Angry Dad By Sam Kemp
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EXT. SEA FRONT ROAD IN CALIFORNIA. EVENING. A monster of a man, dressed in a leather jacket and sat atop a monster Harley Davidson speeding down a sea front road. EXT. OUTSIDE A BAR. EVENING. The monster biker slams on his breaks, jumps off his bike and starts running towards the front of the bar shouting. BIKER (Said in a powerful, crazed scream) OI! The bikers face is filled with rage and resent. He is focused on one man in particular, a smartly dressed man in his mid 20’s. The man notices him running towards him. MAN (Said in fear) Oh fuck! He spins around quickly, dropping his beer in the process and starts to run in the other direction. However, he is too late and the biker already has a grasp of his jacket. MAN (Said patronisingly) Careful, its Ralph Lauren. The biker ignores the comment and continues to smash the man against a wooden beam. BIKER (Said through gritted teeth) You think you could just treat my daughter like some kind of cheap whore? The mans face sinks. He realises what girl he is talking about. He starts to shake. A girl appears in the background. GIRL (Shouting) Dad stop. The biker turns his head slightly to the left. He looks back at the man and releases his grasp.
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BIKER She saved you...