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	THE DRIVE TO SUCCEED by Greg Liburd and Peter Alexander Evil Genius Creative Inc. info@evilcreative.com

THE DRIVE TO SUCCEED

Greg Liburd and Peter Alexander

Evil Genius Creative Inc.

info@evilcreative.com


	FADE IN: EXT. STREET - DAY A red-faced male JOGGER attacks a steep hill, arrogantly running right up the middle of a tree-lined street. He reaches the summit, but instead of enjoying the amazing view, he checks his BLACKBERRY PAGER. Clumsily typing while he jogs, he doesn't notice the weathered Mercedes coupe that tails him with that patented German-car menace. INT. MERCEDES - DAY The Jogger is now seen through the Benz's glass. TWO MEN and a FILM SCRIPT are reflected on the inside of the windshield. GREG God damn. That IS him! GREG, the handsome driver, squints hungrily from beneath his trademark black-framed glasses. PETER, the equally handsome passenger, fidgets nervously and pops another three pieces of nicotine gum into his mouth. PETER I'm not going through with this idiotic yet daring idea unless you're absolutely positive.

FADE IN:

EXT. STREET - DAY

A red-faced male JOGGER attacks a steep hill, arrogantly running right up the middle of a tree-lined street.

He reaches the summit, but instead of enjoying the amazing view, he checks his BLACKBERRY PAGER.

Clumsily typing while he jogs, he doesn't notice the weathered Mercedes coupe that tails him with that patented German-car menace.

INT. MERCEDES - DAY

The Jogger is now seen through the Benz's glass. TWO MEN and a FILM SCRIPT are reflected on the inside of the windshield.

GREG
God damn. That IS him!

GREG, the handsome driver, squints hungrily from beneath his trademark black-framed glasses.

PETER, the equally handsome passenger, fidgets nervously and pops another three pieces of nicotine gum into his mouth.

PETER
I'm not going through with this idiotic yet daring idea unless you're absolutely positive.


	GREG I saw him on E! And only a producer would email while jogging. PETER And only a pair of desperate, creepy writers would stalk him. GREG I prefer "ambitious, sexy writers". PETER Can we hurry this up? I'm late for Bikram's and don't you have therapy this afternoon. Greg picks up the script from the dash. GREG This is fate. We are meant to give this to him. PETER Why would a producer take a script from two guys he meets on the street? GREG Gratitude. He starts laughing manically. PETER Greg, why are you laughing.

GREG
I saw him on E! And only a producer would email while jogging.

PETER
And only a pair of desperate, creepy writers would stalk him.

GREG
I prefer "ambitious, sexy writers".

PETER
Can we hurry this up? I'm late for Bikram's and don't you have therapy this afternoon.

Greg picks up the script from the dash.

GREG
This is fate. We are meant to give this to him.

PETER
Why would a producer take a script from two guys he meets on the street?

GREG
Gratitude.

He starts laughing manically.

PETER
Greg, why are you laughing.


	EXT. STREET - DAY The car stops and the Producer slowly continues up the street. Arms wave inside the Benz, as Greg and Peter have a heated discussion INT. MERCEDES - DAY GREG It's a dead end street so he'll be coming back this way in a sec. You understand the plan? PETER He's not going to fall for it. GREG Of course he will. Think of the story. It's life and death. Hollywood loves that sh&t. Don't you trust me? PETER I don't really even like you. Ext. street - Day The Producer runs back down the hill with long, almost uncontrolled strides. The Mercedes pulls out of a driveway and starts bearing down on him from behind. Now, only one silhouette can be seen inside the car.

EXT. STREET - DAY

The car stops and the Producer slowly continues up the street.

Arms wave inside the Benz, as Greg and Peter have a heated discussion

INT. MERCEDES - DAY

GREG
It's a dead end street so he'll be coming back this way in a sec. You understand the plan?

PETER
He's not going to fall for it.

GREG
Of course he will. Think of the story. It's life and death. Hollywood loves that sh&t. Don't you trust me?

PETER
I don't really even like you.

Ext. street - Day

The Producer runs back down the hill with long, almost uncontrolled strides.

