Coo Brah And Hyphy Nate On The Case Of The Sick Fuck

By
Jarred Hodgdon

756 S 3rd St
San Jose
95133

FADE IN:
EXT. MONTAGE

-DAY

NARRARATOR (VO)
For years the fued was unsettled.
COO-BRAH and HYPHY NATE struggled
over inches of turf, both of these
rad dudes evenly matched and unable
to get the upper hand.
COO-BRAH, 25, a 1950’s styled Fonzy like rocker, strolls
down the street. After bending down to smell a flower he
spots
HYPHY-NATE, 25 an early nineties Fresh Prince-esque hip
hopper, walking on the opposite side of the street.
The two grimace and mean mug at each other.
NARRATOR (CONT)
A landmark truce was reached after
a grand face off break dance battle
at the annual swap meet...
In montage the two foes are seen busting incredible break
dance moves.
Grannies, cowboys and kids with ice cream stand and marvel.
NARRATOR (CONT)
...each party unable to best the
other but finding a mutual respect
and admiration.
Coo-Brah and Hyphy-Nate shake hands in reconciliation as
onlookers cheer.
NARRATOR (CONT)
This truce held fast and forged a
friendship that would hold the
fabric of the neighborhood together
for hella days.
The two stroll the street in unison. Coo-Brah points towards
potential danger and they stride towards it as one.
NARRATOR (CONT)
Until a new threat emerged,
presenting great peril for their
alliance and the future of the
whole hood.
(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED:

2.

DISSOLVE
INSERT:
COO-BRAH AND HYPHY-NATE
ON THE CASE OF THE SICK FUCK
EXT.STREET

- DAY

Coo-Brah and Hyphy-Nate stroll the block.
HYPHY-NATE
We own this street, This blockCOO-BRAH
Survey the landscape, chew the
scene, we’re the lords of all you
see.
HYPHY-NATE
(Pointing)
Peep game Coo-Brah, check out that
old lady over there, she hobbling
and struggling and shit.
GINGER, 86,a blue haired octogenarian walks precariously
with giant grocery bags.
COO-BRAH
Like whoa, I find this display an
entirely abhorrent occurrence to
the order we represent. I propose
we do something with haste.
Coo-Brah snaps his fingers and the two approach the old
lady, surrounding her.
HYPHY-NATE
Sup old lady, look at you, with
your heavy bags an shit, hobblin,
wobblin, an trying to cross the
street.
Ginger recoils, surprised and startled by the two.
COO-BRAH
Looks like Ms Octogenarian needs a
hand, what say you hand over the
bags and let Hyphy-Nate and myself
help you cross the street.

(CONTINUED)

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3.
HYPHY-NATE
Thas right. And I’ll steady your
arm as you step.

The two help her cross cautiously, taking their time to
ensure her safe handling.
Once reaching the curb the woman pulls a dollar out of her
bag and they recoil in horror.
COO-BRAH
Listen granny, I’m not sure to
understand what kind of operation
we’re running here but we don’t
condone bribery on these streets.
HYPHY-NATE
Some kinda senior moment must got
you confused. Lets not see you pull
out that coin purse again unless
its to contract payment for goods
and services. Peace out and have a
nice day grandma.
The two continue on their way.
DISSOLVE TO
INT. CHESTER’S ROOM - MORNING
An alarm clock is ringing.
CHESTER, 19, a dumb Average Joe college wakes up, groggy and
sweaty, hitting the alarm off.
CHESTER
Oh no, I’m late for my final, how
did I sleep in so long.
He is disoriented, rubs his temples, struggles to sit up in
bed.
Chester vomits.
CHESTER
Oh no, I must be ill. Gotta get up,
must make it to my final.
Chester sees voice-mails on his PHONE and plays them on
speaker.
Chester throws on clothes , throws his backpack together and
is woozily rushing, all while listening to the voice-mails.
(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED:

4.

