Showing posts with label script. Show all posts
Showing posts with label script. Show all posts

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Star Trek: Quicksilver

Gul (General) Dukat of the Cardassian military
ruled the station where Faine Channing landed
when she was taken from Earth by the
terrorist's weapon.
Photo: Memory Alpha
A little about the Quicksilver script I'm working on (with others): for those unfamiliar with some of the Star Trek references, I have linked to wikis to fill you in. If something doesn't ring a bell, click on it.

Not long after the Dominion War, there’s a Changeling hiding on Earth, and Captain Nado has assembled the quadrant’s foremost experts to catch him. But he isn’t a Changeling at all; he’s a Suliban Cabalist and he doesn’t belong there. (He's from 200 years in the past, for one thing.) Neither does the human from 21st-Century Earth who just appeared one day on a Cardassian space station. Investigation uncovers a terrorist behind it all, and he’s blowing up whole cities at a time. The terrorist himself eludes the team for now, but they are able to locate and destroy his weapon – only to learn that what they destroyed was just a decoy. Captain Nado visits the Justice Minister on the planet where the terrorist is hiding, to ask for his arrest and extradition, but returns empty-handed. Here's what she tells her team:


CAPTAIN NADO (half-Bajoran)
I learned something about who we're dealing with on that planet. Their procedure for apprehending suspects is simply not something the Federation could have anything to do with. They cordon off a ring around the suspect and arrest everyone who happens to be within it, whether they have anything to do with the case or not, and subject them to the most horrible cruelties. I've seen victims of this barbaric practice, talked with them. Some were missing fingers. One woman had her lips cut off . . .

SINIJ (Suliban Cabalist)
So we have to kidnap him?

COMMANDER MACLOMOND (Human)
Apprehension of criminals in non-Federation space without the consent of the local authorities: not only is it illegal, but I can't think of a more surefire way to start a war with about six different species and coalitions at once.

GILLEK (Cardassian military) nods in agreement.

NADO
Options?

TEJAT (Cardassian former spy)
Captain, I believe you're faced with the kind of decision we Cardassians have been forced to make often. Do you participate in the torture of innocent civilians, or stand by and watch while our friend destroys the entire quadrant, one city at a time?



Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Catching Up

It's been forever since I've said a thing to you. I won't bore you with all that's happened. Here's what I'm doing now:

  • Tweaking Quicksilver, a Star Trek script. Yes, I said Star Trek. I wrote it with two other people, tailored to a particular actress, who had expressed interest in some public remarks. She declined it, so now we're revising it to be suitable for lots of actresses, before we send it off to Paramount.
  • Plugging away at Pyte. The plot is good, the outline is good, but it reads like 57,000 words of drivel. I wrote it too fast, as an experiment. I kept reading that editing as you write is a bad habit: just write, and refine it later. Apparently that advice is not for me. I'm rewriting it, but it's slow going.
  • Getting ready for NaNoWriMo. I'm excited! Still deciding which novel to write:
    • 1. The Suitcase Man. Gretchen is on a road trip, heading back home after a frantic drive to see her father when he had a heart attack. Dad's okay, but now Gretchen has locked her keys in the car. She's broke and far from anyone she knows. That's when she meets Jeremiah, who's offering to pay her $5000 to deliver a suitcase. The reason I hesitate: It's the third book in the series that starts with Pyte. Not sure if I'm not going to write myself into a corner if I don't do them in order.
    • 2. An Analysis of the Cardassian Language. Faine Channing is visiting her cousin in Chicago when she suddenly finds herself on an alien space station 350 years in the future. Too bad the aliens, in that century, are at war with Earth. She's interrogated and kept as a prisoner for years until the war is over. This book is her journal. The reason I hesitate: It's Star Trek. Which means if I don't sell it to Pocket Books, I don't sell it at all.
Which one would you write?

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Free Online Writing Instruction: Scripts

I recently came across Buzz McLaughlin's blog, and I thought you should know about it.

