Crookie
night of the living punk
slam down in 1970's new york city. a group of druggies shunned by society has made a living - er, suriving - in the slums under multi-million dollar skyscrapers and in the backstage of stale-beer-reeking concert venues.
one night, a briefcase stuffed hastily with just over a million dollars shows up on this group's comune. there is no trace of the deliverer, aside from a crisp and expensive-feeling business card from the empire state building. a wave of police cars rip down the street immensely after.
the story would follow the plan these homeless friends would have to execute: disguising themselves in the faceless, perfectly tailored suits and shined oxford shoes with matching leather wallets - genuine leather, of course - penthouses and diamond-dripping women. this band of delinquents would have to quickly fill the shoes of the wall street businessmen who were murdered - and who's money they now have. a few small mistakes could create a catastrophe for the whole facade.
totally inspired by american psycho, trainspotting, and a scanner darkly. let me know if you're interested or have anything to add to the idea!
