SCREEN PLAY STUFF

[gaybear]

this is really the first screenplay, first draft, etc. i need MASSIVE help formatting. Alot of explanation isn't even there yet.
I need y'all to read this and
a.) see if it even makes sense so far
b.) all formatting tips are needed desperately
c.) ideas for a continuum
d.0 oh, and the formatting doesn't transfer to this site appropiately?

YOU’RE MY BEST FRIEND

by

Gabe Acock



















Gabe Acock
805 SW 5th Street
Corvallis, OR 97333
541-207-4202
gabeacock@gmail.com
INT. APARTMENT LIVING ROOM-EVENING

TIM and TONY, two zombies who transformed at the age of late 20’s/early 30’s sit on the couch, staring blankly. The SOUND of a sports event is heard from off screen.

TIM
We got anything to eat?

TONY
There’s a bit of that meth-head’s butt in the freezer.

TIM
Yeah…
(A bright idea)
Oh! Do we have any more fingers left?

TONY
Yeah, a full set of ten, and we have some bleu cheese too. How do Buffalo Fingers sound to you?

TIM
Sounds Delicious.


INT. APARTMENT KITCHEN

CLOSEUP-TONY’S hands, rolling severed fingers in batter.

CLOSEUP- TONY’S hands dropping each batter dipped finger into frying oil.

INT.APARTMENT LIVING ROOM-IMMEDIATELY AFTER.

TIM and TONY are back on the couch, eating the BUFFALO FINGERS noisily, dipping them occasionally in the bleu cheese dressing.

The sports event on TV is still heard from off-screen.

TIM
So good

TONY (nods)

TIM
I suppose we ought to get more food soon.

TONY (nods)

TIM
Something easy, like a junkie or pot-head?

TONY (Shrugs, concurringly)

TIM
Oh, there’s a house party tomorrow. Let’s hit it.

TONY (nods, again, and finishes the last buffalo finger)

INT. HOUSE PARTY BASEMENT—LATE AFTERNOON THE FOLLOWING DAY.

A BAND IS PLAYING, AND PEOPLE ARE FUCKED UP.

INT. HOUSE PARTY. LIVING ROOM. A GIRL, MID 20’S IS STANDING AMONGST A CROWD OF ADMIRERS. PERIPHEAL PARTY GOERS ARE POINTING TO HER AND WHISPERING.

OVERHEARD CHATTER
Brigid…Brutal…Zombie Hunter
That’s Brigid Brutal…
Irish…
Saved all of Ireland from the fucking Zombies…
I heard she drinks like a mother fucker…
Yeah, but she’s the God Damned Annie Oakley of Zombie Hunters…

CLOSE-IN on BRIGID BRUTAL’S face as she soaks up the celebrity glory.

CAMERA on TIM and TONY, both with looks of trepidation on their faces.

TIM
Fuck, is that really her?

TONY
Yeah, I think so.

TIM
Well, what the fuck? What are we going to do?

TONY (shrugs)



TIM
I’m hungry, and this crowd is blitzed out of their minds.

TONY
I know, I know, just wait—


BRIGID BRUTAL leaves the party to go OUTSIDE on THE DECK.

Tim and Tony follow.

EXT. DECK, BRIGID BRUTAL LIGHTS A CIGARETTE. THERE’S A RIFLE LEANING AGAINST THE OUTSIDE WALL.

Suddenly, BRIGID BRUTAL flicks her cigarette into the yard.

BRIGID BRUTAL
Oye! Zombay!

She picks up the rifle.

TIM (whispering)
Don’t look up.

TONY
No Shit.

EXT. YARD—A BEARDED MAN LOOKS UP SUDDENLY.

EXT. BRIGID BRUTAL, FIRES A SHOT FROM THE GUN OUT INTO THE YARD.

EXT. BEARDED MAN IS DEAD WITH A BULLET WOUND IN HIS FOREHEAD.

OFFSCREEN CHATTER
Holy Shit! Brutal nailed a zombie!

TIM and TONY give each other a look.

TIM
We ought to go.

TONY
Food—



TIM
I know, I know—shit! Let’s just grab a drunk slut and go!

TONY (eyes drunk sluts, male and female, and decides on two, one female, one male. He gestures towards each.)

TIM
I don’t know. Which is easier? Maybe we should just get the fuck out of here.

TONY
I got this one.

TONY approaches a young drunk teen girl and boy.

TONY
Y’all party?

BOY
Fuck…

GIRL (mockingly)
Uhhh, duhh…..

TONY
This party sucks--too many zombies. You guys should come over.

BOY
Yeah, a’ight…

INT. APARTMENT—NIGHT. BOY AND GIRL’S CORPSES LAY IN THE CORNER.

TIM
That sucked.

TONY
Yeah, I know.

TIM
Why? I mean, why did it suck other than the fact that that Brutal broad shot a zombie?

TONY
It doesn’t matter--let’s eat.

[hotrodperlmutter]

A BAND IS PLAYING, AND PEOPLE ARE FUCKED UP.

[hotrodperlmutter]

i guess i should mention that i did enjoy it. i love small stories like this that go from one scene, to a different scene, back to the first scene, but in the future, with no correlation until the end.

i'd love to see it filmed. i want to be the bassist in the band at the party. and i want robroe to be the lead singer. also, pickle the cat should play the vampire slayer.

[gaybear]

i guess i should mention that i did enjoy it. i love small stories like this that go from one scene, to a different scene, back to the first scene, but in the future, with no correlation until the end.

i'd love to see it filmed. i want to be the bassist in the band at the party. and i want robroe to be the lead singer. also, pickle the cat should play the vampire slayer.

brilliant idears

[SKC Willie]

Every screen play (or tv, move, etc. script) I have ever read was written like this

Act 1: Scene 1

Character's name: whatever the character is going to say goes here. if you need some kind of cue for the character to move or to open a door, you put the action in brackets. [takes deep a breath] You can put the words at the beginning end or where ever you want.

Scene 2

If you change location, you change scene. If this is being written for stage, you would have a set change which would include the props and all of that stuff, so you have to change scene. [bring in the props]

[George]

The meth head's butt in the freezer had me hooked. I laughed. So is this a universe where zombies co-exist with humans but not all humans know it? Because the humans are the real zombies?

Awesome.