{Sound of waves hitting the shore is heard on a black screen...

EXT.BEACH.NEAR WATER.DAY.

{The beach with wild waves are shown, then the camera pans to a
man lying on the shore with no movement or sound. He has blood
all over him and his clothes and the water around him is also
red.}

IN A STATIC TV SCREEN...

FADE TO:

EXT.ROAD SIDE.DAY

{A man walks(slow motion) forward while the vehicles move

backwards. He is 'karl marx' the loner drug addict. He's seen to
be wearing a hooded shirt, flippers,a baggy trouser and
sunglasses which are too big for him. He walks in a way clutching
his right side trouser pocket and evidently something is in it.}

KARL MARX (V.O.)

My life has always been going backwards. You see what I mean? My
parents died when I was four in a horrific car crash.

{a picture of a funny car crash comes to the screen.}

KARL MARX (V.O.)

I know the crash is funny but I'm pretty sure my father wasn't
high when he died.

{Back to roadside, he walks the same way but the vehicles move
backwards.}

KARL MARX (V.O.)

Since then I inherited his property and all his money and became
the piece of shit I am today. I am proud to say that I'm one of
the few people to be considered as the scum of society. Should I
even mention the amount of drugs I take in to my system. I take
in all types of drugs. The ones which are legal and you get of
pharmaceutical stores and the ones which you'd get busted for.

{The shot moves to a pharmacy and a few stack of needles with

police sirens and lights blazing.}
[Still walks on the beach.]

KARL MARX (V.O.)

If you have the time, I'd love to explain the drugs and why I
take them, because people judge addicts too soon without knowing
them good enough. I've become a mere social stereotype by them.
In this case people judge the drugs, but listen to a veteran
addict like myself... EACH NARCOTIC HAS ITS OWN STYLE OF HIGH.

{{{TITLES APPEAR : Score, Trip & High}}}

INT.ADDICTS ROOM.DAY

{The room is dark and all windows shut, but ample light surrounds
the room, it is quite small,it fits in one bed, a table, a chair
and a wardrobe. From the ceilings can be seen pictures or
portraits or sketches hanging down with a thin thread and stuck
to the ceiling with tape. The whole room is a mess with clutters
of newspaper cut outs scattered, the floor with needles,
cigarette butts and lighters and pornographic magazines. KARL WAS
A TYPICAL ADDICT.}

KARL MARX (V.O.)

Let's start with cannabis... considered to be the herb of life,

hell even the Hindu God Shiva thought of smoking up every now and
then.

{A graphic picture of Shiva smoking is seen.}

Just roll and puff you'll be in paradise in no time.This leaf

would give you pleasure over pain, too much of it can even cure
cancer! The easiest drug to get hold of is weed.

{Marx opens a metal box which holds the weed he is going to

smoke. He takes out a handful and rolls it in a paper... The next
he is seen with smoke clouds around him and smoke slowly coming
out from his mouth.}

[Karl exits his room, there is smoke oozing out of the room as if
there is fog in the room. He walks past the diner where he finds
just one sandwich in the middle of the table. His hand goes for
the sandwich but it disappears.]

Cannabis makes you starve like a Shrew. You'll need to eat more
than your body weight to suppress it.

I don't even recall the last set of days where I didn't smoke up.

CUT TO-

KARL MARX (V.O.)

Next would be Liquid acid, mostly I drop it to be creative. I'd

consider myself an artist, as long as people don't see my art.
LSD would make me see things which didn't exist... it puts me in
another dimension.

{He takes out strips of LSD which seems to be stamps and chews
them and turns back to a blank canvas...(classical music playing
in the background).}

[(after an hour-on screen)]

{{The canvas is filled with faces and only faces from different
angles.}}

KARL MARX (V.O.)

It takes guts and creative intellect for artists to make art, all
it takes for me is two strips.

{A postal stamp with a picture of Gandhi on it is shown.}

CUT TO-

KARL MARX (V.O.)

I have to say, Cocaine is my wing man... The occasional shag I

get is because of the line which I just snorted.

{Karl cuts and powders the cocaine from tiny bags. He separates
them into small streaks, he bends down with a straw in his hand
and snorts that streak of coke.}

{{He gets up and sits upright, coughs up some saliva...}}

[Clippings of nuclear bombs going off.. rockets being
launched...and few minute seconds of karls face also comes up and
goes...]

CUT TO-

EXT.CLEAR FIELD.DAY.

{Karl stands in an open field with cocaine powder in his nose and
with the same clothes he was in while he snorted the last
batch... He leaps from the ground and flies away to the sky and
lands with a suit in his body and walks forward.}

KARL MARX (V.O.)

