Disney's Guns - Screenplay - Part II

Previously:
Disney's Guns - Part 1

Into the darkness falls the Title - "Disney's Guns". It is riddled with bullets, breaks into shards, and leaves the screen in darkness again.

Magnum Colt (VO): And then... I was born again.

The chorus of Nancy Sinatra's "Bang, bang (My baby shot me down)" starts to play, and into the music comes faint noises of earth being shovelled. Credits appear throughout the next section. Gradually earth flies away from the frame, and we see flashes of dark clad limbs, and the shovel clearing the ground. A face, lit bright from the front appears to fill the frame. It is Mara Salvatrucha, a thirteen year old South American boy with big wide eyes and floppy hair, a darker Daniel Radcliffe, whose voice has not yet broken.

The frame cuts to Mara's POV, and we see Magnum lying on top of the coffin, bleary eyed and covered in soil, some of which he spits out of his mouth. He smiles.

Mara: Mano! (Magnum's POV) Hey, Mano, we got ourselves another one!

Mano Dura is Mara's best friend, a big fat boy whose voice is even higher than Mara's.

Mano: Didn't I tell you, eh? These soldiers' graves are a sweet gold mine. (Mano moves into frame) Hey, what's your name, little fella?

Magnum Colt: Magnum. Magnum Colt, at your service! (Spits out soil)

Mara: How rare to find a gun with such fine manners. My name is Mara Salvatrucha, and my fat friend here is Mano Dura.

Mano: Who you calling fat?

Mara: The one carrying the guns, Mano. You want to make something of it?

Mano: Aaah. Just stick him in the bag with the others.

Mara crouches down, and pulls Magnum out of the grave. We see the surroundings now. A sparse but large graveyard, dark but for the moonlight. Mara blows gently on Magnum, as if kissing him, and lays him into a green cloth bag, which he zips up, not quite all the way, and throws over his shoulder.

Guns: Ow!

Mara: Sorry guys. We'd better get you home and tucked up. I got school tomorrow.

As Mara and Mano head across the graveyard, we zoom in on the gap in the bag. Magnum sticks his nose out and looks around.

Magnum: Oh brave new world!

We hear snuffling, and a moment later Nikov, an AK-47 in his late fifties, sticks his nose out next to Magnum. Nikov is a real country yokel, dumb, but with a heart of gold.

Nikov: Hell yeah, boy! We got it reeeal good.

Magnum: I'm sorry?

Nikov: Hey, where's my manners? The name's Nikov. I've seen action in countries you ain't never heard of, watched guns knee high to a pea shooter fall to the earth and I'm tellin' you there ain't no better place to be than with a city boy like Mara.

Mara (hissing): Keep the noise down in there, will ya? There's a guard out. I can see his light.

Magnum considers this a moment.

Magnum: I could do him in for you.

Nikov: Woah! Hold your horses, young gun. It's not like out on the fields down here. You get caught killin' and you'll go down to the pound. We are talkin' fifteen, twenty year stretches, and if you're real bad, they melt you down and turn you into tin cans.

Mara: I warned you, Nikov. I hate to do this to you but...

We see the bag zipped up from the inside.

Darkness.

Next:
Disney's Guns - Part III