#52Weeks #ShortStory #AmWriting Challenge: Week 7 – Homewrecker, A Screenplay.

I decided to try something different. It was one helluva week this week. Tons of depression but I did it :) Taken from the prompt here: https://smcadman.com/2016/11/13/52weeks-shortstory-amwriting-challenge-week-7-writingprompt/

HOMEWRECKER

A Screenplay.

 

FADE IN:

SCENE: Inside the Kodak Photoshop Store, Pacific Palisades, CA on a bright sunny day. The light is flooding into the store. Several customers are around browsing products on the sales room floor.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT.KODAK PHOTOSHOP STORE MIDDAY – At the film counter where the PHOTO LAB TECHNICIAN is talking to PENELOPE, when TESSA walks in.

PHOTO LAB TECHNICIAN (RICKY), Male, in his late teens.

PENELOPE, Beautiful woman in her early-40’s, dressed to the nines, holding a key chain with a BMW logo on it.

TESSA, Beautiful woman in her early 20’s, wearing a college fraternity tee-shirt and sweatpants with “Baby Luv” emblazoned on the seat of them.

MUSIC:

DJ Snake ft. Justin Bieber – Let Me Love You, is playing in the store.

(Over the loud speaker, O.S.)

PHOTO LAB TECHNICIAN

“Can you proof the pictures? See if the color is okay.”

PENELOPE

“They are. But who’s this woman in this picture with my husband, is this some kind of a joke?”

PHOTO LAB TECHNICIAN

“Oh. That’s odd. I think it’s that customer walking in now.”

PENELOPE

(Abruptly turns around and sees TESSA.)

“YOU! Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my pictures with MY husband?!”

TESSA

“What?! Who the HELL are you and what are you screaming at me about? Show me the damn picture!”

PHOTO LAB TECHNICIAN

“Ladies! Keep it down! There’s customers. Take this to the other end of the counter, please!”

PHOTO LAB TECHNICIAN

(Rummages through the finished photo  drawer, pulls out a package envelope with photos and hands them to TESSA.)

“And here’s your photos, miss. Sort them out!”

TESSA & PENELOPE: Stare at each other for a moment. PENELOPE seething, grabs her photos and moves down to the end of the counter. TESSA follows with her photos.

TESSA

“Show me the picture!”

PENELOPE

(Holds up the picture of her husband with TESSA)

“Homewrecker!”

TESSA

(Begins opening her package envelope of pictures)

“I am not!”

TESSA

(Shuffles through her pictures, pulls out a picture with the same man as PENELOPE has too. This time with a teenage girl in them as well)

“THAT! Is Mr. Banks. This is his daughter who I was babysitting last week! Lady, are you on crack?!”

PENELOPE

(Shock and horror fade away on her face to evil amusement)

“Oh my god. You’re Contessa? I’m so sorry! I was in Paris last week. Robert told me hired someone to watch Isabella… my daughter.”

TESSA

(Laughing)

“Yes! I’m Tessa, for short. I’m your new babysitter.”

PENELOPE

(Smirking to herself)

“Oh honey. At my age? You’re the new babysitter? I don’t think so. You’re too pretty and—you’re fired. I can’t have you around my husband. Sorry my dear. My husband is like the Anthony Wiener of the Palisades. No way I’m putting up with this shit again!”

TESSA

“What the fuck?! Fuck you lady. And fuck your husband! I never would’ve never touched that anyways. He’s too old!”

TESSA

 (storms out of the Kodak store)

PHOTO LAB TECHNICIAN

“You okay Ms. Banks, did you sort it all out?”

PENELOPE

“Ricky, we did. And in the words of Donald Trump, she’s fired!

(Puts on her Chanel sunglasses, grabs her photos and exits the store)

MUSIC:

Tom Jones – She’s a Lady

(Music on the loudspeaker changes over to, O.S.)

 

INTERCUT – PENELOPE WALKING DOWN THE STREET, SUNGLASSES ON, GETTING INTO HER BMW WITH PICTURES DRIVING AWAY. MUSIC STILL PLAYING.

 

FADE OUT TO CREDITS:

 

***END***

~Sara

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