About Last Night...

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Hey Guys!
Here's a script I wrote. This is my first submission, so it might not be up to snuff, but you gotta jump in, so... yeah...
Sorry about the weird formatting-  I copied this from a PDF which itself was saved from a script-writing software so yeah... it's weird. Enjoy the schaudenfreude!


 


INT. APARTMENT BEDROOM


ANNA is lying on her bed with an oversized bright-orange
sweatshirt on. She is smiling contentedly and listening to a
sappy love song. Her phone rings.


INSERT - PHONE SCREEN


It is MARK calling.


RESUME


ANNA
(answering the phone)
Hey you.


INSERT - SPLITSCREEN


MARK
(Awkwardly)
Hey Anna. How’s it going?


ANNA
Great. Even better now.


MARK
Good. That’s good. So hey listen,
about last night, that wasn’t-


ANNA
(interrupting)
You don’t have to explain anything
Mark.


MARK
I don’t?


ANNA
No. I understand totally. You
explained it all last night. You
were so eloquent.


MARK
Really? That’s great!


In Mark’s screen we see him begin to move about his
apartment. He goes to his dirty clothes hamper and rummages
through it.


MARK (CONT’D)
I was so nervous calling you. A lot
of people don’t understand where
I’m coming from, ya know?


ANNA
I know that feeling. It’s like, you
try and say things clearly, but the
other person just doesn’t get it.


MARK
Totally. So, quick question: do you
have my sweatshirt?


ANNA
(teasingly)
Maybe.


MARK
(confused)
Do you have it?


ANNA
Yes.


Mark stops searching the clothes.


MARK
(relieved)
Oh thank god.


He goes into the bathroom and admires himself in the mirror


MARK (CONT’D)
I thought I had lost it. Can I come
get it?


ANNA
Yes. And Why don’t you help me take
it off too?


MARK
You’re wearing it?


ANNA
(teasingly)
Maybe.


MARK
You shouldn’t wear it. It probably
smells. I don’t really wash it.


ANNA
I don’t mind. It smells like you.

Mark mouths a swear word away from the phone.


MARK
Anna, I think there’s been some
sort of misunderstanding.


ANNA
Misunderstanding?


MARK
Those things I said... I was drunk.


ANNA
Drunk?


MARK
Yeah. I was really drunk. And Dave
and them were saying-


ANNA
What were they saying?


MARK
They were saying you were- that I
should talk to you. And so I did
and-


ANNA
(accusatory)
And then you used me?


MARK
No! I mean, we used each other,
right? Why were you there last
night?


ANNA
I’m not sure anymore.


MARK
(confused)
What does that mean?


ANNA
(coldly)
Nothing. It meant nothing.


MARK
Oh. OK. So you’re not mad?


ANNA
No.


MARK
(relieved)
Good, cause I think we should try
and be friends.


ANNA
Friends.


MARK
Friends, right. I’m glad you agree.


Neither one says anything for a bit.


ANNA
OK. Well, Goodbye.


She starts to hang up.


MARK
Wait! Anna!


ANNA
Yes?


MARK
Can I still come by and get my
sweatshirt? I need it for tonight.


ANNA
Sure.


MARK
Great! Bye!


He hangs up.


RESUME


Anna hangs up. She gets up from the bed and takes the
sweatshirt off. She turns the love song off, and leaves the
room.


CUT TO:
EXT. BACK PORCH - CONTINUOUS


Anna puts the sweatshirt on the barbecue, covers it in
lighter fluid, then sets it aflame


FADE TO BLACK


 


Thanks for reading that guys, hope somebody liked it!

Created: Mar 02, 2014

Tags: script, fiction

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