PRETENTIOUS BEAT POETRY, #1

        FADE IN:

  1     INT. COFFEE HOUSE STAGE - 1950’S NIGHT                       1

        MLS, MONOCHROME, HIGH CONTRAST: It’s just a bar stool and 
        it’s just a 1950's microphone on a stand on a stage, in 
        classic LIMBO lighting.

        MUSIC, UNDER THROUGHOUT: Whoa, Daddy-O, it’s a cool Fifties 
        Beat Jazz groove on bongos and string bass.

        CG, MOMENTARILY SUPER: BEAT POETS

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  2     EXT. DOWNTOWN ALLEY - 1950’S DAY                             2

        COVER SHOT, MONOCHROME, HIGH CONTRAST: Two 1950's greasy- 
        pompadoured, white—T-shirted, leather-jacketed, blue—jeaned 
        PUNKS are beating the hell outta two stereotypical, bearded, 
        black turtle—necked, black—slacked POETS... who are wearing 
        black barets (of course, you betcha).

                                             ESTABLISH, THEN CUT TO:

        PUNK 1 POV, MONOCHROME, HIGH CONTRAST, FEATURING POET 1: 
        Poet 1 whimpers between Punk 1’s jabs.

                              POET 1
                  Hey, man, why do you assault me so?

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        MCU, MONOCHROME, HIGH CONTRAST: Punk 1 punctuates each beat 
        of patter with a punch to Poet 1’s head.

                              PUNK 1
                       (indignant, sarcastic, 
                       ironic and, yes,  violent)
                  Well hey, man, that inverted syntax 
                  crap is Medieval. Like it’s so 
                  pretentious, man. And though I’m 
                  usually a sucker for alliteration,...
                       (turning to Punk 2)
                  Ain’t I a sucker for alliteration, 
                  Butch?

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        TWO-SHOT, MONOCHROME, HIGH CONTRAST: Punk 2 stops throttling 
        Poet 2 for a moment and turns to Punk 1.