my movie script
untitled
T. S. Kerrick
A STORY ABOUT FEELINGS, FRIENDSHIP, LOVE, CURIOSITY, AND INDEPENDENCE.
OPENING CREDITS
“Rescue me” by Zebrahead plays and we slowly fade into what will set the tone for the entire story.
[SCENE ONE]
OPENING CREDITS
A young man (17/18 Years old) reaches over to turn off his alarm clock. In doing so he knocks it over and his blanket falls off of him showing the audience that he spent the last night sleeping in his pants. We pan out and see the walls of his room are covered with punk posters and indie cult classic film promo’s. He rolls over and sits up, stretches his arms and yawns, stands up, scratches his stomach and walks into the a near by bath room.
[FADE TO]
A 2ND BED ROOM, THIS ROOM IS DARK WITH ONLY A LITTLE BIT OF LIGHT CRACKING IT’S SELF TROUGH THE HOLES IN THE BLACK CURTAINS. WE PAN OVER AND NOTICE HIS ALARM CLOCK IS BLINKING 12:00. THE BED ROOM DOOR OPENS AND IN WALKS IN A WOMAN IN HER LATE 30’S EARLY 40’S DRESSED AND READY TO GO TO WORK. SHE IS OBVIOUSLY VERY WHITE COLLAR.
CORPORATE MOM
Get up, it’s seven o’clock and your still in bed, you still have school young man. [She opens the curtains and the whole room lights up.] There, see, it’s a beautiful day out, no reason to be mopey there MR.... Man. [She walks out but leaves the door open....only to walk back in a moment later.] And you WILL clean up this room before I come home tonight. [Walks out again...only to walk back in again.] And do me a favor, cook dinner for your brother tonight. I’ve got a meeting so I’m gonna be late.
2nd kid sits up and is only wearing boxers. He too walks into the near by bathroom.
[FADE TO]
A THIRD BED ROOM. THIS BEDROOM IS MESSY. CLOTHING IS SCATTERED EVERYWHERE, VINAL RECORDS ARE LAYING ALL OVER THE PLACE, SPRAY PAINTED ABOVE THE BED IS A BLACK FLAG, AND STRIKE ANYWHERE LOGO. SOCIAL DISTORTION IS PLAYING ON TV. THE CAMERA PANS OVER TO THE BED AND WE SEE THE BLANKET MOVE. A RATTY BUNCH OF DYED BLACK HAIR IS SLIGHTLY PROTRUDING FROM UNDERNEATH. THERE’S A KNOCK AT THE DOOR. A FEW SECONDS GO BY AND IN WALKS A 3RD GUY.
TRAVIS
Dude, get up man. We’re gonna be late again.
The boy under the bed slides his blanket on the ground and sits up. He’s got a few tattoo’s and his pants, socks, and shoes on. He stands up, looks around, picks up a shirt next to him and puts it on. The two kids walk out of the room together. The door shuts and the camera focus on a poster on the door for the band “MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE”.
[FADE TO A SUBURBAN STREET ANYWHERE, USA]
[SCENE TWO] WIDE SHOT
The camera pans out and semi downwards as if looking from the sky. We see 3 houses in a row. On about the same time 3 fronts doors open. Out walk 4 young males. The same 4 young males from the opening scene. The each step out on to there respective front porches and give each other “the nod”. They begin to walk towards the side walk in front of there houses when suddenly... a large yellow school bus filled with assorted teens all talking loudly and inaudible zooms by.
[CUT TO: Travis (close up facial shot)]
TRAVIS
SHIT!
The four boys take off after the bus.
[CUT TO: THE BUS CAMERA IS POSITIONED INSIDE THE BUS IN THE ISLE MID LENGTH, VIEWING OUT THE BACK WINDOW]
THE FOUR BOYS ARE SEEN RUNNING BEHIND THE BUS TRYING TO SIGNAL TO SOMEONE TO STOP THE BUS. 5 FOOTBALL JOCKS ARE SITING IN THE BACK 2 SEATS AND ONE BY HIMSELF IN THE 2ND TO LAST SEAT. ONE OF THEM TAPS THE OTHERS ON THE SHOULDERS AND POINTS OUT THE BACK WINDOW.
JEFF
Look, those fucking losers missed the bus again. (He points, then flips the 4 runners off)
JOCK 2
Ha ha ha, losers.
JEFF
No, those 4 are way beyond losers. There like, social vomit.
