Okay, this is a script idea I've been keeping in my head and chiseling at for a whle.

It is the sort
of story that I classify as A Real Cute Notion. This one, in particular, is to fuse the classic points
of kung fu movies with modern legal dramas.

Now, before you roll your eyes, let me explain this idea. The legal profession is a mysterious
thing in America, and people who have studied and practiced it for years have powers that might
seem magical to an ordinary man. It's a select, elite group of people who weild power all out of
proportion to their appearance, and they study and serve an arcane, esoteric master.

The cute idea is to conflate that with the old conception of kung-fu schools from Hong Kong
cinema. Here, too, a select group of people study and practice a mysterious art in seclusion.
They can do things normal people can't. They have tremendous struggles against one another
on moral or ethical grounds, except - and here's the key - they also get into awesome fistfights,
unlike a lawyer movie.

This approach lets a writer stuff his story with action scenes and courtroom drama, and it's ok to
throw in silly parts because the whole premise is absurd. We don't have to worry about breaking
the audience's sense of immersion because they don't have to really beleve they live on a world
where lawyers practice kung-fu.

Good things from lawyer movies that should be in the script: An actual legal dilemma, obscure
points of law that effect the case, a small but critical amount of illegal or unethical activity from the
bad guys, romantic tension subplot between two characters, a lot at stake, and the good guys are
outgunned.

Good things from kung-fu movies that should be included: Dubbed dialogue, stylized fight
scenes taking place against interesting backdrops, kung-fu skills being practiced on normal
everyday things, avenging a dead master, the good guys are outgunned, scene-for-scene
advancement of the plot in a linear way.

Modern elements, things played for laughs: Love interest fizzles unexpectedly (She's seeing
someone else). Kung fu fight scenes played to old-school hip hop tunes. Six or seven notable
law schools are mentioned, each teaching a different kind of kung-fu. Actual serious legal
question ripped from the headlines - but not a hot-button issue, something obscure. Red-light
traffic cameras are an ideal backdrop to build the story on.

I think the real point of all this is to keep dousing the audience with buckets of cold water - Just
when they are settling into followng the legal case, you hit a gigantic kung-fu number. Just when
the audience is groaning at the campiness of the master educating his principle by way of Zen
symbolism, you stick everyone in a suit and have them briefcase around talking fast. The intent
is to charm, amuze, dazzle, and show a pile of disconnected familiar elements in a new way.

Scene 1: The CEO of the Red Light Camera Corp tries to hire the protagonist's law firm to fight
his case against the city. This scene takes place in a room that looks like a chinese shrine
decorated with modern office equipment. The two middle-aged men are sitting at a table (a desk,
really, but at floor level). They silently drink tea in unison, then set their cups down. Each takes a
breath. Very Zen.

CEO (gravidly): Master Brookmann, there are men on the city council who are trying to put me
out of business. I manufacture a product that saves lives. This injunction is bad for everyone. I
wish to hire you and your firm to protect my interests and see justice done.

Master Brookmann (Pauses): The people who brought the case say that it is not right for a man
to be called a criminal when there is no trace of his crime. Others say that your devices only
serve to enrich you, and the city, at the expense of the people. I can meditate on the first
question forever, my friend, but the truth of the second one is clear. I must refuse.
CEO (growing angry): The mayor supports this program. The police support it. I provide a
service that no one else can. I am not ashamed of being paid.

Master Brookmann (Sadly): I has not been revealed to me that your money is made honestly. I
cannot take it. I am sorry.

CEO (standing, leavng): I will find a firm where the master is not so morally confused.

Master Brookmann: May you come to Buddha's hand some day.

(CEO exits. Master B sits sadly for a while, hands folded in his lap. He touches an intercom
button.)

Master Brookmann: Gloria, please ask young Mr. Finch to come speak to me.

(Finch enters in a sharp suit. He is our handsome, humble, inexperienced young hero.)

Finch (Kneels at the desk and bows head): Master.

Master Brookmann: Mr. Finch, what do you know of red light cameras?

Finch: The cameras watch intersections and take pictures of cars that drive through. The
company has signed a big contract with the city. Councilor Ortiz has filed an injunction against
them. The man who just left is CEO of the company.

Master Brookmann: Councilor Ortiz will be here soon to ask for our help. We will take up his
case. You will do this for the honor of our firm.

Finch: Yes master! I am ready!

