Wednesday, November 28, 2012

All Stories Have a Start


            After learning the screenwriter’s “secret handshake”, so to speak, I made my first attempt at writing a screenplay. When I was little, I used to play pretend games, which is my own technological term for make-believe. I always enlisted my eye-less American Girl Doll (don’t ask me how she lost her eyes because I can’t remember) to be my helpless sidekick, who I was always begrudgingly saving from boiling lava or car crashes or Annie’s Mrs. Hannigan. In this same fashion, I pretended that I was at a prestigious writer’s workshop in order to write this script. Unfortunately, my blind American Girl Doll is no longer with us, and so was regrettably unable to attend.
            By motivating myself with a fictitious writing instructor, I adapted one of Matthew Rohrer’s poems from A Green Light into a one-act script. On a side note, for those of you who have not read Matthew Rohrer’s poems, I urge you to do so. Although I now have a track record for giving overly generous book reviews, A Green Light blew my mind and changed my view on just about everything. While Keane’s work was exemplary, I don’t know if I could say the same for How to Write a Selling Screenplay. So anyways, here goes nothing…

            DOG BOY SCRIPT

INT. MATTHEW’S SILVER TOYOTA CAMRY -- NIGHT

ANGLE We can only see MATTHEW’s hands gripping the steering wheel. Then right hand turns up the radio. The BUZZ of the fuzzy radio fades as Matthew twists the dial.

               MAN ON RADIO
     Fumble! And it looks like Mike
     Wallace picked up the ball. At
     the forty... What a block by
     tight end Heath Miller! Steelers
     now with the ball at the thirty,
     the twenty--

Another, more feminine hand moves towards the dial from the passenger side and twists it. This is Matthew’s wife, LILAH. Now we hear STATIC on the radio.

               MATTHEW
     What are you doing? There’s
less than a minute left in
the fourth quarter!

Lilah drops her hand. She’s indifferent. Matthew twists the dial again, and more STATIC can be heard before he finds the right station.

               MAN ON RADIO
     What a great day to be a Steeler’s
fan, folks--

               MATTHEW
          (irritated)
     That would mean we won, right?

We see Lilah for the first time, and she shrugs her shoulders, indifferent. She’s beautiful. She twists the dial and SAPPY POP MUSIC starts playing. Matthew GROANS.

               MATTHEW
     No.

Matthew jabs the radio button and the car gets quiet. SMASH CUT TO:

EXT. INTERSTATE 279 -- CONTINUOUS

The car speeds through the rain and we hear the SLOSH of the tires. The rain is coming down hard and it looks like they’re the only people on the highway.

               LILAH (V.O.)
     I still don’t see why we can’t
go to my parent’s house for
Christmas this year, just this
once.

INT. SILVER TOYOTA CAMRY -- CONTINUOUS

Matthew rolls his eyes; they’ve already had this argument before.

               MATTHEW
     Do you want to be the one to
     call my mother and tell her
     we aren’t coming, then?

               LILAH
          (quiet)
     No.

Beat.

     She’s your mother.

Lilah opens her purse, searching for something. She finds chapstick, pulls it out, and puts it on.

EXT. INTERSTATE 279 -- CONTINUOUS

The car pulls off of the high way takes a right on red, then slows and makes another right turn. The SOUND OF RAIN gets louder.

CLOSE on a green street SIGN that reads:

SCOTT ROAD

INT. SILVER TOYOTA CAMRY – CONTINUOUS

Matthew slides his right hand through his long hair. He looks tired and middle-aged, even though he isn’t over 35.

               MATTHEW
          (passive)
     Why don’t we just listen to
     the radio again.

ANGLE Matthew’s hand twists the dial again, and this time the STATIC doesn’t fade away.

               LILAH
     We have to talk about this, Matt.

Lilah’s hand turns the radio off.

               MATTHEW
          (voice cracks)
     I thought we already did!

Matthew’s hand turns the radio on. Lilah quickly turns it off. SMASH CUT TO:

EXT. SCOTT ROAD -- CONTINUOUS

The car is moving fast. All we can hear is the off and on of the STATIC SOUND coming from the radio. This goes on for a few seconds.

INT. SILVER TOYOTA CAMRY

Lilah pulls her hand away and looks out the window.

               LILAH
     It’s not working anyway.

Matthew twists to look in his back seat, using his right hand to search for something.

               MATTHEW
     Where’s my Bob Dylan CD?
              
LILAH
     Your what?

               MATTHEW
     That one your brother lent me
     last thanksgiving.

ANGLE Matthew’s left hand shakes to hold the wheel straight.

               LILAH
          (screams)
     Matthew!

               MATTHEW
     What? What?

Matthew looks up and slams on his brakes. A SMALL MAN on all fours runs across the road. His head is down and his butt is in the air; he looks like a bulldog trying to gallop.

Man’s P.O.V.: Through the rain and the windshield, we see Matthew and Lilah standing with their mouths open, staring. SMASH CUT TO:

Matthew’s P.O.V.: The man’s face is scrunched up as he tries to look into the car. But as quickly as he had come, he sprints into the woods on all fours. We hear the rain POUNDING on the top of the car. The car stays still.

FADE TO BLACK.

FADE IN:

INT. MATTHEW’S LIVING ROOM -- AFTERNOON

TWO MEN sit on a leather couch across from Matthew, a coffee table in between them. MAN #1 lifts a mug off of its coaster and takes a sip. They look like they’ve been sitting there for a while.

               MATTHEW
     And just like that--

Matthew SNAPS his fingers.

               MATTHEW (CONT’D)
     The dog boy... thing... was gone.

MAN #2 leans forward in his seat.

               MAN #2
     Shouldn’t you have called somebody?

               MATTHEW
     And who should I have called?

MAN #1 sets down his coffee again.
              
               MAN #1
     I don’t believe you.

Matthew shrugs his shoulders and smiles.

FADE TO BLACK.
            MOVIES WATCHED: 1
            SCREENPLAY PAGES WRITTEN: 5
            NOVEL PAGES WRITTEN: 38
            PAGES LEFT IN ATONEMENT: 205
            PAGES LEFT IN HOW TO WRITE A SELLING SCREEPLAY: 271

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