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| Second Street | |
| By William87 | ||||
| 01 July 2008 | ||||
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The Idea with this whole screenplay is a journey through Max's imagination, dreams and subconscioussness. How he doesn't dare confront his brothers death, but still inevitably does so in his imaginary world called "Second Street". So this is the first scene. Where Max learns about his brothers death. And where Max enters "Second Street" while at the same time exitting reality. (Beat = a small pause in dialogue) p.s. No clue in what category I should post this...
PITCH BLACK DARKNESS Total silence. Emptiness. A phone rings, echoes. Someone can be heard picking the phone up. There's a short delay in his answer. MAX (V.O) Max. DR.JACOBS (V.O) Hi, this is Dr.Jacobs. I'm...I'm sorry to let you know that, you're brother Sam didn't make it. (Beat) Hello? A DIAL TONE can be heard. A spotlight turns on a few feet away in the darkness. In the spotlight sits Max in his chair holding the phone to his ear, listening to the dial tone. He slowly appears closer and closer until his face covers the darkness, his eyes in a dead stare. His eyes slowly transform into two black pearls which appear closer and closer, covering anything else. The DIAL TONE begins giving a BUSY TONE(cont'd). BLACK-PEARLY EYES BUSY DIAL TONE continues. In his black-pearly eyes appears a brown, clean, door. Suddenly Max is seen, entering from the right. He opens the door and enters, disappearing. BUSY DIAL TONE STOPS. SILENCE. The black-pearly eyes slowly reveal the brown door on a street, it is now an entrance to an apartment building. TRAFFIC is heard, FOOTSTEPS, CARS HONKING. The black-pearly eyes fade out. Remaining is the street. EXT. CITY STREET, BROWN DOOR
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