The Thief - short screenplay

By heyitsme

I guess this thing doesn't do attached files...? So here's my blurb again with the script below. I wrote this awhile ago. Feel free to do what you wish with it for this project or something else. I might adapt it into a stage play for this project if I have time.

FADE IN:

INT. LIVING ROOM/BEDROOM - APARTMENT - NIGHT

The MAN, scruffy and scrawny, rushes into his dumpy studio apartment.

He slams the door shut and stands with his back against it. His breath comes heavily.

The Man places a paper grocery bag on the counter of the small kitchenette which opens into the living area. A logo on the bag reads: Pathmark.

The Man unzips his jacket and tosses it onto the sofa.
An old stick of Old Spice falls from one of the pockets and drops onto the floor.

He flips on the light switch. The lone light flickers to life above.

Then, he thinks better of it and walks back to the light switch and flips it off. The apartment is enshrouded in darkness once again.

The Man walks to the window. A parked silver Honda Civic sits across the street in front of a closed storefront. Elevated train tracks hover yards away.

The Man paces back and forth in front of the window a couple of times.

The Man paces back and forth in front of his sofabed. He crosses his arms, one hand rubbing his face constantly. The stubble sounds like sandpaper against his weathered hand.

The Man walks to the window. He draws the curtain slightly, peeking through the window at the scene across the street.

A THIEF, thin and bony and wearing a worn baseball cap, holds a crowbar. He tries to wedge open the door of the silver Honda Civic.

In disbelief, the Man quickly draws the curtain close. He takes a moment to digest this information.

The Man takes a breath. He slowly and deliberately draws open the curtain once again.

The Thief, unsuccessful with wedging the door open, breaks the passenger side window with the crowbar. A large boom, like an explosion of glass breaking, fills the silent air. Glass shards litter the street. Light from the street lamp nearby bounce off the pieces.

The Thief looks left and right to make sure no one is watching.

Then, the Thief looks across the street, right at the Man. They meet eyes.

The Man immediately retreats his head from the window and draws the curtain closed.

He stands pressed against the wall next to the window. He pants heavily.

Then, the Man rushes over to the end table to pick up the telephone. He dials 9-1-1.

OPERATOR (V.O.)
Nine one one. What’s your emergency?

MAN (V.O.)
Someone -- he broke into a car across the street.

OPERATOR
What’s your location, sir?

MAN
Forty-sixth and eleventh avenue, apartment one.

The Man hangs up the phone. He looks toward the window. He takes slow, soft steps toward the window. He draws the curtain open slightly. The Thief is gone, but the glass shards lie about and the crowbar sits in the middle of the street.

The Man heaves a sigh of relief. He turns on the light switch. The light bulb flickers on.

The Man wipes perspiration from his forehead with the back of his hand.

The Man walks to the refrigerator. He opens it and bends down to peer inside. He closes the door.

He opens a cupboard above the counter next to the fridge. Inside, twenty or so various flavors of ramen noodles sit in an untidy stack.

The Man picks one. He opens the package and puts the noodles in a bowl sitting on the counter next to the Pathmark grocery bag.

He opens a drawer. He picks out a fork.

He turns on the hot water from the faucet. He uses the fork to stir the noodles around in the water. The noodles haven’t softened much at all.

A knock on his door.

The Man runs his hands through his hair, trying to smooth it down.

The Man walks over to the door and opens it.

On the other side stand OFFICER SMITH, a tall slender woman, and OFFICER WACHOSKI, a chunky male rookie, both wearing NYPD uniforms.

OFFICER SMITH
Hi, I’m Officer Smith and this is Officer Wachoski. You call about a break-in?

MAN
Yes, come in. Come in.

The officers step inside. Officer Smith scans the apartment.
Officer Wachoski picks up the stick of Old Spice at his feet. He places it on the kitchen counter.

The Man closes the door behind them.

MAN (CONT'D)
I saw a man breaking into a car across the street.

The Man points through the window.

MAN (CONT'D)
Over there.

Officer Smith walks to the window and peers outside.

Officer Wachoski takes out a pad and pen.

OFFICER WACHOSKI
Can you tell us what this man looked liked?

MAN
Uh, I couldn’t get that good of a look. Maybe in his 20s or 30s.

The Man watches as Officer Wachoski scribbles in his pad.

OFFICER WACHOSKI
Go on.

MAN
My height about. Some facial hair I think. He was wearing a baseball cap, so I couldn’t really see his hair or anything.

OFFICER SMITH
So what happened? You were asleep when you heard the noise from the break-in?