Buzz is an active feature film producer and partner in the independent production company Either/Or Films. He's the author of many plays and screenplays and of the best-selling book The Playwright’s Process. A Ph.D in dramatic literature, he taught scriptwriting as Playwright-In-Residence for many years at Drew University and currently runs a script consulting service. And he happens to live not far from me (quite close, actually, but I'd have to borrow my brother's canoe).

His blog is called Buzz McLaughlin on Scriptwriting. Some of the post titles:
  • "Developing a Script That’s 'Ready”: What It Takes"
  • "Locations and Your Script"
  • "The Myth of Recognition"
  • "The Risk of Self-Exposure"
The latest is called "Leisure Time" and it's Part 7 of a series entitled "Developing Great Characters".

I've just begun reading the posts (there are a lot of them in the archives) and so far I've found lots of good information clearly written in a friendly style. I'm looking forward to learning more. I would like to add just one more piece of advice from my own experience, though: no matter how 'into' the writing you are, don't forget to eat.

Friday, March 9, 2012

Three Girls and a Suitcase Man

Last time, I told you I was looking into making a short film for Youtube with two other people. I'd like to introduce them to you:

Heather O'Hourigan has the amazing ability to recount scenes from movies or television, word for word and move for move. While that in itself may not be a useful skill, she makes it useful by combining it with a dose of logic and a formidable acting and writing talent. How this applies: she's the stickler who says, "I don't think that character would say, 'It's not'. She'd say, 'It isn't'." We shake our heads sometimes, but we do appreciate it. Heather's credits include Ms. Potter in "It's a Wonderful Life" and Trudy in "The Search for Signs of Intelligent Life in the Universe".

Gannopy Blakney-Urena has a great ear for flow and clarity, credibility and relevance. As an actress, she brings grace and sensibility to her characters. Her first movie (still untitled) is in post-production.

I don' t know how I managed to be so spoiled, but I'm blessed with a very talented family: Heather is my niece and Gannopy is my daughter. Yes, I'm very proud.

This project won't be done soon. For one thing, it's probably never going to be the top-priority project for any of us. School and marketable work come first. For another, Heather's the only one with any experience at all with Youtube beyond just viewing. And it goes on from there. This is going to an educational exercise, an exploration, and, just possibly, one day, a short film.

Oh, and it'll also be a lot of fun, and we want to take the time to make sure it stays that way.

I'll let you know how it goes.

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Leap Day Project

I just wrapped a project with two other people, and it was wonderful working with them.
Now we're exploring the feasibility of a new project, and I thought I'd share the process with you as we go along. It's new territory for me at least: I'm a writer and the writing part's already done. We're thinking of taking a short (nine page) script and making a movie out of it for Youtube.
There are three of us, all female. Here's the script:

The Suitcase Man
by
Mary Jeddore Blakney
Based on a short story by the same name.
EXT. PARKING LOT NIGHT

An older car is parked at a convenience store. GRETCHEN, a
pretty young woman, goes around the car with growing alarm
trying all the handles but everything is locked. She stands
in disbelief for a moment, then walks into the store.

INT. STORE

GRETCHEN is in the aisles, looking carefully at the products
on a shelf. She doesn't find what she's looking for. She
looks up and sees a store employee, KAYLA, straightening
a cooler shelf.

GRETCHEN
Excuse me.

Kayla jerks her head up. She'd been falling asleep.

GRETCHEN
Sorry to bother you, but do you
carry lockout kits?

KAYLA
Nope. Manager doesn’t want to be
responsible for car thefts. Can’t
say as I blame her, either. Lock
yourself out?

GRETCHEN
(Nods and sighs)

KAYLA
Child in the car?

GRETCHEN
No, fortunately, my brothers are
safe at home.

KAYLA
(Grunts)

GRETCHEN
Would you happen to have a wire
coathanger?

KAYLA
(Jumps. She's been sleeping on
her feet.)
Sorry, can’t help you. I had one,
but I gave it to a guy to tie up
his tailpipe with. It was starting
to fall off, dragging on the
ground.

GRETCHEN
Is there an auto-parts store around
here, close enough to walk to? Even
if it’s a couple of miles, that
would be okay.

