…taking a break from the home stretch of the noir carnival short story – #procrastination
this is a FIRST DRAFT… it may change dramatically, or it might not even end up in the final draft…
INT. SUBURBAN LOUNGE ROOM – EVENING
1979. A churchy-looking FAMILY go through the motions of playing a well-known BOARD GAME. A WALL CLOCK ticks at half speed.
The BOY picks up a game card, reads it, sighs, and rolls some dice.
The MOTHER stifles a yawn – sneaks a look at her watch and fakes a smile. The DAUGHTER sucks loudly at the dregs of a soda can.
ENTHUSIASTIC DAD rolls the dice and excitedly hops a play-piece around the board, until…
THUNDERCLAP! SHAKY CAMERA. FLASHING LIGHTS AS AN OVERWEIGHT VEGAS COMEDIAN DRESSED AS THE DEVIL APPEARS BEFORE THEM IN A PLUME OF COLORED SMOKE.
With a CHURCH ORGAN FLOURISH and a WAVE OF HIS HAND – the board game is LIGHTNING-BOLTED into oblivion – THE FAMILY now wearing SILVER SPACE SUITS as JOYSTICKS materialize in their hands – they’re so immersed it’s kind of creepy…
Switch to GAMEPLAY FOOTAGE (just another prehistoric 8-bit Space Invaders / Galaxian clone) and the ENTHRALLED FAMILY REACTING TO THE GAME…
INT. POOL HALL – AFTERNOON
An ALABAMA POOL HALL in the middle of Summer. Big windows, long-worn wooden floors. Afternoon sun and slow ceiling fans. There’s a bar and tables down one end and we can hear the clack and rack of poolballs, PINBALL MACHINES and One-Armed Bandits.
RIKKI – a freckly bespectacled teenager TURNS FROM THE TV back to the POOL TABLE and BREAKS.
RIKKI and CURTIS speak in a languid Southern drawl.
You know them Blythes got one of them things…
Across the table – CURTIS, a lanky, longhaired lady-killer in the making chalks his cue, studying the balls as they settle around the table – He chooses a shot – assumes the stance…
Blythes get whatever they want…
CURTIS makes his shot with perfect elegance. A ball drops in the pocket.
I Heard Mr Blythe got one of them micro-computers.
Cost him as much as a car…
plays a shot, misses.
As much as a car?
What kind of car?
A regular car I guess
(Lining up a shot)
What’s he do with it?
I dunno… business things… maths and graphs and such… he don’t let nobody near it is what I hear…
- Script To Screen: “Jacob’s Ladder” (gointothestory.blcklst.com)