I am obsessed with this remix...

Sample Script 2- Johnny Bastion

This is a sample of a bizarre script I wrote during a mad two months of my life- It's about a time-travelling 1950's movie-star named Johnny Bastion who ends up finding perfect solitude in present day San Francisco. I love conversations that are unnecessarily long without boring the audience...here's my attempt.

Johnny knocks loudly on the door, then enters. Charlie's room is pitch black.

BASTION
Charlie, Charlie! Is this your room?

CHARLIE
(painfully blank)
Yes.

BASTION
I've got something to tell you.

CHARLIE
Who are you?

BASTION
It's me John.

CHARLIE
I know I'm joking.

BASTION
Charlie, Amanda is here to speak to you.

CHARLIE
Shit. Tell her I'll be up in 5 minutes.

BASTION
Shouldn't keep a woman waiting, Charlie.

CHARLIE
It's okay, she's my sister.

BASTION
Your sister?

CHARLIE
Yeah.

BASTION
Well...you still need to get up, but take your time.

CHARLIE
Leave Amanda alone.

BASTION
Is she married? In a relationship?

CHARLIE
No, leave her alone

BASTION
I'm cooking breakfast so get up.

CHARLIE
You're cooking breakfast?

BASTION
Yeah.

CHARLIE
Cool. What kinda breakfast?

BASTION
Bacon and eggs, maybe toast.

CHARLIE

I don't have any bread.

BASTION

Just Bacon and eggs, then.

CHARLIE
That's awesome, thanks man. Beats cereal for a change. Can you brew some coffee too?

BASTION
Are you gonna get up?

CHARLIE
(painfully blank)
Yes.



Script Sample 1: The Hellbenders

My remake of a classic Spaghetti Western

The Officer gets down from his horse and strolls to the back of the rig. He opens the door- A coffin lays inside with a Confederate flag draped over the top. A grey hat and sabre rest on top. Ben approaches the officer.

BEN

(Pointing to the coffin)

This is her husband- Captain Ambrose Allen.

The Officer looks up at Kitty- She's clad in black with a veil covering her face.

OFFICER

My condolences, Ma'am.

BEN

(Shutting the rig's door)

He died at the battle of Nashville.

OFFICER

Nashville? That was months ago.

BEN

He was buried on military ground. But now Mrs. Ambrose Allen's got a permit to dig him up and bury him on her ranch.

OFFICER

Where's your ranch?

KITTY

New Mexico.

OFFICER

That's quite the trip, Ma'am

KITTY

It's what he would have wanted.

OFFICER

(Addressing Ben)

You her son?

BEN

Me? No. She's hired my rig to do the carting. I never met Captain Allen; but I have heard through Mrs. Allen that her husband was quite the hero among his men. It's a crying shame.

OFFICER

(Pointless guilt)

Well, the wars over now.

The Officer mounts his horse.

OFFICER (CONT’D)

New Mexico's along way off, and you've got a lot of miles to cover. Godspeed, Ma'am.

The two riders return to the convoy, words are exchanged and the trail starts moving again.
The performance is over Mrs. Ambrose Allan becomes Kitty again.

KITTY

You her son? You her son!? The nerve. Am I looking old to you?

Kitty leans into the rig and pulls the flag off the coffin. She casually opens the lid of the coffin and pulls out a liquor bottle.

KITTY (CONT’D)

(Pulling the cork from the bottle)

He said it so I could hear it too... Bastard.

BEN

Quit boozing; you'll look plenty younger.