belated april fools day joke, NOT my actual screenplay

Jim I Need That Rhino: The Movie

Frank takes another pull on his cigar. He swirls the cup of whiskey in his hand, contemplating another sip but deciding against it. He sets the glass down on the small table and stares into the setting African sun. Finally, he opens his mouth, but stops abruptly. After a long pause he speaks

Frank:

Jim. I need that Rhino.

Jim sits across from him, each sitting low to the ground in their folding chairs. They have been afield for eight days already. Neither man has killed their quarry yet. Both have traveled half-way around the world to bag their mark. After a long manly silence, Jim takes a pull from his brandy flask and speaks.

Jim:

I know Frank, I know.

Thick manly plumes of smoke rise from the smoldering ashes of the campfire as the sun plunges headlong into the savanna. Both men retire to their respective dwellings for the night. Each lays his rifle by his bed.

The night passes slowly for Frank. He tosses and turns in a cold sweat. His dreams bring him back to Madrid, back to the Plaza de Toros.

Narration over flashback montage:
(Morgan Freeman if possible)

He couldn’t get the death-bellows of the bull out of his head. It still calls to him across time. The ferocity with which that innocent bull was hacked apart filled had him with near-divine inspiration. The savage grace of that final skewer, the warm splash of fresh blood, and the bewildered look of the bull had all stuck in Frank’s consciousness.

Back to present:

He wakes in a cold sweat.

Frank:
(hushed, direct to camera)
I need that Rhino.