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Coke machine. 
 
Screenplay and Story By 
M. J. Orobko 
 
First Draft Dated: December 1, 2001 
 
 
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Black. 
Black and hissing. 
The hissing is from the vacant sound that is coming from the theatre's 
speakers.  
Suddenly, the audience jumps back in their seats as they are shocked by 
a very loud banging. 
The banging echoes in their brains.  
Suddenly a man's voice sounds, a little muffled. 
 
WHITE JUNKIE (off screen and a little muffled.) 
Hey! Hey! Man, open the fucking door! Open the mother fucking door! 
He's dying man! 
 
Suddenly we open with: 
 
INT. CRASH'S APARTMENT-DAY 
 
A wooden door that is being shaken by the loud knocking. 
A man walks up to the door and peers into the peephole. 
He screams to the heavens. 
 
CRASH 
What! 
 
From the other side of the door we hear the voice. 
 
WHITE JUNKIE (off screen and a little muffled.) 
We need a hit! He's fucking dying! 
 
CRASH 
I'm not a fucking hospital, man! 
 
WHITE JUNKIE (off screen and a little muffled.) 
C'mon, Crash! Give him a fucking hit, he's tripping out! 
 
CRASH 
I don't have any fucking snow! My next load comes next week! 
 
WHITE JUNKIE (off screen and a little muffled.) 
Fuck that! Get some from you goddamn private fucking stash! 
 
CRASH 
Fuck that shit! 
 
With that the door is kicked open. 
A white junkie with dreadlocks has a black, bald man over his shoulder. 
The white junkie throws him onto a couch. 
 
WHITE JUNKIE 
Fuck you! He hasn't tripped for three days! He needs a fucking hit! 
 
CRASH 
I told you, I don't have any blow! 
 
The white junkie gets hysterical as the black man moans. 
The camera is tuned into their hysterical ways and shakes violently. 
 
WHITE JUNKIE 
Fuck it! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Get him some stuff! Make a fucking 
exception! 
 
CRASH 
Get him the fuck out of here! This is not a fucking hospital!  
 
Crash's eyes go wide as the white junkie pulls a gun out from his 
pants, cocks it and aims it at Crash's head. 
 
WHITE JUNKIE 
Get the fucking stuff. 
 
A moment of awkward silence before Crash kneels. 
 
WHITE JUNKIE (continued.) 
The fuck you doing? 
 
CRASH 
I'm getting then stuff. 
Crash lifts up a wooden floorboard and reaches, deep into it. 
Crash comes back up with a bag of coke, he tosses to the white junkie, 
who throws the gun to the floor. 
 
WHITE JUNKIE 
Ok, ok. Here we go. 
 
The white junkie dumps the bag of coke on the glass coffee table and 
begins cutting it. 
 
WHITE JUNKIE (continued.) 
Ok buddy, hang in there. 
 
The white junkie makes a line and reaches into his jacket, Crash can do 
nothing but watch. 
The white junkie pulls out a one-dollar bill, wrapped into a straw. 
He lifts the black junkie's head up and places the straw into his nose. 
 
WHITE JUNKIE (continued.) 
Snort man, fucking snort. 
 
The black man follows instructions and takes it up. 
Crash turns his head to the left and sees, lying on the bed in his 
bedroom, another bag of white powder. 
He turns back to the white junkie in horror. 
The black junkie rests his head. 
 
CRASH 
Oh fuck!  
 
WHITE JUNKIE 
What? 
 
CRASH 
Oh shit! I think he just snorted heroin! 
 
WHITE JUNKIE 
What the fuck are you talking about, man? 
 
CRASH 
This morning I took the bag of coke from the floorboards and hid the 
heroin there. I must have forgot to hide the coke. 
 
WHITE JUNKIE 
What the fuck? 
 
They both look at the black junkie. 
The black junkie is passed out, on the couch, his nose bleeding very 
bad. 
 
CRASH 
Oh, what the fuck? 
 
WHITE JUNKIE 
Oh, fuck me! Fuck me! 
 
CRASH 
Is he dead? 
 
WHITE JUNKIE 
Well, I should think so, he took a whole fucking line of that shit! 
 
Regardless of what he says the white junkie checks the black junkie's 
pulse. 
He turns back to Crash in horror. 
 
WHITE JUNKIE (continued.) 
Fuck that! 
 
CRASH 
Oh shit! Oh Shit! 
 
Another awkward silence. 
Both look at the gun on the floor. 
Crash dives for it and pulls the trigger. 
The bullet hits the white junkie in the head. 
He goes down dead. 
Crash has a bag of heroin, a bag of coke, two dead guys, and a gun in 
his apartment. 
He collapses as we 
 
GO TO BLACK 
 
The End. 
 
A Screenplay Written By  
Matthew Orobko 
 
Story By  
Matthew Orobko 
 
Directed By  
Matthew Orobko

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