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Split Deposit, an Original Screenplay by Mark Anthony Given

Split Deposit where the customer presenting an endorsed check receives part of the amount being deposited in cash. Split deposits are a major source of teller errors and potential fraud in customer statements. -ABA


From a normal mid afternoon work day we focus on the drive up teller area, then a particular car,  we see Mark in a luxury automobile with expensive suit and tie, haircut, stuffing 5 to 7 checks into the teller tube and close the lid after throwing the pen in with it. We hear the bank automated vacuum carrier as Mark close the window, adjust the radio and the air conditioner then sits back and as the classical music plays awhile and then  SWOOSH…..stop! Mark is seen rolling down the window, he removes the container turning the lid and dumping the 10 one hundred dollar bills into a leather folder on the passenger seat which contains about ten times as much cash.  As he is returning the containers we hear:
“Thank you, Mr. Maloney, have a nice day”
You wanna blow me later?
Excuse me?
I said I gotta go will see ya later

We see Mark pulling out of the drive thru at a high rate of speed with the top coming down and the stereo blasting tunes, into traffic, burns rubber and halls ass out of sight.


From inside the luxury automobile, we see Mark now cruising down the interstate, the suns going down he crosses the Biloxi Mississippi back Bay Bridge and the entire southern view of the Gulf Coast and casino strips comes into view. Mark checks his watch and the rear view mirror. (OLD MAN, Neil Young, Live at Mosey Hall-19-11 Soundtrack)


We pan what passes for a busy downtown intersection, we come to a rest just as a new luxury car door opens a hip dressed Mark appears with expensive shades, he locks the door, adjust his leather folder under his arm and turns up the sidewalk and then a flight of stairs and into the largest bank on the far corner. From inside the largest bank lobby you even saw, at the far end the bright sunshine, contrasted with the hushed, marble floors we zoom in from nearly three-fourths of the huge bank. Mark enters and walks a third of the way in and stops at a writing island and begins filling out something while never once looking right nor left. Totally absorbed in himself and his affairs. He grabs a small brochure and heads for the tellers. The place is almost empty and Mark passes in front of a teller window with two pretty young Mexican-American girls are side by side smiling at Mark, having just finished doing something.
Hi, Wow, is it nice in here….it’s just so big.
From over Marks shoulder facing the girls we see mark slide five checks onto the counter top.
Let me make sure I signed all of these
You want 1000 dollars back is that right Mr. MR. BALLS?

May I see some ID please?
I am sorry, I don’t have it, I left it in my office…isn’t there something else you can check?


Yes, let me see….

Mark busies himself making a notation on his legal pad in the ledger.


Mr.Balls, the account was opened in 1953, how old are you?

Without a beat, Mark leans in the window to the two girls.


My wife is quite a bit older than I am….

They both smile and she starts counting out cash at the counter….


Metairie, Louisiana busy commercial area, mid week, an old white private security guard with a huge side arm,        looks around nervously. MARK is seen coming into the bank, all the teller lines are two to four people and MARK joins in line behind an old lady. The camera behind MARK sees over his shoulder behind the counter. The far wall is mostly glass looking out into the drive up teller area. Mark is seen sliding five or six checks, out of his leather ledger onto the counter with a deposit slip already made out. The old woman only glances at them.


You want 1000 dollars cash back?




May I see you ID?


I’m sorry, I left it in my office, isn’t there something you can check?

The teller is seen going to a table with huge green ledgers in and flips thru a paper or two and comes right back.
Will hundreds be fine?

Copyright 2016 by Mark Anthony Given 
All Rights Reserved 

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