TOM WRITES HIS FIRST MOVIE: Something messed up needs to happen.

I've been working on this movie (http://tcqscripts.blogspot.ca/2014/12/i-am-not-weirdo.html). Each blog entry I ad a page, here's today's installment:

INT - BEDROOM - NIGHT

Abigail and Douglas are in bed, it's dark. The two lovers spoon. It's very, very quiet.

INT - BEDROOM - MORNING

Douglas wakes up alone. He gets to his feet and puts on some clothes, he looks around the room. He's very aware of Abigail's absence. He step out of the bedroom to see Abigail standing at the end of the long hallway. She's just come out of the guestroom and she's holding something. She's trembling, he sees tears in her eyes.

ABIGAIL

Why are you doing this?

DOUGLAS

Abby?

ABIGAIL

Why Douglas?!

Why did you do that?

DOUGLAS

What did I do???

ABIGAIL

ARE YOU SICK? Am I supposed to laugh at this? Did you think it would be funny? PLEASE tell me you thought this would be funny.

DOUGLAS

Abby you're scaring me. I didn't do anything!

Abigale throws what appears to be the leg of a doll at Douglas.

ABIGAIL

Stop saying that!

DOUGLAS

I don't know what this is!

ABIGAIL

You're sick. You're sick! YOU'RE SICK!!!

Douglas is panicking, he sees the open door beside Abigail and moves for it. She jumps back, that she was afraid of him just then gives him a moment's pause before he continues through the door. Inside the room Abigail's dolls have been torn apart and arranged in sick, deranged sexual positions. Strange writing is everywhere, violent things. Douglas' face goes white.

DOUGLAS

Abby...what is this?

ABIGAIL

...what?

DOUGLAS

Did you do this?

ABIGAIL

WHAT? You sick bastard!

Abigail attacks Douglas, Douglas pushes her off.

DOUGLAS

Abby stop! Please! Please!

ABIGAIL

WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? 

DOUGLAS

ABIGAIL YOU'RE SCARING ME! I don't know what this is. Will you please talk to me? 

ABIGAIL

What do you mean you don't know? Stop saying that! Douglas stop saying that! You did that!

Douglas takes a step back, he's trying to defuse the situation before it explodes and he loses her forever.

 

DOUGLAS

Calm down, baby. Please. 

ABIGAIL

I am freaking out right now Douglas.

DOUGLAS

I know...maybe we can call a doctor. We can get help. I think we need help.

ABIGAIL

We? We need help? We?

DOUGLAS

Abby...

ABIGAIL

Get out. Get out.

DOUGLAS

Abby let me stay and we'll figure this out!

ABIGAIL

I need you gone! I don't feel safe around you right now. I need you gone.

Tears stream down her face.

ABIGAIL

Please.

DOUGLAS

I am scared to leave you alone.

ABIGAIL

I am scared of you.

That crushed Douglas.

ABIGAIL

I need you to go.

Douglas hesitates, this is the hardest decision he's ever been faced with. He backs away.

DOUGLAS

I love you.

Douglas goes to leave. 

DOUGLAS

I am going to get help. I am going to go get help and them come right back. Please be here. I love you Abby. Please..we can fix this.

She's cold to his pleas. He takes his keys and he leaves. Once out the door he sprints to his truck. Abigail is left alone in the house.

...Cont'd

Tom's Rom-Com. Part...3?

Alright, this is slow going but I am slowly plugging away at it.

Here's what I have previously

"MONDAY"

Andy is working at his desk, typing away at his computer. His phone sits at his desk beside him. He keeps glancing at it.

Narrator/Andy: Monday. We texted back and forth all weekend. We started talking on Saturday and I already know where she works, where she went to school, her favorite bars, what music she listens to, what she likes to do on weekends...and she knows all that stuff about me. Well obviously I lied about what I do with my weekends, I am not telling her I laid on my couch for two days. I made something up.

