"Old Friends"

Version: Shooting Script

Written By: David Harty and Chaz Colbert

Registered:
Innovative Minds Entertainment 2007

FADE IN:

INT -  - 

INT - HOUSE - MORNING

The camera opens in on a image of something red, the camera pans out revealing that it is a large  teenager (JEREMY, 19) looking at his face in the mirror of his bathroom.

JEREMY
Ah, my face looks like Mars, what with all the craters and bumps.

He stares deep into the mirror rubbing his forehead for a bit before he sighs walking off screen.

FADE OUT

FADE IN

INT - SHOWER - CONTINUOUS

We open up on a running showerhead, then the camera pans down to show JEREMY's head, he is  singing.

JEREMY (CONT'D)
Sugar Pie, Honey Bun, You know I can't help myself, I love you and nobody else.

FADE OUT

FADE IN

INT - LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

JEREMY is in the process of putting on a t-shirt.

FADE OUT

FADE IN

INT - BATHROOM - CONTINUOUS

JEREMY is brushing his teeth.

CUT TO

JEREMY is combing his hair.

FADE OUT

FADE IN

We open in on a view of the kitchen, moments later JEREMY enters into the picture. He opens the  refridgerator, and pulls out a soda, he then commences to open in, he takes a large gulp and then  sighs in contention. He then walks into the living room, he sits down on the couch placing his soda  on a unorthadoxly placed pool table.He leans back closing his eyes.

The camera cuts to a extremly close shot of his serenely closed eyes. Suddenly there is a loud  knock. His eyes quickly come open as he hops to his feet. He begins to mutter to himself as the  knocking starts again.

JEREMY (CONT'D)
Arite, I'm coming, christ.

He walks to the door and opens it, standing in the doorway is a very thin almost child-like man with a  whatever expression drawn upon his face.

JEREMY (CONT'D)
Aye, I'm sorry 'bout the wa---

He stops abruptly as if he had just seen a ghost.

FADE OUT

INT -  - 

FADE IN

JEREMY
(Surprised)
Marcus?

MARCUS
Hey J, long time no see mind if I come in and chat for awhile?

JEREMY
(In a apologetic tone.)
No, I don't mind at all come on in so-long as you don't mind the mess, I haved cleaned the house since the last  time I had a girl over.

MARCUS inadvertently cracks up.

MARCUS
Huh, uh, that's alright, I never clean my house even on those so frequent occasions.

Now JEREMY doubles over in laughter.

JEREMY
We've all got problems, you and I, we just happen to be dirty slobs, that's all, so how'd you manage to get  here?

MARCUS
 I went to your old apartment address you gave me, the landlord said he had to kick you out. So then I went to  ya moms house she gave me directions to here.

JEREMY
(Loss of words.)
Well, uh...

MARCUS
So, uh, this is where you live now, huh?

JEREMY
Yep, this my home sweet home, my sweet abode.

MARCUS
(In a ever-so-slightly mocking tone)
Great place you got here.

JEREMY
You got to be kidding me, right? I mean this place is shit.

JEREMY says this as he walks into the kitchen.

JEREMY (CONT'D) (O.S.)
Need a drink bro?

MARCUS
(Preoccupied surveying the atmosphere)
Yea, uh, sure.

JEREMY (O.S.)
Pepsi, or do you want to dew the dew?

MARCUS
I'm not in the mood to "dew" anything so, Pepsi.

MARCUS is sitting down on the couch as the previous bit of dialouge is being spoken.

JEREMY (O.S.)
Coming right up.

Camera shows MARCUS sitting on the couch just staring at his fingers, after a moment JEREMY walks  back on screen.

JEREMY (CONT'D)
There, you go it's on the house.

He drinks the whole thing in one continuous draw.

MARCUS
Thanks you don't know how much I needed that.

JEREMY
What'd you do to get here, walk a derby?

MARCUS
No, but I did eat a pack of peanuts without anything to drink.

