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| KILLING AMY (10 min Black Comedy) | |
| By Levi | ||||||||||||||
| 04 December 2007 | ||||||||||||||
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Hey! Just a brief introduction: this is the first draft 10-minute black comedy screenplay, the premise for which I originally wanted to flesh out into a feature, but simply couldn't keep the joke going - or find enough story - to warrent any more than a short script. Thanks guys; hope you enjoy reading. Jon INT. LOUNGE. APARTMENT. DAY The apartment is sparse, wealthy and modern. The massive plasma screen plays a tacky gossip-style program on ‘it’ girl AMY HUNTER (23): Still photos are displayed, contorted and zoomed. Snippets of interviews and photo shoots are interspersed with comments from z-list celebs and tabloid editors. The sound is very low. ALEX (23), a jaded media yuppie, is slouched on the leather sofa in a suit, his feet on the glass coffee table. GEORGE (25) enters carrying a coffee and casually dressed.
GEORGE Why’re you watching this crap? ALEX Research. I’ve gotta date tonight. GEORGE (laughing) You’re seeing Amy Hunter? (his smile falls) Seriously? How? ALEX I owe her housemate a favour. I said I’d keep the soulless, vacuous idiot occupied for the evening. PRESENTER (ON TV) How’re you enjoying Paris? AMY (ON TV) Oh, I love Paris! She’s a great singer. ALEX sighs, grabs his keys from the coffee table and skulks out. INT. BATHROOM. SPRUCE APARTMENT. DAY The bathroom is bright and gaudily decorated. AMY HUNTER (23) is in the bath, blow-drying her hair. An toaster rests on the rim. There is a knock at the door. AMY turns off the blow-dryer as GEMMA (27), her more mature housemate, steps in. GEMMA Alex is here. AMY Okay, I’ll be about forty minutes. GEMMA nods and walks out. As the door closes, ALEX’S disgruntled voice is audible outside the bathroom door. Oblivious, AMY picks up the toaster, looks inside and shakes it. She then re-collects the blow-dryer and idly continues. INT. EXPENSIVE RESTAURANT. NIGHT ALEX and AMY sit opposite each other in the centre of a well-to-do restaurant. AMY is now in full evening-wear. The leftover plates from the starter course have yet to be removed. ALEX is bored and does not hide it. AMY I love your car. (pause) Gemma says you’re dad owns the Gemini club? You must be loaded. I was in there a few weeks back. Do you get many celebs? ALEX looks longingly at the exit. AMY (contd) I should go “powder my nose” before the main course. AMY pats him affectionately on the shoulder and walks off. ALEX sighs loudly then repeatedly bangs his head on the table. The WAITER (40) arrives and quietly removes the plates. Alex looks up. ALEX (contd) Excuse me. Do you do arsenic? The WAITER pauses mid-collection and shakes his head. ALEX (contd) Bleach? (pause) Nothing? Never mind. The WAITER leaves with the plates. AMY returns, daintily wiping the corner of her mouth, knocking over a wine glass as she sits down. ALEX barely reacts as it shatters across his side of the table. AMY doesn’t notice as she straightens her top. The WAITER returns with two salad dishes and places them down. As the WAITER departs, AMY is still fiddling. ALEX looks from his food then to AMY’S, then to the shattered glass on the table. He picks up a large chunk of broken glass and tosses it idly onto AMY’S plate. Again, she doesn’t notice. AMY finishes messing with her clothes, picks up her fork, smiles at ALEX then proceeds to eat. ALEX frowns in bewilderment. AMY You got the parmesan one, didn’t you? I’m allergic. ALEX is transfixed by the huge piece of glass AMY is unintentionally managing to eat around. He nods. AMY (contd) That’s good. I thought I tasted cheese. AMY puts down her fork and starts jabbing and eating the salad with her steak knife. After a moment she stops and clicks for the WAITER. He veers over, carrying a tray. AMY (contd) Yeah, hi garcon. What’s this? AMY points to the hunk of glass, now covered in dressing. The WAITER is speechless. AMY (contd) I wanted Ranch, not Ceaser. The WAITER bows and quickly removes the plate. AMY (contd, to ALEX) You’re cute. (pause) Do you think I’m cute? (pause) No, that’s stupid, don’t answer. Do you? ALEX reluctantly nods. AMY smiles coyly. ALEX rolls his eyes again, but almost cracks a smile. INT. BAR. NIGHT A trendy 18-30s club. ALEX and AMY sit by the bar. ALEX is drinking lemonade; AMY is sipping from a giant cocktail glass. ALEX You know, alcohol poisoning is a myth. People are only sick because their bodies can’t handle the fun. AMY (enthralled) Is that true? ALEX sips his drinks and nods. AMY looks to her own, impressed, then signals to the nearby BARMAN (28) for two more. CUT TO: INT. BAR. NIGHT ALEX is sat in the same position at the bar; AMY sits beside him looking dishevelled. Four empty cocktail glasses rest on the bar. AMY (slurring) That’s why I don’t trust ‘em. Never trust journalists. They’re loser scum. I feel sick. AMY takes another swig then leans against ALEX and closes her eyes. ALEX breathes a sigh of relief. ALEX looks to the BARMAN, presently chuckling to himself. BARMAN She always gets like this after five or six drinks. ALEX Maybe she won’t talk so much. BARMAN You’d think. Except there’s no vodka in a Saint Clemens. She’s sober as a judge. AMY immediately snaps awake, hops onto her feet and claps her hands. AMY So where to next? I’m buzzing! ALEX gives the BARMAN a savage glance before leading AMY by the hand across the dance-floor. INT. CAR. CITY HIGH STREET. NIGHT ALEX drives along the quiet city streets, AMY in the passenger seat, idly playing with the glove compartment lock. ALEX looks across and notices AMY isn’t wearing her seatbelt. He opens his mouth to speak then stops himself. He shrugs and continues