Tutorial Week Five – Script writing
In our Analytical Reading and Writing Tut, we were challenged to write the beginning of a script for a new “Final Destination” film, set on UWS campus. The idea was to get us to practice writing transitions and working the idea of ‘choices’ into our storylines. I found this to be decidedly challenging – not the content so much as the style. Script-writing seemed cramped and unweildly to me, because I’m so used to writing prose. Still, I managed a passable attempt, which follows.
My Final Destination Script:
University of Western Sydney Campus, late afternoon. The sky is hidden by a low bank of cloud cover, stormy, tumultuous, a cold, blustery wind sweeps across the campus, blowing leaves and debris across the ground. The few trees lean and creak. A light in the building flickers insistently, eerily. There are only a few students left, walking quickly to wherever they’re going. The colour scheme is grey, cold.
Character name: ELLE [long, straight blonde hair, is sitting on a bench by herself, hair is blown and tangled by the wind, looks cold, unhappy, has an iPod in her ears, texting on her phone, sighs]
Enter JAKE: [Jock type, baseball jersey, jeans, joggers, cocky]
ELLE: You’re late. [accusingly]
Lightning flickers across the sky, thunder rolls ominously, matching ELLE’s annoyed expression.
JAKE: [shrugs casually, smirks] Yeah, so what? There was traffic. C’mon.
ELLE: [stands, gives him a glare, but kisses him before taking his hand] Are the others here?
JAKE: Sure. Damn it’s cold. You got everything?
ELLE: [pulls out a bottle of wine] Yup. [grins]
Cut to the first floor of EA, where a group of five or six teenagers wait, all carrying bottles of alcohol, laughing and teasing each other, boys laughing loudly, girls trying to shush them, looking nervous and excited.
ELLE: Shut up guys, you’re going to get us caught. [worriedly, she’s obviously not the leader of the group]
KATE: [laughs at her, presses the button on the lift] Lighten up, we’re here for a party! [laughs again lightly]
Lift tings open, with a lot of laughing and jostling, the teenagers pile into the box, lift creaks and groans, over loaded sign pings on.
KATE: Too heavy! Someone’ll have to get out!
JAKE: Go on then Connor, bet it’s you!
Largish boy gets pushed out of the lift, despite his protests, they leave him to come down by himself later, when the lift reaches the bottom, the group emerges, laughing, into a large basement-type room, lots of pipes twisting along the ceiling, clearly the boiler room, where the central heating for the building is located.
KATE: Ugh, it reeks down here. [waving her hand in front of her face, wrinkling her nose]
RANDOM TEEN: Girls, relax. It’s just been closed up too long. [throwing out blankets on the floor to sit on, others are putting down the bottles of alcohol]
ELLE: [hovers nervously] Doesn’t that smell like gas to you guys? I’m not sure about this, what if we get caught?
JAKE: [laughs] Relax, nerdette. No one ever comes down here. We’ll be fine.
The group settle down on the blankets, starting to open the bottles, laughing and joking with each other, their laughter echoing off the walls, ELLE continues to look uncomfortable. She notices water dripping from one of the pipes. KATE puts her hand down in the puddle and squeals with disgust, wiping it on another boy’s sleeve. Cut to a shot of the boiler, the pressure gauge is climbing and gas is hissing from a join in one of the pipes Everything gains a strange edge, like the feeling you get when you’re dizzy. One of the boys pulls out a cigarette.
ELLE: Maybe you shouldn’t light that down here. That’s a gas boiler over there. [hesitantly]
BOY: [laughs] You reckon the fat old blokes that work down here don’t have a fag every now and then? You’re makin’ mountains outta molehills, or whatever that damn saying is.
KATE: C’mon Elle, don’t be a spoil sport!
BOY lights cigarette, takes a deep breath. The ash glows red for a minute. Cut to the gas leak, then back to the cigarette as the ash, glowing, falls. The gas ignites with a whoosh, engulfing the boy who screams as he catches on fire. The flames catch into the alcohol spilt as they all jump up, trying to run away, the flames spread until they get back to the boiler, which explodes, sending shrapnel flying into KATE’s head, another bit slices through JAKE’s arm, the explosion engulfs the rest of the group, cut back to the elevator, ELLE gasping, looking pale, distressed, but she braces herself and enters the lift – repeat sequence, CONNOR gets out of lift, etc. This time when the water starts dripping, ELLE looks afraid, when KATE wipes it on the boy, she starts to look panicked. BOY pulls out cigarette and she jumps to her feet
ELLE: Don’t light that! There’s a gas leak, don’t light it! [hysterical, grabs JAKE and tries to drag him out, starting to cry] Get up! Get out! Come on! [kids are looking at her like she’s crazy]
JAKE: Elle, what’s going on with you? Calm down. [but stands up, KATE stands up as well, a couple of other kids hesitantly get to their feet, ELLE screaming, drags them all out, a few stay behind, the BOY lights a cigarette just as they get out of the lift and there’s an explosion]
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