Screenplay & Novel Available
"THE BORDER LINE"
WINNER OF THE SILVER AWARD FOR SCREENPLAY WRITING IN “DRAMATIC-ADAPTATION”, 36TH ANNUAL WORLDFEST HOUSTON-INTERNATIONAL FILM FESTIVAL – HOUSTON, TEXAS –APRIL 2003
"What happens at that precise moment where real life ceases to exist and something else begins? That thing we don’t like to talk about — that thing we know is out there waiting for us? Will we ever get to live out some aspect of our dreams, our fondest memories, beyond this life? Will we?” - A.R.T.
By Alan Ralph Tautges
Based on a currently unpublished literary novel of the same title, THE BORDER LINE is a 129 page screenplay for a full length motion picture. Excerpts via regular mail are available for review via email request at firstname.lastname@example.org. The novel and screenplay are also available for representation by established, no-fee literary and script agents who have a high rate of success in placing similar projects in the USA or foreign markets. The novel manuscript is 700 pages in length. Both the novel and the screenplay are currently in professionally acceptable formats for review. The Border Line is the first novel in a trilogy. Looking for Bobbie, the sequel novel set in 2034 is complete. I will develop the screenplay version during the fall of 2003. Currently I am writing the first draft of the third novel in the trilogy, set in 2061. A screenplay for this novel will be written sometime in 2004.
THE BORDER LINE represents a vision of life after death set in the landscape of the desert southwest. Partially inspired by a real aunt and uncle who died as a result of accident and murder respectively, the story achieves cinematic potential for an ensemble of gifted actors who will play out the gambling and smuggling operations associated with an illegal boxing match near Las Vegas twenty years in the future in the year 2021. The story is serious, dramatic and a satire on contemporary America. In the future, boxing and smoking are illegal, but never die.
The protagonists are a white midwestern couple, both factory workers. The husband, whose dream was to own a bar in the desert, is murdered at age 48, and his loving wife of three months, age 27, dies in a motorcycle accident sixteen years earlier. Distinctive supporting characters lend humor and interest to the story, including a lonely white alcoholic war veteran , a black female postal carrier (a former Olympic athlete) with a chip on her shoulder, a redneck Texas gambler and a time-traveling southern whore who roams the West in a bus. Two state troopers (white/Hispanic and m/f) carry on a blazing voyeuristic affair behind a giant casino billboard which obscures the tavern from view from the interstate highway.
THE BORDER LINE is satire, it is metaphor, it is political, it is America, it is many things. Mostly, it is a good story which lends itself to the making of a PG-13 or R-rated film of high cinematic quality. A film that will have people guessing, talking, thinking, laughing and crying for years. "What do you think happens to us at that moment? Could it be an entrance to another kind of existence, or more of the same?"
Alan Ralph Tautges was born and raised in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, the oldest child of six in a working class family. He is an emerging writer of literary fiction who has penned five novels, one screenplay, a collection of short stories and a memoir in the past four and a half years. Formerly a university assistant professor, he is a former landscape architect with a keen view of landscape, geography, history, modern society and cinematic art. He is a landscape architecture graduate of the University of Wisconsin-Madison and the University of Oregon, and completed significant doctoral level study in geography at Oregon State University before turning to fiction writing.
The innovative and award-winning screenplay for THE BORDER LINE is for sale and development into a full length motion picture with broad commercial appeal. The screenplay consists mostly of dialogue with some literary prose and a minimum of cinematic direction for the eventual director. The intent is to allow maximum artistic interpretation for the director within the conceptual context of the story. Various literary agents have described excerpts of his work as "intriguing" and "tremendously talented". He currently resides in Oregon.
THE BORDER LINE is also available for consideration as a stage play by new and emerging stage directors as well as experienced film directors and producers.
WEB PAGE ORIGINALLY POSTED – May 27,2003. (an excerpt follows)
SCREENPLAY EXCERPT (from Act II — Scene 2)
Maybe it's time to quit cold turkey.
What would you know about quitting an
addiction? I'd like to see you quit The
Blue Chipper cold turkey. Bet you can't.
That's personal, and I don't want to.
So is smoking, and maybe we don't want to.
THE BLUE CHIPPER
So we're even. I'd rather be addicted to
sex than smoking.
Each can kill you if you take it too far.
Smoking's like fucking yourself.
Which some people apparently prefer...
Wonder where Irene is? Haven't seen
her in, God!, three months.
Who's Irene? Another homeless transient
picking up cans along the highway for the
twenty-five cent deposit money?
Irene the Sireen is a blonde bombshell.
Sexier than Norma Jean Baker. She appears
about thirty-two, and drives a huge Beaver
Coach motor home she got off a Hollywood
director. Cruises all over the West...
Surprised you haven't ticketed her, but
then you got your head someplace else
We knnnow where.
HAROLD winks at THE BLUE CHIPPER. She blushes.
