Hi, below are the first 10 pages of a script I wrote a couple months ago. I would like to develop it into a fumetti and eventually a film, but both these projects are a lot of effort and I'd like to know that the script is worth it
so constructive feedback is greatly appreciated.
It's set in the small, fictional town of Monty's Bay on the East Coast of South Africa and was inspired by a series of corpses that were discovered in a sugar field a couple of years ago.
I know my formatting probably sucks- I used Word and then posted it into this devil messaging thing, which pushed everything out again. I do have Celtx now (yay!) and will use it to polish the final version.
Bombs away.
Rotting Heart
Scene 1- Exterior-Sugar Cane Fields- Afternoon
Through the shaky lens of the digital camera, a sweaty, middle aged man stands in front of a dense field of bright green sugar cane and a bright blue, cloudless sky.
He chews gum and squints against the sun.
The man holding the camera struggles to focus on him and as he zooms out, we see that the man is wearing a khaki SAPS uniform.
CAMERA MAN
Shouldn’t we go with them?
The cop makes a face and shakes his head.
OLD COP
Wait for the dog.
The camera man plays with the settings on the camera for a while, zooming in and out of the cop, changing the focus and the colouring while he speaks to him, clearly bored.
CAMERA MAN
Lived here long?
OLD COP
About six years.
CAMERA MAN
You like it?
OLD COP
Ja, sure. It’s lekker.
CAMERA MAN
Bit hot though....
OLD COP
What?
CAMERA MAN
The weather. It’s a bit hot- like, as opposed to Joburg I mean.
OLD COP
Joburg’s a shithole.
CAMERA MAN
You don’t like Joburg?
There is movement in the reeds behind the cop, the camera man focuses in on it as the cop continues talking.
OLD COP
It’s quiet here. After 10 years of dealing with night after night of people shooting each other, robbing each other, fucking each other and beating the shit out of each other... I like quiet.
Another police officer emerges from the sugar cane field.
OLD COP
Find anything?
The second cop shakes his head and turns to look behind him.
OLD COP
Where’s Riley?
YOUNG COP
He was right behind me.
They both turn back into the field, the camera man follows at their heels, losing them both momentarily behind the wall of green sugar cane.
The older cop whistles and calls the dog’s name. There is a rustling movement through the reeds towards them. The older cop smiles in relief.
OLD COP
(at the camera man)
You see, Monty’s Bay just doesn’t have the crime that Joburg does.
Some way away, they see the sheep dog making their way towards closer with something dirty and hairy in its mouth.
The camera man tries to zoom in.
CAMERA MAN
What’s that in his mouth?
The dog gets closer and drops his prize on the ground in front of the men.
The camera man focuses on the rotten, eyeless head of a young woman.
The younger cop turns to heave and the older cop just stares straight down at it.
The dog sits back on his haunches, tongue lolling and tail wagging.
OLD COP
Fuck.
Scene 2- Cassie’s House- Interior- Day
RICK, an attractive man in his late 20’s stares down into a single drawer filled with underwear.
From the waist up, he is dressed in a suit and tie, from the waist down he is completely naked.
He stands in a small, cluttered bedroom, the rest of his clothes strewn across the unmade bed.
RICK
Fuck.
CASSIE, a pretty young woman, also in her late twenties, appears wearing a summery dress. She combes her still wet hair as she emerges from the en suite bathroom.
CASSIE
What?
RICK
I don’t have any clean socks.
Cassie looks irritated.
CASSIE
Why don’t you wear a pair of mine?
(under her breath)
...or do your own laundry.
RICK
I’ll just wear yesterday’s.
CASSIE
Are you serious?
Rick starts shakimg out an old sock, Cassie looks at him, lip curled in disgust.
CASSIE
Whatever.
RICK
Hey… what do you think?
Cassie turns around again, her patience worn thin.
Rick stands, still half-dressed and holds up two ties in different shades of blue.
She stares at Rick for a moment and then points between them.
CASSIE
The blue one.
She heads back into the bathroom and shuts the door behind her as Rick analyses both ties again.
Scene 2.2- Cassie’s Car- Interior- Morning
Cassie and Rick travel together in their modest hatchback.
Cassie drives while Rick sits in the passenger seat.
CASSIE
So dirty socks are better than women’s socks?
RICK
If we, touch wood, get into an accident today- would you rather have the paramedics thinking that your boyfriend has questionable grooming habits, or that he likes wearing ladies undies?
CASSIE
Socks aren’t ‘undies’.
RICK
They’re like undies for feet- watch it!
Cassie quickly swerves to avoid a gaping crater in the barely tarred road.
She then rights the car, slightly shaken. Her shock quickly turns to anger.
CASSIE
The roads here are really shitty.
RICK
At least there’s not much traffic.
CASSIE
Not if you don’t count the dogs and goats and the potholes…
RICK
Ok. Jesus. I’ll drive tomorrow.
They continue the drive in silence.
Scene 3- Classroom- Interior-Morning
A very simple, small classroom is packed with at least 15, mostly black adolescents all gathered around a desk at the back, laughing and talking noisily as they look at something on another student’s cell phone.
Cassie races up to the door of the classroom.
She composes herself for a second outside.
