THE M.P.s STRIKE BACK
All characters are based on actual participants. Much fictionalizing is happening. Stuff that never happened coupled with stuff that did. Combination of events and people. There's a story here that can be told through half-truths, exaggeration, embellishment, and some good old fashioned actuality for flavor. Sam, Ted, Bill, and both Pats. have pre-chosen alter egos, Savage and Diceman are obvious choices. They can be amended if so desired. Everybody else needs either to come up with their own character name, or one will be chosen, and it might just suck. The title 'M.P.s Strike Back' is the property of Sam Saldivar, and though I think it's a good fit, he has the say in that matter.
The basic plot: A love triangle set against a backdrop of injustice and dreams. Prejudice and redemption. Local politics and the antics of youth.
Scene One: Night. October. Windy and clear. The heavens are lousy with stars. A school playground, deserted. Voices rise out of the night as Bill (Billions), Max (Sam), Ted (Jackson), Pat W. (Milkyum), Savage, and Diceman assemble around the swings.
Savage: Yeah, well my new Explorer has better action than the V.
Billions: V's aren't known for great action.
Diceman: Hendrix played one, so does Schenker.
Savage: That's not the point, the point is my Explorer has better action than my V, so I'm gonna use the Explorer for my solos, dude.
Bill: Uh...
Milkyum: What solos Rob? (Milkyum and Jackson giggle, Jackson reaches into his jacket and produces a bag of weed.)
Savage: My GUITAR solos, which will be awesome, and chicks will freak out.
Max: Uh, guys, I mean, uh, why are we here. No. Better yet, why am I here? (Milkum and Billions suck breath, are suddenly distracted)
Savage: Yeah, uh (glances at Jackson) well, to talk about the band, y'know. There's shit to discuss, man.
Billions: We're changing the name.
Jackson: Good.
Savage: Yeah, uh, Diceman came up with a new name - NightRokker, with two k's, and one of those things with two dots.
Billions: Umlaut.
Savage: Yeah, umlaut. Anyway, I like it, NightRokker, it's kinda like Tygers of Pan Tang.
Jackson: Tygers of Pan Tang?
Savage: Yeah, y'know, 'Spellbound'....
Jackson: In what way?
Savage: In what way what?
Jackson: .....is it like Tygers of Pan Tang? How is NightRokker like Tygers of Pan Tang?
Savage: Y'know, man. Like they're like dark, vicious, wild, .....Hey, c'mon, I.....
Billions: I like it.
Milkyum: Yeah, okay, whatever, I mean it's better than 'Giant Gargoyle'.
Jackson: I'll say...
Billions: 'Giant Gargoyle' was your idea.
Jackson: Not a very good one......
Billions: You mean you don't like 'Giant Gargoyle'.
Jackson: No, not really.
Billions: T hen why did you suggest it?
Jackson: It sounded metal.
Savage: Guys.....Guys......There's more....
Billions: It does sound metal.
Milkyum: Not really, it's more rock if you think about it....gargoyles.......sculptures, stone, rock.......
Savage: Hey.....
Milkyum: It's more Prog than Metal.......
Savage: Hey.........
Diceman: The Stones suck....
Savage: Hey! Shut Up.............We want Max to be the singer.
Pregnant beat while everybody stares at Jackson who has directed his attention to finishing the joint has been rolling.
Savage: We uh......
Billions: Jackson......
Jackson: Yeah....
Billions: Are you listening?
Jackson: Yeah, Max is the singer........who's got a light? (proffers joint)
Scene Two: Setting the same, actually, it's the same scene really. Voices are heard.
Jackson: (hides joint in jacket) Somebody is coming.....
Savage: Hey man....
Tony (Pat P.) and Tara enter. A round of 'hey man's ensue. Jackson offers joint to Tony who declines as he waves Savage over for sidebar. Jackson lights the joint and passes to Max, who offers to Tara who accepts.
Tara: Sure. (Polite puff and pass back to Max, who takes a puff and passes to Diceman)
Diceman: What are they talking about? (indicating Tony and Savage)
Cut to Tony and Savage.
