mattr66usa
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Since Andrew (802SHO) likes to use AI. I had some fun with it too..... Here goes my screenplay. Let me know if you think this has a chance of making it to Hollywood:
A Screenplay in Multiple Chapters
EXT. ANDREW’S DRIVEWAY – DAY
A meticulously polished black car gleams in the sunlight. ANDREW, a defiant millennial with an endless supply of confidence and stubbornness, wipes the car like it's a sacred relic. Car parts, packaging, and aftermarket catalogs are scattered everywhere.
His mother, JEN, stands nearby with her arms crossed.
JEN
Andrew… you’ve spent a year’s salary on that thing. A whole year’s salary.
ANDREW
It’s not “that thing,” Mom. It’s an investment. You wouldn’t get it.
The car burbles unevenly, but Andrew doesn’t notice — or refuses to.
INT. MATT’S GARAGE – EVENING
MATT, age 47, weathered, calm, and infinitely patient — or he used to be — wipes his hands on a rag as Andrew pulls up.
The black car idles roughly, the exhaust note stumbling. Matt doesn’t need to pop the hood to know the disaster brewing beneath it.
MATT
I told you the 2010–2012 computer can’t handle aftermarket injectors at wot and can't get the full volume from the aftermarket DI fuel pump without having some parameters added to the tuning software packages.
Now you’ve smoked a perfectly good engine.
Andrew bristles instantly.
ANDREW
There it is. Mr. Know-It-All. You’re always acting like you invented engines or something.
MATT
No. I’m acting like someone who’s been doing this for 30 years.
Andrew sneers, offended by reality itself.
EXT. AUTO PARTS STORE – NIGHT
Andrew storms out with another armload of expensive parts he doesn’t understand. His friends used to come along for these trips. Now? Nobody will answer his texts.
He tosses the parts into the black car, frustrated.
His phone buzzes — a message from Matt.
MATT (TEXT)
If you keep stacking mods without tuning properly, you’re going to ruin more than your engine.
Andrew throws the phone into the passenger seat.
ANDREW
(angry to himself)
Everyone thinks they know better. I’ll show them. I’ll show all of them.
The car misfires violently as it starts. He pretends he didn’t hear it.
INT. HIGHWAY – NIGHT
Andrew flies down the freeway, convinced the latest parts “fixed everything.”
Suddenly—
POP POP POP POP!
The engine misfires brutally under WOT. The whole car shudders.
The transmission slips on the shift, RPMs flaring wildly.
ANDREW
No. NO. Not now!
Another misfire. Another slipping shift. The black car limps to the shoulder, wheezing.
Andrew slams the steering wheel.
ANDREW
Why does this keep happening?!
His phone lights up with a new message — from Jen.
JEN (TEXT)
Honey, please just talk to Matt. He’s always tried to help you.
Andrew turns the phone facedown.
EXT. TOW YARD – DAY
The black car sits on a flatbed, defeated. Andrew stands signing paperwork, exhausted and alone.
Workers gossip nearby.
WORKER 1
Man… this thing’s been in here three times this month.
WORKER 2
Owner keeps throwing money at mods instead of fixing the basics.
Andrew hears it. He tries to ignore it. Fails.
He walks around the car, guilt and frustration swirling.
Jen approaches slowly.
JEN
Andrew… maybe it’s time to talk to Matt.
He looks away, pride boiling under the surface.
EXT. MATT’S GARAGE – NIGHT
Andrew stands outside the closed garage. Lights off. Tools locked up. Matt isn't there.
He knocks. No answer.
He knocks again, harder.
ANDREW
Matt! Come on, man! Just — help me. Please. I need you!
But the garage stays silent.
Andrew steps back in defeat. For the first time, he realizes he’s not just destroyed his engine — he’s destroyed relationships.
His pride has finally run out of fuel.
INT. SMALL DINER – MORNING
Andrew sits alone in a booth, staring at a cold cup of coffee. Jen sits across from him, worried.
The bell on the door jingles.
Matt walks in.
Andrew freezes.
