Henry Kana
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Henry Kana (Interest Scene)
What I learned by doing this; there are numerous combinations of locations, characters and scenarios that can make bone chilling scenes.
Log Line: Jerry, a round frumpy camp counselor intimidates Ross, the Camp Cook, about the Roaches and Rats that run rampet in his pristine, spotless Kitchen. Ross, a young hulk of a man that ogled by all the camp girls in down on his knees installing roach bait house.
INT. KITCHEN – DAY
Jerry: What you doin’ there Ross? Tring to get rid of the Critters.
Ross: Funny!
Jerry: Well, if it wasn’t for your looks, none of my girls would set foot in the cesspool.
Ross: Just like they don’t like to visit your Office.
Jerry: Well, you know. They only visit my Office if they are good or naughty.
Ross: And I bet you take advantage of the Naughty Ones. I have heard of the rumors.
Jerry: I’ll tell you what. You drop the accusations about the Naughty girls and I’ll keep the Camp Owners and the Health Dept. out of your Kitchen.
Ross: Ok, Deal.
Jerry: Deal.
Ross: (Smiling) Just curious, what do you do with the Naughty ones?
Jerry: I don’t think it would be prudent to discuss that.
Ross: Ah, come on Jerry, your secrets are my secrets. Besides we have a deal.
Jerry: Well, I guess one would hurt.
Ross hopps up on a sqeaking clean stainless steel table and listen intensly.
Jerry: Well, this one tall, slender red head kept talking about sex to the other girls. So I called her into my Office. I told her she wasn’t to talk like that to the other girls. So I told her if she need to do that she could tell it to me.
Ross: So what then happen?
Jerry: I was surprised, much to my delight, she flung her legs over the arms of the chair and asked my if I liked what I saw. I nodded my head, yes. The next thing, like a flash, she on sitting and grinding on me. It went on all summer and even after camp was over.
Ross: And I had to be a Cook. Hey, can I get in on the action.
Jerry: I don’t think that would be such a good idea. It could put me in jeopardy.
Ross: Oh, come on Jerry. That way, your secret will be my secret too.
Jerry: (Thinking for a minute) You know, maybe you’re probably right on that.
Ross: Damn straight on that.Jerry: Let me call Sandra. She was the grinder. She can help set you up.
Ross: Wait, are you running a business on the side?
Jerry: I wouldn’t call it that. Sandra is in charge. I just supply the materials.
Ross: Hookers? I’m not paying. Or is this something more dark.
Jerry: Let’s just say, after they graduate from Camp, well we rarely see them again. That Sandra call.
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Henry Kana
QE Scene 2 (Max Interest Techniques and Inherently Dramatic Character-Rev 5)
Logline: Two Archelogist hunt for ancient treasure which cause one to lose his life in the search
Essence: One treasure hunter takes advantage of another.
INT. HOUSTON MUSEUM OF ARCHOLOGY – CONFERENCE ROOM –DAY
Nick, a short dumpy, Rolly Polly man with a squeaky voice and Mary Ann, a tall slender red head with a deep raspy voice are studying several maps on the conference room table.
Nick: I want you to make copies of all of these maps, especially the ones that show the existing temples, pyramids and grave yards. I don’t want John to get his hands on the originals. The more we keep between ourselves the better chance we stand to pull this off.
John sticks his head in the door way crack.
John: I am in the right place, Mrs. Livingston, I presume? (smiling)
Mary Ann: Yes, John, come in and join us.
Nick: Hi John
John: Hi!
Nick unfold a map of Central America and motions to John to come over. Nick points to Belieze.
Nick: That’s it. That’s where we going. (Pointing to a river on the map).
John: How do you know we will find any thing. I’m interested in finding King Zapata’s Treasure.
Nick: Look, last time I was down there I purchased this old map from a Shaman. (pointing to the old map on parchament)
John: How do you know it’s real. He could have been just making it all up. You know the jungle is a vast place down there.
Nick: Well, he told me the story handed down by his Grandfather and the map looks authentic. It only cost me $500.
John: That’s a well off Shaman. Let’s see, ten treasure hunter per month. Ten grand haul for the month, not bad. Did he have a Satellite Dish?
Nick: Yes, but they all do.
John: Ok, let’s get on with the plans. I will go down first and establish a base camp at our drop off point on the New River, assuming that where we are going.
Nick: Yes. Mary Ann will help you with permits and logistics.
Mary Ann: On it boss.
John and Mary Ann being to study the maps and been to make a list of equipment and supplies.
Mary Ann: How long do you anticipate being there?
John: At least 6 months. Definitely need good water/rain proof tents. Two month of food and water. You will need to find a local supplier.
Mary Ann: I have already contacted the local Embassy and they have provided me with several contractors and supply house. We should be good to go.
John: Ok, I will leave in a couple of days and find some local guides that can get me there.
Mary Ann: There’s already an existing defunct archeology site at the drop off point. It should be pretty easy to find.
John: Make sure you purchase a couple of Satelite Phones. Don’t want to have to climb to the top of a hill when I have to call you.
Mary Ann: Sure thing, will do.
John takes a map and closes up his brief case. Exits the Conference Room.
Mary Ann: Do you think he suspects anything.
Nick: Not a chance.
EXT. A MONTH LATER ON THE BANKS OF THE NEW RIVER – LATE EVENING
A small motorized dugout cruises along the banks of the New River. Suddenly a flury of arrows and spears fly from the jungle along the river bank. The dugout moves away from the bank and the arrows and spears fall harmlessly in the river. One or two arrow are stuck in the side of the boat. Nick stands up in the boat and shouts several commands in Spanish.
Nick: Alto! Mi Amigo! Alto!
Nick sits back down and the dugout continues puttering up the river.
John sits in a chair in front of a camp fire sipping on fresh steaming coffee. He is awaiting the arrival of Nick Jones, a competitor archeologist. A motorize dugout cruises up to a make shift dock. Out hops Nick.
Nick: Morning John, how are things? Making any progress? What’s with the angry natives. I thought this was a safe site.
John: Yes, it is. They are just blowing off steam cause they didn’t feel like they got enough compensation. Progress, you tell me, did you bring it? We will be lost without it.
Nick: Bring what? (Chuckling) I hope my secretary packed it? I told her to.
John: Damn you Nick. We can’t use the Stone and Rods without it.
Nick: I’m sure Mary Ann packed it. She was folding it up when I left the office. I sure it here in my travel bag.
John: Finding King Zapata’s treasure will be useless without that Map. With the winding trails, changes in elevations it will be like looking for a, “needle in a haystack.”
Nick: You have the Stone and Rods? Show me!
John crosses to a metal suitcase, places it on the camp table, and pops it open revealing a diamond shaped stone with two copper rods with eye pieces.
John: There you see, we kept safe till you got hear per our written agreement. Now where is the map?
Nick: Right here.
Nick opens his carry bag and pull out a folded piece of parchment. He unfolds it and places it on the camp table. John studies the map.
John: This doesn’t look like the original map you showed me months ago.
Nick: It is. It’s a copy, you don’t think I would bring an original to a snake and mosquito infested place like this. Besides, we could get jump by natives or bandits. They are already agitated about this.
John: Don’t be ridiculous. I’ve been out here for two month and haven’t seen another soul except the natives I have working for me, and they go home every evening. Are you sure she copied the correct map and not a cheap thing off the street. There are at least a dozen fakes floating around out there.
Nick: I’m sure it is. If it wasn’t I’m not sure you could even identify it as a fake. Why don’t you study it tonight by the camp light and plot us a path to the treasure if you can or is that out of you ability.
John: One more comment like that and I’m going to make you see stars.
Nick: Ha, ha, ha. Better bring your native helpers. Study the map and we will set out in the morning to find the treasure. I’m turning in. I had a hard day’s travel. Good night.
John: Good night. Be sure to shake out your shoes in the morning. Scorpions and Spiders you know.
Nick: I didn’t fall off the wagon yesterday. Good night
Nick enters the camp tent. John sits at the table examining the map. He holds it up to the camp light to make sure it’s not a forgery. He flips the map over several times.
John: At least it not a fake, I hope?(Mumbling)
Ext: Mountain Trail Head – Day
After hiking and climbing through the jungle for about an hour, John and Nick stumble into an opening containing Mayan figures and many unusual looking stones.
John: Quick, look at the map, do any of the figures match.
Nick: Map, what map, you had it last night.
John: Ok, ok, just wanted to get a rise out of you.
Nick: This is your warning. Nextime pow or maybe a Saw Rasp Viper. Careful what you do.
John lays out the map and begins to move the stone and rods over the map. Nothing seems to fit exactly right.
Nick: Let me see those. You’re not holding them right.
