Trueblood & Cochise (TV pilot script)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic

Native American law school buddies become embroiled in the investigation of a drug deal gone bad, and solve the case with pluck and humor.

FADE IN:

EXT. LACROSSE FIELD - HARVARD UNIVERSITY - MORNING

A lacrosse goal net, and viewed from its perspective, two little dots -- lacrosse players, shouting and weaving back and forth with headgear and webbed rackets, wearing Harvard sweatshirts.

CLOSER SHOT TED TRUEBLOOD, Cherokee, mid-20s, and BUCK COCHISE, mixed blood Apache-Sioux, same, Harvard law students and best friends, are tossing the lacrosse ball back and forth in the crisp June air, making progress toward the net. Trueblood is short, wiry, determined, although there is perpetually an air of a kind of innocence about him. Cochise -- father, Apache; mother, Sioux -- is heavyset, steady, contemplative.

Cochise is struggling to keep up with his swifter, more agile friend, who breaks free with the ball, lets out with a WAR CRY and speeds toward the net. He tosses the ball in, extends both hands in a show of triumph. Cochise, breathing heavily, catches up.

TRUEBLOOD Victory is sweet, Buck. Don't let it go to your head.

They collect gear.

COCHISE You're in a pushy mood.

TRUEBLOOD You know, you're right. And I wonder why. I think I recall an agreement.

COCHISE An agreement?

TRUEBLOOD Something about going into practice together, counselor. You know, buddy buddies, taking on the white oppressor.

He starts toward clubhouse.

COCHISE Ted?

TRUEBLOOD No explanation required. Susan told me all about it.

They halt.

TRUEBLOOD You applied to a New York law firm behind my back. An act of betrayal. You know it's not good to betray a Cherokee.

COCHISE Oh please. I tested the waters. Big deal.

TRUEBLOOD An agreement is an agreement -- pal.

COCHISE Oh, so now you're going to sulk.

TRUEBLOOD I'm going to sulk. It's a good thing I'm sensitive and am going to take this very personally.

Trueblood starts for clubhouse.

COCHISE Hey.

He catches up.

COCHISE Come on, who's your best friend? (off a skeptical look) Who has been with you through thick and thin, even to the point of putting up with your dirty socks and laundry?

TRUEBLOOD You're playing upon my sympathies.

COCHISE Look, I was just testing the waters. Simple curiosity. You know I wouldn't betray you. . .Come on now, who's your pal?

Trueblood throws him a skeptical look.

COCHISE Ted?

Cochise extends his hand. Several beats. Trueblood faux smiles, reaches out, but just as quickly retracts his thumb -- sucker!

TRUEBLOOD Pal.

And starts for the clubhouse.

CUT TO:

EXT. BROOKLANE APARTMENT COMPLEX - BOSTON - 11:45 AM

The building superintendent, a short, dark, balding man in his 60s named ANGELO CAPUTO, waddles along the walk, baggy slacks and all, toward the front entrance. A gray-haired woman, MRS. KINGSTON, emerges through the main doors, with a little dog on a leash. Acknowledges him.

MRS. KINGSTON How are you, Mr. Caputo?

CAPUTO Menzamenz, Mrs. Kingston. Thanks for asking.

MRS. KINGSTON And how about your sister, is she going to be okay?

CAPUTO So they tell me.

MRS. KINGSTON I'm so glad she could afford the operation. I was worried for you.

CAPUTO Worry is a bad thing, Mrs. Kingston. Ages the holy hell out of you.

MRS. KINGSTON Life is precarious. I'll pray for a full recovery.

CAPUTO You do that.

He goes inside.

EXT. PARKING LOT Trueblood's beat-up Chevy swings off the road into the lot. He gets out.

INT. SECOND FLOOR HALLWAY

Trueblood stops in front of the door to his apartment, roots in his pocket for his key. Uh-oh, no key. He's locked himself out. He turns, starts down the corridor.

INT. DOWNSTAIRS HALLWAY

Caputo comes down the hall, stops in front of his apartment, which displays a nameplate: A. CAPUTO - SUPERINTENDENT. He goes to insert his key in the lock, but immediately realizes something's wrong. The door is open.

INT. SUPER'S APARTMENT

Caputo enters. The place is a mess. It's been tossed.

EXT. HALLWAY

Trueblood comes down the corridor toward the Super's apartment. He notices the door is ajar, hears voices coming from within. He presses himself to one side, listens.

INT. SUPER'S APARTMENT

Two hoods, ALLIE BOY and NICKY, step out of the shadows.

ALLIE BOY Hello, Caputo. Where is it?

CAPUTO Where is what?

ALLIE BOY The money you owe Mr. Andreas. Don't keep him waiting.

CAPUTO I told Andreas, I gave him everything.

ALLIE BOY He says you shorted him. Cough.

CAPUTO What they gave me, I gave him. I don't want any more involvement in this.

ALLIE BOY Last chance, Caputo. You owe him ten large.

CAPUTO They shorted me ten. What was I gonna do? I only took the job because my sister needed an operation.

NICKY Ice him.

CAPUTO Hey, wait a minute.

Caputo looks around, tries to make a dash for the door. The nose of a SILENCER CHUG-CHUGS! And he sprawls dead to the floor, his head and arms stretched out into the hallway. The hoods drag the body back inside.

An alarmed Trueblood quickly starts down the hall back the way he came. The hoods exit the apartment.

Trueblood ducks into the shadows as the hoods pass, then whips out his cell phone.

TRUEBLOOD Uh, get the police. 

END OF EXCERPT -- FOR FULL SCRIPT, SEE "COLLECTED SCREENPLAYS"

ON AMAZON. COM or MOOSELIGHT SERENADE.  LIBRARY OF CONGRESS

COPYRIGHTED SCREENPLAY -- RVMICCI@YAHOO.COM


Submitted: December 24, 2020

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