This is why cocaine is used for mostly...'confidence'! This makes

me smooth with the ladies.

CUT TO-

INT.OUTSIDE ADDICTS ROOM. DAY.

{A sign of 'KEEP OUT/DON'T DISTURB' is hanging from the handle of

Karls room.}

{{Noises of a woman groaning comes out of room. Pleasurable

noises which is music to a pervert.}}

[The noise stops suddenly and Karl walks out with his boxers...
the room is filled with tissue papers on his floor and his bed,
there is no girl on the bed but a laptop. a blurred screen with a
nude lady.]

KARL MARX (V.O.)

Sometimes... Perhaps most times I don't get lucky. They prefer

other men, the more with the money and luxury.

INT.ADDICTS ROOM. DAY.

KARL MARX (V.O.)

Wait I forgot to tell you about the cutest drug ever... After the
death of my parents I suffered with severe Anxiety, the doctors
prescribed me "a ten year old" with Valium. Now since then
whenever I meet my therapist I still act depressed to get my
hands on some of it. Three pops a day and you'll be the happiest
person on the whole goddamn world.

{During the scene there should be flashes of the Rorschach

pictures which therapists use to their patients. (1-7)}

{{Karl reaches under his bed for a prescribed bottle of pills. He

is seen to be in 10 different situations and in every situation
he pops a pill to his mouth.}}

KARL MARX (V.O.)

Valium is the reason why I tried out other drugs too. Every
second time I wanted it to be stronger and better from the
previous.

CUT TO-

KARL MARX (V.O.)

Time to introduce to you guys the mother of all drugs. Heroin.

The veterans say nothing can be stronger than heroin... It is the
limit of pleasure anyone can take. I am ready to sell my life for
a whiff and scoop.

{{Only hands of Karl is seen. He lights up a candle and puts

something like powder(heroin) on a spoon. With a dropper he puts
some water on the spoon and mixes with a toothpick, he then
brings the spoon to the flame of the candle, the solution then
boils and forms a solvent which he takes in a syringe. He keeps
the syringe aside carefully. He sits on his bed with his sleeves
rolled up and a belt up his forearm, he gives three taps on his
forearm and flexes his wrist, then gives three harder taps and
marks the nerve he is going to inject with a pen..}}

KARL MARX (V.O.)

When you're lost in the world of heroin, all you think of is to

shoot more and shoot more, an endless routine. It would be an
infinite loop and getting out of it would be a sin... If you did,
it is a myth!

{Karl is seem to be lying down on the floor and visuals of

graphic float around his back. His eyes are wide open.}

KARL MARX (V.O.)

 Heroin gives you a sudden drop from being sober to the highest
form of Euphoria. You seriously don't want to miss that.

{A clip of Karl falling of a cliff or a mountain.}

KARL MARX (V.O.)

You slip down and fall you will move for hours.(P A U S E) You
don't have anything in life? Try heroin, you'd not want anything
in life.

{Karl sleeping in a cocoon now jolts awake and stares... He

slowly gets up and walks out the door he looks up the mirror
outside his door, he gets a feeling of puke rising up his
throat... UUAAGHHH !!! }

KARL MARX (V.O.)

Sometimes heroin goes the south of feelings and it'd put you
through a couple of unnecessary shit... & puke!

CUT TO-

EXT.BRIDGE OVER NIGHT LIGHTS.NIGHT

{A stop motion/time lapsed shot of cars moving in a fast paced

direction which is also the way time flies when you are hooked in
drugs... Karl comes on the same bridge and stands on the pillars
of it.}

KARL MARX (V.O.)

I would never want to do anything again after times like these.

You have the money but no life, you have the money but no drugs.
If you had the money, what would you do? I'd do drugs, besides
who the fuck cares about me, I just don't want to slip into a
delusional dystopia. It is funny, because, for me to be
delusional I'll have to be sober. And with concern over god, The
lord punishes those who fucketh with his own life. I'd rather cut
myself open in soft places of my body than be burnt in hell for
eternity. The life we expect can never be attained. What's the
use of me living when there is no certainty over anything? Screw
it...

TIME TO SCORE!!
 CUT TO-

EXT.BEACH.SHORE.BROKEN BRIDGE.DAY. [Music- Mysterious ways U2]

{The beach with the white water hitting the golden sand. Birds
flying across the sky, fishermen taking out their hunt and horses
in a staple.}

{{Karl is seen to be walking on the seashore bridge and there is

another man on the other side of the bridge who is fully clothed
and fully covered but with one arm. A car is parked on one side
of the bridge.}}

{[Karl waves his hand from this end to the man in the other
end... The dealer signals him to come forward.]}

{{{a frozen picture of the dealer comes up...}}}

KARL MARX (V.O.)

