I recently got inspired to write a romance screenplay, despite having little to no experience writing in the genre. I'd just like to know what people think of this so far, even though it isn't nearly complete. If anyone would be interested in reading it and letting me know what they think, it'd be greatly appreciated. Thank you!
EXT. HOTEL - NIGHT
In the heart of Paris, a middle-range Hotel's sign glows in the soft darkness
CUT TO:
INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
Someone is vigilantly typing on his laptop, with a visibly exhausted and frustrated look on his face.
GEORGE an anglophone Canadian aspiring author in his early thirties, lurches over the laptop screen.
His eyes widen as the screen turns blue, with the familiar Skype ringtone emitting from the laptop speakers. GEORGE answers the call, to see both his parents on the other side
GEORGE
Hello?
MR. PEABODY
Well look who it is! Mr. Mysterious! What, did you forget about us after a month of being in Paris?
MRS. PEABODY
You never call us, GEORGE, we miss you.
GEORGE
Sorry, I've just been working on my novel and I think....
MRS. PEABODY
Again with this novel...
MR. PEABODY
GEORGE, it's time to start maturing. Why don't you just forget about this novel, at least for a little while, and come back to Toronto.
GEORGE
You know I can't do that...
MRS. PEABODY
GEORGE I was just talking to Mrs. Marshton the other day who said her son just got a new job at the Toronto Star! George you used to love journalism, why don't you try your hand at that?
GEORGE
I tried that. Don't you remember, Mom?
MR. PEABODY
I do. The Herald loved your work, and you just walked away from it. It just doesn't make sense, George.
GEORGE
Dad, I wasn't happy in Journalism.
MR. PEABODY
Look. I get it. Your at a bit of a rut in your life. If this is about Julia then...
This visibly upsets GEORGE, who starts to look angered by his parents remarks.
GEORGE
This isn't about Julia! How many times do I have to tell you? I....
GEORGE pauses to recollect himself, calming down.
GEORGE
Look. I should get back to work, I'll talk to you guys later.
MRS.PEABODY
GEORGE we worry about you. Try to think about what we said, okay?
GEORGE
Sure.
GEORGE closes the laptop, darkening the room. He then opens the drapes of his hotel window, revealing the landscape of Paris below him. Peering out in to the streets, GEORGE looks at his watch before putting on his coat and exiting the hotel room.
EXT. STREETS OF PARIS - NIGHT
GEORGE walks down the streets of Paris, looking depressed. He peers in to the windows of different restaurants, seeing couples eating dinner and enjoying themselves. GEORGE continues to walk until he approaches a quaint Paris bar, and walks inside.
INT. PARIS BAR - NIGHT
GEORGE walks inside and immediately approaches the bar and orders a whisky on the rocks. He sips his drink while looking around the bar. GEORGE notices an attractive woman sitting by herself, but continues to stare down at his drink. The bartender notices this, and approaches GEORGE.
BARTENDER
She's really something, eh?
GEORGE
Who?
BARTENDER
You don't need to be bashful around me, monsieur. I noticed how you were looking at her.
GEORGE
Do you know her?
BARTENDER
I've seen her here before. Always alone. Strange, such a belle fille.
GEORGE peers over at the table where the girl sits. Hesitant to get up from the bar, the girl eventually gets up from the table and departs.
BARTENDER
Ah, malchance monsieur. I'm sure she'll be back another night.
GEORGE
You think so?
BARTENDER
Why don't you come back and find out?
The BARTENDER walks away chuckling while cleaning a glass. George continues to look at the empty table where the attractive woman once sat. He then quickly finishes his drink, pays his tab, and exits the bar.
EXT. STREETS OF PARIS - NIGHT
GEORGE continues to walk down the streets of Paris, before he notices the attractive woman standing next to a fountain, looking down inventively at the water. GEORGE notices that she reaches in to her pocket, and pulls out a coin. Flicking the coin in to the fountain, she then looks at the water again for a moment before walking away from the fountain.
GEORGE continues to follow the woman before she gets in to a taxi, and drives away. GEORGE than releases a sigh and walks back to his hotel.
INT. HOTEL ROOM - MORNING
GEORGE drinks a cup of coffee while sitting in front of his laptop. Staring blankly at the laptop screen, he continues to type. While rubbing his eyes, he looks down at his watch. Eyes widened, he starts to wildly get dressed.
Brushing his teeth, he puts on his shoes and after rinsing rushes out the door.
INT. CAFE - NOON
GEORGE quickly walks in to the cafe and takes a seat at a table where CHRISTOPHE sits. CHRISTOPHE looks annoyed, and gives GEORGE a glare.
CHRISTOPHE
What does 9:30 mean?
GEORGE
I know, I just needed to make some quick edits...
CHRISTOPHE
Just give it to me.
CHRISTOPHE snatches the manuscript out of GEORGE's hands with anger, and glances down at it.
CHRISTOPHE
You're lucky you have such a strong history monsieur Peabody, or else I would have left twenty minutes ago.
GEORGE
It's... It's just a start. The first five chapters are there. If you like that I'll show you the rest.
CHRISTOPHE
I hope I'm not disappointed, monseiur Peabody. This entire industry knows of your notorious writer's block. And if this is...
GEORGE
Don't worry about that. I guarantee you'll like this one, promise.
CHRISTOPHE
I hope so.