KAYLA
No, closest one’s in Bradford, and
that’s got to be, gee, twenty
miles? I’m trying to think…

GRETCHEN
How about a dry cleaner's?

A middle-aged female CUSTOMER comes into view, picks up a
package of donuts, changes her mind and puts them back.

KAYLA
Well, yeah. Actually, there’s
one…it’s not that far. Can’t be
more than a mile, anyway. I’ll give
you directions but you might want
to write them down; there’s kind of
a lot of turns.

CUSTOMER
(Pulls out a pen and hands it
to Gretchen)
That’s my business. You can keep
it.

GRETCHEN
(Looks at pen. It advertises
cruises.)
Thanks.

Customer exits.

GRETCHEN
I should have asked her for a ride.

KAYLA
She would have said no anyway. She
comes here all the time, so I kind
of know her. She’s paranoid
someone’s going to steal her car.

EXT. SIDEWALK NIGHT

GRETCHEN trudges like she's been walking for a while. She's
alone and there's not much traffic. The sidewalk is crumbly
and sometimes disappears into a well-worn dirt path.

EXT. DRY CLEANER SHOP NIGHT

GRETCHEN arrives and is disappointed to find the shop
closed. She scours the parking lot and eventually finds what
she's looking for: a wire coathanger.

EXT. PARKING LOT NIGHT

There's less light now: the store is closed. GRETCHEN
struggles to straighten the hanger with just her hands, her
knee and a parking curb. She keeps wincing and flexing her
fingers because she's hurting them. When she's got it
straight she starts poking the seal around the driver's door
window and eventually gets it in. She struggles for a long
time, pulling the wire out and bending it, trying again,
bending again, until finally she gets it to reach the lock.
But it's too weak and bends instead of pressing the button.
She's exasperated and scared. She sits on a parking curb,
very discouraged, pulls her phone out of her pocket, dials
and puts the phone to her ear.

FADE TO:

EXT. PARKING LOT NIGHT

GRETCHEN is still sitting on the parking curb with the phone
to her ear.

911 DISPATCHER (O.S.)
I'll transfer you to the State
Police.

GRETCHEN waits.

STATE POLICE DISPATCHER (O.S.)
“The only thing we can do for you
is find you a wrecker service.
Unfortunately, we don’t perform
lockout service. Would you like me
to help you find a wrecker service?

GRETCHEN
Yes, please.

INT. WRECKER COMPANY

MADDY, the twenty-something night desk person, sits with her
feet on the desk. The phone rings.


MADDY
Howard Towing service. Servicio de
grua.
(listens)
We don’t do lockout service. I wish
I could help you, but they
shouldn’t have sent you to us. What
you need is a locksmith.

GRETCHEN (O.S.)
Can you help me find a locksmith?

MADDY
(Looking around for it)
I got a phonebook around here
somewhere. I could look in there.

GRETCHEN (O.S.)
That'd be great, thanks.

EXT. PARKING LOT NIGHT

GRETCHEN paces, holding her phone and a piece of register
receipt paper full of writing on both sides. She pulls up
her left sleeve and there are several phone numbers written
on her arm. She dials one and waits.

GRETCHEN
Hi, how much do you charge for
lockout service?
(listens, looks disappointed,
writes "$85" on her arm under
the number)
Kay, thanks. I might call you back.

FADE OUT

EXT. PARKING LOT NIGHT

GRETCHEN sits on the parking curb. All the phone numbers on
her arm have prices written under them now. They are all $80
and up except for one: $45.

GRETCHEN
I know I said I wouldn't call this
one, but...here goes.
(dials, doesn't wait long)


JEREMIAH (O.S.)
Lockout service.

GRETCHEN
Hi, my name is Gretchen and I
called a few minutes ago.

JEREMIAH (O.S.)
Yes, I remember you. Did you decide
to go ahead with the job?

GRETCHEN
(grimacing)
Yes, I did.

JEREMIAH (O.S.)
Great! That’s automotive lockout
service for forty-five dollars.
Will you be paying with cash?

GRETCHEN
With cash, yes. I even have exact
change.