The Mercedes pulls out of a driveway and starts bearing down on him from behind. Now, only one silhouette can be seen inside the car.


	Honk! The Producer spins as he hears the Benz's horn. He's directly in the path of the speeding car. He freezes. DASHING OUT FROM BEHIND A NEARBY BUSH, PETER PUSHES HIM TO SAFETY. Peter is left standing in the middle of the road. INT. MERCEDES - DAY Greg's foot hovers over the brake but instead, he floors the accelerator. EXT. MERCEDES - DAY Peter looks up to see the demonic reflection of Greg's glasses. INT. MERCEDES - DAY GREG POV: Peter is in the cross hairs of the three star hood ornament, clasping the script to his chest. EXT. SKY - DAY There is a screech and a meaty thud. The script flies gracefully into the air, pages flapping as if it was a dove. DISSOLVE TO:

Honk!

The Producer spins as he hears the Benz's horn. He's directly in the path of the speeding car. He freezes.

DASHING OUT FROM BEHIND A NEARBY BUSH, PETER PUSHES HIM TO SAFETY.

Peter is left standing in the middle of the road.

INT. MERCEDES - DAY

Greg's foot hovers over the brake but instead, he floors the accelerator.

EXT. MERCEDES - DAY

Peter looks up to see the demonic reflection of Greg's glasses.

INT. MERCEDES - DAY

GREG POV: Peter is in the cross hairs of the three star hood ornament, clasping the script to his chest.

EXT. SKY - DAY

There is a screech and a meaty thud. The script flies gracefully into the air, pages flapping as if it was a dove.

DISSOLVE TO:


	EXT. CEMETERY - DAY A massive, formal FUNERAL is taking place. A safe distance away, in street clothes, Greg watches. The Producer, dressed in a tasteful black power-suit, approaches him. PRODUCER (whispering) This working for ya? GREG It's a bit over the top... Listen, I've been meaning to ask you something about Peter. The Producer shrugs and nods. GREG (CONT'D) Would you even have looked at our script if Peter hadn't saved you? PRODUCER Probably not. Even though the driver was never caught, that was life and death. I love that sh&t. DIRECTOR (O.S.) CUT!

EXT. CEMETERY - DAY

A massive, formal FUNERAL is taking place.

A safe distance away, in street clothes, Greg watches. The Producer, dressed in a tasteful black power-suit, approaches him.

PRODUCER
(whispering)
This working for ya?

GREG
It's a bit over the top...
Listen, I've been meaning to ask you something about Peter.

The Producer shrugs and nods.

GREG (CONT'D)
Would you even have looked at our script if Peter hadn't saved you?

PRODUCER
Probably not. Even though the driver was never caught, that was life and death. I love that sh&t.

DIRECTOR (O.S.)
CUT!


	Greg looks at the funeral, which is now REVEALED AS A FULL-ON MOVIE PRODUCTION. The DIRECTOR IS PETER. He hobbles over, clutching his bandaged torso. The Producer pats him on the back before leaving, Peter winces at the contact. PETER How did it look from up here, should we move the camera? GREG Yeah, let's go talk to the D.O.P. PETER Let me have a smoke first. GREG I thought you quit. PETER My lung transplants came from a non-smoker, so I figure I've got a few extra years. Greg nods and turns towards a studio golf cart and takes out the keys. Peter snatches them and steps in front of him. PETER (CONT'D) I'll drive. FADE TO BLACK:

Greg looks at the funeral, which is now REVEALED AS A FULL-ON MOVIE PRODUCTION.

The DIRECTOR IS PETER. He hobbles over, clutching his bandaged torso. The Producer pats him on the back before leaving, Peter winces at the contact.

PETER
How did it look from up here, should we move the camera?

GREG
Yeah, let's go talk to the D.O.P.

PETER
Let me have a smoke first.

GREG
I thought you quit.

PETER
My lung transplants came from a non-smoker, so I figure I've got a few extra years.

Greg nods and turns towards a studio golf cart and takes out the keys. Peter snatches them and steps in front of him.

PETER (CONT'D)
I'll drive.

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