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The Greatest Satire of Johnston Ever CreatedSamantha Berkman and Phil Bouley Screenplay (Final Project) Tour Guide and tour group, including Tweak, our protagonist, are walking by Johnston Complex.
Tweak: Excuse me, what about these two buildings here on the left? I’m having my overnight here. Adhost (look of terror on face, shoots an angry look at Tweak, then continues normally): Bees are essential to the multitude of flowers that you see around you. Bees have actually been decreasing in number over the past 12 years-- Tweak (insistent): Hey, excuse me, I would like to know what the Johnston center is. It’s pretty much the main reason why I’m looking at Redlands. Tweak:Ok then, well I guess I’m going to go find my Ad host.
Adhost: Ok then, take my card and call this number if you need to get out. Some one will be here with in five minutes to pick you up. Good luck in there. I hope to see you alive at tomorrow’s reception dinner.
(Tweak then walks up to the Bekins steps)
Tweak walks up to porch and over 40 people are on the porch all smoking cigarettes. Several approach Tweak immediately.
Smoker 1: Hey do you got a smoke? Where’s your opaque cup, man, follow consensus! Don’t let a CA catch you!
Smoker 2 (While smoking a cigarette): Hey man, you got a cig?
Tweak: Uh... no, sorry man.
Smoker 2: Dude what the fuck? I bummed you like forty cigs in the past two days. Why do you never buy any of your own? You never bum cigs.
Tweak: I’m not sure what you mean. I don’t have any cigarettes. I don’t even smoke.
Smoker 1: C’mon man, why do you never share your cigs? You always hold out on us, man. We’re about community, man. I’m bringing this up at community meeting.
Tweak (Backing into Bekins fending off a growing crowd of people gathering asking for cigs): Sorry, I just got here I don’t have any cigarettes. Tweak enters Bekins and is immediately slammed into a wall. CA: Who are you? What are you doing here? Who are you here to see? Alright, you don’t want to talk? Come with me. (Tweak has a bag thrown over his head and is knocked unconscious) Tweak wakes up in a dark room with a desk and a single lamp. Another person walks in with a file, and the CA and new person begin a good cop/bad cop interrogation on Tweak. Ad host: Who let you into Johnston? How did you manage to penetrate our defenses?
CA: We know you had help from the inside. Who was it? How much did you pay them?
Tweak: I don’t know what you’re talking about. Literally every door and window is wide open with newspapers propping them.
Ad host: Ah yes, the open door policy. The bane of our existence. We need to bring that up at community meeting. Well what is your purpose here? Where is your opaque cup?
Tweak: What? I’m staying overnight here and I was just looking for Adam, my Adhost. Do either of you guys know him?
(Ad Host turns on the main lights, illuminating the room and it is revealed as the laundry room)
Ad host: Oh hey, wasup, I’m Adam. I was wondering why I had a file on you. This is our third floor CA Samantha and this is our lovely top of the line laundry room. So, would you like a tour of complex?
Ad host (whispers to Tweak): Don’t worry about her, she is really nice but she has put on a hard attitude since we broke up three weeks ago.
(Tweak pulls the business card out of his pocket, looks at it, and hesitantly puts it back)
(Ad host and Tweak walk off and start tour of complex)
Ad host: So first I’ll take you to my room on the third floor here in Holt where you can put your bags for the night. We are about to enter first floor, which is the location of the only nunnery on complex (Points down the hall on first floor). As we go up the stairs you will also notice the variety of murals and paintings seen along the walls. (points to mural on wall between first and second floor Holt) They were all donated by the fourth grade class at Redlands elementary right down Colton.
Tweak: Thats nice, is this our floor?
Ad host: No, this is second floor, we are one more up. You could check it out if you like, but don’t worry, you’re not missing much. This is third floor...(opens door from stairwell)
(Naked people are in the hallway chatting normally. They wave to Tweak who meekly waves back) Ad host: As you can see, we are quite different from the University of Redlands at large. We think of ourselves as progressive and on the fore front of community development. Pagan Cult Leader: Hello, welcome, would you like to join our Solaris celebration? It is a great day for our lady earth and her celestial companion. We must be exalted unto the kingdom of Rah. Have you received Terra’s monumental blessing today?
Ad host: No we’re fine, I’m just giving him a tour of complex.
Tweak: Yeah, I don’t have time for a “Solaris” festival, maybe next time.
Pagan Cult Leader: Very well then, may Luna watch over you as you sleep. And have you lost your opaque cup? It is essential for the worship of Dionysis.
(Ad host pulls Tweak into his room)
Tweak: Why do people keep asking me about an opaque cup? I’m not even drinking anything, why would I have a cup?
Adhost: Yeah, well, here at Johnston, you have to give the illusion that you are always drinking alcohol, even if you aren’t. People here are kind of strict about that. But whatever, that girl is crazy. I dated her last year and believe me, you want nothing to do with her. Don’t even worry about what she thinks.
Tweak: Ok then, can you show me where the bathroom is?
