You will be reading actual “SCENES” from the screenplay MR. PINK. Although you may read for one character listed below, if you are chosen, for a call back OR a film role, management reserves the right to audtion and hire you for another character in the film.
As in all casting of films, there may be a “star”, who wishes a certain role that is posted below. Again, management reserves the right to re audition you, if chosen, for another role.
*Remember to keep your video under 2 minutes in length. Remember, you have to become these characters, as if you are living the part, so do not rush, unless you feel that is part of the character’s reaction. And remember, THE ONLY WAY TO FA IL, IS NOT TO TRY. Good Luck to all!
SCENE DESCRIPTION: Two 19 YEAR OLD “Guys” have just left the scene of the “Heist”. They are pumped up from an adrenalin rush, thus speaking very quickly, while Mr. Yellow looks around for the police, who nearly caught them.
NOTE: Please feel free to perform this audition scene with a friend, an off camera reader, OR you may be brave and read BOTH CHARACTERS in one audition; however, if you read both characters, you must act as though you are more than one person, relating and reacting to the other person, to carry this off successfully and professionally.
INTERIOR VAN, MR PINK SLAMS ON THE BRAKES OF THE VAN.
ARE YOU CRAZY?
With all these cops around? Do you really think I am nuts?!
By now they’ve found Bonner and the fat ass Librarian, who are singing like two canaries. So, get out and I’ll come back for you in my jeep.
So if we split up you THINK we have a better chance? Like there’s twelve million dollars worth of art in here, why should I trust YOU to come back for me? Huh? HUH?!!!
MR. PINK glares at him. Hard.
I’m not afraid of that stare. I’m not afraid of YOU. You know what I’m afraid of? Those twenty two cops waiting to shoot my ass off, when I step out of this van and you drive through them like friggin Steve McQueen in “Bullitt”. No way… I ain’t goin’, now or ever.
MR. PINK SHOVES MR. YELLOW OUT THE DOOR OF THE VAN, THEN DRIVES THROUGH THE POLICE, JUST LIKE MR. YELLOW SAID.
Owww… Oh man….. there goes my future!
BULLETS WHIZ OVER MR. YELLOW’S HEAD AS HE CRASHES THROUGH A WINDOW. HE ROLLS INTO A ROOM, AND IS HANDED AN ICE CREAM BY A LITTLE GIRL.
This better not be rocky road.
F.B.I. AGENT MARKUM, can be any gender and any age. As the agent enters the room they give Chas the once over with a stern glance. Chas never responds, he just acts cool which steadily infuriates the F B I Agent, through the scene.
Mr. Allen, do you know why you were brought in here for questioning today?
(Just smiles coolly)
Agent Markum throws a picture of an 18th Century Medical book in front of Chas.
We found THAT in YOUR house, Mr. Allen.
(Continuing to smile)
Agent Markum throws a few more photos in front of Chas, for dramatic effect.
So, it appears you have no idea how all of this stolen property, worth millions, got into your house?
Chas looks at the photos, then innocently looks up at the Agent.
As the legal owner of the house, these stolen items make YOU responsible. Are you aware of the penalty for harboring stolen property?
(He looks away, ignoring the agent)
Tell me about your trip to New York.
Tell me about the auction house Christies. And unless you begin answering me, I have the power to tag on an additional twenty five years to the prison sentence I promise you, you are going to get…just for pissing me off.
AGENT MARKUM slams his fist down in front of Chas, causing Chas to jump.
Now, one last time… you tell me….WHO IS MR. PINK?!
CHAS IS WITH HIS GIRLFRIEND CLARE, WHO IS FORCING HIM TO DEAL WITH HIS MOTHER. CLAIRE IS EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD, ATTRACTIVE, SMART, AND VERY MUCH INTO NOT LOSING HER MAN…EVEN TO HIS MOMMY.
When is she gonna stand on her own two feet, Chas? For God sake you’re the kid…
Your dad enjoys tormenting her and she enjoys playing the victim. For God sakes the entire household is dysfunctional.
Chas still says nothing, but you can see he is bothered by this.
OKAY, maybe I should mind my own business but guess what, if you and I are going to be a couple… I mean, all that crap about “unconditional” love….there is no such thing. Everybody has a price…and right now you are paying that price for everybody. Except me. We haven’t even been together for two weeks. You have missed so many classes this semester, I don’t know how you plan on passing. How are you going to take your finals? What are you going to make of yourself when you flunk out of school? You planning to work in the coal fields? Because I don’t want dirt under the fingernails Chas. I want a guy with a suit and tie, and a hundred bucks in his pocket. And, every time he comes to see me, he brings me something special. I want real love Chas, and I want to be number one in that guys life.
