DMC: 1920s style

Kate, if you don't mind, I'd like to kick things off...

(We hear only a heart pounding as the title comes up. We cut to a close-up of Elizabeth, in a stylish 1920s wedding dress. She hears a noise behind her in the pouring rain. She runs to Will and several police officers holding him.)

Elizabeth: Will! What gives?

Will: Search me. You look like a living doll. (she smiles)

Elizabeth: Bad luck seeing the bride before the wedding, though.

Beckett: Hello, I'm Mayor Cutler Beckett and you are both under arrest.

Elizabeth: Under what charges?!

Beckett: Relax, baby. I'm just putting the handcuffs on him before you do. You are both charged with conspiring with notorious mobster Jack Sparrow. I also have a warrant for ex-Commissioner James Norrington, is he here? Looks like you two are over-dressed for the occasion.

Will: No need to feed us any lines! We're getting the bum's rush here!

Beckett: Take them away! (smirks as they are led off) Now...to business...

It is beautiful to see your/willo's and everyone's writing improve, that is, develop from what our writing was previously. 😇 Quite pleased. Wow.. It sounds like we are honing in on something. Yess

Love it willo..."you look like a living doll"
I'll have a go at it in a while. You've inspired me to write

Just I just was just happy just to just see just Beckett just. (? Why does this coffee reflect the nature of KMC - POTC? Was that funny or somehow wounding? 😮 )

(There's a shot of a state prison and the back door opens. A man puts out the garbage)

(Jack pokes his head out of a trash can and looks around to make sure there's no one there. As soon as he jumps out gunshots fire but the car has already pulled up and Jack jumps in before a bullet hits him)

(Jacks dusts his coat off and picks a banana peel from his shoulder)

Gibbs: Not exactly hotsy-totsy!

Jack: Ran into a couple bumps in the way pal. No worries!

Gibbs: Means you got the big cheese than?

Jack: Who do you think I am?! (takes out a cloth and shows them a secret path for smuggling hooch)

Gibbs and the others: Oh!

Gibbs: No dough involved? We haven't gotten a lot of profits as of late.

Jack: Pal! What do you think this map does?

Gibbs: Leads us somewhere! SO where ever this map leads us must have a lot of dough ain't it?

Jack: If we ain't know where the map go why should we go there?

Gibbs: So we've got to find out where the maps leading us.

Jack: And how do we know that if we don't go there first? Don't get bundled up so easy pal.

Gibbs: Where to now?

Jack: Someplace good you nit wit! Just drive!

Well done, Tee! I'm so glad you decided to jump in. Anyone else care to get in on the action? 🙂

I completely forgot about this, by the way... and I am dropping from exhaustion just now, but will go ahead wherever things are left off tomorrow afternoon.

I do think, in the name of pleasing our public, we ought to go overboard on the sparrabeth this time around....

You would really like the book A Confederacy of Dunces by John Toole, a guy from New Orleans, about New Orleans, who commited 🙁 (sorry is it ok to write bc.. I dunno) su*c*de, the author. We read it in 12th grade in English V. I made my post @ New Orleans in the 1st 1920s Thread after this. 🙂 It has the world Police stamped all over it, too. 😄 The author went to the college next to mine, too.

My favorite line is (I don't have the book unpacked..) I read it over and over and couldn't get enough..

"You may be getting Scarlett O'Hara and her pet parakeet (something like this) but you ain' gettin' no fiel' han'." (It is the opposite of Scarlett O'Hara. It's some stupid knobbly hang about or something. It has lots of factory and unemployed scene, description of obesity. New Orleans stories are always 100% funny. Funny this one is a white one. One of a kind..)

It sounds just like us now..

That line was about putting on a show in a restaurant.. This guy always has a puff of smoke about him and a smile and gets yelled at for being black as he cleans the floor. Nice guy.. 😬 the girl was trying to get the parrot to strip her by putting food on her button maybe. And she just looked stupid then.. and sounded so ugly and s***. But the puff of smoke is like opaque I believe..

But it is set in the early 1960s.

http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Confederacy-of-Dunces/John-Kennedy-Toole/e/9780802130204/?itm=1
http://www.amazon.com/Confederacy-Dunces-Evergreen-Book/dp/0802130208/ref=pd_bbs_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1204455840&sr=1-2

Was this a good post or not.. I realized after that this was that new 1920s thing.. 😬 But I knew it was time..

I guess I am having a hard time being new. I am having so many physical problems right now, but I am getting bigger and bigger every day.

This feels like a library club, now..

I like the way you think kate! After all when one says Sparrabeth one thinks DMC non?

girls I love this 1920's style story.If I have any ideas I'lm gonna tell you,but you're doing so well.....🙂

GAH! We're kinda stuck now...we need help. Maybe I'll write something if I get the inspiration later

i'll try to think of something.The first story was so good.I loved it.

CUT TO...Beckett's office.

(Will is let into it. Beckett is mixing himself a martini. An ominous ceiling fan is spinning above them.)

