Unchained Preppers
General Category => Library => Topic started by: Deathstyle on July 31, 2013, 01:36:50 AM
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Surprised to stumble across this. If you read his novels then you will notice alot of similarities to "Patriots", in fact I think this is meant to be the screenplay for "Patriots: the movie". But its free and he may include new tips that you haven't thought of before.
http://www.rawles.to/Screenplay.html (http://www.rawles.to/Screenplay.html)
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This will not open for me Deathstyle.
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Neither for me, it seems it was took down. It also appears blank in Google's cache.
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I clicked view page source and found it, quoting here:
Pulling Through
by
James Wesley, Rawles
(Revision: May, 2007)
Based on the novel
Patriots: Surviving the Coming Collapse
by
James Wesley, Rawles
Published by XLibris Publishing
(ISBN 1-4257-3407-3)
? 2007, All Rights Reserved
Registered, WGAw: # 714352
C/o P.O. Box 303
Moyie Springs, Idaho 83845
phone # upon request (via e-mail)
e-mail: rawles@usa.net
TITLE SEQUENCE BEGINS WITH A BLACK SCREEN
VOICE-OVER BY G. GORDON LIDDY (OR ALEX JONES, OR A SIMILAR
TALK RADIO HOST) -- CONTINUES THROUGH ENTIRE TITLES SEQUENCE)
SFX: Sound of radio tuning from station to station. The
tuning stops when we hear a talk radio monologue, beginning
in mid-sentence:
"...debt has been piling up at the rate of $6 billion a day.
That equates to $10,000 per second. If you include long term
unfunded obligations such as entitlements, bonds, and
military pensions the debt is $19 trillion dollars. The
Federal government is borrowing 164% of revenue for the year.
Note: After The first twenty seconds of voice over, FADE IN
visually (see page 3), while the voice-over continues:
Behind Washington's smoke and mirrors game, the real deficit
is growing. Government spending at all levels is 45% of the
G-D-P.
We all remember when the chairman of the Bank of Japan talked
about diversifying out of dollars. Then, more recently, the
chairman of the German Central Bank made some "off the
record" comments to a reporter from The Economist magazine.
Within hours, his words flashed around the world via the
Internet: "A full scale default on U.S. Treasuries appears
imminent." He had spoken the dreaded "D" word. His choice of
the word imminent in conjunction with the word default caused
the value of the dollar to plummet versus the Euro the next
day. T-bill sales crashed simultaneously.
Starting with the Japanese, foreign central banks and
international monetary authorities began to dump their $789
billion in US Treasuries. None of them wanted the now risky
T-Bills or bonds. Within days, long-term Treasury paper was
selling at 20 cents on the dollar.
Foreign investors began liquidating their US paper assets-
stocks, bonds, T-bills--virtually anything denominated in US
dollars. After some half-hearted attempts at propping up the
dollar, most of the Euro nations and Japan announced that
they would no longer employ the dollar as a reserve currency.
The real panic, however, began with the stock market crash.
The 18 year bull stock market had turned bearish when the
Internet bubble burst in 2000, but this secondary crash was
the big one. For the first time in decades, the stock market
was driven by fear. The bear started gradually with lots of
rallies that kept investors from giving up hope. Then last
month, the bottom dropped out. Because of circuit breaker
regulations on program trading it took nineteen days for the
Dow to drop another 6,550 points. Nobody could believe it.
Finally, the government suspended all trading. There was
almost no one buying any of the issues that came up for sale.
Late in the second week of the stock market collapse, the
domestic runs on US banks began, and suddenly the banks
needed lots of money. The Fed's $1 sheet presses were quickly
switched to print $100 bills. With the printing presses
running day and night turning out fiat currency,
hyperinflation was inevitable. In just two months, inflation
jumped from 16 percent to an incredible 2100 percent. Since
then, the value of the dollar has been pegged hourly, and of
course is the main topic of conversation.
