The Night of Columbus Day

FADE-UP: INT. PUEBLO - NIGHT A Mexican Boy named JUANITO has a display of a California-Mission designed as a three-dimensional layout. A military bugle call sounds-off. He has placed some intricate details, as he adds a miniature statue of a Priest aside from the Mission. His Father walks in with concern over the school-project. MEXICAN-FATHER You see that project, there, that your school makes all the students partake-in, for their sake to pass the third-grade. As the Father picks up the landscape-design of Spanish Adobe Mission in California. MEXICAN-FATHER Do you know the untold horror-story listed in your history-books, do you? You do not. The little Boy is scared, and sad over his creation of such a Mission with history. And he picks up a small plastic toy of a wolf. MEXICAN-FATHER (O.S.) Let me tell you-son, that this life is full of good and evil, with evil sometimes disguised as good, and vice-versa. The little Boy grabs a tiny plastic toy of an Albino-Deer, which pecks his finger to bleed, all over. And places it onto the backside of the church, of the woodland area. EXT. THE WOODS - MORNING An albino-deer prancing within the open, yet eerie woods. Then this unique deer licks it’s foot. As suddenly the loud the bang of a gunshot goes off! (CONTINUED) CONTINUED: 2. Thick, dark, and heavy boots of several-hunters march their way within the foggy damped woods. A hunting-rifle hangs well-below a man dressed in all-black, appearing to be a mentor taking his understudy for a lesson. The hunting-duo approach a limping albino-deer that is bleeding, and wounded badly. The Mentor with his snarling nose, and thick eye-brows look at his understudy, whose of Native-American descent. As the Mentor offers a hand-gun to a fearful Boy. Whose eyes are filled with remorse. MENTOR (O.S.) What do you say, Chock? The eyes of the albino-deer appear to look quite similar. Chocktaw stands over the whimpering unique-animal, and aims the hand-gun point-blank at the deer. He closes his eyes, and begins to tear-up. We can hear the loud bang of a gun-shot. Chocktaw drops to his knees, feeling disappointed. As the Mentor approaches Chocktaw with his cellphone. MENTOR Chock, ay, snap out of it. This could be the last known albino-deer, do you know what this might mean? As the Mentor pauses. Chocktaw is quite disgusted. MENTOR We can garnish the meat, for food, as well as letting the world know. The Mentor pauses with his phone reaching towards the young Chocktaw, who grabs the phone. MENTOR Make sure the deer is in frame. Chocktaw feels absurd as such a cameraman-ought to be. (CONTINUED) CONTINUED: 3. He snaps a photo. With the Mentor in the background hacking away with a hand-saw. The hand-saw see-saws back and forth with bone crunching sounds to cause a headache. As blood spatters onto a nearby tree with engravings of different lovers’; C/O 81-73-66-83-80, etc. Covering the bark, entirely. Several-dozen trees hold marked-up engravings. As one engraving, specifically holds an M.A. hearts Y.B. EXT. DOWN THE HIGHWAY - MORNING Passing by flowers down-the-road, by a memorial, Michelangelo does the sign of the cross. Then he turns the radio down. MICHELANGELO (O.S.) There ain’t s**t on the radio. Michelangelo pops in a tape with a cord attached, and he plugs it in. With an 80’s track playing. And tapping his fingers, as if he were part of the band. The memorial belongs to a passing Native-Boy. As his beads resemble his tribe. Michelangelo gets out of his car and pops a squat. As he holds onto those beads. And staring into the portrait of the late passing, of his-Native-American friend. As he kisses his palm, and touches his friend’s picture. INT. CATHEDRAL - MORNING Strong and hairy hands do the sign of the cross over a dangling Crucifex resting on his hairy chest. Michelangelo kisses to the heavens-above. Thus, behold an Operatic-Painting of Saint Michael the Arch-Angel. EXT. THE CEMETERY - MORNING Michelangelo does the sign of the cross different times, for his family and friends. As he drives aside from the lonesome village-cemetery. A car drives by, and it is The Mexican Father with his little boy, Juanito. INT. MEXICAN FATHER’S VAN - CONTINUOS The Mexican Father drives