Memory Road -- Script to my most controversial short film

The script to my most controversial short film that i ended up having to take down off youtube.....i loved the script

Memory Road

Noir Short by JD Glasscock

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INT. BAR -- NIGHT

A man approaches a woman sitting at bar.

LOGAN

I've always enjoyed the way shadows play your porcelin.

The woman looks at him with annoyance.

MIRIAM

And i used to luv that hunger in your eyes.

Logan sits next to her with a smirk.

LOGAN

Used to?

She smiles.

MIRIAM

Yes, as in a yesterday that no longer finds today.

She smirks again at him losing his cockiness.

MIRIAM

What is it you want Logan? Why did you ask me along memory road? Want me to skin green bills along your palm? Swim time in the rivers of mud we spent our merry go rounds circling? Admire the sin you used to wear as your favorite suit? Do You want to break my veins open and brick my heart in your hurt? What do you want? Tell me, whisper the moon like you used to.

He looks at her like each word is a punch.

LOGAN

I want.(He touches her hand) I want you Miriam, you. I want the flames that used to climb your flesh when I laid lips to nectar. I want your arms pressing me into your soft spots. Don't you remember the long nights and short days? Don't you miss the embers I used to anvil in your eyes? The ocean I used to tongue between your thighs? When my meat was the torch in your womb?

She looks at him taken back (Flashback to them writhing on each other with passion) She breathes deeply and takes a sip of rocks glass full of liquor straight up.

MIRIAM

No....I remember the other women burning memories in our sacred glade.......cutting love with every piece of fucking you brought to our bed, to the place that was once ours and ours alone. I remember your midnight, your clouds covering my sun. I remember salt on my cheeks drifting me to pillow. I remember that Logan, only that. Goodbye beast, take your lies to someone else's tomorrow. There is no place for you here.

He looks at her disbelieving, sorrow.

LOGAN

I'm sorry. Sorry.

He gets up and leaves. She watches him go.

MIRIAM

So am I. (Sip of drink) So am I. (Flashes back to them burning sex in deep nights)

She downs her drink.

MIRIAM

Goodbye love.

The End

The first short film of mine to be shot eight years ago

Short Film -- The Divide between Love and Breath( FINAL SHOOTING SCRIPT) To be shot in December 2012

The Divide Between Love & Breath

A short film by JD Glasscock

WGA Registered.

ExT. street corner--night

A hooker stands on a corner with a smoke, title across the wall to her left. "The Divide Between Love & Breath". Then a static sound of tv losing reception, picture wavers, screen shifting to black.

INT. BAR -- NIGHT

A local dive bar, moderately sized and moderately busy. Shot starts on empty shot glasses, then another one being slammed down. A man in plain clothes sits on a stool at the bar with various people at tables behind him, some dancing. He has a circle of space, people feeling his anger and melancholy rolling off him. He has several empty shot glasses and beer bottles in front of him. He looks up at the bartender and motions for another shot as he shoots the one in his hand. The bartender shakes his head but reaches under bar to grab a bottle of Jack. He pulls a shot glass and pours, placing it in front of the man as he starts to reach for empty bottles and glasses.

John

Leave them. I want a close up on the song I'm swallowing.

Frank

If ya say so John. I'm really sorry about....

JOHN

Don't say it!!!!! Don't fucking mention it Frank!!!

He shoots the shot and looks around at all the people staring at him due to his outburst. He reaches in his pocket for a wad of cash and throws some on the bar.

JOHN (CONT'D)

Too god damn crowded in here. People don't know when to mind their ears.

John starts to leave. Frank has a sad look.

FRANK

Stay safe John.

John looks back with a look of disgust.

JOHN

Safe?! Ain't nothing safe or sacred anymore Frank. You should know that.

He leaves, camera takes him out then becomes static and lets him wipe off screen while now focusing on people dancing, the HOOKER is there dirty dancing and grinding against man. Shot closes in from full screen to side of her breast barely hanging out of dress.

EXT. STREET IN FRONT OF A LIQUOR STORE -- NIGHT

John is exiting a liquor store with a 5th in a brown bag he is already opening. He takes a swig as he looks up into the night. Possible POV with the bottle in lens tipping back up into the moon.

JOHN

A sweet sweet song. (Laugh)Bitter is the songbirdt.

He hears a scream from down the alley, a woman. He attempts to ignore it but then another scream.

