TOM WRITES HIS FIRST MOVIE: HALFWAY POINT!!! Lets do something F'd up.

HALFWAY POINT! What? This thing is real. I am actually going to finish this thing someday, I really am.

I am writing my first movie, posting each new page as I go.

Synopsis:

Douglas and Abby have just started a happy life. Abby loves Douglas, Douglas adores Abby. One day there's a break. A psychotic break. Abby finds a room full of her favorite dolls, all torn apart and molested. Disturbed writing scrawled all over the walls. Douglas won't admit to it, he says Abby is very sick. Abby says Douglas is very sick. She wants him gone, he wants her back.

 I collect it all HERE

Today's page:

INT - THE COFFEE SHOP 

Douglas, unshaven and wearing a baseball cap pulled down to his large aviator sunglasses sits watching the world on the other side of the coffee shop window. It's late in the day, people are leaving. Abby exits the building across the street with Bryce, Douglas's jaw tenses. Douglas puts his coffee down and moves out of frame. Outside Abby and Bryce are about to cross the street towards the coffee shop. 

The door chimes announce their entrance into the small coffee shop, the gleeful pair walks straight up to the counter. Behind them Douglas's seat is empty. They place a quick order and leave together. Douglas comes back into frame, now with his coat on. He throws down some change from his pocket to cover his bill and leaves.

INT - DOUGLAS' TRUCK

Douglas is sitting inside an old black truck, watching from a distance as Abby and Bryce load groceries into the car.

INT - ABIGAIL'S KITCHEN

Abigail and Bryce are eating the last of what looks like an incredible meal, Bryce starts to clean up.

ABIGAIL

I feel like I should help you with that.

BRYCE

You don't look like you'd be much help.

ABIGAIL

Food coma. Please tell me there's not desert.

BRYCE

There's desert. 

ABIGAIL

Damn you.

Bryce brings the plates with him back to the kitchen and returns carrying two big, frosting covered cupcakes.

BRYCE

Now you're in trouble.

ABIGAIL

How did you know I love chocolate?

BRYCE

You're a girl.

Abby joyfully bites into her cupcake. It's perfect. She needs a moment.

ABIGAIL

Yes.

BRYCE

Aaaaaaaaand I found something else back there but I need to run it by you first.

ABIGAIL

What?

Bryce hold up a bottle of wine.

ABIGAIL

Oh. Did you want a glass.

BRYCE

Well...that sort of depends on whether or not I am driving home tonight?

ABIGAIL

Ahhhhhhhh...

BRYCE

Yeah...Obviously I'd stay on the couch. I thought maybe it would be fun to share the bottle and make it a late one tonight.

ABIGAIL

That would be fun, it's just...

BRYCE

I am putting the bottle down. It's ok Abby, I get it.

ABIGAIL

Space is just a thing for me right now.

BRYCE

Alone time. I get it. It's ok. 

ABIGAIL

Sorry.

BRYCE

Don't be.

INT - DOUGLAS' CAR

Parked between trees, tucked away in the shadows Douglas' beat up black truck is almost invisible. He's nervously shaking his leg, attention never leaving the view he has of Abby's house. Finally he sees movement, the front door opens. He sits witness to Abigail and Bryce hugging and saying their goodbyes. Bryce heads to his car and starts it up. Douglas breathes an intense sigh of relief.

DOUGLAS

Phewwwwwwww.

Fuck.

Thank you.

Bryce heads off down the road, Douglas waits. After a minute Douglas says one more thank you and starts to drive away. Just as he's making his turn he takes one last look back at the house in the rear view mirror. Something catches his eye. His brakes slam and the truck comes to a stop.

In the rear view mirror Douglas sees something heading towards the house. He sees a figure rushing towards Abby's side window. It's so dark Douglas has trouble following it, he can hardly make out what it's doing. What is it doing? Did it just go in the window? Did something just go inside the house?

Douglas gets out and looks around. He can't see the figure, he's starting to panic. He moves closer, aware of the dangers that come with his being spotted. The window is open, it looks like something pushed it open and crawled through. Douglas can't believe this, he staggers forward, his stagger becomes a full stride rushing towards Abigail's side window. He sees a hand print on the ledge.

He listens, he hears Abigail singing upstairs. She's alone. He enters through the window.

