TOM WRITES HIS FIRST MOVIE: All dialogue...blah blah blah.

Douglas and Abigail are in love. Then one morning Douglas finds Abigail standing in the hallway, trembling and terrified. She's standing beside a room. She thinks he did something. Something only a psycho would do.

That's the idea behind the script I am writing, it's my first. I post as I go. Down there is today's entry, all the rest can be found right HERE.

Cont'd...

The officer sees himself out, leaving Abigail and Bryce alone. Abigail is staring into dead space, in thought. Bryce lets her have her silence.

ABIGAIL

I want a gun.

BRYCE

What?

ABIGAIL

I need a gun.

BRYCE

Abby. He's in jail.

ABIGAIL

He won't always be.

BRYCE

He has a restraining order against him now. He can't come anywhere near you.

ABIGAIL

 He's crazy! He doesn't care. Bryce I am not moving, so he's always going to know where I live.

BRYCE

Maybe we should just move you back to your fathers. Just for a bit.

ABIGAIL

Fucking asshole.

BRYCE

Sorry?

ABIGAIL

Douglas. Not pressing charges against my dad, I know what he's doing. He's manipulating me. He's trying to get me to trust him. Piece of shit.

BRYCE

Abby?

ABIGAIL

What?

BRYCE

That night, when Douglas was in your house. What do you think he wanted?

ABIGAIL

Honestly? I think he wanted to kill me.

BRYCE

I don't get why he told you to call the police.

ABIGAIL

Because I scared him. I saw him before he could get me.

BRYCE

Did he look scared?

ABIGAIL

Yeah. I caught his ass and he knew it. So he made up some bullshit story and ran.

BRYCE

If he came here to hurt you then why not hurt you? When you started screaming, why run? Why not attack?

ABIGAIL

What the hell are you saying? 

BRYCE

I am just thinking.

ABIGAIL

What? Someone else was here and poor Douglas was just trying to save me from the dark figure?

BRYCE

No. No! This isn't a movie. Real life doesn't have twists like that. Your ex-fiance actually IS just one of those sick stalkers you read about, that's why this is happening. That's the only reason this is happening.

ABIGAIL

I need a gun.

BRYCE

We'll talk to your father when he gets out. If you still want one, he has lots. 

Abigail give him a half smile.

BRYCE

I am sorry Abby.

ABIGAIL

Wht? It's not your fault.

Con't...

TOM WRITES HIS FIRST MOVIE: The aftermath of all that stuff that happened.

Still writing my first movie script. It's a thriller.

You can check it out HERE.

INT - LIVING ROOM

Bryce is in Abby's home. He's walking from the kitchen to the living room carrying a steaming cup of tea. Inside the living room Abigail is sitting with the police. The lead officer is that same one who interrogated Conrad earlier. Bryce hands Abigail the tea.

COP

We have him on criminal trespassing, but these waters are bit murky given your former living situation.

ABIGAIL

No they're not, I told him I didn't ever want to see him again.

COP

You still have his things.

ABIGAIL

What?

COP

Why do you still have his things?

ABIGAIL

I don't want them.

COP

You see why a jury might be sympathetic to someone breaking into a house to get his own things back.

ABIGAIL

HE ATTACKED ME!!

COP

We weren't able to prove that. We weren't able to lay a single charge in that case, in a court of law that means it didn't happen.

BRYCE

And what about this other thing that he's saying? That he saw someone?

COP

You mean this mysterious figure that he conveniently can't give a description of because it was too dark? I wouldn't lose sleep over that. Frankly it's not the first time we heard that one from someone. 

BRYCE

So where is he?

COP

Right now he's behind bars until he sees a judge but unless we have something that can keep him there then he's probably going to get away with a fine and some probation. Are you sure you didn't notice anything last night as you were leaving?

BRYCE

I didn't see anything.

COP

Miss...maybe it would be better if you stayed with someone for a while. 

BRYCE

I am staying with her.

ABIGAIL

When are you letting my father go?

