EXT. JENNY'S BACKYARD - DAY
A suburban backyard basks in the afternoon sun. Three pristine white lawn chairs sit in a neat row next to matching flower pots overflowing with colorful blooms. Across the manicured lawn, a sturdy dog house stands nestled against a backdrop of towering bushes.
Suddenly, a sharp, insistent BARK pierces the peaceful scene. Another and another follow, a relentless barrage of sound.
A single claw, matted with dirt and stained crimson, digging frantically into the lush green grass. With a final, desperate burst of energy, a creature, obscured by the foliage, lunges into the denseunder growth of the bushes.
The barking intensifies, laced with a note of franticurgency.
CLOSE UP - BUSHES
A flurry of movement within the tangled branches hints at the creature's struggle. Heavy breaths, ragged and faint, emanate from the depths of the bush. The scene hangs heavy with the unknown, the source of the frantic barking and the creature's panicked retreat shrouded in mystery.
FADE OUT.
INT. HARLEM OUTSIDE THE TRAP HOUSE - NIGHT
Gangster rap music blasts from a nearby apartment, the bass throbbing through the air. Two DEALERS, clad in baggy clothes and oversized jewelry, lean non chalantly against the wall flanking the main entrance of a run-down apartment building. Their faces are etched with boredom and a hint of menace.
Suddenly, a series of muffled MOANS cut through the rhythmic. The apartment door opens, a man leaves through the front door zipping up his pants.
EXT. TRAP HOUSE - NIGHT
Two figures stand guard outside a rundown apartment building. Keon, a hardened gangster in his late 30s, leans against the wall, his younger companion Roger, a reckless man in his 20s, bounces on the balls of his feet.
ROGER
Yo, I heard your brother's new song, man. That shit sound like a straight up banger!
KEON
Yeah, he ain't playin' around.
I'm trynna get him on that big concert next month, you know, the one downtown?
ROGER(Scoffs)
He needs that exposure, forsure. But he gotta keep it real for the hood, man.
I can't vibe to that poppy white-boy music he be makin'these days.
KEON(Chuckles)
Come on, man, where'd you get that from?
Black folks started rock and roll, you know.
Ain't no such thing as white-boy music, that's just music.
They got us believing otherwise, that's all.
ROGER(Grinning)
Word, Brother Malcolm! Spittin' nothin' but facts.
A silver car pulls up beside the building. 23.
Keon's hand instinctively drops to his belt buckle.
YOU ARE READING
HORNS ECHO (Pilot Script)
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