I have to write a complete script by the end of the semester in my screenwriting capstone. Scripts are far from my specialty, but I would love to make it a hobby one day. Any thoughts on this opener?
FADE IN:
INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT (1997)
And old TV flickers to the bustle of a late-night infomercial. In the background we can see a small, worn dining table littered with pizza boxes, opened half-empty cola bottles, and spoons and bowls that were probably from the morning’s cereal.
There is one tattered sofa and one recliner that looks as though it’s lived through many generations of sloths.
A RANDOM GUY lies on the sofa, sprawled, unconscious, and probably naked under the blanket.
GLENDA, 31, sits in the recliner, staring blankly at the TV -- all the while, she’s lining up a bit of cocaine on a piece of stained glass art that reads at the top: “I love my mommy!”
Behind Glenda, we can see the entrance to a hallway and a closed bedroom door. Light emanates from under the door.
INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT (1997)
The bedroom of a happy, spoiled little girl. An extremely elaborate doll house sits in the corner of the room.
It’s perfect down to every detail, from the tiny bath towels and china cabinet to the bowls and plates in the kitchen and the little fluffy pillows in the bedroom.
A pile of dolls lay on the floor next to the doll house.
SOFIA, 8, BETTY, 9, and PHOEBE, 8, sit on the floor in Sofia’s bedroom, solemnly playing with dolls. LAURA, 8, sits on the bed holding a BABY-SITTER WENDY DOLL.
BETTY
Can I play with Dentist Stacy?
SOFIA
No.
Sofia snatches the doll away from Betty and puts it in her pile of dolls.
Phoebe reaches for a doll outside of Sofia’s pile, and Sofia tries to grab it.
They fight for it briefly, and Sofia rips it from her hand. Sofia slaps Phoebe across the face. Hard.
She scowls at Phoebe and holds her stare until Phoebe looks away.
Phoebe doesn’t cry or give any sort of appropriate reaction to being slapped. She rubs her face and looks at Sofia again.
PHOEBE
What can we play with?
BETTY
Yeah, every time we come over you don’t let us touch your stuff!
SOFIA
Play with that one then.
Sofia points at a NAKED DOLL on the floor at the foot of the bed. It looks worn out and is missing a leg.
Out of nowhere, Betty begins to sob.
Sofia ignores her and plays with one of her dolls. She pretends that the doll is snorting coke off a tiny doll plate from the doll house.
She shakes the doll a bit.
Nobody moves.
PHOEBE
Let’s go to my house next time.
Phoebe quickly puts her hand over her mouth. Oops.
Sofia rolls her eyes and catches Laura out of the corner of her eye. Laura continues to play with the Baby-sitter Wendy doll.
Sofia is motionless. Her stare is fixated on the Baby-sitter Wendy doll. Her nostrils flare with anger.
Laura strokes the doll’s hair.
Sofia glares at her. She looks as if she’s going to explode. But Laura doesn’t notice. She just continues to play with doll as if nothing else is going on.
Sofia makes the doll in her hand do one more line of coke. Then she stands up and faces Laura.
SOFIA
(calmly)
What do you think you are doing?
Betty stops sobbing.
LAURA
I, I -
SOFIA
That’s Baby-sitter Wendy.
LAURA
I know.
SOFIA
Does Baby-sitter Wendy belong to you?
Laura pauses momentarily. She gently sets the Wendy doll next to her on the bed and looks up with Sofia with just a hint of fear in her eyes.
LAURA
No, but you weren’t playing with her
SOFIA
Do you realize that Baby-sitter Wendy is my favorite?
LAURA
I know, but you were playing with another doll and I thought it was OK.
Laura picks up the doll and hands it to Sofia. Sofia doesn’t take it.
SOFIA
Sure, Laura. It’s fine. It’s fine!
Betty cries even louder.
LAURA
(hesitant)
OK. Thanks.
LAURA’S P.O.V. - BABY-SITTER WENDY DOLL
Laura looks down at the floor and strokes the doll’s hair.
She looks up just in time to see Sofia thrusting the end of the naked doll toward her face.
RETURN TO SCENE
Sofia walks out of the room. Laura’s body still sits upright; half of the naked doll sticks out of her left eye. The sharp doll foot clearly went right through her eye and into her brain.
A tiny trickle of blood flows from Laura’s eye to the doll and drips off the end of the doll’s arm.
Silence.
Betty runs out of the room, screaming.
Phoebe just stands in place, shrieking continuously.
INT. DOCTOR’S OFFICE - DAY (2007)
A well-organized psychiatrist’s office.
DR. SMITH, 29, sits on a leather chair, holding a clipboard and a fancy pen.
SOFIA, 17, no makeup, a look of perpetual exhaustion after spending nearly 10 years behind walls, sits upright in a hard plastic chair and smokes a cigarette, taking long drags and letting the smoke escape her lungs slowly.
SMITH
Take your time. What did you do next?
Sofia blows a huge puff of smoke from her lungs. Slight cough. She shifts in her seat and sits on her legs on the chair.



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