Chozen Page #2

TRACY:

I’m going to bed.

Tracy heads to bedroom and closes door. Chozen flicks throughchannels.

ON TV:
Flip past weather man, infomercial, stops on ANENTERTAINMENT TONIGHT NEWS FLASH

CHOZEN:

Oh hell nah.

ON TV:
A BLONDE REPORTER and PHANTASM on a RED CARPET.

BLONDE REPORTER:

So, let’s talk about your new

album.

PHANTASM:

Fo sho, fo sho. It’s a conceptalbum, and when it hits rap willnever be the same. I’m elevatingthe genre to a whole new level.

BLONDE REPORTER:

What’s it called?

PHANTASM:

Hot Playah.

On Chozen.

TV plays underneath-

CHOZEN:

Keep talking b*tch. Keep talking!

Chozen be coming for dat ass!

TRACY (O.S.)

Shut up!

8.

CHOZEN:

(quietly to himself)

You just wait. Choze is gonna beall up in it. All up in it.

INT. PAROLE OFFICE - DAY

TANESHA BRADDOCK (30’s, Black), a no-nonsense “DMV type”

parole officer , sits at a desk and rifles through manilafolders. Chozen sits across from her, uninterested.

BRADDOCK:

Mr. Cullens.

CHOZEN:

Yo, I’d prefer to be called-

BRADDOCK:

You’ll be called what it says onthe file. According to thegovernment your name is PhillipCullens...

She cracks a little smile. Chozen angry/embarrassed.

BRADDOCK (CONT’D)

Phil Cullens? Sounds kinda like-

CHOZEN:

I know, I’m not him-

BRADDOCK:

No sh*t.

(beat)

Here’s the drill. You gonna have toadjust to life on the outside.

Don’t expect nobody to help youout. It’s all on you. I suggestyou find employment. It won’t beeasy given your past involvement ingun running and prostitution-

CHOZEN:

See it ain’t like that. I was

framed.

BRADDOCK:

Heard that one before.

CHOZEN:

No, for real. My boy Phantasm soldme down the river.

9.

BRADDOCK:

You mean THE Phantasm? (SINGS) I

love it when you make it clap, make

it clap! That’s my jam!

CHOZEN:

Yeah, same dude. It was like in

that movie “Ricochet.” Denzel was

just like the top police guy,

everyone loved him, and then the

Dad from Harry and the Hendersons,

who’s a crazy ass racist, wants to

throw salt on his game. So he

starts messin’ with him. Makin’ it

look like Denzel be into kiddie

porn, and then drugging him all up

with heroin and what not so a

prostitute can do sex to him on

videotape. You know? Ruining his

good name. But lucky for Denzel he

got his old boy Ice-T to help him

out in the end and show the real

troof. If I had a cool homie like

Ice-T watchin my back then I’d-

BRADDOCK:

(HAND UP) Enough. We’re done here.

Check in with me next week. In the

meantime, you may want to take

advantage of our free mental health

services.

Chozen gets up to leave, laughs it off.

CHOZEN:

My mentals is air tight player, and

my skills are second to none. You

just wait, I’m gonna blow up and

you’ll see what time it really is.

One day you’ll be telling your

grand babies about how you met

Chozen, and you’ll probably act

like we was friends. But in your

heart you’ll know the truth, and

then you’ll cry, and them kids will

think “Damn, Grandma’s a straight-

up a**hole.”

Braddock jumps up from her desk, Chozen bolts out the door.

10.

EXT. COLLEGE FIELD - DAY

Chozen alone on the bleachers with headphones and notebook,

writes, erases, writes more.

EXT. COLLEGE FIELD - SPED UP TIME LAPSE

Chozen writes as a SOCCER TEAM PRACTICES, the COLLEGE BAND

REHEARSES. The SUN FALLS IN THE SKY.

EXT. COLLEGE FIELD - AFTERNOON

On Chozen writing, he keeps looking up, distracted. Pan tothe field to see a football team practicing.

Shots of football player butts in slow-mo, bend overstretching, etc.

