Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Blowback - An Original Screenplay by Cam Flanagan - 2014 Skyway Second Place Winner



BLOWBACK



an original screenplay



by



Cam Flanagan




Contact:
Cam Flanagan

18930 West Rose Avenue, Mundelein, IL 60060

1-858-848-9959

thecamflanagan@gmail.com





BLOWBACK


FADE IN:

INT NIGHT BEDROOM DIM

SARAH is sitting up in bed, her LAPTOP warming her bare legs; her robe warms the rest of her.  She bites her lip, swallows hard, scowls, types franticly and stops - twice; hitting delete both times.


SARAH
(to herself)
Don’t do it.   

She views the profile of a handsome man, smiles, then closes out the page and pushes her laptop away in disgust.
RICK
(from a distant room)
Honey, come downstairs,
I finished that song I
was working on.

SARAH
I’ll be right there.  

As Sarah drags herself off the bed, her THREE KIDS run into the room and swarm around her like paparazzi.

KIDS
(all three at once)
Mom,momma,mommy,  
momma,momma,mom!  

Sarah walks in a daze through the shrieking, jumping kids with all of them pulling on her robe.

She stops at the door, pulls her CELL PHONE from her pocket and begins typing.

The words show she’s texting her friend MAGGIE.  The text rolls out: This is killing me.


DISOLVE TO:

INT NIGHT DINING ROOM DIM

RICK plays the GUITAR and sings a melodious love song to SARAH, pouring his heart out.  His strumming and singing drowns out the muffled DIN OF CHILDREN PLAYING two rooms away.

Sarah smiles sheepishly, sipping a glass of bourbon.  On the table there are FIVE DIRTY PLATES and the remnants of a dinner that included SWEET POTATO FRIES.  As Sarah drifts away, lost somewhere, a TEXT NOTIFICATION from her phone jolts her, causing Rick to stop playing.

She frantically grabs the PHONE from her pocket to see who it is.  The joy and then disappointment on her face at what she reads are both profound.

Rick’s has a crushed look and sad eyes.

RICK
(making eye contact with Sarah)
I want a divorce.       

The DIN OF CHILDREN PLAYING STOPS, Rick gets up and walks away.  Sarah, in shock, stares blankly at her husband leaving the room.  She watches him grab his jacket off the coat rack, open the front door and walk out.

Looking down at her phone Sarah blurts a sickly laugh with tears.

The text message from Maggie reads: You love your husband Sarah.
FADE OUT:

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