Song on the record player: I wanna be loved by you/and only you/be boop ee doo)

Beckett: (quickly turns the record player off) Ah, Mr. Turner. I'm sure in all your reporting adventures you've managed to make quite a friend of Jack Sparrow.

Will: More acquaintance than friend. What's this all about?

Beckett: Relax, mac. I have a business arrangement for you. (stands up and looks out his window. A giant clock is being lifted onto the top of the building) Jack Sparrow is a dying breed, what with Ness and his Untouchables closing up the world of organized crime. What I need from you, is a certain item in his possession.

Will: You can forget it. I'm not taking the Pearl from him!

Beckett: His car? A few sticks short of a matchbox, aren't you, kid? No, this item is much smaller, one he keeps on his person at all times. His journal.

(Will looks completely dumbfounded)

Beckett: You don't seem to be familiar with it. Jack Sparrow has a journal. I know this to be true, chasing him for as long as I have. (sighs in an erotic way) He's a real shiek, that Sparrow. We've both left our mark on the other.

Will: What mark did he leave on you?

Beckett: Shut your trap! Find his journal, bring it back to me, and I'll release you and Miss Swann.

Will: What's the catch?

Beckett: I think the more appropriate question, Mr. Turner, is do you really want the first page on your own paper to recall all the details of Miss Swann's slow and painful death in the gas chamber?

Let's bring it back!

Great job Willo!

Come on everyone! This thread is too great and young to die! *exits dramatically stage left*

Good job Willo.I love it.

UR awesome willo! Let us bring it back indeed. Bring it on!!

CUT TO....Jack in what is his headquarters but is disguised as a doctor's office. He scribbles in a journal as everyone else is passed out on couches and doctor's beds.

Jack(whispers as he scribbles): The hooch is gone...(he grins)

Pulls out his flask but its empty.

Jack: The hooch is gone...quite ironic. Ah Applesauce!!

gets up and stumbles to the back.

Jack (hums): A kiss is just a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh.
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by.

He grabs a bottle off a shelf but jumps as he hears the window break. Pulls his gun.
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Jack: Hands up pal! I got a gun and I'm not afraid to shoot a hole in your poor excuse for a brain.

Bill: I'm not bumping you off pal. It's just me...

Jack takes out a flashlight and steps towards the shadow near the window.

Jack: Bootlegger Bill....TURNER???

Bill: In the flesh ol' boy.

Jack: You gave me the hibbie jibbies pal! I thought you were done for.

Bill: It ain't that easy to get rid of me mac.

Jack pokes his head out to see if the woke anyone. Everyone is passed out.

Jack(shruggs): That's reassuring....so what brings you to my joint?

Bill: I got's to warn u pal.

Jack: I'm on the lam. What else can go wrong?

Bill: Lots it seems...when you're you.

Jack: Does this have anything to do with my map and things of the kind?

Bill:If by things of a the kind you mean you journal then yes.

Jack pulls a face.

Bill: Nice establishment you gots here though.

Jack: You're offspring helped me get it all back.

Bill: Will? You've seen him? He's an outlaw like us afterall.

Jack(snorts): Says you. He's quite a wet blanket actually.

Bill: Keep an eye out for my boy Jack...I gotta run.

He swings out the window. Jack stares after him and looks at the bottle in his hand with a smile. He knows exactly where and who to go to for help.

Jack(whispers with a smile): The hooch is gone...(yells) Get off your lazy bums. We're rolling the engines boys!

(Will searches Tortuga Joe's first.)

Random Gangster: Jack Sparrow? Last I heard he was sleepin' with the fishes.

CUT TO...another random gangster.

Random Gangster 2: If I know Jack, he's probably off watchin' a news reel and a talkie. Two talkies if he brought his dime.

CUT TO...Ruby and Jill.

Jill: Jack Sparrow?

Ruby: Psh, haven't seen him in over a month.

Jill: When you see him, will you give him this for me? (slaps Will pretty hard)

Will: (looks up at the sky) WHY IS THIS SO HARD?

CUT TO...a car driving out onto a desolate dirt road. We see the Appalachian Mountains in the background.

Will: Are you sure Jack Sparrow is out here?

Driver: This is where the Black Pearl was last seen. Hey, kid. Watch out for the hillbillies. (kicks Will out of the car)

(Will dusts himself off and looks around. It is almost a scene out of Deliverance.)

Will: Jack! Jack Sparrow! It's Will Turner! (takes out notebook and pencil) Should be an interesting story for later: Reporter Explores Appalachia.

(Something catches his eye. It is Gibbs' flask)

Will: Gibbs! So they are here. (opens flask and turns it upside down) And they've been makin' moonshine!

(Suddenly, a hillbilly pops out and scares Will. Will gets caught in a net.)

Kate, pocky, tex, someone...let's keep this alive.

hillbillies--- LOVE IT! 🙂

awesome 🙂

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Willo, I LOVE YOU!! That was awesome! Hehe, making moonshine, hillbillies - priceless!!!!!! *dies laughing*

Love it darling.I wish i had good ideas like you.Keep writing.