Screenplay 1

INT. Night - Pad

close up of someone smoking. a girl. you could see it by the shape of the lips. Unless the guy is Mick Jagger or Steven Tyler.

She's propped up pillows on her back reclining against the wall. Writing something in a cilpboard and paper. She should've gotten a laptop but it affects her creativity.

Takes a long drag and place the cigarette in a makeshift ashray made of a recentry drank beer can. Then reached for a tape and placed in the player

Velvet Underground starts playing.

Stumbles at an unlabeled tape just with the initials TTL.

Macy
TTL. Whatever the fuck it means. (she says mumbling). Hmm. Must be Lou’s. Lou fucking Torres. Weird, lazy and fucking brilliant. (mimicking some brit in a pub)

Lou is a girl. Damn right. Weird, lazy and fucking brilliant.


Placed the tape in the player. A few second of silence then a weird sound came out building up. on and on until it became unbearable noise. Unbearable noise for some. Well actually for a lot of people.

FADE TO BLACK


Opening Credits


INT. - Pad - NIGHT

Macy gets up. Going nowhere actually since the apartment is one room with everything she needs in it.


Actually, she goes across the room and makes a fresh cup of black, bitter coffee. No effort whatsoever. Just pour hot water. It's not even a mixture. It's just umm coffee.

Goes back to the corner and as she goes to write something there was a knock on the door. Angry knocking.


She gets up slowly trying to piss off the knocker whoever that may be. Opens the door sarcastically smiling.


Macy
Yes?

Stu
Can I use your bathroom?

Macy
You should be asking, can I come in?

Stu
Really, I'm not kidding.

Still in her black knickers

Macy
Alright

Runs to the toilet even though it's just a few steps from the door.

Stu
And away he goes.

Macy
Fuck you, Stu. Clean the fucking seat when you're done.

Stu emerges from the bathroom after twenty seconds.

Stu
False alarm.

Still in her knickers.

Macy
Well, you look like shit. As always.

She's been comfortable with him coming in and out the flat. He is just there for her. He and his useless thinking.

He is about to light up.


Macy
Hey, no smoking.

Gives her the finger.

Stu
(sarcastically) Like, yeah.

Macy
Get out.

Stu
I'm kidding.

She tugs his shirt and pushes him out.

He looks back and tries to say something.

Stu
Would you happen to have a tape with TTL written on it?

Macy
No. And get the fuck out, Stu. Aren't ya supposed to be working?

Stu
And what's that shit playing? Sure ain't The fucking Beatles. Aw, c'mon. Lou needs that shit she erased the whole fucking demo on her computer. That fucking pothead.

Macy
You know Lou?

Stu
No, I'm antisocial, remember? Of course I do! Hello, band mate. Do you always pay attention when I talk?

She releases him. He goes inside.

Stu
Okay, I won't smoke.

What do you think of the tunes? Noises or whatever?

Macy
Spoken, monotonous with background quirky sounds. Lou said when I interviewed her.

Macy and Stu in unison.
Music is fucking secondary.

Macy..continuing..
It's all about offending people or to the same effect.

Stu
Well, we're kinda bandmates. Before, we were. She kinda duped me with some cash. That fucking pothead.

Macy
No! (meaning really) How much?

Stu
Enough to piss you off.


She is looking for some skirt or something. She is still in her knickers. But he didn't notice. He was still rummaging through the box with tapes and CD's.


Macy
Could you hand me that hanger?

Stu
Going somewhere?

Macy
I'm actually offensive in my knickers


Stu
I thought it was either an oversized t-shirt or an extremely short skirt

She blurts out a half-laugh as Joy Division's AutoSuggestion plays