This is one of those screenplays I didn't really put any pre-planning into. It originated from three scenes from three seperate scripts of mine, and is written to be filmed with what I have available to me (hence the 20-year-old with a teenage daughter). Anyway, any thoughts before I go onto the second edit would be appreciated.

EDIT: Oh, and Dirty-Harry, thanks for mentioning Celtx.

EDIT 2: Replaced with 2nd draft.


INT. BENT'S HOUSE - DAY

BENT, mid thirties, shaggy, watches TV and drinks
beer. Pop music plays in the background. He turns
up the TV volume. After awhile:

BENT
Honey, turn your music down.

No response.

BENT
Laura, turn your music down!

No response.

BENT
TURN THAT GODDAMN MUSIC OFF RIGHT NOW!

KATE, Bent's wife enters.

KATE
Take it easy Bent, you can't expect to
get anywhere by yelling and screaming at
a teenager. I have to pop over to
Sandy's, so don't loose it while I'm
gone, okay Honey?

BENT
Yes dear.

Kate exits. Her car drones away, Brent looks out
the window. He thinks, stands, exits, returns with
a baseball bat. He follows the music. SMASH SMASH
SMASH and the music silences. Brent returns, drops
the bat, resumes his beer drinking and TV watching
state.

After a minute or two, Laura storms out without
saying a word, suitcase in hand. Bent doesn't even
notice.

cut to:


All volume is muted.

BENT'S POV: Kate completely looses it on Bent. One
hand on her hip, the other flailing around and
pointing, she goes on and on and on. Bent chucks a
beer can at her, she dodges it and stares at him, shocked.
She points out the door.

KATE
(muted)
GET THE **** OUT!

INT. COMMUNITY CENTER - DAY

Brent knocks on a door sporting a sign, "ANGER
MANAGEMENT". From inside, rustling noises, then:

SCARED VOICE
C-come in.

Bent enters. RONALD, a small, scruffy man and
BABE, a big bruiser, sit before a scared
COUNSELOR. Both Ronald and Babe wear latex gloves.

COUNSELOR
H-hello, a-are you Mr. Culner?

BENT
That's me.

COUNSELOR
Welcome to a-anger management. This
is... uh...

BABE
Name's Babe and that's Ronald.
Howyadoin? You gotta' first name new
guy?

BENT
Bent.

BABE
Ben?

BENT
Bent.

BABE
Brent?

BENT
No, no... Bent.

BABE
Bent? You mean like... Bent?

Babe holds out a hand and bends a finger.

BENT
It's spelled the same I guess.

RONALD
What's your last name? Johnson?

Ronald snorts a laugh.

A long, awkward silence. Bent looks at a card in
his hand.

BENT
This really is Anger Management? I
thought this was an appointment, I
didn't know there was going to be a
group thing today.

BABE
What's it matter to you? You a cop?

BENT
What? ...No.

BABE
You sure pal?

BENT
Yeah, I'm sure, I run a mechanics shop
on fourth.

BABE
Fourth? You mean Bent's Repairs?

BENT
Yeah, that's my place.

BABE
Well that explains a lot. Catchy name.
Kind of gotta' know you to get it
though, don't ya think?

BENT
Yeah I suppose so.

BABE
...You sure you're not a cop, Bent boy?

BENT
Of course I'm sure!

BABE
Okay. He's not a cop, Ronald.

RONALD
I heard. So what do we do with him?

BABE
I don't know yet. Sit down.

BABE
Look, mister
(looks at card)
Ross, are you-

BABE
Sit down!

BABE
You've already screwed everything up and
you've only been here for 30 seconds,
Bent, so shut up and I won't break you
in half.

Babe wheels the councelor out from behind the
desk. He's tied to his chair.

RONALD
So now what do we do?

BABE
We stick with the plan. He's coming with
us.

RONALD
You must be joking.
Babe leans near Ronald and whispers something.

RONALD
Fine, but he's your responsibility.
Ronald prepares a needle.

BABE
Just knock him out. Congradulations,
Bent, you're now part of the team.

Bent decides he doesn't want to be apart of
whatever team Babe's reffering to. He makes a dash
for the door, but stops at the sound of a gun
being cocked.

BABE
Let me rephrase. Congradulations, Bent,
you're now mandatorily part of the team.
Babe moves to a coat rack and takes a pair of keys out of
the counselor's coat pocket.

BABE
Do what we say, keep your mouth shut,
and - what the hell are you doing
Ronald?

RONALD
I'm fillin' him up, what's it look like?

BABE
You idiot, if you inject him with air
it'll give him aneurysms and kill him.

RONALD
There's only 7 mililetres left. It say
anything but 10 may have serious side
effects.

BABE
Ronald, you can't fill people full of
air, it'll kill him.
Babe grabs the syringe.

COUNSELOR
L-look, guys, you got what you want, why
don't-

BABE
Shut up. 7 will be fine.

