TOM WRITES HIS FIRST MOVIE: Gun face.

Ok, tomorrow's project is to write a solid two or three sentence synopsis for this thriller I am writing so I can actually sell you on clicking HERE and getting all caught up to today's post (below).

Or don't. To be honest I don't expect you to. As long as I keep posting I'll eventually have finished my first movie script though. It's pretty dope too.

Not at all sorry that I googled 'gun face'.

INT - ABIGAIL'S KITCHEN.

Richard is sitting at Abigail's table, he's staring contemplatively into his coffee mug. 

RICHARD

I wish I'd killed him.

ABIGAIL

Don't say that.

Abigail is sitting with her father, Bryce is leaning against a wall with coffee in hand.

RICHARD

I wish it wasn't so damn dark that night, I couldn't see him. 

ABIGAIL

Thank god. You'd still be in jail if you hit him. 

RICHARD

I would have gone to jail for the rest of my life just to know that piece of shit wasn't going to be out there anymore.

ABIGAIL

Don't say that! He's not worth it.

RICHARD

That judge made me sick. Letting him lie like that.

I should go find him.

ABIGAIL

No! He just got out of jail and there's a restraining order against him now. He can't come here.

RICHARD

You think that sick bastard cares about a restraining order?

Richard looks up at Bryce.

RICHARD

I am coming with you.

ABIGAIL

You can't!

RICHARD

To hell with that.

BRYCE

I am with Abby, you two can't be anywhere near each other.

ABIGAIL

Dad, just stay away. You're not going back to jail because of him!

BRYCE

I have his things all packed, I won't be there long.

ABIGAIL

What if he won't come to the door?

BRYCE

Then I'll leave his stuff on his front lawn.

RICHARD

You're taking a gun.

BRYCE

No. Thank you.

RICHARD

If you don't want me coming with you then you're taking a gun. 

BRYCE

I am not planning on needing one Richard.

RICHARD

No one does. 

Bryce nods the comment off and puts his cup in the sink. 

BRYCE

I think I am going to head out.

ABIGAIL

Now? It's 9 am.

BRYCE

 Yeah, and hopefully he'll still be sleeping. 

EXT - DRIVEWAY - BRYCES U-HAUL

Abigail hands Bryce the last of Douglas' things. The finality of it brings a tear to her eye, Bryce notices but says nothing. Before Bryce can get into the truck Richard corners him and shoves a gun into Bryce's hands. Bryce takes the gun and tucks it in his waistband. He gives Richard a knowing nod.

BRYCE

Abby, this will be behind us soon.

She puts on a smile, Bryce shuts the door and drives off with the last of Douglas packed in his truck.

Cont'd...

TOM WRITES HIS FIRST MOVIE: The build to the end.

You know what? We're well past the halfway point of my thriller and it's time to start putting the pieces in place for my big ending. I mean that too, my ending is big. From this point onward the story is going to pick up a frenetic pace as my characters stumble their way towards a conclusion that wraps this whole mystery up in a tight, action packed little bow.

Once again, I collect everything as I go and post it all HERE

I still haven't written out a synopsis I am in love with but imagine if you were to wake up one morning and your terrified girlfriend was accusing you of doing something completely f**king psycho. That happened to Douglas.

I admit this is who I was picturing as I wrote this scene.

INT - JAIL

Douglas is being led through a hallway by a couple of officers to a small room with a table. Sitting at the table is his public defender. Douglas takes a seat across from him and the two are left alone. 

LAWYER

Hello Douglas, my name is Alister Cross. I'll be defending you.

Douglas doesn't answer.

LAWYER

I've been looking over your case, I think we'll be able to get you out of here. A man's ex-fiance accuses him of torturing...dolls and then locks him out of the house they shared. According to the police report she made claims of violence but you were never charged?

DOUGLAS

I didn't do it.

LAWYER

Good. The police apparently didn't think so either because I don't see any charges laid. That's very good. Now we just have to convince the judge that you were only in her house to get your things back so you could move on and finally forget about the crazy bitch.

Douglas shoots him a look.

LAWYER

Hey, looks like that aren't going to help you get out of there. We need to convince this judge that you want nothing to do with this girl, when he tells you he's placing a restraining order between the two of you; you thank him.

DOUGLAS

There was someone else in that house. I want them to find him, keep Abby safe. 

LAWYER

She's safe and you staying behind bars isn't keeping her any safer. 

Is it?

DOUGLAS

No.

LAWYER

Well then. You made up that intruder story that because you were scared, you got caught and were worried about getting in trouble so you made something up. The mysterious stranger excuse, oldest one in the book.

DOUGLAS

And then I chased after someone I just made up?

LAWYER

No, you ran because you knew she was going to call her dad and his shotgun.

DOUGLAS

They won't believe me.

LAWYER

Are you kidding me? No one believes you now. If you go in there and tell that judge that you only broke into your ex's house to chase out some dark, faceless figure then all you'll do is convince him you need to be kept out of the public and put into a looney bin. I ask you, is that what you want?

DOUGLAS

...I was just there to get my stuff...

