Thought I'd go ahead and make a thread for this script. It's for a very large contest that will be happening in a few weeks. I will post a few pages at a time, because that's the speed at which I am writing it. It will be around 90-100 in total. Here's the logline:
A stereotypical, quirky Manic Pixie Dream Girl is thrust into the world of drug dealing so she can pay the bills, and ends up becomes a kingpin.
INT. PSYCHIATRISTíS OFFICE - DAY
The tick-tock of a grandfather clock is the only sound in the room. No decorating show could ever hope to save this room. A row of framed documents on the wall reads things like ďDr. West Ph.DĒ.
Okay... Okay... Letís do this shit.
DR. WEST, who looks more like an aging gym teacher than a shrink, sits behind his desk, staring intently at it. On the desk, we see a nice, little line of cocaine.
Dr. West drops his face onto the desk, and quickly snorts the line, shooting his head back up. His eyes are almost as wide as he is.
Thereís a knock on the door.
DR. WEST (CONTíD)
H-hmm?! Yes, yes! Come in!
The door opens, and thereís ETHAN. Curly hair and pale skin, Ethan has a childlike appearance that shifts between cute and awkward. Heís wearing a stuffy button down, but hide your daughters, because the sleeves are rolled up.
This kid is so nervous he looks like heís the one who just snorted.
Here for my...appointment, Dr. West?
The doctor is a little too alert.
Right! Well, take a seat already. Before I get any older and uglier.
Ethan flicks one of those drinky-birds on the doctorís shelf.
Is there something wrong with me, Doc? Like, on a psyche level?
Thatís what weíre here to figure out, kid.
edited 25th Mar '12 5:18:41 PM by Saturn