Rejected Bad: Trans Rights
The following is a rejected script from an early season of Breaking Bad.
INT. JESSE'S LIVING ROOM - DAY
Jesse, sporting a dishevelled appearance, sits on his worn-out couch, browsing the internet on his laptop. Meth Head, his pet samoyed, lies lazily next to him.
JESSE: (deep in thought) Man, I've been having some weird experiences online lately.
He furrows his brow as he comes across a group discussing his gender identity.
JESSE (CONT'D): (confused) What the hell? These people think I'm trans? Where'd they even get that idea?
Jesse glances at Meth Head, who looks up at him with his big, innocent eyes.
JESSE (CONT'D): (grinning) I mean... I'm flattered, I guess?
Jesse pats Meth Head on the head absentmindedly.
JESSE (CONT'D): (softly) Good dawg, always keepin' me grounded.
After a moment of reflection, Jesse's confusion turns into determination.
JESSE (CONT'D): (resolute) You know what? Maybe this is a chance to do some good. Promote acceptance and all that.
He grabs his phone, takes a quick selfie holding a hand-drawn and misspelt "Trans Rights" sign, and attaches it to a post.
JESSE (CONT'D): (typing) "Ayo, everyone! Just so we're clear, I ain't transgender, but I support trans rights! Love and respect for all!"
Jesse hesitates for a moment and then clicks the "post" button. He leans back on the couch, contemplating what he just did.
METH HEAD: (thinking) Yo, Jesse! Can we go get Taco Bell tonight?
INT. GUS' OFFICE - DAY
Gustavo "Gus" Fring sits behind a large desk, his piercing gaze fixated on the monitor. The internet buzz surrounding Jesse's recent post catches his attention.
GUS: (into the phone) Well, well, well... Jesse Pinkman just became
an accidental advocate. Interesting...
Gus smirks as he hangs up the phone.
GUS: That kid might be alright after all.
INT. HANK AND MARIE'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Hank and his wife Marie sit on their couch, engrossed in a true crime documentary about the rise of meth groupies. The TV remote rests idly in Hank's hand.
HANK: (muttering) Damn, Marie. This "Banana Thrower" case is driving me nuts. The guy's one step ahead every damn time. Thankfully mayor Johnson’s clavicle remains untouched.
MARIE: (sighs) Maybe you need to think outside the box, Hank. Sometimes breaking the rules can lead you to the truth.
INT. JESSE'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Jesse's phone buzzes relentlessly next to an empty Taco Bell wrapper. He picks it up, astonished at the overwhelming response to his post.
JESSE: (whispering) No way... This is blowin' up like crazy.
Jesse smiles, conflicted but proud of the support he has received.
JESSE (CONT'D): (to Meth Head) See, buddy? Sometimes you gotta stand up for somethin', even if it ain't about you.
Meth Head wags his tail with approval, but his eyes are fixated on Jesse’s unfinished meal.
FADE OUT.
9 notes
·
View notes
3/23/23
Dear Courts-
This is my testimony for myself & Carol Lund with her husband Keith.
I was slumlorded out of Joan Grandizio's home at the "Freedom Farm," at
59605 Grandon Road in Turweleger community of Anza, CA in January.
I started working with Joan on a referral from our handyman Ryan Wickoff.
He said she fired him for no good reason. He was going to move in.
So we hired Eddy Lyons - another kind handyman to investigate the trailer I was buying to tow to her farm in Sep.
Eddy also still needs to be paid for that service! We both did this in good faith and spent a day in Pine Cove with the owner Oceana Cotton.
Eddy also witnessed this kind of abuse at Barbara Bradford's farm after her maintenance guy raped me! She stole most if my furniture and storage!
I was living at Kosh's airbnb in Pinyon at 69907 Averill Drive, Mountain Center, CA 92561 at the time.
We found out Kosh's well water was polluted (and spreading giardia!)
I passed a parasite worm there for 1st time in life after 1000's of cleanses because of dozens of foul rentals & dirty hospitals/court violence!
Then I moved next door to Mary Schmitz's animal rescue Farm at:
62950 Pinyon Dr
Mountain Center CA 92561
Moonrise Ranch ✨🐎🏕😊
To a dirty teepee she said was cleaned and 2 geckos crawled under stomach 1st night!
