a 30-minute film script written by Corey Young
EXT. DON’S HOUSE - EARLY AFTERNOON
INT. DON’S LOUNGE - NIGHT (FLASHBACK)
CARD: The Night Before - 11.05 PM
The front door leads directly to the lounge room, and the lounge room is a sty. The room is furnished with a couch and table only. A phone and an answering machine sit on the table and a television sits on the side of the room opposite the couch. A stereo with large speakers is beside it. The carpet is in need of a good vacuum. Random CD’s, books and magazines lay on the floor, the table and on top of the TV. The room is dark and empty, until the front door opens and Don enters, drunk and enraged. Don switches on the light to the room, and a dim bulb comes to life, barely illuminating a thing. Don slams the front door behind him and angrily walks to the couch. He sits, his body tight and compressed, his hands fixed to his knees. Don exhales in a vain attempt to calm himself. On the table is the TV remote. Don grabs it and turns the television on. Within seconds he switches it back off and throws the remote at it. Don eyes around the room hopelessly before standing. He exits the lounge room, but promptly returns, bottle of vodka and empty glass in hand. Again, Don sits on the couch. He fixes himself a glass of vodka and holds it up. Without a second thought, he sculls the drink and sets the glass down to the table hard. Don retrieves his packet of cigarettes and lighter from his pocket. After placing a cigarette in his mouth, he goes to light it.
EXT. DON’S HOUSE - EARLY AFTERNOON (END FLASHBACK) INT. DON’S LOUNGE - EARLY AFTERNOON
MESSAGE: “We had the two hottest girls at the whole formal. Merry Christmas, Don. From Justin.”
Don sits down with both the frame and picture still in hand. He examines the photo a little longer before placing it on the table, upside down. Don then puts the frame on top of it. His eyes fix on the answering machine again and after a few moments of contemplation, Don presses the play button.
The house is relatively small and aged. It is not a well-maintained structure by any means, though it isn’t a dilapidated sty either. The front door opens slowly, and from the house steps DON, a 20 year-old male. His hair is a mess and he is wearing the same clothes he slept in. Don is completely absorbed in his own thoughts as he closes the front door behind him. He sits on the step that leads to the door and retrieves a packet of cigarettes from his right pocket. He takes out a cigarette and places it in his mouth before returning the packet to his pocket. From the same pocket, Don takes a lighter and lights the cigarette. He draws back heavily on it as he puts his lighter away. The weather is deceptive. The sun shines, yet a chilling breeze blows softly. Don’s knees shake slightly as he looks outward. After a few tokes of his smoke, Don picks himself up and wanders slowly out onto his small yard of grass. Don observes his neighbours homes from where he stands. He looks to his left and then to his right. The street is empty and it seems Don could very well be the only person there. He finishes his cigarette and drops it at his feet, before stubbing it out with his foot. Don turns back toward his house and, just as slowly as he walked away from it, returns. He gets to the door and puts his hand to the knob, but before he goes to turn it, he stops and looks downward. Don breathes in heavily.
Don is still eyeing downward, leaning on the door with his head. A few moments pass before he composes himself and opens the front door. He enters the house.
When Don enters his house, the first thing he sees is the bottle of vodka from last night. Only a quarter of the drink remains, and the bottle still sits on the table. Don walks over to the table and grabs the bottle. He opens it and takes an unhealthy swig of the liquor. He wipes his mouth afterwards, but seems completely unphased by the strong taste. Don sets the bottle back on the table, but while he is bent over, his eyes fix on the answering machine. The number “2” flashes on a small screen, indicating the amount of messages. Don watches the digit flash a few times before standing straight. Right ahead of him, on the wall, is a framed photo from his HIGH SCHOOL FORMAL. In the photo, Don is wearing a brown suit and wide smile as his arm rests over the shoulder of his girlfriend, LESLIE. Leslie beams excitedly, looking beautiful in an expensive formal dress. Beside the happy couple are another pair. Don’s best friend, JUSTIN (also wearing a tuxedo), and Justin’s then-girlfriend, CHRISTINA. Christina also looks beautiful in her dress, though it is not as extravagant as Leslie’s. In his lounge room, Don grabs the picture from off the wall and examines it. After a few moments, he turns the frame over and pulls the picture out of it. Don reads a handwritten message that is on the back of the photo.