the van, with his Son riding shotgun, while holding his San Carlos Mission project. The Boy flicks the tiny bell glued to the miniature version of San Carlos Mission project. EXT. CEMETERY - CONTINUOS The sound of a large-ringing bell from the heavens-above is quite excruciating. Michelangelo covers both of his ears. INT. MEXICAN FATHER’S VAN - CONTINUOS The Boy covers his ears, as his Father rustles through the torturous sound of a bell. Then the Boy stops the miniature bell with his index-finger. And takes a concerning look to his intrigued Father, who lights up a rolled-cigarette and exhales into the project. EXT. CEMETERY - CONTINUOS A jogger adjusts her headphones of TOP 40 POP Music that gets blown-out. Just as a heavy dose of fog lingers-by. Her music turns to a dark Gothic tune. EXT. MAUSOLEUM - MORNING As a flock-of-birds fly-by. He passes by memorials, as he kisses his palm, touching the picture of his Nona & Nanu (grandma & grandpa). (CONTINUED) 4. CONTINUED: 5. His Middle-School pal’s picture is blessed. As well as his Elementary crush, is also remembered. He pulls out his phone, and dials: #420 Michelangelo can hear footsteps. As he turns the corner of the mausoleum. He runs into Mario, the black-guido. MICHELANGELO Oh, s**t. Mario!? MARIO Mickey. What’s up, dude!? They give each-other a hug. And they begin to smoke a joint through one nice sesh. MARIO I visit my Nanu, on Columbus-Day, every-year, out of respect for his, and my ancestry-alike. Y’know? Don’t wanna lose my head, so thought I’d keep it, by keeping in touch with fam, y’know? Michelangelo pauses. As Mario laughs. MICHELANGELO Whatever you do, don’t lose your head. Seriously, for all of us. That would be one great-big pain in the ass, Mario. The duo laugh, as they give a fist-pound. MARIO Much love. As Michelangelo nears the memorials on the top-balcony. He sees his long-lost love. As he pauses, for a bit. He kisses his palm. And places it onto her memorial-picture. EXT. CEMETERY GROUNDS - CONTINUOS As Michelangelo walks within the cemetery-grounds. He suddenly realizes that he cannot find his car. P.O.V. of MICHELANGELO - MORNING: Upon the cemetery-grounds, resides nothing, but graves. And just as you know it, from afar, stands a man. Michelangelo spooked, but intrigued. As he begins to run. P.O.V. of MICHELANGELO - CONT.. The Native-American man holds a case, of some sort, in one hand. And as for the other, is a smoke. Michelangelo has gained some ground, sprinting. But when stops to realize that he was fooled. P.O.V. of MICHELANGELO - CONT.. There is not a single-soul in sight. As he looks-left, nothing. He looks right, and still-nothing. He looks elsewhere, and finds his car. As he hops in it. INT. MICHELANGELO’S CAR - CONTINUOS As the thick fog hits Michelangelo in the face. Almost deliberately trying to make contact. This is spooky. MICHELANGELO As he puts his car in drive. INT. COTTAGE - MORNING A Crucifix lies upon a mirror, where a man dressed in black looks at himself in the mirror-praying. It’s the Mentor. Trippy... (CONTINUED) 6. CONTINUED: 7. We notice the Italian-Flag hung around the mirror. As well as a framed-certificate for The Knights of Columbus. This guy has a snarling-nose. And through his eyes, he sees no hope. He does the sign of the cross. Suddenly, a young Chocktaw appears in the background with a black-eye. The Knight of Columbus notices the boy. An awkward silence goes about. KNIGHT OF COLUMBUS Don’t start no-s**t, today, you hear me!? The Boy standing small within his own innocence. KNIGHT OF COLUMBUS Today is the most important-day of the year, for not only myself, but for all Italian-Americans! Are you listening to me son!? Chocktaw feels a bit-confused. KNIGHT OF COLUMBUS Go get ready, and put some grease in your hair, will-ya! You look like a f*****g red-faced version, of Shaka-Zulu. As the Knight of Columbus repels to himself. Chocktaw is about to exit, until he hesitates. And takes a creeping-look back into the bathroom. KNIGHT OF COLUMBUS Oh, and don’t forget your lunch-money.. The Knight of Columbus tosses a bunch of change at the feet, of Chocktaw Boy. KNIGHT OF COLUMBUS Go buy yourself a hot-dog, or somethin’. Think you deserved it (MORE) (CONTINUED) CONTINUED: 