People are rushing to put their money into cars, furniture,
appliances, tools, guns, rare coins--anything tangible. This
has superheated the economy--just like in Germany's Weimar
Republic in the 1920s. More and more paper is chasing less
and less product.
This is it, America. I've been telling you for years this was
coming, and now we have it. Its the end of the world as we
know it."
(Edit monologue for length, as needed, to match the length of
the titles sequence.)
EXT. DAY - AERIAL - DOWNTOWN OAKLAND CALIFORNIA - SEPTEMBER
As the opening monologue continues, we FADE IN. From a
helicopter, we see smoke from fires in widely scattered
locations in an urban area. We hear the sound of countless
sirens and lots of gunfire. We see looters running in and out
of stores. Shopkeepers are firing at looters. Cops are
arresting looters, but it is obvious that they are fighting a
losing battle. There are not enough police to quell the
growing unrest.
The aerial track continues and focuses on a 15-story office
building. Then we see just one window on one of the middle
stories.
MATCH CUT TO:
INT. DAY - A DOWNTOWN OFFICE BUILDING, CALIFORNIA - SEPTEMBER
Sitting at his desk bathed in light from the window is ROLAND
KELLERING. Roland is a heavyset accountant.
Casting note: This role should be cast with someone more
slender and muscular. His weight will first be shown
prosthetically, and then gradually reduced in later scenes.
(See notes in subsequent scenes.)
Roland is frantically typing away, filling in fields on a
spreadsheet. A CO-WORKER in the next cubicle is far more
overweight and nerdy-looking than Roland.
ROLAND
This is nuts. How can we do estimative
cost-basis accounting when the inflation
rate ratchets up every hour?
CO-WORKER
I dunno, Roland. This is bizarre, as in
Twilight Zone-type bizarre.
A louder than usual bang rises above the "usual" gunfire and
siren noises outside. In reaction, both accountants swivel
their chairs toward the window.
ROLAND
Whoa! That sounded close!
CO-WORKER
So are you going to bug out to that
"hidey-hole in Idey-ho of yours?
ROLAND
Yep, A-S-A-P.
CO-WORKER
Any need for an extra pair of hands
there?
ROLAND
Sorry, but they don't need another
accountant. Maybe a car mechanic. Or
perhaps if you were prior service Army,
like me...
CO-WORKER
If things get any worse I'll prolly head
up to my uncle's place near Lake Tahoe.
ROLAND
I wouldn't recommend going to a resort
area. Those places will get over-run. And
there's no agriculture so...
He is interrupted when his phone rings. Roland snatches it up
anxiously. We hear only his side of the conversation.
ROLAND (cont'd)
Hello Jen, how are you?
(pause while he listens)
Yeah, things are getting worse. I
should've beaten feet up there sooner,
but I promised to help my parents finish
packing up tomorrow. My mom is glued to
that house. Unless I physically load them
--and my mom's Hummel collection--into
the RV, they'll never get on the road to
my uncle's place. Its just the way they
are.
(pause while he listens)
I'm meeting Jack Moody in 'bout an hour.
I'll coordinate with him.
The co-worker edges in closer, trying to listen-in.
ROLAND (cont'd)
Jack and Tim Wong should arrive up at the
ranch sometime late tomorrow. They're
planning to drive straight through. And,
God willing, I'll be there the day after.
(pause while he listens)
I know, Jen. I will.
(pause while he listens)
I promise you, I'll make it there, no
matter what its takes!
(pause while he listens)
I love you too Jennifer, with all my
heart. Goodbye.
Roland hangs up, and sighs. He stands and tightens his
necktie.
ROLAND (cont'd)
(to his co-worker)
I'm going to see the boss and request an
unpaid leave of absence. Wish me luck.
CO-WORKER
I do not envy you, Roland.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. DAY - A DOWNTOWN OFFICE BUILDING - SEPTEMBER
We see that Roland has removed his necktie and loosened his
collar. He is cleaning out his desk. He tucks several items
into his briefcase including two MRE ration packets and a
kydex-sheathed black teflon-coated T.H. Rinaldi Enigma
fighting knife.