MAN
Yes. No.

OFFICER SMITH
Well, it can’t be both.

MAN
I mean I looked out the window. I saw this man smashing the window of the Honda with a crowbar.

Officer Smith looks over at Officer Wachoski.

OFFICER SMITH
You getting this Wachoski?

Officer Wachoski starts scribbling again.

MAN
You know I worked on one of those Honda cylinders a while back. I’m a mechanic. Well, I was. You know it was damaged real good.

Officer Wachoski finishes writing his notes.

OFFICER WACHOSKI
Thank you for your time sir.

MAN
That’s it? Don’t you need me to come down to the station to give a description for a sketch or something.

Officer Wachoski puts his pad away.

OFFICER WACHOSKI
No, that won’t be necessary at this time.

Officer Wachoski turns to leave.

MAN
How about something to drink?

Just then, the roar of the train passes by from outside.

OFFICER WACHOSKI
What?

MAN
(shouting)
Something to drink?

The clicking and clacking of the train on the track fades away.

OFFICER WACHOSKI
We really should check out the crime scene.

OFFICER SMITH
What have you got?

The Man walks over to the fridge and opens the door. Only the beer and milk sit inside.

MAN
Beer?

OFFICER SMITH
Sure, I’ll take one.

OFFICER WACHOSKI
We really shouldn’t be drinking on the job.

The Man hands each of the officers a can of beer.

OFFICER SMITH
It’s just one beer.

Officer Smith pops the tab and holds it in her hand. Officer Wachoski reluctantly pulls the tab. He takes one small sip.

MAN
You know I don’t mind going to the station. It’d be no trouble at all.

Officer Smith takes a step closer to the Man.

OFFICER SMITH
You said you didn’t get a good look. Don’t worry about it. Honestly, most of the time we never end up catching these crooks.

Officer Smith wanders into the kitchenette. She sets her beer down on the counter. She sees the bowl of ramen.

OFFICER SMITH (CONT'D)
Ramen for dinner, huh?

MAN
Oh, yeah.

OFFICER SMITH
What flavor?

MAN
Uh, pork.

OFFICER WACHOSKI
Maybe we should get going.

OFFICER SMITH
You’re always in a rush Wachoski. You have to learn to be less uptight.

Officer Smith sees the Pathmark bag next to the ramen.

OFFICER SMITH (CONT'D)
You didn’t get anything better from the store?

MAN
What was that?

Officer Smith looks over at the Man who stands rocking back and forth on his feet next to Officer Wachoski.

OFFICER SMITH
You have a grocery bag over here.

MAN
No, I didn’t get any food.

Officer Smith reads the logo on the bag.

OFFICER SMITH
Pathmark. The one on sixtieth?

MAN
Uh, yeah.

The Man starts to pace back and forth in front of the bed.

OFFICER WACHOSKI
Wasn’t that the store that was just robbed?

OFFICER SMITH
You’re right, Wachoski.

Officer Smith looks over at the Man.

The Man stops pacing. He faces Officer Smith.

OFFICER SMITH (CONT'D)
You see anything?

MAN
No, I don’t know. Maybe I missed it. It’s a big store.

Officer Wachoski frantically searches through his notepad.

OFFICER WACHOSKI
Witnesses described the robber as 5’8”, scruffy facial hair, and shaggy brown hair.

Officer Wachoski looks over at Officer Smith who in turn looks the Man up and down.

OFFICER SMITH
Looks a little like you, huh?

MAN
Uh, I, maybe...

OFFICER SMITH
Mind if I take a look in this bag?

The Man gestures pathetically.

MAN
Uh...

Officer Smith opens the grocery bag and peers inside. Inside, bills and coins jumble together.

OFFICER SMITH
Shit.

Officer Smith glances up at the Man. The Man stands silent and still in front of her.

OFFICER SMITH (CONT'D)
You’re gonna have to come down to the station with us. Wachoski, put the cuffs on him.

Officer Wachoski cuffs the Man.

Officer Smith opens the door. Officer Wachoski holds the Man’s arm and leads him out. Officer Smith follows behind.

EXT. STREET - NIGHT
Officer Wachoski leads the Man across the street. Blinking white lights flash from the police vehicle.

As they walk, they pass the silver Honda Civic. The Man looks over at the car. The window of the passenger’s side is perfectly intact. No crowbar lies in the street, no shards of glass glint from the ground.

The street lamp casts a yellow halo on the entire scene.
FADE OUT.

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The Thief - short screenplay

Created: Jan 12, 2010

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