I cleaned her farm for months 24/7 (and it appeared deeply neglected for months.)
I told Mary we needed someone to tow trailer in October and she said her ex boyfriend Sean was going to steal it for himself! ):
I asked her to advise him not to since she's a realtor and this was my verbal disclosure of my plan to buy it- because she said we could move it to her farm- and I only needed someone to tow it.
I said it was mean and she drunkenly laughed it off.
All her instruments were stolen too! (I have pictures of them so we can return them to rightful owners!)
She must be looting all her clients because she stole 3 guitars and all my roomful of assets since I took this job with Joan in January and won't let me go home!
They also blocked me from water and home many times while I was at Elliots- locking me out late at night and in bad weather!
Oceana Cotton had promised to sell trailer to me or give it to Stevie and Joleen.
Stevie now has cancer of dick & needs his home returned! (It was indeed stolen!)
Joan liked my handyman Eddy Lyons but fired him too for being friends with her "hated" tenants Carol & Keith and not obeying her "silencing" orders.
Finally, in January things were unbearable tending to Mary's 6 sick dogs while she battled alcoholism- she'd moved me to one of her 5 boyfriend's fathers home: Dan Elliot senior at:
61283 Chalet DR.
MOUNTAIN CENTER, CA
92561.
She promised he was sober- yet I had to ask him and friends not to do crystal meth in house because I'm really allergic and its illegal- cleaned needles up from whole property! I told him this condemned his house as a realtor, I'm allergic to Nazi drugs and don't want to ever see or smell it in a house!
He was living in his Inherited Probate getting slumlorded by siblings in court stressed out of his head ill. Feds were terrorizing him too and Kosh on late payments with drone trespassing.
So I cooked, cleaned, provided food- gave him all my money and was his slave for months after being enslaved to Mary at her farm- and now Joan doxed my location to cops on brobes for months at her home & camping in snow.
I stayed one week at Dennis Sketchleys- a handyman that gave me a tick in my bed- when he slumlorded me from 54399 valleyview and tollgate/country club homes and beat me. I promised never to go on his property again but was desperate in snow!
Then Dennis kicked me out after Mary's client Jessie was murdered at her airbnb tree house listing with Mike in Pine Cove.
(I really need assets from Divorce Dissolution so I don't have to rent from ex-cons and field their abuse!)
Joan hired me to move to her Landers rescue with Glen; he's her 400 pound laborer that is ill from inhumane conditions- he can no longer walk- and rides machines around property hobbling to tend to animals.
There was no hot water or kitchen.
Joan offered me her "clean" Dome house. I got there after dark and took her word that it'd been cleaned for me.
The bed was filthy and floors covered in dirt I saw in morning.
Joan wanted me to take over Glen's job at her Lander's farm.
She said Glen was making: $400/mo at
$15/hour and she covered Phone payments, 2 days off, 25 hours a week for Morning feedings with Blankets on horses,
Checking on all cat & pippy Litters.
Puppies- are in-door & out-door with Double gates. Glen used Tractor to take
Manure to dumpster with Wheelbarrow.
She was marketing Earthen domes on camp websites. She said there was no
Kitchen which doesn't seem legal.
I could see Glen wouldn't live long when I got there with such I'll health abd depression in substandard room even though he's my age!
I worked for several days alongside them all training with him and encouraged Joan to keep him too.
(He doesn't have anywhere to go and depends on his job and is very subservient and hard working despite Joan's demands. He nods as told to colleagues/tenants like obedient slave despite physical handicaps from her grossly neglected abd functionally obsolete animal shelters!)
Glen promised to put in hot water and a shower in a bathroom within a week since there was nowhere to clean up properly and it was very cold and windy. I was freaking out with no shower after 2 days of cleaning pig & horse / puppy/cat shit.
Joan asked me to come back to her Anz farm to work on contracts.
She said I'd be doing the work exchange like Glen taking over his job.
Joan gave me very detailed directions to her property.
She said:
"10:30 a.m.