RONALD
No, it won't. Look, it says so right
here.
Ronald shows Babe a vile.

BABE
I don't care what the vile says, this is
good enough. What's it matter if he dies
anyway?

RONALD
Well then why don't we just kill him?

BABE
Do you want to kill him?

RONALD
Not on purpose.

BABE
Then who cares if we give him 7?

RONALD
Well if you don't care if 7 will kill,
why do you care if some air will kill
him?

BABE
Then it looks like we tried to kill him.
For the love of god you stupid pisshead,
it doesn't matter. You want to do it
your way, put your fists up!
They play rock paper scissors. Ronald wins.

BABE
Best out of three.

RONALD
Fine.
They play again. Babe wins.

RONALD
Damn.
The counselor passes out and topples to the floor before
they can play a third round.

RONALD
Well that simplifies things. Hey, now we
can use this on our friend here.
Bent realizes what's happening and pretends to pass out.

BABE
Nice try dumb ass, get up or I'll blow
your foot off.
Bent doesn't move.

BABE
Fine, have it your way.
Babe cocks his gun and Bent jumps up at the sound of it.

BENT
Okay okay okay.

BABE
I have a better idea for this turd. Come
on, let's get going.

EXT. DRUM HELLER HOME, BACKYARD - DAY

Babe, Ronald and Bent crouch in some bushes behind
the house, planning.

BABE
Okay, crooked cock, here's the plan. You
saw that library from around front?

BENT
Yeah.

BABE
You stay there and keep watch.

RONALD
Are you serious? He'll bugger off. Or if
someone happens to come along, he won't
say anything.

BABE
No he won't, because you're going to
watch him.

RONALD
What? Why don't we just knock him out or
shoot him?

BABE
Because I'm running this show, and I say
we take him with us.

RONALD
WEll then that makes it pretty clear
you're not qualified to be running the
show, doesn't it. I mean honest to god,
what good is there in taking him?

BABE
Fine, you want to do things your way, go
ahead, do them your way. Knock him out.

RONALD
Fine, I will. I'll knock him out. I'll
knock you out.
Babe and Bent watch as Ronald stands, finds a big rock and swings
it at Bents head. Bent dodges it easily and the weight of it
pulls Ronald off his feet.

BABE
There, you've had your chance, now will
you shut up and listen to me?

RONALD
Why don't you do it?

BABE
Because it was your stupid idea.

RONALD
Well give me the gun then.

BABE
No.

RONALD
Why not?

BABE
Because you're an idiot and you'll get
one of us killed.

RONALD
Yeah, him.

BABE
Or me or you.

RONALD
Well why do you even keep me around then
if I don't do anything?

BABE
You're my alaby, Ronald, I've told you
this a hundred times. And before you ask
why you shouldn't leave right now, it's
because I pay you half of every score
for it.

They sit and wait in silence for a minute.
Eventually a car drives down the road, away from
the house.

BABE
Go check if that's the car, quickly!
Ronald runs out from behind the bush.

BABE
Roll, you idiot!

RONALD
What?

BABE
Roll!

Ronald falls to the ground, rolls across the lawn.
He gets up, sees the car disappear, rolls back
behind the bush.

BABE
So?

RONALD
Yeah, it was the car.

BABE
Okay, let's go.

INT. DRUM HELLER HOME - DAY

Babe opens the door with the counselor's keys, and
the three men walk in.

LIBRARY

Bent enters, takes up sentry. Ronald watches from
the living room.

BEDROOM

Babe explores a room, finds some jewelery, puts it
on. He notices a shrine of pictures and trophies,
all featuring a middle aged woman sporting a black
belt, kicking the **** out of various men.

LIBRARY

A car approaches from down the road.

BENT
Babe!

Babe enters, covered in jewelery, wearing a fur coat.

BABE
What?

BENT
He's back. Look.

The woman featured in the shrine drives her car towards the
house. Babe puts a pair of opera binoculars to his eyes, realizes
who it is.

BABE
Oh don't worry about it, it's just a
woman. You take care of her.

BENT
What?

BABE
Take care of her or we'll take care of
you.

Bent contemplates the situation, picks up a statue, feels
it's weight.

KITCHEN

Ronald has given up watching Bent, and is making
himself a cup of coffee. Babe grabs him and drags
him off.

EXT. DRUM HELLER HOME - DAY

The woman parks in the driveway, approaches the
house. Babe runs out the back door and clears the
balcony. Ronald follows, topples over the balcony
railing onto Babe. They make a break for it.

INT DRUM HELLER HOME - DAY

The woman enters, sees Bent and freezes.

BENT
Sorry ma'am, but you're bein' robbed.
Don't do anything stupid and I won't
hurt you, got it?

She assesses the situation, takes off her coat, hangs
it on a hanger, shuts the door.

Cut to black

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Come on folks, I want to pitch this monday! I'll take any thoughts and critisism, even one sentance reviews will help. If you clicked back before you finished the first scene, tell me!