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"Falling Fair" Script
need help with dialog of Addict which will happen when I find an actor and expansion of settings throughout day
Hands on head/camera behind/stacking of machined cigarettes in bag
Still hands are the devils playground, strange thing a Native American Christian told me that
Machines one more
I've been waiting for something but about this character I'm playing, there's not much differentiating between. But I will tell you that neither of us like names, even the word name is stupid, part of the condition of this life, now mane, that's a name, you can't see a lions mane but you can hear his roar. People lack the state to see those are convictions, a way to get what he chooses in his domain. I like to imagine Safari goers laughing in joy at his roar and seconds later screaming from his rush. It gives me great solace, little imaginary contradictions.
New car but looks old: walking to and drive camera from behind facing passenger seat.
Dealer Monologue-while shooting car leaving garage
Ma just threw me the keys to the tired Forester, guess she'was tired of losing ha keys.
Its a great car especially for my line given the Penn State sticker.
A sign of legacy.
Communication artists in the sense of Bruce Lee with Rabies, that's my family in a nutshell.
PARTY FULL OF PEOPLE
Dealer Monologue looking for Addict
I met this animal last night, a thing with numbers on a screen that stomps on thin ice, I decided to push the limit to get information I find valuable.
Addict follows Dealer to car after head nod across party.talking while walking outside.
Addict: "What's good man"
Dealer: "Not much"
Addict: "How much you got?"
Dealer: "How much you need?"
Shows and hands money.
Addict: "Fucked and ditched on this girl."
Dealer: "What was her name?"
Addict: "Cinderella for all I give a shit, decent fuck though."
Dealer: " I fucked a 14 year old and got 3 years in an asylum now they give me some pills"
Cutting Pills and smoking them.
Lie, I sprayed some brats bed with a fire extinguisher out of boredom at my first college, boredom will do that to a bed, got 6 days in solitary for breaking and entering. It was like that movie with the machine that makes the insane sane and the sane insane, I'd like to tell you it worked the first time but I fled from the dinky campus police when I wasn't allowed back...
Addict: "I feel you, you gotta get it how you get it, what pills you get?"
I feel weightless for a few seconds and don't think it but feel that I won't stand for him standing that. I knew he heard of me, my nickname, reputable, but I had a untraceable number and fake friends
Coldness from both mostly from Addict.
DRIVING TO DOC
Ma Job, wish I had one, nice white collar criminal stead of selling blue falling pillars. That's what I call em, 'cuz ya can't escape from em, it's no addiction, its more like a self destruct button
Trade off money for prescription with Doc, as leaving...
Dealer: "Why do you ask the questions you know the answers to?"
Doc's hands on rails of train station after Dealer coming back
Doc: "You got gifts people would kill for son"
Dealer: "Maybe that's the problem, they kill for other things... If one life can put a fork in the road and the world sees the world. Well I feel it my duty, I can't explain a feeling."
Doc: "I know"
Dealer: "Ya can't be wrong if you don't bother to rationalize it."
Dealer watches the train that goes by intensely
Dealer: "All I know is I ain't dying today, others will die and others born, but I don't see the difference between the two, that's all I know"
Offer cigarette, Doc takes.
Dealer Monologue on drive back
I knew this Psychiatrist for awhile now, a preterest who gives logic and correlation even to the testaments, could fill a hard drive with what he knows.
Doc: "I like to think I'll understand you one day..."
Dealer: "We'll see tonight Doc, we'll both see"
CAR, ADDICT RACES IN TO MIDDLE OF ABANDONED ROAD AND JUMPS IN CAR, VERY CAUTIOUSLY SINCE THERE WAS NO TRAFFIC
Addict: "I need to escape like right now."
Dealer: "Escape from what, you have enemies?"
You are THE enemy.
Addict: "You hear me."
There is no difference between hearing and listening to him, but I', hearing him as a gag reflex in front of me on a roller coaster. This kids on the honor roll up at Penn and he think I don't know he's been stealing from me, I know the youth he laughs with other entitled smart-alecs.
Addict: "You know you seem out of it"
Dealer: "Just reflecting"
What I see.
Addict: "So you pulling in the bills son"
Dealer: "' Bout a thousand a week."
Dealer: "Not enough though."
Dealer: "My mother just took out a 3rd mortgages, shes 61 now"
Addict talking about his grand situation in background
Little remorse, I'm out of it again, his words only have value to the cup overfilled people, I wonder what it feels like to have completely no remorse, my mother used to tell I had this but she also said I changed, I got a test comin' up, I feel it.
Chain smoking and offers cigarette addict declines.
Addict: "Not a smoke, I want what you have."
Dealer: "Vice Versa."
My voice carries but I didn't have the sense to judge his choice
Addict takes pill on car door. O.D.'s: light squeel slowly falls, vomits lightly and intermittently.
I'm basking right now, I feel human, in touch with my surroundings, I'd like to say they're all in touch.
Puts pennies on eyes cleans mouth and put lit cigarette in mouth.
Opportunity of a graceful life don't come to all, but out of the kindness of my heart I gave his family a opportunity for my vision, perhaps mysterious perhaps vile, but a vision nonetheless.
Drives away and changes license plate and throws out phone.
I hate wasting but busy hands are happy hands, ya know now that I think about it I like names, I'd like friends to call me Ponyboy, born in the year of the horse, makes sense don't it. From a book I recall forgot what it was about but I like whats behind the name, the simple inexplicable and innocent nature of it... Ponyboy.
DRIVE BACK HOME
Finds addict's Gold Rat Key chain on seat.
Payment of a sort... Now about God and judgement, not much comes to mind presently. Only if I was a gambling man and I had 50,000$ I think I'd put a penny on his non-existence.
Expensive car T bones racing, walk out with whiplash and start laughing when i see alcohol.
Maybe two... I think I'll call this memory Evidence.
Walks home and catches mail man to the door and gives a generous smile picks up box then goes to bedroom to find his self published books in the box.
Validation. Low and behold they say. Not a clue what that means, felt it appropriate.
I like to think about Jesus coming back, lots a folk been making up things about him from the get co, its why I didn't stay in the church. I make my own connection, to one of my old English teachers, a passive intellect who used to spar with Bruce Lee.
I like to dwell in my thought that we might share a moment together, laughing or crying at the current situation. I'd let him pick, but all I would ask of him would be a handshake.
I don't know why I assume I'll be granted the opportunity to meet another person like minded to Doc but I'd like to forewarn them that there's a thousand to one I'll speak my mind, vice versa for my heart."
Throws out collected cigarette butts.