Cleaning House: Screenplay Comedy

By Gabby Tary

Tired of the Republican’s bullshit, Zoltan, inspired by his past, decides to get rid of their evil ways with his own brand of vigilante justice. Though Murdock is a rookie FBI Agent in the ranks, she discovers the conspiracy. However, instead of getting a medal, she gets fired from the Bureau. Now she must risk her life to redeem her honor. About the Author: Gabby Tary is a Hungarian refugee. She was born in Budapest and raised in communist Hungary. She immigrated to America after the 1956 Hungarian Revolution. She now resides in Santa Monica, California.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu Publishing Services
• Release date: Nov 6, 2017
• ISBN: 9781483475479

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Copyright © 2017 Gabby Tary.

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ISBN: 978-1-4834-7548-6 (sc)

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Dedication

This work is dedicated to,

ALIYE AJ

CHRIS SIMMONS

KHALIA GREEN

NASAKA MALIMBA

PAMELA A. MILLER

Without whose support this book would not exist.

Thank you!!!

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Foreword

G ROWING UP IN A communist country where voting was prohibited, where spoken words could cost your life, it boggles my mind that in America, in a democracy, voting suppression is tolerated. And one can get arrested for laughing at Jeff Sessions. That was communism.

Introduction

T IRED OF THE REPUBLICAN’S bullshit, Zoltan, inspired by his past, decides to get rid of their evil ways with his own brand of vigilante justice. Though Murdock is a rookie FBI Agent in the ranks, she discovers the conspiracy. However, instead of getting a medal, she gets fired from the Bureau. Now she must risk her life to redeem her honor.

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FADE IN

LOS ANGELES - LAX - SUNNY DAY

The NOISE of planes heard roaring overhead in landings and takeoffs. HORNS blasting. Congested airport traffic. Reggae MUSIC emanates from someone’s car RADIO. We hear a Woman’s Voice singing along with Bob Marley, Buffalo Soldier.

—Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta

There was a Buffalo Soldier—

FBI AGENT ANNA SOLOMON is driving the BLUE JEEP BRONCO, top down, singing at the top of her voice. Anna is in her early seventies. She sports gray Rasta dreads, John Lennon sunglasses, clad in Martin Luther King Jr. sweatshirt, an FBI BADGE hanging around her neck, a tough old bird. She inches her way ahead amidst the vehicles moving.

ANNA continues singing along with the Radio.

—In the heart of America

Stolen from Africa, brought to America

Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival --

The Younger Woman sitting shotgun is FBI AGENT KATHY MURDOCK, mid-twenties. Murdock is Anna’s former partner. Murdock looks much younger than her age, like a high school graduate. The young woman knows this about herself and tries to compensate with an I’ll show you attitude. Murdock’s thick brown hair, disheveled, piled under a red Donald Trump baseball cap, Make America Great Again. Murdock is looking away. Anna’s music choice annoys her.

ANNA stops singing. She glances over at Murdock. Anna has a slight Hungarian accent.

You’re such a fuckin joy kill, one actually forgets how pretty you are.

Murdock likes the compliment, but doesn’t want Anna to know it. She grimaces.

ANNA

Today is Martin Luther King Jr.’s birthday, you should be wearing a MLK baseball hat, instead of that stupid shit.

MURDOCK worked hard to speak the Queen’s English correctly, but still there is a remittance of a Southern accent.

My father says he was a trouble maker.

ANNA rolls her eyes, and sighs.

Oh, yeah, why am I not surprised? For the last time, don’t go, it’s too dangerous.

MURDOCK

I’m an FBI agent, remember?

A thin smile crosses ANNA’S lips.

Yeah, but you’re not a fuckin Ninja.

MURDOCK pulls the strap of the yellow messenger bag across her shoulder. Now she just wants to annoy the old woman.

I don’t need to be a Ninja. I’ll dress in a sexy red lingerie, handcuff his wrists to the bedpost.

ANNA

Yeah, that be my approach too.

MURDOCK

Now you worried about me? I’ll be fine.

ANNA drives up in front of AIR INDIA TERMINAL entrance. She parks in the ten-minute zone and keeps the motor running.

No gun, you don’t speak the language, what could go wrong?

MURDOCK opens the Jeep’s door.

I have no choice.

ANNA lifts the small suitcase from the back.

There is no guarantee you’ll find him. But, even if you do, maybe you’ll have your honor, but you be dead. So it’s a no win, no win situation is what you have here.

MURDOCK opens the jeep’s door.

I respect myself too much to continue my life as a pariah.

ANNA

Oh, you’re so fuckin dramatic. You know what? Go. Get yourself killed. I tried my best to stop you.

MURDOCK grabs her suitcase. As she’s getting out of the Jeep, I hate that song, and thanks for the ride.

ANNA grimaces.

It’s the least I can do for you before you fuckin kill yourself.

MURDOCK opens her lips as if she’ll say something, but then decides against it. She turns to go.

Looking in the rearview mirror, ANNA is talking to