Nick holds them over the map like divining rods. They cross, sparks fly and ignite the Maps.
John and Nick frantically slap at the burning map. They get it out but there are several wholes in the map.
John: You idiot.
John punches Nick in the nose.
Nick: Ouch, why did you do that.
John: You deserved it for burning those holes in the Map. Now look what your have done.
John holds up the map. The morning light shines through and lines up on several statues. The ground begins to shake and rumble. A Grave covers opens up a grave pit revealing gold, diamonds, rubies and ancient gold coins. The top of the jewels are covered with slithering snakes. John pulls out a professional snake catcher and begins to put the snakes in a burlap bag. He collects the most poisioness ones first and then on to the harmless one.
John: Good thing there weren’t very many poisioness one.
Nick: Jackpot.
Nick picks up the diamond shape stone and hits John over the head and knock him out cold. Nick empties his back pack and greedly fills it with gold, jewels and coins. He drags John unconconse body into the grave. Nick takes the stone and places it against the eye of the statues. The grave closes over John body. Nick slings his back pack and begins walking back down the trail.
Nick: (Softly Singing) Hiho, hiho, it’s home from work we go.
We can hear the muffled screams of John.
John: Come back here you thief, conniving conman. The authorities will catch you.
Nick: And who in the hell is going to tell them. Not me. Ha, Ha! And your in no position too.
Nick, with his shoulders back and a bounce in his step continues down the trail whistling.
There is a sudden rustling in the bushes along the trail. Nick stops. He looks around, has a concerned look on his face. He pulls out a 357 pistol and his Satellite phone. He flips the phone open and dials.
Nick: Mary Ann, what’s your status.
Mary Ann: I’ll be there in about 30 minutes.
Nick: Hurry, I think there are natives surrounding me.
Mary Ann: Keep the gun handy and in plane view. They won’t attack if they know your armed.
They hang up and Nick cautiously heads down the trail with his head and gun on a swivel. Nick reaches to campsite and landing area only to see three Banditos emerging from the jungle. The three Banditos are heavely armed.
Bandito #1: Drop your pisstolla Mister.
Nick fires his pistol at Bandito #1 who grabs his wounded arm. Suddenly we hear muffled pops and the other two Banditos grab their bleeding legs. Off in the distance as we see a dugout moving closer up river, Mary Ann lowers a snipers rifle with a silencer attached.
Mary Ann: That should take care of them.
Nick, in amazement, turns to see Mary Ann holding the rifle as the dugout approaches the landing.
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Henry Kana
Inherrently Dramatic Characters and Max Interest Techniques
Henry Kana QE Scene 2 (Max Interest Techniques and Inherently Dramatic Character-Rev 5)
Logline: Two Archelogist hunt for ancient treasure which cause one to lose his life in the search
Essence: One treasure hunter takes advantage of another.
INT. HOUSTON MUSEUM OF ARCHOLOGY – CONFERENCE ROOM –DAY
Nick, a short dumpy, Rolly Polly man with a squeaky voice and Mary Ann, a tall slender red head with a deep raspy voice are studying several maps on the conference room table.
Nick: I want you to make copies of all of these maps, especially the ones that show the existing temples, pyramids and grave yards. I don’t want John to get his hands on the originals. The more we keep between ourselves the better chance we stand to pull this off.
John sticks his head in the door way crack.
John: I am in the right place, Mrs. Livingston, I presume? (smiling)
Mary Ann: Yes, John, come in and join us.
Nick: Hi John
John: Hi!
Nick unfold a map of Central America and motions to John to come over. Nick points to Belieze.
Nick: That’s it. That’s where we going. (Pointing to a river on the map).
John: How do you know we will find any thing. I’m interested in finding King Zapata’s Treasure.
Nick: Look, last time I was down there I purchased this old map from a Shaman. (pointing to the old map on parchament)
John: How do you know it’s real. He could have been just making it all up. You know the jungle is a vast place down there.
Nick: Well, he told me the story handed down by his Grandfather and the map looks authentic. It only cost me $500.
John: That’s a well off Shaman. Let’s see, ten treasure hunter per month. Ten grand haul for the month, not bad. Did he have a Satellite Dish?
Nick: Yes, but they all do.
John: Ok, let’s get on with the plans. I will go down first and establish a base camp at our drop off point on the New River, assuming that where we are going.
Nick: Yes. Mary Ann will help you with permits and logistics.
Mary Ann: On it boss.
John and Mary Ann being to study the maps and been to make a list of equipment and supplies.
Mary Ann: How long do you anticipate being there?
John: At least 6 months. Definitely need good water/rain proof tents. Two month of food and water. You will need to find a local supplier.
Mary Ann: I have already contacted the local Embassy and they have provided me with several contractors and supply house. We should be good to go.
John: Ok, I will leave in a couple of days and find some local guides that can get me there.
Mary Ann: There’s already an existing defunct archeology site at the drop off point. It should be pretty easy to find.
John: Make sure you purchase a couple of Satelite Phones. Don’t want to have to climb to the top of a hill when I have to call you.
Mary Ann: Sure thing, will do.
John takes a map and closes up his brief case. Exits the Conference Room.
Mary Ann: Do you think he suspects anything.
Nick: Not a chance.
EXT. A MONTH LATER ON THE BANKS OF THE NEW RIVER – LATE EVENING
A small motorized dugout cruises along the banks of the New River. Suddenly a flury of arrows and spears fly from the jungle along the river bank. The dugout moves away from the bank and the arrows and spears fall harmlessly in the river. One or two arrow are stuck in the side of the boat. Nick stands up in the boat and shouts several commands in Spanish.
Nick: Alto! Mi Amigo! Alto!
Nick sits back down and the dugout continues puttering up the river.
John sits in a chair in front of a camp fire sipping on fresh steaming coffee. He is awaiting the arrival of Nick Jones, a competitor archeologist. A motorize dugout cruises up to a make shift dock. Out hops Nick.
Nick: Morning John, how are things? Making any progress? What’s with the angry natives. I thought this was a safe site.
John: Yes, it is. They are just blowing off steam cause they didn’t feel like they got enough compensation. Progress, you tell me, did you bring it? We will be lost without it.
Nick: Bring what? (Chuckling) I hope my secretary packed it? I told her to.
John: Damn you Nick. We can’t use the Stone and Rods without it.
Nick: I’m sure Mary Ann packed it. She was folding it up when I left the office. I sure it here in my travel bag.
John: Finding King Zapata’s treasure will be useless without that Map. With the winding trails, changes in elevations it will be like looking for a, “needle in a haystack.”
Nick: You have the Stone and Rods? Show me!
John crosses to a metal suitcase, places it on the camp table, and pops it open revealing a diamond shaped stone with two copper rods with eye pieces.
John: There you see, we kept safe till you got hear per our written agreement. Now where is the map?
Nick: Right here.
Nick opens his carry bag and pull out a folded piece of parchment. He unfolds it and places it on the camp table. John studies the map.
John: This doesn’t look like the original map you showed me months ago.
Nick: It is. It’s a copy, you don’t think I would bring an original to a snake and mosquito infested place like this. Besides, we could get jump by natives or bandits. They are already agitated about this.
John: Don’t be ridiculous. I’ve been out here for two month and haven’t seen another soul except the natives I have working for me, and they go home every evening. Are you sure she copied the correct map and not a cheap thing off the street. There are at least a dozen fakes floating around out there.
Nick: I’m sure it is. If it wasn’t I’m not sure you could even identify it as a fake. Why don’t you study it tonight by the camp light and plot us a path to the treasure if you can or is that out of you ability.
John: One more comment like that and I’m going to make you see stars.
Nick: Ha, ha, ha. Better bring your native helpers. Study the map and we will set out in the morning to find the treasure. I’m turning in. I had a hard day’s travel. Good night.
John: Good night. Be sure to shake out your shoes in the morning. Scorpions and Spiders you know.
Nick: I didn’t fall off the wagon yesterday. Good night
Nick enters the camp tent. John sits at the table examining the map. He holds it up to the camp light to make sure it’s not a forgery. He flips the map over several times.
John: At least it not a fake, I hope?(Mumbling)
Ext: Mountain Trail Head – Day
After hiking and climbing through the jungle for about an hour, John and Nick stumble into an opening containing Mayan figures and many unusual looking stones.
John: Quick, look at the map, do any of the figures match.
Nick: Map, what map, you had it last night.
John: Ok, ok, just wanted to get a rise out of you.
Nick: This is your warning. Nextime pow or maybe a Saw Rasp Viper. Careful what you do.
John lays out the map and begins to move the stone and rods over the map. Nothing seems to fit exactly right.
Nick: Let me see those. You’re not holding them right.