Come down mtn to Rancho Mirage
74 straight
10 west
Hwy 62
29 palms
Windmills
Yucca valley (call Joanne)
Old women springs rd -Hwy 247- left (north)
20 miles to
Reche Rd.
Curves to right - turn right
Pass
Landers post office - GPS
5-10 min away
Left see Moose Lodge
Next White Building
Says Billfs Hall
Left on Gibraltar (if get to end of Gibralter - Gone too far- see back of property.)
1 block f/ end
About mile
Knox- ni-man - (right)
(Applegate way should say)
Pass abandoned house
Next property
Will see 1 8th 1
(JOANS)
TELEPHONE POLE
58562
METAL EAGLE DANCER
CHURCH- JESUS SAVES
STORAGE"
So I think it's supposed to be:
58562 Applegate Way?
Or Knox-ni-man?
(Note: She failed to mention if it was Gibralter Ave or Dr. And they're side by side. How many have they tricked & trashed cars on tow?
Please present my full letter!)
But the 2nd day I was there I came home one night from getting groceries and Must've passed Gibralter and took a second Gibralter on Left!
Joan failed to mention there were two Gintralter roads parallel next to each other in my notes as you can see.
So I end up at the end of this road with a deserted house in the sand.
I looped around to see where I went wrong on directions and came back to dead end with abandoned house confused.
I tried to circle out and got stuck in a sand driveway.
I called Glen to get me and he said put car in reverse or neutral and slammed my car right into the back side of his truck!
He promised his friend would fix it next day but failed to follow up. I've written them both many times!
I sent Joan the bill for over $3000 and she's shirking her responsibility to all employees that have worked for her.
She invited me back to Freedom Farm in Anza to shower and use her kitchen.
She said everything was hers in refrigerator and insisted I help myself.
She wanted to do the contract with me so I paid $40 to download a work exchange rental but she wouldnt sit down and focus on it for several days. She has added from parasites!
Her agenda was to wrongfully evict her tenants!
I told Joan I don't go to court or talk to police due to PTSD.
She wanted me to go to the Courthouse with her to smear the tenants and I said I can't go to court.
I asked her to drop me at a park or mall while I wait for her.
She refused to drop me off and finally I had to get out at curb of Murietta Courthouse and wait for hours in the landfill across street.
She had no sympathy for PTSD I have from domestic in-house terrorism of courts!
Then she grilled me about my divorce and lack of settlements all day.
Since then I found out psychiatrist courts kidnapped me to Dr. Singh Was advertising my head for a Probate murder at Moreno Valley Hospital for Riverside Health.
We feel Joan took bribes on all employee heads for court and is contentious.
Joan failed to sit and focus on contract all weekend because she was obsessed with wrongfully Evicting her tenants!
I told her I can't Get involved- as my custody battle is priority of my life- and I don't have energy to deal with inhumane actions to people.
For an animal rescue- we could all see she was being careless and cruel to all of us employees.
Joan told me her lawyer got ill visiting her and had to have his leg amputated when he was recently there and put me on a couch on the enclosed porch waiting room. She said Glen had slept there before me and didn't want me to open it into a bed.
We feel Joan was intentionally spreading germ warfare.
All the employees were traumatized by her lawyers diseased fate serving her and she never cleaned out his room.
When I went into it I vomited and disease is rampant in her homes.
Joan instructed me to never speak to tenants Carol & Keith.
She said she'd trained Glen just to nod at them. This is not my way but I was trying to be a loyal servant so followed orders. Carol & Keith were confused by my silence and scared having a stranger on property they weren't introduced to, so it put me in a uncomfortable, and compromised position.
One night I was in kitchen making tea and Joan called on speaker phone.
Carol & Keith heard and were also in kitchen.
Joan kept calling Carol "fatty" loudly on my phone and screaming other nasty names goading her on my speaker phone from Landers, meanwhile putting me in harms way with her upset and bullied tenants in THEIR kitchen!
I also ate some potato salad and salami- because Joan said everything was hers- when in fact it was the tenants! That caused alot if drama! I paid Carol back $5 and decided to testify for her rather than Joan!
On Saturday- which was supposed to be my day off- Joan called and texted over a dozen times from morning to night about her tenant dispute harassing us.
