Megan Knudson
English 138: Professor Bjork
11/16/12
Little Brother
Black Screen
Silence. Screen fades in from black to hazy scene of chaos. Setting is China Town San Francisco. People are screaming, running, and pushing one another out of the way. The audience is in the mess, as if we are downtown, in the middle of the action. Camera fades out to show a teenage boy. Bruised, bleeding, confused, as he stands in the middle of a narrow street.
RANDOM MAN
“Get out of the fucking way!”
The man pushes past the boy, who is obviously consumed with the scene going on around him.
Teenage Boy’s Voice (MARCUS)
“Huh?”
RANDOM WOMAN
“What are you doing standing there? Move!!!”
The camera cuts back to the perspective of the boy. He sees a familiar face. Helicopters are hovering above him. Police cars have their sirens on, trying to make way through the busy streets.
SEVENTEEN YEAR OLD GIRL (Vanessa)
(Shouting)
“Marcus. MARCUS!!! We have to go. NOW.”
New scene. Flashback to a hallway in a school building. Two teenage boys (Darryl and Marcus) are in an empty classroom, peering around the corner of the door. They’re looking at another teenage boy down the hall.
SEVENTEEN YEAR OLD BOY 2 (Darryl)
(whispering in a worried tone)
“Wh..What’s he doing?”
SEVENTEEN YEAR OLD BOY 1 (Marcus)
(whispering)
“I totaled his phone, but he’s just staring at it now instead of moving on.”
The hallway is quiet. Both boys have a worried look on their face. Suddenly, they hear a familiar voice. A woman, their history teacher.
WOMAN (Mrs. Galvez)
(stern voice)
“Excuse me, what do you think you are doing in the hallway during class? And on top of that, you’re on your phone. Come with me this instant.”
The woman guides the boy through the doorway, exiting to the stairs. They go out of the frame. The two teenage boys down the hall look at one another. They sigh, give a relieving smile and quickly hurry out of the building.
MARCUS
(hurried tone)
“Let’s move! The rest of the gang is meeting us at the cable-cars in twenty-minutes!”
Cut to new scene. Fades back to first scene, in China Town. The streets are still chaotic, people are still running around in a frenzy. New face appears in front of Marcus. Close up on new face.
SEVENTEEN YEAR OLD BOY 3 (Jolu)
(shouting)
“Someone fucking stabbed him in the crowd. Christ, that’s vicious.”
Camera pans to the teenage boy Jolu is holding up next to him. It’s Darryl. Chaos is still occurring in the background.
MARCUS
(panicked)
“Jesus. Let’s try to flag a cop down. We have to get you where they can see you.”
Marcus begins waving his hands and steps in the path of a cop car. Vanessa and Jolu are carrying Darryl. Vanessa has her jacket pressed against his wound, while Jolu has Darryl’s arm around his neck.
MARCUS
(shouting)
“Stop!!! Stop!!! Please, my friend has been stabbed. We need help immediately!!!”
A military looking jeep comes to a screeching halt in front of Marcus.
MARCUS
(confused, shocked)
“What the…”
Before he can say anything else, two big men forcefully grab him. Camera goes back to perspective of Marcus. He sees a big bag come over his head. Screen fades to black.
Flashback. Marcus is sitting in the principle’s office. He is slouched in a chair, facing the principle, Mr. Benson.
MAN (Mr. Benson)
(interrogative tone)
“Marcus, I hope you know how serious this is.”
MARCUS
“Mr. Benson, you still haven’t explained what the problem is—“
MR. BENSON
(angry)
“The problem Mr. Yallow, is that you’ve been engaged in criminal conspiracy to subvert this school’s security system, and you have supplied security countermeasures to your fellow students. You know we expelled Graciella Uriarte last week for using one of your devices.”
MARCUS
(mellow, snickering)
“And you think I’m involved in that?”
MR. BENSON
“We have reliable intelligence that you are wIn5t0n”
MARCUS
“You have reliable intelligence? I’d like to see it”
Mr. Benson slams both hands on his desk and stands up.
MR. BENSON
(yelling)
“Your attitude isn’t going to help you. I’d advise that you start participating.”
MARCUS
“You gonna call the police or something?”
MR. BENSON
(whispering, in angry tone)
“Marcus, I hope you realize how serious this is.”
Scene ends. Fade to black.