The Props Master

Slack is just as his name describes him: a slacker. But when he's handed community service, he decides to go up to a local community theatre and try his hand out with the back stage work. Little does he know, he is handed the task of being their props master for their latest show. From there wild hijinks explode which include a feud with the director, love interests, and a war with an evil mafia family.

0Likes
0Comments
751Views
AA

6. Everything Changes Now

INT – BRECKIN’s WAREHOUSE

(BRECKIN, donned in a shabby robe and slippers, snorts some coke as the front door to his warehouse is knocked on)

BRECKIN:

Awe, fuck. Coming!

(BRECKIN runs to the door and opens it. TREVOR, SLACK, and HUNG enter)

TREVOR:

Breckin, my main man!

BRECKIN:

Trevor! Long time, no see. What brings you to my neck of the woods? And who are these two grease rags you’re dragging on in behind you?

TREVOR:

Ah. Breckin, this is my brother from another mother Slack. Slack, Breckin.

SLACK:

Peace, man.

HUNG:

Hi, I’m Hung.

BRECKIN:

I don’t need to know about your dick, fucker.

TREVOR:

Breckin, we need your assistance. Let’s just say we’re up shit creek without both the paddle and the canoe.

BRECKIN:

Well then. I’d say you better follow me and give the jibber jabber. Walk this way.

(BRECKIN leads everyone into the back of his warehouse)

SLACK:

You see dude, I bought this vase for a community theatre show that turns out belonged to Herbert Margino-

BRECKIN:

Hold up. Rewind. Did you just Herbert Margino? As in Herbert “I’m going to fucking blow your brains out” Margino?

TREVOR:

Now I don’t know if that’s his exact nickname but-

BRECKIN:

What kind of business did you get yourself tangled up in, dude!?

HUNG:

It was a huge misunderstanding.

BRECKIN:

Yo, Kung Pow. Fuck off.

TREVOR:

We’re going to need your fire power, pal.

BRECKIN:

Let me run this through my cranium. After hearing that you guys are involved with Herbert Margino, I'm seriously doubting myself if I even want to be attached to this kind of project.

SLACK:

Come on man. You’re like, saving lives and shit.

BRECKIN:

Yeah but what if I die!? Nope, no, no! I refuse to go out and play cowboy. I’m staying her where it’s safe. You all leave right now.

TREVOR:

So that’s it? You’re sentencing us to our own death?

BRECKIN:

I guess that’s the way it looks.

HUNG:

You’re a bad man.

BRECKIN:

We all don’t get what we want Hung! You want protect, boo-hoo! Well I want to see in wide screen but it looks like only one of us got that!

(Everyone looks at HUNG)

HUNG:

Let’s leave.

TREVOR:

Good bye, Breckin.

SLACK:

You okay, man?

TREVOR:

Don’t talk to me, Slack.

(The trio walks out of the warehouse)

 

INT – BASEMENT OF THEATRE

(TREVOR takes out a cigarette as KAYLA comes out of the dressing room)

TREVOR:

Oh, sorry. I didn’t know anyone was down here.

KAYLA:

You do know you’re not supposed to smoke in the building, right? We could lose our lease.

TREVOR:

Lease, smeash. I’m dying for a smoke.

KAYLA:

A bad boy I see. You know Trevor, you’re such a complex individual. You’re a theatrical character yourself.

TREVOR:

What makes you say that?

KAYLA:

The way you helped me confront Shawn. You were stern and forceful. Then afterwards…you were sweet and soft. Like a giant teddy bear.

TREVOR:

Well sister, this teddy bear’s got a lot of secrets.

KAYLA:

So do I.

(KAYLA leans in and kisses TREVOR, deep throating the cigarette while they kiss)

TREVOR:

That takes a lot of talent.

KAYLA:

Something I learned in college.

(KAYLA flicks the cigarette into the trash. She grabs her shirt and takes it off)

TREVOR:

What are you doing?

KAYLA:

Repaying you the favor.

TREVOR:

Kayla-

KAYLA:

Please. Call me Juliet.

TREVOR:

Umm…

KAYLA:

And I must call you Romeo.

TREVOR:

As long as we don’t have to commit suicide after the climax, I’m good.

KAYLA:

Get in the dressing room. The velvet curtain is ready to part.

TREVOR:

Oh baby, you’re dirtier than me.

