DON STEPPED OUTSIDE

a 30-minute film script written by Corey Young

EXT. DON’S HOUSE - EARLY AFTERNOON
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.

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)
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.

INT. DON’S LOUNGE - EARLY AFTERNOON
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.

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.

ANSWERING MACHINE
You have two messages. Message received at 11.32 PM.

INT. DON’S LOUNGE - NIGHT (FLASHBACK)

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.

DON (ANSWERING MACHINE)
Hey, you’ve called Don. I’m afraid Leslie has handcuffed me to the bed...

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.

The sound of Leslie laughing on the machine is audible. Then comes the beep.

JUSTIN
(leaving message)
Don, it’s Justin. (PAUSE) I don’t really know
what I can say, man. That was the stupidest thing
I’ve ever done and there’s no excuse for it. I
understand if you don’t want to speak to me again,
but (PAUSE) I don’t know. If there’s a way I can
fix this, I will. We’ve been friends forever, man,
and it’d kill me if tonight screwed it all up. (PAUSE)
If it’s any consolation, that punch got me good.
I’m getting a black eye. Don’t think I’ve ever seen
you get violent before. I deserved it, though. (PAUSE)
Anyway, man, I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?
I hope things can be all right.

While Justin leaves his message, Don stares at the answering machine, heartbroken and furious. Eventually he raises his glass and tips it a little, as if toasting the machine. Don then goes to scull again.

INT. DON’S LOUNGE - EARLY AFTERNOON (END FLASHBACK)
Don continues staring at the answering machine from his sitting position as the second message starts.

ANSWERING MACHINE
Message received at 1.14 AM.

Brought to action, Don promptly slams the “STOP” button on the answering machine with his palm. He sighs with relief and then looks to his right. Slowly, he gets up off the couch and walks to the open doorway to the right of it. This leads to the kitchen. Don stands motionless, staring at something that lays on the kitchen floor. We don’t see what it is, but it obviously has a huge affect on Don. He breathes in heavily before stepping into the kitchen.

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.

LESLIE
(leaving message)
Don, it’s Leslie. If you’re there, please pick up.
(PAUSE) Don, that kiss didn’t mean anything.
We were just messing around and, I don’t even
know how it happened, but I’m so sorry. Please
don’t hate me for this. Please. I love you. I... I’ll
come over tomorrow morning. I’ll make this right,
Don, I swear. I’ll do anything.

Leslie breaks down, her tears becoming hysterical. After a few prolonged moments of her crying, she hangs up. While listening to this, Don has been brought to tears also. When the message has ended, he buries his head under a cushion on the couch cries painfully.

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.

LESLIE (O.S.)
Don...

Don’s eyes widen with shock. He turns around to the source of the noise, slowly. His eyes fix on what lays on the kitchen floor. We still do not see what he is looking at.

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
(crying)
I’m so sorry.

Leslie kisses his cheek repeatedly, desperately, as Don continues to gaze ahead. Her kisses get closer to his lips, but before she can reach them, Don pushes her away fairly hard. She appears slightly shocked by his force. Meanwhile, he turns his back on her and re-enters the house. Leslie follows.

LESLIE
Don...

Don goes to the lounge room table and grabs the bottle of vodka. He sculls the remainder of the drink while Leslie watches, upset. She’s never seen Don like this before. Don places the empty bottle back on the table and sits on the couch.

LESLIE
Don... Don...

She goes to the couch and kneels beside Don, softly reaching for his right hand. She gets as far as a finger’s touch before Don pulls his hand away violently.

DON
Don’t touch me.

These words just bring more tears from Leslie.

LESLIE
Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to happen.
I was just so drunk and Justin started complimenting
me and we were laughing and... It was just one kiss, Don.
It was stupid and it didn’t mean anything and if I could
take it back, I would, but...

Don doesn’t even look at Leslie as she attempts to explain. He just stares at the blank television screen. With every word that comes from her mouth, Leslie becomes increasingly upset.

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.

This phrase has no effect on Don. He just remains silent as Leslie waits for him to speak.

LESLIE
Say something. Don, please. Talk to me.

Again, Leslie goes to grab Don’s hand, but this time when she touches him, he rises from the couch fiercely.

DON
Get your hands off me!

Leslie stands, her eyes never leaving Don.

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!

This verbal barrage is turning Leslie into a hysterical mess.

LESLIE
It was a mistake.

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?

Don picks up the empty vodka bottle.

DON
Oh, I’m drunk!

He carelessly throws the bottle into the air and it smashes down onto edge of the table, breaking in half.

DON
Not my fault. It was the booze.

Don eyes Leslie coldly.

DON (CONT’D)
You can’t say anything to make this okay, Leslie.
I hate you. Get out.

LESLIE
Please...

DON
Get out of my house!

As he says this, Don lunges forward at Leslie, becoming physically imposing. She cowers a little and, seeing this, Don moves back slightly. He is not accustomed to violent outbursts and his rage at this moment is alarming him. Don storms past Leslie and enters the kitchen.

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.

LESLIE
I don’t want to leave you, Don. I know
I messed up and you have every right to
hate me for it, but please don’t let this be it.

Leslie takes a step toward Don, who still stares into the sink, his right hand gripping hard near the dirty dishes and cutlery.

