Here’s a little idea for a movie that I came up with a while ago… check it out and let me know what you think!! I originally posted this a long time ago, but I’ve revised it extensively and *fingers crossed* am hoping to attract some big name producers this time!
Movie poster is black with a closeup photo of a shiny badge. The name on it reads JUSTICE, and you can make out a uniformed cop’s reflection on it.
The main character is BRETT JUSTICE, a rookie cop from the wrong side of the tracks. After his older brother and mentor was caught in the crossfire of a firefight between rival gangs fighting over drug turf, he joins the police academy and swears to dedicating his life to stopping drug violence in the ghettos of Empire City.
The film opens with a closeup on the badge, just like the poster. Camera pulls back to reveal that the badge is pinned to JUSTICE’s chest and he’s putting the cuffs on a notorious drug dealer. He’s tending to a the minor cut he sustained in the bust as reporters arrive, and looks up just in time to see his asshole sergeant posing for the cameras with the drug dealer, answering questions as the cameras flash.
Back at the precinct, JUSTICE grabs the sergeant by the collar and slams him against a wall of lockers. “That was MY collar!” JUSTICE yells. The sergeant pushes JUSTICE away and brushes himself off and sneers “Sorry kiddo, you snooze, you lose,” as he walks away. His captain, an older white guy, walks by and throws JUSTICE a manilla folder and says “Your bust today just walked, the DA bargained it down to community service. Sorry kid, that’s the way things are in this city.”
I love the near-future, dystopian vision of ROBOCOP 3!
JUSTICE looks at the clock and realizes it’s midnight, and his shift is over. Sighing in frustration, he changes into his “civies” (street clothes) and begins the walk home. The streets are wet, glistening and reflecting the garish neon signs and street lights of gritty downtown Empire City. He heads towards the docks, his favorite spot to think things over and sits down on worn park bench, looking out over the piers, when he hears a scream. He sees a struggle at the neighboring dock, and before he knows what’s happening, sees a group of goons shoot a woman in the head and throw her limp, lifeless body into the water. A voice says “OK boys, we’re done. Let’s get out of here.” JUSTICE catches a glimpse of the speaker, who’s been sitting in a limo the whole time, watching the execution. JUSTICE watches as the limo speeds off, trying to absorb everything he just saw.
Realizing that he can’t go to the police with this, given the rampant corruption in the department (as evidenced by the previous events), he pays a visit to a friend of his. The friend is a hacker named CORTEX that JUSTICE knows from high school. “Check it out,” the hacker says, “I invented a camera the size of a pencil eraser that can broadcast over any network TV channel within 15 miles.” JUSTICE says “You’re good, CORTEX. That’s why I came to you. Can you get me surveillance footage of the docks tonight?” “Sure thing,” replies CORTEX, as he types a few cryptic commands into his terminal. In seconds, grainy green and whit e video of the shooting is on the screen. “Run those plates for me,” JUSTICE says. CORTEX types a few more commands and says “Holy crap man… That’s the MAYOR’S limo!” They zoom in on the woman’s face that was killed, digitally enhancing it. The computer scanning through hundreds of photos in seconds until it finds a match for the woman’s photo. CORTEX prints out an 8×10 glossy for JUSTICE. “I gotta find out what’s going on here,” JUSTICE says. “Thanks for your help, I’ll be in touch,” he adds as he runs out of CORTEX’s warehouse.
JUSTICE hits the streets, interrogating various thugs and hoodlums. He eventually tracks down two guys that supposedly know something. Initially they refuse to speak to him, but he pulls out a baggie of crack and says “I’d hate to have to bring you guys in for possession. You sure you don’t have anything to say?” The thugs protest, but realize that JUSTICE is too streetwise for them, and eventually tell him that the mayor is the head of a gang of drug dealers that are importing a new drug called JACK from South America and selling it in the projects, trading the lives of the urban poor for profits. The thug pauses and says “But you can’t touch him, man… He’s above the law.” JUSTICE throws the crack down and leaves.
