Crossed Wires.

God what a redundant title in my life. Anyway, in a fit of coffee amped writing spree at two in the morning and a whole pack of Luckies in a 24hr cafe in Juarez, Mexico I wrote the next film that I will start production on. Bouncing ideas offa Ricardo who vibrated with me as the cold wind blew with that big white moon hanging in the crystal clear starry sky. I have acquired a neat little camcorder with cool features and have bought the program to edit my film digitally on my computer. The look of the film will be like a film noir set in the middle forties. What follows is the rough draft:

Synopsis. Rough Draft. 1/17/06

Crossed Wires

Large grey concrete sanitarium - The Detective walks in - Surly attendants - Lunatics muddle about - Old man on gurney screams - The detective interviews the short fat and quite demented Dr. Benway. He explains that he must see Carl Peterson a patient in the ward and very, very dangerous.

Cut to Carl Peterson - handsome, mid thirties - Carl murders the night nurse - Steals her uniform and escapes the sanitarium - He steals a car after killing the lot attendant.

The Detective and Dr. Benway are notified and the Detective goes on the hunt.

Carl goes to a gay bar dressed as a transvestite hooker - he follows a john out into his car - kills him - an old fat man leaves a suitcase by a payphone and Carl kills him and takes the suitcase. The suitcase is full of heroin (or cocaine or money.) - Carl wants to sell it.

Hiding in a shabby hotel - He meets a young handsome trick and they have sex - his trick steals the suitcase - Carl follows him into a carnival where the young kid works - We meet the tricks friends who are the sideshow attractions, the freaks - they protect the boy - Carl finds and kills the boy and takes off with the suitcase.

The freaks chase Carl into a cemetery where Carl, after opening the case finds it contains a pair of sawed off legs - in a rage he bolts across the cemetery - he trips and falls into an open grave, breaking his neck.

Back at the carnival, in a trailer, two queens slow dance to a waltz with a pile of money on the bed.

Okay, I admit it can use work, but I think it will make a cool film. I want to film it entirely in Juarez to give it an off kilter foreign look. It will be very, very violent and very raw. I think it will be a great picture. Watcha think, my tender lumplings?