at each other in mid air....as the bikes collide, they are caught up by the “Jam Pipes” and hook wheels in mid air, causing the bikes to spinning while just hanging in the air, suddenly both crash to the ground....and....BOTH of the riders have disappeared !
Cut to : POV eastward into the wall opening, two bikes lay together on the ground :
50 ft. Offshore in the darkness of the night ocean waves, we see the Black Race Boat, the same one seen before inside the boathouse,...as suddenly two torpedo rockets are launched off the deck of the boat, soaring 10 ft above the ocean & beach, they both slam directly into the side of a parked white stretch Mercedes Limousine on Ocean Blvd, erupting the street into a 100 ft tall “ball of fire”...as the fire clears, there are only tiny parts of the limousine left on the street, smoldering and glowing red.
( Music Clears, giving way to real time audio )
POV : from the deck of the Black Race Boat, we SEE in the darkness two “figures” swimming out towards the boat, ...they are MDM & Stingray :
MDM :
“ Was that a “trick” or a treat ? “
Stingray :
“Oh HELL ,... it was a Soul Trip “
MDM :
“ Can you say, mmmm,... Pork Fried Rice ? “
Stingray :
“ No ...but I can say, uhh, ,,,them mutherfuckers got southern fried “
MDM :
“Uh huh,...Off the Planet “
Stingray :
“ Hey, they earned it...Death by Surprise, now you here, now you ain’t “
MDM :
“OK, well iz all cool beans,....Let’s finish this shit. “
Stingray :
“Ohhh, Yeahhh... I’m up for that. Them bitch ass fuckers can suck my dick “
MDM :
“ How eloquently you speak to the TRUTH, ...my brother “
( they BOTH start laughing,...but say nothing more...)
During this conversation both Men have been swimming out to the Black Race Boat, now they grab hold of the gunwales, and jump onboard, cranking up the twin GMC 502 engines and slipping away with a rumble,...under cover of the night.
Shanghai China, 2012,
POV : A remote enclave of buildings, it is early evening and the silhouettes on the rooftops show several tracking satellite dishes, seen against the sunset, as the POV moves through a large glass window and inside One building, we SEE a Man dressed in white robes and wearing a purple bandana upon his head,.... he is extremely aggravated :
Chairmen Kao Phung :
( In Chinese )
“ WHO THE FUCK DOING THESE THINGS ?? “
Cut to Black.
Cut to Texas Ranch where we see Daddy & W sitting in lounge chairs around the pool, we hear the ringing of Daddy’s mobile phone ;
Daddy :
“ Yep....Go ahead, ...speak “.
Voice on the phone :
“ Sir, we may have a problem “
Daddy :
“ What kind’a problem ? “
Voice :
“ Deadly Serious “
Daddy :
“Meaning exactly WHAT ? “
Voice :
“ Our Missile Commander was eliminated last night by a rocket attack “
Daddy :
“ What the fuck !!!...How ? “
Voice :
“ Sorry Sir,..We have no idea how it happened, he was blown up in his car as he pulled in front of the Hotel on South Beach. “
Daddy :
“ Fuck !,...and the missiles ? “
Voice :
“ The missiles ?....What are you saying ?, you think this is related to the storage site ? “
Daddy :
“ Boy, was your mother a retard ?...of course it was, where are MY missiles ? “
Voice :
“ Uh,,,,uhum, Sir... I will find out right away “
Daddy :
“ You dumb ass mother fuck’in bitch...do that Now &...then, Your Fired !! “
Daddy hurls his phone into the pool, as W looks up and says ;
W :
“ You don’t like your phone, Daddy ? “
Daddy :
“ I don’t LIKE you. “
W :
“ Why Daddy ?,...Hell, I done did everything you told me to do ?
Daddy
“ Yeah, but you sucked at it, you got no Balls, boy ! Everything you did is being systematically destroyed, cuz you’re a God Damned Idiot !! “
W :
( with a shrug of his shoulders )
“ Well,..anyway,if you ain’t gonna finish that beer, then give it here, OK ? “
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