JOHN (CONT'D)

God damn fucking horror story never stops.

A shadow slow flits across screen from left to right wiping the scene image with it revealing the next shot on the left.

EXT. ALLEY -- NIGHT

A hooker is being pressed against an alley wall by a dirty looking drug addict with a gun to her head. The hooker in already tight revealing clothing has part of her top torn revealing more flesh.

Drug addict

Shhhh!(Puts the hand with blade to his lips in shh motion) Quiet is the word I heard..(His hand on her throat)

He eyes her and her fear to make sure she understands.

DRUG ADDICT (CONT'D)

Gonna make this easy. Ya give me your money and I don't put my girl Betty(Waves knife) between those sweet lips and butterfly eyes.(He puts Betty close to her eyes) Ain't Betty beautiful? (Looks at Betty) So beautiful.

Hooker

No, no money, just started,(Eyes raving, roving, broken)

DRUG ADDICT

My girl's telling me I should cut that lying tongue off your dream.(Moves Blade near her mouth.)

HOOKER

(Broken, insanity)No tombs on these streets. (Eyes desperate)Please. (No reaction from crackhead, no mercy.)I can do other things...(Starts to slide her hand up his leg. He slams her against wall)

She starts to shake her head, no, eyes saucer wide with fear.

DRUG ADDICT

Crazy bitch! I know ya got money!!!! Probably in those god damn tits of yours (Grope, rips her dress revealing one breast as a pack of bills falls to street, his smile, then he eyes her breast) Now I want....

His head is slammed against the alley wall as a blur flies in. The drug addict is then slammed against the ground as John gets on top of him, his fists flying down, over and over, blood flying up and flecking his face, fists coming back up into camera, covered in crimson. His fists slow, more held back bombs.

JOHN

It never stops. (Fist) The horror just keeps rolling through the streets. (Fist) You pieces of shit keep coming and coming.(Fist)

John looks back and sees the hooker crouched against the wall, crachead's gun in her hand pointing at him, her hands shaking, breast revealed, on her knees looking at him with more fear then the drug addict. His fist holds up, ready to descend into blood. He looks down at the destruction that was once the guy's face. He shoves off the guy with a kick. He looks at the guy then at the hooker then at his broken bottle of jack behind him trickling out on the ground. He spits and starts walking away.

JOHN (CONT'D)

You don't deserved to be saved. None of you fucking do.

A last shot on hooker with lowered gun sobbing, then grasping for the money, some of it blood covered. Close up on blood, blood then seeping out covering screen, then next shot pulling out of center of blood, blood receding.

INT. BEDROOM -- NIGHT

Close up on doorknob of room, then door opens forcefully pushing camera back. John enters the room. He looks disheveled, unshaven, clothes unkempt, tired, blood covering his face and fists. Empty bottles of alcohol are strewn around the room. He moves to window across room walking past a dresser. He peeks out window opening curtain just a sliver, a harsh street light hitting his face.

JOHN

Where's the Devil tonight?

He lets curtain fall and walks back to dresser. He stands staring at a picture on the desk. It's a photo of a woman and a little girl. He places a badge and a pistol, one on either side of the photo. He places his hand on either side of the dresser leaning into the photo.

JOHN

I can't do it, can't, not without my, without my girls. God dammit! Why! Why! Why did it happen?.

(Pounds his fist down on the dresser.) I'm a cop for christ sake!(Leans his head against the dresser) A damn junkie robs our house and I'm not here, not here.

(Pause and sigh) To protect and serve. Fuck! What good is this!!!

(Motions to the badge.) What good is a badge and a fucking gun!

Everything worth anything gets taken while I sweat and bleed

for strangers. Alive?! Saints,ain't no fucking saints(Laugh) only god damn sinners.

(Weak laugh) Wife and daughter slaughtered in our own house, while I save pieces of shit. A fucking joke!!!!(Raises fist to the heavens) Is this a joke to you?! All of this for a song, bones and ash.

He swipes everything off the dresser. He punches the wall 5 times, leaning his head into the wall. He then collapses sliding his back against the wall, tears covering his face, sobbing. After a few heaving sobs and deep breaths, he peeks thru his fingers and sees the glass frame of the photo is now broken, the gun and badge amongst the shards of glass on the ground. He grabs and pulls the photo out of the frame pressing it against his face.