Scene 2: The CEO of Red Light Cameras, Inc. has gone to an evil law firm to hire them. He is
seated at a modern conference table in a room so dark that all you can see is the Chinese decor.
He is at the right hand of an old, old man, the Master of the evil lawyers. At the Master's left hand
is an utterly silent young woman with an icy gaze. Across the table from them are two young men
in gis.

Master West: (Rasping, evil voice) Our firm is taking this man's case. We will have the injunction
repealed and win a decisive court case, making red light cameras legal forever. We will settle the
dispute for the honor of our firm.

Two young men (simultaneously): Yes, Master!

Master West: I am assigning Carlotta to the case. She studied at Stanford law school.

(The two young men both look at the young woman, eyes bulging in suprise and fear. She
returns their glance with a cool, stony expression.)

Master West: One of you will be lead counsel. We will settle the matter tomorrow at dawn.
Purify your minds, and do not fail me. You are dismissed.

Two young men (simultaneously): Yes, Master! (Both bow heads, rise, and exit.)

Master West (Turns to CEO): We shall see which one of them is strong enough to fight for you.
But first...?
CEO: Yes, of course. (He stands up and puts his briefcase on the table in front of Master West
and Carlotta. He opens it to reveal stacks of fresh bills.) Will this be acceptable?

(Master West looks dubiously at the woman to his left. She leans in without a word, and runs her
thumb along a binder of cash, as if counting it with superhuman speed. She looks at Master
West and nods.)

Master West: So it begins.

Scene 3: Finch meets with Councilor Ortiz. Councilor Ortiz is meditating in a garden. Ortiz has
a chance to put forth his position, which is that the Mayor shouldn't be using red light cameras to
gouge the people for money. To give action to his feelings, he has found a key point of
precedental law that says you can't charge people with crimes you have no input from an officer
for. To make this really ring true, it needs to be researched a little, so I won't just give it a blind
swing. I'm sure a legal student with a lexis-nexis account could clear this up in 10 minutes. Also,
we introduce the leading female character, Ortiz' daughter, who will form the primary romantic foil
and also join the case.

Ortiz: So, in that case, the judge ruled that you could not convict a person of a traffic infraction
without an officer being there to witness it.

Finch: I understand, Councilor. If the tickets from cameras don't stand up in court, then there is
no reason to install them in the first place -

Ortiz: Now you understand. Ah, here comes my daughter, Martina. She will be able to tell you
more. Martina, come meet Mr. Finch. He is representing my case in court.

Martina: Where did you go to law school, Mr. Finch?

Finch: I went to - !

(Before Finch can finsh speaking, Martina tests him with a quick attack. He catches her fist
inches from his face, and then smirks at her.)

Finch: UNM law. I see that you have studied at Cornell. Your skills are strong.

Martina: You will see how strong they are. I will be helping you on my father's case.

Finch: (Exasperated but intrigued)

Ortiz: (Chuckles mysteriously)

Scene 4: The two lawyers from the West firm duke it out for the privilege of leading the case. In
attendance are the CEO, Master West, several lawyers, and the mysterious Carlotta. Now the
key point to make here from a storytelling perspective is that these two young lawyers each went
to a different law school and therefore practice a different kind of kung fu, in vein with how
Carlotta practices the arts of silence and stealth because she went to Stanford. So, besides
being entertaining and violent, both combatants throw off their suits to reveal shirts or sweatshirts
that say YALE and PRINCETON. One of them triumphs and knocks the other in the dust. The
attendees watch with impassive interest.

Master West: You have proven the stronger, Malcolm. You will represent our firm in this case.
Do not fail me. Carlotta has the files you will need to get started.

(Carlotta appears at Master West's side, where she wasn't a second ago. There is no hint of her
actually moving. She looks demurely up into Malcom's eyes while handing him a file she wasn't
previously holding, then looks away. Carlotta never says anything.)

Scene 5: Prelminary hearing. Finch asks the judge for a ruling on whether or not the legal point
from Scene 3 applies to the case. If it does, then the case is moot and red light cameras are not
admissible in court. If Malcolm can convince the judge not to apply the ruling, then the case
moves on and red light cameras are legally permissible. This legal twist will have to be
researched until just the point where it rings true to a law student. The Judge is a hugely
imposing figure, black robes, seated at a high bench. He projects an air of invilcibility and
grouchiness. Carlotta and Malcolm at one table, Martina and Finch at the other. Everyone is
dressed in their lawyer clothes. The Judge carries a Big Gulp, which I will use for a callback later.