INT - ABIGAIL'S HOUSE

Inside the house it's quiet, Douglas skulks quietly. He's trying to avoid Abigail, he knows how dangerous this is. He can't be seen. He ducks down and surveys the lower floor while Abigail listens to the radio upstairs.  He hears a creak in the hallway, he very carefully investigates. It's so dark, he can't tell if there's someone there or not. He feels it. Someone's there, someone's staring back at him. 

Something catches his eye, movement from the top of the stairs. He sees Abigail, shes staring back at him. Her face white. She screams.

ABIGAIL

Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!

Douglas motions to Abigail to calm herself, out of the corner of his eye he sees movement in the hallway again. He turns his attention away from Abigail back to the darkness in the front hallway. From out of that darkness a figure stands up, and runs out the front door. Douglas jumps back, startled by what he just saw. He turns back to Abby.

DOUGLAS

Abby! Call the police!

Douglas dashes out the front door after the mystery figure.

Cont'd...

TOM WRITES HIS FIRST MOVIE: Everyone is against you.

I am writing my first movie...kinda winging it.

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  - MORNING

Grant is passed out in his chair, beer bottles are all over the table in front of him. Douglas is sitting up, he's been awake all night. The morning sun is just starting to set.

Douglas has been up waiting, when the sun breaks he can't wait anymore. He gets up and takes the car keys from off of the table in front on Grant and makes his way out the front door. Outside the truck is parked haphazardly, half on the driveway and half on the front lawn. The back of the truck is smashed in, the bumper is dangling. Douglas pays it no mind, he climbs in and starts the engine, the bumper drags along the ground as he pulls away.

It's a long drive to Abagail's house outside the city, it takes a nervous hour and a half for him to finally reach the lonely turnoff onto Abagail's road. When his car makes the turn Douglas notices a police car pull up behind him. Soon he's flanked on either side by police cruisers demanding him to pull over. When Douglas complies he's told to get out of his vehicle.

POLICE OFFICER

STEP OUT OF THE VEHICLE WITH YOUR ARMS RAISED.

Douglas

What did I do???

POLICE OFFICER

STEP OUT NOW!

Douglas steps out of his truck and is immediately tackled and hand cuffed, he's violently picked up and thrown into the back of the police car.

INT - POLICE INTERROGATION ROOM

Douglas looks exhausted, he's sitting in a chair being grilled by a no nonsense cop. 

COP

Last night Abagail was attacked in her room while she slept.

DOUGLAS
What?

COP
Last night after you had your altercation with her and her father where you were asked to leave for doing...unsavory acts, she was left alone in her house where she claims someone hit her in her sleep.

DOUGLAS
Her father left her alone???

COP
He's the one who found her the next morning, with a broken eye socket and a mild concussion.

DOUGLAS
How could she do that to herself?

COP
Herself? 

DOUGLAS
She's sick. You have to help her.

COP
We are helping her. Infact we're looking at the prime suspect in this assault right now.

DOUGLAS
I wasn't there!

COP
No, according to your statement you were with your friend Grant all night. Yet when we found you, you were alone speeding towards Abagail's house.

DOUGLAS
Its still my home. All my stuff's there.

COP
Any dispute over your belongings is between you, her and the courts. The property belongs to Abagail, any attempt to access her property will be considered an intrusion.

DOUGLAS
Where's Abagail?

COP
Do you think I am going to give you that information. We're going to serve your with a restraining order that says you have to stay at least 50 feet away from her at all times. 

Douglas can't process all this information, his life has utterly crumbled in the last 24 hours. It shows.

COP

I will let you know that she's going to be ok. She's very shaken, she's very scared of you but she's going to be ok. We're here to make sure of it.

DOUGLAS

If you really think I did it then why don't you just arrest me already?

COP

The only reason you aren't in one of those cells right now is because she didn't see her attacker.

DOUGLAS

Are you sure there was an attacker?

COP

Are you asking me if I think she broke her own orbital bone and then went back to bed?

(he stares hard at Douglas)

No. I don't think that. I think you did it, I think you have a key, I think you came back in the middle of the night and I think you hit her with something with the intention to kill her.

DOUGLAS

But I'd know I am the most obvious suspect. You really think anyone could be that stupid?

COP

Not stupid. Like you said, sick.

DOUGLAS

What now?

COP

Like I told you, we don't have enough evidence to press charges. You can go.

