Yet Another Three Screenplays by Greg Dorchak

By Greg Dorchak

Author and filmmaker Greg Dorchak presents yet another three of his screenplays to be enjoyed as short stories. Each of these stories is just a little weirder than most of his previous ones: A tale of stolen youth, a story of betrayal in the Adirondacks, and a supernatural thriller of revenge that spans generations.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Class Clown Publishing
• Release date: Apr 1, 2025
• ISBN: 9798348484187

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Other books by Greg Dorchak:

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They Ain’t Gonna Get Any Deader

Three More Screenplays By Greg Dorchak

Three Screenplays By Greg Dorchak

Of Pigs and Meteorites

Good Shit To Know About Being A Film Actor

How To Pull A Movie Out Of Your Ass

Who Took My Crayons?!

Where Monsters Go When You Grow Up

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YET ANOTHER

THREE SCREENPLAYS

by Greg Dorchak

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Class of 86

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Austin, Texas

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Yet Another Three Screenplays

by Greg Dorchak

Copyright © 2025 Greg Dorchak

Class Clown Publishing

All rights reserved.

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Inquiries should be addressed to:

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ISBN-13: 979-8-3484-8418-7

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Cover design and art

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Screenplays, by their nature,

are both short stories and novels.

One... on the page,

the other... in the mind.

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For all my ancestors,

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Table of Contents

CLASS OF 86......5

BOILED DOWN......126

JAJU......243

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Yet Another

Three Screenplays

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Some years ago, when I was hitting the portion of my life generally known as Middle Age, I was driving home from a gig one night, complaining about it. I wasn’t happy with the gig, wasn’t happy with my performance in it, and wasn’t too happy about my life choices in general up to that point in time. I wasn’t ready to buy a bright red sports car, nor could I if I had wanted to, but I was pretty grumpy.

I was sitting at the light not too far from my house, just muttering to myself about how everything sucked, when the light turned green. I didn’t notice for a few seconds, I was busy slamming the wheel with my palms, then quickly tried to readjust. When my foot finally hit the gas pedal and I started moving again, I immediately had to jump on the brakes with both feet.

A pickup had run the cross-street red light doing about 80mph – if I had hopped on the gas the second the light changed, I would have been sprayed out all over the next half mile of road.

It took me a few more seconds to shake that off. I thought about it for a day or two, and finally figured out that maybe it wasn’t any sort of sign from the universe, as that stretch of road typically had major accidents on it a few times a month. I did, however, get a pretty decent idea for a story out of it.

This was also right about the time I had started to reconnect with a lot of old friends from college and high school by email and social media. So it didn’t take long to connect my feelings about what the hell did I do with the last twenty or so year of my life, with feeling like I had just woken up from a coma and suddenly I was old and had not reached my life goals.

Writing the story of a kid who actually woke up from a twenty year coma was rather cathartic, and I enjoyed it quite a bit. Reliving the days of High School leading up to graduation, and having that feeling like the world had better watch its ass, was a great feeling, scary shit and all.

Growing Up is a trap to be sure, and it feels like we all trade in our youthful exuberance and spontaneity for the safety and the comfortable rut of a desk job in a cubicle at some point. It would be nice to get that take-on-the-world feeling again, even just for a little bit... so if I didn’t particularly have it at the time, the least I could do was give it to Jack.

Hope you enjoy this off-kilter darkish comedy, and maybe figure out how to get that feeling back for yourself.

CLASS OF 86

FADE IN

INT. HIGH SCHOOL GYMNASIUM - NIGHT

A sea of white and blue MORTARBOARDS flies into the air. CONFETTI flits between them, like giant paper moths.

CONDOMS filled with water rise up fast and high, then come back down, bursting out of view, sending splashes of WATER into the air.

Then the ROAR. Three hundred HIGH SCHOOL SENIORS, hundreds more voices in the stands, CHEERING, CLAPPING, LAUGHING.

The mortarboards return to the hands of the newly-graduated TEENAGERS, who throw them up again. Some scoop up handfuls of confetti and toss it skyward.

JACK DENT - 17, average looking, lovable smartass - pulls another water-filled condom from his robe and throws it.

Pushing his way to Jack is BUCK WHITTLE - 18, good ol’ boy, now sporting a John Deere cap. He flings himself piggy-back onto Jack.

