Summer Soul

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INT. PATRICK’S APARTMENT - DAY


 


Pan of small STUDIO room. It is so hot that the air looks thick. City NOISES can be heard from out the window. PATRICK sits up in bed panting. MARIE is also panting heavily, as she pushes her hair out of her face. Both are drenched in sweat.


 


PATRICK


Wanna smoke?


 


Marie doesn’t respond, but rather turns her head to the only window in the room, still breathing heavily.


 


Patrick pushes himself out of bed and grabs a cigarette from the table next to him. He puts it in his mouth, unlit, and walks over to the window, completely naked.


 


MARIE


Grab me a Coke, Paddy darling.


 


PATRICK


July is unbearable. August is unbearable. December is unbearable. It’s all unbearable.


 


Patrick walks over to a small yellow fridge eand grabs a bottle of Coke. He tosses it to Marie, and then turns on the radio. A JACKSON BROWN song can be lightly heard.


 


MARIE


I don’t think there’s nothing wrong


with a little heat in our lives, Patrick.


 


PATRICK


I’m not talking about the heat,


Marie.


 


MARIE


Oh don’t be so dramatic.


 


PATRICK


I just find it hard to be here, you


know?


 


Patrick pulls on a pair of pants and lights his cigarette.


 


He grabs his GUITAR, which is standing near the window and tunes it, propping it against his knee.


 


He walks over to the window and pushes it open. Patrick’s POV down to the street below and ELDERLY MAN playing a SAX. Patrick strums along to the song the elderly man is playing.


 


PATRICK


You want me to pick you up at the


club after your show tonight?


 


Patrick continues to play as he speaks.


 


MARIE


No, sweetie. I think I’m going out


with some friends.


 


PATRICK


Where are you going?


 


He never looks at Marie, but rather continues to gaze out the window.


 


MARIE


Oh, around. Gary is in town and


he’s dying to meet everyone.


 


PATRICK


Gary?


 


MARIE


Yeah, the promoter.


 


Patrick stops playing. He sets his guitar back up against the wall and leans on the window sill.


 


Marie sets the bottle of Coke on the table. She gets up and gathers her clothes, quickly dressing.


 


MARIE


Listen, sweetie. I’ve got some


business to take care of. I won’t be able to see your show tomorrow night, but you’ll have others, you know?


 


PATRICK


Why can’t we have a baby?


 


Marie does not skip a beat.


 


MARIE (laughs)


Can you really see me as a mother?


 


PATRICK


I want more than THIS, Marie.


 


Patrick finally turns around to face Marie, but she


continues to get ready, never looking back at him.


 


MARIE


I think THIS is just fine,


sweetie. Now I need to get going. Here’s a little something for the show tomorrow.


 


Marie drops a few dollars into a COOKIE JAR. She rushes out the door.


 


Patrick angrily tosses his cigarette out the window.


 


EXT. PARK - DAY


 


Patrick sits on a park bench writing in a beat-up notebook. The park is crowded with PEOPLE.


 


DONNA sits down next to him on the bench. She starts to read a book, but keeps glancing over at Patrick and what he is writing.


 


Finally, he notices her.


 


Donna blushes and smiles at him.


 


PATRICK


I think you might be the first


person to be interested in my work.


 


DONNA


What are you writing?


 


PATRICK


Oh I don’t know, some poems, songs,


things like that.


 


DONNA


I met a famous novelist once at a


bar.


 


PATRICK


This is a little different.


 


DONNA


He used to camp all the way up in


the mountains for months on end, just to get inspiration.


 


PATRICK


  Parks are fine for me.


 


DONNA


Once he stayed in this rickety


shack for 2 years straight. Made three million dollars in one week!


 


Patrick rolls his eyes and continues writing.


 


DONNA


Anything good?


 


PATRICK


What?


 


DONNA


 What you’re writing... is it


anything good?


 


PATRICK


I don’t really think about it. I


guess if I thought what I wrote was good or bad, I’d probably not write anymore.


 


DONNA


Fascinating!


 


Donna’s tone is a forced enthusiasm.


 


Patrick closes his notebook. He turns to face smiling ear to ear.


