TOM WRITES HIS FIRST MOVIE: Exposition.

Ok back to it. So for all of the none of you that actually read this here's what I am doing.

I am writing my first movie.

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 

INT - GRANT'S LIVING ROOM

Douglas wakes up on Grant's couch. His head is pounding, his eyes are bloodshot, he's disheveled, hungover. It hurts to move. Douglas fumbled around at the coffee table in front of him, it's littered with garbage. He finds a half empty bottle of water and downs it, he managed to get to a sitting position. He sits, holding his head and breathing heavily for a minute before trying to stand up. Douglas struggles to his feet.

Standing up now Douglas can see out the window into the front yard, his truck is parked right in the middle of Grant's front lawn. Grant's garden doesn't look so good.

DOUGLAS

Shit.

GRANT

Yeah shit.

Douglas turns to see Grant, he's carrying a cup of coffee.

GRANT

Drink some fucking coffee. Idiot. 

DOUGLAS

I am sorry.

GRANT

What the fuck were you doing driving last night?

DOUGLAS

I don't know. 

GRANT

DRINK!

Douglas drinks his coffee, his takes a seat. 

GRANT

What happened?

DOUGLAS

I went home. I went to Abby. I got arrested, they told me she got attacked last night. They think it's me. She has a broken eye socket.

GRANT

The..........seriously?

DOUGLAS

She didn't see her attacker. 

GRANT

It's hard to see imaginary people.

DOUGLAS

How would she even do that? Break her own eye socket?

GRANT

She punched herself.

DOUGLAS

Hard enough to break the socket?

GRANT

Maybe she hit herself with something, or she threw herself into a wall. 

DOUGLAS

She hits herself in the face with like...a rock, then she gets back in bed and waits for someone to find her? Why?

GRANT

I don't know. 

DOUGLAS

Are we really thinking she's that far gone?

GRANT

...I don't know.

 Douglas's leg bounces with nervous anxiety. 

DOUGLAS

I talked to her. 

GRANT

Really? When?

DOUGLAS

I called her from the bar. She said I was a mistake.

 Bryce is with her.

GRANT

Well...She's his problem now.

DOUGLAS

FUCK YOU!

GRANT

I am sorry dude. I know this sucks, in fact this is honestly the shittiest thing I've ever heard but seriously, I don't want you going back to her. 

DOUGLAS

FUCK YOU! We were laying in bed together only a couple days ago. I was planning to marry her. You think I can just turn that off and say "Ah fuck it, let Bryce have her. She's crazy"? You think I can let this go? She BROKE her fucking EYE!

Grant has no response.

CONT'D

TOM WRITES HIS FIRST MOVIE: Is This Chick Crazy?

So here's what this is.

I am writing a movie, it's my first. So far a guy moved into his girlfriend's house, loved her madly and then woke up one day to find that she did something totally psycho.

Here's everything so far.

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

Cont'd...

DOUGLAS

Jesus Abby. Are you really crazy?

GRANT

What if she is Doug?

DOUGLAS

Then she'll need my help.

Douglas takes note of Grant's reluctant expression.

DOUGLAS

I was going to propose to this one.

(beat)

I am going to propose to this one.

 GRANT
Dude, don't think like that right now. Think about what you're going to do to get her help, because I really don't know what you can do.

DOUGLAS
Find a doctor...

GRANT
Doctors won't see her unless she wants to be seen. 

DOUGLAS
I'll talk to her.

GRANT
Her dad said he'd kill you if you came back.

DOUGLAS
We'll see if he meant it. I am going back. Fuck him.
 

Grant cracks open another beer. 

GRANT

I think you should walk away, dude. Sorry. I mean; this is some shit.

DOUGLAS

That's not an option. I can't. I love her.

GRANT

 She's bad news Doug. She's crazy. Not just girl "crazy", actual crazy. You can never be comfortable around her after this. You'll never sleep again, god knows what you'd wake up to if you did. IF you wake up!

Douglas fall quiet.

GRANT

I am sorry to say this to you but it needs to be said. This girl just showed you a HUGE red flag...fuck that, this girl just showed you a room full of dolls that she molested. There is no clearer "stay away" sign. That's FUCKED. I didn't want to say this before but I am scared shitless of her now. Seriously. I am glad this happened now, before you got any deeper into this. 

Douglas doesn't respond.

GRANT

I know you loved this girl but...she's dangerous dude. You need to give her space and stay far away.  The wrong woman will fuck up your life, a psycho will shorten your life. Is any of this getting through to you?

DOUGLAS

No.

Cont'd...

TOM WRITES A MOVIE: Swear and talk it out.

I've been writing my first movie (http://tcqscripts.blogspot.ca/2014/12/i-am-not-weirdo.html).

Each blog entry I ad about a page to it, here's today's installment:

INT - NIGHT - GRANT'S LIVING ROOM

Grant helps Douglas get to the couch where he collapses. Grant tosses him a washcloth to clean himself up with, he heads into the kitchen to get first-aid supplies. Douglas starts to wipe the blood from his face, wincing in pain as he does. Grant re-enters with the first-aid kit, he puts it on the table in front of Douglas and sits down. He struggles to find the right words to say. What do you say to someone who just has his life torn apart?

GRANT

We'll go back. We'll give it some time, let her calm down. Then we'll go back.

Douglas doesn't respond. 

GRANT

Should we call the police.

DOUGLAS.

They'll believe her.

GRANT

I don't even know what we'd tell them. I don't know what this is. What is this?

DOUGLAS

I don't know! I don't know what happened.

GRANT

You didn't see this coming at all?

DOUGLAS

THIS? Did I see THIS happening?

GRANT

Or any indication that something was wrong with her?

DOUGLAS

Nothing's wrong with her. Something happened. She's sick. Maybe she was always sick and never told me. Maybe she was on medication, maybe she stopped taking it.

GRANT

 Wouldn't her dad have known if she needed medication?

DOUGLAS

He probably does.

GRANT

Then why wouldn't he have told you?

DOUGLAS

Because he's s piece of fucking shit.

Douglas's face begins to bleed again as he gets more animated.

DOUGLAS

FUCK!

Grant gets up and leaves the frame, the shot stays tight on Douglas, in the background we hear Grant going though the fridge. He comes back with two cans of beer and hands one to Douglas. Douglas presses the cold can to his swollen face.

GRANT

I am sorry man. I don't know what to say.

DOUGLAS

 ...Fucking dolls.

GRANT

Why do you think she'd do that? What would compel someone to create a scene like that? 

DOUGLAS

You should have seen her face, that's when I knew she wasn't well. The look in her eyes. She really thinks I did that, she's scared of me.

GRANT

You know what the means? She woke up sometime in the night while you were sleeping and crept into the other room, then she tore apart all her dolls, tore apart the whole room, wrote violent things all over the wall, did...sexual things with those dolls and then waited for you to wake up so she could act like she thought you did it.

DOUGLAS

She wasn't acting. She really thinks I did it.

GRANT

That's even scarier Douglas.

Cont'd...