Let me tell you how the dealer gets his hand on the dope.

(An image of the world map appears, tracks start from africa to
sri lanka. then from sri lanka to india.)

KARL MARX (V.O.)

Its actually very simple, the drugs which are loose in Africa are
brought to Sri lanka which is still struggling with the post
civil war.

{(An image of tracks from sri lanka to india.)}

{Then from Sri lanka it is smuggled into India. Then a whole

network works inside the country.}

(Tracks inside india start developing from the south to all over
the country.)

Storage,distribution and selling. Piece of cake!

[(the dealer is shown.)]

That guy over there is a small part of a humoungous network. He

is of no significance to the drug bosses. He is the least
important and lowest of all the scum in the drug world.
{{The dealer walks towards the middle of the bridge and shows of
his gun! It is a warning made to Karl that things must be alright
between them or he'll act his way, capping Karl's head with a six
bullet revolver.}}

{[There are two cans on each side of the bridge, one is filled
with cash and the other with little sachets of white material.
The dealer rubs his fingers and points at one can indicating
money to be deposited, there is a sign board saying "100 = 1 hit"
near the can.]}

KARL MARX (V.O.)

I never usually talk to him, but today I see him with one arm. I
gotta ask him about what happened to the other, I mean it's good
manners right? Asking your dealer who ripped his arm out of his
body and all...?

{Karl walks away from the middle but turns and looks at the
dealer staring back at him.}

KARL MARX

Hey!!What happened to your arm?

THE DEALER

None of your fucking business... Now scoot, Bitch.

{Karl is shocked to his reply,}

KARL MARX (V.O.)

That little bastard!

KARL MARX

I'm just trying to be friendly... You can talk to me about it.

THE DEALER

I would rather take your mother out for a candlelit dinner and
give her a nice tip: full of this...

{The dealer clutches his box and turns away walking. Karl now
angry runs to pick a shovel which is on the bridge.}
 KARL MARX

(frustrated)

You fucking prick.

{Karl takes the shovel and swings it aiming for the head of the
dealer, but the dealer ducks and takes out his gun. Karl hits the
gun which flies from the dealers hand to the side of the bridge.
Then he hits the dealer on his head which puts him on the ground.
Then Karl goes all barbaric on the dealer with hitting on his
head with full force until his skull cracks. He moves away from
the body of the dealer, who lies on the ground without a move.}

KARL MARX

Ohh my fucking god !!

KARL MARX (V.O.)

This is me going ape shit, This is me going psycho, with all life
ahead of me and my mother being dead since I could remember, I
seriously don't know why I got barbaric on that bastard. This
totally proves the point that man acts like an animal if he is
sober.

{{He cries around the bridge with his hands covered his mouth and
checks the two ends if there are people around who saw the
incident. He's too scared to let go of the shovel which now has
blood all over it.}}

KARL MARX (V.O.)

ME: An Orphan, loner, pervert, drug addict, depressed is now also

a Murderer.

{The audio of people laughing (like in a sitcom-the annoying fake

laugh) is heard.}

KARL MARX (V.O.)

There is this deep feeling of a mind provoking crisis after you

take a life of some person. A guilt no amount of drugs can talk
you out of . So, dont judge me and please "BLAME THE VICTIM". The
guilt makes you ask questions you've never asked yourself- WHAT
IS LIFE? WHAT IS THE MEANING OF IT? HOW CAN I ESCAPE THIS
DESPAIR? I didn't like these thoughts... It made me wanna commit
suicide.

{[The word "suicide" should be heard only as abstract and not

clear.]}

{He moves too slowly and only his mumbling voice of crying is
heard. He's goes near the body of the dealer who has blood all
over his face and the ground too flowed with blood. Karl puts
aside the shovel and kneels beside his body, he stares at his
face and into his eyes for a while. He puts his hands through the
dealers pockets and takes out his wallet and his car keys, he
also takes out a couple of visiting cards which is put together
in a rubber band.}

{{He dumps everything in his head cap and walks away with it. He
picks up the gun and checks the gun for bullets and there weren't
any... He pulls the trigger even though he knows about the
bullets, away from the face and body with one eye closed he pulls
the trigger... BAM! The gun only throws out flames... He turns
back and looks the dealer with disgust.}}

[He walks to the car and unlocks it, He enters the car..]

KARL MARX (V.O.)

I have no clue how the bastard drove stick with one arm. Blooded
circus freak.

