The Desi Taxi Driver [ A Screenplay In Progress]

Fight_Tibet · March 8th, 2007, 06:38 AM

Feedbacks and conversation about the script is welcome. But please do not turn this into a chat thread.
And dear Mods, Can you please not move this anywhere cos no one hardly ever visits any other section. I would like to get as many feedbacks as possible. Please.
Okay here we go with the first chapter:

An old Bollywood music plays on low mixed with drunk people yelling on a city street.

1. EXT. STREETS/ INT. OMAR’S CAB. NIGHT.

We follow Omar’s cab driving around the streets on what obviously looks like a weekend night. People on the sidewalks yelling and making animal noises. A girl puking in an alley. Neons blinking. Hookers with purses hanging from their wrists. Junkies passed out on doorways. Drunk college kids taking pictures. A montage of shots of the city of San Francisco.

2. We see Omar’s face in the rearview mirror before we close in on him. He is dialing a number on his cell phone.

3. INT. A COLLEGE FRATHOUSE. NIGHT.
We cut to a college party scene. A room packed with college boys and girls grinding against each other. After panning through a made-up bar, girls with cleavages hanging all over the place, a DJ on the turntables wearing a fitted Celtics hat, drunk kids passed out on a couch, we focus in on Rehman. He’s grinding against a white girl who is obviously drunk out of her mind. Rehman’s phone rings.

REHMAN
Shit, it’s my dad. I’m gonna go outside for a minute.

DRUNK WHITE GIRL
I aint goin nowhere, babe.

4. EXT. COLLEGE CAMPUS. NIGHT.
In the following conversation we cut back and forth between Omar and Rehman.

REHMAN
Hello, Papa. What’s up?

OMAR
Beta, I was calling to make sure you’re coming home for Thanksgiving.

REHMAN
Yes Papa, I am. Although I know we don’t do anything that one is supposed to
do on Thanksgiving. But yes, I’ll be there the day before, on Wednesday.

OMAR
That’s good, beta. Your Ammi would be very happy. What are you doing right
now?

REHMAN
I’m studying, Papa. Lots of schoolwork.

OMAR
Oh, I’ll let you study then. See you Wednesday.

REHMAN
Bye, Papa.

5. We cut back to Omar’s cab. A white couple hails his cab.

OMAR
Where to Sir?

WHITE MALE
Market and 6th, my friend…from Pakistan if I’m right?

OMAR
No Sir, India.

6. We see Omar in the rearview mirror once again. And then zoom out seeing the cab drive off in the city night.

(TO BE CONTINUED)

**BadFingerBoogie** · March 8th, 2007, 08:33 AM

*move to useless junk please*

**BadFingerBoogie** · March 8th, 2007, 08:44 AM

rehman seems like a fucking tool.

why would he explain to some drunk bimbo that he's going to answer his dad's call.

he should really be like, "hold up slut, i'll b-r-b, keep that pussy fresh yo."

March 8th, 2007, 06:38 AM	#1
Fight_Tibet Banned Join Date: Jan 27 2007 Location: Oak_Town Posts: 9,999 Reputation: 10 --> Rep Power: 0 Casino cash: $1000	The Desi Taxi Driver [ A Screenplay In Progress] Feedbacks and conversation about the script is welcome. But please do not turn this into a chat thread. And dear Mods, Can you please not move this anywhere cos no one hardly ever visits any other section. I would like to get as many feedbacks as possible. Please. Okay here we go with the first chapter: An old Bollywood music plays on low mixed with drunk people yelling on a city street. 1. EXT. STREETS/ INT. OMAR’S CAB. NIGHT. We follow Omar’s cab driving around the streets on what obviously looks like a weekend night. People on the sidewalks yelling and making animal noises. A girl puking in an alley. Neons blinking. Hookers with purses hanging from their wrists. Junkies passed out on doorways. Drunk college kids taking pictures. A montage of shots of the city of San Francisco. 2. We see Omar’s face in the rearview mirror before we close in on him. He is dialing a number on his cell phone. 3. INT. A COLLEGE FRATHOUSE. NIGHT. We cut to a college party scene. A room packed with college boys and girls grinding against each other. After panning through a made-up bar, girls with cleavages hanging all over the place, a DJ on the turntables wearing a fitted Celtics hat, drunk kids passed out on a couch, we focus in on Rehman. He’s grinding against a white girl who is obviously drunk out of her mind. Rehman’s phone rings. REHMAN Shit, it’s my dad. I’m gonna go outside for a minute. DRUNK WHITE GIRL I aint goin nowhere, babe. 4. EXT. COLLEGE CAMPUS. NIGHT. In the following conversation we cut back and forth between Omar and Rehman. REHMAN Hello, Papa. What’s up? OMAR Beta, I was calling to make sure you’re coming home for Thanksgiving. REHMAN Yes Papa, I am. Although I know we don’t do anything that one is supposed to do on Thanksgiving. But yes, I’ll be there the day before, on Wednesday. OMAR That’s good, beta. Your Ammi would be very happy. What are you doing right now? REHMAN I’m studying, Papa. Lots of schoolwork. OMAR Oh, I’ll let you study then. See you Wednesday. REHMAN Bye, Papa. 5. We cut back to Omar’s cab. A white couple hails his cab. OMAR Where to Sir? WHITE MALE Market and 6th, my friend…from Pakistan if I’m right? OMAR No Sir, India. 6. We see Omar in the rearview mirror once again. And then zoom out seeing the cab drive off in the city night. (TO BE CONTINUED)

March 8th, 2007, 08:33 AM	#2
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March 8th, 2007, 08:44 AM	#3
BadFingerBoogie VIP Member Tournaments Won: 7 Join Date: Nov 3 2006 Posts: 41,159 Reputation: 2147483647 --> Rep Power: 214748540 Casino cash: $951	rehman seems like a fucking tool. why would he explain to some drunk bimbo that he's going to answer his dad's call. he should really be like, "hold up slut, i'll b-r-b, keep that pussy fresh yo." __________________

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