 


INT. PATRICK’S APARTMENT - DAY


 


Patrick and Donna are laying in bed together. The HUM of the FAN and the radio can be heard with indistinguishable soul music playing.


 


DONNA


So what do you do?


 


 


PATRICK


I play piano in a band. Sometimes guitar, sometimes bass, sometimes I dance.


(laughs)


I do whatever I can


to get by.


 


DONNA


I think that sounds


exciting! Playing clubs, all the 


music - you must get beautiful


women at your heels all the time.


 


Donna keeps her forced enthusiasm. She has a smile on her face the entire time.


 


Donna rolls over to face Patrick and draws circles on his chest with her fingers.


 


Patrick laughs uncomfortably.


 


PATRICK


 It’s not really all that


glamorous. I barely get by.


 


DONNA


Hmmm.


 


Donna is looking intensely at Patrick and doesn’t seem to notice his last comment.


 


PATRICK


This is nice though.


 


Patrick grabs Donna and kisses her. 


 


INT. PATRICK’S APARTMENT - NIGHT


 


Patrick wakes up to an empty room. He sits up quickly and looks around. LIVE MUSIC is playing outside his window.


 


PATRICK


Donna?


 


He gets up and looks around the room. He opens the cookie jar.


 


It’s empty.


 


Patrick grabs the cookie jar and throws it against the wall. It SHATTERS.


 


INT. PATRICK’S APARTMENT - DAY


 


It is a hot summer day, and the sound of a FAN in blowing and MUSIC from the RADIO is playing softly.


 


He starts to hum to himself and bobs his head back and forth, dancing to the music. He gradually works up to bigger movements and then sings loudly.


 


MARIE enters the apartment. Patrick stops abruptly.


 


MARIE


Hello, darling.


 


Marie moves over to the stove and starts to boil water. Patrick watches her.


 


He moves over to the window and looks out. He lights his cigarette. Patrick’s POV of empty street below.


 


PATRICK


Listen, Marie.


 


Patrick runs his fingers through his hair nervously.


 


PATRICK (CONTINUED)


Sweetie, it’s not the end of the


world.


 


Marie slams down a pot.


 


PATRICK


We - we can try again.


 


MARIE (laughs)


Oh sure.


 


Marie walks over to the bed and falls face forward into the to pillows.


 


She rolls over onto her side and places both hands on her stomach.


 


MARIE


It’s too much, Patrick.


 


Patrick sits on the edge of the bed. He puts a hand on her shoulder, but does not look at her.


 


PATRICK


I think it’s a good thing, you


know? We can move now. I think New York will be better for us.


 


MARIE (moans)


I don’t WANT to move! I like it here. I like the club.


 


PATRICK


But I thought that, you know, after


all this - I thought we could settle down.


 


MARIE (laughs)


Oh? Settle down with your - your music? How does that work?


 


Patrick stands up, turns off the radio and walks over to his guitar. He picks it up and sits down in a ROCKING CHAIR.


Patrick rocks back and forth in the chair and strums the guitar very gently.


 


He closes his eyes and sings softly along with the guitar one of his ORIGINAL SONGS.


 


Marie stays laying still facing away from Patrick. Close up on her face. Marie looks sad, but quickly gets annoyed with listening to Patrick’s song.


 


Marie sits up in bed and looks at Patrick.


 


MARIE


Must you play that depressing song


right now?


 


Patrick stops playing and sets his guitar down.


 


PATRICK


Marie, I can take care of you.


 


MARIE


I don’t need anyone to take care of


me. I can take care of myself and anything else that may or may not come along!


 


Marie quickly gets up and heads for the door.


 


PATRICK


Where are you going?


 


MARIE


I need to walk.


 


Patrick heads to the door.


 


MARIE (CONTINUED)


No.


 


Marie SLAMS the door in Patrick’s face.


 


EXT. CAFE - DAY Patrick writes in his notebook.


 


He stops and looks around the cafe. It is crowded with PEOPLE.


A couple of small CHILDREN run around and underneath the tables. Their MOTHERS are completely wrapped up in conversation.


