It all begins with that sequence
The intro fades out to a nice fly over Hong Kong where an under-equiped nerd masturbates to some K-Pr0n magazine whilst typing some garbled junk on his relabelled-as-Samsung-S2 CHINTOOKFONN-CN419 wired phone (he mistakenly broke the antenna).
-Mike, Mike, he moans, oh Mike, will you forgive me...
-a macroshot of his face unveils a tear, slowly slaloming through his pimples, then on his sparse moustache before falling near his loving-hand.
(Note: it's an American flick: everybody's supposed to be yelling or at least to perform anything they're doing the loudliest way possible, this includes the HK opening scene)
The horrendous noise of an helicopter landing near police cars surrounding an house similar to Drexl's in "True Romance". A man wearing a duffle coat leaves the helicopter and gets to the policeman in charge.
The camera zoom's to the house in the background where a man is holding a sizzling, larsening megaphone, even with the volume to the max, it's impossible to understand what he's speaking about even though the words "absolutely", "serious", "software", "problem", or "schizo-affective" sometimes come to recognition.
The camera focusses back to the policeman:
-How long has it been going, Officer?
-14 hours, Sir.
-What the Hell does he want?
-Some more batteries for his megaphone. He says he hasn't even gotten to the end of his introduction.
-We cannot let this go on forever, Officer: the Mayor has ready become fifty thousands complaints from the neighbourhood: they cannot stand it anymore. three hundred people have already taken their lives.
-But Sir, he says the First Amendm...
-Holy Shit, Officer! Don't let anyone throw his Constitutional Rights at you: just pack that fucker to Guantanamo!
A Limo'ed Bentley stops. A butler exits it, then unroll a red carpet from its back door to the policemen. He finally opens the car door from where appears what looks like an obese cross between The Dude, John Lennon, and Ronald Reagan.
The man approaches the policemen and tells:
-Don't worry Sirs, he won't finish.
-What do you mean "he won't finish?" ? Who the fuck are you ?
-Sir, I think I recognize that guy: it's Rusty Foster, a very successfull Web1.0 entrepreneur who gained billions from his famous Web Portal...
-No Sir. Kuro5hin.org. He machiavelously came with a scheme that helped him squeeze 5 bucks of off every one of his new comers, then he pretended this is "where Teh El Qaheed meet" so all of the NSA employees subscribed at once, thus demonstrating the power of TEH SCOOP.
-K5. I know that site. Before getting the covetted place of Data-Cruncha-Numero-Uno for the NSIA, I used to be known there as mumble. But I hoped it'd die, like anybody else who fell for this ugly scam. A site that once called itself "worse than C4 if at all"? Whatever. What do you want to tell us, Mister Foster?
-This man is Michael David Crawford. We call him MDC because we're lazy and lack social skills. Despite his sexy uncontrollable sodomitic pulsions, he's quite inoffensive. He's known for his unability to achieve anything: he's begun a thesis about the software problem, and plenty of software all of which he never fully completed. He's now under probation for not-quite-raping his former wife.
(The camera breaks to a scene such as this one, where Bonita would be the moustached medical aide)
Somehow, later in the movie, I'm thinking of a scene somehow similar of the dinner scene in "Fargo"... with sye and MDC.
OK, Sir, so let's end the draft here and let's suggest some way to take this script even further. And whatever happens, make your scenes noisy!