THOMAS, the head teacher, a conservatively handsome man in his mid 30’s, walks past her and gives her a charitable smile.
THOMAS
Good luck. They’re always the worst on Fridays.
Cassie smiles back.
CASSIE
Thanks, Tom.
She calmly enters the class.
CASSIE
Good morning everyone!
The students don’t greet her back, but look at her curiously, reluctantly settling into their seats, still talking.
Cassie sets her things down on her desk and removes a dog-eared book from her bag.
Cassie grabs a garish textbook from her table at the front of the class and holds it aloft next to the one from her own bag.
CASSIE
Ok guys, so you know Fridays are comprehension days, I can’t do anything about that, but I can give you a choice between, Mr.Dickens.
She presents the cover of the textbook, which reads, ‘A Tale of Two Cities’.
The students moan simultaneously.
CASSIE
or Mr Lovecraft....
She presents her own book, titled ‘Collected Short Stories from HP Lovecraft’
After some chatting, a student raises her hand. She chews on the end of a long, bright pink pencil.
LINDI
Which one’s better?
CASSIE
Well, it’s pretty subjective, I mean, according to some circles-
LINDI
Which one’s shorter?
She holds out the Lovecraft book.
CASSIE
This one.
Scene 3- Classroom- Interior-Morning
Cassie sits on her table in front of the class, her arm laden with homework sheets. The students argue between them.
RUDE BOY
Musides killed Kalos, that’s why Kalos turned into a tree and killed him back.
Revenge and shit, man.
LINDI
Kalos didn’t ‘turn’ into a tree-
CASSIE
Ok, settle down, it’s almost home-time and I just want to hand these out....
LINDI
Teacher?
CASSIE
Yes, Lindi.
LINDI
Do you think it’s good when writers leave an ending so you don’t know what’s going on?
Cassie pauses in her activity of handing out the exercise sheets.
She smiles at Lindi, happy to hear what seems like a genuinely interested question.
CASSIE
I think it can be. Why Lindi, you thinking of becoming a writer?
LINDI
Hell no.
I’m going to be in the movies.
Lindi sits back in her seat defiantly, spinning the bright pink pencil in her fingers like a miniature baton.
RUDE BOY
Porn movies!
The whole class erupts with laughter, with the exception of Cassie and Lindi.
Lindi snarls at the boy and launches her pencil at the boy, who deflects the projectile with his hand, never stopping his laughter.
Cassie gives the boy a death-stare before turning back to the girl and rolling her eyes.
The bell rings suddenly and the class instantly gets up and starts leaving the class.
CASSIE
Wait! Don’t leave without your.... homework.
Cassie realises that she has lost them and resigns herself.
LINDI
Better luck next time, Miss Russell.
Scene 4- Teacher’s Room- Interior- Afternoon
The teacher’s lounge is a crowded, windowless room. A plastic garden table, surrounded by too many chairs sits in the centre.
The table is flanked by a basic coffee and tea station on one side and on the other, a notice board overflowing with posters, schedules and notes which have been tacked one on top of the other in a vertical mountain of paper.
All of thre mismatched chairs around the snall table have been filled and the teachers sit elbow to elbow as they eat.
All take turns looking at and commenting on each other’s lunches.
TEACHER 1
Why don’t you just tell her you don’t like piccalilli?
TEACHER 2
I can’t believe you’re putting sugar on that -
TEACHER 3
It’s going pretty good- the first day or two was hell, but I feel like I’ve lost some weight already.
Cassie stares into her bright, plastic lunch tin at the two innocuous halves of sandwhich nestled inside.
She closes it again without touching them.
THOMAS
You don’t look impressed. Want to trade?
CASSIE
No thanks, just not hungry.
She smiles back at him and then, embarrased, tries to rejoin the conversation next to her.
Scene 5- Road- Exterior- Afternoon
Cassie’s car, a bright blue Ford Fiesta, veers violently off the battered road.
She opens the driver’s door and throws up before closing the door and starting the car again.
Scene 6- Cassie’s Car- Interior- Late Afternoon
Cassie drives while Rick talks.
They pass through a heavily wooded area. The setting sun behind the trees casts long shadows across the pockmarked road.
RICK
I mean, we’ve got a long way to go still, but I feel like the presentation gave them something to think about.
CASSIE
That’s great, babe.
Rick turns to look at her.
RICK
You ok?
CASSIE
I threw up.
RICK
Like right now? Like in your mouth?
CASSIE
No, earlier today. I had to pull over.
RICK
Something you ate?
CASSIE
I couldn’t eat either...
RICK
Maybe it’s a bug- you should call the doctor.
CASSIE
Look, I could just be crazy, but I was thinking, Rick, remember our first night in the house? All of our stuff was still in boxes and we were feeling....
RICK
I remember.
They pause and share a secretive smile.
RICK
Shit. Do you think you’re pregnant?
CASSIE
Well, I was just thinking...I mean.... would that be the worst thing?
RICK
Not the worst thing, no.
CASSIE
But still pretty bad. Ok.
RICK
Cas, Cassie, come on, don’t get like that.
CASSIE
I just feel sometimes, Rick, like you-
A goat casually trots into the road.RICK
Cassie!
Rick tries to grab the wheel, they veer off the road and hurtle through the underbrush before slamming into a tree hard.
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