8. KNIGHT OF COLUMBUS (cont’d) after this mornings catch, oh, wait a second, that was me who shot that damn-deer, wasn’t it!? Chocktaw Boy picks up the change off the floor. INT. BATHROOM - CONTINUOS Chocktaw looks at himself in the mirror. He isn’t Italian. He’s Native-American. As he places his hand into the muck of the grease that his father-figure uses. This feels like nothing he’s ever experienced-before. As he rubs his hands up and down. Then the door-opens abruptly. And it’s The Knight of Columbus. KNIGHT OF COLUMBUS What’s going on in here, Mister??? CHOCKTAW BOY Well, I was just, um... Using the grease -- KNIGHT OF COLUMBUS - See, now let me show you how. The Knight of Columbus places his hand over the Boy’s hand. And continues to move it into the thick of the grease. CHOCKTAW BOY I don’t like this. KNIGHT OF COLUMBUS It’s okay, just get deeper. The Boy slaps the Knight of Columbus hard across the face. Cue: Music -- theme for Chocktaw INT. LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOS As Chocktaw pauses in the living-room. And is looking at a prized-collection of blow-darts that are hung on the wall. Aside from hunting pictures with The Head Knight of Columbus posing alongside a dead Rhino, as well as a dead Tiger. This makes Chocktaw feel sick to his stomach. Then he realizes there’s only 2 darts left in the hung-holster. EXT. COTTAGE - CONTINUOS Chocktaw running down the street. As tears drop off his face. He looks back at the cottage, as if were his last. Until the Knight of Columbus runs-out, pissed-off, with his blow-whistler in his mouth, aimed at Chocktaw. KNIGHT OF COLUMBUS See you-soon, Choctaw-boy! But realizes the Boy’s already taken-off running. So, he walks back inside the house. INT. COTTAGE - MORNING The Knight adjusts a framed picture of the Albino-Deer. EXT. THE WOODS - CONTINUOS Chocktaw continues onward-passing creaking-trees. Where he also notices a flock-of-birds. EXT. HILLTOP OF THE PASTURES OF HEAVEN - CONTINUOS He follows the birds all the way to a hilltop that looks over a nearby-camp, holding a water-fountain. He hops on a rock. And meditates. (CONTINUED) 9. CONTINUED: 10. As he closes his eyes. Sounds of water-splashing, wince open Chocktaw’s right-eye. P.O.V. of CHOCKTAW: A beautiful Gina swims within the fountain. EXT. CAMP - MORNING Suddenly a penny is skipped beside her. As she squeaks. And another penny, as well as another is skipped. This is quite frightening to Gina. EXT. HILLTOP OF THE PASTURES OF HEAVEN - CONTINUOS Chocktaw gets up from the rock, and to the cliff edge. He takes a couple more steps to the edge of the cliff-to get a clear vision, and aims for his next skipped-penny. Then few rocks roll down the hill. Chocktaw stops in his tracks. As he notices a Woman taking all her clothes-off. The Boy lunges forward. EXT. CAMP - CONTINUOS The Beauty swims in the water-hole aside from the fountain, nude and free. EXT. HILLTOP OF THE PASTURES OF HEAVEN - CONTINUOS This causes the Boy to trip and fall down the hillside. Rolling, and rolling about. EXT. CAMP - MORNING Till he finally lands and stops right in front of the water-fountain aside from a campground with a fire-pit. (CONTINUED) CONTINUED: 11. GINA Are you alright!? Whose covered-up with her towel. The Boy is on the ground as he gets up. Fumbling all over the place. GINA Wait, were you spying on me. You were, the one skipping pennies at me-huh!!? You little fucking peeping-tom, you... As Gina pauses. The Chocktaw Boy is dumbfounded. GINA What happened to your eye? The Chocktaw Boy pauses. GINA Oh, I see... You just don’t wanna tell me what happened to the other guy, huh... As Gina Smiles. Chocktaw smiles, too. GINA What’s your name? CHOCKTAW BOY You can call me Chocktaw. GINA I’m Gina, and we’ve certainly have just become friends. As Gina gives the Chocktaw Boy a high-five. GIO (O.S.) Whoa, Whoa, whoa.... Chocktaw looks and sees the sight of trouble. GIO Wait just a second. So what do you think your doing here, Indian-Boy!? This is our hangout-spot. Michelangelo appears with them, but not as hostile. (CONTINUED) CONTINUED: 12. As he is dating Gina. MICHELANGELO Leave the kid, alone. He’s just chilling with Gina. GIO You don’t think I know that. MICHELANGELO Gio, look, this