JOHN (CONT'D)

My girls.

He eyes the gun. He grabs and leans against the wall with the photo still in his other hand. He closes his eye rubbing the gun against his face and temple, his hand crumpling the photo on his lap.

JOHN (CONT'D)

Blood, so much blood. He (breaking pause) he,(Tears), both of you, then beat(pause), whatever is clever they say. (Pounds the wall behind him.) They haven't caught him. I haven't caught him. Can't do it. Sorry, I'm so sorry. I'm coming to you. I'm coming. See you soon.

He puts the pistol to his chin, moves to shot of his hand holding photo, sound of shot, hand falling in slow mo, photo falling out of hand. Static tv sound, picture wavers, goes to black.

EXT. STREET CORNER -- NIGHT

After the credits roll cuts to Hooker on street corner smoking a cigg.

HOOKER

I been sitting here....watching worlds...on corners....on the back alleys of tar covered red.......I am the guardian of streets and lamp lit alcoves........I spend my weeks...fulfilling other people's itches........I let them scratch it against my thighs....against my hopes........I do this......to fulfill the roads that have been carved upon my history..........I listen to whistles and catcalls and a detrius of men rolling along their rolodex talking to me about the levels they have stretched fingers too......about how a few bills crossing their palms to my hips will give them the culmination of the rivers they have strolled.......dig their meat as a treat.....to understand their hungers, the threads of their weave......and thru it all...I think to myself.....I am a Goddess using my flesh to believe....and the smoke from my cigarrette trails into the moon lit night, It is a thin divide between love & breath, between the shade and the light.

Short Film

Courage in the Teeth of Death

By JD Glasscock

INT> HALLWAY -- EVENING

An older Detective walks up an apartment hallway with a young nervous wet behind the ears detective in tow behind him. There is a uniformed officer next to a door yellow taped. The older detective looks back.

DETECTIVE KELLY

Up ahead is the only reason you’ll ever need as to why we do our job.

The young detective scoffs.

DETECTIVE

don’t get it? Isn’t it just the last vic of the serial killer we caught.

Kelly turns back with a feroscoious look that cows the young detective

.DETECTIVE KELLY

We didn’t catch shit or shinola you worthless pup so Stick a fork in your gumbo. What your about to see is more heart then you’ll ever bone up on your best day.

The young detective looks credulous.

DETECTIVE LUCHA

If you say so sir.

The old detective sneers.

DETECTIVE KELLY

I do say! Now bumpkin punch us both a solid and zip those flapping gums Time to open up those walled off dumbos you call ears. Who knows, you just might pick up something in that kiddy pool sloshing around in that skull.

They both approach the door, the uniformed nods at Kelly. Kelly nods back then rips off the yellow tape.

INT. APARTMENT -- EVENING

Detective Kelly ducks under the yellow tape into the small apartment, blood along the wall next to the door forming a trail across the floor leading into the kitchen. He stops and surveys the whole scene right inside the door looking towards the kitchen his eyes following it back to the wall next to the door. The young detective follows him in and stands behind him. He stares at the wall his fingers barely a breath above the stains on the wall. He looks over at a broken window on other side of living room leading to a firescape then back to wall. Kelly looks at Lucha.

DETECTIVE KELLY

This is where he surprised You coming in the door. He was waiting, broke in and waited. You were the eighth girl, seven others in tombs before you. But he hadn't counted on you. You had been his first and final mistake. He wanted another sheep and got a tiger.

He hand again strokes the blood.

DETECTIVE KELLY (CONT’D)

This is where his fear started. He pulled you to the wall thinking another lamb to the slaughter. This is where you showed him different. The blood shows it all. He tried to stab you but you fought him off, took two cuts to your forearm and hand but clawed his face, his skin under your nails. (He moves to the floor a few feet away) You break way from him and fall. (He kneels down on the floor to another blood trail.) His fear turns back to predator, back in his wheel house. He falls on you thinking the kill is his. (He stops, and looks back to the wall and back to the blood on ground and smiles.) Again you show him different. This is where we think you broke your foot and his jaw. This is the key to it all. It's how we caught him. Broken jaw, had to goto hospital with a shattered jaw. (He turns sad.) He stabbed you multiple Times here. Once in your thigh, more in your forearms and hands. You were still fighting, still the tiger. He hits you in the shoulder. But this is where he told us you clawed so feircly you got his eye, a scratched cornea, and escaped, again. (He eyes the trail of blood back to the kitchen)

Kelly is staring off so hard at blood trail to Kitchen. Lucha is behind him babbling but it is walled off sound, wala wala as Kelly is absorbed in what he sees. He looks back at Luscha still babbling walled off sound, till wala wala shuts off

DETECTIVE KELLY (CONT’D)

Your starting to learn pup. Now keep it zipped and wired.