Matt pauses, deciding whether to approach.
Then… he does.
He stands at the table, looking down at Andrew — not angry, not smug. Just tired.
MATT
You look like someone who’s finally ready to listen.
Andrew nods weakly.
ANDREW
I… I messed everything up. Not just the car. Everyone warned me. You warned me.
Matt sits down.
MATT
Engines can be rebuilt.
People… that takes more work.
Andrew takes a shaky breath.
ANDREW
Will you help me fix it?
Both the car… and everything else?
Matt smirks slightly.
MATT
Only if you’re done doing the exact opposite of what I tell you.
Andrew actually laughs.
ANDREW
Yeah… I think I finally am.
INT. MATT’S GARAGE – DAY
The hood is up. The broken engine is out. Matt hands Andrew tools — not doing the work for him, but teaching him.
Andrew listens. Really listens.
MATT
First rule: don’t buy parts just because someone online said they’re “sick.”
ANDREW
Yeah… learned that the hard way.
MATT
Second rule: tune first, modify second.
ANDREW
Got it.
(beat)
And third rule?
Matt glances at him.
MATT
Don’t ignore people trying to help you.
Andrew nods meaningfully.
Slowly… carefully… their friendship begins to rebuild, piece by piece, like torqueing bolts to spec.
EXT. OPEN ROAD – SUNSET
The black car, engine rebuilt properly, cruises smoothly. Andrew and Matt sit inside, relaxed.
No misfires. No slipping shifts. Just harmony.
Andrew grins.
ANDREW
Feels… perfect.
MATT
That’s what happens when you do things the right way — the first time.
Andrew glances over, grateful.
ANDREW
Thanks, Matt. For everything.
Matt nods.
And for the first time, Andrew realizes:
Fixing the car was the easy part.
Fixing himself took real work.
FADE OUT.
THE PRICE OF PRIDE
A Screenplay in Multiple Chapters
CHAPTER ONE — “All the Money in the World”
EXT. ANDREW’S DRIVEWAY – DAY
A meticulously polished black car gleams in the sunlight. ANDREW, a defiant millennial with an endless supply of confidence and stubbornness, wipes the car like it's a sacred relic. Car parts, packaging, and aftermarket catalogs are scattered everywhere.
His mother, JEN, stands nearby with her arms crossed.
JEN
Andrew… you’ve spent a year’s salary on that thing. A whole year’s salary.
ANDREW
It’s not “that thing,” Mom. It’s an investment. You wouldn’t get it.
The car burbles unevenly, but Andrew doesn’t notice — or refuses to.
CHAPTER TWO — “The Tuner and the Wall”
INT. MATT’S GARAGE – EVENING
MATT, age 47, weathered, calm, and infinitely patient — or he used to be — wipes his hands on a rag as Andrew pulls up.
The black car idles roughly, the exhaust note stumbling. Matt doesn’t need to pop the hood to know the disaster brewing beneath it.
MATT
I told you the 2010–2012 computer can’t handle aftermarket injectors at wot and can't get the full volume from the aftermarket DI fuel pump without having some parameters added to the tuning software packages.
Now you’ve smoked a perfectly good engine.
Andrew bristles instantly.
ANDREW
There it is. Mr. Know-It-All. You’re always acting like you invented engines or something.
MATT
No. I’m acting like someone who’s been doing this for 30 years.
Andrew sneers, offended by reality itself.
CHAPTER THREE — “Leave Me Alone”
EXT. AUTO PARTS STORE – NIGHT
Andrew storms out with another armload of expensive parts he doesn’t understand. His friends used to come along for these trips. Now? Nobody will answer his texts.
He tosses the parts into the black car, frustrated.
His phone buzzes — a message from Matt.
MATT (TEXT)
If you keep stacking mods without tuning properly, you’re going to ruin more than your engine.
Andrew throws the phone into the passenger seat.
ANDREW
(angry to himself)
Everyone thinks they know better. I’ll show them. I’ll show all of them.
The car misfires violently as it starts. He pretends he didn’t hear it.