{He checks the glove department for anything the front the back
hoping to find anything and then opens the trunk of the car. He
sees a cardboard which says not fragile with a smiley face on it.
He picks up the box and keeps a cigarette in his mouth and lights
it up with the gun and then throws the gun away.}

CUT TO-

INT.BUS LAST SEAT.DAY.

{He sits on the last seat of the bus with the box on his laps and
simply stares. The box's side facing the camera says "Not
Fragile". }

The scene disappears.

INT.ADDICTS ROOM.DAY
{Karl has his tables cleared and the box placed very decently on
the table. He lies on the bed next to it wearing only his boxers
and some turn over t-shirt. With a million (atleast 30) cigarette
butts around the room, he gets up and gets out of the room... He
walks back in with a cutter and starts cutting the top of the box
which is packed with masking tape. }

Krkk..Krkk..Krkk..Krkk..Krkk.....

[He opens from the pov shot of the box, He sees to his awe... It
is filled with packets of white powder... Large packets just like
potato chips but in this heroin...There are also little packets
of condoms which has brown substances in them... He picks up all
the packs and puts it on the table, then sees a little
cylindrical box, he opens the box and to his awe he sees money of
all sorts of currency rolled in it... He then sees a crampy
envelope, (hoping it would be cash) he opens and out comes a
handful of letters. He reads them one by one and then throws it
on the floor.]

KARL MARX (V.O.)

(clears throat)

Turned out, the dealer was from another country and his family
helped him smuggle the drugs and get rich here. The letters were
from his wife and daughter... Poor guy had a family to take care
of.

CUT TO-

{Karl had laid all the money on his bed with each currency in its
own stack. There were a few stacks.. A few tall and a few
short... He takes a calculator and a notepad with him and starts
calculating... He finishes the calculation and covers his mouth
by his palm surprised by the digits which he just came up with
and then he slowly turns his head to the table full of dope...}

CUT TO-

EXT.STREET PHONE BOOTH.DAY.

{Karl is seen to be talking to someone on the phone with his back

turned to us, we cant even see his jaw moving and only his hands
moving around the air.}
 KARL MARX (V.O.)

The next morning, after the unbelievable happened I consulted

other people... other unknown people, veterans and skippers.

{{Karl is seen to hang up the phone many times, at least 6 times.

He holds the stack of cards which the dealer had on him.}}

Karl sits on his terrace with a stop-motion of clouds moving

around him.

KARL MARX (V.O.)

With all their stupid advices, I decided to take it independent.

I called in my only trusted person, another junkie ZIGGY.

CUT TO-

INT.ADDICTS ROOM. DAY.

{Karl opens the door and sees Ziggy waiting at the door. Ziggy
wears a loose worn out white shirt with head covered and with sun
glasses.}

ZIGGY

You said about a surprise for me,

KARL MARX

Yea c'mon in.

{POV:Karl opens a shoebox. camera placed inside the shoebox.}

ZIGGY

(amazed to the see inside the box)

Holy fucking shit!!

KARL MARX

Don't pass out...

ZIGGY
Where in the fucking world did you get it, there would be a
kilogram of it in there.

KARL MARX

(with his head nodding)

Two, I checked it.

ZIGGY

(Doubting)

Where did you get it?

KARL MARX

Um.. Online.

ZIGGY

(Amused)

Online?? Online where?

KARL MARX

Online from the internet asshole.

ZIGGY

No no no.. which place ?

KARL MARX

(after a long pause and rolling of eyes)

AFGHANISTAN !!

ZIGGY

(eyebrows raised)

Cool! Afghan sells A-grade man.

KARL MARX (V.O.)

 For a second I thought he wouldn't buy it, huh... Dumb bastard.

ZIGGY

C'mon lets shoot it...

{Karl closes the box.}

KARL MARX

NO!! It's around 50 thousand.

ZIGGY

Dude I'm your friend.

KARL MARX

(disgusted or rather only the look)

Fifty grand worth of your friendship? I really don't think so.

ZIGGY

(angry)

Then why did you call me for?

KARL MARX

I have a request and a demand,

ZIGGY

What's that?

KARL MARX

I request you to sell this, and I demand some respect.

ZIGGY

Sell it? Are you crazy? No one can sell a butt load like that.
 KARL MARX

I didn't say all at once, we split portions, at market price.

70% Mine and 30% yours for the take.

ZIGGY

I want 50%.

KARL MARX

(with a "fuck you" look)

I'll give you 35% and you be happy with it.

ZIGGY

DEAL!!

{They shake hands after the deal...}

[They both turn to the sealed packs of drugs.]

KARL MARX

I would have settled for 50%.

ZIGGY

I would have settled for no pay.

