Scripts for the film

 Yo, I'm going to share the scripts I wrote for the film opening. I have changed what I'm doing a bit so I'll explain what I changed first.

I was thinking, and having the mafia boss or whatever sitting behind a desk wasn't really interesting enough for the voiceover, so I have changed the focus from the leader, to one of the goons who is a chef. I am yet to record anything, so if the script is too long it will be subject to change.

Shop scene

Main goon: 

I’ve been told you missed a few payments 

Shop owner: 

Please sir, business has been slow since your last visit. The people, they think I work with criminals. 

Goon 2: 

It is clear that our verbal warnings have not been sufficient. 

Shop owner: 

But sir, there is no business

(the shop owner gets cut off in the middle of his sentence) 

Main goon: 

We communicated that you were to get the money you owe by any means necessary. 

Shop owner: 

Are you saying I should commit crimes to get the money? I could never do such a thing. 

Main goon: 

I said by any means necessary.  

Goon 2: 

You would rather be indebted to us than commit a crime? 

Shop owner: 

Yes, I’m an honest man with an honest living, and not an animal. 

Main goon: 

So me and my partner here are animals to you? (agressive)  

Shop owner: 

Well, I didn’t exactly say that but. 

Main goon: 

But what? I’m just a dirty thug? 

Shop owner: 

I mean yea-  (he gets hit in the face by the main goon)

 

Voiceover script: 

I owned a restaurant before I fell into this work. I see myself in the people I “encourage” to pay what they owe. Typically, debt that is left unpaid for too long is “transferred” to the people closest to a debtor. I had nobody. They saw potential in me. They took  everything and forced me to work for my life. I had no choice but to work. I felt nothing. They saw someone who did what they were told and said nothing. The only thing I didn’t lose was cooking. Cooking is all I have to get my mind off of work. If I don’t cook I’ll start to think. Think about what the people that call me have done to me. Think about running from this life. Think about what I do to these innocent people. The people that were not as fortunate as me. The people that owe so much, but are rich in life and family. How they can lose everything because the people at the top of this organization care only about money. They call me family but wouldn’t hesitate to take me out if their flow of money was interrupted. If I tried leaving they would find me. There is no way out other than death. Whether it is by my own hands, or the hands of my colleagues. I only know how to cook because of my childhood friend. His mother taught me. I would go straight from school to their home to cook. I would return to my foster home past dark but they didn’t notice. I was invisible. When I aged out all I kept was her recipes in the back of my head. I started working in restaurants as soon as I could. Started as a dishwasher, watching in awe as the head cook worked under pressure to serve his community. By the time I was 25, I worked up to line cook. Never worked a day doing that. That year, I took out a loan from the wrong people. Rented out the space from the Korean spot that closed down. I was on the top of the world before I realized who I borrowed from. I called the people they sent criminals, which only made the beatings worse. I felt stuck when a black truck stopped by me as I was walking . They took me. Forced me to sort in rat-infested warehouses. Everything got worse since then.