JEREMY
(Letting out a small laugh)
So, how ya doing I ain't seen you since you moved in the tenth grade.

MARCUS
I'm doin' good, done some work in the field you know, got my life straight, I really can't complain, and yourself?

JEREMY
Mediocre.

MARCUS
Mediocre, what's that supposed to mean? These are supposed to be your golden years, and your moaping  around complaining about being mediocre, what's the hell's wrong you?

JEREMY
Let's see; I'm fat, my face is a landmine, I'm nineteen, on my own, and I still haven't gotten any ass, God I don't  know you tell me.

MARCUS
Eh, ya know things could be worse.

JEREMY
How could things possibly get any worse?

MARCUS
Well you could get your dick stuck in a blender, or get a firework shoved up ya asshole.

JEREMY
Shut the fuck up, I'm trying to be serious here, have a moment, spill my guts--

MARCUS
Hey, I'm sorry O.K, tell me why you're so pissed off

JEREMY
I ain't a hundred percent sure, guess I'm just pissed at how my life's turnin' out, ya know?

MARCUS puts his head into his hands and begins laughing.

JEREMY (CONT'D)
Hey, what the hell's so funny?

MARCUS
(Letting up laughter)
Aye, you got a problem with your life, do something about it, don't just sit here on your ass complaining about it.

JEREMY
(Angry and frustrated)
Hey, don't you fucking preach to me damn it, you don't know what I've been through.

MARCUS
No, I don't but...

JEREMY
No, no but's, you didn't lose your dad because he couldn't keep his dick in his fucking pants, you didn't lose  your grandpa because the fucking peice of shit hospital didn't detect the fucking cancer, did you?

MARCUS
No, but what the hell does the past have to do with your life now?

JEREMY
(Slightly confused)
What?

MARCUS
You're past doesn't help decide who you are now, Jeremy.

JEREMY
But, my psychiatrist says that I'm traumatized man, it's messing with my ability to-

MARCUS
Bullshit, you're ass isn't traumatized, you just wanna blame your life on your past.

JEREMY
That's enough, let's just drop it and move on to the next subject.

MARCUS
(Jeremy interjecting)
No let me have my say. Let me have my say!

JEREMY
Fine.

MARCUS
Jeremy, if their's one thing I've learnt in my life, it's that you make your own luck.

JEREMY
Bullshit!

MARCUS
Nah, now just hear me out, tell me, just what the fuck is holding you back?

JEREMY
I'm a loser.

MARCUS
Why are you a loser? Cause you have a screwed up childhood? How could you of helped that, did it mess up  your karma or something like that?

JEREMY
No, but- 

MARCUS
But what, you couldn't help what happened to your family, so quit trying to blame yourself for what happened in  the past. Get yourself out of the past, and into the present, you need to take your life and put it in your hands  instead of time's. Stop letting shit from years ago control you.

JEREMY
What do you mean.

MARCUS
Make your own luck, have some fun, work out, try harder to get pussy, you know, check what this world has to  offer.

JEREMY
Yea, well, what if I mess up, ya know, make a fool out of myself, and end up a loser again.

MARCUS
You try again, what's the worse that could happen? Someone laugh at you? So what, fuck them! Who gives a  fucking damn? It's your life, right?

JEREMY
Yea I guess, I'll try to get out a little more.

MARCUS
Good.

FADE OUT

INT -  - 

FADE IN

INT - LIVING ROOM - EVENING

MARCUS is begining to exit the house.

JEREMY
Come back again anytime man.

MARCUS
Yea, for sure, maybe I'll bring a couple cases and we can drink our troubles away, what'dya say?

JEREMY
Sounds like a plan.

MARCUS
Arite, peace man.

JEREMY
Peace.

He slowly closes the door, he stands the for a moment, and begins to smirk.

JEREMY (CONT'D)
(Still smirking)
Make your own luck.

He chuckles, shaking his head as he walks off screen. The camera zooms in on the door handle.

FADE TO BLACK -

THE END