Oh man… This could be a never-ending gobstopper of a task for me. Honestly, I’d be flattered if they stole one of my Black Roses… Actually, now that I think about it… I finally got the rights to my script back. Well, on the 17th of March the rights are reverted to me, but whatever… The script I’m getting back is a complete mess since I was forced to rewrite it until it was a fucking disaster and everyone in town turned it down. That’s why I write novels now, since I will never let someone else play with my toys again.
When I was young, I visited Iran all the time. At one point in time, traveling from Shiraz to the capital, Tehran, some soldiers told my aunt she couldn’t take the fruit she had picked with her on the hour long flight to Tehran. The soldiers essentially just wanted to steal the fruit she had grown for themselves, so she threw them in the trash in front of them and then spit on them, just on principle. If she couldn’t have them, neither could they. That’s why I post everything I write. If I can’t guarantee I’ll have what I create, then no one fucking can. As long as my IP or creations are free for everyone, they can’t be taken away from me. Now, with the IP I’m about to get back, I don’t want the story to exist anymore. It’s all too painful. So, I’ll give IO my characters from that script for free. I know they’d rock my world with what they’d do with them if they were interested.
http://www.bluecatscreenplay.com/blog/2015-top-ten-percent-features-2/ - That’s from a few years ago when the script was called AMONG SAVAGES. I changed it to FIRE IN HER BLOOD, then BELOW PARADISE. The director kept FIHB as the title and essentially ruined everything that worked about the script without my consent, essentially making me rewrite the stuff that shined and then rewriting a massive amount of the script without telling me, since he essentially told me to let him do his part… Which was when everything began to collapse… It’s a long story.
My crew of villains consists of a family of elitist Swiss neo-Nazis. The Karlingers, which is an altered form of old high German for Carolingian. They were Frankish nobility that extended back to Charlemagne. Luca Karlinger, 37, 6’3, blue eyes, blonde, is the central villain. He’s a human trafficker and the son of Noah Karlinger, 65, the exhausted king who cooks and plays with his Shitzund trained german shepherds, Asterix and Obelix, which he named after his favorite cartoon strip growing up. Then there’s Robin, 32, blonde, blue-eyed, sharp looking, Luca’s girlfriend. She has the Nazi SS’s tattooed under her right eye. She’s insecure, vulnerable, and has a huge crush on the undercover agent protagonist who infiltrates their group. She’s a serious coke head, and eventually in my script, she gets my main character falling back on her own drug addiction. There’s also Thomas, Luca’s eleven-year-old, Hitler-loving little brother, who Noah has trained to believe that Hitler was a hero fighting back against the Jews who had cut funding for the first world war, thus crippling the Germans through the Jews control of the banks. Eventually, my main character gets Thomas alone and puts him in social services after having killed Robin and having staged it to blame it on the Chinese mafia. Finally, there’s the Chinese kingpin, Jackie, who’s actually far more barbaric and cruel than any of the Karlingers. His whole deal is that his mother left him when he was young and came to America. Jackie followed her to San Francisco, where the script takes place, and using a service that allowed him to find his estranged mother, Jackie eventually got the meeting he wanted with his mother… They met up one night in a park, where she was wearing a wedding gown, patiently waiting for him on a swing set at midnight. His mother fucks him, then disappears for good… Jackie essentially spends the majority of his days in China Town gambling on Gypsy-style child fighting, like cock-fighting, but with ten-year-olds who are trained to fight for money… So, eventually, there’s a scene in a beautiful hotel where Gav Murphy, 34, a Welsh bastard who runs the entire San Francisco sex trade, including auctions in his hotel, brings everyone in town together. Luca, Noah, Robin and Jackie are all there with my undercover FBI agent protagonist, Sloan… Instead of my protagonist, Sloan, being there, it could be a job commissioned by Sloan to the ICA/Diana, since in the story, Luca murdered Sloan’s brother, which is why she decided to infiltrate his syndicate in the first place. She gets taken off the assignment because she comes undone etc., but this could be where she essentially outsources the job to 47.
So, it’d be a hotel level with all of SF’s scariest gangsters attending and participating in a human auction. It’d be nasty, but elegant, and plus, everyone likes hotel levels, especially if it’s the top few levels of a massive building. No lobby or anything. Even though none of the rewrites are my property anymore, the original draft I’m forced to revert to on the 17th of March covers everything I listed above as 100% my intellectual property. If IO wants to, they have my blessing to utilize anything/everything I posted in this comment.