Nick holds them over the map like divining rods. They cross, sparks fly and ignite the Maps.
John and Nick frantically slap at the burning map. They get it out but there are several wholes in the map.
John: You idiot.
John punches Nick in the nose.
Nick: Ouch, why did you do that.
John: You deserved it for burning those holes in the Map. Now look what your have done.
John holds up the map. The morning light shines through and lines up on several statues. The ground begins to shake and rumble. A Grave covers opens up a grave pit revealing gold, diamonds, rubies and ancient gold coins. The top of the jewels are covered with slithering snakes. John pulls out a professional snake catcher and begins to put the snakes in a burlap bag. He collects the most poisioness ones first and then on to the harmless one.
John: Good thing there weren’t very many poisioness one.
Nick: Jackpot.
Nick picks up the diamond shape stone and hits John over the head and knock him out cold. Nick empties his back pack and greedly fills it with gold, jewels and coins. He drags John unconconse body into the grave. Nick takes the stone and places it against the eye of the statues. The grave closes over John body. Nick slings his back pack and begins walking back down the trail.
Nick: (Softly Singing) Hiho, hiho, it’s home from work we go.
We can hear the muffled screams of John.
John: Come back here you thief, conniving conman. The authorities will catch you.
Nick: And who in the hell is going to tell them. Not me. Ha, Ha! And your in no position too.
Nick, with his shoulders back and a bounce in his step continues down the trail whistling.
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HenrHenry Kana QE Scene 2 (Max Interest Techniques-Rev 3)
Logline: Two Archelogist hunt for ancient treasure which cause one to lose his life in the search
Essence: One treasure hunter takes advantage of another.
INT. HOUSTON MUSEUM OF ARCHOLOGY – CONFERENCE ROOM –DAY
Nick and Mary Ann are studying several maps on the conference room table.
Nick: I want you to make copies of all of these maps, especially the ones that show the existing temples, pyramids and grave yards. I don’t want John to get his hands on the originals. The more we keep between ourselves the better chance we stand to pull this off.
John sticks his head in the door way crack.
John: I am in the right place, Mrs. Livingston, I presume? (smiling)
Mary Ann: Yes, John, come in and join us.
Nick: Hi John
John: Hi!
Nick unfold a map of Central America and motions to John to come over. Nick points to Belieze.
Nick: That’s it. That’s where we going. (Pointing to a river on the map).
John: How do you know we will find any thing. I’m interested in finding King Zapata’s Treasure.
Nick: Look, last time I was down there I purchased this old map from a Shaman. (pointing to the old map on parchament)
John: How do you know it’s real. He could have been just making it all up. You know the jungle is a vast place down there.
Nick: Well, he told me the story handed down by his Grandfather and the map looks authentic. It only cost me $500.
John: That’s a well off Shaman. Let’s see, ten treasure hunter per month. Ten grand haul for the month, not bad. Did he have a Satellite Dish?
Nick: Yes, but they all do.
John: Ok, let’s get on with the plans. I will go down first and establish a base camp at our drop off point on the New River, assuming that where we are going.
Nick: Yes. Mary Ann will help you with permits and logistics.
Mary Ann: On it boss.
John and Mary Ann being to study the maps and been to make a list of equipment and supplies.
EXT. A MONTH LATER ON THE BANKS OF THE NEW RIVER – LATE EVENING
A small motorized dugout cruises along the banks of the New River. Suddenly a flury of arrows and spears fly from the jungle along the river bank. The dugout moves away from the bank and the arrows and spears fall harmlessly in the river. One or two arrow are stuck in the side of the boat. Nick stands up in the boat and shouts several commands in Spanish.
Nick: Alto! Mi Amigo! Alto!
Nick sits back down and the dugout continues puttering up the river.
John sits in a chair in front of a camp fire sipping on fresh steaming coffee. He is awaiting the arrival of Nick Jones, a competitor archeologist. A motorize dugout cruises up to a make shift dock. Out hops Nick.
Nick: Morning John, how are things? Making any progress? What’s with the angry natives. I thought this was a safe site.
John: Yes, it is. They are just blowing off steam cause they didn’t feel like they got enough compensation. Progress, you tell me, did you bring it? We will be lost without it.
Nick: Bring what? (Chuckling) I hope my secretary packed it? I told her to.
John: Damn you Nick. We can’t use the Stone and Rods without it.
Nick: I’m sure Mary Ann packed it. She was folding it up when I left the office. I sure it here in my travel bag.
John: Finding King Zapata’s treasure will be useless without that Map. With the winding trails, changes in elevations it will be like looking for a, “needle in a haystack.”
Nick: You have the Stone and Rods? Show me!
John crosses to a metal suitcase, places it on the camp table, and pops it open revealing a diamond shaped stone with two copper rods with eye pieces.
John: There you see, we kept safe till you got hear per our written agreement. Now where is the map?
Nick: Right here.
Nick opens his carry bag and pull out a folded piece of parchment. He unfolds it and places it on the camp table. John studies the map.
John: This doesn’t look like the original map you showed me months ago.
Nick: It is. It’s a copy, you don’t think I would bring an original to a snake and mosquito infested place like this. Besides, we could get jump by natives or bandits. They are already agitated about this.
John: Don’t be ridiculous. I’ve been out here for two month and haven’t seen another soul except the natives I have working for me, and they go home every evening. Are you sure she copied the correct map and not a cheap thing off the street. There are at least a dozen fakes floating around out there.
Nick: I’m sure it is. If it wasn’t I’m not sure you could even identify it as a fake. Why don’t you study it tonight by the camp light and plot us a path to the treasure if you can or is that out of you ability.
John: One more comment like that and I’m going to make you see stars.
Nick: Ha, ha, ha. Better bring your native helpers. Study the map and we will set out in the morning to find the treasure. I’m turning in. I had a hard day’s travel. Good night.
John: Good night. Be sure to shake out your shoes in the morning. Scorpions and Spiders you know.
Nick: I didn’t fall off the wagon yesterday. Good night
Nick enters the camp tent. John sits at the table examining the map. He holds it up to the camp light to make sure it’s not a forgery. He flips the map over several times.
John: At least it not a fake, I hope?(Mumbling)
Ext: Mountain Trail Head – Day
After hiking and climbing through the jungle for about an hour, John and Nick stumble into an opening containing Mayan figures and many unusual looking stones.
John: Quick, look at the map, do any of the figures match.
Nick: Map, what map, you had it last night.
John: Ok, ok, just wanted to get a rise out of you.
Nick: This is your warning. Nextime pow or maybe a Saw Rasp Viper. Careful what you do.
John lays out the map and begins to move the stone and rods over the map. Nothing seems to fit exactly right.
Nick: Let me see those. You’re not holding them right.
Nick holds them over the map like divining rods. They cross, sparks fly and ignite the Maps.
John and Nick frantically slap at the burning map. They get it out but there are several wholes in the map.
John: You idiot.
John punches Nick in the nose.
Nick: Ouch, why did you do that.
John: You deserved it for burning those holes in the Map. Now look what your have done.
John holds up the map. The morning light shines through and lines up on several statues. The ground begins to shake and rumble. A Grave covers opens up a grave pit revealing gold, diamonds, rubies and ancient gold coins. The top of the jewels are covered with slithering snakes. John pulls out a professional snake catcher and begins to put the snakes in a burlap bag. He collects the most poisioness ones first and then on to the harmless one.
John: Good thing there weren’t very many poisioness one.
Nick: Jackpot.
Nick picks up the diamond shape stone and hits John over the head and knock him out cold. Nick empties his back pack and greedly fills it with gold, jewels and coins. He drags John unconconse body into the grave. Nick takes the stone and places it against the eye of the statues. The grave closes over John body. Nick slings his back pack and begins walking back down the trail.
Nick: (Softly Singing) Hiho, hiho, it’s home from work we go.
We can hear the muffled screams of John.
John: Come back here you thief, conniving conman. The authorities will catch you.
Nick: And who in the hell is going to tell them. Not me. Ha, Ha! And your in no position too.
Nick, with his shoulders back and a bounce in his step continues down the trail whistling.y Kana
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Henry Kana
Full out Characters
Henry Kana QE Scene 2 (Max Interest Techniques-Rev 3)
Logline: Two Archelogist hunt for ancient treasure which cause one to lose his life in the search
Essence: One treasure hunter takes advantage of another.
INT. HOUSTON MUSEUM OF ARCHOLOGY – CONFERENCE ROOM –DAY
Nick and Mary Ann are studying several maps on the conference room table.
Nick: I want you to make copies of all of these maps, especially the ones that show the existing temples, pyramids and grave yards. I don’t want John to get his hands on the originals. The more we keep between ourselves the better chance we stand to pull this off.
John sticks his head in the door way crack.
