Sasha Santiago, dir.
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Sasha Santiago, dir.
Casting "Divine Animals: The Rules Don't Apply," a short crime/thriller. Director states: "This is an experimental six-part web series that will serve as a pilot for a slate of interconnected cross-genre movies made for a direct-to-viewer experience. 'The Rules Don't Apply' will be followed up with but not limited to one feature length prequel and three unique character driven, multilingual serial spin-offs."
Rehearsal and Production Dates & Locations
Rehearsals begin in April; shoots May in lower Manhattan and in Croton/Hudson, NY.
Compensation & Union Contract Details
No pay. Dir. states: "No initial pay, but things could change with the project structured out to be a continuing series and feature film."
Script Sides, Chet
A steel cable prevents cars from crossing the one lane bridge. CHET, mid 20s, looks at the vast surroundings. He walks back to the car and leans into the open window to talk with JOLENE, mid 20s.
We can’t drive over the bridge.
What are we going to do? Is there another
We walk across. The border is about 12 klicks
into those woods.
What’s a klick?
What do we do with the car?
Jolene looks in the backseat. TRUE, age 10, is asleep. Jolene touches her RED NECKLACE.
You two stay here by the side of the road and I’ll drive the
car back up about a mile and find a place to hide it.
We’re really going to do this?
You want to go back?
The thought crosses Jolene’s mind for a moment. They both know there’s no way they can go back to the ways things were.
Come on Sweetie. We’re going on an
adventure. Put your shoes on.
Chet takes the last backpack out of the trunk and places it near a pile of hiking gear behind a bush a few feet away from the road.
There’s a slight chance border patrol could
still drive by. It’s unlikely, but maybe it’s a good idea
if you and True lay low until I get back.
Script Sides, Kent
Can I ask you what made you
want to become a Foster parent in the first place?
My wife grew up in Foster homes. She’s got a big heart.
We both felt opening up our home was the right thing to do.
Why do I have a feeling you know something, Mr. Davis?
You saying I’m a suspect?
Well, if there is reason for me to believe you’re using
this missing girl for your own personal agenda...
Recon Angel. It’s your company, right? Did you tag or
implant one of your tracking chips in True?
Let me ask you something detective, are you
saying if I did, it would be helpful to you in locating
her because you don’t know where to start looking?
I prefer you give me a straight answer.
McAVODY walks in. He’s on the phone with the Diving Team. Whispers in Kent’s ear.
PSD just found a kid’s body in the east river in Washington Heights.
Everyone remains silent as McAVOY waits for confirmation on the discovery.
It’s a boy’s body. It’s not True. It may be Antwan,
he’s wearing the same sneakers.
Whose body was found?
It’s a boy. We won’t know who exactly until DNA tests are performed.
Mr. Davis, I’ve got over a 100 cops looking for True.
If you’re screwing around with me, I’m gonna
take you down. You feel me? So, let’s work together.
Are you leaving?
I am. My wife knows how to get a hold of me.
Script Sides, Marisol
6E - INT. MARISOL’S TOWNHOUSE– DAY
Marisol, Hispanic woman in her mid 30s, invites Maldonado into her home. She looks down the hallway and sees a girl in a wheelchair facing a window.
Thank you for coming to visit us.
I’m Marisol. That’s my daughter, Luz.
Maldonado notices the colorful crayon drawings of people pinned on the wall.
Did your daughter make all these drawings?
Yes, she has visions of people she’ll meet
one day in her life. It’s a special gift. I believe
this might be you, if I’m not mistaking.
When Maldonado looks at the drawing, the likeness surprises her.
She drew this? Wow, this is really fascinating.
Yes, it was earlier this year. Would you like
to meet Luz now?
Should I tell her the whole truth about, Rex?
Yes, tell her the story just how you remember
it. It’s important she has closure.
Maldonado follows Marisol into where Luz’s sits. As she walks by the drawings she notices one that resembles, TRUE DARLING. She stops and exams it closely.
She has cerebral palsy.
My daughter, she has cerebral palsy.
That’s why she’s in a wheel chair.
Right, I was actually wondering if your
daughter also drew this picture, right here?
She drew them all, Detective. She’s an artist.