MY movie industry sources tell me there are plans to make a sequel to the famous Marlon Brando motorcycle movie, "The Wild One," in Honolulu. Lawmakers, have we
got a script for youI've seen an early draft of the script and we're talking blockbuster here.
Here are a few scenes:
EXT. KALIHI POOL HALL -- DAY
The "REBEL GECKOS" roar up to "Stevie's Billiards and Juice Bar" on motorcycles and in pickup trucks. A COP races up in his Chevy landrover. SNAKE, gang leader, leans arrogantly against his F-350 pickup truck which is carrying a LOAD OF BABES.
Cop: (Toughly) So, you're out of the joint, eh, Snake?
Snake: That's right, copper. What's it to ya.
Cop: Well, there's been a few changes since you were sent up.
Snake: Like what?
Cop: (Sarcastically) Like, it's illegal to ride in the back of pickups. It's gonna cost ya $200 for each babe you're carrying.
Snake: And I suppose there's a fine for riding a motorcycle without a helmet, too.
Cop: No. You can ride a motorcycle without a helmet. You just can't ride in the back of pickup truck.
Snake: That's stupid.
Cop: Tell it to Joe Souki.
INT. POOL HALL -- DAY
SNAKE, cigarette dangling out of his mouth, goes up to the bar, which is being tended by a YOUNG GOOD-LOOKING GIRL.
Snake: Gimme a beer.
Girl: Sorry, this is a juice bar.
Snake: OK. Gimme a juice.
Girl: Not till you put out your cigarette.
Snake: Huh?
Girl: This is a pool hall. You can't smoke in here.
Snake: Let me get this straight, I can't get a beer and I can't smoke in this pool hall?
Girl: Right. If we sold beer, you could smoke and play pool. But since we don't sell beer, you can't smoke, but you can play pool.
Snake: That's stupid.
Girl: Tell it to Steve Holmes.
EXT. KAMEHAMEHA HIGHWAY -- DAY.
SNAKE and a LOAD OF BABES are crowded into the cab of his F-350 pickup truck, stopped at a red light. A CUTE CHICK pulls up in a convertible.
Cute Chick: Hey, aren't you one of the Rebel Geckos?
Snake: (Toughly) Yeah. I'm Snake.
Cute Chick: Snake's a funny name for a Gecko.
Snake: Tell it to Marlin Perkins.
Cute Chick: So what are ya rebellin' against?
Snake: Whataya got?
Cute Chick: Oooh. Tough answer. Can I ride with you?
Snake: Sorry, doll. Cab's so full right now I can't find the stick shift. How 'bout you take a few of these babes in your back seat there?
Cute Chick: Sorry, I've only got a Class Two Learner's Permit. I can't carry passengers.
Snake: That's stupid.
Cute Chick: Tell it to Jeremy Harris.
EXT. BLAISDELL TICKET WINDOW -- DAY
SNAKE and the REBEL GECKOS wait in line for a day to get tickets for the No Holds Barred, No Rules, Ultimate-Extreme, Major Butt-Kicking Fighting Extravaganza. They finally reach the window.
Snake: Gimme 23 tickets.
Ticket Guy: Sorry. That event's been canceled. We have tickets for boxing.
Snake: You mean, it's OK for two boxers to punch each other's brains out but a sport that results in a broken arm or two is banned?
Ticket Guy: You got it.
Snake: That's ...
Ticket Guy: I know. Stupid. Hey, what's this?
Snake: That's my Rebel jacket. You can have it. I'm going back to the joint where there aren't so many stupid things to rebel against.