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“Tag - You’re It”

 

Skateboard star that never was chases his past with a video camera that films the future. 

 

TAG – YOU’RE IT is a COMEDIC HORROR-THRILLER that takes you on a left turn filled adventure using Los Angeles as the backdrop for a video camera that films the future. TAG, a Midwestern skateboard star that never was remains haunted by a childhood failure. His level-headed girlfriend ZOE is tired of competing for his attention with BECKER – Tag’s bad-choice buddy and acting partner. COLLETTE is hysterical in crisis, DONALD always remains calm and RICO is everyone’s favorite scapegoat. As the story progresses, cast members scheme to use the magic camera for their own selfish purposes. Sprinkle in some bad guys, a sting operation and sage advice from an aging British pop star and you’re off on a greed-fueled frenzied ride that literally screeches to a halt when Zoe nearly careens off the broken track of a rickety old roller coaster. In a town where boob jobs can be considered emergency surgery and friends steal from friends, it’s refreshing to see that love and goodness can still prevail. 

 

opening scene
PSSSSSSH -

 

ECU ON CAPPUCCINO MACHINE STEAM PIPE -

 

INT. SPANISH STYLE MANSION — MORNING

 

PULLBACK TO REVEAL - FRED, 28, Imposing guy in a Versace track suit. He stands next to the cappuccino machine.

 

IN THE BACKGROUND - DEKE STRANGE, aging, heavily tattooed British rock-star, shuffles out of the bedroom wearing a fluffy white robe and comfy slippers.

    

      FRED
Damn man, you look like shit.

 

     DEKE
Wicked night. (rubbing his temples) Still a bit knackered.

 

He extends his hand like an addict needing a fix.

 

     FRED
Comin’ up.

 

Fred quickly positions a cup and turns the steam valve. The machine begins to COUGH and SPURT.

 

    FRED (cont’d)
Oh no you don’t.

 

INSERT STEAM PIPE - dripping and spitting, then – blasting hot milk into the cup.

 

     FRED (cont’d)
(jumps back) Ah!

 

Deke’s white robe is now splattered with coffee and foam.

 

     FRED (con’t)
Shit! Sorry man.

 

Ignoring the stain, Deke goes straight for the java.

 

     DEKE (slurping)
No worries mate.

 

PHONE RINGS -

 

Deke picks up.

 

     DEKE (con’t)
(into phone) Hello.

 

     FEMALE VOICE (V.O.)
(chipper) Good morning!

 

     DEKE
(into phone) Hello luv. Where’d you run off to?

 

EXT. ROCKY HILLSIDE — CONTINUOUS

 

ARIANA, 26, Hottie with flowing auburn hair and a designer outfit straddles a top of the line titanium mountain bike.

 

     ARIANA
(into phone) I had a burst of energy, so I’m riding to the sign.

 

     DEKE (V.O.)
(laughing) You’re bloody crazy.

 

     ARIANA
(into phone) It’s gorgeous out. How are you?

 

BACK ON DEKE -

 

     DEKE
Severely wounded. Please be careful.

 

     ARIANA (V.O.)
Always am. Is Fred there?

 

     DEKE
(into phone) Of course. Why?

 

     ARIANA (V.O.)
(purring) I left you a little surprise I’d rather he didn’t see.

 

     DEKE
Mmmm…Now that’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout, baby.

 

     ARIANA (V.O.)
When you have a moment, take a peak at the video camera – it’s on your desk.

 

The color suddenly runs out of Deke’s face.


     DEKE
(into phone) The what?

 

BACK ON ARIANA

 

     ARIANA
(into phone) I know, I know. I’m not supposed to touch your precious little camera, but I couldn’t help myself.

 

     DEKE (V.O.)
(stern) Ariana, I told you to never -

 

     ARIANA
(into phone) Would you just relax? You’ll love it — I promise.
She snaps her phone shut, tucks her hair up and rides off.

 

BACK ON DEKE - he slowly lowers his phone.

 

     DEKE
Bollocks!

 

INT. DEKE’S BEDROOM — CONTINUOUS

 

ECU ON DIGITAL VIDEO CAMERA SITTING ON THE DESK. The Camera is palm-size, streamline in design, fitted with a silver lens cap and attached to a thin shoulder strap.

 

IN THE BACKGROUND - DEKE opens the glass doors and enters. DEKE contemplates the camera before picking it up. He turns it on, slowly opens the viewing monitor and pushes REWIND.

 

     DEKE
Please Lord…

 

He focuses on the mantle across the room.

 

INSERT FRAMED PHOTO - a smiling young Deke accepts a Video Music Award. The title of his hit song “Careful Whatchya Wish For” is projected on the screen behind him.

 

PAN TO ANOTHER PHOTO - Deke is locked in a loving embrace with a beautiful blond. A corner of the frame is wrapped with a black ribbon.

 

     DEKE (con’t)
…Not this time.

 

He cautiously pushes PLAY.

 

CU ON DEKE - watching the video with intense concentration. He slowly breaks into a smile.