John: I am in the right place, Mrs. Livingston, I presume? (smiling)
Mary Ann: Yes, John, come in and join us.
Nick: Hi John
John: Hi!
Nick unfold a map of Central America and motions to John to come over. Nick points to Belieze.
Nick: That’s it. That’s where we going. (Pointing to a river on the map).
John: How do you know we will find any thing. I’m interested in finding King Zapata’s Treasure.
Nick: Look, last time I was down there I purchased this old map from a Shaman. (pointing to the old map on parchament)
John: How do you know it’s real. He could have been just making it all up. You know the jungle is a vast place down there.
Nick: Well, he told me the story handed down by his Grandfather and the map looks authentic. It only cost me $500.
John: That’s a well off Shaman. Let’s see, ten treasure hunter per month. Ten grand haul for the month, not bad. Did he have a Satellite Dish?
Nick: Yes, but they all do.
John: Ok, let’s get on with the plans. I will go down first and establish a base camp at our drop off point on the New River, assuming that where we are going.
Nick: Yes. Mary Ann will help you with permits and logistics.
Mary Ann: On it boss.
John and Mary Ann being to study the maps and been to make a list of equipment and supplies.
EXT. A MONTH LATER ON THE BANKS OF THE NEW RIVER – LATE EVENING
A small motorized dugout cruises along the banks of the New River. Suddenly a flury of arrows and spears fly from the jungle along the river bank. The dugout moves away from the bank and the arrows and spears fall harmlessly in the river. One or two arrow are stuck in the side of the boat. Nick stands up in the boat and shouts several commands in Spanish.
Nick: Alto! Mi Amigo! Alto!
Nick sits back down and the dugout continues puttering up the river.
John sits in a chair in front of a camp fire sipping on fresh steaming coffee. He is awaiting the arrival of Nick Jones, a competitor archeologist. A motorize dugout cruises up to a make shift dock. Out hops Nick.
Nick: Morning John, how are things? Making any progress? What’s with the angry natives. I thought this was a safe site.
John: Yes, it is. They are just blowing off steam cause they didn’t feel like they got enough compensation. Progress, you tell me, did you bring it? We will be lost without it.
Nick: Bring what? (Chuckling) I hope my secretary packed it? I told her to.
John: Damn you Nick. We can’t use the Stone and Rods without it.
Nick: I’m sure Mary Ann packed it. She was folding it up when I left the office. I sure it here in my travel bag.
John: Finding King Zapata’s treasure will be useless without that Map. With the winding trails, changes in elevations it will be like looking for a, “needle in a haystack.”
Nick: You have the Stone and Rods? Show me!
John crosses to a metal suitcase, places it on the camp table, and pops it open revealing a diamond shaped stone with two copper rods with eye pieces.
John: There you see, we kept safe till you got hear per our written agreement. Now where is the map?
Nick: Right here.
Nick opens his carry bag and pull out a folded piece of parchment. He unfolds it and places it on the camp table. John studies the map.
John: This doesn’t look like the original map you showed me months ago.
Nick: It is. It’s a copy, you don’t think I would bring an original to a snake and mosquito infested place like this. Besides, we could get jump by natives or bandits. They are already agitated about this.
John: Don’t be ridiculous. I’ve been out here for two month and haven’t seen another soul except the natives I have working for me, and they go home every evening. Are you sure she copied the correct map and not a cheap thing off the street. There are at least a dozen fakes floating around out there.
Nick: I’m sure it is. If it wasn’t I’m not sure you could even identify it as a fake. Why don’t you study it tonight by the camp light and plot us a path to the treasure if you can or is that out of you ability.
John: One more comment like that and I’m going to make you see stars.
Nick: Ha, ha, ha. Better bring your native helpers. Study the map and we will set out in the morning to find the treasure. I’m turning in. I had a hard day’s travel. Good night.
John: Good night. Be sure to shake out your shoes in the morning. Scorpions and Spiders you know.
Nick: I didn’t fall off the wagon yesterday. Good night
Nick enters the camp tent. John sits at the table examining the map. He holds it up to the camp light to make sure it’s not a forgery. He flips the map over several times.
John: At least it not a fake, I hope?(Mumbling)
Ext: Mountain Trail Head – Day
After hiking and climbing through the jungle for about an hour, John and Nick stumble into an opening containing Mayan figures and many unusual looking stones.
John: Quick, look at the map, do any of the figures match.
Nick: Map, what map, you had it last night.
John: Ok, ok, just wanted to get a rise out of you.
Nick: This is your warning. Nextime pow or maybe a Saw Rasp Viper. Careful what you do.
John lays out the map and begins to move the stone and rods over the map. Nothing seems to fit exactly right.
Nick: Let me see those. You’re not holding them right.
Nick holds them over the map like divining rods. They cross, sparks fly and ignite the Maps.
John and Nick frantically slap at the burning map. They get it out but there are several wholes in the map.
John: You idiot.
John punches Nick in the nose.
Nick: Ouch, why did you do that.
John: You deserved it for burning those holes in the Map. Now look what your have done.
John holds up the map. The morning light shines through and lines up on several statues. The ground begins to shake and rumble. A Grave covers opens up a grave pit revealing gold, diamonds, rubies and ancient gold coins. The top of the jewels are covered with slithering snakes. John pulls out a professional snake catcher and begins to put the snakes in a burlap bag. He collects the most poisioness ones first and then on to the harmless one.
John: Good thing there weren’t very many poisioness one.
Nick: Jackpot.
Nick picks up the diamond shape stone and hits John over the head and knock him out cold. Nick empties his back pack and greedly fills it with gold, jewels and coins. He drags John unconconse body into the grave. Nick takes the stone and places it against the eye of the statues. The grave closes over John body. Nick slings his back pack and begins walking back down the trail.
Nick: (Softly Singing) Hiho, hiho, it’s home from work we go.
We can hear the muffled screams of John.
John: Come back here you thief, conniving conman. The authorities will catch you.
Nick: And who in the hell is going to tell them. Not me. Ha, Ha! And your in no position too.
Nick, with his shoulders back and a bounce in his step continues down the trail whistling.haracters
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Henry Kana QE Scene 2 (Max Interest Techniques-Rev 3)
Logline: Two Archelogist hunt for ancient treasure which cause one to lose his life in the search
Essence: One treasure hunter takes advantage of another.
INT. HOUSTON MUSEUM OF ARCHOLOGY – CONFERENCE ROOM –DAY
Nick and Mary Ann are studying several maps on the conference room table.
Nick: I want you to make copies of all of these maps, especially the ones that show the existing temples, pyramids and grave yards. I don’t want John to get his hands on the originals. The more we keep between ourselves the better chance we stand to pull this off.
John sticks his head in the door way crack.
John: I am in the right place, Mrs. Livingston, I presume? (smiling)
Mary Ann: Yes, John, come in and join us.
Nick: Hi John
John: Hi!
Nick unfold a map of Central America and motions to John to come over. Nick points to Belieze.
Nick: That’s it. That’s where we going. (Pointing to a river on the map).
John: How do you know we will find any thing. I’m interested in finding King Zapata’s Treasure.
Nick: Look, last time I was down there I purchased this old map from a Shaman. (pointing to the old map on parchament)
John: How do you know it’s real. He could have been just making it all up. You know the jungle is a vast place down there.
Nick: Well, he told me the story handed down by his Grandfather and the map looks authentic. It only cost me $500.
John: That’s a well off Shaman. Let’s see, ten treasure hunter per month. Ten grand haul for the month, not bad. Did he have a Satellite Dish?
Nick: Yes, but they all do.
John: Ok, let’s get on with the plans. I will go down first and establish a base camp at our drop off point on the New River, assuming that where we are going.
Nick: Yes. Mary Ann will help you with permits and logistics.
Mary Ann: On it boss.
John and Mary Ann being to study the maps and been to make a list of equipment and supplies.
EXT. A MONTH LATER ON THE BANKS OF THE NEW RIVER – LATE EVENING
A small motorized dugout cruises along the banks of the New River. Suddenly a flury of arrows and spears fly from the jungle along the river bank. The dugout moves away from the bank and the arrows and spears fall harmlessly in the river. One or two arrow are stuck in the side of the boat. Nick stands up in the boat and shouts several commands in Spanish.
Nick: Alto! Mi Amigo! Alto!
Nick sits back down and the dugout continues puttering up the river.
John sits in a chair in front of a camp fire sipping on fresh steaming coffee. He is awaiting the arrival of Nick Jones, a competitor archeologist. A motorize dugout cruises up to a make shift dock. Out hops Nick.
Nick: Morning John, how are things? Making any progress? What’s with the angry natives. I thought this was a safe site.