BOSS(VO)
Chester you lazy ass, I am up to my
neck in your malarkey. Your sales
are down and you left early last
night, I expect you on time today
and if you don’t make your numbers
that’s it! Caput!
Chester hits his phone to delete, despairing.
MARGARET(VO)
Chester you fucking dick. Where are
you?! I need the notes for my
final! Asshole! You were supposed
to be here half an hour ago. I’m
fucked and we’re through if you
don’t get here now.
FUUUUUCCCCCKKKK!
Chester deletes this message, despairing.
With a sigh he grabs the NOTES off the floor and tries to
hold back VOMIT BURPS.
Failing, he VOMITS on the notes and into his BACKPACK as he
is trying to put the notes in his bag.
The SMOKE ALARM starts sounding due to low battery.
Chester fumbles, tries hitting it with a BACKSCRATCHER and
throws something at it with no luck. He gives up and begins
to leave, exiting his room into the hallway.
INT. CHESTER’S HALLWAY - MOMENTS LATER
He passes his ROOMATE,27, a total douche-bag dweeb, who is
polishing a vase. He nods towards his roommate.
ROOMMATE
Hey. Your alarm clock was going off
for three hours. It disturbed my
studies.
CHESTER
Yeah well, I didn’t wake up and now
I’m running late for a final.
ROOMMATE
You look sick as fuck.
Chester makes moves to exit.

(CONTINUED)

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5.

ROOMMATE
Don’t leave that smoke alarm
ringing, change the battery or pop
it out or it will disturb my
studies further.
Chester RUSHES back to his room.
INT. CHESTER’S ROOM - MOMENTS LATER
Chester takes a CHAIR and woozily steps up stretching
towards the alarm, straining and sweating.
He barely reaches and yanks the battery out and then VOMITS
all over himself.
He recoils and falls off the chair onto the floor.
Standing up and collecting himself he then makes moves to
rush out of the apartment.
INT. CHESTER’S HALLWAY - MOMENTS LATER
ROOMMATE
That’s disgusting, that’s going to
stink to high hell. Thanks a lot
Chester. You have more than your
final to worry about, things are
gonna change around here!
Chester BOLTS out the door.
EXT. STREET - MOMENTS LATER
Chester goes to unlock his bike, fumbles, hops on and begins
to ride.
After a few peddles the tire EXPLODES, he dumps the bike and
begins to run.
Hyphy-Nate and Coo-Brah are striding down the street,
YO-YO-ing in sync as they go.
Chester BOLTS past Hyphy-Nate and Coo-Brah.
COO-BRAH
What the!

(CONTINUED)

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6.
HYPHY-NATE
Slow your roll muthafucka there’s
cracks in this sidewalk.
COO-BRAH
This youth is displaying a complete
disregard for the safety and
decorum of this block.

Chester is still running and runs across the street, a CAR
BREAKS for him.
HYPHY-NATE
God damn that muthafucka just
jaywalked!
Chester stops after crossing, drops to his knees and VOMITS.
Managing to stand again he BOLTS once more.
COO-BRAH
Oh! My! Goodness! We have a
litterbug too! This hooligan needs
to be brought up to speed, learn
the score.
HYPHY-NATE
Ay rogue stop right there!
Chester looks back, pauses but continues running.
COO-BRAH
Looks like he’s flagrantly ignoring
our authority.
HYPHY-NATE
Oh hell naw, I ain’t fin to have
this. Suit up, we roll.
Coo-Brah pulls out a RAZOR SCOOTER from nowhere and mounts
it.
Hyphy-Nate pulls ROLLER-BLADES out of thin air and laces up.
With a nod to each other they take off at great speed.
They are racing down the street, pulling off cool TRICKS and
HOPS.
Chester looks back nervously but continues running as the
gap between them closes.
With some sweet and stylish maneuvers the pursuers catch up
and corner Chester in an alley.

7.

EXT. ALLEY - MOMENTS LATER
Chester looks nervously, GREEN FACED and sweating.
He VOMITS at their feet.
Falling, his backpack spills and some contents fly out.
HYPHY-NATE
Oh shit! You’re a nasty sick little
fuck.
COO-BRAH
You heard us hail, you heard us
call. We broke sweat in pursuit,
what do you have to say for your
sorry suit?
Chester is flummoxed.
HYPHY-NATE
God damn punk, you have any idea
who we are?!
CHESTER
(nervously)
Well sure. Of course. You’re
Hyphy-Nate and Coo-Brah. You run
these streets , everyone knows
that.
COO-BRAH
So you know the score and you still
fled?! It would seem you have a
complete disregard towards the
order we represent.
CHESTER
(Frantically)
N-No, y’see I am terribly sick and
terrifically late for a final. I
need to get a grade to pass this
class. My girl is there too and
she’s about to dump me, and I think
I’m losing my job today too. I
didn’t want to run butChester is crying.
HYPHY-NATE
Excuses are like assholes punk!
Once in a while they expel a burst
of hot gaseous air that sounds
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)

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8.
HYPHY-NATE (cont’d)
funny for a moment but is
ultimately malodorous.
COO-BRAH
Wait now, lets take pause for a
moment. This boy expressed a
valid scenario where in fact haste
was necessitated. Furthermore he
demonstrated deference to our
position. Young man, we will hold
you back no longer, as a resident
of the block your academic success
is our imperative as well.