He goes to his captain back the the precinct, who is a trustworthy mentor. He closes the door to the office and tells his captain everything. The captain is unfazed. He waits for JUSTICE to finish, then says “JUSTICE, I know. Everyone knows. But leave this one alone. Its bigger than you, bigger than me… It’s bigger than all of us. Just do your job the best you can and go home to your wife and kids. You can’t save the world by yourself, JUSTICE.” He tells JUSTICE that the DA is cahoots with the mayor and nothing will ever happen to him.
The following day, his wife calls him at work, distraught. The inner city school she teaches at is closing on the orders of the mayor, ostensibly due to budget cuts. It cuts to her as she hangs up the phone, and a construction worker is locking the front doors to the school shut with chains and giant padlocks. He comes home to comfort her, only to find an eviction notice on their front door, citing “housing code violations.” The following day, his captain calls JUSTICE into his office and tells JUSTICE that he has no choice but to fire him due to pressure from hire ups. “I’m sorry JUSTICE. I got a wife and kids to think about here. I don’t want to do this, but I need your badge and gun.”
Back at home, JUSTICE tells his wife that the mayor is going after him because he discovered the drug operation. She tells him that it’s not his job to save the world, finally screaming “This won’t bring your brother back to life, JUSTICE!” She says she’s taking their daughter and going to her mother’s.
JUSTICE checks in at a fleabag motel on the wrong side of the tracks, hitting rock bottom. Cut to a montage of JUSTICE staggering through the rain with a bottle of vodka in his hand. At the end of the montage, the view is blurry and indistinguishable before focusing on a newspaper box. The front page of the newspaper has a picture of the mayor with the headline “MAYOR VOWS TO CRACK DOWN ON DRUGS” with the subhead “JACK epidemic causes rise in gang violence.” JUSTICE flops down on his ratty bed and passes out.
The next day JUSTICE realizes he must act. Cut to a montage of him making phone calls on the motel’s crappy rotary phone. He calls his old friends from the Empire City PD, and the montage becomes a series of images of his tough cop buddies suiting up (ala Commando or Rambo)- putting knives in their boots, zipping up kevlar vests, and smearing strips of black under their eyes. He makes one more phone call, this time to CORTEX again. He says “CORTEX, I need your help on one more thing…” and it cuts to all the cops meeting at the pier in full battle gear.
The cops storm the mayor’s warehouse where he refines the JACK, surprising all the workers as they’re in the midst of the process. People in lab coats and dust masks flee in terror as they shoot the place up before seizing one of the scientists. The scientist says he knows nothing, but that the mayor is up at his mansion planning something big.
The guys invade the mayor’s mansion. Scene of the guys sneaking onto the grounds using only hand signals. The police sniper starts by shooting out the perimeter lights, then the SWAT guys climb up the walls with grappling hooks. They silently climb up behind the mayor’s guards and grab them from behind, snapping their necks. They move onto the mayor’s office, where he’s sitting at his desk waiting for them. A group of guards jumps out on all sides of the cops, holding them at gunpoint. He sneers and says “You can’t touch me JUSTICE, you’re done.” The camera shows JUSTICE furtively pressing a small button on his belt as he says “You’re dirty, mayor, and I’m not gonna let you get away with this.” The mayor retorts “Yeah JUSTICE? What are YOU gonna do about it?” He then launches into a long speech detailing how he has all of EMPIRE CITY in his pocket and can get away with anything he wants. He concludes by saying “Now, you got any last words?” as his thugs’ fingers tighten on their triggers. “Yeah,” says JUSTICE, “say cheese!” The TV on the wall behind the mayor turns on by itself and begins to playback footage of the mayor spilling the beans on his plot. It cuts to a family sitting at home watching a sitcom, and the mayor footage breaks in on the program. At a sports bar, the football game is interrupted by the same footage. The guys in the bar boo loudly for a second, then fall silent as they realize what they’re seeing. The mayor’s thugs realize the jig is up, drop their guns and run away and the mayor’s smug smile fades.
Cut to a newspaper front page with a picture of the mayor and the corrupt DA being led up the courthouse steps in handcuffs with the headline “MAYOR FOUND GUILTY” on it. Then jump to a shot of somone cutting the locks off the schoolhouse doors and dozens of happy kids streaming in as JUSTICE’s wife looks on, smiling proudly. Finally, cut to JUSTICE putting on his uniform. He pins the badge to his chest and the camera zooms in on it, filling the frame with the word JUSTICE.