kid is harmless. Leave him alone. Michelangelo pulls out a joint. And lights it up. He exhales. And passes it to Chocktaw. MICHELANGELO Think I got the birds-stoned. Can’t you hear them singing? Chocktaw takes the joint. GINA You can’t wear that to school. Let’s get you some new threads. As they all get-up, walking and smoking. Chocktaw has found happiness. Which leaves a bittersweet-Gio. EXT. FLEA-MARKET - MORNING Flannel-Coats and Shirts are places on a table. As Chocktaw has his eyes on a shirt. Gina is checking out the wooden-sculptures. With Gio watching over them all, annoyed, yet waiting for someone to show up. Meanwhile, Michelangelo gets a flare of a golden-light in the corner of his eye. Which draws him towards this miscellaneous-booth. And comes across a case, as Michelangelo places his hands on-top, feeling the vibrations that it is giving-off. (CONTINUED) CONTINUED: 13. GIO (O.S.) Let’s go boy and girls. The Bay is clothed with fog, let’s roll, for crying out loud. Chocktaw hears all this, but refuses to let it get the best of him. As he turns the other cheek. Gio walks away, loquaciously. As he pulls his phone out. EXT. PARKING LOT - MORNING Tommy loading up Gio’s car with a mannequin. A plastic Tomahawk. As well as Native-Clothing, and a noose. Then Tommy hops in the passenger-seat. TOMMY You don’t think that this is going too far? Gio gives a snarling-eyebrow. TOMMY No, yeah, alright-then, good! Leaving a dumbfounded-Tommy. GIO That ought to do the job. As Gio gives him a fist-pound. EXT. FLEA-MARKET - MORNING Michelangelo opens the case-up. Majestic-sounds of heaven can be heard. And all of a sudden, a bird flies on top of the case. As he sways the bird away. Michelangelo grasps onto a golden-trumpet with an engraved ancient seven on the handle. (CONTINUED) CONTINUED: 14. As his eyes fully become in awe. MICHELANGELO El Dor -- - The Native Seller laughs. As he smokes his pipe. NATIVE-SELLER You play your notes right, you just may be the mortal to transition to be immortal. The buttons on that-there-instrument, once was touched by the Prince of Darkness, himself. Now - before him, that’s all up to you to find out, son. The Native-Seller blows smoke in Michelangelo’s face. As he wraps the case-up, secure, and safely. Michelangelo looks confused, until he sees a table-top designed for, "Donations to Help Standing-Rock Sioux Tribe". Then Michelangelo donates ten dollars. Gina looks up from shopping, and turns to Chocktaw. NATIVE-SELLER As long as you look between the cracks, you’ll be free, my son. Free as the plants, we, as humans have become Suspect-of. Play the notes of thy familiar vibes, and join, forever in harmony, of the everlasting tribe. Because wherever you are in this place called Earth, you will find what’s wrong, and it ought to be resolved, as Mother-Nature, herself, has become suffocated, by a forceful mask of concrete. To be free, is to feel life, naturally. And the Native Seller puffs on his corn-cop pipe. EXT. DAY-SCAPE OF TOWN - DAY Even though it’s day, you cannot tell through the fog, if it’s day, evening, or night; it feels a lot like Alaska’s dark-winter days. EXT. THE WHARF- DAY Michelangelo on top of the hood of his car with his trumpet, contemplating to play something. EXT. THE BEACH - DAY Parked alongside the wharf, sits the white-van from earlier. INT. BACK OF THE VAN - DAY Smoke fills the atmosphere of San Carlos Mission project. EXT. SKATE-PARK - DAY The thick fog suffocates the ambiance of the park with a montage of skateboarders biffing: Young-Italian Skateboarder cruising down the bridge. Nearing in-on the skate-park, until he falls and face-plants-hard. A Biker about to go off a jump, face-plants. Whereas, a Skater-boarder grinds off a rail, and boom! And finally a Roller-Blade chick, eats it hardcore. A bolt of lightning-strikes. As we can hear notes of the trumpet over each biff. EXT. THE WHARF- DAY Michelangelo look inside the trumpet to see what is causing his bad-performance. As he is very much so confused. EXT. THE BEACH - DAY Rough waves crash upon the rocks. As it is high-tide, of such a brewing storm. Mario is at the beach peering out towards the bay. And can hear the rhythmic-tune of such whistling. 15. (CONTINUED)