Finch: So, according to this precedent, the tickets from the red light cameras themselves are
invalid. The injunction should stand until a court can make a similar ruling in this case.

Malcolm (Aggresively): The case that Mr. Finch refers to was found not to apply in a similar case
in Nevada in a federal court. This court does not have the authority to anticipate what a federal
court will do.

Judge (Bored, irritable.): Do you have any documentation on that, Mr. Malcolm?

(The camera swings away and back, revealing that Carlotta has again appeared somewhere she
shouldn't be with a file in her hands. She gives it to the judge with a sweet, fake smile.)

Judge: Hmmmmmm.. I'm recessing to study this. The injunction is hereby revoked.

Finch: But the reason for the injunction in the first place is still -

Judge (Uses his fist instead of a gavel to hammer his pad. The sound echoes like the report of a
12 gague.) Order! Mr Finch, my ruling stands. If you would like to discuss it with me further, we
can take a walk in my garden. (Judge strikes a martial arts pose, hammering the air a few times
with his meaty fists. Finch shivels noticeably.)

Finch: No, your honor.

Scene 6: Finch and Malcolm fight an abbreviated duel somewhere outside the courthouse
suitable for a visually interesting fight. My first idea was to have them spar in a fountain, so we
could get lots of pictures of fists flying through sheets of water. Malcolm has buttonholed Finch to
deliver general threats and intimidate him.

Malcolm: You are struggling against forces that are beyond you. There is no dishonor is
surrendering. Do we shame rabbits for being food for the coyote?

Finch: I didn't go to a fancy school like you did, Malcolm, but I have practiced hard. I may
suprise you.

Malcolm: Then suprise me! (flings tie aside and rips open shirt to reveal grey YALE t-shirt,
attacks)

(Finch fights Malcolm to a standstill. The fight is over when Carlotta appears silently, rolling her
eyes at the men's antics and holding a towel out for Malcolm. Finch leaves, chagrined but not
defeated.)

Malcolm (toweling off ): We were lucky the judge bought that, we have to go look up other work
on the case. (Muffled). Let's get down to the library and pull all the documentation on - ...
(Malcolm notices that Carlotta isn't listening. She's apparently filing her nails.)

Malcolm: You're not coming?

(Carlotta shakes her head without changing her expression)

Malcolm: I have to get all that stuff by myself?

(Carlotta nods)

Malcolm: What, do you have dinner plans?

(Carlotta says nothing, but a nice car with an attractive lady pulls up behind her. She turns
without saying a word and gets in the car. It drives off.)

Malcolm: God damn Stanford.

Scene 7: Master Brookmann, Martina, and Finch all talk about the case in Brookmann's office.
Gloria serves tea.

Finch: ...so if the judge revoked the injunction, and they're building more red light cameras. The
Nevada case is not close enough to count.

Martina: All of which will be more tax money spent if we win.

Finch: Judge Xiang is conferring with two other judges to submit an opinion to the federal court.
They might uphold the injunction.

Master: No. Judge Xiang's style is too strong. He wants to see the matter settled so there can
be no vendetta. I knew Judge Xiang when he was a student. He was not the best. But his style
has grown all-powerful since donning the black robes. (Note: This is a law school in-joke)

Finch (Pacing back and forth, distracted): Well, we could contact the federal judge from the
Nevada case. He ruled that a man couldn't be given six thousand parking tickets based on the
date he registered his vehicle. Such a man cares for the people and must have strong kung-fu.

Master: Finch, you cannot separate people into good and bad, strong and weak. There would
only be four kinds of people. Why, when I was in law school, the man who would become our
Mayor was there. He was strong, but all he thought about was winning. Even in cases where he
did not know he was right, he wanted to win instead of learn.

Martina (Lost in thought)... the mayor?

Master (Smiling kindly at Martina, patting her hand): You are a sharp young girl.

Finch: Master, I need advice. The only thing we can do is put the original question in front of
Judge Xiang. But the people ARE running the red lights! They are comitting crime. Don't you
teach us to uphold the law?

Master: Leave an old man to his rest (extinguishes candle).

Scene 8: Finch and Martina are in the little, cramped office they have been working out of.
Stacks of paper, computers, pizza boxes, etc. litter the place. They are having an intense
discussion. Finch is upset and worried about the case, Martina is distracted, lost in thought. Two
desks sit in the room, Finch's (near camera) and Martina's (near exit). Two doors face the
camera, one on the left (exit) and one on the right (Closet).
Martina (Plunks a file on Finch's desk): These are the last ten briefs I could find about traffic
violations without an officer present. I put the best two on top.

