DMC: 1920s style

(Will, still tied, is brought to what looks like a rural picnic. Lots of hillbillies are gathered around a long table, topped with corn on the cob and all the other fixin's. He sees Jack sitting in a chair off to himself.)

Will: (starts laughing hysterically) Jack! Not to beat one's gums, but I'm actually glad to see you!

(Jack just looks at him.)

Will: Jack? Did you have too much giggle water? I need your journal! It's to save Elizabeth! Beckett will kill her if I don't!

(Jack gets up and addresses the hillbillies)

Jack: (clears throat) Ahem, fellow sons of the soil. This here varmint is Will Turner, eunuch.

(The hillbillies pick up Will and take him away.)

Will: No! Jack! Don't let them do things to me!

(Jack sits back down.)

CUT TO...an outhouse. Will is dumped inside.

Gibbs: Will? Will Turner, is that you?

Will: Gibbs! Why is Jack being such a palooka?

Gibbs: Because these hicks think Jack is some kind of god to make their cannabis grow. So he has to act like a god until it's time for them to "release" him.

Will: Guess that means bumped off? (sees Gibbs nod) Then we have to get out of here.

😄

(Will and Gibbs and the rest of the men try to push over the out-house. It spills over. We hear grunts from the fall along with some disgusted sounds.)

Gibbs: Ugh! It's everywhere!

Will: Hurry! We have to get to Jack!

CUT TO...Jack and the hillbillies.

(The hillbillies have a nice barbecue pit going and start to push Jack into it.)

Jack: Wait! (Everyone stops) Look over there! (the hillbillies turn. When they look back, Jack has vanished.)

(Jack runs down the dirt trails as fiddles play in the background. He quickly turns into a smokehouse. He picks up a small button that a person would pin onto their coat. It says, "Vote for Beckett." Disgusted, he leaves.)

CUT TO...the Black Pearl.

(Pintel and Ragetti are there trying to hotwire it.)

Will: Pintel! Ragetti! Get the car ready!

Pintel: Uh...okay! (whispers to Ragetti) Listen, don't be a squealer and tell the kid we were tryin' to make off with it, see?

(They pile in.)

Gibbs: Let's beat it, Will!

Will: You flat tire! I'm not going anywhere without Jack!

(In the distance, he sees Jack running. A whole gang of hillbillies with pitchforks are behind him. Jack screams.)

Will: Never mind. Vamoose!

(Jack piles into the car at the last minute.)

Jack: (laughing) Pipe down, pals! You'll always remember this day as the day you ALMOST ate the infamous Jack Sparrow!

(In the car he looks at Will and then back to Pintel and Ragetti.)

Gibbs: (at the wheel) Let's put some distance between them and us and get nice and splifficated.

oh that was FANTASTIC!!!!!! Oh I can't believe I forgot about this--- this is too much fun, we have to continue!!!

Willo, You AMAZE me with your ability to write humor...

You gotta help me continue it, though, Kate. I got an email from Florencia telling me she just got hold of COTBP 20s Style and I reread it and really want to continue this. I need your creativity.

amazing 🙂

Haha.love it.🙂

oh i swear every single damn time i sit down to write a bit here the phone rings... or various other distractions ensue. I am going to write a bit tomorrow and that is final. *phone is ringing* yes hello?

So, this is just random before I post the next scene, but I am using the T and T script of DMC off wordplayer to carry on, and there are a crap load of sparrabethical hints and tidbits scattered in it that were obviously cut from the film... or maybe I'm just twisting them in my little head...

from the prison scene:

will: if i hadn't set Jack free...

elizabeth: don't say that. you were right.

will: i never expected you would share the consequences.

elizabeth: i share the consequences... gladly.

CUT TO.... Liz. She's wearing prison garb and listening, bored, to a Janitor complain about not being able to drink on the job. Suddenly, another janitor comes in with her face down. Liz recognizes her as her maid from her old apartment in film 1.

