The Untitled FilmA Screenplay by The Poet of Black Wings INT. A'S ROOM, WHITE VERSION. Open on a shot of A sitting on his bed, from behind. The room is blank, completely undecorated. only the bed is visible. A's semi-short, dark hair is unkempt and shaggy. His cloths, casual dress, but all wrinkled and ruffled. his shirt is untucked. there's black a tie lying behind him on the bed. Slowly, A lifts both his arms reaching to his head. CUT TO A'S WORK. INT. OFFICE CUBICLE We see a shot of A's face, illuminated by a screen as we hear typing on a keyboard. then a shot of him from the left. He is typing away at his computer, working. He's clean cut with his hair combed back. Same outfit as before, but pressed, shirt tucked in, with his tie on. The cubicle is boring and gray, the only decorations are a clock on his desk and a calendar with every 4th date circled. 2 walks in from the right, holding a clipboard. He's a tall man with brunet hair and glasses. he's wearing nearly the same outfit as A, but his sleeves are rolled up and he's wearing a red tie. A doesn't notice him until 2 speaks. 2 Did you finish the Willard report? A turns to him, not quite hearing what he had said before. A What? 2 The Willard report, I need it. A Oh, yeah. A reaches in his desk to pull out a few pieces of paper stapled together and hands it to 2. Shot changes to show 2 from his back with A sitting at his desk on 2's right hand side. A's clock is displayed in between them, ticking backwards. A (CONT'D) Here. 2 takes the papers and looks them over. we get a shot of the papers which read "Here's your f*****g cooked report you fat piece of s**t." on the first line followed by the phrase "It's all bullshit anyway." Repeated over and over again for the rest of the packet. 2 doesn't address or see this. to him, it's just a regular report. 2 Good, good. Now I need you to anonymize the Richardson account. A For the fi- 2 Yeah yeah, and don't do is ALAP this time, 9. There's three more reports to do before the end of the week. 2 leaves and A sighs, looking defeated as he slumps in his chair. CUT TO THE PARK EXT. PARK BENCH - MID DAY. Open to a straightforward shot of A sitting on a bench, looking down at a sketchbook, drawing inside. We change to a shot over his shoulder from behind, looking at his sketch and showing the viewer it's of a tree and a man hanging from it. A then looks to his right as he hears the sound of a couple playing in the park. He turns the page on his sketchbook without looking. CUT TO A'S ROOM INT. A'S ROOM, DECORATED. We open on a shot of A from his left side sitting on his bed, watching fight club. He's dressed down, wearing jeans and a T-shirt. The room is decorated with various paintings and random clutter. There's a nightstand on the left side of the bed and a chair off in the corner. A hears a sound and looks behind him, toward his door off screen. He gets up to investigate and leaves the room. You can hear a scuffle in the next room, getting louder as fight club still plays in the background. The sounds stop and A walks back into his room, visibly beat up but has on a blank expression. He sits on the right side of his bed, and pulls out his phone to call 911. CUT TO THE OFFICE INT. OFFICE CUBICLE A walks into O's cubicle, carrying a stack of papers. The cubicle is decorated with various motivational posters, some lighthearted meams, and various family pictures. A is dressed in his office cloths and has a new cut on his jaw. His hair hasn't been combed. O is wearing a nice dress. She has on thick, red lipstick and has her blond hair in a ponytail. O is just getting off the phone as A enters. He looks obviously nervous as he starts to speak with her. A Hey, uh, 1. I got those files you asked for. O Oh, thank you, 9! You're a lifesaver! The way her voice sounds is overexagerated, and fake. The moment she takes the papers, she turns away back to her desk. completely ignoring A, who is still standing there.He looks at her a moment then turns to leave but turns back at O again, taking in a deep breath. A Hey, so, O, I was thinking. um, maybe you and me could uh... Go get coffee sometime, or, something? O looks at him over her shoulder, a bit surprised he asked. O Um, sure. I guess. A