BUCK

This ol’ school can kiss my lily-white ass goodbye. We made it, Bubba!

Jack and Buck hug. Jack produces two water-filled CONDOMS, hands one to Buck, they throw in unison

Splash

against the head of STU LEFFLER - 18, good looking, well built, stand-up guy. Stu looks around, spots Jack and points.

STU

Jackie Dent, you are my God. How did you get those past the door?

JACK

Trade secret, man. Check this out.

Jack reaches down and pulls up two live CHICKENS, flapping and clucking. He throws them up, they flap around just above the heads of the students. Everyone laughs, except for

MR. HUNTER - 30’s, former Marine, no fun whatsoever - standing near the front of the students.

HUNTER

Someone will not get their diploma on Monday.

DAVE MASSEY - 18, powerfully built, athletic, killer smile - turns around and hugs Jack.

DAVE

I wish somebody would tell him to shut his F’in cake hole. Way to go, man.

Behind them, ANGELA WAKEFIELD - 18, pretty, intelligent, laughing eyes - hugs a friend as she WATCHES JACK. Other students hug her and pull at her as

Jack looks to her. They SMILE at each other; Angela takes a step toward him, but they get surrounded by other friends, who pull at them and ruin the moment.

DAVE

Go ask Angela out. Lucky number four.

JACK

I don’t think I could take another rejection, Dave; especially not from her.

Angela starts to walk toward Jack. She gets within an arm’s length and is about to speak when

BUCK

Class of 82, party at my place!

The students around them cheer and PILE on. Angela can’t get close. The four friends turn to leave as Jack’s MOM - 40’s, huge smile, plain and simple - shouts from the bleachers.

MOM

Jackie! Over here honey. Smile boys.

The four pose, Jack holds a rubber DILDO on top of Stu’s head as the camera flashes.

Insert: the photo. Dave, Jack, Stu and Buck - Angela making a funny FACE behind Jack.

EXT. LANGLEY HIGH SCHOOL PARKING LOT - NIGHT

CARS back up bumper to bumper, HONKING and FLASHING headlights. Cheers and shouts can be heard all over the lot.

Angela talks with some friends; MAYA - 18, well built, gorgeous; SUSAN - 17, cheerleader-cute, and MARSHA - 18, short, round and gregarious.

ANGELA

...probably in New York, that’s where my dad lives. But I’d love to go to the one in LA. I’d be right in the middle of it.

MAYA

I am so jealous, Angela. Think of all the hot young Hollywood-types you’ll meet.

ANGELA

I don’t know about that, Maya.

MAYA

What’s to know? It’s over in two minutes, and then you’ve got the part.

MARSHA

Eew. Gross.

SUSAN

A little shortcut never hurt, Angie.

ANGELA

I can wait.

Jack and Buck charge through the parking lot. Jack blasts an AIR HORN and shouts.

JACK

Langley High rules!

A car pulls up near them, MONTY - 17, geeky, big hair with too much hairspray - leans out the window.

MONTY

Watch it, man, you’ll scratch my car.

Jack never breaks stride, he jumps up on the hood and does a victory dance, fists in the air, howling like a wolf.

JACK

No time for losers, Monty - ‘cause we are the champions of the world!

Monty jumps out of the car and runs forward.

MONTY

Knock it off, you’re denting the hood.

BUCK

Quit your bitching, Monty. It’s a Vega; they come with dented hoods.

Susan eyes Angela as she watches the scene.

SUSAN

Oh look, Mr. Right and Doesn’t Know It.

MAYA

Speaking of two minutes or less.

MARSHA

Please tell me you two are finally dating, Angie.

ANGELA

Um... yes?

Angela shrugs and smiles. Jack charges up to them.

JACK

Look... girls! Susan, Marsha; trading baking secrets?

MARSHA

That’s really chauvinist, Jack.

JACK

I guess we now know which one of you can’t cook. What’s up Wakefield? Maya.

BUCK

Hey, party at my place. Ya’ll coming?

SUSAN

Yeah, we might drop by.

Maya watches Jack the whole time. Angela notices.

MAYA

Will there be any cute guys there?

BUCK

You count Dave Massey, there’ll be one.

JACK

Come on, Wakefield, it’ll be fun. Bonfire, swimming pool.

