Script for my movie

    

INT. JIMMY’S CAR.  DAY

“JIMMY and MICHAEL are sat waiting for the little boy to walk out of

the shopping”

Jimmy:    How long is this ‘gonna’ take, we’ve been here fucking ages.

Michael:      (chuckles to himself)

                      Fuck knows!, as long as we get this little person

                      I’m not really bothered how long it’ll take.

                       You brought anything??.

                                                                              

JIMMY:         “ put’s on  girls tights while talking”

                        cause I have, got me gun, and  you know … head gear

                         don’t want anyone knowing what we’re getting up to.

Michael:     “ laughs”   No way am I driving… in the middle of town

with you, and them

Jimmy:       shut your face

(cuts him off before he finishes)

   I have a phone call

  “phone rings”

 (Picks up his phone and places it to his ear)

Hello?... yea yea we’re here don’t worry,

(Laughs)  yea he’s here too, yea don’t worry

bye.

 yee’    fat wanker.

Michael:   woaaahh! Easy on the boss hating

Jimmy:    What he is, fucking… sitting at home, doing nothing

                  He’s a fat prick.

Michael:  you’re a fat prick.

Jimmy:    You better be ready,
                  when this little scamp walks out, I don’t wanna be doing any of that
                   running round the car, benny hill shit.

Michael:  Look it’s simple, we follow him towards the exit, you jump out
                  grab him, and we speed off back to the house. Simple
  

Jimmy:   Right, what time is it.

Michael:      We got a couple of minutes, chill
            


Michael:  right

                                (turns on the engine )


Michael:   look there he is get him
                     
                          (  a struggle outside,before getting in to the car)
      

Jimmy:  RIGHT DON'T EVEN SPEAK OR YOU'RE DEAD  UNDERSTAND ? 


                              " Litte Boy Nods"
Michael:   Right so what was you telling me about John boy ?


Jimmy: oh well basically,  John Boy comes in, he sit down at the table , he's wearing the same clothes as  the boss,

Michael:   whoa whoa whoa   Sammy ?

Jimmy:  Yea, he sits down at the table, Sammy Comes over, gives him one look and almost kills him       there and then.

Michael:  One of these days he's probably going to get shot himself for it, but naa  not yet
Jimmy: I'm more worried about if any one saw us.... so get a move on