I wrote a short screenplay a couple of months ago. Although I’d tried my hand at a 2-page screenplay before, this was the first time I’d completed anything over the 2-page mark. It was written in a hurry in order to submit it to a local ‘competition’. I was alerted to the competition by a director friend a week before submissions were due. This was the result of a frenzied attemtp to write something (anything!) to submit. Faithful followers of my blog will recognize the characters 😉
Because I’ve heard nothing back from the competition, I’m going to assume that it went nowhere. So I now feel comfortable posting the script for you to read. Comments and criticism are most welcome. I apologize for incorrect formatting in the transition from screenplay software to WordPress.
INT. MR. SHIKONGO’S BEDROOM – DAY
MR. SHIKONGO (60’s), a thin old African gentleman, sits on his bed and gazes out the window. It is sunny outside. Some of the other folk of the old age home pace the length of the lawn or sit on benches chatting to one another. Mr. Shikongo is delighted and transfixed, as if it is the first time he has watched the scene.
EXT. SIDEWALK – DAY
JOHANNES (late 30’s) is only metres away from the entrance to his workplace at the old age home. He is obese and unfit, and so sweats heavily from walking.
NICK (50’s), wearing a black top hat, a long tail coat and a handwritten sign strung around his neck that says THE END IS NIGH!, leaps in front of Johannes, blocking the way to the old age home.
You, sir. Are you alone in this world? Are you tired of not making a difference? Do you want to change?
Johannes looks at Nick who offers him a flyer, but does not take it.
Are you saying that because I’m fat? Are you bullying me?
I can see it in you. The loneliness. The sadness. The desire. Am I right? I am, aren’t I?
Johannes looks at the ground, shakes his head and tries to walk away, but Nick blocks him, waving the flyer frantically in the air.
You can’t run away from it. You must confront it. Overcome it. You are chosen.
Johannes extends a cautious hand to take the flyer and his finger bumps up against Nick’s. The two men lock eyes for a moment; an unspoken recognition. Nick nods to Johannes as he leaves.
INT. LOCKER ROOM – DAY
MAGGIE (20) tugs the bottom of her tank top. It barely covers her solar plexus. Her brown skin is covered in a light sheen of sweat. Her top is royal blue with her name printed in pink cursive letters on it. She wears red hotpants.
The door to the locker room clangs open. DON (50’s) sneaks his head around the corner. He wears his cap backwards and masses of jewellery hang from his neck.
Hey, babe. Two minutes, okay?
Maggie controls her breathing.
She completes her warm-up routine with a couple of slow stretches.
She glances at the clock, then sits down on the nearest bench and shuts her eyes.
EXT. SIDEWALK – DAY
JOHANNES and ERNEST (30’s), another orderly in a white coat, each take one of MR. SHIKONGO’S arms and lead him to the entrance of the old age home.
Come inside, Mr. Shikongo.
A RECEPTIONIST (20’s) wearing too much lipstick smiles from behind the reception desk as the trio enter.
Mr. Shikongo, you naughty boy. Find any lovely young ladies out there today?
I… I… don’t remember.
The escorts help Mr. Shikongo down a corridor. He wears pyjamas and slippers. He is disoriented.
MR. SHIKONGO (CONT’D)
I need to piss.
They walk to the men’s bathroom.
Gimme five minutes.
You gonna be okay on your own?
INT. LOCKER ROOM – DAY
DON’S hand comes to rest on MAGGIE’S shoulder with a clink from all the jewellery around his wrist.
Startled, she opens her eyes – it takes a moment for her to readjust to the locker room.
Bad news. Evelynn ain’t making it. That gig a couple days ago left her more messed up than she thought. She needs rest. Good news is there’s some young guy available. They’ll double the dough if he don’t put gloves on.
Maggie rocks back and forth while she examines her calloused knuckles.
Think I can take him?
I think you can take him. They expect you can’t. That’s why the fee doubled. They figure it’ll be your last fight.
I’ll do it.
That’s my girl.
Don pats her back and leaves the locker room. Maggie remains seated and shuts her eyes again.