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Split Deposit an Original Screenplay by Mark Anthony Given

Wouldn't be the perfect crime if I stole your heart and you stole mine?
 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 typical mid-afternoon workday 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 five to seven 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. Zanolli, have a nice day.”

                          You wanna blow me later?
                                       Excuse me?
                     I said I gotta go, I 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.



Large, expensive hotel on the ground floor facing the back of a bank and direct view into the drive-thru bank tellers. Mark is seen coming out of the shower as the room service arrives, he instructs them to place items on the table and signs the clipboard and drops it on the bed and turns away picking up a five dollar bill from the desktop and gives it to the person who leaves.  Most of the food is eaten, beds a wreck, bottle of pain pills on the counter between the large double beds. One bed remains untouched. Mark is seen looking thru the curtains at the teller window across the way. In underwear and t-shirt he is seen getting up on the counter in the bathroom and gently removing the corner of a drop ceiling tile and reaches up and brings down a clean brown paper bag, replaces the tile and drops back down on the floor and dumps its contents out onto the messed up bed and jumps in the bed cross legs to examine the items.

Mark is seen jumping out of bed after putting a joint in the ashtray and begins straitening up all his things which look like someone who knows how to travel. Organizes his shoes, items on the counter, jump up the check his hair in the mirror, does a little shadow boxing and jumps back in the bed, cross-legged he begins looking at the items anew.

Bobby Blue Bland, I Just Got to Know soundtrack playing.

We see our protagonist cross-legged in the bed he empties a smaller paper bag (no fingerprints) onto the bed reveals a ½ inch of 20 dollar bills in a single rubber band. The next envelope contains fine brand new checkbooks, multi-colored, all smelling of money.  A third bag includes a small bag of pot and rolling paper. Mark opens his leather case, and five checks fall onto the bed. Mark grabs one and jumps up and turns the volume down and the TV to a station with snow and is seen taping the check to the screen and then takes a blank piece of white copy paper over the check and is seen copying the signature projected thru the TV screen. In his underwear smoking a joint with his headphones on, a giant portable air cleaner at both ends of the room. At intervals we see Mark jumping around watching TV on his the own television, several different sporting events, and girls wrestling, with Mark practicing each of the signatures and making out numerous checks which are all divided into the phone books at the page of that bank. Five stacks of five checks each in five different banks. Mark is seen practicing his greeting the bank tellers in the bathroom mirror with a big open smile.  Practicing how the ledger looks with different suits on, different sunglasses.


The room is immaculate, looks like he just checked in with his clothes neatly organized, bath towel’s at the ready, only the bathroom light on with the door slightly cracked provides little light as Mark is seen reaching for the phone.


4 am Wake up please.19 right.

Right. Thank you

In the large bed that had never been disturbed, we see are principle up close with a slight smile on his face.


We see Mark dressed to the Nines, sitting at the table by the door, everything’s in the car outside the door idling, his feet up on the other chair, his shirt out to keep it perfectly crisp, he sits reading Gideon’s Bible at Psalms 19 with the door open with housekeeping cart and the interstate nearby.


We see Mark pull into an underground parking garage which turns out to be another bank drive-thru. We witness the entire transaction until Mark is seen pulling out of the underground garage into the mid-morning traffic where we see banks on every corner.


Mark is seen at the teller window with a stern middle aged, gray haired women.

Isn’t there something you can check?


Alright, hold on.

The teller is seen looking at the computer and then goes into a back room and comes right back out without making eye contact. She returns to Mark and is seen counting out the money and then walks over to the computer on the back counter and begins fanning the keyboard with the money.


Is there something wrong?


No. The computer is hot; it will be just a minute.

Mark is seen looking around concerned.


Yeah, just deposit that, I got to go.


It’ll be just a second.....


Mark is seen leaving the bank quickly but not urgent. We follow Mark thru the parking lot, into the next business parking lot, cuts thru parking lot into the next street over we begin to hear police sirens in the background as Mark disappears around the corner and is seen removing clothing items.


From a distance, we see a young man without a shirt, black shorts and black running shoes and headphones. Looking like many in the upscale neighborhood. As the jogger appears we see it is Mark with sunglasses, smiling he runs right past us. Hot and sweaty we notice for the first time how seriously rock hard he, we feel him go by but noticeably absent of draft. Light sweat, breathing thru his nose we follow him a half a block where he quickly stops, and without looking around, we see him bend down and pick up a set of keys next to the tree in the plants. The tree-lined street is lined with upscale cars as we approach we can’t see thru the tinted windows, we hear the car purr to life and quietly disappear into traffic.


 COPYRIGHT 2017 by Mark Anthony Given
All Rights Reserved 28 USC 1746  Public Law: Pub. L. 94-553 (Oct. 19, 1976)
U.S. Statutes at Large: 90 Stat. 2541
11:06 AM 1/28/2016

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