John: Yes, it is. They are just blowing off steam cause they didn’t feel like they got enough compensation. Progress, you tell me, did you bring it? We will be lost without it.
Nick: Bring what? (Chuckling) I hope my secretary packed it? I told her to.
John: Damn you Nick. We can’t use the Stone and Rods without it.
Nick: I’m sure Mary Ann packed it. She was folding it up when I left the office. I sure it here in my travel bag.
John: Finding King Zapata’s treasure will be useless without that Map. With the winding trails, changes in elevations it will be like looking for a, “needle in a haystack.”
Nick: You have the Stone and Rods? Show me!
John crosses to a metal suitcase, places it on the camp table, and pops it open revealing a diamond shaped stone with two copper rods with eye pieces.
John: There you see, we kept safe till you got hear per our written agreement. Now where is the map?
Nick: Right here.
Nick opens his carry bag and pull out a folded piece of parchment. He unfolds it and places it on the camp table. John studies the map.
John: This doesn’t look like the original map you showed me months ago.
Nick: It is. It’s a copy, you don’t think I would bring an original to a snake and mosquito infested place like this. Besides, we could get jump by natives or bandits. They are already agitated about this.
John: Don’t be ridiculous. I’ve been out here for two month and haven’t seen another soul except the natives I have working for me, and they go home every evening. Are you sure she copied the correct map and not a cheap thing off the street. There are at least a dozen fakes floating around out there.
Nick: I’m sure it is. If it wasn’t I’m not sure you could even identify it as a fake. Why don’t you study it tonight by the camp light and plot us a path to the treasure if you can or is that out of you ability.
John: One more comment like that and I’m going to make you see stars.
Nick: Ha, ha, ha. Better bring your native helpers. Study the map and we will set out in the morning to find the treasure. I’m turning in. I had a hard day’s travel. Good night.
John: Good night. Be sure to shake out your shoes in the morning. Scorpions and Spiders you know.
Nick: I didn’t fall off the wagon yesterday. Good night
Nick enters the camp tent. John sits at the table examining the map. He holds it up to the camp light to make sure it’s not a forgery. He flips the map over several times.
John: At least it not a fake, I hope?(Mumbling)
Ext: Mountain Trail Head – Day
After hiking and climbing through the jungle for about an hour, John and Nick stumble into an opening containing Mayan figures and many unusual looking stones.
John: Quick, look at the map, do any of the figures match.
Nick: Map, what map, you had it last night.
John: Ok, ok, just wanted to get a rise out of you.
Nick: This is your warning. Nextime pow or maybe a Saw Rasp Viper. Careful what you do.
John lays out the map and begins to move the stone and rods over the map. Nothing seems to fit exactly right.
Nick: Let me see those. You’re not holding them right.
Nick holds them over the map like divining rods. They cross, sparks fly and ignite the Maps.
John and Nick frantically slap at the burning map. They get it out but there are several wholes in the map.
John: You idiot.
John punches Nick in the nose.
Nick: Ouch, why did you do that.
John: You deserved it for burning those holes in the Map. Now look what your have done.
John holds up the map. The morning light shines through and lines up on several statues. The ground begins to shake and rumble. A Grave covers opens up a grave pit revealing gold, diamonds, rubies and ancient gold coins. The top of the jewels are covered with slithering snakes. John pulls out a professional snake catcher and begins to put the snakes in a burlap bag. He collects the most poisioness ones first and then on to the harmless one.
John: Good thing there weren’t very many poisioness one.
Nick: Jackpot.
Nick picks up the diamond shape stone and hits John over the head and knock him out cold. Nick empties his back pack and greedly fills it with gold, jewels and coins. He drags John unconconse body into the grave. Nick takes the stone and places it against the eye of the statues. The grave closes over John body. Nick slings his back pack and begins walking back down the trail.
Nick: (Softly Singing) Hiho, hiho, it’s home from work we go.
We can hear the muffled screams of John.
John: Come back here you thief, conniving conman. The authorities will catch you.
Nick: And who in the hell is going to tell them. Not me. Ha, Ha! And your in no position too.
Nick, with his shoulders back and a bounce in his step continues down the trail whistling.
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What I have learned from this is utilizing Maximum Interest Techniques will make your script vibrant, exciting and keep the audiences attention.
Henry Kana QE Scene 2 (Max Interest Techniques-Rev 3)
Logline: Two Archelogist hunt for ancient treasure which cause one to lose his life in the search
Essence: One treasure hunter takes advantage of another.
INT. HOUSTON MUSEUM OF ARCHOLOGY – CONFERENCE ROOM –DAY
Nick and Mary Ann are studying several maps on the conference room table.
Nick: I want you to make copies of all of these maps, especially the ones that show the existing temples, pyramids and grave yards. I don’t want John to get his hands on the originals. The more we keep between ourselves the better chance we stand to pull this off.
John sticks his head in the door way crack.
John: I am in the right place, Mrs. Livingston, I presume? (smiling)
Mary Ann: Yes, John, come in and join us.
Nick: Hi John
John: Hi!
Nick unfold a map of Central America and motions to John to come over. Nick points to Belieze.
Nick: That’s it. That’s where we going. (Pointing to a river on the map).
John: How do you know we will find any thing. I’m interested in finding King Zapata’s Treasure.
Nick: Look, last time I was down there I purchased this old map from a Shaman. (pointing to the old map on parchament)
John: How do you know it’s real. He could have been just making it all up. You know the jungle is a vast place down there.
Nick: Well, he told me the story handed down by his Grandfather and the map looks authentic. It only cost me $500.
John: That’s a well off Shaman. Let’s see, ten treasure hunter per month. Ten grand haul for the month, not bad. Did he have a Satellite Dish?
Nick: Yes, but they all do.
John: Ok, let’s get on with the plans. I will go down first and establish a base camp at our drop off point on the New River, assuming that where we are going.
Nick: Yes. Mary Ann will help you with permits and logistics.
Mary Ann: On it boss.
John and Mary Ann being to study the maps and been to make a list of equipment and supplies.
EXT. A MONTH LATER ON THE BANKS OF THE NEW RIVER – LATE EVENING
A small motorized dugout cruises along the banks of the New River. Suddenly a flury of arrows and spears fly from the jungle along the river bank. The dugout moves away from the bank and the arrows and spears fall harmlessly in the river. One or two arrow are stuck in the side of the boat. Nick stands up in the boat and shouts several commands in Spanish.
Nick: Alto! Mi Amigo! Alto!
Nick sits back down and the dugout continues puttering up the river.
John sits in a chair in front of a camp fire sipping on fresh steaming coffee. He is awaiting the arrival of Nick Jones, a competitor archeologist. A motorize dugout cruises up to a make shift dock. Out hops Nick.
Nick: Morning John, how are things? Making any progress? What’s with the angry natives. I thought this was a safe site.
John: Yes, it is. They are just blowing off steam cause they didn’t feel like they got enough compensation. Progress, you tell me, did you bring it? We will be lost without it.
Nick: Bring what? (Chuckling) I hope my secretary packed it? I told her to.
John: Damn you Nick. We can’t use the Stone and Rods without it.
Nick: I’m sure Mary Ann packed it. She was folding it up when I left the office. I sure it here in my travel bag.
John: Finding King Zapata’s treasure will be useless without that Map. With the winding trails, changes in elevations it will be like looking for a, “needle in a haystack.”
Nick: You have the Stone and Rods? Show me!
John crosses to a metal suitcase, places it on the camp table, and pops it open revealing a diamond shaped stone with two copper rods with eye pieces.
John: There you see, we kept safe till you got hear per our written agreement. Now where is the map?
Nick: Right here.
Nick opens his carry bag and pull out a folded piece of parchment. He unfolds it and places it on the camp table. John studies the map.
John: This doesn’t look like the original map you showed me months ago.
Nick: It is. It’s a copy, you don’t think I would bring an original to a snake and mosquito infested place like this. Besides, we could get jump by natives or bandits. They are already agitated about this.
John: Don’t be ridiculous. I’ve been out here for two month and haven’t seen another soul except the natives I have working for me, and they go home every evening. Are you sure she copied the correct map and not a cheap thing off the street. There are at least a dozen fakes floating around out there.
Nick: I’m sure it is. If it wasn’t I’m not sure you could even identify it as a fake. Why don’t you study it tonight by the camp light and plot us a path to the treasure if you can or is that out of you ability.
John: One more comment like that and I’m going to make you see stars.
Nick: Ha, ha, ha. Better bring your native helpers. Study the map and we will set out in the morning to find the treasure. I’m turning in. I had a hard day’s travel. Good night.
John: Good night. Be sure to shake out your shoes in the morning. Scorpions and Spiders you know.
