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The Silver Wedding - Short Film Script

Updated on August 8, 2016
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As a German-English screenwriter, filmmaker/director, photographer and illustrator I simply love everything creative.

The Silver Wedding

Introduction

The Silver Wedding is a short screenplay I wrote and in this draft it's a little drama. The feature version of this film will be more dramatic as you can guess by the end of this short.

As the writer and creator of this story it was fascinating how I could feel with both characters and like them both. It's strange when you can't decide who's the strong one or the better one. But read and judge yourself. I think this short could become a feature. Would you like to know if she pursues her idea? Your ideas would be very appreciated.

Some additional information: All copyrights are reserved at the Labour of Congress. The formatting of all screenplays I share on HubPages is unusual and given by the templates offered here. The standard would be a centered character's name and dialogue. I usually write all my screenplays in FD9 in the correct formatting.

So, in correct formatting it's a 10 pages script. The rule of thumb is: one page is one minute on screen. Hence, you are reading now a 10 minute short film. Have fun!

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The Screenplay

INT. - A SINGLE FAMILY HOUSE - MID OF THE NIGHT

A couple, both middle 50, is coming home. SHE looks tired, but happy and is smiling. HE looks tired and is very quiet, withdrawn into himself as if he had a problem. They pull out shoes and put away their stuff, walk into the kitchen where he takes place and drinks some water and takes a tablet.

She is running here and there to clean up some stuff.

He stands up and goes around to shut the outside blinds.

HE

I gotta go to bed now, I’m tired and have a terrible headache.


SHE

He he you drank to much with Gina and Tom. All right, I’ll do the rest down here and will come to bed in a few minutes. I just want to clean up a little and prepare the table for breakfast tomorrow morning.

HE (muttering when tiredly walking upstairs on his socks)

It IS already tomorrow morning.

INT. UPSTAIRS - BEDROOM - VIEW INTO THE BATHROOM

Upstairs he walks around, turns on the light, pulls out his socks, pulls the rest of clothes and puts it all into a box for dirty clothes. Then he steps naked through the bedroom, opens the window a little, clothes the curtains, goes into the bathroom, takes a shower and brushes his teeth.

INT. - WARDROBE IN BEDROOM

He opens the wardrobe. Everything is very cleaned up and sorted like in an Ikea commercial. He takes pajama pants and closes the doors of the wardrobe. When he pulls on his pyjama pants she comes upstairs, opens her shoulder long dark hair, ties it again for her shower and prepares herself for bed in the bathroom. He ignores her.

INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT

He slips under his blanket, takes a deep breath and relaxes a moment when lying on his back. A light besides his bed is on. He crosses his arms behind his head and stares to the ceiling. The bathroom door opens and she steps in.

SHE

What a lovely and nice evening this was, don’t you think? I completely admire how harmonic Robert and Anne are. Do you think that’s real or do they fake it?

She comes out only a towel around her body, opening her hair again.

HE (Rolling his eyes in a way she doesn’t see it)

Yes. Was nice and long.

SHE

Well, it was Robert and Anne's silver wedding. Can’t believe that it’s so long ago. I remember their wedding as if it was last week. And such a silver wedding is worth to be celebrated a little longer, don’t you think?

She takes off her jewelry.

HE

If one likes such parties.

SHE

Oh, come on! Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy the jokes her father told us. I saw you guys laughing. You better think about what kind of celebration you would like forour silver wedding next summer.

HE

Why should I?

SHE (opens the wardrobe)

Darling, next summer will be our silver wedding and we have to give a huge party for all our family and friends and that needs to be planned and prepared proper.

HE (quietly and still staring at the ceiling)

No way.

She takes a fresh thin, white nightdress out of her wardrobe and lets fall her towel with a little view to her husband to check whether his eyes follow her. She is still slim, in good shape, sexy and female. He is lying as if he was dreaming now, still looking up to the ceiling. She smiles expectantly and she didn’t hear his last words.