(he winks)

I hear there may be alcohol.

ANGELA

Sure. Maybe. Who doesn’t like burning pools of alcohol?

Jack laughs a goofy, appreciative laugh; he and Angela stare at each other for what seems like forever.

JACK

Uh...

No more words - Buck grabs Jack and hurries him away.

BUCK

What a dipshit. You ain’t changed a lick in ten years.

JACK

Leave me alone; panicking.

Jack and Buck race out into the darkness of the parking lot. Angela watches them. Susan and Marsha give each other a look.

SUSAN

Oh yeah.

MARSHA

You’d have to be legally dead and rotting to not see he likes you.

ANGELA

Jack?

SUSAN

And the flies lay their eggs.

MAYA

Let’s go ladies. I know somewhere tonight there’s a virgin with my name on him.

Maya heads for her car.

EXT. PARKING LOT - NIGHT

Jack approaches his car; Stu is nearby, getting into his truck.

STU

You going right to the party?

JACK

Gotta do a thing at the place first. See you in little bit, Stu.

STU

Little pre-party party? Later.

EXT. LANGLEY HIGH SCHOOL - NIGHT

Jack pulls his car to the front of the school. He gets out and walks in the front door.

INT. COMMONS AREA - FOLLOWING

Jack sees his mom talking to MR. KOSMOS - 40’s short, balding with hairy hands, heavy accent - next to a small trophy case. He starts to walk toward them when

Mr. Hunter taps his shoulder. Jack turns, grinning.

HUNTER

Mr. Dent, I saw that little stunt you pulled. To tell the truth, I kind of expected more from you.

JACK

I was just trying to catch them, Mr. Hunter. They were too strong for me.

HUNTER

A regional champion wrestler can’t handle... a chicken?

Jack tries not to laugh.

JACK

There were two of them, sir.

Hunter frowns and points an accusing finger at Jack.

HUNTER

That’s really funny.

(beat)

Have a good time at the shipyard for the next thirty years.

Jack’s grin turns into a mask of defeat. Hunter smiles to himself. Kosmos walks up and interrupts.

KOSMOS

Congratulations Jackie! Your mother is very proud of you. Creative ceremony; the theater department will miss you.

HUNTER

The school isn’t here to foster creativity, Milos...

KOSMOS

I know, Derron. That’s why we’ll miss Jackie so much.

Stare-down. Hunter flinches first and turns to leave.

HUNTER

See me in my office on Monday if you want your diploma, Mr. Dent.

Kosmos and Jack watch Hunter leave through the front door.

KOSMOS

He is very unhappy person.

JACK

Wish you would have told me that before me and Buck put the other thirty hens in his office.

Kosmos laughs and shakes Jack’s hand. Mom walks over.

KOSMOS

Send him off to college, Madeline. I expect to hear good things from him.

MOM

I will, Milos. Thank you for everything.

Kosmos opens the door for them, then waves as he watches them get in the car and leave.

INT. JACK’S CAR IN COZY DINER PARKING LOT - NIGHT

Mom looks up at the sign for the diner, turns to Jack.

MOM

I thought you were dropping me off and going to Buck’s?

JACK

I couldn’t leave you home alone too quickly. I have some manners.

MOM

Oh, you’re all grown up.

INT. COZY DINER - NIGHT

Mom and Jack sit in a booth finishing their meals. Mom sets an envelope on the table.

MOM

Congratulations, Jackie. I know it isn’t much, but...

JACK

I know. Thanks Mom. Nothing from dad?

Mom gives him a look, Jack just nods. They sit quietly.

MOM

Sure I can’t talk you out of California?

JACK

For what? To get a jump start on my career at McDonald’s?

MOM

I guess I thought you’d be the first in my family to get a degree. I’m sorry I wasn’t more help for you.

JACK

Okay... no pressure there.

(beat)

You’re a great mother.

EXT. JACK’S HOUSE - NIGHT

Jack pulls into the driveway and his mom opens the door.

MOM

You be careful, don’t drink...

Jack rolls his eyes.

JACK

Oh my God.

MOM

Well, don’t drive if you’ve had a beer or two. Oh, and ask her out already - you two are killing me.

Jack smiles.

JACK

Thanks mom. I’ll be careful. And I’ll come home married.