Maid: Boss says they need you downstairs.

Janitor: Oh applesauce. Another upchuck?

Maid: (shrugs) Smells pretty bad down there...

Janitor exits. Maid yanks out some keys and begins unlocking Liz's door.

Liz: How'd you get in here?

Maid: I got a friend up in homicide. Let's just say a garter and some hooch did the trick.

They rush into a hallway, duck around a corner, and the Maid tosses Liz a slinky black dress. Liz changes in a rush, dropping her prison garb into a bucket of soapy water.

Maid: Come on, back door. (They duck down some stairs) Some of the boys got together at Tortuga Joe's. Shipments have been a bit off since you were taken in, and that Jack Sparrow up and vanished. They said if I got you out, we could re-organize the gang and get some booze back in this sad town.

Liz: I'm all in. There's just one thing I need to do first...

CUT TO...

The Mayor's Office. It's night, but a light is still on. Mayor Beckett, his collar unbuttoned and his suspenders down, is sifting through typed notices on his desk. He opens a file cabinet to find an invoice, and realizes something is missing.

Beckett: Hey, Lizzie. If you're going to steal my files, you'd better know they're in code.

Liz: (stepping out from the hallway) Damn government officials. So let's crack it, big boy, or the newspapers will have something violent to print in the morning.

Beckett: What are you saying, honey?

Liz: (pulls out a Hotchkiss machine gun) I'm saying you're gonna give me the goods and I won't make you shimmy like a dame.

Beckett: Ah. Code explanation is in my desk drawer.

Liz: (rifles through, seizes a few files) Not the cleverest place for them.

Beckett: But those files are for legislation halfway to congress by now. It'll give me the authority to arrest anyone even suspected of slipping hooch on the side. You want me to stop it, you got to get Sparrow's journal. Which, considering what I've heard about you two, shouldn't be hard. A little persuasion...

Liz: Hey, what's between me and Sparrow stays between me and Sparrow. I'll remind you I was about to get married.

Beckett: Ha ha, don't remind me. Thank goodness for divorce courts.

Liz: Listen flyboy, you've been a pain in my patoutie since you showed up in this town. You'll be lucky if I leave you with your suspenders. (does a karate move on him, flipping him over and knocking him to the floor). Just you think about stalling that bill...

Runs out the door.

Great.I love it.Go on with writing please.

(Elizabeth runs back outside. She sees from a distance her maid is taken prisoner, the men from Tortuga Joe's gunned down execution-style by Mercer. She gasps and runs out of sight.)

CUT TO...a misty river.

(Jack, Will, Gibbs, Pintel, and Ragetti are in a small rowboat.)

Will: Why are we traveling here? We should be on our way back to Mayor Beckett by now.

Gibbs: Hold your horses, kiddo. Jack says we need to travel up-river, so we shall.

Will: But why? And why does he look so nervous?

Gibbs: He's got Davy Jones after him. (There is an ominous silence.) If anyone can help him out of this, she can.

(They stop at a small shack. Everyone looks a little nervous.)

Jack: Relax. Tina Damala isn't one to beat one's gums. We go way back and let me tell you, it was the berries. (whispers to Gibbs) Use the kid as a shield if things go sour.

(Inside, an exotic looking woman is looking through a crystal ball. She looks up.)

Tina: Jack!

Jack: Tina! (looks freaked out by the strange thingamajigs in her shack)

Tina: It's been too... (sees Will) Well, well, well, William Turner. I sense a significant fate in you.

Will: You know who I am?

Tina: Not as well as I'd like...

Jack: Hey, hey! No getting to know anyone here. (somewhat flirting with her) Besides, I'm the one that knows you.

Tina: Again, not as well as I'd have liked. You need help? (the men look in the back room. A glimpse of a body can be seen, but we cannot see who it is.)

Will: Yes. Uh... (just repeating what Gibbs told him) Davy the Squid is after Jack.

