Bo: The Everglades Racer
Location: Los Angeles
Type: TV Commercial
OFFICIAL AUDITION NOTICE:
Bo, The Everglades Racer (trailer): Audition
You are invited to Audition for “Bo, The Everglades Racer” trailer, a two-minute promotional trailer for a script to be shown at an industry event in June. Those chosen after the audition will be paid a $300 day rate.
If you choose to participate, you will need to be present at Auditions, on:
DATE: Saturday, March 30th
AUDITION TIME: 9 AM – 12pm (PST)
LOCATION: Pierson Playhouse, 941 Temescal Canyon Rd. 90272
You will be auditioning for the role of Sawyer.
Your Character Description is below.
Clayton, father, 35+
—Good-hearted soul hit hard by the recent loss of his wife. Not typically a drinker, he has found himself at the bottom of a bottle wallowing in the misery of his loss of family, struggling with how to raise his son alone. Clayton was a proud strong reliable independent rancher and trapper living off the land on the edge of the Florida everglades, on a homestead with the help of his son and wife, but since her violent death in the jaws of an alligator, has become a bitter withdrawn shell of a man finding solace in the wrong spirits.
Sawyer, 40 – 55
A shrewd not-to-be–trusted racetrack businessman, his henchmen
steal the dog, Bo, and dye him black to enter him into races. Surly
and vicious, he will stoop to any level to win.
(Native American appearance a plus).
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Please also see sides: OFFICIAL-AUDITION-NOTICE-Sawyer
and OFFICIAL-AUDITION-NOTICE-Clayton
INT. FLAGLER TAMPA RACETRACK – HOLDING CELL – DAY
Flickering light bulb hangs from the ceiling.
Francisco drops a bowl of breakfast slop in front of the
prisoner. Bo sniffs. Not interested.
FRANCISCO
Don’t worry, you’ll soon forget
about the boy. And we’ll see how
long you can go without chow.
In a dark corner, a match strike lights up Sawyer.
He tokes on his cigar. AXEL, his fearsome Black, sits
regal by his side, growls at Bo.
SAWYER
Yunno, I’m particular about two
things — My smokes and my hounds.
This one’s a Radium cigar. Teddy
Roosevelt, leader of the free world.
smokes these… so gentlemen, tell
me why am I looking at a fawn?
FRANCISCO
It’s the kid’s hound we told you
about, boss. Outran that horse
down at the Tremont place.
SAWYER
You brought me a boy’s pet.
FRANCISCO
He runs fast, boss. Honest.
Albernese ENTERS.
ALBERNESE
He’s telling the truth. Saw it
myself. Hound’s got racing legs.
SAWYER
Fawn legs. Not exactly my color,
boys. Don’t get me wrong. I’m
not racist. I just have a color
preference.
(to Bo)
Fawn, can you run?
He pushes a button on his cane and a silver blade deploys.
He sticks it in Bo’s side. Nothing.
SAWYER (CONT’D)
He’s soft. Got no fight in ‘em.
Nah, he’s no finisher.
ALBERNESE
Won’t hurt to race ‘em.
SAWYER
I don’t need to be attracting the
law ‘round here because you two
buffoons saw fit to poach some
boy’s hound.
FRANCISCO
(gleaming)
You want me to put ‘em down?
Bo’s ears fall.
SAWYER
(taps cigar on armchair,
like Clayton)
Ah, hell. Race ‘em. If he doesn’t
win take him out back and shoot ‘em.
FRANCISCO
With pleasure.
ALBERNESE
What if people recognize him, boss?
SAWYER
Yeah, hmm… that is a problem. We
can’t race him like that, can we?
(contemplative beat)
Dye ‘em.
FRANCISCO
Dye ‘em?
SAWYER
Dye ‘em black, boys. Black as a
dead star in the night sky.
FRANCISCO
That’s an asteroid, boss?
SAWYER
Sure-sure. Fine-fine. Call it what
you want. Just make ‘em a Black.
Off Axel growling at Bo.
INT. BOILER ROOM – DAY
Labyrinth of winding pipes lead to a steam-pumping boiler.
Band commencement music reverberates above.
Francisco padlocks Champ’s chained torso to a downspout pipe.
He tosses the key behind the boiler. Turns a wheel valve.
FRANCISCO
Boy, best I open this valve a
smidgen… let off some pressure.
Otherwise this entire place could
go boom before your hound loses the
race. Can’t let that happen, now
can we?
Sawyer’s alligator shoes ENTER.
SAWYER
This the Boy Wonder causing all
the problems?
CHAMP
My name is Champ.
FRANCISCO
Boy menace, more like.
CHAMP
I know who you are. Yer —
SAWYER
Sawyer. George Sawyer. I own your
hound, and now, I own you.
CHAMP
When I get outta these chains, me
and my greyhound are gonna serve
you up a can of whoopass.
Sawyer lights a Radium.
SAWYER
Are ya now? ‘Fraid you’re too late.
Your racer is about to run his last
race… boy.
CHAMP
Only my Pa calls me boy. You stay
away from my dog. I’m warnin’ ya.
SAWYER
Shame, though. Your hound was a
helluva champion. What did you say
his name was?
CHAMP
Bo. His name is Bo.
SAWYER
Like Black Astor better.
(pulls papers from breast
pocket)
See these, boy? Insurance papers
on the place. Today, I’m taking up
a collection. A prepared mind pays
no price…
(looking down)
… nice footwear.
Dumps cigar ashes on Champ’s red sneakers.
SAWYER (CONT’D)
Tata.
CHAMP
Yer gonna pay…
(and then)
… Ef-fah.
117.
Sawyer halts.
SAWYER
What did you say, boy?
CHAMP
Ef-fah. Means dog.
SAWYER
I know what it means. Where’d you
learn to speak Seminole?
CHAMP
Your step brother, Buck.
SAWYER
Mal-ee-tul-kah.
[Half-breed: in Seminole]
He ain’t my blood, and he sure
ain’t my brother. His mama was a
white woman. He’s weak. Always was.
CHAMP
Buck ain’t weak. He has more
feathers than you’ll ever have.
SAWYER
Ha-ha, boy speaks of wisdom. No
amount of wisdom is going to free
you from those chains, boy. Now,
what to do with you…
Sawyer FINGER-TAPS his ring on a copper pipe.
CHAMP
Apprehensive?
SAWYER
No.
(to idling Francisco)
Make sure he gets a proper burial
beneath the rubble.
FRANCISCO
Yes, boss.
As Sawyer EXITS —
SAWYER
Ef-fah. Never want to hear that
name again.
FRANCISCO
You heard ‘em. After the race,
you go boom.
Francisco EXITS. Closes the door.
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