Short Film Script -- West Drunken Blues plus other carvings

Laughter rains like glorious days

Poem by JD Glasscock

I’m feeling happy, tripping through clouds

Like a cherub chewing heroin, giggly,

Spitting grins at tips of hats, shading glorious eyes,

Goodbyes running down distant tracks

I have a friend who laughs all the time

Yet splits nails trying to harness words

Funny foiling through her head

Tilt your world I say, make way for the easiness

Of peeling comedy in the ethers sylphing heat,

Beat, beat, beat, mirth boundless, irresolute,

So shoot the sun, plenitude drifting

Like smoke from a gun

Fumble, bumble, stumble goes the drunk

Tripping asphalt in unchoreographed falls

Infants gurgle drooling somersaults in attempts

At cookie snatching, dogs fucking in back alley blues,

Oblivious to the truth, that other dog resembles

Squirrel, balls slapping thighs,

Homeless men high, two stepping coins

Shattering jester dreams

Lines read, between

I have a friend who seems to have trouble tongue touching grins

So I tell her wait

Bellow laughter in the face of Death’s hollow promise

Screams cackle against the doorway of night,

Trickling tingles in flesh shedding skin too tight

Caressing frowns into grins, worries furrowing sins

Tears tickling eyes with delight cause fright isn’t right

So delve deep into the twilight

Fuck the moon into splinters of light

Cause I tell you my friend, it’s there,

So close your eyes, reach out your hands,

Trust me, laughter waits in the lines upon your face,

In small alcoves under the sky,

The star twinkling merriness two clicks to the left of heaven

So shut your eyes, open up your mind,

Dream, and watch the movie playing on the inside of your lids

West Drunken Blues

Western Short Film by

JD Glasscock

All Rights Reserved 2015

EXT. WOODS -- DAY

A man , grizzled and worn looking wearing a cowboy hat shading his eyes looks up into the sky, loosly gathered daisies in his hand. This holds for a moment then he slowly kneels looking down. In front of him, are two wooden crosses in ground, next to which is a wrapped up holstered gun and two holstered knives. He tentavily, full of sorrow lays down the daisies in front of graves. He looks at the crosses heavy emotion laying on him like a planet.

JEREMIAH JONES

I don't got the words. ...don't got the heart nor spirit to say to ya what ya deserve.......(Long pause) I'm sorry as sorry gets in this dustbowl. You deserved a better husband and a better father. I let whiskey fall down my gullet, hands on whores, while yous was being butchered in our own home. My drunken blues has cost an angel's wings and a woman's love. (Long pause) I promise yas, the scales will be brought to even, I'm stepping hell's road to see a dead man's eyes at the end of it. I love yas. Find peace in the heaven ya rest upon.

He stands up. Now short tight shots of him weaponing up. pistol being holstered around his waist, a cross belt to put a large bowie knife on his other hip. Then a reverse small wrist holster with blade's handle pointing towards his left hand, his sleeve rolled down to cover it. A tight shot of eyes and lips.

JEREMIAH JONES

Hot iron are the words coming off my tongue now. Get ready, Death is coming to call the hand.

Last shot of two crosses.

EXT. IN FRONT OF LOG CABIN -- DAY

Jeremiah stands in front of a cabin looking at the door.

JEREMIAH JONES

I know ya in there Louis! Strap what manhood ya got left and meet the bones you done made.!

Silence.

JEREMIAH JONES

Don't make me dig in the dirt to pull ya out!!! I don't what Eva hurt having to do it!!

LOUIS

DOn't ya say EVa's name, ya done slept with her!!!!! Ya done touched my wife!!!!

A look of regret on Jeremiah's face.

JEREMIAH JONES

THat I done, and regret it I do, not just for you, but for the hurt it caused my own! But I aint the only one that been in that womb Louis, you and I and Eva all know that, hell, the whole town know that. But if ya spitting venom cause of it, it don't balance taking my wife and child from this world. Now crawl from that underbelly and taste the sin you wrought with the murder ya carved on my familie's flesh.I'll make it quick if ya do, and not if ya don't.

LOUiS

I was drunk! I didn't mean for it to happen!!!! And it weren't me, it was Lem and Dawkins, they done dragged me there, but it was them that done the killing. it was them, them.

Jeremiah sighs.

JEREMIAh JONES

I already done figure that Louis. You don't have the cahones to do what was done. Ya was a coward the day ya slithered out of your momma's womb. Still, I made a promise at my families grave and I'll see it done. DOn't ya worry those two will get the scythe when i've finished the dead's man's tale on your soul.

He hears the cocking of guns behind him.

Two men stand behind him each with a pistol aimed at Jeremiah's back.

DAWKINS

Hey Ranger boy!!! Ya gonna kill us huh? Ya hear that Lem? He gonna dance on our bones?.

LEM

Ya I heard it Dawkins. Don't know about you, but I'm shaking in my boots as we be throwing words. right this very moment.

JEREMIAH JONES

Figured you two would be here.

DAWKINS

Ya hear that Lem, he saying he knew we'd be here but yet we still landed the drop, wow, you been retired too long from the ole ranger service Jeremiah, you must be losing that edge. We got ya in the crosshairs, by the short stub of your balls.

