Ice Cube’s Son & Chris Tucker’s son remake Friday for the rams…
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Check out my dud script below
Title: FRIDAY: SUPER BOWL SUNDAY (LA EDITION) Characters:
- O’SHEA JR. (as Craig): Looking exactly like his dad, but with better skincare.
- DESTIN TUCKER (as Smokey): High energy, wearing a Rams jersey two sizes too big.
[SCENE START]
EXT. SOUTH CENTRAL PORCH – DAY
O’SHEA JR. is sitting in a coordinate-branded lawn chair. He looks out at the street, sighing. DESTIN TUCKER pulls up in a lowrider that is vibrating so hard the side mirror falls off. He hops out, tripping over his own oversized jersey.
DESTIN (Screaming) Wassup, Craig! I mean… O’Shea! Man, you look just like your daddy. It’s creepy, dog. I feel like I owe you twenty dollars just for looking at you!
O’SHEA JR. Man, sit down. You’re making my hairline recede just listening to you.
DESTIN (Sits down, bouncing) You ready for the Rams game? SoFi Stadium, baby! The House that Kroenke built! I got the snacks, I got the spirit, and I got…
(He pulls out a single, crushed bag of Pork Rinds)
O’SHEA JR. That’s it? That’s all you brought for the Super Bowl? We’re supposed to be hosting the whole neighborhood.
DESTIN Man, times is hard! My daddy told me he was gonna give me some money, but then he just started doing high-kicks and shouted “Hee-hee!” and ran into the kitchen. I think he’s still in there!
O’SHEA JR. (Rubbing his temples) You ain’t got no job. You ain’t got nothing to do. I’m trying to watch Matthew Stafford throw a dot, and you’re over here with a bag of skin.
[Suddenly, a massive shadow looms over them. It’s DEEBO’S SON—who is 6’9” and wearing a 49ers jersey.]
DEEBO’S SON That’s a nice jersey, Smokey.
DESTIN (Voice goes up three octaves) Oh, hey, Deebo Jr.! It’s just a starter jersey! It’s not even official! I got it from a guy named Hector at the swap meet!
DEEBO’S SON (Points at O’Shea’s snacks) Whatchu got to eat?
O’SHEA JR. (Stands up, channelng the energy) It’s Sunday, man. Go home. We’re watching the Rams.
DEEBO’S SON Rams? In LA? This is Niners territory.
DESTIN (Whispering to O’Shea) Psst. Give him the pork rinds. He looks hungry and I’m too pretty for a black eye!
O’SHEA JR. No. My daddy told me if I let one more person take my chain or my chips, he’s gonna make me play him in a biopic again. And I can’t do it, Destin! I can’t keep wearing those 90s flannels!
DESTIN (Suddenly brave) Yeah! You heard him! Get out of here, Deebo! Before I call my daddy and he tells you how “You win some, you lose some, but you live… you live to fight another day!”
DEEBO’S SON …What?
DESTIN I don’t know! It sounded cool when the old man said it!
[O’Shea Jr. picks up a brick—but it’s actually just a very heavy, gold-plated Super Bowl trophy.]
O’SHEA JR. You want this? Come get it.
[Deebo’s Son looks at the trophy, looks at O’Shea’s scowl, and remembers what happened to his dad in the original movie.]
DEEBO’S SON Man, forget y’all. I’m going to Buffalo Wild Wings.
[He stomps off.]
DESTIN (Dancing around) YOU GOT KNOCKED OUT! Well, he walked away, but it felt like a knockout! Break yo’ self, Deebo!
O’SHEA JR. (Sitting back down) Sit down, Destin. The game’s starting.
DESTIN (Grabbing the remote) And you know this, MAN!
[FADE OUT as the Rams fight song plays on a kazoo.]
[SCENE END]
