scratchyr
Wednesday 20th January 2010 12:07am
southend on sea
1,518 posts
I have re-written this from a slightly different angle. I've tried to take into account all the comments about lack of Characterisation, jokes, and brevity.
Any thoughts welcome.
INT. A SHED. NOAH IS HAMMERING PIECES OF WOOD TOGETHER.
HIS WIFE ENTERS CARRYING A CUP AND SAUCER.
WIFE:
I brought you a cuppa pet.
NOAH.
Ahh thanks love.
WIFE.
This looks complicated. You sure you're up to it?
NOAH:
Yeah. Build a boat, fill with animals. Bang. Done. No biggy.
HIS WIFE STUDIES THE PLANS AND NOTES LAYED OUT ON A BENCH
WIFE:
Did you see the bit about including all the plants and trees?
NOAH STOPS HAMMERING AND LOOKS AT THE PAPERS WITH SUPPRESSED CONCERN.
NOAH:
Yep yep, all under control.
HE SLAPS THE WOOD CONFIDENTLY.
NOAH ( CONT )
Got one kind already.
HIS WIFE LOOKS AT THE BOAT NOAH IS MAKING. IT IS THE SIZE OF A SHOE BOX.
WIFE:
It looks a little small. You did convert it into Cubits?
NOAH:
Who's the chosen one round here? You?
WIFE:
Well I was ju...
NOAH:
Exactly.
WIFE:
Why don't I ask the boys to help you chop down some more trees. Just to be on the safe side.
NOAH:
If it means I'll get some peace, be my guest.
WIFE:
It would make feel better but I suppose you know what you're doing. You've made a boat before.
NOAH LOOKS SHEEPISH.
WIFE: (CONT)
You have made a boat before right? Noah?
NOAH IGNORES HER AND GETS BACK TO WORK. HIS WIFE EXITS THE SHED. NOAH LOOKS FROM THE BLUEPRINTS TO HIS BOAT AND BACK AGAIN. HE MOVES ONE BEAD ON AN ABACUS. HIS EXPRESSION TURNS TO ONE OF REALISATION.
CUT TO.
NOAH AND HIS SONS CHOPPING AT A TREE WITH A SMALL AXES. IT BEGINS TO RAIN.
THEY DESPERATELY BEGIN TO CHOP QUICKLY.
END.