How to Write A Screen play 101 (The Adventures of Script Man)

SCRIPT MAN: THE BEGINNING

BY,

MOSES T. CLARK JR.

FADE IN:

INT. COFFEE SHOP - DAY

The shop is packed with a bunch of motivated working people. A room full of sugar-grubbing coffee addicts.

A Black man, CLARK (27) is sitting at a table,typing away on his laptop. His physic is cut, with short wavy-brown hair, and strong hands like that of a working man's hands. He continues to type like he is isolated in his own world.

An attractiveCaucasian/Asian woman SANDY (29) petite figure, with long auburn hair, sophisticated glasses, pretty blue eyes, and a scarlet casual outfit
that matches her lips, walks by sipping on a cup of coffee.

SANDY
Is that a script you're working on?

CLARK
Yeah, a revision I'm fixin' up...I got a
meeting at the Writers Hall tomorrow.

Sandy gives a solemn smirk.

SANDY
Oh' yeah! Maybe I should throw up a
prayer to the Script god for your
success.

CLARK
I'd appreciate that.

Sandy gave a goodbye smile and walked towards the exit. For a second, Clark thought that there was something peculiar about her, and then he nodded his head, forgetting that thought.

INT.WRITERS HALL, LOBBY - DAY

The lobby is crowded with a bunch ofno name writers, sitting down quietly -- looking like cattle going to the slaughter.

A female RECEPTIONIST sits at her deskchewing on gum...every three seconds she manages to give an annoying POP.

Clark is posted in an uncomfortable chair, waitingpatiently.

He notices a MAN come out of the door upstairs. Theman looks like an odd poindexter, and he is also walking funny-wiping his slimy mouth-burping.

This makes Clark feel moreuncomfortable. He now has a concerned look on his face.

RECEPTIONIST
Clark! You're up next!

The Receptionist hit a button that caused the main door to re-open. Clark slowly went up the stairs and through the door...

INT. WRITERS HALL, CORRIDOR -CONTINUOUS

...While he is walking down the corridor hallway,there is a horrid smell that makes him gag.

The further he walksdown the hallway, the more the area starts to deform. It now looks like an underworld, an abyss -- with torches on the walls, and statues of ancient creatures.

INT. WRITERS HALL, MAIN OFFICE - CONTINUOUS

Whenhe finally gets inside the room, he is sickened to see a line of
writers -- people of all races and genders, sucking huge white cocks.

SCRIPTGOD (200) approaches him with his long dark hair, silver eyes and a
pale face that probably has not seen light since 1862.

CLARK
What the hell is this place? I thought
this was suppose to be the Writers Hall?!

Script god touches his own pale chin with his long ivory nails and gives a seductive smile.

SCRIPT GOD
Calm down, you're in the right place.
This is the Writers Hall.

Clark is aggravated by the sucking sound in the background.

CLARK
But there's nothing here, but a bunch
of...

SCRIPT GOD
Cocksuckers. Is that what you think they
are? My dear lad you must be mistaking...
for these are Hollywood's finest
contributors.

CLARK
You're insane!

SCRIPT GOD
And you my dear friend are talented...
think about this clearly before you
judge. We all have to suck cock at some
point in our miserable lives. Look at
Halle Berry, she hadto suck Billy Bob
Thortons cock to win an Oscar. Everyone
needs to taste humility sometimes.

Clark holds his hand over his mouth coughing in disgust.

SCRIPT GOD
So be wise Clark, suck my cock, and I
can promise you a very fruitful career.

Clark has a deep frown, and walks closer towards the Script god. He tightens his fist, and punches the demon in his ashen-face, causing him to fall to the floor.

Clark dashesfor the exit.

SCRIPT GOD
Kill him! Before he exposes us!

A group of agents rush towards Clark, chasing him down the hallway.

With all his might, Clark kicks open the door...

INT. WRITERS HALL, LOBBY - CONTINUOUS

...moreagents thrust forth with guns aimed at Clark. The writers in the lobby
all run outside terrified.

Clark finds himself surrounded andthen...Sandy the lady from the coffee shop storms in, exposing the truth that she is...

CLARK
Script Girl?

Clark's eyes widen in disbelieve. The agents become furious and try to attack
Script Girl.

Ten agents rush in and she does a kick that sendsfive flying back to the floor unconscious.

The other Five try toget physical and she breaks one of their arms, jabs another in the chest causing him to spit up blood, knocking two out with the palm of her knuckles, and this leaves the last agent who cowardly tries to shoot at her.

The bullet shoots out in slow motion, Script Girl dodges thebullet, and it grazes her cape -- she finishes with an uppercut to the jaw before the agent could get another shot.

SCRIPT GIRL
let's go before that freak sends more
agents!

Clark doesn't hesitate, he follows her out the door.

INT. DRIVING - LATER THAT DAY

Script Girl is driving her cherry red convertible-- her hair is blowing in the wind. Clark sits in the passenger seat, still trying to cope with everything that just went on.

SCRIPT GIRL
I respect you for not selling out Clark.

CLARK
You know me?

SCRIPT GIRL
Hell yeah! I read your stuff on Helium...
I can help you if you let me. My job is
to stop the tyranny of the blank page,
but you...you can be much more.

The scene closes in on Clark's confused eyes.

TO BE CONT'D

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