Finch: Are we supposed to say that the photos aren't evidence? Or are we supposed to just
draw a line and say that THIS is unfair even though it's legal, and THAT is fair even though it's
illegal? It was all so simple when your father explained it to me.

Martina: Finch, sometimes you have to throw everything you've got and see what lands. I've got
something to do. I'll meet you tomorrow at the courthouse.

Finch: Sounds like something the Master would tell me. He was a lot of help today too, huh?
Talking about the past.

(Martina's eyes narrow, and she gets a serious look on her face. Finch is oblivious. He breathes
into his hand to check his breath, and fixes his collar)

Finch: Would you like to go have a drink?

Martina: No, I've got something to do.

(Martina gets her coat from the closet and leaves. Finch gets up and does the same thing. At the
instant Finch closes the door, the closet door swings back open to reveal Carlotta. Finch closes
the door on his exit as Carlotta walks out of the closet. Carlotta has another stack of paper in her
hands, and she silently eases up to Finch's desk. She switches the papers in the file with the
ones under her arm, then steps back a pace and starts idly reading Martina's briefs. A second
later, there are footsteps at the door and it starts to open. It's Finch, returning for the file he forgot
and swearing to himself. Quick as a viper, Carlotta snatches up her decoy file and places it on
Martina's desk, a foot from the door. Finch sees it and takes it without opening the door all the
way, so Carlotta remains undetected in shadow. Carlotta is a ninja who dosen't talk, so all of her
stuff has to be directed.)

Scene 9: The CEO has a clandestine meeting with goons who work for the Mayor to pass off a
bribe. Martina, having reflected on the Master's words, is following the CEO. It's nighttime in the
standard gravel pit bad guy meeting area. Black cars sit around with their headlghts on, creating
stark pools of light that coated figures walk around in.

CEO: (Hoists briefcase identical to the one from Scene 2): I'm not getting a lot for my money,
here, Charlie.

Charlie: The Mayor has always been a good friend of your company, sir. He's putting every effort
into making sure that the court case comes out in all of our best interests. But sometimes he
needs extra cash to make sure things go smoothly.

CEO: (Plunks briefcase on hood of car): And to make sure his reelection campaign goes
smoothly. Look, we're not children. If this court case goes badly, I'm out of a multimillion dollar
industry and the Mayor ends up looking like a jerk. Judge Xiang -

Charlie (Raises gloved hand, interrupts): Judge Xiang and the Mayor are old friends. I'm sure we
can work something out.

CEO: See that you do.

(During this conversation, it is revealed that Martina has stowed away in the CEO's car. She
opens it, rolls out silently, and crouches behind the back tire. She is dressed in something
appropriate for a lawyer doing reckless things outside in the dark.)
CEO: I'll see you gentlemen at court tomorrow.

(CEO gets into his car and drives off. Martina rises slowly and turns towards the goons.)

Charlie (Talking into cell phone): This is Charlie. Yes. Everything went well. Set up a meeting
between the Mayor and Judge Xiang. We are going to get some food.

(Martina strolls up and casually defeats the two goons. Charlie spins and squares off with her.)

Martina: Well, he lost my vote.

Charlie (Recovers his composure in a flash): Traffic tickets, miss Ortiz. That's all. Think it
through.

Martina: (Strikes pose) Want to know the first thing they taught us at Cornell?

Charlie: (Whips out a revolver): I went to UT Austin.

(Exciting fistfight. By the next bit of dialog, Charlie has emptied his pistol at Martina, missing with
all six rounds. She has disarmed him and snatched the briefcase, and stands with one foot
planted on it. Something action-y would be good here, like Martina taking the briefcase and
having Charlie shoot a hole through it.)

Charlie: Did they teach you this one? (Produces a nasty-looking knife and his cellphone.)

(Another exchange of blows. Kung-fu movie traditions dictate that the hero gets beat up, or sliced
a little, before triumphing. Martina takes the cellphone and crushes it, and knocks Charlie into the
dirt. She swipes the briefcase and vanishes.)