Nick: I didn’t fall off the wagon yesterday. Good night
Nick enters the camp tent. John sits at the table examining the map. He holds it up to the camp light to make sure it’s not a forgery. He flips the map over several times.
John: At least it not a fake, I hope?(Mumbling)
Ext: Mountain Trail Head – Day
After hiking and climbing through the jungle for about an hour, John and Nick stumble into an opening containing Mayan figures and many unusual looking stones.
John: Quick, look at the map, do any of the figures match.
Nick: Map, what map, you had it last night.
John: Ok, ok, just wanted to get a rise out of you.
Nick: This is your warning. Nextime pow or maybe a Saw Rasp Viper. Careful what you do.
John lays out the map and begins to move the stone and rods over the map. Nothing seems to fit exactly right.
Nick: Let me see those. You’re not holding them right.
Nick holds them over the map like divining rods. They cross, sparks fly and ignite the Maps.
John and Nick frantically slap at the burning map. They get it out but there are several wholes in the map.
John: You idiot.
John punches Nick in the nose.
Nick: Ouch, why did you do that.
John: You deserved it for burning those holes in the Map. Now look what your have done.
John holds up the map. The morning light shines through and lines up on several statues. The ground begins to shake and rumble. A Grave covers opens up a grave pit revealing gold, diamonds, rubies and ancient gold coins. The top of the jewels are covered with slithering snakes. John pulls out a professional snake catcher and begins to put the snakes in a burlap bag. He collects the most poisioness ones first and then on to the harmless one.
John: Good thing there weren’t very many poisioness one.
Nick: Jackpot.
Nick picks up the diamond shape stone and hits John over the head and knock him out cold. Nick empties his back pack and greedly fills it with gold, jewels and coins. He drags John unconconse body into the grave. Nick takes the stone and places it against the eye of the statues. The grave closes over John body. Nick slings his back pack and begins walking back down the trail.
Nick: (Softly Singing) Hiho, hiho, it’s home from work we go.
We can hear the muffled screams of John.
John: Come back here you thief, conniving conman. The authorities will catch you.
Nick: And who in the hell is going to tell them. Not me. Ha, Ha! And your in no position too.
Nick, with his shoulders back and a bounce in his step continues down the trail whistling.
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Henry Kana QE Scene 2 (Max Interest Techniques-Rev 2)
Logline: Two Archelogist hunt for ancient treasure which cause one to lose his life in the search
Essence: One treasure hunter takes advantage of another.
EXT. ON THE BANKS OF THE NEW RIVER – LATE EVENING
A small motorized dugout cruises along the banks of the New River. Suddenly a flury of arrows and spears fly from the jungle along the river bank. The dugout moves away from the bank and the arrows and spears fall harmlessly in the river. One or two arrow are stuck in the side of the boat. Nick stands up in the boat and shout several commands in Spanish.
Nick: Alto! Mi Amego! Alto!
Nick sits back down and the dugout continues puttering up the river.
John sits in a chair in front of a camp fire sipping on fresh steaming coffee. He is awaiting the arrival of Nick Jones, a competitor archeologist. A motorize dugout cruises up to a make shift dock. Out hops Nick.
Nick: Morning John, how are things? Making any progress? What’s with the angry natives. I thought this was a safe site.
John: Yes, it is. They are just blowing off steam cause they didn’t feel like they got enough compensation. Progress, you tell me, did you bring it? We will be lost without it.
Nick: Bring what? (Chuckling) I hope my secretary packed it? I told her to.
John: Damn you Nick. We can’t use the Stone and Rods without it.
Nick: I’m sure Mary Ann packed it. She was folding it up when I left the office. I sure it here in my travel bag.
John: Finding King Zapata’s treasure will be useless without that Map. With the winding trails, changes in elevations it will be like looking for a, “needle in a haystack.”
Nick: You have the Stone and Rods? Show me!
John crosses to a metal suitcase, places it on the camp table, and pops it open revealing a diamond shaped stone with two copper rods with eye pieces.
John: There you see, we kept safe till you got hear per our written agreement. Now where is the map?
Nick: Right here.
Nick opens his carry bag and pull out a folded piece of parchment. He unfolds it and places it on the camp table. John studies the map.
John: This doesn’t look like the original map you showed me months ago.
Nick: It is. It’s a copy, you don’t think I would bring an original to a snake and mosquito infested place like this. Besides, we could get jump by natives or bandits. They are already agitated about this.
John: Don’t be ridiculous. I’ve been out here for two month and haven’t seen another soul except the natives I have working for me, and they go home every evening. Are you sure she copied the correct map and not a cheap thing off the street. There are at least a dozen fakes floating around out there.
Nick: I’m sure it is. If it wasn’t I’m not sure you could even identify it as a fake. Why don’t you study it tonight by the camp light and plot us a path to the treasure if you can or is that out of you ability.
John: One more comment like that and I’m going to make you see stars.
Nick: Ha, ha, ha. Better bring your native helpers. Study the map and we will set out in the morning to find the treasure. I’m turning in. I had a hard day’s travel. Good night.
John: Good night. Be sure to shake out your shoes in the morning. Scorpions and Spiders you know.
Nick: I didn’t fall off the wagon yesterday. Good night
Nick enters the camp tent. John sits at the table examining the map. He holds it up to the camp light to make sure it’s not a forgery. He flips the map over several times.
John: At least it not a fake, I hope?(Mumbling)
Ext: Mountain Trail Head – Day
After hiking and climbing through the jungle for about an hour, John and Nick stumble into an opening containing Mayan figures and many unusual looking stones.
John: Quick, look at the map, do any of the figures match.
Nick: Map, what map, you had it last night.
John: Ok, ok, just wanted to get a rise out of you.
Nick: This is your warning. Nextime pow or maybe a Saw Rasp Viper. Careful what you do.
John lays out the map and begins to move the stone and rods over the map. Nothing seems to fit exactly right.
Nick: Let me see those. You’re not holding them right.
Nick holds them over the map like divining rods. They cross, sparks fly and ignite the Maps.
John and Nick frantically slap at the burning map. They get it out but there are several wholes in the map.
John: You idiot.
John punches Nick in the nose.
Nick: Ouch, why did you do that.
John: You deserved it for burning those holes in the Map. Now look what your have done.
John holds up the map. The morning light shines through and lines up on several statues. The ground begins to shake and rumble. A Grave covers opens up a grave pit revealing gold, diamonds, rubies and ancient gold coins. The top of the jewels are covered with slithering snakes. John pulls out a professional snake catcher and begins to put the snakes in a burlap bag. He collects the most poisioness ones first and then on to the harmless one.
John: Good thing there weren’t very many poisioness one.
Nick: Jackpot.
Nick picks up the diamond shape stone and hits John over the head and knock him out cold. Nick empties his back pack and greedly fills it with gold, jewels and coins. He drags John unconconse body into the grave. Nick takes the stone and places it against the eye of the statues. The grave closes over John body. Nick slings his back pack and begins walking back down the trail.
Nick: (Softly Singing) Hiho, hiho, it’s home from work we go.
We can hear the muffled screams of John.
John: Come back here you thief, conniving conman. The authorities will catch you.
Nick: And who in the hell is going to tell them. Not me. Ha, Ha! And your in no position too.
Nick, with his shoulders back and a bounce in his step continues down the trail whisteling.
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Henry Kana QE Scene 2
Logline: Two Archelogist hunt for ancient treasure which cause one to lose his life in the search
Essence: One treasure hunter takes advantage of another.
EXT. ON THE BANKS OF THE NEW RIVER – LATE EVENING
John sits in a chair in front of a camp fire sipping on fresh steaming coffee. He is awaiting the arrival of Nick Jones, a competitor archeologist. A motorize dugout cruises up to a make shift dock. Out hops Nick.
Nick: Morning John, how are things? Making any progress?
John: No, did you bring it?
Nick: Bring what? (Chuckling) I hope my secretary packed it? I told her to.
John: Damn you Nick. We can’t use the Stone and Rods without it.
Nick: I’m sure Mary Ann packed it. She was folding it up when I left the office. I sure it here in my travel bag.
John: Finding King Zapata’s treasure will be useless without that Map. With the winding trails, changes in elevations it will be like looking for a, “needle in a haystack.”
Nick: You have the Stone and Rods? Show me!
John crosses to a metal suitcase, places it on the camp table, and pops it open revealing a diamond shaped stone with two copper rods with eye pieces.
John: There you see, we kept safe till you got hear per our written agreement. Now where is the map?
Nick: Right here.
Nick opens his carry bag and pull out a folded piece of parchment. He unfolds it and places it on the camp table. John studies the map.
John: This doesn’t look like the original map you showed me months ago.