CO-WORKER
Well, you know how it is with him: "100%
commitment and team-players-only need
apply."
(beat)
What a crappy time to get fired.
With a key from his key ring, Roland unlocks a credenza and
pulls out a heavy rectangular guitar case with a Fender
maker's logo.
CO-WORKER (cont'd)
I didn't know you kept an instrument
here! What do you play, bass?
ROLAND
Bass staccato.
DISSOLVE TO:
STUNT / EXT. DAY - AN URBAN CALIFORNIA STREET IN A SHOPPING
DISTRICT - SEPTEMBER /STUNT
Roland is driving his restored flat brown-painted 1968 Ford
Bronco with an Idaho vanity plate that reads "XM177E2". It
has an unusually large rack sheathed in expanded-metal on the
tailgate.
He is driving to meet his long-time friend, Jack Moody. The
littered streets look more like Afghanistan than California.
A pair of police squad cars with lights and sirens on flash
by in the opposite direction. Roland sees a long line of
patrons waiting to get into a bank.
ROLAND
(to himself)
And what will your maximum $200
withdrawal buy you these days? A coupla
cans of beans?
Roland pushes down the accelerator, lets up, and shifts with
practiced precision into third gear. He has a determined look
on his face. Suddenly, looters surge out into the street. He
swerves to avoid them.
ROLAND (cont'd)
Whoa!
More looters, closer now. Roland brakes sharply. A looter
drops a television right in front of the Bronco, and the TV's
picture tube implodes with a bang. Roland brakes to a full
halt, and then pre-selects first gear, as is his habit.
Looters surge toward the Bronco. One runs up and gets in
Roland's face.
LOOTER
Hey man, whatcha got in there?
Roland pulls his Colt Gold Cup .45 from under his thigh and
levels it at the man.
ROLAND
There's this, but I've got to give you
the magazine contents first!
The looter back-peddles, showing his palms.
LOOTER
Hey, don't come off on me, man!
The looter turn and runs. The other looters get the idea and
do likewise. Roland tucks the .45 back under his thigh and
lets out the clutch and picks his way through the crowd,
gathering speed.
ROLAND
(to himself)
Definitely time to get out of Dodge!
DISSOLVE TO:
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SECOND PART:
EXT. DAY - IN FRONT OF A PUBLIC STORAGE SPACE - HAYWARD, CA
SEPTEMBER
JACK MOODY, Roland's college roommate from a few years before
is waiting with his flat forest green Ford four-wheel-drive
pickup with California vanity plates that reads EAT LEAD.
There is a box trailer hitched behind. Jack has already
pulled the tarp on the trailer forward and flipped down the
tailgate/ramp. Jack glances down at his big Rolex wristwatch.
JACK
I knew you'd make it! And right on time.
You are so punctual you make me want me
wanna puke. Any trouble getting here?
Roland shuts off the Bronco's engine and then tosses Jack a
brass padlock key.
ROLAND
I had to do a little social work, but
they bluffed easily enough.
(beat)
I'll pull security while you load, Jack.
Jack catches the key and deftly opens the padlock and rolls
up the door to the storage space. A row of gas cans stacked
two-high lines one entire side wall. Jack immediately starts
sorting them by their tags. He grabs one can in each hand and
starts loading them into the trailer.
JACK
Sounds like a plan. The Wong-man should
be here in less'n an hour. Then I can
pull security while he loads.
(beat)
The Fire Marshall would have a heart
attack if he saw this! So what's the
status on this gas?
Jack continues to load gas cans two at a time while Roland
stands at the door of his Bronco, scanning the area. We see
that the latches on the guitar case have been flipped open,
but the case remains closed.
Meanwhile, at a storage unit at the far end of the row, a
black family is frantically loading some of their possessions
into an RV camper van.