LAWYER

Exactly. I think we can get time served plus probation, plus obviously you'd have to agree to never be within a hundred feet of her ever again. 

DOUGLAS

Just her?

LAWYER

And her father probably, but we'll consider that a blessing.

DOUGLAS

Get me out of here.

LAWYER

I'd like you to make a statement. You were alone in that house with Abigail, you saw no one else. Judges are like mothers, they give points for honesty.

DOUGLAS

Honesty?

LAWYER

...Is Abigail safer with you behind bars?

DOUGLAS

No.

LAWYER

Well then.

The lawyer slides a pen and paper across the table to Douglas, urging him to write his statement.

LAWYER

You were alone. You just wanted to get your things back.

DOUGLAS

(reluctantly)

I was alone.

Cont'd...

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: Go back and fix crap.

So I finally read over what I have so far, I feel like I am missing a scene. I need something to help build up this tension that's set to boil over between my couple.

Hence, today's page. I'll sandwich it in somewhere near the beginning.

INT - KITCHEN

A pot boils on the stove.

DOUGLAS

Ok, throw them in.

Abby is holding two large lobsters.

ABBY

I am having second thoughts.

Douglas laughs.

DOUGLAS

I knew this was going to happen. I told you in the store. I knew you'd bond with them by the time we got home.

ABBY

Arrrrgggg...I really want lobster too.

Abby looks at the two lobsters, all tied up and at her mercy. 

ABBY

Uggg...why did I name them?

DOUGLAS

Why don't you give them to me and leave the room.

ABBY

Nooooo. I know what you're going to do with them.

DOUGLAS

I am going to cook them. That's why we bought them Abby, you were so excited in the store.

ABBY

I knowwwwwww...I am being weird. 

DOUGLAS

Can I have them?

ABBY

No.

Douglas's body language registers frustration but on him face is a big smile. He can't get mad at that.

DOUGLAS

You know we can't keep two pet lobsters, right? They would just die anyway Abby.

ABBY

Why can't we just let them go? We can take them to the lake.

DOUGLAS

Abbbbbbbyyyyyyy...this is adorable but I really don't want to do that. This was my dinner too, I was excited.

ABBY

 But think about how mean that is. Peter and Pepper will thank us, we can save them. It'll be like a Disney movie. The first half of the movie will be about how they got caught and forced to survive in that aquarium at the restaurant. Watching their friends being chosen and then eaten in front of them. 

DOUGLAS

This is dark.

ABBY

Yeah! And then it gets really dark when a young couple comes into the restaurant and chooses both of them. At least they get to die together; they think.

DOUGLAS

Jeez.

ABBY

But then at the last minute the couple looks at them and see's how in love they are and how scared, so they decide to let them go. They give them a  new life in a beautiful lake with lots of food. All because they had a last minute change of heart.

DOUGLAS

I am not sold. Do you even know for sure they they're a boy and girl?

Abby doesn't.

ABBY

(unconvincingly)

Yes.

DOUGLAS

Abby you're cute. But I want to eat these guys.

ABBY

Oh come on. You love animals as much as I do.

DOUGLAS

Yeah?

ABBY

And I don't see you being able to eat Petey and Pepper, now that...

Douglas takes them away from Abby and puts them right into the boiling pot in one cold motion.

DOUGLAS

Wanna bet?

Abby is shocked. She can't believe that Douglas could be that callous. 

The pot screams.

INT - THE KITCHEN TABLE

Douglas as Abby sit across from each other at the table, not speaking. Douglas is enjoying his lobster, Abby hasn't touched hers.

Cont'd...

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 A MOVIE: Include Sex!

Part 1: In case you're too lazy to scroll down.

INT-KITCHEN/LIVING ROOM

Inside the house Richard is in the kitchen with Abigale cleaning up after their pizza dinner while Grant and Douglas are going through boxes in the living room.

GRANT

Where's your Playstation?  Let's hook that shit up.

DOUGLAS

Don't unpack anything. Do you see how weird he's being about this?

Douglas look back at Richard.

DOUGLAS

I am going to wait until he leaves before I really, y'know. Move in.

GRANT

Yeah he doesn't want you here, he kept asking about you when we were unloading. Like he was pumping me for information.

DOUGLAS

What's; he trying to dig up dirt on me?

GRANT

Yeah but look, if you were moving into my family house with my daughter I'd hate you too.

DOUGLAS

So would I but I'd at least hide it better.

Richard looks back at Douglas, they catch eyes for a second. Richard takes a hard look at Douglas and shakes his head in disapproval and confusion. He turns away. Douglas and Abigale catch eyes, they look at each other from the across the room. They both smile.

DOUGLAS

Whatever. He'll get over it.

Abigale walks in from the kitchen.

ABIGALE

I need you to run down to the basement and get my big serving plate.

DOUGLAS
What does that look like?

ABIGALE
It's this big plate.

DOUGLAS
Ok...

ABIGALE
And get my crystal pitcher, but only if it's clean.

DOUGLAS
Come with me. I don't even know what these things are.

ABIGALE
No, I never go in the basement. You go.

Douglas and Grant share a look.