Nick: It is. It’s a copy, you don’t think I would bring an original to a snake and mosquito infested place like this. Besides, we could get jump by natives or bandits.
John: Don’t be ridiculous. I’ve been out here for two month and haven’t seen another soul except the natives I have working for me, and they go home every evening. Are you sure she copied the correct map and not cheap thing off the street.
Nick: I’m sure it is. If it wasn’t I’m not sure you could even identify it as a fake. Why don’t you study it tonight by the camp light and plot us a path to the treasure if you can or is that out of you ability.
John: One more comment like that and I’m going to make you see stars.
Nick: Ha, ha, ha. Better bring your native helpers. Study the map and we will set out in the morning to find the treasure. I’m turning in. Had a hard day’s travel. Good night.
John: Good night. Be sure to shake out your shoes in the morning. Scorpions you know.
Nick: I didn’t fall off the wagon yesterday. Good night
Nick enters the camp tent. John sits at the table examining the map. He holds it up to the camp light to make sure it’s not a forgery. He flips the map over several times.
John: At least it not a fake. (Mumbling)
Ext: Mountain Trail Head – Day
After hiking and climbing through the jungle for about an hour, John and Nick stumble into an opening containing Mayan figures.
John: Quick, look at the map, do any of the figures match.
Nick: Map, what map, you had it last night.
John: Ok, ok, just wanted to get a rise out of you.
Nick: This is your warning. Nextime Pow!
John lays out the map and begins to move the stone and rods over the map. Nothing seems to fit exactly right.
Nick: Let me see those. You’re not holding them right.
Nick holds them over the map like divining rods. They cross, sparks fly and ignite the Maps.
John and Nick frantically slap at the burning map. The get it out but there are several wholes in the map.
John: You idiot.
John punches Nick in the nose.
Nick: Ouch, why did you do that.
John: You deserved it for burning those holes in the Map. Now look what your have done.
John holds up the map. The morning light shines through and lines up on several statues. Grave covers opening up a grave revealing gold, diamonds, rubies and ancient gold coins.
Nick: Jackpot.
Nick picks up the diamond shape stone and hits John over the head and knock him out cold. Nick empties his back pack and greedly fills it with gold, jewls and coins. He drags John unconconse body into the grave. Nick takes the stone and places it against the eye of the statues. The grave closes over John body. Nick slings his back pack and begins walking back down the trail.
Nick: (Softly Singing) Hiho, hiho, it’s home from work we go.
We can hear the muffled screams of John.
John: Come back here you thief, conniving conman.
Nick, with his shoulders back and a bounce in his step continues down the trail whisteling.
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Interesting choices with the S&M girls and the suprise twist. Interesting change of direction with the arrest and handcuffs.
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Nice change of cars at the end to show he’s not as wealthy as he makes out to be.
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Very Interesting Scene settting. I never would have tought of it that way. Just assuming the back room was the water and the fight was the fish. Henry
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Henry Revises the Scene
EXT. STABLE WALKWAY – DAY
Robert sits on a bench outside the half door of a horse stall at the Three Seasons Stables. Trent approaches the stall. The horse in the stall neighs.
Trent: Can you get my horse read for a run on the Track?
Robert: What do you think I am, your stable boy?
Trent: You know, if you helped just a little, maybe I could cut you in on the next purse.
Robert: That old hagg will never win a purse it ain’t no Sea Biscuit. Besides, you still back own the Stable 50K. When are you going to commit to paying the bill?
Trent: You don’t know that. Look, you wouldn’t even be hear if it wasn’t for your daddy and my generosity.
Robert: What do you mean?
Trent: Well, I got you off those doping allegations with the racing commission.
Robert: That was trumped up bull shit and you know it. If you want tack, get it yourself, it’s in the back equipment room.
Trent: Ok, but I’ll need your help. Not sure which ones are mine.
Trent and Robert head for the Back Equipment Room. Trent enters the Equipment Room followed by Robert. Trent reachs for a bridal and reins. Robert grabs a shovel. Wack, knock Trent to the ground.
Trent staggers but keeps his balance. He wheels and looks at Robert.
Trent: What the fuck was that for?
Robert: That was for the way you set me up at the last Managers meeting.
Trent reaches behind his head and with draws a bloody hand. He winches with pain.
Trent grabs a pitchfork and the two dual like two knights in a mid-evil duel. Trent lunges at Robert with the pitchfork. Robert slaps it down with the shovel. He swings and hit Trent in the side of the head with a blow that doubles him over.
Trent: I think you’re trying to kill me.
Trent is now sitting on the hay in the equipment room. He’s gasping for breath. Blood is running from his nose and down his chin.
Robert: You deserved a good ass whopping, you know that.
Trent: No I don’t.
Trent grabs the pitchfork and hurls it straight at Roberts mid section. Thud, the pitchfork hits Robert in the stomach. Robert screams and crumples to the floor holding on to the pitchfork.
Trent: Sorry buddy, but you had it coming. No one does that to me and gets away with it.
Trent and Robert sit there looking and each other bleeding. Trent reaches in his pocket and pulls out his cell phone. He dials 911.
911 Operator: What’s your emergency?
Trent: There’s been an accident at the Three Seasons Stables.
911 Operator: What’s your location?
Trent: 100 Oak Tree Lane, we’re in the Equipment Room in the Stables.
911 Operator: Ok Sir, don’t hang up. The Ambulance has been dispatched and will be there in 5 mins.
Trent: Please hurry, we may both die.
Hearing the squabble, stable hands run into the equipment room.
Stable Hand #1: What the hell?
Treant: We had a little disagreement and decided to whip each other ass. I called the Ambulance.
Stable Hand #2: I’ll go show them the way in.
Trent: Yes, Roberts going to need more help than me.
Stable Hand #2 leaves the equipment room.
Robert grimacing with pain looks at Trent. They both laugh.
Robert: If with make it out of the alive. You owe me a beer.
Trent: You got it.
Ambulance attendants arrive and transport the men to the Hospital.
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EXT. STABLE WALKWAY – DAY
Robert sets on a bench outside the half door of a horse stall. Trent approaches the stall. The horse in the stall neighs.
Trent: Can you get my horse read for a run on the Track?
Robert: What do you think I am. Your stable boy?
Trent: You know, if you helped just a little, maybe I could cut you in on the next purse.
Robert: That old hagg will never win a purse.
Trent: You don’t know that. Besides you wouldn’t even be hear if it wasn’t for your daddy and my generosity.
Robert: What do you mean?
Trent: Well, I got you off those doping allegations
Robert: That was trumped up bull shit and you know it. If you want tack, get it yourself, it’s in the back equipment room.
Trent: Ok, but I’ll need your help. Not sure which ones are mine.
Trent and Robert head for the Back Equipment Room. Trent enters the Equipment Room followed by Robert. Trent reach for a bridal and reins. Robert grabs a shovel. Wack, knock Trent to the ground.
Trent staggers but keeps his balance. He wheels and looks at Robert.
Trent: What the fuck was that for?
Trent reaches behind his head and with draws a bloody hand.
Trent grabs a pitchfork and the two dual like two knights in a mid-evil duel. Trent lunges at Robert with the pitchfork. Robert slaps it down with the shovel. He swings and hit Trent in the side of the head with a blow that doubles him over.
Trent: I think you’re trying to kill me.
Trent is now sitting on the hay in the equipment room. He’s gasping for breath. Blood is running from his nose and down his chin.
Robert: You deserved a good ass whopping, you know that.
Trent: No I don’t.
Trent grabs the pitchfork and hurls it straight at Roberts mid section.
Thud, the pitchfork hits Robert in the stomach. Robert screams and crumples to the floor holding on to the pitchfork.
Trent: Sorry buddy, but you had it coming.
Trent and Robert sit there looking and each other bleeding. Trent reaches in his pocket and pulls out his cell phone. He dials 911.
911 Operator: What’s your emergency?
Trent: There’s been an accident at the Three Seasons Stables.
911 Operator: What’s your location?
Trent: 100 Oak Tree Lane, we’re in the Equipment Room in the Stables.
911 Operator: Ok Sir, don’t hang up. The Ambulance has been dispatched and will be there in 5 mins.
Trent: Please hurry, we may both die.
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Henry Kana Max Interest Part 1
What I’ve learned that is improving my writing is utilizing Interest Techniques to spark interest of the viewers and to make the words jump off the page.
The Scene where Miko and Father Thomas arrive at the Hotel for Father Thomas’s 50<sup>th</sup> Class reunion.
Essence: Miko is still worried about Father Thomas’s nonchalant attitude towards his dreams.
Interest Techniques: 1) Uncertinty – Fear/Hope; 2) Intrigue; 3) Surprise.