ROLAND
It was rotated-in, last February, winter
formulated so it stores better. And we
added gas stabilizer, as usual. It should
burn fine.
JACK
Ten of these cans are tagged for you,
right?
Roland nods.
JACK (cont'd)
You know, it'd be safer if all three of
us convoyed up together...
Jack switches to loading green-painted ammo cans. There are a
lot of them. They are obviously full and heavy.
ROLAND
Yeah, I know, but I promised to help get
my parents on the road to Arizona. Don't
worry. I'll be up in Idaho just a day
after you 'n Tim. If for some reason I
get delayed, promise me you'll look after
Jennifer, okay?
JACK
Sure thing. I can see why you got
engaged, Roland. That ranch is a killer
set up! Gravity fed spring water, wood
cook stove, big barn, garden, hay
field...
ROLAND
Oh no, you've got me wrong! It was love
at first sight. I would have fallen in
love with Jennifer even if she lived on
Manhattan Island.
Jack switches to loading brown cardboard cases of MRE
rations. There is a small mountain of them.
CUT TO:
INT/EXT. DAY - JENNIFER HANSEN'S RANCH, NEAR BOVILL, IDAHO -
DAY.
JENNIFER HANSEN, a pretty young woman, wears what at first
glance looks like typical western ranch wear: blue jeans and
oilskin jacket. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail. But
she is not wearing cowboy boots. Instead, she has well-worn
combat boots.
An olive drab military pistol belt can be seen in the gap in
the front of her unzipped jacket. A bulge beneath her
jackets reveals a Colt M1911 .45 automatic pistol in an O.D.
Bianchi UM-84 hip holster, with quad magazine pouches. Just
looking at her, its obvious that she really knows how to use
a gun.
Jennifer is carrying a pair of stamped envelopes.
JENNIFER
Come on Molly! Time to get the mail!
Her dog Molly, a Black and Tan hound, runs up joyfully, and
then pads alongside her, silently.
Jennifer passes through a beefy-looking gate that looks
custom made. She reaches the mailbox. It has large sun-faded
stickers that spell out "HANSEN", and below that, smaller
ones that spell out "RT 1 BOX 308". Jennifer opens the
mailbox, inserts the envelopes and closes the lid. She flips
up the red metal flag.
The finality of the situation hits Jennifer hard. There are
tears welling up in her eyes. Jennifer and Molly walk back up
the hill,
JENNIFER (cont'd)
I wonder how much longer the mailman will
be coming.
(beat)
Hurry up 'n get here, Roland! Please!
They walk though the gate in a high chain link fence that
surrounds the ranch house. Jennifer latches the gate. Molly
is left outside the house, as is their routine.
Jennifer closes and locks the door, hangs up her coat, and
then takes off her pistol belt and hangs it on a peg above
her scoped Colt CAR-15 carbine and her woodland camouflage
airbrush-painted .308 Scout bolt action carbine.
The guns are stored in a 18-gun capacity "Ready Rack" in the
hallway. (The rack is only partly full.)
Prop note: To get a rough idea of what her scout carbine
looks like, see:
[url]http://www.impactguns.com/store/product659.html[/url] ([url]http://www.impactguns.com/store/product659.html[/url])
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. NIGHT ? THE HANSEN RANCH HOUSE ? FRONT HALL
Jennifer is sipping a cup of tea, looking nervous. Molly
barks repeatedly. We hear gravel crunching as a pickup truck
is heard approaching. It stops and the engine is turned off.
Molly continues to bark.
Jennifer is looking even more nervous. She heads to the ready
rack.
There is a series of knocks from the knocker on the front
door. Jennifer approaches the door with her CAR-15 tucked
into her shoulder, held at "low ready", stock extended. She
stands to one side of the hallway to avoid being directly in
front of the door.
JENNIFER
Who's there?
AARON
(o.s.)
It's me, Aaron. All's well.