JEREMIAH (O.S.)
That’s fantastic, Gretchen. Just
sit tight, and we’ll get you out of
there - or, into there, I guess. If
he’s not there in twenty minutes,
just give me a call back, alright?

EXT. PARKING LOT NIGHT

GRETCHEN paces, waiting, and an unmarked white pickup pulls
up. It parks nearby and JEREMIAH, a shaggy, heavyset young
man gets out. He's wearing blue coveralls with no markings.

JEREMIAH
Are you Gretchen.

GRETCHEN
Sure am. Thanks for coming.

JEREMIAH
(Walks toward her, offers his
hand.)
No problem. I'm Jeremiah.

They shake hands.

JEREMIAH
Listen, I know we quoted you
forty-five dollars over the phone,
but if the money’s an issue,
there’s a way you can actually get
the job done for free.

GRETCHEN
(disgusted, ready to defend
herself)
Listen, Mister, some things are
just not for sale. I was told I was
going to get my car unlocked for
forty-five dollars, and as far as
I’m concerned you’re here to unlock
my car for forty-five dollars.

JEREMIAH
(flinches, backs up, turns his
palms out)
Oh, no, no, no, Ma’am, it’s nothing
like that. It’s just that…well,
here’s the deal: I’m not a
locksmith. I don’t actually know
how to get your car unlocked.

GRETCHEN
(pulling out her phone)
You’re kidding me. You’re not a
locksmith? What are you, then, some
kind of sicko?

JEREMIAH
(taking another step back)
I didn’t mean to scare you. Hear me
out, okay? I promise I won’t touch
you.

GRETCHEN
(her thumb over the '9'
button)
Okay.

JEREMIAH
We’ve got a suitcase - some
business associates and me - and it
needs to be somewhere else. It’s
not that big, kind of small, like a
small carry-on bag or what my
grandmother used to call an
overnight case. Not that much
bigger than a laptop case,
actually, and probably a little bit
lighter, too. The problem is, it’s
not doing anybody any good as long
as it’s sitting here with us, and
we’ve got a customer in Maryland
that would very much like to have
it.

GRETCHEN
(almost amused)
Somebody in Maryland would like to
have your suitcase?

JEREMIAH
What's in the suitcase - which is
locked, by the way, and you don’t
need to worry about what’s in it.
It’s not hazardous, not radioactive
or explosive or anything like that.
That’s all you need to know.

GRETCHEN
Okay.

JEREMIAH
The transaction is of a
rather...sensitive nature. It’s a
drop ship situation - you know, a
middle-man deal, and we can’t
reveal the middle-man’s source
(that’s us), and the middle-man is
actually a guy in a wheelchair who
spends all his time online and
doesn’t really leave his apartment,
so delivering it himself is not an
option. What we need is to find a…a
neutral third party, you might call
it, to deliver the product for us.
Now here’s where you come in: if
you choose to be that party,
there’s five thousand dollars in it
for you. And of course, with five
thousand dollars you can hire all
the locksmiths you like.

GRETCHEN
(with a dry laugh)
You’re forgetting one thing. I
wouldn’t be able to deliver it
anyway, unless I got my car
unlocked first.

JEREMIAH
(points)
Got that all taken care of. See
that parking lot?

GRETCHEN
(turns to look)
Yeah?

JEREMIAH
That’s the park-and-ride, and you
can’t see it from here, but right
on the other side of that is the
bus station. So you won’t need to
use your car to deliver the
suitcase; you can take the bus.
Your car can just stay right here
until you get back; it’ll be fine.
I’ll buy you a round-trip ticket.

GRETCHEN
So what’s in the suitcase?

JEREMIAH
We already went over that part.
Come on, Gretchen. I’m not stupid,
and it’s pretty clear to me that
you aren’t either. Let’s not play
any games.

GRETCHEN
Right.
(Stares at him for several
seconds.)
You really expect me to do this for
you?

JEREMIAH
(Shrugs)
It's up to you.
(Looks around)
But honestly, from the looks of it,
it doesn’t really seem to me like
you’ve got a whole lot of other
options.