New Logline: Miko attempts to convince Father Thomas that his dreams could come true and they may need to face the Devil soon.
INT. HOTEL – EARLY EVENING
Miko and Father Thomas wait in the Lobby of the Hotel awaity the arrival of Allen, Betty and Linda. Allen, Betty and Linda pull up in Allen’s Mercedes Benz Coup.
Miko: Are those the Devils souls?
Father Thomas: Don’t be ridiculous Miko, nothings going to happen.
Miko: But you said their were three classmates in your dream.
Father Thomas: Yes, but it just a dream.
Miko: Never trust the Devil, he will make it come true.
Father Thomas: Not so, let me introduce you to my classmates:
Allen, Betty and Linda approach Father Thomas and Miko.
Father Thomas: Miko, this is Linda, Betty and Allen.
Miko shakes his goard rattle.
Miko: Gumbato, No Diablo Aqui. Nice to meet you.
Betty: Are you a real Witchdoctor? Are you going to put us in a Pot of Boiling Water? What was that about the Devil? You aren’t going to try and sell our souls to the Devil?
Miko: We don’t do those pagan things anymore.
Father Thomas: Don’t be silly. He thinks the Devil is coming.
Allen, Betty, Linda and Father Thomas laugh in unison.
All: Ha, ha, ha, ha!
Father Thomas: Let’s go have some fun and see old classmates.
They head off to follow the signs to the reunion.
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Henry Kana Profiles People
What I learn that is improving my writing is People have all different types and varity of traits, some normal, some good, some bad and some that are extreme.
Person 1. (Mary)
Kind, Sweet, Helpful, but if she doesn’t get her way, she will stab you in the back.
Person 2. (Marvin)
Arrogant, Deceitful, Out for what he can get out of it.
Person 3. Tilly
Lush, Kind, Alcoholic, Can’t keep her hands off men.
Yes, I have interacted with each one of these and they are very true to their Character Traits.
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Henry Kana: Puts Essence Work Assignment #2
What I’ve learned is: Essence can be spread over Content, Characters and Dialog. It brings the story to life and makes it jump off the page.
The Script I choose: “Witchdoctor”
Scene 1: Act 1
Logline: Miko listens to Father Thomas with his dreams.
Essence: The Devil is coming to collect his friends souls
New Logline: Miko helps Father Thomas fight the dream of the Devil.
Scene 2: Act 1
Logline: Allen attempts to avoid detention after school.
Essence: High school is a difficult time and Allen tries his best to stay out of trouble.
Logline: Allen sweet talks Puttermeyer into a excuse slip to keep him out of detention.
Scene 3: Act 2
Logline: Betty, a virgin, attempts to buy condoms for potential sex at Devil’s Pocket.
Essence: A trip to Devil’s Pocket could results in some heavy foreplay and sex.
Logline: Betty learns she not very worldly and is only a naive teenager.
Scene 4: Act 3
Logline: The teenager encounter a bonfire and dancer at Devil’s Pocket
Essence: The Devil appears and claims the souls of three of the Teenagers.
Logline: Thomas chickens out and never joins the dancer and his friends.
Scene 5: Act 3
Logline: Father Thomas confronts the Devil at his Reunion.
Essence: Father Thomas has to fight the Devil to save his friends Souls.
Logline: Miko joins Father Thomas in his fatal fight against the Devil.
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Name: Henry G Kana
The # of Scripts: I have written 4 Features, 3 Shorts and working on a 5th Feature. One of my Action films won 1st place at a Film Festival and one Short has placed as Finalist three times.
The Class: I am hoping to learn additional writing skills that will my Scripts to World Renoun Features and Short. Hopefully some of them will be made into Films.
Some things Unique: I am retired from my “Day Job” as a Safety Engineer, but I have been Acting since 1983. My first Acting gig was a National Coke Commerical and I star as the “Wounded Bank Guard” in the Renoun DMX music video, “Party Up”. My Creativity comes to me like a lightning bolt described as the “Jolt of Creativity.” I hand worte 50 pages of my first Screenplay in the middle of the night from 1am to 4am. It naturally flowed as through I was in a transe. Best wishes to all my fellow writers and “Break a Leg”. Henry
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(Henry Kana) Finds the Essence
What I learned from this is that Scripts for Directing Film and greatly vary and have a total different look from original scripts and those submitted for Film Festival. Essense and subtext are the key to making them great.
Script 1 choose: “American Beauty”
Scene 1 Location: INT. SALE HOUSE – MOMENTS LATER
Logline: Real Estate Agent stripps down to clean house in hope of a sale.
Essence: Failing Real Estate Sales person uses mantras to help her attempt to sell a worthless house.
Scene 2 Location: EXT. HIGH SCHOOL CAMPUS – A SHORT TIME LATER
Logline: Teenage girls boast about having sex.
Essence: None of them have had sex.
Scene 3 Location: EXT. HOTEL – LATER
Logline: Ricky and Lester become friends and smoke a joint.
Essence: Lester realizes that Ricky is his next door Drug dealer.
Scene 4 Location: INT. BURNHAM HOUSE – JANE’S ROOM
Logline: Ricky and Jane come together to confront Angela’s ordinary person life.
Essence: Jane realizes she is beautiful and is not an ordinary person.
Scene 5 Location: INT. BURNHAM HOUSE – FAMILY ROOM
Logline: Lester thinks he is about to score with Angela.
Essence: Angela admits she is not the worldy woman she portrays to be.
Scene 5 choice: INT. BURNHAM HOUSE – FAMILY ROOM – CONTINUOUS
Lester starts unbuttoning Angela’s blouse. She seems disconnected from what’s happening. Lester pulls her blouse open, exposing her breasts.
Lester looks down at her, grinning, unable to believe he’s actually about to do what he’s dreamed of so many times, and then…
ANGELA
This is my first time.
Lester LAUGHS.
LESTER
You’re kidding.
ANGELA
(a whisper)
I’m sorry.
A beat. Lester looks down at her, his grin fading.
His POV: Angela lies beneath us, embarrassed and vulnerable. This is not the mythically carnal creature of Lester’s fantasies; this is a nervous child.
ANGELA (CONT’D)
I still want to do it… I just thought I should tell you… in case you wondered why I wasn’t… better.
Lester’s face falls. There’s no way he’s going to go through with this now.
ANGELA (CONT’D)
(confused)
What’s wrong? I thought you said I was beautiful.
LESTER
(tenderly)
You are beautiful.
He grabs a blanket from the back of the couch and drapes it around her shoulders, covering her nakedness.
LESTER (CONT’D)
You are so beautiful… and I would be a very lucky man…
He smiles and shakes his head. Humiliated, Angela starts to cry.
ANGELA
I feel so stupid.
LESTER
Don’t.
He hugs her, letting her put her head on his shoulder, stroking her hair and rocking her gently.
ANGELA
I’m sorry.
Lester takes her by the shoulders and looks at her, serious.
LESTER
You have nothing to be sorry about.
But she keeps crying. Lester hugs her again. We HEAR a loud CLAP of THUNDER outside.
LESTER (CONT’D)
(smiles)
It’s okay. Everything’s okay.
EXT. ROBIN HOOD TRAIL – MOMENTS LATER
The Mercedes pulls onto Robin Hood Trail.
INT. MERCEDES-BENZ ML320 – CONTINUOUS
CLOSE on Carolyn’s eyes,
The thing that impressed me the most is this film was written and produced well ahead of it’s time. Introducing two dysfunctional families, children and adults. Their lives intertwinded with drugs, sex and introduction of closet homosexuality and failed admission of homosesexuality with an explosive surprise ending.
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(Henry Kana) Finds the Essence
Script 1 choose: “American Beauty”
Scene 1 Location: INT. SALE HOUSE – MOMENTS LATER
Logline: Real Estate Agent stripps down to clean house in hope of a sale.
Essence: Failing Real Estate Sales person uses mantras to help her attempt to sell a worthless house.
Scene 2 Location: EXT. HIGH SCHOOL CAMPUS – A SHORT TIME LATER
Logline: Teenage girls boast about having sex.
Essence: None of them have had sex.
Scene 3 Location: EXT. HOTEL – LATER
Logline: Ricky and Lester become friends and smoke a joint.
Essence: Lester realizes that Ricky is his next door Drug dealer.
Scene 4 Location: INT. BURNHAM HOUSE – JANE’S ROOM
Logline: Ricky and Jane come together to confront Angela’s ordinary person life.
Essence: Jane realizes she is beautiful and is not an ordinary person.
Scene 5 Location: INT. BURNHAM HOUSE – FAMILY ROOM
Logline: Lester thinks he is about to score with Angela.
Essence: Angela admits she is not the worldy woman she portrays to be.
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I agree with the forum. Henry Kana