COP

 Actually Douglas refuses to press charges against your father. He'll be out later today.

The room falls quiet.

 COP

Well, we'll be leaving. This time we'd like you to file an official restraining order against Douglas, and if I were you I'd think about finding someplace else to live. He's...

ABIGAIL

No.

COP

Keep an eye on her.

BRYCE

I will.

COP

We'll be in touch.

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 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-

I am Just Going To Level With You...

 I hate the romcom I am writing, it's not working. Having the characters meet online seemed like a good idea because that's how everyone meets these days but the way it's playing out on paper won't work on screen. I don't even know where I am going with it and I am not motivated to see this story's finish. If I am struggling to come on here and write (and I am, mightily) that that to me is a very clear indication that this story isn't worth writing. Everything good that I've ever written has poured out of my head and onto the page fluidly, with almost no effort. I never felt like I had to turn the bottle upside down and bang on it to get the words to come out but that's how I feel right now. I am scrapping this script, I know I can do better. I need to find a story that writes itself, I want to be excited about what I am working on.

Tom WILL write a romantic comedy, he just needs to come up with one first.

In the meantime, here's a real life text I got that's funnier than anything I've come up with so far.

Tom's Rom-Com. Part...3?

Alright, this is slow going but I am slowly plugging away at it.

Here's what I have previously

"MONDAY"

Andy is working at his desk, typing away at his computer. His phone sits at his desk beside him. He keeps glancing at it.

Narrator/Andy: Monday. We texted back and forth all weekend. We started talking on Saturday and I already know where she works, where she went to school, her favorite bars, what music she listens to, what she likes to do on weekends...and she knows all that stuff about me. Well obviously I lied about what I do with my weekends, I am not telling her I laid on my couch for two days. I made something up.

Andy's phone buzzes, he stealthily picks it up, it's from Cassie. He smiles.

Narrator/Andy: Look at that smile. It happens every time my phone goes off, Cassie's like Christmas. Each text is a new present to unwrap. 

Andy looks up from the phone for just a second to see a coworker staring sternly at him, taking note of his casual cell phone usage during business hours. He puts down his cell and goes back to work, feeling frustrated that he can't check his phone. He's like a junky thinking about his next fix, Andy tries to work through his urge. 

The phone buzzes again and Andy doesn't even hesitate, in one motion he locks up his desk, scoops up his phone and walks to the washroom. He finds a stall, takes the time to put down a sani-seat and sits down on the toilet, pants on.

He checks his phone, he smiles.

Narrator/Andy: (Doing a Cassie impression) "Hey Andyyyyyyyyyy. I am so busy today, we're overbooked and I am doing double the work. I had to be in at 6am today :( Anyway, I needed a distraction and I thought of you." Aww, you see what's happening here? She needs a smile and she came to me. Goddamn it that made my day.

Andy responds and then stands back up to leave the stall, he stops himself.

Narrator/Andy: Actually, shit. I can't really go to the washroom later if they all saw me go in here just now. Hold it in later or try to make something happen now? Hold it in later or go now?

Andy starts to undo his belt and unbutton his pants.

Narrator/Andy: Ugggggggg, alright. 

Cont'd...

That's a good place to stop, right? Women like seeing guys use the toilet in romantic comedies don't they?

Tom's Rom-Com

To follow along with this story you can either scroll down a couple entries and read parts 1 and 2 or click HERE.

Con'd... 

 

Andy's sits up on the couch and picks up his phone. The light of the screen softly illuminates his face against the dark of the room. Andy takes a closer look at Cassie's profile, he glances through her profile and smiles. He flips through her pictures and smiles even harder. He looks at her message.

CASSIE

(text)

Hey. I am Cassie how are you?

NARRATOR/ANDY: This chick has to be fake, right? Beautiful women aren't sitting around on a Saturday night messaging strangers are they? They're supposed to be out, having strangers buy them drinks and throw themselves at them all night. I am being catfished, I know it. I shouldn't even bother responding...on the other hand those pictures...