SHE

Maybe we can book a party room in a hotel or at any other nice place where others help to serve all guests. I think that is a good idea because they then can travel there and rent rooms. We could take a room there as well so no one had to drive home afterwards and we have nothing to prepare here and clean up afterwards.

He doesn’t react. She pulls on her nightdress, looking at him a little disappointed that he didn’t even notice she was naked.

SHE

Why are you so quiet? What's wrong with you? No ideas yet how we could spend our silver wedding? No suggestions? No opinion? Would you prefer to celebrate in our garden here? Or did you completely forget that we will be the next silver couple of all our friends?

He doesn’t move, looks at the ceiling. She slips under her blanket to sit with her pillows in her back. She turns on the light beside her bed and creams her hands.

SHE

Maybe you’d prefer to spend this day alone with me? I'd love to have a party and share this day with all people we love and like and with a nice program through the whole day.

HE

No way.

SHE

What?

HE

I said no.

SHE

What do you mean? You already made a plan? Oh, I see, you plan a surprise?Well, just let me know because...

HE

No way.

SHE

What no way?

HE

That’s not going to happen.

SHE

What please?

HE

No party, no romantic stuff, no silver wedding at all. N-O.

SHE

Oh, you're kidding! Was a little too much wedding mood for you today? We can design our own party and create it completely different, just as you like.

HE

Which part of my NO don't you get, the N or the O?

SHE

I simply can't believe you're serious. If you say no to everything then go tell why not! If you mean no to all my ideas then tell me what you want.

He doesn’t answer.

SHE

Are you crazy? What do you think? Of course we will celebrate it somehow.

HE

The thing is: there won’t be any silver wedding. It simply won't happen.

SHE (getting insecure and nervous)

What exactly do you mean?

HE

Just what I said. All what you just described will simply not happen. No silver wedding, no party and no planned surprise. Hence, be happy as you can relax, you have nothing to plan and prepare.

She stops creaming her hands and face, realizes that he could be serious.

SHE

Are you normal? What do you think? Of course we will celebrate it!

HE

Well, then it will be you alone, because I’ll take off tomorrow.

She jumps out of her bed, her eyes wide open.

SHE (loud)

What? Are you trying to tell me you leave me? Tomorrow?

He shows no reaction.

Why? Where will you be going? Ohhh! I see, you have another one! Who is that bitch? Since when do you cheat on me?

He stays extremely quiet and cool somehow. His arms are still under his head, looking at the ceiling all the time and almost smiles as if he imagines how it will feel to be free again.

HE

That is not of your business. I’m simply fed up with our marriage and the way we live together. I can’t go on like this. Our marriage is at it’s end since years.

SHE (now desperate, tears in her eyes)

You mean, you really want to leave me? Leave us? We have three sons who are all still in high school. You really want to destroy our family? Everything we created? You not only hurt me but our sons as well and don't care?

HE

Our marriage doesn’t exist anymore since quite a long time and our boys all are grown and will leave us soon for university.

SHE

You mean you really want to get divorced?

HE

Exactly.

She begins to cry, running up and down besides her bed.

SHE

You have another one. You have an affair. Who is it? Say it!

HE

Whether I have a girlfriend or not is not the point here and not of your business.

SHE

Oh yes, it is! You are my husband. At the moment we still are very married and this since 24 years now. I wonder why you have an affair while I always had to beg for some sex.

HE

When did you ever beg for sex?

SHE

Who is she? What does she have that I don’t have? I guess she’s 20 years younger than you and totally adores you or what ever. You probably are a sugar daddy! Is she one of the new assistants in your office?

HE

Phh... You've got a nerve. Blame and insult me. Another woman is not the reason why I want to finish this marriage. It’s only you that I can't stand anymore and the way we drift apart. I can’t, don’t want and wont 't go on like this.

SHE is stands beside her bed, takes her pillow in her arms, hugs it.

SHE

I know you. You would never take off if you had no other place to go. So, since when are you cheating on me?

HE

Can't we talk about it tomorrow? I’m tired, have got a terrible headache, it’s late, I have to work tomorrow and would like to sleep finally.

