Hello all -
I am an occasional lurker, who really likes the idea of the writing exercise forum. Thanks to whoever started it. And, an extra special thanks to the scribe who posted the formatting for idiots guide.
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I am an occasional lurker, who really likes the idea of the writing exercise forum. Thanks to whoever started it. And, an extra special thanks to the scribe who posted the formatting for idiots guide.
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EXT. MOVIE THEATRE - LATE AFTERNOON Near the Santa Monica Pier. He walks out of the theatre, looks at his watch. The light blinds his eyes. Difficult to read the time. EXT. SANTA MONICA PIER - LATE AFTERNOON He sits on a bench, watches the sand blow in the wind. A seagull lands on the railing in front of him. He looks at his watch - And gets up. INT. CAR - EVENING He reshuffles the files in his briefcase. Then, sits in his car. INT. HOUSE - EVENING She's in the house, making everything pretty - putting things away, lighting candles, playing soothing music. She checks the clock, runs upstairs. HER Oops. She slows down - walks up the stairs. INT. BATHROOM - EVENING She undresses, checks herself in the mirror. She pushes out her belly - HER Yuck. Pushes her boobs together and up - HER Now we're talking. She steps into the shower. INT. HOUSE - NIGHT He walks in, picks up the paper, starts to read. HER (O.S.) Honey, is that you? He sets his bag down, plops down on the couch. HIM Yeah. HER (O.S.) How was your day? HIM Usual. HER (O.S.) I'll be out in a little bit. HIM Take your time. He loosens his tie and takes off his shoes, continues to read. She runs out, in her towel. HIM Hey… You're all wet. She sits on his lap. HER So are you now. HIM This is a good suit. HER Oh, honey. I'm just happy to see you. HIM I know. I know, but you're getting my paper wet. He pushes her off, then gets up. HER You wanna beer? HIM Sure. He goes into the bathroom. INT. BATHROOM - EVENING He sits on the toilet - but he's not going. The lid is down. He sits for a while, then flushes. INT. LIVING ROOM - EVENING He walks in. She hands him a beer. She takes a sip ginger ale and smiles at him. HIM What's this? HER It's a beer. She clinks his bottle with hers. HIM A Bass beer. You know I don't drink this stuff. HER I know, but I wanted to splurge. HIM I'm happy with PBR. She kisses him. HER Let me do something nice for you. HIM Well, you shouldn't. HER I should. HIM When you start earning a paycheck then you can decide what beer I drink. She pulls away, looks him over. Then, she goes into the bathroom and slams the door. He picks up his paper - Sits down in a chair - Tries to read - Can't focus. throws the paper. INT. BATHROOM - EVENING She sits on the toilet, crying. An ad for baby food stares at her. HIM (O.S.) Honey... She rips the ad out of the magazine. HIM (O.S.) Honey, I'm sorry. HER It's okay. HIM (O.S.) No, it's not. I just lost my temper. I'm really sorry. HER You didn't notice. HIM (O.S.) What? HER I was drinking ginger ale. HIM (O.S.) So? She opens the door. HER So... I pulled out a beer for you and a ginger ale for me. HIM Are you on a diet? You don't need to be... She walks past him, to - INT. LIVING ROOM - EVENING HER You are such a jerk sometimes. HIM What did I do? HER If you took your nose out of these files once in a while. She pulls the files out of his briefcase. HIM They're mine. HER You treat them like china. They won't break. HIM Don't you dare. She throws them in the air. The files fall to the ground. Each one is EMPTY. HER What happened to your papers? HIM There are no papers... Anymore. She falls down on the folders.
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