- Friday 22nd September 2006, 6:26pm
- Northampton, England
- 2,445 posts
The first scene of something new i was working on. I'm sorry if it looks a little confusing, i'm just pasting from Microsoft Word that's all.
INT. BEDROOM. DAY
A needle is placed on the record player and the music finally begins. The camera pulls back and we see MICHAEL COLE on the bed. He’s in his early twenties, likeable, and would probably be more self confident if he realised that.
Cut to: HOLLY, a very attractive young woman, early twenties, driven, and slightly domineering.
We are not sure if they are lying together but their dialogue is said at a rapid pace.
No. Punk rock.
No, no. Punk rock.
I don’t understand is there a
Yes, of course there’s a
difference. It’s kind of like
when the both of us listen to
When do we listen to Marvin
You know, we listen to Marvin
Gaye when making love.
We make love?
Holly laughs, then pauses. Michael looks annoyed.
I... Jesus... Shut up. Look,
what I’m trying to say, you
know... suggest is... maybe we
should change our routine a
Holly sits up, visibly taking in the idea. She says:
Okay. Here’s a deal... Instead of
listening to punk rock, why don’t
we listen to punk rock?
No, it just doesn’t work.
Like I said, we listen to punk
I’m sorry Michael, but I just
don’t get what you’re implying.
Michael goes to open his mouth, then:
Jesus Christ! Can you guys just
The camera pulls back, revealing Claire, lying on the bed between Holly and Michael. She is obviously tired of their constant banter.
Oh, come on. Do yourselves a
favour... Hell, do all of us a
favour and just end it.
Oh, and it’s punk rock.
Err, no. It’s punk rock.
Silence. Michael sighs. Holly looks to him with her gentle eyes. She says:
Look, Michael. It might be for
the best, you know.
She... I just... We’ve had some
great times together. Perhaps
it’s just better stop before it
gets worse. Okay?
Can I get angry now?
Time cut. Michael wears a pair of goggles. Holly, arms folded, holds a cigarette lighter.
Okay. So, are we agreed that
we’ll end it like we always said
we would? I destroy your Nan’s
ugly antique vase and you get to
burn my copy of Prince’s “Purple
You know, we don’t have to do
Holly nods sincerely. Michael grabs his cricket bat.