Mom kisses Jack on the cheek and gets out of the car.

MOM

I love you, be home by...

Jack makes another face.

MOM

...Just sleep there. Have a Good time.(beat) The rest of the mail is in the back seat; a letter from your favorite college.

JACK

It’ll wait. Don’t want to ruin my night.

She walks to the house and puts her key in the door as she watches Jack back the car out of the driveway, then PEEL down the street, his arm out the window blasting his AIR HORN.

EXT. PARKING FIELD, BUCK’S FARM - NIGHT

Jack stands by the car’s open back door reading his LETTER. On the envelope the logo of Catawba College is visible. He looks around the parking lot then back down at the letter.

Jack crumples the letter and throws it in the car, slams the door. He leans against the car and stares up at the stars.

EXT. BUCK’S POOL - NIGHT

Jack and his gang stand around the pool holding drinks. The area is nicely decorated with Chinese lanterns and blue and white crepe paper.

A tapped KEG sits by the pool house, and classmates pour drinks. Another keg floats in the pool.

JACK

Man, your parents were cool to put this together. Your mom decorate?

BUCK

Shit. My parents are making the circuit. I decorated, thank you.

STU

Your parents missed your graduation?

BUCK

The potatoes ain’t gonna sell themselves, and they ain’t gonna wait on me.

Stu, Jack and Dave just look at each other.

DAVE

My dad flew in from TDY in Saudi Arabia for this.

JACK

My dad flew too.

(beat)

But he actually flew back to Arizona; though I think that had something to do with mom divorcing him.

Buck shrugs and slugs his beer down.

BUCK

Said they’d hurry back soon as they could. Not like I’m going anywhere.

DAVE

How about you, Jackie, hear back from Catawba yet?

STU

Hell, Jack’s a star; gonna be the next Michael Keaton. You rock, man. That would scare the crap out of me.

JACK

Yeah, well, Keaton is going to have to struggle to be the next Jack Dent.

Jack stops laughing suddenly, and turns toward the pool.

JACK

Holy crap.

His friends LOOK but don’t seem to see what Jack sees.

DAVE

What? What is it? Somebody fall in?

Jack drops his beer, sprints to the poolside and looks down. Dave and Stu rush to either side of Jack and look down; Buck shakes his head slowly and wanders over.

JACK

Oh my god...

He PUSHES Dave and Stu into the pool with one hand each. Buck starts laughing, their CLASSMATES see the commotion, and, of course, start jumping in the pool as well.

JACK

...You guys are so easy.

Buck comes up behind Jack and looks at Dave and Stu swimming.

BUCK

Dumbasses. Gonna miss ‘em.

Jack can’t look Buck in the eye.

JACK

I got a letter from Catawba today.

They just look at the pool. Buck shakes his head.

BUCK

Well, shit. Between you and me, I got accepted. Ain’t told my parents yet. That’s not going to go well.

JACK

Sorry, Buck.

Jack grabs a beer out of a large ice-filled trough.

BUCK

Hell, some guys are farmers. Some get a full scholarship to VMI, like Dave there. You need someone to cover your back? Stu.

He puts a hand on Jack’s shoulder.

BUCK

Want to fight off a boring day? It’s all you, Bubba. We all got our place. Looks like your’s gonna be LA.

Jack frowns; Buck grabs Jack’s beer, pops it.

A young BOY - 10, looks like a small Buck - walks up.

BOY

Daddy’s gonna burn your butt he catches you drinking, Buck.

BUCK

Get up to the house with your sister, Squirt. And Dad ain’t gonna find out.

The boy looks at the kids in the pool.

BUCK

No you may not.

The boy FROWNS and stomps away. Buck laughs.

BUCK

I learned how to hide a bottle from the best. Ma thinks Pop stopped drinking two years ago.

EXT. POOL HOUSE - NIGHT

A soaked Dave briskly pumps the keg. Angela, Susan and Marsha walk into the light.

DAVE

Evening ladies. Interest you in a beer?

ANGELA

Interest? You’ve got my undivided attention, Mr. Massey.

She comes forward and takes a foamy cup from Dave. Susan does likewise. Marsha hesitates.

MARSHA

Do you have any soda?

DAVE/BUCK/ANGELA

Any what?

EXT. POOLSIDE - NIGHT

Angela walks over