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.
FADE IN:
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.
HOLLY
Punk.
MICHAEL
No. Punk rock.
HOLLY
Punk rock?
MICHAEL
No, no. Punk rock.
HOLLY
I don’t understand is there a
difference?
MICHAEL
Yes, of course there’s a
difference. It’s kind of like
when the both of us listen to
Marvin Gaye...
HOLLY
When do we listen to Marvin
Gaye?
MICHAEL
You know, we listen to Marvin
Gaye when making love.
HOLLY
We make love?
Holly laughs, then pauses. Michael looks annoyed.
MICHAEL
I... Jesus... Shut up. Look,
what I’m trying to say, you
know... suggest is... maybe we
should change our routine a
tiny bit.
Holly sits up, visibly taking in the idea. She says:
HOLLY
Okay. Here’s a deal... Instead of
listening to punk rock, why don’t
we listen to punk rock?
MICHAEL
No, it just doesn’t work.
(explaining)
Like I said, we listen to punk
rock.
HOLLY
I’m sorry Michael, but I just
don’t get what you’re implying.
Michael goes to open his mouth, then:
CLAIRE (O.S.)
Jesus Christ! Can you guys just
stop? Perlease.
MICHAEL
What?
The camera pulls back, revealing Claire, lying on the bed between Holly and Michael. She is obviously tired of their constant banter.
CLAIRE
(sits up)
Oh, come on. Do yourselves a
favour... Hell, do all of us a
favour and just end it.
(pause)
Oh, and it’s punk rock.
MICHAEL
Err, no. It’s punk rock.
CLAIRE
Whatever.
Silence. Michael sighs. Holly looks to him with her gentle eyes. She says:
HOLLY
(sincerely)
Look, Michael. It might be for
the best, you know.
(then)
She... I just... We’ve had some
great times together. Perhaps
it’s just better stop before it
gets worse. Okay?
MICHAEL
Yeah.
(pause)
Can I get angry now?
HOLLY
I guess.
CUT TO:
Time cut. Michael wears a pair of goggles. Holly, arms folded, holds a cigarette lighter.
MICHAEL
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
Rain.”
HOLLY
Yeah.
MICHAEL
(hesitates)
You know, we don’t have to do
this. Right?
HOLLY
Michael.
MICHAEL
Okay.
(pause)
Err. Ready?
Holly nods sincerely. Michael grabs his cricket bat.