Nickelback – Hold Out Your Hand

Indian Feather, image for 'Hold Out Your Hand', song by Nickelback, music video script by The Flash Fiction Ponder.

Indian Feather, image for 'Hold Out Your Hand', song by Nickelback, music video script by The Flash Fiction Ponder.

Music Video Concept/Script

By

Rico Lamoureux

 

Song

By

Nickelback

 

All Rights Reserved

 

 

FADE IN:

 

DAWN

CrossCutting between father sheriff’s truck SPEEDING down the highway and Nickelback from chest level down at a bonfire as the SONG STARTS.

On the highway we began to fall back as a half-dozen sheriff cars speed out from behind father sheriff’s leading truck. (Simultaneous with BEAT COMING IN)

the Native American kid they’re coming for along with his family scurry about their small home, the young couple and their baby being placed in a far corner from the front door.

 

LYRICS

All men

with stars upon their chest

Save yourselves

your families

don’t worry ‘bout the rest

 

Crosscutting between charging sheriffs and Nickelback. (Chest level)

Outside the small home the whole tribe has gathered (about two dozen) ready to block their own from what they know is on the way.

 

LYRICS

Small child

receives light through the crack

The human mile

They’re never coming back

 

Nickelback. (Full frontal)

 

LYRICS

(Chad singing)

Hold out your hand

and ask for some

 

The old Indian grandmother lights Sweetgrass and begins to wave its smoke with an eagle feather over the young biracial couple and their child as she CHANTS, the rest of the family taking up position between them in the front door.

 

LYRICS

Now and again

she sits beneath the tree

 

Outside, extreme close-up, the whole tribe handing off single eagle feathers to each other. (So that each gets one. Dozens of hands)

 

LYRICS

The sign above it reads

hard work

will set you free

 

Medium close-up, Nickelback. (The bonfire lower)

 

LYRICS

(Chad singing)

Hold out your hand

 

Extreme close-up, burning Sweetgrass joins the eagle feather in each hand.

 

LYRICS

And ask for some

Hold out your hand

And ask for some

 

The white authorities drive onto the Indian reservation.

 

LYRICS

Too late for

another direction

 

We slowly fall back on the Native Americans, armed with nothing more than their feathers and Sweetgrass as they CHANT as one in protest.

 

LYRICS

Always what we’ve got in store

Hurry back

we’ve all been waiting

We can’t take much

anymore

 

The cops pull up to the two dozen or so peaceful protesters and all get out with their pepper spray and batons and take up position.

 

LYRICS

Where are the days

where brothers are brothers

A childless mother

 

The Indians stare down the coming storm.

 

LYRICS

Leave it except for

 

And the man behind the star badges stare back.

 

LYRICS

Leave it except for one

 

DRUMS – Father sheriff YELLS OUT one warning.

The Indians don’t budge an inch.

The tension is so thick between the two it’s like a burning fuse getting closer and closer to its end.

And the EXPLOSION comes just as the INSTRUMENTAL SECTION STARTS.

The police CHARGE the Indians, clubbing and spraying them as they PUSH THROUGH.

CrossCut between the chaos outside and the panic inside, where the young mother, father and child are all in the corner, grandmother continues to CHANT while the Indian kid’s twelve-year-old brother peers out the window in anger watching his tribe take on the abuse.

Unable to take anymore the twelve-year-old grabs a bow and arrow off the wall and aims outside…

COMING OUT OF THE INSTRUMENTAL

The arrow finds the chest of one of the sheriffs.

Which suddenly escalates the whole situation to a deadly level.

We do quick CrossCuts between Nickelback, the Sheriffs drawing their firearms and starting to fire upon the small home, the Indian tribe going from peaceful to combat driven to defend and in the process enters a fatal point of no return, bullets whizzing through the small home, one hitting the twelve-year-old in the head.

 

LYRICS

Too late for another direction

Always what we’ve got in store

Hurry back

we’ve all been waiting

We can’t take much

anymore

 

Series of quick multiple shots:

Father sheriff in the thick of the chaos receives a text message.

“ER”

He speed dials his wife.

Inside the small home the young mother has been hit, most of the family around her dead.

Crying with her baby’s father she convinces him to take the baby and escape.

Father sheriff on his cell.

His wife on the other end, tells him their daughter is gone.

(Fast-forward upstairs to empty room/open window)

From extreme close-up fall back, father sheriff is hit by the knowledge that his daughter is inside and immediately YELLS for his men to stop the fire assault.

He rushes inside the bullet riddled smoke-filled home..

And finds his white daughter lying there on the floor lifeless among the dead brown family. (Her mate and their baby gone)

 

LYRICS

Hold out and ask for some

And ask for some

 

FADE OUT:

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