Scene 10: The scene before the big courtroom scene

Scene 11a: The big courtroom scene. Martina is not present, much to Finch's chagrin.
Arguments are made. Malcolm holds forth that red light traffic cameras are legal because they
collect evidence, and the city has a right to punish people who break the law. Finch argues that
the evidence is invalid because a computer dosen't have the right to accuse a citizen of a crime.
Finch's briefs - which Carlotta stole - turn out to be bunk. Heated words are exchanged. Malcolm
becomes increasingly angry, growing red in the face and spitting. Just when the judge is about to
make his decision, Martina arrives inthe courtroom, looking awesome. As she walks in, cell
phones start to riing all around. The Judge is confused, then angry, and loses his train of thought.
She sits down next to Finch. She gives him a few cryptic hints about the Mayor and seems well
pleased with herself. The Judge is about to throw a fit when one of his bailiffs whispers in his ear.
He quickly rules against red light traffic cameras. Malcolm explodes in rage, demanding to know
what is going on. He loses it and attacks Finch. There is a colossal brawl in the courtroom.
Martina catches Carlotta trying to drug the Judge's coffee -- She pulls a syringe out of her hair,
and sidles up to the Judge's Big Gulp (include earlier). Martina catches her hand, and they scrap
momentarily but Carlotta vanishes in a cloud of smoke. Malcolm and Finch fight all over the
courtroom. When they are both bloody and bruised, Finch finally understands the Martina's
advice and throws everything at Malcolm, including a briefcase or something that ends up hitting
the Judge. The Judge, enraged, flies over the bench and blows Finch into next week.

Bailiff: Oyez, oyez, come to order. The case of Ortiz vs. Red Light Cameras, Inc. is called to
trial, Judge Qionshu Xiang presiding. All who have business before this court, stand forth and ye
shall be heard.
Judge Xiang: (Enters through door without touching it. Strikes a pose, then delivers a
thunderous blow to his desktop hitty-pad thing. His bailiff hands him a fresh icy Big Gulp.)

Finch (To Ortiz): Councillor, where is your daughter? She said she would meet me here.

Ortiz: Mr. Finch, I have spent a long time serving the people. My constituency only wants to
have normal lives and not be harassed by those who have power. They cannot defend
themselves. You must decide for yourself if you will use your skills to help them. Master
Brookmann has decided. I know you are a good and honorable student of his, but no man can
change another man's inner self. Martina has decided, and she knows what to do. When your
inner self decides, you will know what to do.

Finch: (Fumes silently, staring straight forward)

Malcolm: If it please the court, the defense wishes to submit a motion to dismiss this case. To
date, no higher court has issued a ruling on any matter similar enough to my client's modus
operandi to apply. My client's contract with the city is valid. The only remaining value to the
injunction seems to question the City's right to enforce traffic laws using new technology.

Finch: Your honor, we have briefs of ten cases where courts have rejected evidence of this type
as entrapment, as harassment, or inadmissible -

Malcolm: We are aware of the plaintiff's briefs, and we can show that every one of those cases
was either settled without a ruling on the evidence, or later overturned on the particular point.

Finch: You what -!? How -! (Finch looks at his file, confused, startled and angry.) I don't
understand.

Malcolm: This is clearly an effort on behalf of the plaintiff to gain a temporary victory until his
trickery has been discovered, appealed, and dealt with, thus delaying the project and causing it to
become more expensive.

Finch: That is not true. Your Honor, I would never try to -

Malcolm We await Your Honor's decision (bows head).

Judge Xiang: (Strokes jaw). Ho ho ho... (To Malcolm) Your master is a clever man who thinks
he is wise. (Smashes hitty plate). But the Law is not stupid, Mr. Malcolm. I can see plainly
enough that you have pulled some tricks to try to destroy your opponent, as your Master taught
you. I congratulate you on your skills. But I am not required to pretend to be a fool. Mr. Finch,
please make your closing statement.

Finch: (Starts uncertainly. He finds Councilor Ortiz' eyes among the audience, and reflects a
moment.) Your honor, we have not yet spoken about the true meaning of this case. Mr. Malcolm
and I can argue all day long about precedent and evidence. Perhaps we would find Buddha there
if we looked hard enough. But this case is really about what is right, and what is wrong. (Warms
to his topic) Councilor Ortiz, and all the other people who have worked to bring this case to court,
say that the city belongs to all of us. He says that running red lights is bad, but that spying on
citizens and punishing them whenever you can in order to get their money is more wrong. I have
sat with him in his garden and seen the future he is afraid of, where machines watch us and take
our money when we commit any small infraction. He says that the citizens of our city should not
be subjected to this treatment against their will. The Mayor and the CEO never asked the people
if they wanted to be spied on at every intersection. I believe that we have courts because the
people in charge of our city don't always know what is best for us. We say that the Fist of Law
belongs to the people, and it should not be allowed to strike them whenever it can. Your Honor,
this case is a question like the ones my professors asked me in law school to train my mind. The
question is not about running red lights. It is about whether or not we can be spied on and
charged with crimes by a machine, or if the Fist has to FIND EACH ONE OF US GUILTY ON ITS
OWN, LIKE I ALWAYS HAS!!!