DENNY goes behind the counter and takes out a box of old Hot Rod and Lowrider magazines with scantily clad, buxom women on the covers caressing glossy painted fenders. He pulls out five issues from 2007 to 2018.
That's Irene. All five of 'em. April 2007,
she just turned eighteen. She was
absolutely perfect. May 2018, she's
twenty-nine, still hot, a little larger on
top. When she turned thirty they dumped
her. In the centerfold business
you’re a battle axe at thirty.
THE BLUE CHIPPER
Let me see that... Mmmm, She's a Barbie
Doll, not even Hispanic!
Is that a requirement for lowriding?
THE BLUE CHIPPER
If you're in a '61 Impala SS with a big
block 409 in Barstow with me it is.
"409", The Beach Boys, plays in the background.
Bob's a white dude.
Really? But he's a cop. A man in uniform.
Otherwise he's just another plain white
dude driving an ugly Ford cruiser.
Irene's straddling the black Harley on the
poster in the Men's room. Red spiked
boots, nothin' else.
I was wondering who that chick was. A
computer-generated fantasy girl. You
rarely ever meet those types in the real
She gave us a tour of The Beaver Fever.
It's got a hot tub and a shower, chrome
handles... Gadgets everywhere and three
Air conditioned mobile whorehouse.
Gotta couple minor dents. I'll fix
'em soon as she can leave it for a week.
TEX drives up in his five ton, six door black Dodge truck with camper, and walks into the diner in his western wear clothing and boots, just as ELAINE finishes her remarks. He takes his place at the counter. The cops are getting anxious to leave, but they want to hear about IRENE THE SIREEN.
We all got a few minor dents. May I have
some coffee please? The usual... This
ain't my usual stool. What if I
gotta scratch my ass?
Go outside for that. I'm not in the mood
for any overt scratchin' this morning.
The sound of air brakes screeching from THE BEAVER FEVER interupts the relative morning silence. DENNY returns from the restroom with the New York Times.
Oh,oh! Speak of the devil herself...
IRENE THE SIREEN, the beautiful, high-priced whore from L.A. with an Alabama accent makes her first entrance. She is casually-dressed in tight, white jeans, light pink oxford canvas shoes, and a light blue chambray denim shirt.
I gotta go to the stud room to do
some research. I'll be right back Miss
Sireen. Give me that stack of Hot Rod Den!
IRENE THE SIREEN
I did that MGM dude so many times,
he owed me a motorhome. Promised me a
small part in a movie but he "forgot". Now
I gotta work like crazy to pay for all
that propane and diesel fuel... I'll have
to park it outside a Needless-Markup for a
Nnnnail, I mean cccigarette Miss Sireen?
No thank you. I quit thirty years ago.
Looks like you puffed on that little
pecker already. Giving up smoking helps
pay for fuel.
He did, the little pervert. I got one old
nail in reserve that hasn't been sucked
THE BLUE CHIPPER
Don't talk about little peckers around
Bob. He's too horny already. We gotta go
and catch some smugglers if you want any
more galvinized nails.
Only so much gum a mouth can chew before
your teeth fall out.
No one takes longer to pee than Nevada
He's straddlin' a Harley right now.
I thought you burned all those old
posters. I got perfect breasts in that
That ain't all.
You're towing a little red roadster now.
That's my Italian mistress. 1993 Alpha
Spyder. Works when she feels like it, but
is she a hoot when she hums. Last year
they sold them here. Pesky little critter.
Let me guess, some stud was outta cash so
he gave you his car.
I was on my way back to The Beav in Santa
Fe last month. I was gonna tell this fed
man's wife when he saw the light of my
wisdom and gave me the thang. The
government leech didn't want to pay. He
was two weeks behind. Makin' six figures
at the nuke lab. I clipped his Kawasaki
with The Beaver Fever.Ever hear what a
Kawasaki sounds like underneath a bus?
I hit a little Yamaha once with a Humvee
on a SWAT team run. That was fun.
Like eating Grape Nuts. I'll let you girls
drive my mistress if you want.
Not in uniform. I'll have to see you in
The Blue Chipper out of uniform cruisin'
with Irene the Sireen. If that ain't a
I'm into trucks and Cadillacs. You can
keep that spaghetti-burner. I wouldn't
want some crazed New Mexican wife coming
after me thinking I was her husbands
Been thinking of strappin' on a little
Honda moped to the back of The Beav. Then
I wouldn't have to worry about this
trailer. I need an airport runway to turn
around in... Impossible to go to the
drive-thru at Burgerville with a trailer.
Can't make a drive-thru with a bus. The
trailer is irrelevant.
Gotta license for that trailer?
Ignore him! Nevada wants to arrest
everyone except himself for whackin'.
The boy must have too much stirrin'.
The Oaaaasis don't have a quick drive-thru
wwwindow... I know what a quicky is and
they are not qqquick.
You haven't had a quickie in twenty years!
Women are talkin' 'bout chokin'
chicken and you're still worried about
the drive-thru! What you need is a drive-
On the Nevada side of the property.
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