Battle Against Waves

Battle Against Waves

A Screenplay by Jester_Salvador

Scene

Act 1

Ext �" Ocean - Afternoon

 

A wave crushes against a young man standing against the premeditated pattern of the sea. Fully clad in the latest designer clothes, his expressions conveys a greater need to combat against the seas intangible cold, blue, and frothing soldiers. Head butting the front lines, diving deeply into its belly and coming out the back, he screams at his victory.

 

Scene

Act 2

Ext - Primary School Yard �" Afternoon

 

Boy, Friend of Boy1&2

Fatty, Fatty, Fatty Fat, Fatty.

 

Three boys play a game of chase, their prey, a little girl. She runs as fast as her wobbling legs can take her. Tears rolling down her chubby cheeks, her tormentors reach in deeply to her figuratively oversized heart and yank on the chords. Strumming her pain with their fingers on a childish tune.

 

Boy

Let me tell you some phat news fatty.

 

 

The boys snicker at what’s about to come

 

Boy

You’re so fat that when you went to Jenny Craig they made a bazillion dollars.

 

Laughing at the up surge of tears formulating at the corner of the little girl’s eyes, they make a circle around her holding hands and sing “Fatty, Fatty, Fatty Fat, Fatty.”

 

Scene

Act 3

Ext �" Ocean - Afternoon

 

Pitting his man made rage against the primordial. He swings his fist at the barrage Poseidon, in Its pride, sends forth. Angered by this diminutive mortal audacity, Poseidon increases the strength and the ferocity of His warriors, but the man clings to his hatred of all things and pushes on.

 

Scene

Act 4

Ext �" High school class room �" Afternoon

 

The girl that everyone chased away with taunts, now chase her with playful harassment. Awe inspiring in her genuine seduction, its something about her that draws all the dicks her way. Sitting at the back of the class with his head phones in, listening to a fake rendition of the trials and tribulations of how “dey gots their bling bling”, he subconsciously stares at her. He looks across the crowded room and right before their eyes meet sunshine falls in between them and the bell rings. Marching his way through the wave of adolescences, he taps her on the shoulder.

 

Teenager

Hey don’t I know you from somewhere?

 

His earnest question, even to his ears, sounds like a cliché from the 1930’s when romanticism was getting milked for all its worth.

 

Teenage Girl

I just transferred here, but we used to go to primary school together.

 

Teenager

I still can’t place you…

 

Teenage Girl

Let me help you “Fatty, Fatty, Fatty Fat, Fatty.”

 

Teenager

Wait you can’t be…

 

Smiling at the disbelief and confusion squatting on his face, she walks away with a self satisfied smile.

 

Scene

Act 5

Ext �" Ocean - Afternoon

 

Slamming fists on the water, he jumps through the waves exulting in the pain. Feeling that his blows against the ocean are weaker then a fake oil spill, he takes off his sodden jacket and throws it away with impudence.

 

Scene

Act 6

Ext �" Train Station �" Sunset

 

Taking out his cigarettes ready to blow the day away with the smoke of ‘Weinfield’, he finds his bench already occupied. Sure the girl of his young ridicule doesn’t smoke, he sits on another bench a few meters away. Looking at the girl he finds himself without words, a rarer occurrence then dying by chipmunk.

 

Teenage Girl

What are you looking at?

 

Never one to shy away from a challenge he responds instantly without a thought.

 

Teenager

Mostly at you… but when I thought you would’ve noticed I looked at the wall a little.

 

Teenage Girl

Why are you looking at me?

 

Teenager

Honestly I wanted to talk to you but I’ve been having trouble finding my nuts. Oh wait here’s one.

 

Teenage Girl

You’re such a d********g

 

Teenager

Oh and here’s the other, I think there saying something.

 

He makes a self monologue

 

Teenager

“Are you ok B1” “I think I am B2”

 

Teenage Girl

“Ha Ha” Very funny.

 

She rolls her eyes at the crass joke.

 

Teenager

Hey I thought so.

 

Teenage Girl

Look, the only reason you’re talking to me now is because I don’t look like a biggest loser contestant.

 

Teenager

That’s not true, not about you looking like a biggest loser contestant, but the reason.

 

Teenage Girl

Whatever. I know all about you, and you’re reputation…

 

Teenage

I just wanted to talk to you but if you want to be a b***h about it!

 

Teenage Girl

I’m not going to take that from the school biggest sleeze.

 

Teenager

You really want to know why I wanted to talked to you? It’s because I guess you remind me of a time when I was innocently happy. I wanted to apologize and do something selfless. I liked my past, I have high hopes for the future but I don’t like what I’m seeing now.

 

Teenage Girl

That’s surprising sincere.

 

Teenager

It happens sometimes. I’m like a lucky dip you never know what you’re going to get before you put you’re hand in.

 

Teenage Girl

AHAHA Whatever, give me a smoke I’ve been craving for a while.

 

Scene

Act 7

Ext �" Ocean - Afternoon

 

The ocean finally breaks the insolent dam, and the man gets escorted back to the shallower end. Revolted at this set back, he takes off the t-shirt that has become cumbersome in this private war. He fires the t-shirt like a cannonball and falls to his knees at the recoil of emotion.

 

Scene

Act 8

 

A montage of their relationship plays every memory that seared his heart.

 

- Their first Date

 

- Sitting at her side on the train and slowly reaching for her hand.

 

- Losing himself to her guitar play.

 

- Laughing and fighting on the phone.

 

- Searching and finding forever in their starry eyes, they lay on the bed fully clothed on top of the sheet.

OR

- Watching her gentle snores, a big stupid grin controls his face. He stealthily moves her fringe, only for her to catch him out and restrain his movement by grasping his hand and resting her cheek on his palm.

 

 

 

-                             Woman

Why do you love me?

 

Man

I got it from you. You got under my skin, while you were overflowing in love and I was empty. You topped me off with a word and a laugh.

 

Woman

I love you.

 

Scene

Act 9

Ext �" Ocean - Afternoon

 

Running in a frenzy wanting to hurt anything, anyone, someone or himself, he stumbles trying to take of his pants to be free of inhibition. Running out of breath he takes his stand, an unmovable object staring down an unstoppable force.

 

Scene

Act 10

Int �" Apartment - Afternoon

 

His arms full of groceries he lightly bumps the door with his shoulder to get it opened. Grabbing the box of chocolates he quietly sneaks into his room. Seeing the door ajar he opens it oh so quietly. What he sees in the room terrifies and disgusts him. The strange beast with two back is grunting and grinding on the bed and his lady getting gored by its horn. The image of her being trampled before his very sight. He drops the box of chocolates and the grunting comes to a stop. Peeking through the sheet she screams.

 

Woman

Wait!

 

The man doesn’t hear it, all that’s going through his head is “fatty, fatty, fatty fat, fatty”. Running out the door he turns the engine on and rushes out.

 

Scene

Act 11

Ext �" Ocean - Afternoon

 

Completely naked, stripped of everything emotional or otherwise he thanks his worthy opponent. Almost in acquiescence the oceans calls back its soldiers, calm clear water flows around his body. Washed clean, absolved and resolved he looks on yonder.

 

© 2011 Jester_Salvador


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Jester_Salvador
trying my hand in short films

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Jester_Salvador

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