ANDY

(text)

I am good, I am just chilling with friends. What about you?

CASSIE

(text)

I am just watching a movie right now with my friend. I was supposed to go to a club but we decided not to. Thank god!

ANDY

(text)

Why?

CASSIE

(text)

I hate clubs :)

NARRATOR/ANDY: Marry me. 

ANDY

(text)

Marry me.

CASSIE

(text)

Haha. K. 

ANDY

(text)

What are you watching?

CASSIE

(text)

Archer. Have you seen it?

NARRATOR/ANDY: Oh my god, I love her already. If this girl ends up being some dude then I am going to kill him.

ANDY

(text)

Love it!

Cassie?

CASSIE

(text)

What?

ANDY

CASSSSIE?

CASSIE

(text)

:) What???

ANDY

(text)

CASSSSSSSSSSSSSIEEEEEEEEE???

CASSIE

(text)

LOL Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?

ANDY

(text)

Danger zoneeeee.

CASSIE

(text)

HAHAHA OMG. LOL. YES!

NARRATOR/ANDY: Yeahhhhh, you kind of had to watch Archer to get that one but trust me, it was funny. AND SHE GOT IT! I made a dorky, obscure reference to an episode she may or may not have seen and she actually got it. She LOL'd. 

CASSIE

(text)

Haha. I don't want to keep you from your friends so I'll let you go. I just wanted to say hi.

Talk later? 

ANDY

(text)

Definitely

The phone fades back to black and the room falls dark again, Andy is alone and it's quiet. The soft light of the room just illuminates enough of Andy's face to see that the smile on his face still hasn't faded as he falls back to the couch.

Cont'd

 

-APE-

Tom's Writing A Romantic Something

I was going to spice up this page with a drawing of a guy sitting on the couch just like I describe in this post but as it turns out drawing is hard. I suck at it, I can't make anything look like anything. I can't even draw cartoon faces well. Anyway, back to my story.

"LIFE BEFORE CASSIE"

Andy is sitting alone on the couch of a sparsely decorated apartment, one leg flung over the back of the couch, one stretched out over top of the coffee table. He's laying back like a gross shlub and watching TMZ. Outside his window you can hear the sounds of laughter and fun, more sociable people having a night out with friends. Andy stares unmoving at the screen.

NARRATOR/ANDY: How gross is it that this is how I spent most Saturday nights? How gross is it that this is how I WANTED to spend my Saturday nights?

Andy's phone buzzes, someone's calling him. He lets it ring for a while before finally giving in and answering it. The sounds of music and muffled shouting burst through the earpiece.

ANDY

Yo.

ANDY

What?

ANDY

What?

ANDY

Why where are you?

ANDY

What club?

Andy's eyebrows furl.

ANDY

Uuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...I don't think

I can make it. I am busy right now.

ANDY

No I can't, I am just heading out to meet mt friend. 

ANDY

NO!

ANDY

Well I'll tell you what, I have to run and meet my friend right now but I'll ask him if he wants to go. It depends on what he says. I gotta go.

ANDY

I gotta GO! I am getting onto the elevator, I gotta go.

Andy hangs up the phone and lays back down on the couch. 

NARRATOR/ANDY: The thing about falling into a rut is that you don't "fall" into them, you go willingly. You settle into a rut and make yourself comfortable, the sick part is that you don't mind it. You can sense life zipping past you but you can't seem to care until you finally see something you want bad enough to chase after it.

Andy's phone buzzes again, he glances at his phone. His eye's perk up slightly.

"New Tinder match"

Andy opens the app and see's Cassie. She's cute. Andy quickly types out a hello message, something simple. He lays back down and forgets about it, not expecting a response.

His phone buzzes again.

"Cassie sent you a new message"

NARRATOR/ANDY: Enter Cassie. My Roadrunner.

Cont'd...

So one again, I am pretty much directionless as I write this, I'll figure out what this is or where it's going along the way. 

-APE-