 


DONNA emerges from the inside of the cafe. Patrick stares at her and she sees him. She pleasantly smiles and walks over to him.


 


DONNA


Small town, ain’t it?


 


Patrick takes a sip of his coffee and leans back in his chair.


 


DONNA


Listen, I’m sorry. I really needed


the money. You know how it is, don’t you?


 


PATRICK


No.


 


For the first time, Donna’s smile goes away. She looks around the cafe, worried.


 


DONNA


 How’s your music coming along?


 


Donna pulls his notebook closer and he grabs it away from her.


 


PATRICK


This was all a mistake.


 


He throws some money on the table and leaves.


 


Donna chases after him, trying to not make too much of a scene.


 


DONNA


Can’t we just talk for a while?


 


Patrick turns around violently and grabs her arm.


 


PATRICK


You were a mistake.


 


Donna gasps and Patrick quickly walks away.


 


EXT. NIGHTCLUB - NIGHT


 


Patrick stands outside a NIGHTCLUB smoking a cigarette. The ground is WET, indicating rain, and the air is COOL.


 


There is a variety of different PEOPLE loitering around the entrance to the club, must most are dressed in their BEST ATTIRE.


 


Marie walks up with GARY and TWO WOMEN. They are all laughing loudly and talking.


 


Patrick makes eye contact with Marie and her face becomes serious. She breaks away from Gary and the women and stands with Patrick.


 


PATRICK


Nice night.


 


MARIE


Very nice.


 


Both stand in silence for a beat.


 


MARIE (CONTINUED)


Will you watch me tonight?


 


Marie looks up to Patrick with a vulnerable expression. He smiles at her.


 


PATRICK


I’m here every night, aren’t I?


 


INT. NIGHTCLUB - NIGHT


 


The club is very CROWDED and SMOKEY. It is DIMLY LIT, but the room still SPARKLES.


 


PEOPLE are sitting at TABLES and at the BAR. There are several COUPLES dancing on the WOODEN DANCE FLOOR that is positioned near the STAGE.


 


A JAZZ BAND is playing lively music on the stage. The EMCEE walks over to the mic.


 


EMCEE


Hello ladies and gentlemen we have


our lovely Miss Marie Nettles with


us again tonight after a little hiatus.


 


Crowd cheers.


 


EMCEE (CONTINUED)


Let’s give her a big welcome and


show her how much we’ve missed her!


 


Crowd cheers louder as Marie takes the stage.


 


Patrick stands, leaning against a column near the center of the room.


 


The room is so full there are no tables or chairs to sit at, and many people are standing to watch the show.


 


Marie stands in front of the mic and SINGS a beautiful BALLAD. Her voice quiets the entire room as they listen to her every word.


M


arie sways back and forth as she sings, and it is clear that this is where she is most comfortable and natural. Her eyes sparkle as the song peaks.


 


Patrick stands listening to her with his eyes closed. The music SOUND DISSOLVES into Gary’s voice talking loudly with the bartender in the back.


 


Patrick opens his eyes and makes a snarl on his face. He adjusts himself to focus back on Marie.


 


When the song ends, Patrick exits the nightclub.


 


INT. PATRICK’S APARTMENT - NIGHT


 


Marie enters the apartment.


 


MARIE


Hello, dar--


 


She stops abruptly as she realizes the room is very dark.


 


She slowly takes off her coat and walks around the room, searching for Patrick.


 


When she realizes he is not there, she absentmindedly pushes open the window and looks out. The ELDERLY MAN is playing his SAX, but the street is quiet below.


 


Marie takes in a deep breath and lays down in the bed, fully dressed.


 


CLOSE UP on Marie’s face and tears running down her cheeks.


 


QUICK CUT


 


EXT. STREET CORNER - NIGHT


 


Patrick stands playing his guitar and singing along. His beat up guitar case is laying open in front of him, and there are a few dollars laying inside.


 


The street is quiet because it is very late. A FEW PEOPLE walk by now and then. Some drop a few coins into the guitar case.


 


FADE OUT


 

Created: Jan 25, 2011

Tags: artist, music, screenplay, summer

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