CHAPTER FOUR — “The Breaking Point”
INT. HIGHWAY – NIGHT
Andrew flies down the freeway, convinced the latest parts “fixed everything.”
Suddenly—
POP POP POP POP!
The engine misfires brutally under WOT. The whole car shudders.
The transmission slips on the shift, RPMs flaring wildly.
ANDREW
No. NO. Not now!
Another misfire. Another slipping shift. The black car limps to the shoulder, wheezing.
Andrew slams the steering wheel.
ANDREW
Why does this keep happening?!
His phone lights up with a new message — from Jen.
JEN (TEXT)
Honey, please just talk to Matt. He’s always tried to help you.
Andrew turns the phone facedown.
CHAPTER FIVE — “The Cost of Ignoring Good Advice”
EXT. TOW YARD – DAY
The black car sits on a flatbed, defeated. Andrew stands signing paperwork, exhausted and alone.
Workers gossip nearby.
WORKER 1
Man… this thing’s been in here three times this month.
WORKER 2
Owner keeps throwing money at mods instead of fixing the basics.
Andrew hears it. He tries to ignore it. Fails.
He walks around the car, guilt and frustration swirling.
Jen approaches slowly.
JEN
Andrew… maybe it’s time to talk to Matt.
He looks away, pride boiling under the surface.
CHAPTER SIX — “Rock Bottom, But Louder”
EXT. MATT’S GARAGE – NIGHT
Andrew stands outside the closed garage. Lights off. Tools locked up. Matt isn't there.
He knocks. No answer.
He knocks again, harder.
ANDREW
Matt! Come on, man! Just — help me. Please. I need you!
But the garage stays silent.
Andrew steps back in defeat. For the first time, he realizes he’s not just destroyed his engine — he’s destroyed relationships.
His pride has finally run out of fuel.
CHAPTER SEVEN — “The Last Chance”
INT. SMALL DINER – MORNING
Andrew sits alone in a booth, staring at a cold cup of coffee. Jen sits across from him, worried.
The bell on the door jingles.
Matt walks in.
Andrew freezes.
Matt pauses, deciding whether to approach.
Then… he does.
He stands at the table, looking down at Andrew — not angry, not smug. Just tired.
MATT
You look like someone who’s finally ready to listen.
Andrew nods weakly.
ANDREW
I… I messed everything up. Not just the car. Everyone warned me. You warned me.
Matt sits down.
MATT
Engines can be rebuilt.
People… that takes more work.
Andrew takes a shaky breath.
ANDREW
Will you help me fix it?
Both the car… and everything else?
Matt smirks slightly.
MATT
Only if you’re done doing the exact opposite of what I tell you.
Andrew actually laughs.
ANDREW
Yeah… I think I finally am.
CHAPTER EIGHT — “Reconstruction”
INT. MATT’S GARAGE – DAY
The hood is up. The broken engine is out. Matt hands Andrew tools — not doing the work for him, but teaching him.
Andrew listens. Really listens.
MATT
First rule: don’t buy parts just because someone online said they’re “sick.”
ANDREW
Yeah… learned that the hard way.
MATT
Second rule: tune first, modify second.
ANDREW
Got it.
(beat)
And third rule?
Matt glances at him.
MATT
Don’t ignore people trying to help you.
Andrew nods meaningfully.
Slowly… carefully… their friendship begins to rebuild, piece by piece, like torqueing bolts to spec.
CHAPTER NINE — “A Better Drive”
EXT. OPEN ROAD – SUNSET
The black car, engine rebuilt properly, cruises smoothly. Andrew and Matt sit inside, relaxed.
No misfires. No slipping shifts. Just harmony.
Andrew grins.
ANDREW
Feels… perfect.
MATT
That’s what happens when you do things the right way — the first time.
Andrew glances over, grateful.
ANDREW
Thanks, Matt. For everything.
Matt nods.
And for the first time, Andrew realizes:
Fixing the car was the easy part.
Fixing himself took real work.
FADE OUT.
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