Chester collects himself to dart.
HYPHY-NATE
Fuck that! Littering, jaywalking,
flouting the civic order and
decency of the streets. We slide in
this scenario how’s that gonna
look? I tell you right now, the
original sin of this little
shithead was leaving the house in
the first place. Look at his green
ass face, he endangered the public
once he stepped out the door. You
want a flu epidemic on the block
breaking out on our watch?!
Hyphy-Nate and Coo-Brah SQUARE OFF.
Chester is looking with fear and interest, looking for an
opening to escape.
COO-BRAH
Hold your horses hothead. Your
outlook is too rigid. We can’t
bring justice to the public if
we’re not flexible in our ideology
and methods.
HYPHY-NATE
Too rigid?! Is that how you feel?
You remember how shit was before I
came on the scene? Who was it that
started a community garden in that
empty lot that blighted the
streets? That was all me muthfucka.
Chester slowly slides away as the two are distracted in the
argument.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED:

9.

COO-BRAH
I remember you tried to help that
guy move that one time and it
turned out it was a home robbery.
HYPHY-NATE
Fuck Naw! You’re gonna bring that
shit up again. Look we gotta help
this little punk get home, tuck him
in, set him up with some chicken
broth and ginger-ale. If he fails
the class, fuck it, he can take it
next semester and we’ll tutor him.
COO-BRAH
Hyphy...No. I’ve witnessed a great
transgression in you ideology, and
begin to doubt your competency in
this partnership. I’m gonna help
this kid get to class, and he’s
going to pass that test.
Coo-Brah turns and see’s that Chester is gone.
COO-BRAH
Kid, letsHYPHY-NATE
Oh snap!
COO-BRAH
He absconded!
HYPHY-NATE
This on you Brah!
Coo-Brah spies something on the ground, bends down and picks
it up.
COO-BRAH
His scantron! That rapscallion
doesn’t stand a chance without
this. I intend to pursue and make
sure he gets it. You got one chance
Hyphy, you’re either with me or
this alliance is through.
HYPHY-NATE
Fuck this alliance, I don’t need
you to hold down the street. You’ve
lost your way son- pursue him to
campus?! That ain’t even our turf.
You go on this mission, not only
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)

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10.

HYPHY-NATE (cont’d)
are we through, but I won’t even
let you taste my salsa at the
annual block party.
COO-BRAH
Is that where we stand?
HYPHY-NATE
Is this how it is?
COO-BRAH
It seems that’s the score, the sum
total, the grande enchilada.
HYPHY-NATE
Let the chips fall on the table
where the cards lay.
COO-BRAH
I figure we’ll see how this plays
out, see who the streets need more.
When I turn and walk away, this
truce is history.
HYPHY-NATE
So be it. Peace out. And I say that
as a cordial polite citizen, but
homies no longer.
They turn their backs on each other and walk in opposite
directions.
EXT. STREET - DAY
Chester is running- exhausted, green in the face, he begins
to VOMIT as he runs without slowing down.
As he is in full speed, MEL, 50 a tall and slender man,
swings out from a storefront door and steps in his path
halting him-it’s his boss.
MEL
Chester. Very nice to see you with
some sense of urgency for once. I
am glad to see you here early, if
you can make some good sales today
your job may be saved...
Chester recoils.

(CONTINUED)

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11.

CHESTER
Uuuhhhh....burp
MEL
Although, you look like total shit.
Get in here, clean up, and get to
work.
CHESTER
No you don’t understand. I’m late
for my final. I’m in a hurry, I
have to go.
MEL
What?! You are on the thinnest of
ice here, I am giving you an
opportunity, don’t you seeChester VOMITS all over his boss.
Mel recoils and is aghast. Chester shoves past him and
continues to run.
MEL (CONT)
That’s it. It’s over, no more job
for you pal!
EXT. STREET . DAY
Coo-Brah is in pursuit, hot on Chester’s trail. He kneels,
swipes a finger through some sidewalk vomit and sniffs.
COO-BRAH
Deductive reasoning. The boy has
been vomiting, he must be going
this way. I’m on the right path.
Snapping his fingers, he takes off in pursuit, hot on the
trail.
EXT. STREET . DAY
Hyphy-Nate is solemnly strolling the streets. He is kicking
a can as he walks, thinking to himself.
HYPHY-NATE (VO)
Maybe this block don’t need me
anymore. If Coo-Brah don’t give two
shits about me, what’s it all for.
If kids be running around flaunting
my authority what should I care?
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED:

12.

