<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080621577195087791</id><updated>2012-02-13T12:21:24.648-08:00</updated><category term='Native American screenplay'/><category term='Nokosee'/><category term='Seminole'/><category term='YA'/><title type='text'>Nokosee Movie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nokoseemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080621577195087791/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nokoseemovie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Verticus Erectus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fq7AKH63dSU/SawcZMbmLpI/AAAAAAAAAzk/0s_kxW2DMVY/S220/GumsandalsLens.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080621577195087791.post-6282185960181120286</id><published>2008-08-10T13:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T12:21:24.654-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Native American screenplay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nokosee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seminole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YA'/><title type='text'>Nokosee Movie: A Native American Screenplay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fq7AKH63dSU/SJ9O5-iYwQI/AAAAAAAAAS8/LVGsw4I-H4U/s1600-h/NokoseeVictory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232988049974542594" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fq7AKH63dSU/SJ9O5-iYwQI/AAAAAAAAAS8/LVGsw4I-H4U/s400/NokoseeVictory.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you got to this page you either were lucky, have been sent here by the author through a personal email, or stumbled upon &lt;a href="http://stormyphonehomenow.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stormy Jones's blog&lt;/a&gt; or the &lt;a href="http://www.nokosee.blogspot.com/"&gt;original blog&lt;/a&gt; which link to this one. Some of you may have even read the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Nokosee-Rise-Seminole-Micco-Mann/dp/0963449915"&gt;novel&lt;/a&gt; which brought you here. In any event, the Nokosee saga began as a screenplay. Below are the last 5 pages. The opening pages of the screenplay can be found &lt;a href="http://nokoseeopening.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. The opening pages of the sequel &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Nokosee &amp;amp; Stormy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; can be found &lt;a href="http://nokoseeandstormy.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and the scene depicting the shooting down of a Predator drone over the Everglades &lt;a href="http://nokoseandstormy2.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nokosee catches Rader at the side of his knee. Rader crumples into the water. He turns the gun on Nokosee as he tries to get up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stormy, on her side in the water, fires the shotgun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rader’s hand is blown off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rader stares at it in horror as blood squirts out to the rhythm of his pumping heart. He grabs his wrist, points the bloody stump at Stormy and starts to crawl toward her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stormy tries to back up but can’t. She pulls the second trigger. Nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rader keeps moving toward her, his eyes wide, maniacal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The airboat explodes behind Rader.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hand grabs the knife out of the cypress tree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The knife pops through Rader’s stomach and out his t-shirt. Rader stops short as the camera rises to his face. Blood is trickling out of his mouth. He turns to look at the face of death. It isn’t Nokosee. It’s his father, BU-SIM-MANO-LO-TO-ME. Death drives the knife deeper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUSIMANOLOTOME&lt;br /&gt;This is for my son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rader’s eye’s close and he falls away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rader rolls and falls backward into the water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rader’s POV: Looking up through the water, he see’s his killer reaching down, out of the past, to pull him back up just before his eyelids close forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nokosee’s father is wearing the VC ear necklace. He is also using Nokosee’s knife to scalp Rader. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nokosee looks up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOKOSEE&lt;br /&gt;Father!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busimmanolotome continues to cut away the scalp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUSIMANOLOTOME&lt;br /&gt;This is the first one. There will be more to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stormy is trying to pull herself out from under the body. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STORMY&lt;br /&gt;Oh, God, Nokosee, make him stop! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busimanolotome mimics her in a high-pitched voice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUSIMANOLOTOME&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, God, Nokosee, make him stop!” My son, is this the best you could do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nokosee is trying to sit up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOKOSEE&lt;br /&gt;Father, she saved my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busimanolotome stops and looks at her. He isn’t impressed. Without turning away, he slices and rips away the last remaining flesh holding Rader’s scalp to his skull. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stormy is horrified. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STORMY&lt;br /&gt;Nokosee, what’s wrong with him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busimanolotome mocks her in the same high-pitched voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUSIMANOLOTOME&lt;br /&gt;“Nokosee, what’s wrong with him?