JENNIFER
Plate!
AARON
(o.s.)
Plate o-Shrimp!
She looks through the door's fish-eye peephole to visually
confirm what she's heard. Jennifer steps forward and unlocks
the door. The door opens to reveal the bright glare of MOTION
SENSOR SECURITY LIGHTS on the porch. Her cousin AARON CECIL
steps in, carrying a Springfield Armory M1A semi-auto rifle.
The door is promptly closed and locked behind him.
Aaron wears thick glasses. He is Jewish, in his 20s, a
bachelor. He is a shy, soft-spoken, bookish, an electrical
engineer.
He wears RealTree BDUs and a full set of LC-2 load carrying
"web gear". The harness has been painted with large blotches
of brown paint to make it blend with his BDUs. The harness is
complete with magazine pouches, a canteen and pouch, a
holstered Colt Commander .45 ACP PISTOL, compass pouch, first
aid pouch, and a green Glock sheath knife.
JENNIFER
Cousin Aaron! It is sooooo good to see
you!
They hug each other.
AARON
Has anybody else arrived?
JENNIFER
Nope, you're the first. Tim and Jack are
already on their way up. God willing,
Roland is heading up tomorrow. Did you
bring your trailer?
AARON
Yeah, its crammed full, and so's the
pickup. Even so, I had to leave a lot
behind as charity for my neighbors. I
should've pre-positioned more of my food
and gear here at the retreat.
They place their long guns in the Ready Rack in the hallway.
Aaron hangs up his web gear on one of the long row of pegs on
the wall above the rack.
JENNIFER
Any trouble on the way up from Boise?
They enter the kitchen, and sit down at the table to talk.
Jennifer prepares Aaron a cup of tea,
AARON
A gas station charged me a hundred and
fifty bucks a gallon for gas. That was
trippy.
Aaron looks anxiously at Jennifer.
AARON (cont'd)
So whadaya hear from Terry and Teesha?
JENNIFER
Teesha sent me an e-mail. She said that
they should be here late tomorrow
afternoon.
(beat)
Well, lets get your gear unloaded!
Hopefully in a couple of hours we can get
some sleep.
They step outside.
AARON
Boy, it sure is quiet here.
CUT TO:
STUNT / EXT. ? NIGHT ? DOWNTOWN NEW YORK IN POWER BLACKOUT /
STUNT
SUPER: New York City
We see a woman's face. She is screaming. The woman turns and
runs away, frantically. Sirens wail.
Looters smash their way into a row of downtown stores, using
cars to pull off or push in stores' retractable security cage
doors. Bursts of gunfire are heard in the distance.
Meanwhile, across the street, a fire burns out of control.
CUT TO:
STUNT / EXT. ? NIGHT ? DOWNTOWN SEATTLE / STUNT
SUPER: Seattle
Shouting. Police and fire engine sirens. Numerous gunshots
are heard close-by.
A furniture store is on fire. Several fire trucks are there
with lights flashing, but no hoses are directed at the
flames. The firemen take cover to avoid sporadic gunfire
from looters.
CG Visual Effect: Tracer bullets streak through the night
sky.
FIREMAN #1
(To another fireman, also
taking cover from the
shooting.)
They ain't payin' us enough for this!
FIREMAN #2
With the in-flation, they should be
paying us about a thousann bucks an hour.
SFX+CG: A bullet ricochets under the truck, directly between
them. It cuts an angry gouge in the asphalt. They both hear
the impact and see the gouge. They gasp and look at each
other, wide-eyed. They step up onto the pumper's running
board for additional cover.
FIREMAN #1
Yeah, maybe if they paid us in twenty
dollar gold pieces!
(beat)
Maybe.
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EXT. ? NIGHT ? WEST LOS ANGELES IN POWER BLACKOUT
SUPER: Los Angeles
Sirens wail. The crackle of gunfire is almost constant.
From an aerial view, we see that a flood of refugees from
L.A. clogs the highways.
