Pickled Dates (movie script) *Part 1 of 8*
Well...this a movie script I wrote this year. The original idea came from me, Mike Ferry, and Jonathon Ponder, but I did add many new things and wrote the whole script by myself. I just figured I should give them a little credit. I hope you enjoy it. It's about 40 pages so I broke it up into 8 installments. Have fun...
P.S (INT means interior camera shot; EXT means external (outside) shot; CU and CLOSE means close up; MS means medium camera shot; WS implies wide shot... "dissolves" and "cut to's" just imply the change to a new scene in the movie...there may be some more things I missed...if you have questions just ask me.)
FADE IN:
INT: MESSY BEDROOM : EARLY MORNING
CLOSE ON ALARM CLOCK, it's going off and shows 7:00. A hand reaches and shuts it off.
CUT TO:
INT: SMALL KITCHEN: EARLY MORNING
We see NICK SMITH. He's 29, fairly tall, fairly good looking, has slight stubble, and is wearing only boxers and a white t-shirt. He takes two waffles out of a toaster and sprays a large pile of whip cream on top of them.
CUT TO:
INT: MESSY BEDROOM: MORNING
CLOSE ON ALARM CLOCK, it's going off once again and shows 7:30. A hand misses twice then shuts it off.
CUT TO:
INT: LIVING ROOM: MORNING
The room is well furnished for a single man. Nick's mom has provided the furniture for her jobless son.
Nick is sitting on a couch watching television.
NICK
(guffaws once)
That Imus.
CUT TO:
INT: MESSY BEDROOM: MORNING
CLOSE ON ALARM CLOCK, it's going off yet again, this time showing 8:00. A hand tries to shut it off, misses, then grabs the alarm clock and tosses it across the room. The cord follows.
CUT TO:
INT: BATHROOM: MORNING
CLOSE ON NICK, he's staring at himself in the mirror. He keeps staring at himself then closes one eye for awhile, then closes the other.
CUT TO:
INT: MESSY BEDROOM: MORNING
MS RIGHT ABOVE BED. ALBERT O'REILLY rises quickly into frame. He's 28, short, stocky, and balding. He's wearing only boxers.
ALBERT
Huh?! What time is it?!
He looks around for his alarm clock. He finds it, gets out of bed quickly, and rushes over to where it lies in the corner of the room on top of clothes, pop cans, dead goldfish, etc. He grabs it and plugs it back into the wall. It flashes 12:00.
ALBERT
Ahhhh!
He hurriedly puts on a one-piece clown costume, grabs his wig and nose and dashes out of the door.
CUT TO:
INT: MESSY LIVING ROOM: MORNING
Albert grabs a piece of food, passes quickly through the room and out the front door.
CUT TO:
INT: APARTMENT HALLWAY: MORNING
Albert rushes past Nick, who is sitting on a lawn chair outside his door reading the paper, and out of frame.
CLOSE ON NICK, he glances at Albert, looks at his watch, and quickly stands up, folds his chair, and walks into his apartment.
CUT TO:
INT: LIVING ROOM: MORNING
Nick runs over to his television and switches on a Nielsen's rating box. He then grabs a remote and turns to a specific channel before exiting the room.
NICK
There you go Nielsen. You know I always come through for you, buddy.
CUT TO:
EXT: SUBURBAN NEIGHBORHOOD: SUNNY DAY
Albert rides a rusty, old bike down the street in his clown costume. Sweat drips off his frustrated face as he pedals mercilessly. Pretty soon he reaches a house and pulls into the driveway. He trips as he hurriedly gets off his bike, then pulls himself up and races to the front door. He rings the doorbell, and the door is answered by a WOMAN of about 35.
WOMAN
Yes? Can I help you?
ALBERT
Uh, yeah...Ma'am. I'm the clown you ordered for your son's birthday party. Look, I'm really sorry I'm late. I had some trouble with...uh...with this nose here. It lost its honkiness and I had to go fix it...sorry.
WOMAN
My son’s birthday party isn’t until 11. Its only 9.
ALBERT
Oh...right...well good. I just came early to be prompt and ready for the kids-
WOMAN
But why are you here anyway? I left you a voicemail saying we had decided to go with the Egyptian Magician instead of Poncy the Clown. I hear he does a great mummified cat trick.
ALBERT
Ah... oh... I see. I guess my cell phone battery must have died. I can‘t find my charger…(pulls it out of pocket) Yeah, it did.
WOMAN
Well, at any rate, we’ll not be needing your services today, Mr. Poncy.
ALBERT
Its O’Reilly.
WOMAN
Pardon?
ALBERT
Poncy is just my clown name. My real name is Albert O’Reilly.
WOMAN
Oh. Right. Thanks anyway.
She closes the door practically in Albert’s face. Albert just stands and stares at the door for a few seconds.