LEM

That we do Dawkins, that we do.

LOIUS(From house)

Just get it over with! I want this over with!!!! Kill him!!!

LEM

Damn loius, ya such a yellow belly, ole Jeremiah here had that right as rain. (Steps closer to Jeremiah's back)

Ya know we had to get a whole whiskey bottle in him to man up and go pay a visit to your wife. And even then we had to do the work for him. If we both didn't like diddling that Eva of his so much and taking his coin from him, we would of ended his stumbling bumbles a long time back.

DAWKINS

True as True Lem, but back to that little Sara, that sweet sweet peach of yours ranger boy, we both always had eyes for your little bird. UHmmhmm, She was a fine piece of ass ranger boy, and how she screamed when we stuck it to her.

LEM

you didn't think we'd kill her before we got to wet our willies in that sweet nectar did ya? And she was way more cooperative once we put an end to all that screaming from your brat. She got down right docile after that. Hell, even Louis took a turn. Sloppy seconds and all but he didnt seem to mind just hammering away with that small pecker of his.

DAWKINS

She kept mumbling out your name though, but that added honey to the deed indeed. Ya like how I said that Lem, deed, indeed.

LEM

You have a way with words ya do Dawkins.

JERMIAH JONES

Ya boys done (Devil in his eyes)

DAWKINS

The balls on the ranger boy.

JEREMIAH JONES

The devil always comes a calling when he's got card's on the table.

LEM

What does that mean ranger boy, what ya gonna do when we got iron at your back.

JEREMIAH JONES

Noone ever gets the drop on a Texas Ranger, retired or not. It's written in a book older then time...

LEM

Is that so , don't think I ever read that book.

JEREMIAH JONES

I flipped a coin today boys before I stepped this road of tombs.

DAWKINS

Oh yea, what was it heads or tails?

JEREMIAH JONES

Neither. (Dagger slipping from wrist sheath) It came up blood.

He spins, knife raking across Lem's throat, Dawkins firing, but Jeremiah had already kneed Lem in back putting him line of fire taking the bullet, Jeremiah coming around him, knife in hand putting it right between the eyes of Dawkins with a meaty thunk. a slow motion fall to oblivion.

JEREMIAH JONES

(Looks to the sky) That's two Sara, one more and we'll finish this house of cards.

He turns around and feels the throw back of a shotgun's noise landing on his back. POV looking up at sky as scrawny slender Louis comes into view.

LOUIS

I'm sorry, sorry for,,,, for, what I ...and.and them did Jeremiah. I am, didn't know they was gonna kill her and your little one. And I was so drunk, so damn drunk. It was all like a nightmare i couldn't wake from.. My eyes just refusing to see....

.

JEREMIAH (Coughing blood)

Whiskey's been the demon of us...both. It'll be over soon. The devil's almost done with this ballad.

LOUIS(Raises shotgun)

I'm sorry Jeremiah.

JEREMIAH JONES

We both sorry, sorry as sorrow rides the moon.

Louis looks confused before two holes blossom on his chest.

JEREMIAH JONES

Always put a ranger down whan ya got the chance Louis. That'll have to be a lesson ya learn on the next rodeo. (looks to the sky)

It's done Sara, it's done. I....I.......(Dies, eyes open to the sky).....

Above him appears a worn looking woman, maybe once pretty before life weighed on her.

EVA

I'm so sorry Jeremiah, and Sara, and your little girl Tilly. Everything I touch turns to shit....(long look, tears) I wish, I wish my poppa hadn't hadn't done, what he done to me, maybe, maybe I'd not be such a whore.....maybe all this....(She picks up Jeremiah's pistol) I hate ya poppa, I hate ya for touching me.......

Goes to black -- gun shot.

The End.

Poem by JD Glasscock

Rip van winkle the sleepy time of a nation luminess in the cognitive rehash of a dream lost in confusion, in the contusions of bricked fists pounding the inevitability of delusion, crumbling cohesion, break down of steps twisted in the mockery of tumbling avarice, jaundice, a trip to the merry merry of a munitions dump in the last throes of an apocalyptic regurgitation in a cracked semblance of tick tock, tick tock, the clock toll bells the final block of an avenue lamp lit In noir midnight frames......her porcelain beauty, the wine I drunk stumble the wee hours of slick streets to Mr Joe's cup of Joe, Lips, so sweet.....and the dive to her meat......sweat the lollipop lick to the closing of lids in the ending notes in a forever lullaby nip tucking its fading hum........I'm just a bum brown bagging for copper in a fairy tale carved in the long ago

Poem by JD Glasscock

I stop landslides, spin dreams, spit weaves upon asphalt seams. I twist words into make believe and stream them into consciousness in a trick without sleeves.....One day soon the world with open eyes will derive and slide and connive cracked ticket stubs to see my tipsy turvy drive by, horror queen scream of what was fated to be........and then alll willl have woken to the sleep I have weeped and the coins dipping in fingers as i knuckle draw two jokers and one jack to the rain of revelation and ennui....buy your ride and kick back to the cozy upturned sounds of inevitability...it is history you see,?, just not seen until tomorrow births your yesterday.....Glasscock stage play woven in beginning crayon drawn caves......oh behave!, behave yourself, there's plenty of room.