Tia: (freezes, then looks at Jack) The journal. The journal I gave you. Why can't it help you out?

Jack: Well, see, the thing is...

Tia: (starts laughing at him) Well it's finally happened. The heart and mind often conflict, Jack. (sits) Now, you want to know about the Squid? Oh, he was a great man, rich businessman, gave all his money to hospitals and orphanages. Talented, smart, handsome...and then something vexxed him.

Will: What vexxed him?

Pintel: Flivvers

Gibbs: Gold diggers.

Ragetti: Orchids.

Jack: (rolls his eyes at them) Dames, morons.

Tia: It was a dame. He fell in love with a woman who was spirited, tempered, and unable to be tamed.

Will: (growing impatient) What does this have to do with anything?

Tia: Well, she broke his heart. He became a violent mobster and smuggler, making people offers they couldn't refuse. He took a chest and buried in it his love song.

Gibbs: His love song?

Tia: Yes. A song he wrote for his beloved that no one ever got to hear. It was no longer worth feeling any love. He locked it away, the power of the song can still move him to tears, influence his decisions.

Will: (looks at Jack) Something tells me you have a plan.

Jack: Maybe I do and maybe I don't.

Tia: He keeps the key to it on his person at all times. Whoever has the song can persuade Davy Jones to do just about anything.

Jack: All right then! Let's vamoose!

Tia: Stop! He has threatened you! Since your journal is no longer "working" for you, I will tell you how to find the Flying Dutchman.

Will: The what?

Tia: His submarine, the greatest one since the Nautilus.

Will: Anyone who'd captain a ship with that name just sounds like a pushover...

HAHAHAHA Significant fate... the submarine... love it!!! 🙂

Well you get to continue, my dear, unless someone beats you to it. I'm jealous. You get to introduce us to Davy Jones and poor Will gets stuck with him.

Will: (sighing) Jack Sparrow sent me to settle his debt. (to himself) Man, that was the stupidest thing ever.

Willo if you want you should go for it. I'm in the middle of something and won't be able to post until later... so by all means, take it if ya want!!

GAH!!!!

*jumps to feet and applauds*

That was simply amazing, girls!! BRAVA!!! 😄😄😄😄

Ooh, okay, if no one wants it...

(The Black Pearl drives up to the pier. Out in the distance is a sinking ship.)

Will: That's the Flying Dutchman? Looks more like a balled up truck.

Jack: I could say the same about you. (Will gets out of the car) We'll be right here to back you up. Got a plan?

Will: I figure I'll shoot first and ask questions later (pats a gun under his coat). Then I'll write a story that will dismiss them as the guys who nabbed the Lindbergh Baby.

Jack: Ooh, I like it. All right, and remember, if you run into any trouble, just say, "Jack Sparrow sent me to settle his debt."

(Will jumps into the water and swims over to the ship. The Black Pearl drives to a safer distance.)

Will: (hops on board, sees a panicked guy) Well, hey there! Being on a ship isn't really the cat's pajamas right now, is it?

(Suddenly, a submarine surfaces next to the ship. Mobsters pop out and start rounding up everyone on deck, including Will. We hear footsteps.)

Davy: (has long beard and smokes a pipe. He has a hook for a hand. He bends down and addresses one of the crewman.) Do you fear death, that bleak, frightening abyss? (blows smoke in his face) Don't take any wooden nickels, bub. Just agree to serve me.

Crewman: O-o-okay.

Crewman: You dumb Dora!

Davy: So you won't serve, huh?

Crewman: I'd rather get hit by a jitney.

Davy: Sorry, not one around. (cuts the guy's throat with his hook and turns to Will) You're not dead or dying. What's your story?

Will: Uh...Jack Sparrow sent me to settle his debt.

Davy: Oh he did, did he?

CUT TO...the Black Pearl.

(Jack is watching through binoculars.)

Jack: Looks like it's going well.

Davy: Well hello, Jack!