(The two run into the ladies dressing room. We hear them for a few seconds as LULA walks down the stairs. She walks into the women’s dressing room)

LULA VO:

My goodness!

TREVOR + KAYLA VO:

-Gasp!-

LULA VO:

And here I wasn’t even invited. Care to make it a silo-threesome?

 

EXT – THEATRE STEPS

(SLACK looks up at the stars. VAL walks out and hits him on the head with her clipboard)

VAL:

Hey, knucklehead. Shawn needs you for rehearsal.

SLACK:

Sorry. I was just thinking.

VAL:

You better have been thinking about the show.

SLACK:

Yeah, the show. We’ll go with that.

VAL:

Get inside now!

(SLACK walks inside)

 

INT – THEATRE

SHAWN:

And here we fucking go! The infamous Queen Mab scene. You better have your lines down.

TREVOR:

This is going to knock your balls into your vagina. Just watch.

SHAWN:

And action!

(We hear the rehearsal on stage as we watch SLACK backstage with a flashlight going over all the props he has. He looks on stage to see all the actors having a blast doing what they love. He smiles. CUT to outside. A couple of hearses pull up including one pickup truck. In the back of the pickup is a Gatling gun. MARGINO gets out of the hearse and looks up at the operator of the gun. He slowly snaps his fingers. CUT back to inside the theatre)

  TREVOR:

This is she…

SHAWN:

And cut.

(The actors applaud. Suddenly, the front door explodes in an explosion of gunfire)

MARGINO:

Mow those motherfuckers down!

(SLACK drops his flashlight and falls back into the props. The actors on stage all scramble for a hiding place)

DICK:

Get down soldiers! Everyone get down! It’s the enemy!

(The gunfire keeps rattling through the theatre. SHAWN runs down into the basement to protect himself. After a minute of gunfire, MARGINO and his men load up)

MARGINO:

That should teach them. Move out!

(They pack up and quickly haul out)

 

INT – THEATRE

(Everyone slowly comes out of hiding. Smoke and debris hangs in the air)

VAL:

Is everyone okay?

MARK:

I’m okay.

KAYLA:

Me too.

SLACK:

Fuck.

SHAWN:

What the hell just happened!?

DICK:

Man down! Man down!

HUNG:

Slack, look!

(Everyone looks to see DICK holding a shot up TREVOR)

 LULA:

Oh no!

SLACK:

Oh for God sakes, no.

(SLACK gets down and grabs TREVOR’s hand)

DICK:

It’s okay, son. The choppers on its way.

SLACK:

Speak to me, Trevor. Pal? Please speak to me.

(TREVOR doesn’t say anything. SLACK puts his head down and starts to cry)

SHAWN:

Serves the bastard right. He was an awful Mercutio.

(SLACK slowly gets up and walks over to SHAWN)

SHAWN:

What?

(SLACK punches SHAWN square in the face)

SLACK:

That man was my best fucking friend you, insensitive prick! He’s dead now! Any one of us could be but no! It’s him!

SHAWN;

Good! Chalk that up alongside this whole fucking theatre. Whoever just shot it up knew it was going under.

VAL:

Excuse me but how did you know it was going under?

SHAWN:

Oh come on Val. Anybody with a brain would know that this place wasn’t raking in the dough. I’m surprised Cabretti didn’t start mooching off others and downright stealing.

SLACK:

You son of a…wait.

MARK:

What is it, Slack?

SLACK:

Cabretti. Val, where does that snake shitter live?

VAL:

Why do you need to know?

SLACK:

I’ll tell you all on the ride over to a friend’s place. First off, I need a van.

LULA:

My van’s out back. It has shag carpeting.

(Pause)

HUNG:

Okay, you creepy Lula.

 

EXT- BRECKIN’s WAREHOUSE

(BRECKIN opens his front door to reveal SLACK and the entire theatre troupe)

BRECKIN:

What the fuck, Slack? I told you I’m not-

SLACK:

Breckin. Either you help us or we’re making you help us. I may have a lead as to who-

BRECKIN:

NO!

SLACK:

Breckin…they killed Trevor.

(Pause)

BRECKIN:

What?

SLACK:

They shot up the theatre and Trevor was their victim. I’m sorry.

(BRECKIN looks down at the ground)

SLACK:

I know you don’t know me that well or these people. But if you can do anything, do this one request for Trevor. Please.

(Pause)

BRECKIN:

Follow me again.

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...