Screenplay

Here’s the opening for a screenplay. I’m posting it here for your enjoyment, and as an example of what I can do. I hope you enjoy it…

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EXT. CHURCH
We’re in a small American town. JONES is a female preacher. She’s shutting up the small clapboard chapel after the late night service. She’s wearing a dog collar and a thick coat. She waves goodbye to a couple of parishioners.

JONES
Goodnight, God bless.

Snow begins to fall. A rental sedan pulls away from the kerb. Two figures are inside but we can’t see who they are. A big rig passes on the highway. The diner lights are on. Fir trees rustle in the night. JONES walks up to the diner.

INT. DINER
JONES takes a seat at the counter. TINSEL, the waitress slouches over to her.

TINSEL
Hey, Rev. The usual?

JONES
Black coffee.

TINSEL
Slice of pie?

JONES
Not tonight.

TINSEL
You know, there was someone in here earlier looking for you.

JONES
Was it Eli? I already told him, there’s no way I’m going to bless one of his cows.

TINSEL
No, it weren’t Eli. A couple of city types I reckon.

JONES
(Suddenly suspicious but trying to act casual)
Really?

TINSEL
They had a picture of you. An old Polaroid. And they wanted to know if any of us knew where you were.

JONES
What did you tell them?

TINSEL
Told ’em you were at church.


TINSEL pours a cup of coffee and slides it over to JONES. JONES doesn’t break eye contact.


JONES
You told them?

TINSEL
They seemed like nice fellas. Very polite. I figured they might be part of your squad.

JONES
What squad?

TINSEL
You know. The God Squad.

JONES
(Thinks about this.)
What kind of car were they driving?

TINSEL
I don’t know. A rental sedan. Does it matter?

JONES
(Shrugs)
No, I’m sure it’s fine.

TINSEL
Are you okay, Rev?

JONES
I’m fine. Don’t worry about it. How are you doing? How’s Des?

TINSEL
Don’t even ask.

JONES
Still not paying child support?

TINSEL
Still a fucking child himself. Excuse my language.

JONES
No need.

TINSEL
Honestly, Rev, sometimes I envy you.

JONES
(Genuinely surprised)
Me?

TINSEL
You don’t have to put up with men, and all their bullshit.

JONES
(Laughs, but there’s a edge to it that TINSEL doesn’t notice)
No, that’s all… a long, long time ago.

TINSEL
In a galaxy far away?

JONES
I fucking wish.

EXT. DINER.
JONES exits clutching her coffee. The snow is falling hard now. She waves to TINSEL.

JONES
Goodnight!

TINSEL
Go steady.

The door swings closed behind her. The streets are caught in the sound-deadening snowfall. JONES pulls her robes more tightly around herself, and starts walking home.

EXT. JONES’ HOUSE
Jones’s house is a little way outside town. Maybe on a lake. There are definitely fur trees. She tramps up the driveway. There are no other footprints in the snow.

INT. JONES’ HOUSE
Jones enters and shuts the front door behind her. She stamps snow from her boots and shrugs off her big coat. Her cat comes to meet her and she feeds it, then sips her coffee in the kitchen. She’s mulling over Tinsel’s words. Finally, she shrugs and curls up on the sofa in front of the fire, pulling a blanket around herself.

FADE TO:

EXT. JONES’ HOUSE
Establishing shot. It’s the next morning. Sunlight on snow. The pine trees. Maybe even the lake. Glorious isolation.

INT. JONES’ HOUSE
Jones and the cat are in the kitchen. Jones is frying bacon and eggs and singing along to the radio. The cat is rubbing against her legs looking hopeful.

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