I'm posting something much more to read it later myself, than for other people to find enjoyment. This is not for you. You are not special. This is for me, so if you don't like it, use the back button on your browser. Oh, and thanks for stopping by. And, FUCK YOU! This is mine.

Anyway, I haven't worked on my screenplay in a while, but I've been wanting to. The problem I'm having is how the characters get from the beginning to the end of the story. It's a simple problem of a plot arc, if we want to talk like we know how stories "should" be told. In a modern day story, a character begins the story, then undergoes some kind of conflict, from within or without, then learns from this conflict. That's how every story is created.

It helps to have a love interest. False emotions within your audience will lend them towards liking your movie more, if a heterosexual coupling is completed at some point during your screenplay. Why this happens, I really don't know. It could be that, you know, genetically, that's *why* we're here, or it could be that it just makes us happy to imagine perfection.

Anyway, I'm falling into a cognitive trap where I write for a reader (My target audience, however, is always myself, so fuck off you bastards.)

This is where I start putting in ideas for the script:

The interesting thing about the characters, Jack and Seth, is how impassive they both are. The difference between them is that Jack reacts to everything he thinks about with anger, while Seth doesn't react unless he is interacted with.

Seth is driving, Jack sits in the passenger seat, fidgeting, trying to see in all directions at the same time.

Jack (pointing at the dashboard panel): Dude, engine light's on.

Seth: So it is...

Jack: Does that mean anything unpleasant? I was raised to believe that the engine light being on was a bad thing.

Seth: It could be.

Jack: Well, are we going to get stranded in the middle of buttfuck Suburbs? I live in the city man, I don't know how to get home WALKING.

Seth: I don't know, give it another minute.

Jack: Do you have any idea how fat I am? I can't walk home. (seth doesn't respond) I mean, when you go on a ride with someone, there's a certain expectation that you will be given a ride home. I was fucking depending on you man. What the fuck!? Oh, I see how it is, the silent treatment, well fuck you too. (Jack crosses his arms and stares straight ahead.)

They both stare straight ahead at the camera for several seconds. Jack turns on the radio and turns it up loud.(then Jack could hear a campy song he likes and start singing along obnoxiously, or he could quietly groove) Seth turns the radio down to a reasonable level. Jack stops enjoying it.

There is a seven second, awkward pause.

Jack: You know, maybe nothing's wrong.

(Seth says nothing. Jack turns from looking at Seth to staring straight ahead.)

Three second awkward pause, then the radio cuts out.

Both characters look panicked, then relax over a few seconds. As soon as they have relaxed.

The car breaks.

Seth: FUCK! My fucking car.

Jack: Jesus, I'm sorry.

Cut to a shot of traffic speeding by.

Seth: Fuck you, what is this sorry shit? FUCK. What the fuck did you do?

Jack: This wasn't my fault.

Seth: Then what the fuck are you apologizing for? What's your fucking problem?

Jack: Fine, I take it back. I did jinx it though.

Seth: That doesn't... nevermind. (Grips the steering wheel, trying to contain himself.) FUCK! (completely calm) Okay, let's see what we're dealing with.

They exit the car.

VO: Please step away from the vehicle.

Jack: What? (he turns) Oh fuck.

Cut to a shot of a police officer.

Wimble: I said, "Please step away from the vehicle."

Seth steps away from the vehicle. Jack takes a step backward, then realizes he moved parallel to the vehicle, and takes a step directly away.

Jack: More than one step?

Wimble: Why don't you boys just come over here, and present me with your license and registration.

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Plot sketch in progress.