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American Bred”
Written by Justin Chambers

Justin Chambers

Justin Chambers was born in Mission Hills, CA in 1988 but grew up in Lake Havasu City, Arizona where his passion for film grew. With no ties to the business, he knew he had to set out on his own path and create the road handshake-by-handshake if he wanted to be successful. Now at the age of 25 with a BFA from Columbia College Hollywood he has completed hundreds of projects. As well wrote and directed the award winning indie darling “Broken Roads” starring Academy Award Nominee and Golden Globe Winner Sally Kirkland, currently available on DVD.

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In present day, Detroit, Michigan where the influence of organized crime has diminished; one of the lasting crime syndicates begins to unravel when lies, mystery and betrayal devour the trust, which holds them together.


“You will keep in perfect peace him whose mind is steadfast, because he trusts in you. Isaiah 26:3”.

American Bred chronicles the gruesome demise that partakes one of the lasting organized crime syndicates; when lies, mystery and betrayal devour the trust, which holds them together.

When the Adamo family loses track of a suspected informant the catalyst for deception, lies and manipulation begin. As the secrets of his disappearance are revealed it comes to fruition that he was only the beginning, the betrayal pierces even deeper. Challenging the idea that even if blood is thicker than water, perhaps only water can clearly bare the truth.


The American Bred screenplay, copyright, and story idea below are owned by Justin Chambers. No copying of any of the below pages is allowed unless approved by owner..



“You will keep in perfect peace him whose mind is steadfast, because he trusts in
you. Isaiah 26:3”





...steps into the light as he cleans a bloody meat tenderizer, he is the capofamiglia “DON”, easily noticeable by how he holds himself and with a voice that sends chills down a man’s spine. He speaks.

I do my best to be an understanding man. Understand the way things work. Be okay with that, the way people are. The way this country works. A man is born somewhere, therefore he is of that land. But what happens when the land is built on the backs of others? Are they of that land as well? Americans bred of a country built upon the backs of others and yet you’d think they’d be the most welcoming. Still in a country made of everyone, no one is welcome. Why is that? I raised my son American. I love my wife American, I speak American.

Ancora mi trattano come se
fossi diverso poichè non sono
nato AMERICANO. Credo che
tutti noi meritiamo questo
eccoti venire qui per portarmelo
via, come se tu ne avessi il diritto!

Still I am treated as if I am of another because I wasn’t born AMERICAN. I feel we all deserve this AMERICAN BRED DREAM and here you are coming to take it away from me, as if you have the right!
Francis turns; with the meat tenderizer in hand. He walks from the sink revealing he is not alone. He is in the company of a handful of MEN.

Francis approaches a man on the ground. The man is naked, his body mangled, cut, covered
in blood, his face beaten and bruised. Blood seeping from every pore in his body. The man is...


... blinded by the blood he can only see Francis by hearing the location of his BONE CHILLING
VOICE. His head follows the sound.

Christiano, I loved you like a son.
And so I believe this hurts me more
than it hurts you.

I am not the one --

He can barely finish as his lungs no longer have the capacity to complete a sentence.

What I hold dear to my heart
more than money, more than power,
more than success is TRUST. Christiano I
can not trust you. I CAN NOT TRUST YOU!

Francis grabs Tio’s hand and hammers down on it with the meat tenderizer. Tio screams in


Francis gets up and walks over to one of the men standing by, he is...

ANGELO ADAMO, 30, Francis’ only son.

Get the information we need, I
wanna know who the cops are; how
much they know, then kill him.

And just like that Francis leaves with the other men. Leaving the door guard with Angelo and
his best friend...


Angelo it’s Tio

He did this to himself.

You know how I said I saw Tio
talking to the cops when I was on
my way to meet Gino. What if it
wasn’t him?

What are you fucking saying?

Like what if it was someone who looked like him?

Bruno stop being a fucking idiot,
this isn’t a joke! Was it him
or wasn’t it?

It was him. I fucking know it was
him. But Angelo it’s Tio.

Angelo walks over to Tio; manhandles him up against the meat locker wall. Tio can barely sit
up as Angelo crouches down before him.

Tio I don’t want to do this to you
but you have to tell me something,
something I don’t know.

Tio says nothing. Angelo frustrated gives him three swift punches to the face.


Still nothing.

Tio you’re breaking my heart. I
love you; so I am going to give you
till tomorrow. Then there is
nothing I can do for you. You’re

Angelo kisses Tio, then stands and wipes the blood from his lips. He signals Bruno to exit the
meat locker with him. Angelo stops at the door before exiting to give a quick word to
MICHAEL, the guard by the door.

           ANGELO (CONT’D)
No one comes in and no one comes

Angelo gives one more look into the meat locker at Tio.

Tio’s POV we see Angelo there, it’s blurry, Angelo is silhouetted by the light but that light soon
fades into the darkness.





Angelo and Bruno walk around the kitchen barking orders for food out.

Hey what’s still on the stove here?
I’m hungry.

CATALINA ADAMO, 50’s, SPANISH, and like fine wine, age has done her a good service.
Francis’ wife and Angelo’s mother...

Enters the kitchen.

Angelo get out of here with your
monkey friend. I am trying to close
up, it has been a long day.

Come on Ma, I just want a little
something, I’m starving.

Me too.

Catalina notices some blood on his jacket.

What’s that?

Nothing; don’t worry about it!

Is that blood?


What does your father have you up

Ma don’t worry about it! I’m out of

Angelo kisses Catalina on the cheek. Grabbing a fresh cinnamon roll from the desert tray,
stuffing it in his mouth.


Bye Ma.

Bruno follows but not before Catalina can grab him.

Where’s Tio?

