Several years ago, I wrote the beginning of a screenplay. Maybe the total page count went to eight. All the scenes were pure description and action. The action, though, was of a woman bathing. She then washed her hands. It then cut to a man walking on sand. Very dull action. Not sure what I was thinking back then.
The excerpt I’m posting today has one short action scene, almost reminiscent of a Charlie Chaplin film. Prior to this scene there’s a moment that segues into a flashback. This moment can easily be interpreted as sexual. I can tell you it isn’t. And no, Will is not pregnant…just in pain.
INT. LOG CABIN - MORNING
Damian closes the battery cover on the cassette player.
Glances over at Charlie whose curled up on the floor, snoring
a way. A grin takes over Damian's face. He pushes play.
Mozart's Requiem in D Minor broadcasts.
EXT. ISLAND WATERFRONT - MORNING
A fishing pole stands up right, lodged in the sand. Will
yawns and lies down. Stretches. Rubs his belly.
MATCH CUT TO:
EXT. SCHOOLYARD - DAY
JESSICA, a bright-eyed curly-haired girl bundled in winter
gear, rubs Will's belly.
Does it feel weird?
Feels normal to me.
Jessica withdraws her hand.
Go see nurse Kate.
Why do you call your mother, "Nurse
Kate"? That's creepy.
EXT. ISLAND WATERFRONT - MORNING
Mozart's Requiem in D Minor intensifies.
A sharp bend in the fishing pole. Will crawls over to it.
Lifts it out of the sand. Tugs the pole side to side. The
bend in the pole intensifies.
Will digs his feet deep in the sand. Struggles with the
strength of whatever might be caught on the hook. Sweat
drips down his arms. Looses grip on the pole. It flies
into the water. He goes after the pole but it moves too
Will kicks the water, screams and shouts. He stops short.
In the distance, a speed boat approaches at a rather rapid
Will runs out of the water, hides behind a shrub.
The speed boat continues straight on course.
Will runs into the woods.
Things haven’t exactly been easy lately. Yesterday was the end of the world, apparently. What the shit was that? Talk about tone setting, my God! Imagine this, you wake up, stretch, do your morning prayer, head down to the kitchen, pour yourself some orange juice, pop on NPR only to hear, “…the world will end on December 21st, 2012.” Excuse me? End? Really?
I don’t care what belief system one has, this end of the world crap had to have affected everyone in some form another. Looking back, I was a lunatic. Read the posts from the last few days. Bitching and moaning. Deleting them crossed my mind. My greater self vetoed that idea. The whole purpose behind this blog is to show my vulnerability. It’s real. It’s who I am. I think of these posts as excerpts from some classical sonata, where all the emotions are represented in some form.
Speaking of classical music, here is the next segment of the screenplay–
EXT. RURAL ROAD - DAWN
In exercise clothes, Damian leaps over the cracked pavement.
Continues his morning run. He stops suddenly.
In the distance, a hunched over silhouetted figure canes its
way through the broken road. It's Bella.
Bella squints, clearly confused by the distant voice.
Damian makes his way over to Bella.
Mrs. Argrove, what brings you here?
Bird watching. There was this
most unusual bird.
Looked like a flamingo but it was
turquoise. So darn pretty. Well,
a dog bark must have scared it.
Flew over here. I had to follow
Just me? Of course! Who else?
Thomas has been dead for twelve
Bella retrieves a handkerchief from her pocket. Blows her
Sorry, I didn't mean...
Got this damned cold. I've been
meaning to tell you. Be wary.
No need to worry. My immune system
is as strong as an ox.
Phaw! Not talking about your
immune system. Talking about some
lady. She came into the store. I
sold her a red dress.
Mrs. Argrove, that's not a...
Red because of the devil. That's
right. She's got the devil in her.
Been praying ever since I saw
what's in that behemoth's eyes.
Clearly amused, Damian places his hand on Bella's hands.
Bella yanks her hand out from underneath Damian's. She
trembles. Her dentures nearly falling out of her mouth.
She's found you! I can feel her in
You insist she's a woman.
Because she is. A demon woman.
Come with me.
INT. STORE - MORNING
Damian shifts about uncomfortably as Bella pulls out boxes of
Where is this? I just saw this a
few days ago.
What are you looking for?
It's this cassette. You like
Yeah, I guess.
Bella beams a grin. Puts on the radio. Mozart fills the
Oh, Bastien and Bastienne. One of
Never heard it.
Well, you're hearing it now. Ever
dance to opera?
I rarely dance.
Bella holds out her hands. Damian grabs them. The two swing
side to side.
Mrs. Argrove, this is really
Isn't it? Listen to that voice!
It's quite beautiful. Listen,
Will's alone with that woman you
Bella gasps. Breaks away from Damian.
Is he? Well, we need to get you
Bella turns back toward the boxes of cassettes. Grunts as
she pulls out a pile of them. Shuffles through them.
Ah, here it is. Take this.
Bella hands Damian the cassette.
What's this for?