I just started writing something, a short for this summer, and I'm just curious if you give a hoot so far, or if you think it's funny, or whatever.
INT. BAR - LATE NIGHT
Our hero quietly stumbles into the bar, it is late, and it is
closing. The only person hanging around seems to be the
bartender/ owner himself.
BARTENDER
Son, this bar is done.
HERO
That's a joke right?
BARTENDER
You'd be laughing if it was. I'm
afraid it's the reality. Come back
tomorrow night. Early.
HERO
There probably won't be a tomorrow
night.
BARTENDER
Don't say that. We have hot young
bartenders serving you drinks, and
all the great classy music to dance
to.
HERO
Sounds attractive, but after
tonight, I'm done. I'm fighting a
bunch of people tonight, they
exceed me in strength and number.
Not to mention their kungfu.
BARTENDER
Their kungfu?
HERO
Well, mainly just strength and
number, but not like it matters.
BARTENDER
What are you going to do?
HERO
I dunno, fight them.
BARTENDER
Are you good?
HERO
As I said, there probably won't be
a tomorrow night.
BARTENDER
That sucks.
HERO
For free booze and music, I'll
treat you with this story.
BARTENDER
No free booze, but...
He kicks the wall behind him, a guitar, hanging above him as
a form of decoration (along with pictures and other rock
memorabilia) falls right into his arms. He begins strumming.
Hamilton, Joe Frank and Reynold's "Don't Pull Your Love Out
on Me Baby".
HERO
Good enough.
INT. MAKESHIFT GYM/ HERO'S BASEMENT - DAY
Little sunlight shines through the basement, with a few
traditional weapons leaning against the wall. The hero
surrounds himself with four wing chun dummies and four more
punching bags, as he works his way around imaginary
opponents.
HERO (V.O.)
I'm a tuna fisherman by trade, and
as you know, next to meat-packing,
fire-fighting (God bless America)
and coal-mining, tuna-fishing, or
tuna hunting, as I'd like to call
it, is probably the most dangerous
legal profession amongst
industrialized nations.
BARTENDER (V.O.)
What about a soldier?
HERO (V.O.)
So as I was saying, due to the
lethal nature of my profession, not
to mention laziness, I only work
maximum of one month during the
entire year. I therefore spend the
rest of my time cultivating my
hobby, which is martial arts in
this case. I train for 8-hours a
day, usually against imaginary
enemies in non-specific situations.
EXT. FISHING COMPANY - DAY
The company sits on the side of a dock in a little fishing
town. Our hero walks out of the company with a wad of cold
hard cash in his hands.
BARTENDER (V.O.)
Do you get by with just a month
worth of tuna, maximum?
HERO (V.O.)
Ever paid for sushi?
INT. BASEMENT - NIGHT
The hero lays on the sofa watching TV, and an INFOMERCIAL
COMES ON. It endorses a sharp pocket knife.
HERO's eyes light up.
that's all I have so far.
not bad. got anymore to it yet?