Sorry Mrs. Adamo can’t really

Bruno storms out behind Angelo leaving Catalina there. Catalina looks towards the meat locker
and sees MICHAEL.

What are you doing here?

Mrs. Adamo, Don Adamo has business
in here he’d prefer you not to see.

What’s in there?

Can’t say but I’ll be here all
night though so you can go ahead
and lock up.

Catalina hesitant to leave at first then heads to the front of the restaurant.


LETIZIA “LETY” RIZZO, 20s, a naturally beautiful young woman, broken English, but enough
to get her by...

Is putting up the last of the chairs. Catalina walks up to her.



I need your help.

What is it?

Go grab your car, take it around the back.


Catalina motions her out.

I’ll meet you around back...

As Lety leaves, Catalina grabs a large box that rests on the counter nearby and heads back
into the kitchen.


Catalina, with the box nearly blocking her view, enters.

Michael, you there?

Mrs. Adamo?

Could you take this?

Michael, uneasy about leaving the door unguarded, goes over and helps her. He takes the box
from her.

           CATALINA (CONT’D)
Thank you.

Where do you want it?

Back here.

Catalina guides him to the back storage.

           CATALINA (CONT’D)
Up there.

As Michael tries to get the box on the top shelf, Catalina grabs a cast iron pan that rests on the
shelf nearby and hits Michael over the head.

Everything in the box goes crashing to the ground along with Michael; Catalina realizes it’s
going to take more than a pan to put a big guy like Michael down.

Michael quickly recovers and goes after Catalina, he wrestles her to the ground but not before
she gets another WACK with the pan in; this time across the face. Michael disheveled takes
his hands to Catalina’s neck.

With Michael’s intention only to make her lose consciousness; Catalina takes no caution
looking around for relief from her fate. As the air starts to leave her body she notices Michael’s
gun within her grasp. With no other choice she grabs it and fires. His lifeless body falls to the

Blood everywhere, she leaves him; gathers herself while placing the gun in her pants and goes
to the meat locker.

She enters.


She enters and sees Tio. Barely alive. The blood has now frozen onto his skin.

Catalina, tries to wake him. The little life in him makes a moan leave his lips but nothing more.

I am going to get you out of here
and you are to NEVER COME BACK!

Catalina grabs a meat cart that is already in the meat locker dumping its contents and rolling it
over to Tio.

With all the strength in her body she loads him up into the cart. Tio getting some fresh bumps
and bruises along the way.

She trucks him out of the meat locker, the cart covered with a sheet, she heads through the
back door.


Lety stands there by her car. Lety approaches Catalina.

What is that?

Open your back door.

Lety rushes over to the car and opens it. Catalina gets the cart closer and removes the sheet.
Tio’s mangled body lifts the color from Lety’s skin, she has never been so scared.

           CATALINA (CONT’D)
Help me!

Lety, resistant at first, helps her load him into the back of the car.

Catalina closes the door.

           CATALINA (CONT’D)
Get in and drive away from here.
Don’t stop for anything! Don’t tell anyone
where you’re going and when you have
gotten far enough leave him there.


Catalina forces Lety in the car, throwing the gun in the car with her. Lety looking at the gun
then back at Catalina.

No he is not! The gun, for protection.
We all have our secrets child, no one
can know about this. And when you
return, this secret shall be silenced
between the two of us. If you speak a
word of it, you’ll share in his suffering.
Now leave.

Lety scared for her life speeds off.

Catalina heads back to the restaurant lugging the meat cart in through the back door.


Once inside she goes to the dishwashers sink, grabs a lug wrench and takes it to the outside
of the back door lock. SMASHING the hell out of it, making it look like the restaurant was
broken into.

She grabs the meat cart and the sheet bringing it over to the sink. She washes the meat cart
good enough to not leave signs of foul play.

As she trucks the meat cart back to the meat locker she throws the bloody sheet on Michael’s
body as remnants of his murder.


She loads the meat back into the cart, but becomes overwhelmed by what she has done, she
collapses to the ground. Tears flow out of her as fear consumes her soul.

She knows in order for her to pull this off she has to pull herself together, time is running out.
She exits.


She washes herself at the sink. Using the soap to scrub away all traces of Tio’s blood...

POV: Blood in the sink. Like the blood disappearing into the drain, so do we.



It’s raining Lety is driving as fast as she can in the rain. She cranks the heat in hopes of
warming Tio’s naked body.

In terror she looks back to see if he has moved but he is still motionless. As she turns back to
look at the road she notices she has let the car adrift and right in front of her is another truck.


In the rain the car takes flight. It loses control, she manages to regain it, but not before using
the side of the road as emergency brakes.

She gets out of the car.


Lety stands outside the car in the rain. She looks around to see if anyone was hurt. But no
one, not a soul in sight. She checks herself and the car to make sure the car can still get her
home. Clearly she cannot call for help with Tio’s body in the back.

She opens the back door. This is FAR ENOUGH.

As she gets ready to pull Tio out something in her can’t bring her to do it. She panics and
storms around the car trying to think of something.

Figlio di Puttana!
Son of a bitch!

She decides to get back in her car and drive. She makes a U-turn, BACK TO DETROIT.


Lety’s car pulls up. She parks her car off in the shadows and gets out, heading inside.


Soaking wet, she makes her way to the medicine section, not much but it will have to do.
She grabs anything and everything she can that might come of use.

She spills it on the counter. She throws in a bag of chips that are on the counter rack as well.
All this stress has given her an appetite.


Lety pays the CLERK, then she is out.

She hops back in the car and drives off.


Lety is driving looking back and forth between the road and Tio, still no sign of life. She drives
as fast as she can.


Catalina looks at herself in the mirror, staring deep into her eyes, She checks to make sure the
few bruises she has are covered before joining Francis in bed.