DOUGLAS

Ok...

INT - BASEMENT

Douglas walks down the stairs to the cellar-like basement, it's very old. Very dank and poorly lighted. Douglas's face twists, something stinks. He hold his nose and rushes downstairs, searching through several shelves before finding a big plate. He finds the pitcher but it's covered in cobwebs, he discards it and runs back upstairs. He hands Abigale the plate, he's out of breath.

INT-LIVING ROOM

ABIGALE

Where's the pitcher?

DOUGLAS

Covered with spiders, its dead to us. Now I know why you wouldn't go down there. It smells like SHIT!

ABIGALE

Eww I wouldn't know, that's not why I don't go down there. I don't go down there because it's scary.

Douglas smiles at her.  God she's cute.

ABIGALE

Do you want some cake?

DOUGLAS

I want some alone time.

ABIGALE

(smiles coyly)

Cake fist.

Douglas and Abigale join Richard and Grant in the kitchen and start carving up the cake. Later they're saying goodbyes at the door. It's night time. Grant says goodbye to Douglas and hugs Abigale, it's a warm goodbye and in stark contrast to the cold goodbye that Richard offers, after hugging his daughter goodbye Richard darts out the door without so much as an acknowledgment towards Douglas. Douglas and Abigale kiss as the door closes. The lights in the downstairs turn out, the light in the bedroom turns on. 

CONT'D...

-APE-

That got sexy.

My First Movie Script Is About A Guy Who's Girlfriend Thinks He Wants To Kill Her, But He Loves Her. It's Complicated.

I took a long break from this blog, as it turns out coming up with a movie to write can take a while. Months actually. It's a huge project to tackle, in terms of work load it's like writing three essays back to back. I know I have to do it though. Its something I've always wanted to do, I kind of feel like I need to. Still though, as motivated as I felt to get a script started it still took several frustrating weeks before I settled on an idea (my fifth actually) that I was confident enough with. All my other idea I picked apart, with this one though the more thought I gave it the more I came up with ideas to add to it. I set out to write a romantic comedy and I ended up with an idea for a "Romantic Comedy Horror Thriller". I am calling it "I am Not a Weirdo"

 I'm using this blog to write it. It's my first movie script. I am starting now.

"I AM NOT A WEIRDO"

by Thomas Holler

EXT - OUTSIDE ABIGALE'S HOUSE

Outside of a large, old house a moving van is being unloaded. The house is all white with old brick, old architecture and even old creepy statues scattered along the property. It's a very old house. On the truck two men are unloading the last of some boxes, the older of the two is Abigale's father Richard, he's being helped by Abigale's close friend Bryce. On the walkway to the house two more men have stopped. Douglas and Grant, both have boxes in their hands. Both have stopped dead in their tracks and are staring, eyebrows furled at one of the unnerving statues along the walkway. They stand face to face with an especially creepy statue.

GRANT

God...I bet as soon as night falls these things are coming alive and trying to kill you.

DOUGLAS

Don't put that in my head.

GRANT

So Abby lived here when she was a kid? These things must have given her nightmares.

DOUGLAS

Nah, my girl doesn't get nightmares. She smiles when she sleeps.

Abigale sneaks up behind them while they're inspecting the statue.

ABIGALE

(sarcastically)

Yeah so those boxes actually go inside the house.

DOUGLAS

Sorry Munchkin. We were meeting the neighbors.

Grant pics up his box and heads inside.

ABIGALE

Oooo...want me to introduce you. This is Bert and that's Ernie and Crispy over there. I named them when I was really little...obviously.

DOUGLAS

You were a brave kid, huh?

ABIGALE

Actually all of these statues used to scare me when I was a kid. 

DOUGLAS

Yeah (duh).

ABIGALE

But then my dad told me these were here to guard the house. They keep badguys away.

RICHARD

We'll see about that. 

Richard shoots Douglas a snarky look to go along with his snide remark as he walks past with the last of the boxes.

ABIGALE

He hasn't really warmed to you moving in here with me.

DOUGLAS

Oh, I noticed.

ABIGALE

I am his little girl and this is our family house, it means a lot to him.

DOUGLAS

He gave it to you.

ABIGALE

I know. He knows. Just give it time, let him get used to it.

Bryce politely walks up behind Abigale.

BRYCE

Hey, Abby. The truck's unloaded, I was actually thinking about getting going.

ABIGALE

Nooooo. Stay! I have to pay you back with pizza for helping me. 

BRYCE

(smiles)

Thanks but how about you owe me. Buy me lunch on Monday.

ABIGALE

Deal. 

The two hug.

ABIGALE

Thank you. You're the best.

DOUGLAS

It was nice meeting you Bryce. Thanks for helping out.

Bryce moves in, the two shake hands and lock eyes.

DOUGLAS

Appreciate it.

BRYCE

Don't mention it. Nice meeting you.

Bryce heads off to his car. Douglas picks up his box and heads inside with Abigale. Bryce looks back. The front door closes. The statues stay still.

...CONT'D

Alright, as far as first pages go I am happy with it. I've already introduced every major character. Success.

-APE-