Monday, April 03, 2006

Hey, You Guys Wanna See Part of My Screenplay?

Okay, but I can't copy the formatting over from Final Draft so it's not going to be very attractive to read. I'll put action lines in italics.

It's got foul language in it, by the by.

Kat approaches the counter.

KAT
Morning. You got any food here?

KOLSON
Maybe. What you got?

KAT
Well, whaddya need?

KOLSON
I got meat. Lots of meat. In freezer.

Kolson waves his hand lazily at the metal door.

KOLSON (CONT'D)
So much meat your tits fall off.

KAT
Wow, sounds like a lot of meat.

KOLSON
Yah, that’s all I got. Also, peas.

Kolson points towards the freezer.

KOLSON (CONT’D)
You want peas? What you got? You got something to drink?

KAT
I’ve got alcohol.

KOLSON
What, vodka?

KAT
Uh...yeah.

KOLSON
I got vodka. Some stupid asshole trade me vodka for my magazines. Everybody got goddamn vodka.

(beat)

Got cigarettes too.

Kolson points above his head.

KOLSON (CONT’D)
Don’t smoke. What else you got?

KAT
(with some hesitation)
Got a shotgun.

Kolson grins.

KOLSON
I have shotgun.

Kolson looks outside.

KOLSON (CONT'D)
Your car?

KAT
That’s right.

KOLSON
Don’t have car.

KAT
Well, I need the car.

Without changing his position, the barrel of Kolson’s shotgun swings up from below the counter and rests upon it, pointed at Kat.

KAT (CONT'D)
No thanks, I’ve already got a shotgun too, remember?

Kolson laughs and adjusts himself to hold the shotgun with two hands.

KOLSON
Hands up.

Kat puts her hands up.

KOLSON (CONT'D)
You have keys?

KAT
Sure, but they’re way deep in this coat.

Kolson smiles.

KOLSON
I check coat.

Kolson stands up straight, keeping the gun on Kat.

KAT
Nah.

Kat falls to the floor and Kolson fires, blasting a hole in one of the freezers.

KOLSON
Dammit!

FOLLOWING WHICH SOME MORE STUFF HAPPENS BUT THAT'S ALL YOU NEED TO SEE.

BYE!!!!