I told her I needed some rest from her drama.
She wanted to call cops on tenants.
I said if she needs to do that let me know- so I could leave.
I have an extremely clean and prudent history despite many court contentious people like Joan trying to take bribes on head in ponzi scam against moms and lying in smear campaigns.
Joan knew I was just diagnosed with PTSD from officer rapes and foul play in September and I couldn't talk to them.
She lied and said tenant called cops!
Officer King came and tried to interrogate me and drag me in.
I said I was just a guest- sat in my car- and refused his interrogation.
Joan called and he wanted my phone to talk to her.
I said "no" so he was pissed he had to use own phone and was rude to me rest of night.
It was upsetting that Joan dragged me in anyways- and kept saying my name "Nitya" - which is very unusual and private. I texted her to never dox my location to a cop or my name again!
I asked officer King for his card before he left and he was rude not to give it to me.
I have sent videos of all the sarcastic, rude and nasty things he said to me to both Carol & Joan.
It was extremely racist.
I told Joan I would leave if cops Terrorized us again and she led me to believe tenants had called- when it was her! She left a voice-mail confessing and then after lying about it.
Monday she wanted me to go to court with her again; I said "no" so she wanted me back in Landers and arranged for another laborer to come up.
Monday morning I broke her rules -she said -by asking Carol for cops business card before I left.
I also found out my x's atty died in a scuba diving accident last summer.
It seemed preminiscious since I'd written a song about her called Barracuda Mamma. Sharkbait song unfolded that weekend and I was pleased with sequel I'd written and good news for my children's freedom from one atty in their pedophile sting.
I sent my new song to Joan and Carol as I was getting ready to drive to her Landers farm hours away.
Joan texted me to leave.
It was very cold considering I'd worked 24/7 in slumming conditions for a week! She asked about my records and was looking to see if she could get me in trouble for court.
I confessed dmv.org consulted with my ex husband and was withholding my registration even though IRS stole thousands of dollars of tax returns from 2016 divorce and also hired gay officer Enoch and Daniel Crabtree to steal my Lexus rental car on rape bribes from attys. I'd been caged by Dr. Singh 18 months of covid in shit filled rooms slumlorded out of over a dozen homes, all my assets stolen, and dmv refused to honor years where I couldn't even use Lexus Lemon while it was being serviced! Santa Monica Lexus dealership tried to steal my car while I was raped at hospitals and dmv.org refused to register it. I paid several hundred and they said that would suffice!
They got several thousand from IRS yet they still fail to send registration sticker! Joan knew I was working for her to clean up that one thing from previous courts abuse!
I left within an hour when she said "bye," only to be greeted by officers Schmitt coming out of bushes hiding at gate.
He cordially told me to have a good day.
A block later Sheriff Curtis was coming down her dirt road and pulled me over.
He said he was arresting me on registration and Cuffed and beat me into back of his car.
Carol said she was talking to officer Schmitt and he realized I lived and worked for Joan so came out and had Curtis release me.
Curtis threatened to steal my car if he ever sees me again.
Sargeant Protero raided my home and stole my phone & dog Blu I share with our handyman Eddy Lyons- in covid of 2020.
Mountain Liquor say our Nazi Sheriff Brags about violence they've inflicted on me and say they wished they'd stolen my Lexus as well as my rental car when they had me raped with broken ribs in covid for 18 months of shit filled hospitals.
Mary Schmitz stole all my belongings from her boyfriend's dad's house where I was renting.
We all feel both her and Joan doxed my location to have me murdered.
Joan wrote to say she was surprised I didn't go to jail!
She asked me to wait all day while she sorted everything out.
I sat in rain for 8+ hours- then she called to say she didn't want me back and laid her silencing trip on me.
I've been homeless since camping in snow.
Mary Schmitz refuses to return assets and Joan just sends "cease & desist" messages to any reasonable communication.
We feel these animal rescues are a farce and they're actually abusing humans and animals.
I've seen 7 Dr's since with over 20 variants of parasites and bugs.
Carol says Joan had covid and was taking parasite medication- but she failed to disclose Germ warfare!
I need reimbursement on car damages, gas, health repercussions and a home for that week of hard work we all did.