CARD: The Night Before - 11.32 PM
Don is sitting on the couch, in relative darkness. He pours himself a fresh glass of vodka as the phone rings. At first, the sound startles Don. His eyes fix on the phone, but even when he has finished pouring his glass, he doesn’t make an attempt to answer the call. He just lets the answering machine do it for him.
LESLIE (ANSWERING MACHINE)
(interrupting)
Hey!
DON (ANSWERING MACHINE)
But if you’d like to leave a message, I’ll be sure
to get back to you after she’s ravaged me.
INT. DON’S LOUNGE - EARLY AFTERNOON (END FLASHBACK)
Don continues staring at the answering machine from his sitting position as the second message starts.
INT. DON’S KITCHEN - EARLY AFTERNOON
Don reservedly approaches what lays on the kitchen floor. He then kneels wearily. He gazes at this thing for a sustained period before the sound of a car driving through the street brings Don out of his trance. He stands and goes to the window, which is just above the sink. Don peers through it and watches as the car moves up the street and then turns left, driving away. Once it is out of view, Don appraises the small stack of dirty dishes on the sink. Don thinks for a moment.
INT. DON’S LOUNGE - NIGHT (FLASHBACK)
CARD: That Morning - 1.14 AM
Don is laying on his couch, with the light in the room now off. His eyes are closed and the bottle of vodka has only a quarter of it’s contents remaining. Don is incredibly inebriated and close to being passed out. The phone rings. The silence of the room causes the ringing phone to sound extremely loud. Don’s eyes open, startled. The call goes to the machine. Don and Leslie’s lead-in message plays before the beep. Leslie, drunk and crying, leaves a message.
INT. DON’S KITCHEN - EARLY AFTERNOON (END FLASHBACK)
Don stands at the kitchen sink, staring at the dishes. A few moments pass before he turns the hot water tap on. He puts his hand under the water and waits for it to get hot before turning the cold water tap slightly. As the water pours, Don bends and opens a cupboard door which is under the sink. He takes a bottle of dish washing liquid, opens it and pours some into the sink, at the exact spot the water is streaming into. Once the sink is full, Don turns off both taps. He puts all the dirty dishes in the water, then grabs most of the dirty cutlery and does the same. Now there is only one dirty object that is not submerged. It is a knife. There is blood on the blade and underneath it, there are a couple of drops. Don stares at the knife for a moment, entranced. His trance is broken, however, when he hears a voice.
INT. / EXT. DON’S LOUNGE / DON’S HOUSE - MORNING (FLASHBACK)
CARD: That Morning - 10.35 AM
Don is asleep on the couch. His head is still buried under the pillow that he retreated to after hearing Leslie’s message. The doorbell rings, waking him. With a tired hand, he pulls the cushion off his head and drops it beside the couch. He moans lightly as the doorbell rings again. Don pushes himself up and then gets to his feet. He puts his hand to his forehead and keeps it there as he winces. Don walks delicately to the front door and opens it. Standing on the step, looking as if she’s barely slept a wink, is Leslie. Don stares at her coldly, her appearance instantly bringing back the pain of the night before. Leslie’s bottom lip quivers and tears well in her eyes. Silence lingers for a time before Leslie collapses onto Don with a hug. She clutches him tightly as Don just stands, staring past her.
LESLIE (CONT’D)
In three years I’ve never cheated on you.
You’re the only person I’ve slept with,
you’re the only boyfriend I’ve ever had. I love you.