SHE

Are you totally nuts now? You think we can sleep now as if it was nothing? I simply shall take what you now told me, turn around and dream sweet - just a few hours before you’ll leave me and distroy my life?

HE

Listen, that all is only the consequence, the result of all this here, of all that ever happened so far in our marriage.

She now cries bitterly, clings round the pillow, sits down on her side of the bed, turns her back to him.

SHE (Sobbing)

Don’t you love me anymore? Did you ever love me?

HE

Oh, come on! You know that it’s over and not just since yesterday. And of course we’ve had a lot of fun and love in the beginning like all couples. But we simply grew apart and now have to deal with the consequences.

SHE

But we could make a therapy.

HE

Oh, please! Don’t try to analyze me again now. Have already been there.

SHE (Now louder again)

You can’t throw away all these years that we spent together. We know each other since 30 years now. Don’t you remember how romantic our first date was?

HE

Laughing my ass out. That’s 30 years ago. Since when do you cling to past? Fact is, if you hadn’t become pregnant that soon we’d probably never got married.

She cries into her pillow, then suddenly jumps up and turns around. She’s angry and aggressive, hurt and cries.

SHE

You are such an asshole. How can you say such things to me after all these years? We built up all this here together. We founded a family. When you leave, what do you think where we, the boys and I, shall live then?

HE

Calm down. You make a drama and scream as if the house was burning down. Relax and go to bed finally.

He turns around, showing her his back.

SHE

You...!

HE

I know... we also had this earlier and more than once... I'm an asshole, motherfucker, idiot, son of a bitch, a jerk off - but of course still the love of your life bla bla. Is clear. Let-me-sleep-now!

SHE

Forget it! You explain this all right now and right here to me. Word by word and in a way that I understand it. How can you think even a minute that we will sleep now? You will answer all my questions and friend, I will know when you lie.

He rolls his eyes.

HE

Okay. If we don’t talk tomorrow and don’t sleep now, what exactly do you suggest to do then?

SHE

As I said. We talk now. You cannot go to bed, inform me that you will leave me tomorrow and we will be divorced soon and then expect that I say ‘all right’, go to bed and sleep until YOU find the time might be right to explain. You just destroyed my complete life, our family and future.

SHE sits back to the head of her side of the bed, crosses her arms.

HE gets up and pulls on his bath robe.

SHE

Where you going?

HE (Sighing)

Kitchen. Make coffee. Don't get what you didn't get, but I obviously have no chance to get some sleep.

He leaves the bedroom. We hear his steps on the stairs and the noises he makes in the kitchen.

She stands up and goes to the window, opens the curtains, pulls up the outside shutter and opens the window wide to look outside into their beautiful garden while the sun now already raises and gives back all colors to nature.

She takes a deep breath. Her arms are hanging down, tears running silently over her cheeks, the pillow in her hand hangs down to the floor.

THE CAMERA MOVES AROUND AND BEHIND HER.

The soft first light shines through her thin white nightdress and shows the silhouette of her still slim and sexy female body.

SHE (Voice-Over)

Life is change. Change is chance. What if you don’t want a change but like your things as they are even if they are not perfect? Maybe I should kill him. He really is such an asshole and the way he treats me is disrespectful and dishonest. Why should I then fight for him? I deserve to be treated proper and respectfully. Maybe I better should fight against him. That will be the last he expects. If he’s dead I will be a widow and not a divorcée. We can stay in this house and be safe and financially secure. Really not the worst idea...

- THE END -

Filmmaker Francois Truffaut

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      Robert Sacchi 12 months ago

      You're welcome.

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      Elisabeth Meier 12 months ago

      Thanks for the hint. Pyjama is the German word. :) Will check it in the next days.

    • Robert Sacchi profile image

      Robert Sacchi 12 months ago

      Yes, the drama builds nicely. Yes, I would like to know what happens next. I would also like to know the back story.

      On a technical note you may want to give another read for editing. You spelled pajama, 'pyjama', for example.