HYPHY-NATE (VO) (cont’d)
When’s the last time Hyphy-Nate
ever did anything for hisself?
Maybe this street, this block,
maybe it don’t deserve me. Yeah.
Yeah.
HYPHY-NATE
Fuck all! I’m goin fishin.
As Hyphy-Nate turns to go off on a mission of pleasure,
CARLA, 37, a wild haired hippie, runs up to him.
CARLA
Hyphy-Nate! Hyphy-Nate! I’m so glad
to see you! My cat is stuck up in
that tree over yonder, frightened
and won’t come down, please help
me.
Hyphy-Nate peers off into the tree, spotting the cat and
hearing its faint cry.
CARLA
She’s diabetic and needs her
insulin, please help!
HYPHY-NATE
Man, fuck that mess! Maybe if you
nurtured your damn cat, looked over
it, gave it some pets and some
brushies, maybe it wouldn’t run off
up in a tree!
Carla is terrified.
HYPHY-NATE (CONT)
Where was you when that cat needed
you, huh? You people are all the
same, it’s always Hyphy-Nate this
and Hyphy-Nate that, but who looks
out for me...who loves me? You all
never appreciated what I did for
this block, now lets see how you
get by without me. Peace! I’m out!
The woman is flabbergasted, Hyphy-Nate leaves, the cat cries
in the tree.

13.

EXT. DAY - STREETS (MONTAGE/ VARIOUS LOCALES)
The block is starting to fall apart:
Trash is blowing in the streets.
Hobos are setting up encampments.
Someone posts a notice of a lost dog.
A store keeper catches a kid shoplifting...cuts off his
hand.
A lightbulb on a streetlight explodes, the falling glass
blinds a man.
A trash can is on fire.
A baby is left on a doorstep crying.
NARRATOR (VO)
With its heroes in absentia, the
streets descend into chaos.
Hyphy-Nate: gone fishin; Coo-Brah
on a mission taking him outside the
territories.
Hyphy-Nate casts a reel into the river.
Coo-Brah is running at breakneck speed.
NARRATOR (VO)
It calls to question the nature of
law and order itself. Is there hope
for or any point to humanity if the
sacrifice of a few selfless,
extraordinary souls is all that
keeps this shitty planet together?
NARRATOR, 55, A neatly suited Rod Serling-esque man, picks
up the baby off the doorstep and adresses the audience in
’piece to camera’.
NARRATOR
Fuck it all. Who wants to deal with
this shit?
The narrator puts a gun into his mouth, pulls the trigger
and collapses into the street.
The baby rolls out of his dying arms into the gutter.
Dogs run in to eat his flesh.

14.

EXT. CAMPUS -

DAY

Chester is continuing his mad dash to class. He runs across
a lawn, the SPRINKLERS turn on and soak him.
He runs into a PROFESSORIAL MAN, 60, who FLIES into the air
upon impact (like in old Little Rascals shorts), a stack of
papers flying through the air.
Chester darts into a building.
INT. SCHOOL BUILDING INTERIORS- DAY
Chester is stuck running through narrow halls packed with
students as he sweats.
Shoving his way through he VOMITS profusely, spraying into
the throngs that recoil and scream.
He is ascending stairs, several floors of them, while people
slip and fall in the trail of vomit he left behind.
Just as he finally almost reaches his classroom, his
girlfriend exits the classroom with TROY, 21, a bleached
blonde jocular douche.
MARGARET
Oh it’s you. Perfect timing, only
ten minutes left to take the test
nimrod.
CHESTER
Margaret, here’s your notes.
Chester tries to pull the crumpled, soggy notes out of his
bag.
MARGARET
Nevermind Chester, when you didn’t
show this morning I ran into Troy
and we shared his notes. They were
better notes, more comprehensive;
it’s a certainty that I nailed the
final. Also, in our morning cram
session it came be that we
bonded...emotionally.
TROY
Physically.

(CONTINUED)

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15.