 

ECU ON VIDEO MONITOR SCREEN - Ariana is in the garage. The digital date and time indicator runs in the corner: “SUN 08:32:04 AM

 

BACK ON DEKE - grinning ear to ear.

 

     DEKE (con’t)
Whatchya gonna do baby?

 

BACK ON MONITOR - Ariana blows a kiss and begins grinding on the bike’s bars. She slowly unzips her shirt and mouths the words “I love you.”

 

     DEKE (con’t)
(grabbing his crotch) I love you, too.

 

Video flickers – WHIRLING SOUND – the Camera switches to FAST FORWARD, quickly advancing the video through a series of of blurred images.

 

CU ON DEKE - His smile sinks fast. He smacks the camera and screams.

 

     DEKE (con’t)
Stop!

 

The video flickers again, then resumes PLAY. The scene slowly comes into focus, revealing Ariana’s mountain bike smashed and mangled at the bottom of a rocky cliff.

 

     DEKE (con’t)
(shaking camera) Damn you!

 

He quickly pushes PAUSE, leaving the last frame frozen. Date and time on the monitor now indicates “SUN 10:04:51 AM”. He checks his watch. It reads 9:52 AM.

 

     DEKE (con’t)
Shit! Shit! Shit!

 

He studies the location, then flips open his cell phone and speed dials.

 

     DEKE (con’t)
C’mon… c’mon, pick up… pick up!

 

FRED smashes through the door.

 

     FRED
Yo Deke – you okay?

 

Deke waves him off.

 

BACK ON ARIANA - doing a little bunny-hop as she whips down a dirt trail.

 

     ARIANA
Yeeeeha!

 

She skids around a corner, spraying the lens with gravel.

 

BACK ON DEKE - still in his coffee-stained robe and slippers, he slings the camera strap over his shoulder and races from the room.

 

INT. DEKE’S GARAGE — CONTINUOUS

 

Customized cars and SUV’s fill the garage. Deke jumps on his tricked-out BMW Enduro and fumbles to attach his phone’s headset as he powers past Fred.

 

     DEKE
(into headset) Damn it, Ariana!

 

BACK ON ARIANA - barely avoiding the edge of a cliff.

 

     ARIANA
(nervous laughter) Whoa!

 

She steers back to the trail and pedals even harder.

 

BACK ON DEKE - taking a turn too tight, he plows into a row of trash cans, dropping his bike and the phone.

 

     DEKE
Shite!

 

He snatches up the phone, rights himself and pushes REDIAL.



     DEKE (cont’d)
(into headset) Come on, come on!

 

He takes off again, popping a long wheelie — his now garbage covered robe flies open like Evil Knievel’s cape.

 

BACK ON ARIANA - skipping over a ridge. She hits a divot…

 

     ARIANA
Uh!

 

She swerves to avoid a rock.

 

     ARIANA (con’t)
Oh!

 

BAM! Ariana smacks a deep rut that launches her airborne.

 

     ARIANA (con’t)
Shiiiit!

 

She watches the trail pass below her as her bike sails over the edge of the cliff.

 

     ARIANA (con’t)
(screaming) Ahhhh!

 

BACK ON DEKE - rounding a corner, he swings the Camera around to take another look.

 

     DEKE
(into headset) Goddamn you Ariana! Pick up!

 

DEKE’S POV OF THE CURVE AHEAD. Ariana’s mangled bike comes into view at the bottom of a ravine — just like in the video.

 

     DEKE (con’t)
Oh, my god!

 

Deke quickly looks up, just in time to see Ariana limping into his path.

 

     ARIANA
Deke?!?

 

     DEKE
Look oooout!

 

He slams directly into Ariana — THUD! She sails over the trail’s edge as Deke skids and wipes out hard.

 

THE MOTORCYCLE ENGINE DIES

 

ANGLE ON SPINNING MOTORCYCLE TIRE - A shaking and bloody Deke struggles to pick himself up.

 

     DEKE (con’t)
Ariana!

 

Desperate, he leaps over the edge - thrashing, sliding, tumbling down the slope. Deke reaches the bottom and is stunned by what he sees.

 

ANGLE ON ARIANA’S MOTIONLESS, BLOODY LEG

 

     DEKE
(sobbing) I told you… I told you.

 

He stares at her blankly for a moment, then unslings the Camera and stumbles off in his tattered, coffee, garbage and blood stained robe.

 

INSERT VIDEO CAMERA - clutched in his trembling fist. Deke staggers through the brush to a clearing. He winds up…

 

     DEKE
Never again, mother fucker!

 

And pitches the Camera as far as he can.

 

     DEKE
(sobbing) Never again.

 

He collapses, crying uncontrollably.

 

SLOW PULLBACK TO REVEAL THE HOLLYWOOD SIGN – looming large behind him.

 

FADE TO BLACK:

 

Tag, You’re It:

• Great vehicle for breakout ensemble cast
• Excellent rapper/rocker cameo
• Concept ideal for signature visual effect
• Sequel-able