I have this tendency to take what’s already written and do an overhaul. Although I’m trying to get out of this pattern, it’s essential an overhaul occurs. Why? Something else presses me…
Memories from my most recent job. Although it was rather nightmarish (for four years, every day, nonstop), I’ve decided to take a satirical look at it. The characters from the Descent script will be transferred over to this more personal story.
In the meantime, I will continue to post the script in the order in which it was written. Here it goes —
INT. CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY CHARLIE, unshaven and bug-eyed paces the room. An unlit cigarette dangles in his hand. He charges at Damian the moment he enters. CHARLIE My God! That woman with the nice hair, didn't seem happy to see me. What's up with that? Oh, she's your lady friend you were talking about. How's everything going with you and her? DAMIAN Just peachy. Damian pours some whiskey into a glass. CHARLIE "Peachy"? Great word. Listen, I've been up all night, man. I just figured it out. I should say fuck it to comedy and write books. Adventures like Tolkien. What do you say? I mean like fuck, Damian, I'm not getting any younger. You know my birthday was on Tuesday. Turned thirty-one. Not that you care. DAMIAN Want any? CHARLIE What? Damian raises his glass of whiskey. CHARLIE (CONT'D) Alcohol? Are you crazy? It's like 12:15. What the fuck man? Why would I want to drink? I barely ate breakfast. Just a tiny bowl of Greek yogurt with bananas. You ever have that combo? Greek yogurt and bananas? It's great. You should try it. Damian takes a seat at the head of the conference table. His face stricken with horror. CHARLIE (CONT'D) What? You're scaring me. Stop scaring me. You're looking at me all weird. DAMIAN Charlie, I need you to shut the fuck up and sit down. Without hesitation, Charlie takes a seat. CHARLIE Okay. Hi! What's up? DAMIAN I'm dropping you. CHARLIE What? I thought we were tight man. Aren't we friends? What's this all about? You can't be serious. How is this possible? DAMIAN I'm dropping everyone. CHARLIE You're not suicidal are you? Please tell me you're not suicidal. If you're suicidal you should get some help. Lots of help. All sorts of professionals out there that can help you with this kind of stuff. Tell me you're not suicidal. DAMIAN I'm not suicidal. CHARLIE Wooh! Well, that's a relief. But you're dropping everyone? Why? DAMIAN It's time. CHARLIE Time? Time for what? EXT. WATERFRONT - DAY The day couldn't be cloudier. Damian, in torn khaki shorts and a fluorescent tank top, drags a row boat on the muddied sand. He heads toward the crystalline water. The boat catches onto a hump in the sand. Damian tugs but falls forward. He leaps to the front of the boat, lifts it from the hump. Continues pulling the boat toward the water. At the water's edge, he jumps in the row boat. Paddles away. EXT. RURAL ROAD - EVENING The pavement's cracked. Regardless, Damian, out of breath, saunters about. Knapsack slung over his shoulder. A dark figure runs across the street. Fatigued, Damian grabs a tree branch. DAMIAN Hello? (beat) Shit! Damian yanks his hand off the branch. Blood pools up on each finger. He licks the blood.
Ascent To Our Creative Minds 