So screw “unconditional love”.
CHAS’ SIXTEEN YEAR OLD BROTHER, BLAKE HAS PRACTICED THE GAME OF BEER PONG SO HE CAN BE COOL AT THE FRAT PARTY TONIGHT. HE IS TALKING TO HIS BEST FRIEND JAKE, WHO IS LISTENING INTENTLY.
My Mom’s out playing cards and Sydney’s at a sleep over.
My brother is like the coolest guy I know. Who else would allow a couple of kids like us to come to his party just to become juvenile delinquents.
And also lets us play beer pong with the “ladies”!
BLAKE STARTS THE CAR, AND PEELS OUT.
Hang on, it’s going to be a bumpy ride…… And Jake don’t forget to
Stay focused buddy. Some of those ladies are nasty with low cut
Tops, just waiting for them things to pop out! I mean, you can have your
Moment of bliss, as long as your bliss doesn’t kill our chances of winning…The ladies
Love to con, you know. But we need to win tonight! To show the brothers we
are cool too. (Blake laughs to himself, then recites) God Bless America and
God Bless tits!
I Love It When Freedom Rings. But It’s Always Better When
You Bounce Them Things! (He Laughs) Let’s win this game.
THE BLACK MARKET ART BUYER IS MEETING WITH ONE OF THE “GUYS” TO BUY THE ART WORK. HE IS SUAVE, AND VERY MUCH IN CONTROL. HE CAN BE ANY AGE.
Sit down, relax.
TWO BOUNCERS PUSH OUR GUY INTO A SEAT AND QUICKLY FRISK HIM.
I’m impressed. No gun, and No wire. So now we know you are not wearing one it’s nice to put the e-mail to the face, even though you look much younger than I thought, from your choice of “code” words. It’s nice you caught on that we only use “code” words here. So call me Flintstone. Now, I suspect the items I am looking for are under lock and key in your Hotel Suite?
THE BUYERS TAKES A DEEP BREATH, THEN LAUGHS
How do you suggest I buy them if you do not have them here?
FLINTSTONE,,,,this is NOT the United States. I must be frank with you. I have serious doubts if you can deliver what I need. But to show you how serious I am….there is twelve million dollars in that trunk over there just waiting to be rolled into YOUR room, if you had the art work.
I brought the money and was willing to pay you. Now you tell me you do not have the collection with you?
Are you looking for more money? Are you playing games with me?
Flintstone, I want the FULL COLLECTION, or there is no deal. If you are as smart as you have let on, I look forward to seeing you and the FULL COLLECTION very soon.
THE VERY BUBBLY MS. STACY, WHO IS ANY AGE, IS TRYING TO MAKE A DEAL ON THE ART WORK, BUT THE “GUYS” AREN’T SAYING MUCH.
Gentlemen, sorry for the wait. I hope you found us okay? Would you like some tea or coffee?
They again shake their heads NO.
Well follow me then. And lets get started.
SHE LOOKS AT THE ART WORK.
MS. STACEY (CONT’D)
MY, MY, MY. This is quite impressive. And you have the books here in New York City?
With you now?
SHE SMILES BROADLY.
And you got them from…
an employer you say? Who wishes to remain anonymous.
YES, YES, of course…and we at Christies pride ourselves in confidentiality. (a beat) The long and the short of it, Mr…aahh…Williams …is that we have a buyer already, but he is a bit low in his bid. Now we have ways to get them to raise their offers and their prices…
Excuse me…did you say you’ll take the offer? But I haven’t mentioned a price….
SHE LOOKS DOWN AT HER NOTES
Well I’m almost embarrassed to say it…it’s only a Million Dollars for the ….You’ll take it? But why, I know I can get more money for these books…why they’re worth over twelve million dollars!
Well if you are ready to sell, you are ready to sell, right? I will telephone the buyer, once I have seen the pieces. You do have them with you?
ONE OF OUR GUYS SNAPS HIS FINGERS AND THE OTHER GUY RUNS OUT OF THE ROOM. MS. STACEY TRIES TO GET MORE INFORMATION.
Mr. Williams, have you known Mr. Stephens a long time? He just looks so very young to be handling this large of a transaction.
Not that we discriminate…certainly not when it comes to confidentiality either.
Which reminds me. You need to sign, date and put your phone number on the confidentiality form please…
I will then call you within a few days, and (she crosses her fingers) I may have a better offer for you too. You can step out to meet the appraiser in the lobby. Thank you.