An older guy, JIMMY TWIST (Mid-Forties, longish Hair,

rocker), sits further down the bleachers, shooting photos.

JIMMY:

(to himself)

There ya go, stretch it outdarlin’. Have fun with it. Nobody’swatching.

He sees Chozen, gives him a thumbs up. Chozen acts like hedidn’t see him, goes back to writing.

CHOZEN (*CUE 2)

(rapping to himself)

Dude creeping low key, trying besmooth. I cut him down to size, hit

em’ with the power move. One handto the nuts, One hand to the neck.

Bout time homie learned respect.

You shaking like a leaf, sillylittle trick. You picked the wrongdude if you was fixin to hit a lickquick. I’m battle tested-

JIMMY (O.S.)

Hey man! Hey!

Chozen realizes someone is talking over his headphones, looksup, pulls off headphones.

JIMMY (CONT’D)

Sh*t, I’m usually the only onehere. Good to have some company.

Name’s Jimmy!

11.

CHOZEN:

I’m Chozen.

JIMMY:

Chozen for what?

CHOZEN:

Nah, that’s my name.

JIMMY:

Oh, bad ass man. It’s cool, justlike- one word- easy to remember.

Football fan?

CHOZEN:

Something like that.

JIMMY:

Not me, I’m into cheerleaders.

Young ones. Their panties, theirboobs. Check it out.

Shows Chozen the LCD on his camera: shots of cheerleaders

doing exercises.

JIMMY (CONT’D)

Ho ho, nip slip!

Wide on the field, reveal cheerleaders at the far end.

CHOZEN:

Cool.

JIMMY:

Damn right it’s cool! Candidcheerleader snizz dot com. That’s

the place buddy. Guaranteed hard-

ons. I can get you a promo code, 2months free!

CHOZEN:

No thanks, aint really my thing.

Jimmy a bit vexed, notices Chozen’s TATTOO- (on forearm)

JIMMY:

Cool tat, where’d you get it?

CHOZEN:

Prison.

12.

JIMMY:

Been there amigo. When Motley Cruesays they need ass, you just startgrabbing girls, you don’t checkID’s.

Chozen lights up.

CHOZEN:

Motley Crue, damn, them boys wasbig! You in the business?

JIMMY:

I was. 20 years. Did it all. Busdriver, roadie, lights, pyro.

CHOZEN:

Pyro? That’s tight yo, I love me abig presentation. What you doin’here?

JIMMY:

The rock and roll scene changed, soI moved on. All folks seem to like

these days are skinny little twinkssinging about how sad they are. Ilike my tunes to have power, yaknow? Balls!

CHOZEN:

I feel you on that man. I like myshits to have balls too.

Chozen gestures to the notebook.

JIMMY:

Ah, a songwriter huh?

CHOZEN:

An MC.

JIMMY:

Ya know, they have an open mic dealevery weekend at the Study Hall bardown the street. I mean, if youneed somewhere to play.

Fired up. Chozen stands to leave.

CHOZEN:

Thank you Jimmy. This Study Hallsounds like the perfect spot tobegin my rise to the top.

(MORE)

13.

CHOZEN (CONT'D)

The plan is all coming together. Iwill annihilate!

JIMMY:

Well, it’s just an open mic.

CHOZEN:

I’m gonna bounce, gotsta fuel upfor this mission!

Chozen hurriedly makes his way down the bleachers.

JIMMY:

(calling after him)

I mean, anyone can do it. Like,

anyone!

Chozen can’t really hear him, but he pumps his fist inexcitement.

EXT. CAFETERIA - NIGHT

Chozen weaves through tables, tray piled with food. He spiesTROY (19, thin, geeky) at a table alone with a LAPTOP. Chozenplops down next to him, a little too close.

CHOZEN:

Mmm Mmm, these fries is on point.

What’s crackin’?

Troy ignores. Chozen points at the laptop with a french fry.

CHOZEN (CONT’D)

I need to use that. I’ll give you aSalisbury steak.

TROY:

Thanks, but, I have a paper due inthe morning.

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