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!
The story is about a young, good looking African woman who scams old man for money in Europe. One day she has a fling with a young writer. Unfortunately for her, the writer is very streetwise and discovers the real truth behind her. That moment he starts to write a lettre to her threatening he will expose everything... The writer also has a dark, sadistic personality which makes it even more of a curious story. What are his intentions and how far will he drive his will to get it? To make it a bit more specific, the story happens to coincide in Belgium and the book will start with the lettre which is written as an email message. Good luck reading!
Ottis Toole, born at the bottom of the gene pool, retarded and illiterate, had been out of control since early childhood. A severely drug-dependent individual as well as an arsonist, murderer, rapist, and cannibal, he was unsafe under any conditions outside of a secure prison, and perhaps unsafe there. To him, life itself was so unmeaning, and the distinction between living and dead people so blurred, that killing another human being was no more than swatting an annoying fly.