As cars run out of gas, they transform the highways into grid
locked parking lots.
CUT TO:
STUNT / EXT. ? NIGHT ? SOUTH OAKLAND RIOTS / STUNT
SUPER: Oakland
A squad car with two Oakland police officers is ambushed with
a massive volley of gunfire from gang members with bolt
action rifles and pump action shotguns. The police don't even
have the chance to get out of the car before they are shot
dead.
CUT TO:
EXT. ? NIGHT ? DOWNTOWN OAKLAND RIOTS
AERIAL SFX/CG: Fires burn out of control throughout the
downtown area.
CUT TO:
STUNT / EXT. ? NIGHT ? DOWNTOWN OAKLAND RIOTS / STUNT
At street level, we see a retail business district. Fires on
both sides of the street. Looters run through the street
carrying stolen merchandise. Some are laughing. The crackle
of heavy gunfire is heard in the distance.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. /A.M. - JENNIFER HANSEN'S RANCH, - MORNING
Jennifer looks exasperated after trying to make a phone call.
She hears a series of tones and a recording: "All circuits
are busy now. Please hang up and try again..." She punches
the "Talk" button twice, and then the re-dial button. She
gets the same recording. She tries yet again. This time there
isn't even a dial a tone--just a humming noise. She hangs up
and she looks like she is about to cry.
CUT TO:
STUNT EXT./ DAY - JUST NORTH OF WEED CALIFORNIA - ON HIGHWAY
97 ? MORNING ? STUNT
JACK MOODY and TIM WONG continue their drive toward Idaho.
We see them take the Highway 97 turnoff from Interstate 5. As
the pass through Weed, they see that all of the gas stations
have signs spray-painted on 4 x 8-foot plywood panels that
read "NO GAS". The stations are guarded by men with rifles.
The highway is now deserted. Jack is now in the lead.
As Jack rounds a sharp bend, he sees a truck blocking one
lane of the road, and a pickup parked alongside it, blocking
the other lane. Jack slows down. The truck is loaded with
railroad ties. Realization flashes across his face: This
could be a road block! By the time he figures this out, his
Bronco is within 50 yards of the obstruction.
Jack has no time to call Tim on the CB to warn him. And with
trailers on behind their pickups, they cannot easily turn
around.
Jack hits the gas and swerves around onto the shoulder, and
narrowly misses one of the trucks. Two men dive out of the
way. Tim follows Jack's lead, also accelerating.
As they skirt around the pile, two men armed with traditional
long-barreled pump action bird hunting shotguns stand up
behind the truck on the right hand side. Tim and Jack
instinctively duck down and keep going.
Four blasts come at Tim Wong's pickup. The first takes out
the windshield The second hits the passenger-side window. The
third and fourth shots pepper the camper shell--the pellets
shatter the back window.
Just down the road, Tim often checks his rear view mirrors,
to be sure that the ambushers aren't following.
He radios Tim on his CB:
TIM
(into handset)
Oh maaan! A little pucker-factor there!
JACK
(into handset)
Are you intact, Wong-man?
TIM
(into handset)
Yeah, I'm okay. But there's glass
everywhere.
DISSOLVE TO:
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Thx APX.
I wonder how much "they" will have to cut out of the book to have a 90 minute movie. :coffeeNews:
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They should cut 90% of the book to make a watchable movie :dancingGrenade:
I think "Patriots" book is terrible and the characters are a bunch of millionaires assholes.
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"They should cut 90% of the book to make a watchable movie :dancingGrenade:" :lmfao:
Let's face it, Patriots is a fantasy, not unlike Lord of the Rings or Lights Out. Personally, I like the book and have read it probably three times. I like the book not because it is a literary masterpiece but for the different survival idea's within the book.
My copy of Patriots is full of yellow and pink highlighter and many pages are dog eared. As an example; when looking for a ham radio, I reference back to the section on communication. Then start to do my own research.