Savage: But you're not the one handling weight...
Tony: Yeah, I know, but they're all looking at me man. I'm their fucking whipping boy. They want me to take a fucking lie detector test.
Savage: So do it, man. You're clean, man. You haven't sold shit to anyone.... well, not much, and not lately.....
Tony: I don't know man, that polygraph shit is all about your pulse and shit. I might get nervous, no way man.
Savage: Yeah.....
Cut Back to group. Max is passing joint to Tara. There's a noticeable connection happening between the two. They don't address each other, but their eyes never leave each other.
Jackson: ..........so let's just call it 'Fred', like, and Fred is a point, right, and like, he's fluctuating, Fred is, he's constantly fluctuating, back and forth, across a line on a graph, and the line is the constant, the speed of light, man, and Fred is creating time, right, because he's constantly becoming everything and then nothing, back and forth, expanding infinitely, and then contracting back again. It's a pulse, which is time, man.....
Tony: (approaching group) Gotta go babe.
Jackson and Max: Where? (they eye each other, eyebrows rise and fall)
Tony: Ah, yeah........Well, there's a party at low point, but I don't think we're gonna go....
Max: Low point....
Tony: Yeah, Low point.....but, like....
Max: Let's go.
Tara: Yeah, c'mon Tony, let's go...
Tony: Ah jeez.....Baby, hold on a second, .....Later gents.........(leads Tara off).
A round of 'later's ensues.
Savage: They're not going to Low Point......
Diceman: But we could. I could use a couple a three beers or so.
Savage: Well don't look at me, I'm not driving to Low Point. The fucking M.P.s follow me wherever I go these days. No way man, I can't risk it.
A general round of 'fuckin pigs' ensues.
SCHOOL
PROVOST MARSHALL
HOMECOMING FIASCO WHERE SECRETS ARE REVEALED
RIOT NIGHT GIG/ BATTLE OF THE BANDS
IT'S A FAR, FAR BETTER THING THAT I DO/FIN
All characters are based on actual participants. Much fictionalizing is happening. Stuff that never happened coupled with stuff that did. Combination of events and people. There's a story here that can be told through half-truths, exaggeration, embellishment, and some good old fashioned actuality for flavor. Sam, Ted, Bill, and both Pats. have pre-chosen alter egos, Savage and Diceman are obvious choices. They can be amended if so desired. Everybody else needs either to come up with their own character name, or one will be chosen, and it might just suck. The title 'M.P.s Strike Back' is the property of Sam Saldivar, and though I think it's a good fit, he has the say in that matter.
The basic plot: A love triangle set against a backdrop of injustice and dreams. Prejudice and redemption. Local politics and the antics of youth.
Scene One: Night. October. Windy and clear. The heavens are lousy with stars. A school playground, deserted. Voices rise out of the night as Bill (Billions), Max (Sam), Ted (Jackson), Pat W. (Milkyum), Savage, and Diceman assemble around the swings.
Savage: Yeah, well my new Explorer has better action than the V.
Billions: V's aren't known for great action.
Diceman: Hendrix played one, so does Schenker.
Savage: That's not the point, the point is my Explorer has better action than my V, so I'm gonna use the Explorer for my solos, dude.
Bill: Uh...
Milkyum: What solos Rob? (Milkyum and Jackson giggle, Jackson reaches into his jacket and produces a bag of weed.)
Savage: My GUITAR solos, which will be awesome, and chicks will freak out.
Max: Uh, guys, I mean, uh, why are we here. No. Better yet, why am I here? (Milkum and Billions suck breath, are suddenly distracted)
Savage: Yeah, uh (glances at Jackson) well, to talk about the band, y'know. There's shit to discuss, man.
Billions: We're changing the name.
Jackson: Good.
Savage: Yeah, uh, Diceman came up with a new name - NightRokker, with two k's, and one of those things with two dots.
Billions: Umlaut.
Savage: Yeah, umlaut. Anyway, I like it, NightRokker, it's kinda like Tygers of Pan Tang.