CUT TO-

INT.ADDICTS ROOM.DAY. [Music- Wimoweh, Pete Seeger]

{On a different day with different clothes on, Karl and Ziggy
stand still inside the room staring at a white board full of
calculations and measurements. }

slow motion:

{{Karl and Ziggy put on surgical gloves and masks on themselves

as if they're going to conduct an operation on a dying person.
They shake hands/hi-fi each other and get to work.}}

[stop motion:]
[[Karl sits on a chair by the table and Ziggy on the bed with his
body turned to the table... they seem to be cutting open all the
packets of condoms which had the powder in them and taking out
the junk with immense care. A shot of the torn condoms stacked
near the door is shown. They are also seen to be weighing,
storing and packaging them in tiny packets.

The stacks of the tiny packets are shown on the table which are
increasing by the number. ]]

CUT TO-

EXT.TRAIN TRACK. SELLING ARENA.DAY.

{Karl and Ziggy take turns selling the dope under a bridge with a
train moving on the bridge. The hands of Karl and Ziggy are shown
which are swapping the drugs with money over and over again.}

KARL MARX (V.O.)

We weren't the same again, there was an inspiration among us...

We took it to the streets, we had the zeal to make it big in
life, get rich, be happy and die with peace.

We had the godly powers of making a rich man to a beggar and the
beggar to a billionaire, it was all in the DOPE !!

[Karl has a cigarette in his mouth while he sells the dope.]

CUT BACK TO-

EXT.BEACH ROAD.CROWDED NIGHT.

{slow motion}

[{Both Karl and ziggy walk with wide smiles on their faces with
the crowd moving rapidly. They walk with a distance between
them.}]

INT.ADDICTS ROOM. DAY.

{The stacks of the drugs are decreasing and the stack of money is
increasing indicating the selling which is a profit.}

ON THE SAME;
{Karl and Ziggy stare at their calculations and half their
profits and split the money: they both seem to be happy with no
fights.}

{Two long cylindrical cans are shown.. Each with the names
plastered on as Karl and Ziggy. The cans are filled with cash
from the dope selling.}

{They both hug each other happily and fist bumps themselves,
Ziggy then leaves with an envelope full of money...}

{The audio of people cheering is heard.}

INT.ADDICTS ROOM. DAY.

{{Karl wakes up to the thudding sound from his bed. On the table
there is all kinds of crap which only people with money could
buy. Wheat crackers, potato chips, soda are on the floor
scattered. There is also a new toaster on the table with black
bread sticking out of it and a plate which already has half eaten
bread.}}

KARL MARX (V.O.)

After selling the entire dope, I generated a profit of 80,000.

[He wakes up to see himself in mess and sleeping in his bed

otherwise pig sty.]

KARL MARX (V.O.)

I don't know what to do now... The dealer is dead, the only one I
know of, and business is done with.

{He gets out of bed and walk to the door and marks the calendar
with a piece of charcoal for some reason. He sits on his desk
with his head in his hands as if he has a severe headache, then
he stares down on the table to see the last sachet of the white
powder hidden beneath the books.}

KARL MARX (V.O.)

This can be known as crazy luck or can be also called as a silver

lining for an otherwise bleak life.

{Karl sets up the glass table which he uses to shoot in heroin or

cocaine on and starts cooking the powder and takes it up in a
syringe. He pulls up his sleeve and bites the belt around his arm
in his mouth.}

He sees up to the camera and stares at it for a while.

KARL MARX (V.O.)

And then I realized..........

[Music- Tryin' to throw your arms around the world, U2]

frame goes black and titles appear----------'the end'

(("Score,Trip & High"))

the titles should appear and then the credits should go on till
the end.(till the song finishes with)

score,trip & high

 K Siddharth Rajan

"A loner drug addicts life slipping into a delusional dystopia"

EXCERPTS:-
1) The name Karl Marx is only for writing purpose, the name of
the protagonist drug addict is never mentioned.

2) The face of the drug dealer is not to be shown.

3)The whole film is to be perhaps shot in high contrast B&W with

the first scene being an exception shot in color.

4)The Background music should be of despair when the protagonist

does not discusses/explains about drugs.

5) The film is intended to be existential and should be shot in a

Kafkaesque manner, with smoke, mirrors and existential drawings
on the wall of the drug addicts home.

6)The cliff hanging ending is left to the viewer (though

pretentious), the viewer alone should decide whether the
protagonist again falls into drugs or he copes and lets go of it.

7) The story basically asks the viewer virtually whether the life
we live in (or the one the protagonist lives in) and the society
we're all part of could be lived without despair and if drugs are
the only way to escape the despair.

8) Storyboards would explain better the shots if the script

hasn't mentioned panning and zooming.