driving. The glove compartment falls open and a semi-automatic handgun falls into AMY’S lap. She screams; ALEX swerves at the sudden noise, narrowly avoiding a lamppost. After straightening up, ALEX collects the handgun from AMY’S lap. ALEX It’s my brother’s air pistol. It’d be harmless if it wasn’t broken. Now it’s just useless. ALEX turns the gun on it’s side; a spring protrudes. EXT. GARAGE FORECOURT. NIGHT ALEX pulls up at a petrol pump and steps from his car. As he reaches for the fuel pump, he looks around. The forecourt is busy; a police car is parked outside the shop and several people are inside queuing to pay. The CASHIER (38) is a disgruntled fat man. ALEX looks back inside his car; AMY is pretending to shoot things with the BB gun. ALEX thinks for a moment then begins pumping fuel. ALEX Hey – Amy! This is where my brother works. You should go in and say hi. He’s never met a celebrity. AMY looks to the CASHIER then back to ALEX. ALEX waves to the CASHIER who, in return, gives a tentative wave back. With a mischievous smile, AMY steps from the car and walks across the forecourt, gun in-hand. ALEX turns away and begins whistling. In the background, AMY steps into the petrol station shop and throws both hands in the air, trying to attract the CASHIER’S attention. Everyone in the store looks over, including the policeman. ALEX continues to nonchalantly whistle and pump fuel. After a few moments he replaces the pump and turns around. ALEX (contd) Oh, for god’s sake! AMY is signing autographs. After a while, she hugs the cashier, leaves money for the fuel and exits the shop. She walks happily across the forecourt back to ALEX’S car. AMY Seems nice. Shall we? ALEX closes his eyes, trying to regain some composure. He enters the vehicle. EXT. BRIDGE OVERPASS. NIGHT ALEX’S car is parked beside a footbridge spanning the width of a large river. ALEX and AMY are mid-way across staring over the edge. AMY Thanks for tonight. I had fun. AMY looks to ALEX, silent and uninterested. AMY (contd) How about you? ALEX shrugs. AMY follows his gaze down to the dark water. AMY (contd) How deep do you reckon it is? ALEX I dunno. Jump, find out. AMY Jump? ALEX Yeah. It’s not far. I think they’ve put A big pile of cushions at the bottom. And some crash mats. AMY You really think I should? ALEX (faltering slightly) Yeah. I think it would be really... funny... ALEX finally catches her gaze – her face is a mixture of confusion and melancholy. He takes a deep breath. ALEX (contd) Look, I’m sorry. I dunno why I... AMY suddenly leaps at ALEX, throws her arms around his neck and kisses him. ALEX’S hands flail behind her – first panicking, then angry as his fists clench, then resignation as they fall limply by his side. After a few seconds, AMY steps sheepishly back. There is a long pause. AMY Do you wanna come back to mine? ALEX looks over his shoulder as though checking no-one is watching. He nods. INT. ENTRANCE HALL. SPRUCE APARTMENT. NIGHT The ground-floor apartment is even more spacious and cosmopolitan than ALEX’S own. ALEX and AMY quietly enter, both smiling. They remove their coats and kiss once more. ALEX I, um... have something in the car I need to get. AMY Condoms? ALEX My inhaler. They share an amused, embarrassed silence. ALEX turns to walk back out. AMY I’m gonna make some soup. EXT. ROAD. OUTSIDE APARTMENT. NIGHT ALEX opens his car door and reaches inside the glove compartment. A blue inhaler lies beside the BB gun. He collects the inhaler but gives the gun a considering glance. After a few moments, he nods to himself, closes the glove and turns to head back inside. An explosion rips the apartment apart; a fireball erupts through the open front door; all the windows in the building smash at once. ALEX is thrown backwards and slams against his car. The dust settles, the smoke clears. From the ground, ALEX stares aghast at the carnage. Hysterical laughter echoes from across the street. ALEX turns to see GEMMA, dressed in full camouflage gear, emerging from a nearby shrub. ALEX watches bewildered as GEMMA walks over and stands proudly beside him, watching the building burn. She leans against the car. GEMMA (contd) Go on. Tell me her last words. I bet they were shit. ALEX is too bewildered to reply. CUT TO: EXT. ROAD. OUTSIDE APARTMENT. NIGHT Emergency services have arrived; an ambulance is parked outside the smouldering apartment, GEMMA is sat in the back of a police car, still celebrating. The street is filled with people. GEORGE approaches ALEX, currently stood away from the gawking rabble, as the two interviewing POLICEMEN walk away. ALEX Gas. Gemma left it on for hours. And broke some pipes. And bought some camping stoves. She was thorough. GEORGE pats him awkwardly on the shoulder. AMY appears beside them, covered in rubble. GEORGE steps back. ALEX does a double-take then throws his arms around her. AMY I was out back. I had to go round. The house blew up. I knew I smelt something funny in the kitchen. ALEX remains holding her for several moments. GEORGE awkwardly turns to leave. AMY (contd) So rain cheque on tonight? Same again soon? ALEX retracts then nods. AMY smiles and turns to leave. ALEX Um... there is one thing I need to tell you. All that... earlier. AMY It’s been a long night. We’ve got plenty of time, right? ALEX smiles in return. They wave each other goodbye and ALEX turns to approach GEORGE. GEORGE So it went well, then? ALEX She’s alive. That’s all. ALEX and GEORGE return to the car. In the background, AMY looks down the street before stepping onto the road. There is a sudden screech of tyres and AMY goes flying beneath the wheels of a 4X4 from the opposite direction. ALEX and GEORGE do not hear. They enter the car and drive away.
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