R-Really? Great great! I know just the place! CUT TO THE CAFE INT. CAFE CORNER A is sitting at a circular table across from an empty chair. He's drinking a coffee, staring off into space. He's dressed nicely, wearing an open, green, buton up shirt with a band T under it. He looks around the cafe for a few moments then into his cup. He briefly checks his phine and sighs, dropping his head. CUT TO HIS ROOM INT. A'S ROOM, DECORATED. We see the siloutte of A having extremely aggressive sex with C, acompanied by the sound of grunts and moans while the bedsprings creek. After a few seconds, they finish and slow down, rolling of C and breathing heavy as he lays in bed. The shot changes to an top down view of the two laying there. A is shirtless, blanket covering his lower half, hair messy. C, nude but covered by the blanket has dark, long hair, messed and spread on the bed. C gets up and begins to dress. A turns his head to her. A You don't have to go right away. C You only paid for an hour, you're already over that. A sighs and waves her off. CUT TO PARK EXT. PARK BENCH - MID DAY. A is sketching again. He looks very focused on it as the camera zooms in onto his face. He gets splashed by a biker as he goes through a puddle. mud and water cover his sketchbook, ruing his drawing. He sets the sketchbook down on the bench with an annoyed look then places his face in his hands. CUT TO A'S ROOM INT. A'S ROOM, DECORATED. A is on his laptop, sitting on his bed. He's only wearing boxers. He hears his door being kicked open and runs to confront who it is. He's hit back onto his bed before he makes it out the door and two men walk in. One is wearing sunglass, and looks like he's of cuban desent. The other is whereing a bandana over his mouth and a snapback. The men look down at A for a few seconds, A attempting to say something before they start beating him. punches and kicks. during the attack, A looks up and sees the men as O and 2. When the attack is over, the men start walking out. MAN Next time, pay up. The men leave. A lies on the floor, groning. CUT TO OFFICE INT. OFFICE CUBICLE A is sitting at his desk, staring at his computer screen. He's visibly injured. a black eye and cuts on his face. He's wearing his usual office attire, but it's all rough and wrinkled. His hair is uncombed. He sits silently as the background noise of the office carries on. 2 Comes up to him casually talking while looking at his clipboard. 2 Hey, i'm gunna need you to- 2 lowers his clipboard to look at A and pauses in his sentence. 2 Whoa, 9, what happened to you. A Uh, i uh jus- 2 Cause seriously, you look like s**t. A Biking accident. 2 Hu, ok, uh. Is the Richardson report done? A nods and hands him and gets the papers from his desk then hands them to 2. 2 looks them over and every page is blank. the character does not see this. 2 nods to A and walks off. Moments later, O comes up to A carrying a stack of papers. O Hey 9, Could you be a dear and collate these for me? Thanks! She walks off without waiting for an answer. A looks at the papers without expression, then to the ground. CUT TO PARK EXT. PARK BENCH - MID DAY. A sits on his usual bench, staring off into spcae. He takes a drag from a ciggarette, then a drink from a flask. He looks to be on the verge of tears. CUT TO A'S ROOM INT. A'S ROOM, WHITE VERSION. A is sitting on his bed. Room completely blank and undecorated. A is in his work cloths. His shirt is half unbuttoned and untucked, his sleeves are rolled up and his tie is lying behind him. He turns his head to look right and reaches under his pillow to pull out a pistol. He holds it in both hands, looking it over before he raises it and places it into his mouth. We zoom in on his face as he stares into the camera and his breathing gradually gets heavier and faster until all we see is his eyes and he takes one deep breath and closes his eyes tight. CUT TO BLACK *The End* © 2016 The Poet of Black Wings |
StatsAuthorThe Poet of Black WingsAbouti hope my poems, among other writings, will speak for me. Edit - Full disclosure, if you ask me to read something, I will, and I'll be brutally honest about what I think about it. So, be ready for .. more..Writing
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