Napkin Writings
The other night, systemchalk gave both fatebound and I a challenge: Write a screenplay on a napkin whilst at the evil denny's. This challenge was met. I submit now, said (untitled) script :
INT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT
Rain pours down the window in sheets, obscuring our ability to see through it. We can make out a FIGURE on the outside, though it goes unnoticed by CLAIRE and SEAN, who are sitting at the table.
Neither of them are looking at eachother. Instead, Sean gazes into his coffee mug, while Claire's faint smile looks to the rest of the restaurant.
Sean, shaking, rips open a packet of sugar, pours it into his coffee, then adds the used package to a frighteningly large pile.
Claire slowly takes a slip of her glass of water.
SEAN:
"Please, Claire. I need it."
CLAIRE:
"You need nothing."
SEAN:
"I need you."
Claire sighs and drags her fingers through her hair.
SEAN:
"I got something for you."
Claire raises her eyebrows.
Sean shakes as he pulls out a small ornate box and places it in the middle of the table.
CLAIRE:
"It's a box."
SEAN:
"No! Inside the box!"
Claire looks at sean for a moment, raising her brow and revealing the faintest snear. She sighs and reaches for the box.
SEAN:
"no no no."
Claire stops, her hands halfway to the box.
Sean displays a small smile, as his eyes grow wide.
SEAN:
"Go slowly. It's delicate..."
Claire looks at Sean for a second, then nods before very slowly bringing the box across the table to her. She looks back up to Sean.
Sean smiles widely and nods.
Claire starts to examine the box, her eyes wide.
CLAIRE:
"It's pretty..."
Sean's movements are rigid as he speaks.
SEAN:
"Yes. I bought it for you. The man at the store said it would help you. I figured it would help with..."
Sean shifts his weight and looks back into his cup.
SEAN:
"... With getting you out."
Claire rolls her eyes and opens the box. Claire's eyes widen along with her mouth as she quickly and forcefully closes the box.
Nervous, Claire collects her things. Sean's brow has furrowed in confusion.
CLAIRE:
"I gotta go..."
SEAN:
"But, Claire, I..."
Claire stands and picks up the box. She quickly turns to leave, and stops for a moment to look Sean in the eye, as her brow loosens for a second from the concern which had been across her face.
CLAIRE:
"I'm sorry, Sean..."
Sean stands and reaches out to prevent Claie from leaving, but she walks away. Sean stands there, watching her leave for a moment before slowly slumping his shoulders and sitting back down.
With great speed, Sean drinks and stirs his coffe. He adds even more sugar and continually runs his hands through his hair. The Figure in the window walks off.
A SMOKING MAN approaches the table and looks at Sean without movement.
Sean brings his hands to his face and starts to cry.
SEAN:
"I love you, Claire..."
The Smoking Man raises a PISTOL from his pocket and points it at Sean.
SMOKING MAN:
"Sean?"
Sean raises his head from his hands and immediately yells.
SEAN:
"WHAT?!"
The Smoking Man shoots Sean. Sean flies backwards, and is obviously dead.
The Smoking Man places his pistol in his pocket, turns, and leaves.
-fin-
INT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT
Rain pours down the window in sheets, obscuring our ability to see through it. We can make out a FIGURE on the outside, though it goes unnoticed by CLAIRE and SEAN, who are sitting at the table.
Neither of them are looking at eachother. Instead, Sean gazes into his coffee mug, while Claire's faint smile looks to the rest of the restaurant.
Sean, shaking, rips open a packet of sugar, pours it into his coffee, then adds the used package to a frighteningly large pile.
Claire slowly takes a slip of her glass of water.
SEAN:
"Please, Claire. I need it."
CLAIRE:
"You need nothing."
SEAN:
"I need you."
Claire sighs and drags her fingers through her hair.
SEAN:
"I got something for you."
Claire raises her eyebrows.
Sean shakes as he pulls out a small ornate box and places it in the middle of the table.
CLAIRE:
"It's a box."
SEAN:
"No! Inside the box!"
Claire looks at sean for a moment, raising her brow and revealing the faintest snear. She sighs and reaches for the box.
SEAN:
"no no no."
Claire stops, her hands halfway to the box.
Sean displays a small smile, as his eyes grow wide.
SEAN:
"Go slowly. It's delicate..."
Claire looks at Sean for a second, then nods before very slowly bringing the box across the table to her. She looks back up to Sean.
Sean smiles widely and nods.
Claire starts to examine the box, her eyes wide.
CLAIRE:
"It's pretty..."
Sean's movements are rigid as he speaks.
SEAN:
"Yes. I bought it for you. The man at the store said it would help you. I figured it would help with..."
Sean shifts his weight and looks back into his cup.
SEAN:
"... With getting you out."
Claire rolls her eyes and opens the box. Claire's eyes widen along with her mouth as she quickly and forcefully closes the box.
Nervous, Claire collects her things. Sean's brow has furrowed in confusion.
CLAIRE:
"I gotta go..."
SEAN:
"But, Claire, I..."
Claire stands and picks up the box. She quickly turns to leave, and stops for a moment to look Sean in the eye, as her brow loosens for a second from the concern which had been across her face.
CLAIRE:
"I'm sorry, Sean..."
Sean stands and reaches out to prevent Claie from leaving, but she walks away. Sean stands there, watching her leave for a moment before slowly slumping his shoulders and sitting back down.
With great speed, Sean drinks and stirs his coffe. He adds even more sugar and continually runs his hands through his hair. The Figure in the window walks off.
A SMOKING MAN approaches the table and looks at Sean without movement.
Sean brings his hands to his face and starts to cry.
SEAN:
"I love you, Claire..."
The Smoking Man raises a PISTOL from his pocket and points it at Sean.
SMOKING MAN:
"Sean?"
Sean raises his head from his hands and immediately yells.
SEAN:
"WHAT?!"
The Smoking Man shoots Sean. Sean flies backwards, and is obviously dead.
The Smoking Man places his pistol in his pocket, turns, and leaves.
-fin-