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gets up and, with the scalp in one hand and the knife in the other, walks low in the water like a samauri toward Stormy while whistling a happy tune. Being a child of the sixties, it’s from “Hair”: “Good Morning Starshine.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we move in on Stormy, she raises the shotgun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busimanolotome stops and laughs while throwing Rader’s scalp onto a nearby cypress knee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUSIMANOLOTOME&lt;br /&gt;Put it away little girl. There isn’t a bullet made with my name on it. Besides, it’s empty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bends over and pulls Kyle’s body off of Stormy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stormy drops the gun, gets up and starts to stumble away when Busimanolotome reaches out and grabs her wrist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUSIMANOLOTOME&lt;br /&gt;Thanks anyway for not shooting me. You never know, it’s not like I’m infallible or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stormy, recoling, yanks her hand away and scrambles on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busimmanolotome laughs and begins scalping Kyle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUSIMANOLOTOME&lt;br /&gt;Nokosee, see if you can find that guy’s head. It’ll look good on a pole outside our chickee. Maybe we could shrink it.&lt;br /&gt;( starts singing)&lt;br /&gt;Gliddy glup gloopy, Nibby nabby noopy, Lala-Lolo, Sabba sibby sabba, Nooby aba naba, Lele-Lolo, Tooby ooby wala, Nooby aba naba, Early Morning Singing Song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stormy stumbles up to Nokosee and helps him to his feet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STORMY&lt;br /&gt;Tell me he’s kidding, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOKOSEE&lt;br /&gt;Does it look like he’s kidding?&lt;br /&gt;( to his dad)&lt;br /&gt;You’ve been trailing me, haven’t you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busimanolotome continues to scalp when he says &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUSIMANOLOTOME&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much. Can’t let anything happen to my only son. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing, he rips through the last piece of flesh and rises with the scalp. He turns and points out the parts in the lyrics, except for the first one which he holds high over his head and the last one, especially the last:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUSIMANOLOTOME&lt;br /&gt;I got my hair, I got my head, I got my brains, I got my ears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Laughing, he shakes the VC ear necklace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nokosee, stumbling through the water with Stormy, says &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOKOSEE&lt;br /&gt;I could have used your help a little earlier, dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busimanolotome stops short. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUSIMANOLOTOME&lt;br /&gt;Ditch the attitude, boy. Sounds like you’ve been hanging around that Outsider too long. Those airboats were a little too fast for my bithlo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shows Nokosee the scalp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUSIMANOLOTOME&lt;br /&gt;How’s this for a souvenir? Not bad, eh? Sure beats a wussy merit badge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nokosee and Stormy stop short and turn away. Stormy moans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busimanolotome walks up to them and speaks to his son. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUSIMANOLOTOME&lt;br /&gt;Now don’t get weak on me, son. This is what we do. And remember, we take no prisoners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He forces the bloody scalp into Nokosee’s hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nokosee, repulsed, turns from the scalp to his father. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busimanolotome searches his son’s face for his resolve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nokosee tells him firmly in Seminole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOKOSEE&lt;br /&gt;Don’t touch her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busimanolotome shakes his head disappointingly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUSIMANOLOTOME&lt;br /&gt;I blew up the airboat so they could find her. Make it a quick goodbye. I can see the choppers coming now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busimanolotome turns and, whistling from “Hair” again, gathers up Haalpatee’s hide and the floating head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two searchlights hovering in the sky are moving toward us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stormy and Nokosee turn from the copters to each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busimanolotome grabs Rader’s scalp and stops to look back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUSIMANOLOTOME&lt;br /&gt;Let’s go! She’s not one of us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turns and disappears into the burning cypress stand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nokosee is looking at Stormy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOKOSEE&lt;br /&gt;She is one of us. If she wants to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Stormy can get a chance to respond, we HEAR a distant mechanical roar. Stormy turns to the sound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An airboat’s searchlight criss-crosses the burning cypress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stormy looks back at Nokosee and with a shake of her head, turns away and runs into the clearing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STORMY&lt;br /&gt;I’m over here! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stops and looks back at Nokosee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s standing against the firelight, tears pouring from his eyes. He lifts the scalp over his head and lets loose a long, broken war cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears are rolling out of Stormy’s eyes too when the chopper searchlight finds her. She turns, runs to the light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nokosee is still standing with the scalp above his head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUSIMANOLOTOME (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;C’mon! What are you, the fucking Statue of Liberty? Let’s go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nokosee, crumbling slowly, turns to his father’s voice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busimanolotome, in his bithlo, is holding the tiller of a small electric boat motor. A .50 caliber machinegun is on a tripod in the bow, the decapitated head jammed on the stake through the tripod. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nokosee, stumbling through the water, falls into the hull.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stormy hears her father’s voice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAM (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;( through a megaphone)&lt;br /&gt;Stormy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hesitates for a moment, stops short, looks back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nokosee, slumping in the bithlo, turns and sees her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hears her father’s VOICE again, looks back and then quickly turns away, running toward Nokosee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nokosee slumps into the bithlo as it turns. This image SLOWS DOWN as Busimanolotome enters, pushing a button on a boom box. He turns to us with an evil smile before slipping into the night. The MUSIC: Track 32 from “Hair;” the moving finale “The Flesh Failures” carries across credits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JPJzPI0lqiE?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Push button to accent your blogging experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stormy is running at us, reaching out, pleading. We pull away from her and she finally stops running. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STORMY&lt;br /&gt;Stop! Don’t leave me! Nokosee! Nokosee! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stormy is standing at the edge of the clearing. Sam arrives, jumps out, runs across the water and embraces his daughter. A helicopter circles, shining its light on the carnage. An explosion from the wrecked airboat lets loose a ball of fire and we RISE with it past the smoke and clouds into a black sky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FADE OUT.&lt;br /&gt;FADE IN ON:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;EXT. CYPRESS STAND— DAY&lt;br /&gt;As CREDITS RISE, Nokosee, wearing warpaint and a loincloth, is walking toward us in a cypress swamp singing the song. After the first chorus Stormy appears singing and wearing warpaint. She's wearing a loincloth and cropped Seminole jacket and leading a young band of Busimanolotome followers through calf deep water. They too are singing. They all look very much like members of the “tribal love rock musical” with a mixture of “Indian” and contemporary styles. The only difference: they’re carrying weapons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CREDITS END.&lt;br /&gt;FADE OUT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other screenplays by D.C. Copeland: &lt;a href="http://fifthstreetthetvseries.blogspot.com/"&gt;5th Street&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.badpresents.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bad Presents&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.crownjewelsthebookandmovie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Crown Jewels&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.highschoolreunionmassacre.blogspot.com/"&gt;High School Reunion Massacre&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.luckybastardthemovie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lucky Bastard! A Family Film&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://nokoseeandstormy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nokosee &amp;amp; Stormy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.monstermountain.blogspot.com/"&gt;Monster Mountain&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.onceuponatimeinharlem.blogspot.com/"&gt;Once Upon A Time In Harlem&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.savethechildrenthemovie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Save the Children&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.treethemovie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tree!&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.victoriaparke.blogspot.com/"&gt;Victoria Parke&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://yahoothemovie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yahoo!&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6080621577195087791-6282185960181120286?l=nokoseemovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nokoseemovie.blogspot.com/feeds/6282185960181120286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6080621577195087791&amp;postID=6282185960181120286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080621577195087791/posts/default/6282185960181120286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6080621577195087791/posts/default/6282185960181120286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nokoseemovie.blogspot.com/2008/08/nokosee-movie-screenplay.html' title='Nokosee Movie: A Native American Screenplay'/><author><name>Verticus Erectus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fq7AKH63dSU/SawcZMbmLpI/AAAAAAAAAzk/0s_kxW2DMVY/S220/GumsandalsLens.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fq7AKH63dSU/SJ9O5-iYwQI/AAAAAAAAAS8/LVGsw4I-H4U/s72-c/NokoseeVictory.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