Jackson: Tygers of Pan Tang?
Savage: Yeah, y'know, 'Spellbound'....
Jackson: In what way?
Savage: In what way what?
Jackson: .....is it like Tygers of Pan Tang? How is NightRokker like Tygers of Pan Tang?
Savage: Y'know, man. Like they're like dark, vicious, wild, .....Hey, c'mon, I.....
Billions: I like it.
Milkyum: Yeah, okay, whatever, I mean it's better than 'Giant Gargoyle'.
Jackson: I'll say...
Billions: 'Giant Gargoyle' was your idea.
Jackson: Not a very good one......
Billions: You mean you don't like 'Giant Gargoyle'.
Jackson: No, not really.
Billions: T hen why did you suggest it?
Jackson: It sounded metal.
Savage: Guys.....Guys......There's more....
Billions: It does sound metal.
Milkyum: Not really, it's more rock if you think about it....gargoyles.......sculptures, stone, rock.......
Savage: Hey.....
Milkyum: It's more Prog than Metal.......
Savage: Hey.........
Diceman: The Stones suck....
Savage: Hey! Shut Up.............We want Max to be the singer.
Pregnant beat while everybody stares at Jackson who has directed his attention to finishing the joint has been rolling.
Savage: We uh......
Billions: Jackson......
Jackson: Yeah....
Billions: Are you listening?
Jackson: Yeah, Max is the singer........who's got a light? (proffers joint)
Scene Two: Setting the same, actually, it's the same scene really. Voices are heard.
Jackson: (hides joint in jacket) Somebody is coming.....
Savage: Hey man....
Tony (Pat P.) and Tara enter. A round of 'hey man's ensue. Jackson offers joint to Tony who declines as he waves Savage over for sidebar. Jackson lights the joint and passes to Max, who offers to Tara who accepts.
Tara: Sure. (Polite puff and pass back to Max, who takes a puff and passes to Diceman)
Diceman: What are they talking about? (indicating Tony and Savage)
Cut to Tony and Savage.
Savage: But you're not the one handling weight...
Tony: Yeah, I know, but they're all looking at me man. I'm their fucking whipping boy. They want me to take a fucking lie detector test.
Savage: So do it, man. You're clean, man. You haven't sold shit to anyone.... well, not much, and not lately.....
Tony: I don't know man, that polygraph shit is all about your pulse and shit. I might get nervous, no way man.
Savage: Yeah.....
Cut Back to group. Max is passing joint to Tara. There's a noticeable connection happening between the two. They don't address each other, but their eyes never leave each other.
Jackson: ..........so let's just call it 'Fred', like, and Fred is a point, right, and like, he's fluctuating, Fred is, he's constantly fluctuating, back and forth, across a line on a graph, and the line is the constant, the speed of light, man, and Fred is creating time, right, because he's constantly becoming everything and then nothing, back and forth, expanding infinitely, and then contracting back again. It's a pulse, which is time, man.....
Tony: (approaching group) Gotta go babe.
Jackson and Max: Where? (they eye each other, eyebrows rise and fall)
Tony: Ah, yeah........Well, there's a party at low point, but I don't think we're gonna go....
Max: Low point....
Tony: Yeah, Low point.....but, like....
Max: Let's go.
Tara: Yeah, c'mon Tony, let's go...
Tony: Ah jeez.....Baby, hold on a second, .....Later gents.........(leads Tara off).
A round of 'later's ensues.
Savage: They're not going to Low Point......
Diceman: But we could. I could use a couple a three beers or so.
Savage: Well don't look at me, I'm not driving to Low Point. The fucking M.P.s follow me wherever I go these days. No way man, I can't risk it.
A general round of 'fuckin pigs' ensues.
SCHOOL
PROVOST MARSHALL
HOMECOMING FIASCO WHERE SECRETS ARE REVEALED
RIOT NIGHT GIG/ BATTLE OF THE BANDS
IT'S A FAR, FAR BETTER THING THAT I DO/FIN
