This is the opening scene for my screenplay that I've been working on called "Penitence". What I'm looking for is "Is it good? Is the story introduced the right way? Does this make you want to continue reading? And what are some ways to improve this?"
Hopefully, you enjoy this.
FADE IN:
Title Card: “He who is penitent is almost innocent.” -Seneca the Younger
EXT. FOREST-CAMPFIRE-NIGHT [DREAM]
A clear, starry night. A WOMAN tends to the campfire, humming “Jesus Loves Me” without a care.
A figure walks out of the woods, a wandering man named CHAD DEVLIN. He’s in his mid-50’s and handsome, wearing a nicer suit than he should in the woods.
She hears his footsteps and stops humming, turning to face him. He’s shocked.
CHAD
Julia?
JULIA
(Smiles)
It has begun. Wake up, Chad.
CUT TO:
INT. DEVLIN HOUSEHOLD-MASTER BEDROOM-MORNING
Chad wakes with a start. A cell phone BUZZES ominously.
He answers --
CHAD
(Into phone)
Hello?
VOICE
(Over phone)
Is this a Mister Chad Devlin?
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INT. MORGUE-AFTERNOON
Chad walks in with SHERIFF DICKMAN next to him, guiding the man to the MORTICIAN standing next to a pulled-out slab with a covered body on it.
SHERIFF DICKMAN
You might want to prepare yourself, Mister Devlin. Just in case --
(Pause)
-- you know.
CHAD
I’ll be fine, Sheriff.
The Sheriff nods to the Mortician, who pulls back the sheet.
Chad clenches his teeth, his fists, practically every muscle in his body. The corpse is a handsome young man with a dead look in his eyes and a DEEP SLIT from one end of his jawbone to the other.
Chad’s eyes TEAR UP, but he keeps his composure. He says what he’s said a million times, but now with sadness in his voice:
CHAD (CONT’D)
That’s my son.
The Mortician covers the body.
CHAD (CONT’D)
Let me see the autopsy report.
SHERIFF DICKMAN
Mister Devlin, I don’t think --
CHAD
(Curt)
Just give me the fucking report.
The Mortician takes a folder off a nearby desk and hands it Chad, who starts reading through it. Certain words stand out.
Shattered spinal column. Broken nose. Fractured jaw.
Shattered. Broken. Fractured.
Chad’s hands begin to shake, either with sadness or rage.
The Sheriff pulls out a box and hands it to Chad.
SHERIFF DICKMAN
Your son’s personal effects.
Chad sifts through it, searching for something.
CHAD
He was wearing a watch. A rather expensive watch.
SHERIFF DICKMAN
No watch was recovered. I could canvas the crime scene again, but --
Chad waves him off, deciding to believe him. In walks FATHER JOHN BISHOP. A priest from farmer’s stock, he’s older but still a strong man. He would be just at home behind the wheel of a tractor as he would be at a pulpit.
Chad walks toward the door with what little strength he has left. Before he leaves:
JOHN
I’m sorry for your loss, Mister Devlin.
CHAD
(Pauses)
Not as sorry as I am.
Chad pulls his cell phone out of his pocket. He dials, and after a few rings:
SUSAN
(Over phone)
Hello?
CHAD
(Into phone)
Susan, I think you need to sit down for what I have to tell you.
We go to BLACK before hearing a woman SCREAM BLOODY MURDER over a phone.
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