tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76551292011-12-08T20:12:31.177-08:00A screenplay.WBnoreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7655129.post-1090688105169520912004-08-24T09:50:00.000-07:002005-12-25T07:31:40.983-08:00

Welcome Google stalkers and screenplay hunters. I've stopped posting THE WRONG ONES. If you want to read the script in its entirety, write me and I’ll happily send it to you as a PDF.Yours,WB

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EXT. - RURAL MISSOURI - DAYThe car pulls onto the interstate. A green sign tells them TULSA...183 MILES. A sheaf of papers flies out the window of the car. INT. - TIM'S CARSophie sits backwards in her seat, pulling school things out of her backpack, naming them, and flinging them out the window.SOPHIE...Vocabulary quiz...P.S.A.T. application....Spanish Workbook..."Man's Unfinished Journey"....

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INT. - TIM'S HOUSE - MORNINGThe doorbell at Tim's house rings. Mrs. Thompson calls from the kitchen--MRS. THOMPSON Tim! Get the door!Tim answers the door toothbrush in hand, mouth filled with toothpaste. Sophie is standing on the front stoop, looking scared, a backpack over her shoulder.SOPHIEHi, Tim. TIMHi. What's going on? I was just getting ready. Come in.SOPHIEI'm sorry. I wouldn't do

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INT. - PANCHO VILLA'S - DAYThe kitchen of Pancho Villa's, Mexican fast food restaurant. Tim stuffs and wraps a burrito and passes it up front. Other KITCHEN STAFF sweat in paper uniforms over greasy beef, beans, and chicken. CASHIERS holler dinner orders from up front.From the back door, Sophie watches Tim. She collects herself, putting on a smile, and calls out--SOPHIETim! Ole!TIM (pleased

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INT. - BIOLOGY CLASS - NEXT DAYThe next day in biology class. Students are milling around; Ms. Crandall isn't there yet. Tim sits drums on his desk with two pens. Mitch creeps up behind him and shakes his chair--MITCHHey, have fun yesterday? Where's Sophie?TIMHi.MITCHYou have fun? What did you do with her? Did she tell you all about me?TIMYesterday? I drove her to Erie and back.

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INT. - THE THOMPSON HOUSE - NIGHTA Sears family portrait hangs on the wall of the Thompson living room. Tim, age twelve, looks trapped between his falsely smiling parents.Tim arrives home in his complete Pancho Villa's uniform, exhausted. His father, MARK THOMPSON, is sitting in the living room with a big teetering glass of scotch, watching PBS. Tim's entrance doesn't register on him.CLAIRE

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EXT. - MAIN ST., ERIE - DAY The car pulls into Erie, a town almost identical to the one they just left. SOPHIE Wait here a second, alright? Thanks. Sophie runs into the drug store. INT. - DRUG STORE - MOMENTS LATER A small, quaint drug store. Sophie enters, fingers a few magazines, scans the shelves, then strolls up to the register and shoves a home pregnancy test across the counter. The

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INT. - AT THE LOCKERS - LATER   Students crowd at their lockers, stuffing their bags with the night's homework, eager to leave school as quickly as possible.   Tim does the same, but slowly, watching Sophie through the crowd.   Sophie slings her backpack over her shoulder and heads for the exit.  Mitch chases after her.   MITCH Yo, Soph.  Wait up.  We're a couple, remember?    SOPHIE

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INT. - HALL - DAY   In a long corridor, Sophie joins the throng of STUDENTS pushing past each other trying to get to class.  She tears a flyer advertising an S.A.T. training course off the wall, as if by habit.   A handsome older student swoops up from behind and kisses her neck.  This is MITCH.   SOPHIE (without looking) Hi, Mitch.   He walks down the hall beside her.  She hands him

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FADE IN   EXT. - RURAL ROAD - NIGHT   Beside a rural road, somewhere in western Missouri, a convertible Mustang sits motionless, its front end wrapped around an old oak tree.   INSIDE THE MUSTANG   Reflected in the mirrored sunglasses of one of the passengers, flames burst from the hood of the Mustang.  A police siren sounds in the distance.   A fly lands on the wide collar of a second

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Here's a screenplay I wrote a while back.  I'll be posting a new scene every so often. Enjoy the read.

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