1. Graffiti Driss: BACON writing assignment ENJOY:)
BURGERS and FRIES
INT. RESTAURANT: SHARPIES GRILL- NIGHT
SHARPIES GRILL, a local establishment, famous for it’s Burgers,
is empty and down on it’s luck. RAY, has been running this
joint for over thirty years. The dust rimmed picture frames
show smiling faces of A-list actors of days gone by. Light’s
flicker as CHEEKS, a Young Drug Trapper enters the
establishment.
Ray is sitting behind the counter, lamp on, Reading Glasses
hanging on the tip of his nose in front of his regular frames.
CHEEKS
Put, yo muthafuckin hands to the sky niggah!!!
RAY
Boy, take that damn mask off for you get yo ass
CHEEKS
What up Mr Ray? How you know it’s me?
RAY
I know’d you when you was a little boy, ya gait
CHEEKS
You be in here all night all by yourself... Last
RAY
Boy didn’t I just say I know’s you? We outta
CHEEKS
Ahhh, alright, ahh I’ll take Wings with mild
sauce fried hard and put mild sauce on the fries
too...
Ray, slowly pushes back away from the counter legs dangling from
his seat as it rolls back. When he jumps down with a grunt from
Cheeks POV we see the top of Ray’s bald-spot just over the
counter.

2. CHEEKS Cont’d
Damn old man, you know I can come build some
steps or lower your counter if you want me too...
RAY
Boy, when I need some steps built, I’ll call on
CHEEKS
Jesus?
RAY
A Carpenter. I would think if you had a skill,
CHEEKS
Who’d look out for you late nights like this?
Ray reshuffles a mess of paperwork before he turns to make
Cheeks’ order. Just under the countertop, we see fit perfectly
in individual sleeves, an arsenal of battered oiled weapons
under the register behind the counter.
Shotgun sleeve, 38 sleeve, Bowie knife sleeve, Cellphone sleeve,
9mm sleeve, eye glass sleeve.
Ray takes off his reading glasses and puts them in the sleeve.
Yelling from behind the counter to Cheeks who is sitting next to
the Beverage Fridge counting a pile of cash, sorting it in his
lap - crumpled singles, fives, tens and hundreds in a separate
pile.
RAY
I told you I was out of bacon right?
Cheeks yell’s back.
CHEEKS
I want the Wing’s Pops... Fried hard with mild
RAY
Right, right right...
The Kitchen is small but clean, orderly and well kept. Ray pulls
the refrigerator door open and we see an extreme Close Up, Whole

3. Pigs head with Sunglasses on... A bunch of big animal body parts
in colorful saran wrap with dates scribbled on them.
Ray mutters to himself while grabbing a container of Chicken and
snatching the shades, slams the door...
RAY
Goddaminit! I been looking for these...
Ray opens the container, reshuffling the chicken in the flour
adding spices to it, taking the chicken wings, and folding the
tip to make it into a tight little triangle.
Ray drops the wings into the Fryer and hits a button a three
minute timer begins, Ray makes his way back to his seat, putting
the shades in a sleeve next to the eye glasses.
Ray presses the lever on his seat and it detracts, he climbs up
onto it slowly and pumps until we see his head from Cheeks’ POV
coming up over the counter slowly.
Cheeks laughs.
RAY Cont’d
Oh, something funny?
CHEEKS
You look like a Jedi, a Ninja Turtle or something
coming up from behind that counter.
RAY
And you sitting with a pile of cash in your lap,
CHEEKS
I ain’t trippen, police don’t even come round
here, just counting my earnings, trying to sort out some bills
in my head, putting it up right now.
Cheeks, slides his huge pile of smoothed out dollars together
expertly like a Casino Card Dealer, places it in a neat wad. He
leans back to place it back in his front pocket, shirt raised
just a bit to show a massive tucked beat up black pistol.
Just as Cheeks fixes his shirt and is sitting normally, a tall

4. STRANGER with bugged out eyes dressed shabbily in dark colors,
flip flops matted hair and a trench coat enters the bell on the
door tolls as he does.
Cheeks cuts his eyes at the Stranger, goes under his shirt and
pulls his cell phone and begins to play a game. Ray makes a
quick glance and places a bookmark in his book.
RAY
How may I help you sir?
STRANGER
Double Bacon Cheeseburger no pickles extra
mayo...
RAY
Is that it?
The Buzzer from the Fryer rings, Ray spins in his seat but
pauses to ask the Stranger once more. The Stranger looks at at
Cheeks who is unaware and sets eyes back on Ray.
STRANGER
And a...
RAY
Oh shit, sorry sir I forgot no bacon...
STRANGER
Well how about I just take the register instead?
The Stranger throws his coat open like a Gunslinger and
brandishes two Uzi’s. Cheeks let’s out a loud laugh still
oblivious to what’s going on - the Stranger looks at Cheeks and
only Grimaces.
When the Stranger looks back at over the counter Ray is no
longer seated. He stands on his toes to look further over the
counter only to feel a could nuzzle of a gun right behind his
ear.
CHEEKS
Niggah you should’a just got the wings?
A Loud Bang Rings Out, blood, brain matter and bone everywhere.
Ray walks from behind the counter an open box of over cooked
chicken wings in his hand and looks around.

5. RAY
You gon be cleaning all night. Lock that door and
pull the shade, drag him over here, put his
dumb ass in the cart.
CHEEKS
He don’t look like much.
RAY
It’s all in the cuts. Gimme one of them guns,
you want one?
CHEEKS
Sure, thanks.
RAY
Wings on the house too...
CHEEKS
Shitttt Pops, bacon just came in, I want a Burger
now!
EXT. SHARPIES GRILL - EXT.
CLOSED, sign is turned on the front door by a little arm
reaching up from behind the battered window blinds, and the
lights go out in Sharpies Grill.
THE END.