I need $50k in damages to cover unemployment for next year and would like to have my home back with tenants.
We will bug bomb and disinfect it. Otherwise both her properties should be closed down and are condemned.
We feel Joan has abused over 6 employees just since September spreading parasitic disease, gaslighting & abusive tactics; and she's not in her right mind to practice business.
She never had a reasonable reason to fire all of us and it appears she's working for courts full time as a nazi soldier weaponizing motherhood.
We feel 50k is a fair sum if she settles today so that we can heal at home in peace for remainder of year with kids & new puppies.
Thankyou!
Blessings,
Nitya Rawal
Encinitasbeachhome.com
National Association of REALTORS
Journalist @nityalakshmi108 - all docs and Grievances posted since September.
PS
More notes from Joan on Landers Job:
Ac
Porta potty
Joan Grandizio
Facebook
3 or 4 hours a day
Dome house:
Bigger Fridge
Table
Toaster oven ( which I bought at Anza Hardware & just returned- because I've been terrified Curtis & Nazi cops would steal my car & kill me with their hospital & court contentious bribed colleagues of atty Sharkbait circle!)
No water
Park in front of Dome
Walk
5 acres
2nd half sold
"Guanacasa" - Costarica
Transfer benefits to Costa
Start business 2-3 years
Buy a property that has a business
150k Ranchette
Left on Gibraltar (if get to end of Gibralter - Gone too far- see back of property.)
0 notes
Rejected Bad: Socks
The following is a rejected script from an early season of Breaking Bad.
INT. DEA OFFICE - DAY
HANK sits at his desk, clearly frustrated. He takes off his shoe, revealing a sockless foot and shakes his head in annoyance.
HANK: (to himself) This is the fourth pair this month. How the hell do they keep disappearing?
MARIE, Hank's wife, enters the room, carrying a laundry basket.
MARIE: Hey, Hank. Have you seen my wooden clothespins? I can't find them anywhere.
HANK: (grinning mischievously) I'll bet the Meth Groupies are behind this. I swear they're stealing our socks!
MARIE; (laughing) Oh, Hank, that's absurd. Why would they want our socks?
HANK: (secretly eager) Well, I may have a plan to catch them in the act. Borrowing some of Walter's high-tech surveillance gear.
INT. WALTER'S LAB - DAY
Hank enters Walter's living room, where Walter sits, intently studying something on his laptop.
HANK: (excitedly) Hey, Walter! Mind if I borrow one of your secret cameras for a little detective work?
WALTER: (looking up from his laptop) Hank, what do you need a secret camera for? Is this about the missing socks again?
Hank nods enthusiastically.
HANK: (smiling cunningly) You got it, buddy. I'm gonna catch those elusive sock thieves once and for all. Can’t let them get ideas about stealing my unicorn costumes!
WALTER: (chuckling) Alright, Hank. Take one of the cameras from the storage room. Just don't damage it, alright?
Hank grabs a small concealed camera from a drawer and heads towards the door, waving goodbye to Walter.
INT. HANK'S BACKYARD - DAY
Hank sets up the secret camera near his clothesline, hiding it behind some bushes. He smirks, satisfied with his detective work.
HANK: (muttering to himself) Let's see who's been stealing my socks.
INT. HANK'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Hank watches the live feed from the secret camera, sipping a beer on his couch. Suddenly, movement catches his eye.
On the screen, a COYOTE sneaks into the frame, grabs a sock in its mouth, and leaps away, disappearing into the night.
FILLMEUP (O.S): Ooooh, Blue! Meth Head will love these!
HANK: (bursting into laughter) Unbelievable! It's not the Meth Groupies; it's that damn coyote stealing my socks!
MARIE enters the room, drawn by Hank's laughter.
MARIE: (confused) Hank, what's going on? Why are you laughing?
HANK: (still chuckling) It's not the Meth Groupies, MARIE. It's a sneaky little coyote! He's been making off with our socks!
MARIE bursts into laughter, joining Hank on the couch.
MARIE: (laughing) Who would have thought? Our socks are being stolen by a coyote!
Hank and MARIE laugh together, finding unexpected humour in their mystery solved.
FADE OUT.
0 notes