DON
You love me? You love me? Well, that’s
great, isn’t it? That sure means a lot when
you’re speaking with the same tongue that
I saw in my best friend’s mouth! What kind
of love is that? I can’t believe you have the
audacity to call me in the middle of the night,
to come to my bloody house in the morning
and tell me that you love me after what happened at the party!
DON
Yeah, you accidentally went into a room with
him by yourself and accidentally stayed there
so long that I had to come looking for you!
How do you mistakenly kiss someone? Was
he wearing a mask with my face on it?
LESLIE
I was drunk!
DON
What a great excuse! The second that alcohol touches
your lips, you suddenly become a different person and
can’t be held responsible for your own actions, huh?
What kind of logic is that?
LESLIE
Please...
DON
Get out of my house!
INT. DON’S KITCHEN – MORNING
Don stands over the sink, his hands gripping it hard. He is breathing heavily, awash with anger. Leslie enters behind him, keeping a safe distance.
DON
Don’t turn this onto me.
LESLIE
It won’t ever happen again.
DON
It shouldn’t have happened a first time.
LESLIE
I know, but it did.
INT. DON’S KITCHEN - EARLY AFTERNOON (END FLASHBACK)
Don stares at Leslie, whom he thought was dead. She lays on the ground, her eyes barely open, her chest bloody.
LESLIE
Ambulance.
INT. DON’S LOUNGE - EARLY AFTERNOON
Don enters, panicked. He goes to the phone and goes to grab it, but stops. He sits on the couch and gazes at the phone. He buries his head in his hands and his breathing becomes increasingly heavy. After a few moments, he takes his head from his hands and grabs the phone. He dials 000 and holds the receiver to his ear.
INT. DON’S KITCHEN - EARLY AFTERNOON
Don walks toward Leslie, but stops a few paces away. Leslie struggles to look at him.
DON
Go away!
JUSTIN (O.S.)
I will. Once you hear me out.
DON
Go away!
JUSTIN (O.S.)
I’ll wait here as long as it takes.
EXT. / INT. DON’S HOUSE / DON’S LOUNGE - EARLY AFTERNOON
Don goes to the door. He leans into it, resting his head. With his head against the door, he begins turning the knob. From outside, we see him open the door to JUSTIN (a 20 year old male). Justin is wearing casual clothes and appears recently showered. He has a black eye and is physically bigger than Don.
DON
Why?
JUSTIN
I don’t know, man. I just did.
JUSTIN
You’ve been with Leslie for three years, man.
Don’t let one stupid kiss ruin everything. If
you’ve got to hate someone, hate me.
DON
I do.
DON
Can you go now?
JUSTIN
Was that Leslie?
LESLIE (O.S.)
Help!
INT. DON’S KITCHEN - EARLY AFTERNOON
Justin is getting up and turning from a kneeling position beside Leslie. He is heading out of the kitchen when Don enters. In a hurried, violent moment, Don raises the broken bottle and begins to bring it down hard at Justin’s chest.
After a few moments of darkness, we return to the scene. Don stands over two bodies in the kitchen. Justin and Leslie aren’t moving. Justin has four stab wounds on his chest. Leslie still has just the one but she has finally passed out. Don stares, traumatized and shocked. He drops the bloody broken bottle and it smashes to pieces on the floor. Don turns away, his gaze vacant. He slowly stumbles out of the kitchen.
INT. DON’S LOUNGE - EARLY AFTERNOON
Don stumbles to the front door and steps out, closing it behind him.
EXT. DON’S HOUSE - EARLY AFTERNOON
Still gazing vacantly, Don sits on the doorstep. He is shaking. Six seconds pass by before Don tentatively reaches inside his pocket and pulls out his lighter and packet of cigarettes. He pulls a cigarette from the packet and returns the packet to his pocket. He then puts the cigarette in his mouth. Don raises the lighter to the cigarette, his hand shaking with increasing intensity. The lighter falls from his fingers. He looks down at it, his lips now quivering. The cigarette falls from his mouth and lands near the lighter. He just stares at the ground, shaking. After a few more silent moments, Don buries his head in his hands.
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