LESLIE (CONT’D)
Doesn’t our three years together mean anything?

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.

Leslie takes another step toward Don. She is right behind him.

LESLIE (CONT’D)
Please, Don, this can’t be it. I love you.

With those last three words, Leslie puts her arm on Don’s shoulder. Again, he rises violently. In one swift movement he turns brings his closed fist hard against Leslie’s chest. For a moment, they stop. Leslie’s expression turns to one of shock and pain. Don is expressionless. He steps back, his fist still closed. He is holding a knife. They look into each others eyes before Leslie drops backward. Don stares down at her, remaining expressionless.

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
Don. Help.

Don is visibly shaken, his trauma now becoming obvious.

DON
I’m sorry.

LESLIE
Ambulance.

Don stares, overwhelmed by the situation.

LESLIE
Please.

Don looks to the lounge room, then back to Leslie. He is emotionally breaking down, but has yet to shed a tear. He looks to the lounge room once again. Eventually he goes there.

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.

CALL ASSISTANT
Fire department, ambulance or police?

Don hangs up the phone, shaken.

DON
(to himself)
The police.

He sits for a moment, deep in stressed thought before standing. He slowly re-enters the kitchen.

INT. DON’S KITCHEN - EARLY AFTERNOON
Don walks toward Leslie, but stops a few paces away. Leslie struggles to look at him.

DON
I can’t.

Leslie’s eyes are frightened and strained. Don stares at her. He’s in an impossible situation. Quiet, long moments pass before the doorbell rings. Don jumps inside himself, startled. He tentatively turns away from Leslie. There are several knocks on the door.

JUSTIN (O.S.)
Don. It’s Justin.

Don turns to Leslie suddenly.

JUSTIN (O.S.)
Come on, man. Open the door.

Justin knocks on the door again. Don silently walks toward the sink. He leans in toward the window, to peer out. The first thing he sees is Justin standing on the doorstep, watching the kitchen window. Don backs away immediately, but it is too late. He has been seen. Again, Don looks at Leslie whose eyes are open a little wider than before.

JUSTIN (O.S.)
We have to talk, man.

Don again turns away from Leslie, looking in the direction of the door.

JUSTIN (O.S.)
I’m not going to leave until you at
least open the door.

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.

Don stops. He takes one last look at Leslie before slowly, guiltily leaving the kitchen.

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.

JUSTIN
Thank you.

Don stares at him nervously.

JUSTIN
I know you probably don’t want to see
me but there’s something I have to tell
you about last night. It was my fault.

Don’s eyes widen.

JUSTIN (CONT’D)
I started flirting with Leslie and when she
seemed to enjoy it, I didn’t stop.

Don’s eyes sharpen.Though his mind is still preoccupied with Leslie, this news serves to infuriate him.

JUSTIN (CONT’D)
I was drunk but that doesn’t change what I did.
I knew what I was doing was crap but I still did it anyway.

DON
Why?

JUSTIN
I don’t know, man. I just did.

Don looks downward, registering this information. Eventually his eyes fix on Justin.

DON
Why are you telling me this now?

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.

Silence ensues with both guys staring at each other. Then, Don remembers Leslie. His eyes become tense and he takes a step back.

JUSTIN
What’s wrong?

DON
Can you go now?

Justin sighs.

JUSTIN
Okay. (PAUSE) Don’t dump Leslie. You’ve
always said she’s the best thing you’ve got
going for you. Don’t screw it up because of me.

She was completely smashed last night.

DON
I’ve heard this argument already.

Justin is surprised at this comment.

JUSTIN
Have you seen her?

Don becomes noticeably nervous. He shakes his head and takes another step back, gripping the door as if to shut it.

DON
No. I... Just go, will you!

Justin eyes Don, disappointed. He appears to have decided on going when an anguished cry comes from the kitchen.

LESLIE (O.S.)
Help!

Both Don and Justin are startled. Don turns in the direction of the kitchen then hurriedly turns back to Justin. Don is speechless. Justin is shocked but unsure of exactly what the noise was.

JUSTIN
What was that?

Justin takes a step forward and Don tries to slam the door. Justin stops him and steps into the doorway. Don is becoming increasingly desperate.

DON
Go away!

JUSTIN
Was that Leslie?

LESLIE (O.S.)
Help!

Justin pushes past Don and barges into the house.

JUSTIN
What’s going on?

Justin comes to the kitchen doorway and stops dead, seeing Leslie laying on the floor. He turns to Don, completely aghast. Don’s expression is similar. A silent moment passes by before Don lunges at Justin. He tackles Justin to the lounge room floor and tries to swing a punch but it is blocked. Justin rolls over on top of Don and punches him hard three times in the face. He stops for a second before laying in one more punch for good measure. He gets up off Don and runs into the kitchen. We can hear his panicked noises as he checks on Leslie. Meanwhile, Don is laid out, hurt on the floor. His head rests near the broken vodka bottle which is also on the floor. With weak eyes, he sees the bottle.

JUSTIN (O.S.)
I’ll call an ambulance.

At the mere mention of this, Don’s hand reaches out and grabs the top half of the bottle by the neck. He pushes himself up with it poised for an attack. He enters the kitchen with it.

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.

JUSTIN
Don!

We cut to black before the impact takes place.

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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