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with the help of his son and wife, but since her violent death in the jaws of an alligator, has become a bitter withdrawn shell of a man finding solace in the wrong spirits.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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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.
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.
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?
It’s the kid’s hound we told you
about, boss. Outran that horse
down at the Tremont place.
You brought me a boy’s pet.
He runs fast, boss. Honest.
He’s telling the truth. Saw it
myself. Hound’s got racing legs.
Fawn legs. Not exactly my color,
boys. Don’t get me wrong. I’m
not racist. I just have a color
Fawn, can you run?
He pushes a button on his cane and a silver blade deploys.
He sticks it in Bo’s side. Nothing.
He’s soft. Got no fight in ‘em.
Nah, he’s no finisher.
Won’t hurt to race ‘em.
I don’t need to be attracting the
law ‘round here because you two
buffoons saw fit to poach some
You want me to put ‘em down?
Bo’s ears fall.
(taps cigar on armchair,
Ah, hell. Race ‘em. If he doesn’t
win take him out back and shoot ‘em.
What if people recognize him, boss?
Yeah, hmm… that is a problem. We
can’t race him like that, can we?
Dye ‘em black, boys. Black as a
dead star in the night sky.
That’s an asteroid, boss?
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.
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
Sawyer’s alligator shoes ENTER.
This the Boy Wonder causing all
My name is Champ.
Boy menace, more like.
I know who you are. Yer —
Sawyer. George Sawyer. I own your
hound, and now, I own you.
When I get outta these chains, me
and my greyhound are gonna serve
you up a can of whoopass.
Sawyer lights a Radium.
Are ya now? ‘Fraid you’re too late.
Your racer is about to run his last
Only my Pa calls me boy. You stay
away from my dog. I’m warnin’ ya.
Shame, though. Your hound was a
helluva champion. What did you say
his name was?
Bo. His name is Bo.
Like Black Astor better.
(pulls papers from breast
See these, boy? Insurance papers
on the place. Today, I’m taking up
a collection. A prepared mind pays
… nice footwear.
Dumps cigar ashes on Champ’s red sneakers.
Yer gonna pay…
What did you say, boy?
Ef-fah. Means dog.
I know what it means. Where’d you
learn to speak Seminole?
Your step brother, Buck.
[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.
Buck ain’t weak. He has more
feathers than you’ll ever have.
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.
(to idling Francisco)
Make sure he gets a proper burial
beneath the rubble.
As Sawyer EXITS —
Ef-fah. Never want to hear that
You heard ‘em. After the race,
you go boom.
Francisco EXITS. Closes the door.
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