(Jack screams. Gibbs is held in place by two thugs.)

Davy: You have a debt to pay! I gave you a whole neighborhood to run for 13 years.

Jack: Well, I didn't have it for that long...

Davy: Not my fault. Now, get that squirrely Mrs. Grundy off my sub and come serve your time with me.

Jack: If you think that kid's squirrely, you really don't know Will Turner at all, do you? Brave, talented, terrific soprano. Did I happen to mention he's about to go the middle aisle?

(Davy freezes. Jack smirks.)

Jack: I'm thinkin' maybe keeping the two of them apart would be far better than letting them go through with it, huh? Now, wouldn't you rather have more able bodies than just me?

Davy: (clams up) Fine. 100.

Jack: 100 people? Ok...hand me back the kid and I'll get right on it.

Davy: I keep the kid. After all, I might have him sing me a little tune. (laughs) You bring me 100 people in 3 days, and I MIGHT consider us square.

Jack: Want to shake on it? I mean, with your actual hand?

(Davy spits on him and disappears. We are left wondering if he is supernatural or not.)

Gibbs: You all right?

Jack: I have this sullied and unusual feeling.

Gibbs: Not to mention grabbing 100 people. Tortuga Joe's?

Jack: (grins) Tortuga Joe's.

Ah, a great bar scene coming up, Liz in the action, James drunk and violent. What's not to love about DMC?

Darling I absolutely love it.willo and Kate you do such a good work.Can't wait for you to continue it.

Tortuga Joe's, a bootleg selling nightclub in Chicago, is in full swing. A few Jazz singers are wailing in the background, everyone is living it up. Jack and Gibbs are sitting in wide-shouldered zoots near the back, both smoking and looking intimidating.

Gibbs: You wanna work for this gang, you gotta prove yourself.

Applicant 1: Ever since I was sprung from jail, all I wanted was to subvert the government, preferably while drunk...

Gibbs: Well, we've got that in common. Name and social on the line. (shooing him along) Next?

Applicant 2: The end is coming, this party ain't gonna last forever. It's pure economics. One day this nation will come up short and I intend to have a fair stash set aside before that time.

Gibbs: (scoffs) This party ain't gonna last? Kid, this is America.

Applicant 2: That's what they tell me on Wall Street. So that's a no?

Gibbs: A hearty yes. We could do with some apocalyptic fun. Next?

Applicant 3: My wife Roxie killed some sheik and dumbed off with my dough. If you don't give me this job, I'm gonna go spend some quality time with Lake Michigan.

Gibbs: A persuasive set of tonsils, kid. You're in.

Jack: This place used to seem classier...

Gibbs: No... you just used to be drunker.

Jack: (finishing his drink) Ain't that the truth. We gonna make it?

Gibbs: I think it's hell in a handbasket for us. (back to business) Yes?

Applicant 4: Why do I find I have the urge to call the boys downtown for a quick tape?

Gibbs: (looks worried) Damned if I know...

Applicant 4: Oh yeah... cause you're the boys that tore this town upside down and flushed me out of a job. Made me look real bad in the papers. You know what I'm saying?

Gibbs: It's a toss up... Commissioner?

Norrington: Ha ha, you're killing me. Do I look like a commissioner? (exhibits drunken swagger, wrinkled attire and a bottle)

Gibbs: Again, it's a toss up.

(Jack sees Norrington and slides out of the table, joining some flappers in the Charleston)

Norrington: So what's your next gig? Smuggler runs to Canada? (yanks out pistol) I oughta save those poor border guards the trouble... (points pistol at Jack)

Jack: (pulling a girl in front of him) Why don't you come along and find out, huh pal?

(Jack does a Charleston move that knocks Norrington off his feet. His gun goes off, and the club erupts into violence. Glasses shatter, flaming drinks are consumed, and suddenly, at the door, we spot Liz. She immediately throws herself into the action...)

Love it.Write more.