TOM WRITES HIS FIRST MOVIE: Ouch...

I am at aboouuuuut the quarter mark of my first movie script, so far my rough plotting has worked out pacing wise. That surprises me, I thought I'd screw that up more.

Brief Synopsis:
  

'Douglas wakes up one morning confronted by his girlfriend accusing him of tearing apart and molesting her favorite dolls. She thinks he did it, he thinks she did it. WTF?'

Here's everything so far:

http://tcqscripts.blogspot.ca/2014/12/i-am-not-weirdo.html  

Douglas gets into his truck and drives. He has nowhere to go, he lost his home and his woman who he's worried sick about but can't go near for risk of being thrown in jail. He punches his steering wheel, he screams and he cries. 

INT - A DINGY BAR - MID-DAY

Douglas sits slumped in a bar stool, his nose bandaged sloppily, he's drunk. The bar he's in is a dive, the kind of bar you can walk into at 11 am and get drunk with a group of sad strangers in. A sombre tune plays in the background. Douglas sits; his eyes staring forward but vacant, locked on something unseen. He's lost in his thoughts, playing the last few days over and over in his head. His empty drink is refilled.

INT - A DINGY BAR -EVENING

Douglas is in the same spot hours later. Douglas' eyes sit fixated on a payphone in the corner. 

INT - ABIGAIL'S HOUSE

Abigail is sitting at her coffee table, she's not alone. The police weren't lying, her face has suffered a fracture. Her eye is blackened and her cheek is swollen but in that typical Abby way, she still looks cute. Her phone rings, unknown caller. She knows it's Douglas, she tenses and then answers against her better judgement.

Silence.

DOUGLAS

Abby?

ABIGAIL

Why are you calling me?

DOUGLAS

What do you mean why am I calling you? 

Two days ago we were in bed together. Our bed.

ABIGAIL

The police told you not to contact me.

DOUGLAS

They told me you got attacked.

 Abby what happened?

Abigail doesn't answer.

DOUGLAS

Abby how did you get hit?

Abigail doesn't answer. 

DOUGLAS

Abby they think it's me. Can we please talk?

ABIGAIL

No Douglas. I don't ever want to see you again.

DOUGLAS

DON'T SAY THAT. Abby, god damn it. We both know it isn't ME who hit you last night.

ABIGAIL

...what?

DOUGLAS

I love you so much Abby. How could you honestly believe I'd hit you? You KNOW I didn't. You know it.

ABIGAIL

Stay away from me.

DOUGLAS

I CAN'T Abby. You're sick and you're hurting yourself.

Abigail starts to shake. A voice calls to her.

DOUGLAS

Is that your dad?

ABIGAIL

Its Bryce. Bryce is with me, he's here to keep me safe from you.

Douglas falls silent.

ABIGAIL

You were my biggest mistake. I was so wrong about you. I am glad I found out when I did, now I want to forget you. I never want to see you again.

Abigail hangs up. Douglas holds the phone to his ear in stunned silence until the dial tone stops.

Cont'd...

TOM WRITES HIS FIRST MOVIE: Add Tension

I've been working on this script:

http://tcqscripts.blogspot.ca/2014/12/i-am-not-weirdo.html

I've written other scripts which you can see all over this blog but this is my first feature length script attempt. The idea is that I write a page a day (but who am I kidding), I blog each page as I go because this way I feel more of a push to actually do it. Its easier than staring at a word document. If no one ever reads this blog (as I expect) then it doesn't matter, at the end of this I'll have a movie script written. For the record, I have no idea what you do with a finished movie script, that's a later Thomas's problem.

This has nothing to do with the script but

god help whatever kid drew this. 

INT - DAYTIME - KITCHEN

A week has passed, the once scattered living room looks settled, the boxes are all put away. Douglas has settled in. His game system is hooked up in the living room, his belongings have woven their way into the house. This looks like a shared home.

There's a tension in the room, Douglas is sitting at the table, flipping through a magazine, Abigale is making herself a snack. Her back turned towards Douglas.

ABIGALE

I don't know why you can't just say you did it? It bothers me that you'd try to lie about it.

DOUGLAS

I didn't even know you had a diary until you accused me of this just now.

ABIGALE

How did it end up in the nightstand on your side of the bed?

DOUGLAS

I have a SIDE of the bed? I didn't know that. I just plop down wherever.

ABIGALE

STOP trying to be funny right now.

DOUGLAS

I am not. None of this makes sense, if I wanted to read your diary I wouldn't put it in some nightstand beside the bed. I'd put it back EXACTLY where I got it from.

ABIGALE

I am not even saying you read it. It just drives me nuts that you won't just admit you moved it. This didn't even need to become a fight.

DOUGLAS

Well then lets not make it one. Lets just say we have ghosts and forget about it. 

ABIGALE

Stop making me sound crazy. I write in my diary every night and I put it back in my dresser when I am finished.

Douglas sees something in her eyes and hears it in her voice, she's freaked out. She sounds like someone under a lot of stress.

DOUGLAS

One time I came home to work to find my TV remote in the fridge. Sometimes people put things in weird places and don't even notice. I am sorry I don't remember moving your diary, maybe I did. I definitely, 100% did not read it.

ABIGALE

I don't want to fight; Douglas. I just want to know that you're always telling me the truth.

DOUGLAS

I always am. Are you ok with me living here? You seem...frazzled.

ABIGALE

I feel frazzled. I just want this to work.

DOUGLAS

I want this to work.

ABIGAL

Then just tell me you moved my diary. 

Douglas looks at his woman and considers his answer for a second. Then takes one on the chin.

DOUGLAS

I moved  your diary.

Abigale looks at her man, there's doubt in her eyes.

...Cont'd