Andy's phone buzzes, he stealthily picks it up, it's from Cassie. He smiles.

Narrator/Andy: Look at that smile. It happens every time my phone goes off, Cassie's like Christmas. Each text is a new present to unwrap. 

Andy looks up from the phone for just a second to see a coworker staring sternly at him, taking note of his casual cell phone usage during business hours. He puts down his cell and goes back to work, feeling frustrated that he can't check his phone. He's like a junky thinking about his next fix, Andy tries to work through his urge. 

The phone buzzes again and Andy doesn't even hesitate, in one motion he locks up his desk, scoops up his phone and walks to the washroom. He finds a stall, takes the time to put down a sani-seat and sits down on the toilet, pants on.

He checks his phone, he smiles.

Narrator/Andy: (Doing a Cassie impression) "Hey Andyyyyyyyyyy. I am so busy today, we're overbooked and I am doing double the work. I had to be in at 6am today :( Anyway, I needed a distraction and I thought of you." Aww, you see what's happening here? She needs a smile and she came to me. Goddamn it that made my day.

Andy responds and then stands back up to leave the stall, he stops himself.

Narrator/Andy: Actually, shit. I can't really go to the washroom later if they all saw me go in here just now. Hold it in later or try to make something happen now? Hold it in later or go now?

Andy starts to undo his belt and unbutton his pants.

Narrator/Andy: Ugggggggg, alright. 

Cont'd...

That's a good place to stop, right? Women like seeing guys use the toilet in romantic comedies don't they?

Tom's Rom-Com

To follow along with this story you can either scroll down a couple entries and read parts 1 and 2 or click HERE.

Con'd... 

 

Andy's sits up on the couch and picks up his phone. The light of the screen softly illuminates his face against the dark of the room. Andy takes a closer look at Cassie's profile, he glances through her profile and smiles. He flips through her pictures and smiles even harder. He looks at her message.

CASSIE

(text)

Hey. I am Cassie how are you?

NARRATOR/ANDY: This chick has to be fake, right? Beautiful women aren't sitting around on a Saturday night messaging strangers are they? They're supposed to be out, having strangers buy them drinks and throw themselves at them all night. I am being catfished, I know it. I shouldn't even bother responding...on the other hand those pictures...

ANDY

(text)

I am good, I am just chilling with friends. What about you?

CASSIE

(text)

I am just watching a movie right now with my friend. I was supposed to go to a club but we decided not to. Thank god!

ANDY

(text)

Why?

CASSIE

(text)

I hate clubs :)

NARRATOR/ANDY: Marry me. 

ANDY

(text)

Marry me.

CASSIE

(text)

Haha. K. 

ANDY

(text)

What are you watching?

CASSIE

(text)

Archer. Have you seen it?

NARRATOR/ANDY: Oh my god, I love her already. If this girl ends up being some dude then I am going to kill him.

ANDY

(text)

Love it!

Cassie?

CASSIE

(text)

What?

ANDY

CASSSSIE?

CASSIE

(text)

:) What???

ANDY

(text)

CASSSSSSSSSSSSSIEEEEEEEEE???

CASSIE

(text)

LOL Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?

ANDY

(text)

Danger zoneeeee.

CASSIE

(text)

HAHAHA OMG. LOL. YES!

NARRATOR/ANDY: Yeahhhhh, you kind of had to watch Archer to get that one but trust me, it was funny. AND SHE GOT IT! I made a dorky, obscure reference to an episode she may or may not have seen and she actually got it. She LOL'd. 

CASSIE

(text)

Haha. I don't want to keep you from your friends so I'll let you go. I just wanted to say hi.

Talk later? 

ANDY

(text)

Definitely

The phone fades back to black and the room falls dark again, Andy is alone and it's quiet. The soft light of the room just illuminates enough of Andy's face to see that the smile on his face still hasn't faded as he falls back to the couch.

Cont'd

 

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