Ad host: Yeah it’s the room right across the hall.
(Tweak walks off by himself toward the bathroom and is immediately accosted by the same CA who he encountered in Bekins)
CA: Who are you? What are you doing here? Who are you visiting?
Tweak: Dude I just met you. You knocked me out cold twenty minutes ago. I’m just a prospective student who really needs to go to the bathroom.
CA: Well I guess if I know you, then you must be my guest and I am responsible for escorting you to the bathroom.
(CA then follows Tweak into the bathroom) Tweak shadows Ad host into classes. First they arrive at a CAS class and only two Johnston students are present. They are identifiable by their bare feet and shirtless bodies. One of them is smoking a cigarette. One has an opaque cup, hiccupping occasionally throughout class.
Teacher: Ok, its eleven o’clock. Lets begin. Last nights reading, if anyone did it, was about American Foreign policy in the mid nineteenth century. Yes, Adam.
Ad Host: Just thought I should remind you that I contracted out of the paper due today and instead I’m singing a song by Michael Bolton. Teacher: Ok well what did people think about the readings assigned? Teacher: Anyone, anyone at all. Well okay, you there. (points to Johnston Ad host) Ad host: This text made me feel hopeful and depressed about how America operates its foreign policy. My emotions were like a roller-coaster with one wheel not on the track--you never know when it might fly off and crash into a huge fireball killing everyone on the ride. I felt like the author was having a conversation with both my reason and my soul at the same time. He was in my head with those two just like Churchill, Stalin and Roosevelt. In summation I liked it. And I feel the author made some really carefully crafted critiques of the mistakes America has made in its past relations with foreign nations.
Teacher: Thank you for those rousing comments. Anyone else. (On the way to next class) Adhost: Did you see how many hands were raised in that class? Two. Which is about same as Johnston classes, except everyone who is not raising their hand is answering the question. Even though no one speaks in CAS classes, it’s still much more beneficial for learning and your ego because you actually get to participate and voice your opinion and are usually the smartest person in the room, teacher included. But even though you may be smarter than them, some of the teachers are really fine. This next professor is one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever dated, I’m really mad I messed that up by failing her final freshman year.
(Tweak and Adam walk into the Johnston class. The teacher is only person sitting down at a desk. Students are drawing on whiteboards, someone is playing guitar and singing, people are sword fighting. Two people are yelling about something in one corner. 10 minutes after the class is supposed to start, a bunch more people walk into the class room totally nonchalant and the professor looks up.) Teacher: Well now that everyone is here, we can start. How did the 400 pages of reading make everyone feel? What tone did the author have, and do you think he maybe was dealing with mother issues while writing this? Student (lounging on floor): I was just wondering if I could facilitate this discussion?
Teacher: Of course. (instantly takes students place lying on floor)
Student (walking to the front of the class): Well, what were everyone’s opinions on the voice’s pitch during the piece and does anyone suspect the authors maternal conflicts could have have been a reason?
Teacher: Excellent question, we should get some great discussion out of this topic. I think the tone...(scene cuts)
Teacher: Now that we have discussed the text we can spend the next hour agenda building. Ad host: Just to prepare you for community meetings, all of the kids in the last class are going to be there and it probably won’t go anywhere near as well. We might spend four hours talking about what cheese we can have in Nighttime Java, or we could be out of here within twenty minutes. It all really depends on who shows up and how many. (Facilitator wearing an army uniform.) Facilitator: Ahem, let me begin by outlining our basic protocol for getting your name on ze list. First you vill take an eyeball test to veed out the veaklings and those vith inferior natural abilities. Zen you vill pass a tventy-two question multiple choice exam on ze dog breeds of Kazakhstan. Zen you vill be graded and ve vill email you confirmation of vhether or not you are on ze list. If you violate protocol ze punishment vill be svift and severe. Now ve can begin with ze first topic of disscussion.
Ad host: Don’t worry about her she looks like a real hard ass but she is really sweet once you get to know her, or date her like I did during May term of Sophomore year.
Smoker 1: There was a kid here earlier who violently refused me cigarettes and I know that I have personally, and this is just me, bummed him at least 40 packs. It’s this kind of action that is destroying the community that we upperclassmen have worked so hard to build. This would have never happened last year, everyone gave every one else cigarettes and we were happy and it will never be that way again.
Community Member: Dude that kid is a prospective student, its his first day here, he doesn’t even smoke.
Facilitator : Student: The paint on the underside of the toilets is badly chipped and very bland. I would like 500 dollars to repaint all of toilets with neon tangerine glossy paint with glitter mixed in.
Facilitator: Can we consent to this?
(Everyone flails violently in consensus but one person stands with arms crossed in front of their face blocking the decision.)
Student: I would just like to inform everyone that I am allergic to tangerines and any exposure to them through smell, taste or even me seeing the color tangerine causes me to cry explosively and then I get a headache from crying and its an all around bad day. So I think we should consider teal or a more inviting shade of blue.