DISSOLVE TO...
This ends Part 1... tune in next time for the 2nd part! Same Bat-time! Same Bat-channel!
© 2005 Steven Weir (All rights reserved)
P.S (INT means interior camera shot; EXT means external (outside) shot; CU and CLOSE means close up; MS means medium camera shot; WS implies wide shot... "dissolves" and "cut to's" just imply the change to a new scene in the movie...there may be some more things I missed...if you have questions just ask me.)
FADE IN:
INT: MESSY BEDROOM : EARLY MORNING
CLOSE ON ALARM CLOCK, it's going off and shows 7:00. A hand reaches and shuts it off.
CUT TO:
INT: SMALL KITCHEN: EARLY MORNING
We see NICK SMITH. He's 29, fairly tall, fairly good looking, has slight stubble, and is wearing only boxers and a white t-shirt. He takes two waffles out of a toaster and sprays a large pile of whip cream on top of them.
CUT TO:
INT: MESSY BEDROOM: MORNING
CLOSE ON ALARM CLOCK, it's going off once again and shows 7:30. A hand misses twice then shuts it off.
CUT TO:
INT: LIVING ROOM: MORNING
The room is well furnished for a single man. Nick's mom has provided the furniture for her jobless son.
Nick is sitting on a couch watching television.
NICK
(guffaws once)
That Imus.
CUT TO:
INT: MESSY BEDROOM: MORNING
CLOSE ON ALARM CLOCK, it's going off yet again, this time showing 8:00. A hand tries to shut it off, misses, then grabs the alarm clock and tosses it across the room. The cord follows.
CUT TO:
INT: BATHROOM: MORNING
CLOSE ON NICK, he's staring at himself in the mirror. He keeps staring at himself then closes one eye for awhile, then closes the other.
CUT TO:
INT: MESSY BEDROOM: MORNING
MS RIGHT ABOVE BED. ALBERT O'REILLY rises quickly into frame. He's 28, short, stocky, and balding. He's wearing only boxers.
ALBERT
Huh?! What time is it?!
He looks around for his alarm clock. He finds it, gets out of bed quickly, and rushes over to where it lies in the corner of the room on top of clothes, pop cans, dead goldfish, etc. He grabs it and plugs it back into the wall. It flashes 12:00.
ALBERT
Ahhhh!
He hurriedly puts on a one-piece clown costume, grabs his wig and nose and dashes out of the door.
CUT TO:
INT: MESSY LIVING ROOM: MORNING
Albert grabs a piece of food, passes quickly through the room and out the front door.
CUT TO:
INT: APARTMENT HALLWAY: MORNING
Albert rushes past Nick, who is sitting on a lawn chair outside his door reading the paper, and out of frame.
CLOSE ON NICK, he glances at Albert, looks at his watch, and quickly stands up, folds his chair, and walks into his apartment.
CUT TO:
INT: LIVING ROOM: MORNING
Nick runs over to his television and switches on a Nielsen's rating box. He then grabs a remote and turns to a specific channel before exiting the room.
NICK
There you go Nielsen. You know I always come through for you, buddy.
CUT TO:
EXT: SUBURBAN NEIGHBORHOOD: SUNNY DAY
Albert rides a rusty, old bike down the street in his clown costume. Sweat drips off his frustrated face as he pedals mercilessly. Pretty soon he reaches a house and pulls into the driveway. He trips as he hurriedly gets off his bike, then pulls himself up and races to the front door. He rings the doorbell, and the door is answered by a WOMAN of about 35.
WOMAN
Yes? Can I help you?
ALBERT
Uh, yeah...Ma'am. I'm the clown you ordered for your son's birthday party. Look, I'm really sorry I'm late. I had some trouble with...uh...with this nose here. It lost its honkiness and I had to go fix it...sorry.
WOMAN
My son’s birthday party isn’t until 11. Its only 9.
ALBERT
Oh...right...well good. I just came early to be prompt and ready for the kids-
WOMAN
But why are you here anyway? I left you a voicemail saying we had decided to go with the Egyptian Magician instead of Poncy the Clown. I hear he does a great mummified cat trick.
ALBERT
Ah... oh... I see. I guess my cell phone battery must have died. I can‘t find my charger…(pulls it out of pocket) Yeah, it did.
WOMAN
Well, at any rate, we’ll not be needing your services today, Mr. Poncy.
ALBERT
Its O’Reilly.
WOMAN
Pardon?
ALBERT
Poncy is just my clown name. My real name is Albert O’Reilly.
WOMAN
Oh. Right. Thanks anyway.
She closes the door practically in Albert’s face. Albert just stands and stares at the door for a few seconds.
DISSOLVE TO...
This ends Part 1... tune in next time for the 2nd part! Same Bat-time! Same Bat-channel!
© 2005 Steven Weir (All rights reserved)