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

Thomas Writes His First Movie: The first scare.

Previously:

http://apeday.blogspot.ca/2014/11/my-first-movie-script-is-about-guy-whos.html

http://apeday.blogspot.ca/2014/11/tom-writes-movie-include-sex.html

INT - BEDROOM - NIGHT

Inside the bedroom Abigale is sleeping alone, the room is very dark. It's eerily quiet. Abigale wakes up, she's expecting to have someone beside her. The house is silent except for sounds of movement coming from downstairs in the kitchen. Curious, Abigale gets up to see what Douglas is doing down there. The house creeks with every step as she creeps her way to the door. Just as she's about to open the door Douglas bursts through to doorway, startling them both. 

DOUGLAS

GAHHHH!

ABIGALE

AHHH!!

DOUGLAS

What are you doing out of bed?!

ABIGALE

I was trying to find out what you were doing out of bed!

DOUGLAS

I got up...I heard noises. I keep hearing noises.

ABIGALE

Houses make noise.

DOUGLAS

Which I am not used to hearing because I lived in the city. I am not used to this kind of quiet.

Abigale goes over to her bedside table and turns on a loud fan, the sound drowns out all the other noise. She climbs back into bed.

ABIGALE

Come on. Help me get back to sleep.

Douglas climbs back into bed and wraps Abby up in his arms, the two fall asleep.

 INT - KITCHEN - MORNING

Close up on Abigale's face. She's staring at something that disturbs her. Her face wears an expression of confusion and pained disgust. She's staring downward at something she see's on the counter. She's tense.

Douglas rounds the bottom of the stairs into the kitchen. 

DOUGLAS

Hey Sweety.

He startles Abigale who quickly reaches down and crumples up a piece of paper. 

DOUGLAS

Sorry. Are you ok?

ABIGALE

Are YOU ok?

DOUGLAS

Yeah, why?

ABIGALE

You'd just tell me if something was bothering you, right?

DOUGLAS

Of course Abby. What's wrong?

ABIGALE

...nothing. I trust you.

DOUGLAS

Good to know. 

Douglas looks at the expression on Abigale's face, he knows there's something on her mind but she's seems like she wants to move past it. He asks once more.

DOUGLAS

Are you ok?

She doesn't answer, she just hugs him.

DOUGLAS

Ok...I love you.

ABIGALE

I love you.

Douglas leaves the room, Abigale takes one more look at the crumpled piece of paper in her hand, it still makes her tense. She tears it up and throws is out. Determined to forget about it. Whatever it was shook her up.

CONT'D...