JOCK 2
Fuck em, not like there my friends any ways.
JEFF
Thank god for that.
They turn back around go about talking about football and assorted jock things. The bus picks up speed and leaves our 4 heros in it’s exhaust trails, they cough and slow down eventually coming to a stop in the middle of the street.
DREW
Fuck man, were gonna be late again.
TRAVIS
Lights a cigarette. That’s what I said this morning. Hits mike playfully.
MIKE
Fuck off T, I was tired. I didn’t even shower this morning.
TRAVIS
No shit.
MIKE
Fuck off. Walks away (still in the middle of the street)...he turns around. You guys coming or what?
LENT
Yeah, hang on. Let me light one and we’ll go. Not like we got shit else going on today. He lights a cig and they all walk down the road to school.
MIKE
Do we ever?
LENT
I gotta cook for my brother again tonight. Other than that I got shit.
TRAVIS
We can get another game of D&D going?
LENT
Nah, we did that last night. Lets go into town or something, go bomb the mall.
TRAVIS
You mean go talk to that girl you like so much from that poser store?
MIKE
You mean go stand around and stare at but not talk that girl that works at that poser store in the mall?
DREW
You mean go stand upstairs and work up the courage to stand around and stare at the girl who works at the poser store in the mall?
LENT
(laughingly) You know what, fuck all of you.
[CAMERA PANS OVER AND RETURNS TO SHOW THE OBVIOUS SPANNING OF TIME...A CHEESY CAMERA TRICK I KNOW, BUT FUCK YOU IT’S MY 1ST FILM. THE 4 BOYS ARE NOW IN FRONT OF THERE HIGH SCHOOL]
[SCENE THREE]
HISTORY CLASS 1ST PERIOD AM (CLASS STARTS AT 830).
The students of American History are all seated in a class room (Go figure). Each section is very heavily segregated, the jocks and cheer leaders are together, the nerds, the stoners, the hip hopers, and of course 2 of our 4 young punk/ emo kids (Lent and Travis). The teacher is standing in front of the class giving a lecture, no one but the nerds are paying attention.
MR.. WELLS
...now, if we turn to page 245. We’ll find a pie chart showing the accomplishments of the US Armed Forces during the 1st World War. Why they chose a pie chart as example...we’ll never now (he chuckles....no One else does)(he then coughs) Now, why do you think the US was so effective during the 1st World War. (he points to a random student) MR.... Redson? Any idea?
REDSON
Uhh...no?
MR.. WELLS
Care to take a crack at it?
REDSON
No, not really.
(the whole class laughs)
MR.. WELLS
Quite down people, don’t encourage him. You know as mindless as this may seam you do need to know this.
SAM
Why?
MR.. WELLS
(he turns to look at her) Excuse me?
SAM
Why does any of this matter? Who the hell is gonna hire me because I know how we did in WWI?
MR.. WELLS
Well Sam, umm. Uhh, well..
LENT
Look, he’s trying to teach you about your nations history so that one day when it’s your turn to step up to the plate you’ll already know what worked and didn’t so you don’t make the same mistakes from the past. And that hopefully you’ll be able to form a better idea of what will actually work. OK? So please, shut up and let him ramble so we can all go home and just read it in the book.
MR.. WELLS
Thank you Lent, that was a very good response. I was going to say because book work is 4% of your grade, but your answer will most certainly suffice.
TRAVIS
Do you sit at home and rehearse those bull shit responses when were not around?
LENT
All improv baby.
TRAVIS
You are such a fucking loser, it both saddens and sickens me.
LENT
Eh, go write a dashboard album ya whiney fuck.
(THE BELL RINGS AND EVERYONE GETS UP AND HEADS FOR THE DOOR)
Well man, see ya in gym.
TRAVIS
Yeah, I gotta get to Stacy's locker before she does. Otherwise I gotta listen to her bitch. Take it easy Len. (he leaves)
[CUT TO]
THE SAME CLASSROOM ONLY FROM THE HALLWAY CAMERA FOCUSING ON THE DOOR. TRAVIS WALKS OUT AND THE CAMERA FOLLOWS HIM AS HE MAKES HIS WAY TO HIS GF'S LOCKER. HE’S WEAVING IN AND OUT OF EACH CROWD WALKING AS FAST AS HE CAN AS HE’S IGNORED, TAUNTED, AND SHOVED EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE BY WHAT EVER JOCK HE PASSES BY.