Douglas stands up to be let out of the room.

COP

Make sure your leave your new address with our detectives before you leave, and make sure you never go anywhere near that girl or her house again. I am serious.

DOUGLAS

How do I get my things?

COP

Call a lawyer.

A buzzer sounds and the door out of the room opens, Douglas leaves. Still trying to process everything that's taken place. He's led out the front door back to his truck.

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...

TOM WRITES A MOVIE: Add Tedium

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. Here's today's page:

INT - DOUGLAS IS RUNNING UP SOME DARKLY LIT STAIRS

Douglas is racing up the dimly lit stairs leading to the basement, his face is red and turning purple. He makes it to the top of the stairs and bursts through the door. Loudly inhaling fresh oxygen the first chance he gets.

DOUGLAS

5 seconds! New record!

ABIGAILE

Omg close the door, you're letting the smell in here. 

Douglas kicks closed the basement door and drops the box on the floor. Abby opens the box and digs around inside, pulling out some old dolls.

ABIGAILE

Yay!

DOUGLAS

That's what you sent me down there to get?

ABIGAIL

I am thinking about putting some of these up on the shelf in the guest room. Just to jazz it up a little.

DOUGLAS

God help whoever stays in that guest room. 

ABIGAIL

What do you mean?

DOUGLAS

Those dolls are going to come alive and straight up murder whoever's in that room with them.

She hold up a stuffed rabbit.

ABIGAIL

Mr. Crayon isn't a murderer. 

 Douglas pulls out of the box a particularly creepy looking doll.

DOUGLAS

This one most certainly is.

ABIGAIL

That's Patty Pancakes and yeah, I wouldn't turn my back on her. 

DOUGLAS

What guests are we expecting anyway?

ABIGAIL

Your parents? When are they going to come see the place?

DOUGLAS

They'll fly out once we're more settled. Is your dad thinking of staying here.

ABIGAIL 

No way. Not with you living here.

DOUGLAS

Phewwww...

ABIGAIL

Bryce might spend a weekend down here this month.

DOUGLAS

With his girlfriend?

ABIGAIL

No girlfriend. You can invite Grant down.

DOUGLAS

Or we can go somewhere. We can get out of this house for a while, we've been cooped up. It's making us both crazy.

ABIGAIL

I want to but I can't take a whole weekend off.

DOUGLAS

One night then. Tonight.

ABIGALE

I want to get dressed up!

DOUGLAS
Ok, where do dressed up people go?

ABIGALE
There are so many nice places on the pier, we can go for a walk along the water after, it's so beautiful out.

DOUGLAS
Should I assume I can get REALLY good fish down by the pier?

ABIGALE
(excitedly)
Oh MY God!

DOUGLAS
Go get dressed up PrettyGirl.

Abby leans in and kisses Douglas before springing out of the room and up the stairs, he adorable enthusiasm brings a smile to his face. That smile disappears when he looks down to the doll he's holding, it's Patty Pancakes. Her corpselike eyes look back at him.

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

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...

Tom Persists

I am back on this romantic comedy idea. I know I need to write a feature length movie script, its a goal of mine to write several movie scripts so I should probably get started on it.

Instead of staring at a blank computer screen I decided to plot it out by hand using my only table and sticky pads. I have act one sort of plotted out, I am trying to get at least a rough plot breakdown finished this week because I really need that table back. I spilled soup on my stomach earlier today, a direct result of not having a usable table.

Here's a one sentance tagline for my romantic comedy idea: What exactly are we calling 'internet stalking' these days?

House Arrested: The Dick Pic - Part 3.

CONT'D...

OFFICER KARP

Andre I don't know why you're laughing like this doesn't effect you. Because of one of these three idiots this house is about to lose online access. 

The group is stunned to silence.

GORDON

(in his best Martin Lawrence voice)

Shit just got real.

ANDRE

What was that?

GORDON

No one gets that reference?

Wide shot of everyone. No one gets that reference, Gordon looks crushed.

OFFICER KARP

I am also going to recommend that we install security cameras in here.

CONRAD

This is bullshit!

OFFICER KARP

That's what happens when you go showing off your dick on the web Conrad.

CONRAD

I've never shown my dick on the web.

Officer Karp shoots him a look of pure skepticism.

  

CONRAD

I've never shown my dick on the web using THAT computer.  

CONT'D...