CHESTER
Oh.
Troy and Margaret begin to make out deeply and passionately
with Chester watching.
CHESTER (CONT)
Oh.
Chester begins barf burps. He is holding his lips closed
tight as he watches. White foam seeps out from his lips, he
swallows deeply, his face turning PURPLE.
CHESTER (CONT)
No. I will not do this, I will show
you no sign of being emotionally
impacted by your display.
Barf burps occur in his tightly closed mouth, but Chester
just winces and swallows.
CHESTER (CONT)
You deserve nothing from me, I take
leave of you! And I am determined
to kill this final!
Margaret and Troy stop making out and watch Chester.
Margaret is annoyed, Troy tries to engage a kiss again and
Margaret pushes him away.
INT. CLASSROOM - DAY
Chester busts into the room, every student looks up and
gasps, as he is green faced, filthy and sweating.
He flies down into a desk, raising his hand.
CHESTER
(emphatically)
Professor I am ready for my exam.
INT. SCHOOL BUILDING INTERIORS - MOMENTS LATER
Coo-Brah is flying through the halls, ducking and weaving
through the crowds. He is on a mission to find Chester and
give him his scantron.

16.

INT. CLASSROOM - MOMENTS LATER
Chester is rifling through his bag rapidly, pulls out a #2
pencil but can’t find a scantron just yet.
The PROFESSOR, 55, an egghead asshole, slowly approaches his
desk and calmly lays the exam down.
PROFESSOR
Chester it seems as though your
late in this world, but right on
time in your own. You stink, and
your exterior condition reflects
the interior chaos I sense in your
addled, warped mind.
INT. SCHOOL BUILDING INTERIOR - MOMENTS LATER
Coo-Brah is running through the halls, opening
doors indiscriminately and peering in, looking for Chester.
INT. CLASSROOM - MOMENTS LATER
PROFESSOR
Now it looks like you have eight
minutes left. And I’ll remind the
class that you, Chester, need to
score at least 85%, or you fail
this class.
CHESTER
Um...I forgot my scantron...does
anyone have one I can borrow?
Chester scans the room.
Various students throw their hands up, clenching scantrons.
STUDENT 1
Sure, right here.
STUDENT 2
I guess so, I have one.
STUDENT 3
Yeah for certain.
The professor darts his head about, student to student.

(CONTINUED)

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17.
PROFESSOR
(angrily)
No class! If a student comes to a
final unprepared, it is their fate
that they should fail. This world
is unforgiving to those that lack
preparedness above all else-

Coo-Brah BURSTS into the room excitedly and spies Chester at
the desk.
COO-BRAH
Chester! At long last, I have
brought your scantron to you.
He throws the scantron down on the desk in front of Chester.
Chester immediately dives in, ignoring the commotion and
working away at the test.
PROFESSOR
Now hold on just a second. You
can’t burst in here and threaten
the order of my classroom.
COO-BRAH
Hey! I am merely bringing some
equilibrium to this young boys
scenario.
Coo-Brah and Professor square off.
PROFESSOR
He does not get to take this final,
he was late, he was unprepared, but
above all else: I don’t like
Chester. I don’t like the cut of
his JIB.
COO-BRAH
So Professor gets a tiny modicum
of authority and exercises it with
tyrannical relentlessness to suit
his own petty prejudices. Hmmphhh.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned
in my leadership experiences, its
that when you rule with an iron
fist, your hand is too heavy to
jerk off with. That...if you think
your shit don’t stink, you might
have a defective olfactory glands.
And that’s not a good thing.
Kids in the class begin to look up, coaxed by inspiring
words. Chester continues to write.
(CONTINUED)

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18.

Coo-Brah pokes Professors chest.
Professors lips quiver.
COO-BRAH (CONT)
When you’re the smartest man in the
room, you might just be entering
rooms full of idiots. If you’re
king of your castle...man Fuck
that! Castles aren’t energy
efficient, and they’re drafty and
arcane, who wants to live like
that! What I’m trying to say Mr
Professor man, is that Chester here
has overcome great obstacles to be
here, he has put this final above
all else. There was a moment when I
too stood in his way for the sake
of maintaining my own authority.
Now, are you going to stand in his
way today...Prof?
The Professor looks stunned and stirred and totally moded.
Starting with one student a slow clap occurs until it fills
the air of the classroom.
Chester is still filling in the bubbles ferociously.
PROFESSOR
(pleadingly)
Enough. Class? Enough! Class
Enough! Now just listen a moment, I
am not a monster. Yes of course, I
will accept Chester’s test. I was
simply trying to impart a lesson
upon this boy and use him as a
teachable moment for the rest of
the class. Now, he still has 35
seconds, like the rest of the
class. So I must say, though I will
accept his test, I see a thin test
of him passing based on his limited
time and historically thin grasp of
the material.
Chester looks up triumphantly.
CHESTER
35 seconds Professor? Well. I don’t
need it. Here!

