Clark Park Children’s Safety

Title: Clark Park Dialogue: Joe & Kristin Kreuk


INT. CLARK PARK – DAY

Swings creak. Laughter. Children run through the grass. Joe Jukic stands by the edge of the park, arms folded, surveying the scene like a general. Kristin Kreuk approaches, concerned but graceful.

KRISTIN KREUK
Joe, I heard you’ve been talking about… ankle bracelets? For kids?

JOE (serious)
Look, Kristin, I love these little gremlins. But this city’s not what it used to be. One wrong turn, and boom—gone. Amber Alert. Helicopters. Crying mothers. I’m saying: let’s get ahead of it.

KRISTIN
Ankle trackers? That sounds like prison tech.

JOE
Yeah, well—better tagged than taken. Think of it like… digital shoelaces. GPS-enabled. Water-resistant. Safe zones set to Clark Park perimeter. If they leave, parents get a ping. No signal? Panic mode.

KRISTIN
That’s pretty intense, Joe.

JOE
For the ultra-Nerf, helicopter-grade parents? I got something even better.
Ray-Ban AI glasses. Real-time facial recognition. Heat maps. Alerts. Built-in mic to shout, “Don’t go near that dog!” without moving an inch.

KRISTIN (half-laughs, half-worried)
You’re building the Matrix for soccer moms.

JOE
No, I’m building safety. Action cams on the dads. 360 coverage. Think GoPro meets Navy SEAL.
And we station four parents minimum. North, South, East, West. No blind spots. No escape routes.

KRISTIN
Escape routes? Joe, it’s a park, not Alcatraz.

JOE
Exactly. Let’s keep it that way. You know how many kids vanish in Canada every year? Thousands. And that’s not counting the ones who just wander to the 7-Eleven without telling mom.

KRISTIN
Alright, Joe. But maybe we start with a sign that says “Please don’t let your kid leave the park.”

JOE
Fine. We’ll print the sign. But I’m ordering the ankle bracelets anyway.


They stare at the playing children as a drone buzzes overhead, scanning quietly. Joe pulls out a blueprint for “Operation Playground Perimeter.” Kristin sighs, but can’t argue with the results.

Shylock Speech

Original Text

SHYLOCK:

To bait fish withal. If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. He hath disgraced me, and hindered me half a million; laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies, and what’s his reason? I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? Fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? Revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? Why, revenge. The villainy you teach me, I will execute, and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.