one day,just it was about 12 o'clock ,a police officer was sitting at his desk looking at a small piece of paper,he seemed to be really puzzled,you wanna know why ? ,let me tell you ... because the paper only had the letters "mr" on it ,it was the words written by an old man in the famous street "lost" , it was actually called that last night only,let me tell you what happened,just about the same time at night ,an old man was in front of his t.v drinking his cup of coffee"as he actually used to" ,and he suddenly heard someone screaming outside ,but that didn't seem to bother him,as it was his favorite television program ,but after the program was finished,he looked out of his window to check out what had happened,but he actually didn't see anybody out there! ,"then,what was that screaming for?"wondered the old man,but it was actually mysterious because when he looked around,he found no people,and when he looked a little bit close,he found no buildings,and after he had put on his glasses ,he found out there was no street out there :) ,his building was completely lonely ,and he then heard a knock on the door,the old man took his knife and stayed cautious but didn't open the door,that wasn't useful anyway,because someone entered and then ,both the man and the building were no longer there,either . and just right before that happened,the man left a paper out of the building with the two letters "mr" ,i wish it wasn't a story i have to finish,just to keep you surprised :p ,but then the police officer who was actually called "raphael" ,that man went to the place where the street was,and he didn't know what to do as the street was no longer there
Ray helps himself and Vans escape from Los Angeles Central Jail. Ray, Vans, and two other friends of his own team up in Vegas to pull off one of the biggest crimes in world history. The aim behind the biggest crime involves robbing the biggest banks in USA, Australia, Hong Kong, and India. Find out how, what, and who are involved throughout.
It is a treat for those who are interested in reading exciting stories and thriller/mystery/crime stories.
*No corporate/organization was meant to be targeted, as this story is purely fictional. Real life events in relation to this is purely coincidence.
A traumatized discharged detective taking the law into his own hands by kidnapping the suspect of a barbaric homicide of a family of three...the real question is whether or not the suspect is actually a suspect or a victim to the detective's paranoia.
So so sorry for the Italian language in the beginning, English speakers. Initially, the whole thing supposed to be Italian, but me, being an American, thought that translating the ENTIRE thing was much too much work. But the scene descriptions and later dialogue are in English. This is a story about an Italian mobster who rises to power after the killing of his father, who was originally the Don of the Marcio Crime Family. I'm honestly very disappointed in this. This is my first script published on here but I really don't have the motivation to fix the errors so here it is. (NOT COMPLETE, NON COMPLETO)
don’t be fooled by the cars and the clothes, it’s not a definition of our character.
speed, 180kms per hour and we are cheering and yelling out “c’mon, i can see your hoo haa from here boi” we park the bmw m4 side by side, black on black with 18 inch rims, yeah that’s what we call our fuck around car. we step out, my clean white boutons hit the concrete with dark blue denim crisp white tee and of course the pressed clean cut armani blazer accompanied by a studded rolex on my left arm. jake steps out in the givenchy elbow patched blazer and black pressed tee, marty of course ralph lauren pastel pink shorts and armani white tee. marty's not much for the fancy things in life, his humble to the core where as jake and i are known to be the dickheads with no care for the weak minded yet people love us because they have yet to find a legitimate reason to hate us. we stick to our business and don’t really care about whats going on in someones life given that there are starving children in the world anyone in a position slightly better than them don’t deserve our sympathy we feel, whereas marty being the great human being he is will care and will help anyone who’s in need.
big johns is where we’re eating, big pastas, big burgers and big drinks. our other colleagues join us, i bet you can already picture their fake smiles and look of envy, of course we get the cheque everytime, we do it because we feel that it’s wrong to let the less fortunate feed us, marty pulls out his wallet simply coz his a nice guy. we all have a good laugh during lunch and after we finish eating we step outside for a smoke, just standing there talking more shit and making people laugh, there are a few boys out with us and a few girls, we finish our cigarettes and start heading off to our cars and we can sense that these fuckers…
So I probably need to explain this. I'm just uploading this because it will never see the light of day otherwise, so I take an acting class and every year we perform monologues. I can never find one I like so this time I wrote my own and performed it. Now because of this, there is really no background or story, so it will likely leave you puzzled and there's not much I can do about that. The other thing to keep in mind is that I wrote this in seven minutes so don't expect Hamlet or anything. ENJOY!