Action

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:

               BEGIN FLASHBACK

               EXT. SCHOOLYARD - DAY

               JESSICA, a bright-eyed curly-haired girl bundled in winter
               gear, rubs Will's belly.

                                   WILL
                         Does it feel weird?

                                   JESSICA
                         Feels normal to me.

               Jessica withdraws her hand.   

                                   WILL
                         It hurts.

                                   JESSICA
                         Go see nurse Kate.

                                   WILL
                         Why do you call your mother, "Nurse
                         Kate"?  That's creepy.

               END FLASHBACK

               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
               fast.

               Will kicks the water, screams and shouts.   He stops short. 
               Squints.

               In the distance, a speed boat approaches at a rather rapid
               pace.

               Will runs out of the water, hides behind a shrub.  

               The speed boat continues straight on course.

               Will runs into the woods.

Vulnerability

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.

                                   DAMIAN
                         Hey.

               Bella squints, clearly confused by the distant voice.

                                   BELLA
                         Hello?

               Damian makes his way over to Bella.

                                   DAMIAN
                         Mrs. Argrove, what brings you here?

                                   BELLA
                         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
                         it.

                                   DAMIAN
                         Just you?

                                   BELLA
                         Just me?  Of course!  Who else? 
                         Thomas has been dead for twelve
                         years.

               Bella retrieves a handkerchief from her pocket.   Blows her
               nose.

                                   DAMIAN
                         Sorry, I didn't mean...

                                   BELLA
                         Got this damned cold.   I've been
                         meaning to tell you.  Be wary.

                                   DAMIAN
                         No need to worry.  My immune system
                         is as strong as an ox.

                                   BELLA
                         Phaw!  Not talking about your
                         immune system.  Talking about some
                         lady.   She came into the store.  I
                         sold her a red dress.

                                   DAMIAN
                         Mrs. Argrove, that's not a...

                                   BELLA
                         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.

                                   DAMIAN
                         Mrs. Argrove...

               Bella yanks her hand out from underneath Damian's.  She
               trembles.   Her dentures nearly falling out of her mouth.

                                   BELLA
                         She's found you!  I can feel her in
                         your essence.

                                   DAMIAN
                         You insist she's a woman.

                                   BELLA
                         Because she is.  A demon woman. 
                         Come with me.

               INT. STORE - MORNING

               Damian shifts about uncomfortably as Bella pulls out boxes of
               cassettes.

                                   BELLA
                         Where is this?   I just saw this a
                         few days ago.

                                   DAMIAN
                         What are you looking for?

                                   BELLA
                         It's this cassette.  You like
                         classical?

                                   DAMIAN
                         Yeah, I guess.

               Bella beams a grin.  Puts on the radio.  Mozart fills the
               room.

                                   BELLA
                         Oh, Bastien and Bastienne.  One of
                         my favorites.

                                   DAMIAN
                         Never heard it.

                                   BELLA
                         Well, you're hearing it now.  Ever
                         dance to opera?

                                   DAMIAN
                         I rarely dance.

               Bella holds out her hands.  Damian grabs them.  The two swing
               side to side.

                                   DAMIAN (CONT'D)
                         Mrs. Argrove, this is really
                         nice...

                                   BELLA
                         Isn't it?  Listen to that voice! 
                         How beautiful!

                                   DAMIAN
                         It's quite beautiful.  Listen,
                         Will's alone with that woman you
                         speak of.

               Bella gasps.  Breaks away from Damian.

                                   BELLA
                         Is he?  Well, we need to get you
                         home.  First...

               Bella turns back toward the boxes of cassettes.   Grunts as
               she pulls out a pile of them.  Shuffles through them.

                                   BELLA (CONT'D)
                         Ah, here it is.  Take this.

               Bella hands Damian the cassette.

                                   DAMIAN
                         What's this for?