(Several hours elapse, its dark outside both Tweak and Ad host look exhausted) Tweak: So I never thought it was possible to talk about colors for five hours and still not come to a consensus on which one to use. Ad host: Yeah its almost time for the open mic. I think one of my ex’s is MCing. (Tweak and add host walk in to clapping and a guy sitting on a stool in the middle of the stage.) Guitarist: So that was my thirteen minute long acoustic version of “Ironic” by Alanis Morrisette. Now I’m going to sing a song all of you should know. Sing along if you know the words.
(Artist starts playing “The William Tell Overture” for ten more minutes)
MC: Hey wasn’t that great, we have a great rest of the night for everyone. Here’s a little joke to get you warmed up for our next act. So I was walking down the street and all these houses started falling on me and I was like, Get off me homes! Next up Travis with his tragic and award winning short story on the loss of his first tooth.
Travis: An agony indescribable. A piece of me has come undone. It will not stay rooted, nor will it take a graceful exit. It twists and loops around the thread of my tender young gums, while pools of blood collect in the gutters of my lips. I am just a little boy. There is no justice. There is not a comfort in the world to console me. Just as my tooth is in a state of imbalance, a place between staying and going, I, too, feel that same imbalance. That same unrest. I am transcending my toddler years and plummeting rapidly into preadolescence. Yet I don’t find myself in either place. The tooth, now rid of my face, has found its place underneath a pillow. My head, toothless and confused, rests in unrest atop it. Thank you.
MC: Thank you Travis, that was a heart warming and epic tale of adventure with obstacles you overcame and hardships you persevered through. Well I’ve got a fresh one for you guys. So I was walking down the street one day and all these houses started falling on me and I was like, “Get off me homes!” And next we have Leslie Barmich with a series of Haikus she wrote on acorns and unity.
Ad host (whispers to Tweak): Her poetry is really good she wrote me a lot of poems freshman year when we dated.
Leslie: Feelings are complex
When you live here on complex
adorned with acorns
Big, hard, brown, and nuts
Their top is sealed with a shell
the humanity!
We are all acorns
littering the ground with grace
we are united
We have all fallen
I have so many feelings
please relate to me
And hold your applause
Instead could you please just snap
in an off tempo.
Thank you. MC: Alright, what an amazing talent. So I was going to read this quote a great man once said. This saying has influenced my life in tremendous and irreversible ways. It has inspired me to be the man I am today, “So I was walking down the street one day and all these houses started falling on me and I was like, “Get off me homes!”. This next performance is the closing act of the night. This young lady has been gracing our ears for two years now. Largely considered the best voice on complex, our very own Johnston Secretary’s Golden Retriever Piddles singing an aria from Carmen. Tweak: Hey man, I’m kind of hungry. Is there anywhere to eat this late at night?
Adhost and Tweak approach the counter adjacent to the open mic stage.
Java Worker: What do you want? God, damn take a year to order why don’t you. C’mon, hurry up!
Adhost: I don’t want anything. Tweak to do you want anything?
Tweak: Uh yeah can I get a quesadilla?
Java Worker: God Fucking Dammit! What am I your fucking slave, how dare you order me around like I’m some fucking monkey to your sick and sadistic fucking organ grinder! Go to hell! Do you want salsa too?
Tweak: Uh... yeah I guess.
Java Worker: What the Fuck! You think this whole fucking world revolves around you, don’t you, you pretentious asshole! You fucking think we are all below you don’t you. Why don’t you get off your high horse and eat the mud like the rest of us lowly peasants! That will be 25 cents extra.
Tweak: Um ok.
(Tweak pays the Java worker and in return gets a plate with shredded cheese on it.)
Ad host (Whispers to Tweak): Don’t worry about that guy he’s just bitter that I dumped him back in sophomore year.
Student: Hey dude can I get a pizza Bagel?
Java Worker: Watch your tone with me, mister, this is a civil establishment and the fucking rules are on this fucking fridge so if you don’t want to fucking pay attention to them then fucking leave. Here’s your pizza bagel. (Java Worker hands Student a plate with shredded cheese on it)
Female Student: Hi, can I have an oreo milkshake?
Java Worker: Oh my fucking God! Why do you have to order the most complicated item on the menu! Do you want me to have a stroke trying to figure that fucking edible rubix cube? This is ridiculous I definitely do not get fucking paid enough for this, Well here you go, fucking slave driving demon woman. (Java Worker hands Female Student a cup full of shredded cheese).
(Ad host is taking Tweak upstairs from Java)
Ad host: Well, I think its about time I go up to bed, I’ve got a class at 1:00 tomorrow and I’ve already slept through it seventeen times this week. Are you coming?
Tweak: Yeah in just a minute. I’ve just been fiending for a cigarette all night. I’m going to go see if anyone has one outside then I’ll be up. --FIN--
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most awesome
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brilliant
bloody brilliant. please make a film.
And So it was!
I think this is a brilliant piece of art. We should definitely make it a movie!
Rick