(CONTINUED)

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19.

Chester confidently hands the dumbfounded professor his
scantron. Coo-Brah looks from Chester to the Professor with
pride.
COO-BRAH
Well Prof. Are you going to see
what the score is or no?
The Professor swipes the scantron from Chester, and with a
"harumph" he strides over to the scantron reading computer
near his desk.
He feeds it in, the machine whirs, and lights blink as it
calculates.
It stops completely with no sound for several seconds, the
whole class sits on pins and needles, staring into the
mechanical soul of the machine.
A joyous game-show like buzzer starts ringing, lights
flashing and the class cheers.
PROFESSOR
What?! How can this be?! A perfect
score?
Chester and Coo-Brah look to each other and engage in the
most epic high five ever.
CHESTER
I guess having someone to believe
in you makes all the difference
between a zero and a hero. C’mon,
Coo-Brah, lets get back to our
block, I’m continuing to feel sick.
The two slowly stride past the Professor towards the door.
Chester VOMITS at the dumbfounded Professors feet.
The Professor shakes with rage.
The two stride out confidently as the classroom looks on.
EXT . STREET - DAY
Chester and Coo-Brah are walking along.
CHESTER
Thanks for everything Coo-Brah.
Y’know I think I’m starting to feel
better. Today didn’t start so hot
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)

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20.

CHESTER (cont’d)
but it ended up okay thanks to you.
But where’s Hyphy-Nate, are you
heading back to meet him?
COO-BRAH
No, Hyphy-Nate and myself...we’re
not really partners anymore. We
kinda had a fight.
CHESTER
What?! But the block needs you!
I...I need you guys!
COO-BRAH
Yeah, I said some pretty bad stuff
to him. I feel pretty sick about
it. Actually. I think I feel pretty
sick in general.
Just then, strolling up from an opposite direction is
Hyphy-Nate, he has a stick with some big fish tied to it.
HYPHY-NATE
Oh. It’s you two.
CHESTER
Hi Hyphy-Nate. Listen I’m really
sorry about this morning. I acted
with complete disregard for the
block and for you and Coo.
HYPHY-NATE
Yeah! You did!....But thanks for
the apology, just don’t do it
again.
CHESTER
I feel sick. I mean, not just the
flu, I would feel sick if my
carelessness destroyed one of the
greatest partnerships the world has
ever seen. And. Well, this hood
needs you two.
Coo-Brah and Hyphy-Nate have an intense stare into each
others eyes, bridging the current physical distance between
them.
HYPHY-NATE
We did have a good thing goin
didn’t we?

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED:

21.

COO-BRAH
The best thing. We had the best
thing going.
CHESTER
Well, what do you guys say?
The two race towards each other and embrace with an epic
fisted handshake like Dillon and Dutch in Commando. They
don’t let go or relent their tight closed hands.
COO-BRAH
That fish is kind of stinky.
HYPHY-NATE
Yeah its starting to make me feel
sick.
Still holding hands they begin to turn green and start
VOMITING on their tightly clenched, loving fists.
DISSOLVE
EXT/INT. THE STREETS - DAY/MONTAGE
The neighborhood starts coming out of their homes and
cleaning the streets up. Order is being restored.
But Coo-Brah and Hyphy-Nate are sick, sharing the same bed
while Chester tends to them.
Chester puts wet rags on their foreheads and looks upon them
with pride.
Margaret and Troy are seen arguing, their romance is over.
Chesters boss hangs an Out of Business sign on the window.
The baby that had been left in the gutter is picked up by a
man who enters the frame...it is the Professor.
CHESTER (VO)
Well, everything on the block
turned out okay in the end, I
passed my class Hyphy-Nate and
Coo-Brah were closer than ever. But
it turns out the block didn’t need
them as much anymore, everyone
really came together and learned
how to help each other out more. So
them, they had a lot more time for
fishing and junk. As for me? Well,
I finally found a place for myself
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED:

22.

CHESTER (VO) (cont’d)
in this hood. Yeah, it turns out
there was an opening for a
narrator.
In ’piece to camera’ Chester strides towards the camera as
bustling, utopian streets lay behind him.
THE END