Scene 11b:
(Silence reigns for 3 seconds while Judge Xiang strokes his chin. Malcolm winds up for a vicious
retort, but he is interrupted by a booming noise and tremendous commotion at the courtroom
door. It bangs open, revealing Martina striding confidently into the room, looking sharp. Behind
her is four bailiffs holding back a cloud of what appear to be reporters - waving hands, shouting
questions, taking pictures, holding microphones. Martin smiles sweetly at her father and walks up
to Finch's table and sits down. Everyone else in the room is dumbstruck, confused, angry.
Several different conversations break out.)

Finch: Where were you? Those briefs you gave me were all garbage! I just -

Martina: Garbage? What are you talking about?

Finch: It dosen't matter. I -

(Cell phones start ringing all over the courtroom - most notably in the pocket of the bailiff right
behind the judge, and Carlotta's. Carlotta flicks open her cell phone, listens for a little bit, and
then gets an extremely intent, smoky, cold look in her eyes. We see her hand drift into her purse,
where she removes a green vial. People are murmuring into their phones. If we can hear
anything distinct, it sounds like "Really?" "The Mayor?" "Bribery?"

Martina: Listen, Finch. I found something out last night that's going to blow the case wide open,
but -

Finch: What? What was it?

Judge Xiang: ORDER!!! (Judge Xiang stands up behind the bench and winds up into what looks
like a tremendous punch into empty air. Magically, the courtroom doors, thirty feet away, slam
shut as if by an invisible giant. Silence reigns. The Bailiff comes forward, puts a hand on the
Judge's shoulder, leans down and murmurs something in his ear. The Judge's expression goes
through a pantomime of changes - First intent, then startled, then sly. He nods at the Bailiff, who
bows and steps back.) The injunction is upheld. It is not clear to this court that tickets issued by
camera are admissible evidence. (Taps gavel in an extremely sedate manner, grabs big gulp,
settles back and takes a sip with a sly winkle in his eye.)

Scene 12: The wrap-up. Finch is either hospitalized or unconscious. Master congratulates him.
Martina congratulates him. The Mayor's in trouble. He asks Martina out, but she's going out with
a much bigger, handsomer guy. The end.
POSTNOTES
The hero needs a gimmick of some kind, preferably lifted from a real kung-fu movie.
Cracking his knuckles or squeezing his cross. Hero must be played as straight as possible.

Adding awesome kung-fu sound effects to ordinary gestures that the characters make -
but we only use this gimmick two or three times during the movie. Same with dubbing. I just
don't know if we want to cross that barrier. Dubbed dialog can be its own sort of pacing problem,
too, which will require that we adjust the pace to genuinely resemble the old movies.

Budget wise - I'm clueless, of course. What seems obvious to me is that we could have it
look fairly cheap and still get away with it. Two reasons: This movie is kitsch. Having it look
better than modern action films or sound better than modern lawyer movies isn't the goal, or even
possible. We are *NOT* being asked to take this seriously. On the other hand, the action scenes
are going to have to have enough legitimacy to not look dumb. You would want to do everything
possible to get the most out of the flesh and blood and camera activity and music of the fight
scenes as possible. That's how I envision this movie working best. Hell, we could film the
courtroom scene at the UNM Law School in their mock courtroom. It's a big round room with a
freakin bench, a seal, flags, microphones and furniture. The question is, where do we get five or
six actors who can perform - or learn - or fake - karate? My guess would be casting agencies and
local karate schools, but it's more of a Rob question.

We need to retain a law student or lawyer or something to consult on the legal stuff.
What's needed is about four grams of plausibility and cleverness concerning legal affairs. Also, I
want a real-life latin phrase to squeeze into the script, so our characters can whisper it to each
other like it's the Secret Name of Master Lao.

DRAMATIS PERSONAE in OOA:

CEO Suina: CEO, crooked businessman
Master Brookmann, good master
Gloria, Master Brookmann's secretary
Something Finch, protagonist, UNM
Master West: evil master
Carlotta Something: lawyer, Stanford, dosen't talk

Martina Ortiz, good lawyer, Columbia

Something Malcolm, antagonist, unknown