He gets up and does a slow walk onto the kitchen where the biggest pool of blood is and the entire kitchen is covered in splatters.

DETECTIVE KELLY

You made your way here and found a knife. Now you waited, you were the predator, him the sheep. When he came around the corner, you stabbed him in the shoulder, and arm, twice(Smile). His face, if I only could of seen his face, the fear in His eyes. (Sad) It wasn't enough. He stabbed you 3 more times, twice in the stomach and the final time, in the neck, yet still, you fought, till the end. ( HE looks at all the blood splatters all over the kitchen.) You took your last breaths here. (He kneels down at back of kitchen in a large pool of blood) A tiger. Your courage in the teeth of death put an end to a beast, made you the last blood he will ever have. He is now in a cage he will never leave. You, you were his fall, his nightshade. You are everything that says, hero. I wish i could of known you, wish I could of met you. Rest in love and peace, (His eyes water, and a smile comes across his face) Tiger. You saved many.

Kelly looks back at Luscha who has a tear in his eye.

DETECTIVE LUCHA

I think I understand sir.

DETECTIVE KELLY

Your beginning to kid, your beginning to

.Kelly then turns back and stares back at final place of courage, Luscha blurred. His hands reaching out and touching blood.

INT. APARTMENT -- LATE NIGHT(The Following scene will be cut into scene above in flashbacks)

Lucy enters her apartment in a sexy evening dress from out partying, a purse in her hand, keys opening up door. Apartment is extremely dark. SHe just closes door when someone rushes at her, his hand grabbing her throat.

KILLER

I’ve been watching you kitty. The next pet in the menagerie. Take your tomb soft and quietly. (He rubs the blade on her cheek. Her eyes are fear but then turn to anger)

He raises the knife back to stab she punches him hard in the face. He looks shocked then angry. He stabs at her, she raises her arms and takes cuts. She claws his face causing him to release her. She pushes away and moves around him but he trips her still holding his face. She falls to ground, turning to her back, still feroscious trying to scoot back. He looks at her and his predatory smile is back.

KILLER (CONT’D)

Ahh, this is where the grave is runed. Come let me whisper a song.

He moves on her knife raised. SHe growls which cause him to halter, but then he pounces, She kicks up keeping him back taking some cuts to her legs.

LUCY

Ill take your heart, Ill take your fucking heart.

He looks confused but then pounces her foot connects with his jaw, and he yells out in pain. The knife falls down numerous times, her blood flying, her still fighting.

KILLER

Broke my jaw(Mumbled) Whore.

Her, bleeding all over, him above her just pulling blade from her shoulder. Her eyes go crazy.

LUCY

(Primal scream)I’m your death!!!! Your death!!!!!!! You won’t have me!!!!!! won’t have me!!!!!!!

She berserks clawing his face in a frenzy, he falls off her and she crawls away pulling herself over to kitchen around corner, his eyes bleeding.

KILLER

What are you whore? Just fucking accept the corpse!!!!!!! You god damn hurt me!!!!!! You dont understand the game!!! Your playing it all wrong!!!!!!

(All mumbled)He gets up, bleeding eyes, face, jaw broken. He runs around corner blade raised, crazed, not paying attention and right into Lucy lunging up a knife now in her hand, her blade hitting him over and over, his eyes shock.

LUCY

Im not a corpse!!!!! Not a corpse!!!!!!!IM the god damn moon!!!!!!!! I am Creation!!!!!!!

Her blade brings blood to all parts to him. He is fear personified. He slams his blade into her stomach again and again. The third hit to her stomach, she leaves knife in his shoulder and falls to ground against cabinet.

LUCY (CONT’D)

(Whisper)I am womb.

He puts his blade into her neck. Death claims her. He is bloody mess, he pulls knife out of his shoulder, dropping it. He looks at her in shock. He stumbles towards broken window.

KILLER

She played all wrong. Im the killer, not her, not her.