Taking another sip of his coffee, CHRISTOPHE gets up from the table, leaving the cost of the coffees and a tip on the table. He checks his watch and begins to depart before stopping.
CHRISTOPHE
You'll hear from us in two days. Okay?
GEORGE
Yeah, sure. Thank you, by the way. I know you guys are doing me a favour.
CHRISTOPHE
Don't make me regret it, and you won't need to thank me, monseiur.
With that said CHRISTOPHE leaves the cafe. GEORGE sits alone at the table in a daze for a brief moment before walking out as well.
EXT. STREETS OF PARIS - NIGHT
GEORGE walks alone at night yet again, looking visibly somber. He walks to the bar that he stepped in to last night again, in hopes of seeing the attractive female he laid eyes upon the night before.
BARTENDER
Monsieur! What can I get for tonight?
GEORGE
Just a whisky on the rocks, please.
BARTENDER
Have you come again to see the belle fille, monsieur?
GEORGE
No. Why, have you seen her?!
BARTENDER
Didn't mean to intrude, monsieur. But non, I haven't seen her yet tonight.
GEORGE hangs his head low, when suddenly the door of the bar swings open, causing GEORGE to lift his head and look towards the entrance of the bar. In the doorway is the attractive female, who sits beside him.
BELLE FILLE
One cosmopolitan, please.
GEORGE becomes stiff, and slightly peers to his left where the woman sits. She moves her eyes towards him, and he quickly turns away. The BELLE FILLE notices this, and looks strangely towards GEORGE.
BELLE FILLE
Do I know you from somewhere?
It's takes a moment for this question to register in GEORGE'S mind. He nearly chokes on his whisky while trying to answer the BELLE FILLE'S question
GEORGE
Who...me? No... no. I don't think so.
BELLE FILLE
Hm. Strange. It almost feels like we've met before. Corinne.
CORRINE says this while reaching out her hand towards GEORGE, who awkwardly shakes it.
CORRINE
So what brings an American to Paris?
GEORGE
I'm... Canadian
CORRINE
A Canadienne! I have family in Quebec City, where are you from?
GEORGE
T...Toronto
CORRINE
Ah, Toronto! I've always wanted to visit. So.. what brings a Canadienne to Paris?
GEORGE
I'm working on a novel
CORRINE
A novelle? How interesting! Did you come to Paris for inspiration?
GEORGE
Yes.
CORRINE
Ah... un homme of few words, I see.
CORRINE begins to get up from the bar, when GEORGE quickly turns to stop her.
GEORGE
No! Um... I'm sorry. Please, stay.
CORRINE sits back down, staring in to the eyes of GEORGE.
GEORGE
Yes, I came here for inspiration. I've had a bad case of writer's block lately, and I thought coming here would help me.
CORRINE
You thought?
GEORGE
Well, my novel hasn't come out quite the way I'd like it to. But, forget about that, have you always lived in Paris?
CORRINE
Yes, monsieur. It's hard to leave when everyone who visits your city remarks on how it's the greatest in the world.
GEORGE
It's beautiful here.
CORRINE
Yes. Well, I should be going. I don't want to keep you.
GEORGE
Wait! Would you like to go for a walk with me?
CORRINE
A walk?
GEORGE
Yeah... just around the streets. You know what? Forget about it. I shouldn't have asked I'm sorry I just-
CORRINE
A walk sounds nice.
CORRINE says this with a smile, and takes GEORGE's hand as she walks out of the bar. The BARTENDER gives GEORGE a wink and wave as he leaves.
EXT. STREETS OF PARIS - NIGHT
GEORGE and CORRINE are walking along the sidewalk of Paris during the night time, laughing and enjoying themselves.
GEORGE
There's just something about Paris at night. The lights, the streets, it's all so captivating, so inspiring.
CORRINE
I used to see it that way.
CORRINE sadly looks at the ground, causing GEORGE to grab her hand. They look in to each others eyes for a brief moment before GEORGE lets go. CORRINE looks down at her watch.
In the heart of Paris, a middle-range Hotel's sign glows in the soft darkness
CUT TO:
INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
Someone is vigilantly typing on his laptop, with a visibly exhausted and frustrated look on his face.
GEORGE an anglophone Canadian aspiring author in his early thirties, lurches over the laptop screen.
His eyes widen as the screen turns blue, with the familiar Skype ringtone emitting from the laptop speakers. GEORGE answers the call, to see both his parents on the other side
GEORGE
Hello?
MR. PEABODY
Well look who it is! Mr. Mysterious! What, did you forget about us after a month of being in Paris?
MRS. PEABODY
You never call us, GEORGE, we miss you.
GEORGE
Sorry, I've just been working on my novel and I think....
MRS. PEABODY
Again with this novel...
MR. PEABODY
GEORGE, it's time to start maturing. Why don't you just forget about this novel, at least for a little while, and come back to Toronto.
GEORGE
You know I can't do that...
MRS. PEABODY
GEORGE I was just talking to Mrs. Marshton the other day who said her son just got a new job at the Toronto Star! George you used to love journalism, why don't you try your hand at that?
GEORGE
I tried that. Don't you remember, Mom?
MR. PEABODY
I do. The Herald loved your work, and you just walked away from it. It just doesn't make sense, George.
GEORGE
Dad, I wasn't happy in Journalism.
MR. PEABODY
Look. I get it. Your at a bit of a rut in your life. If this is about Julia then...
This visibly upsets GEORGE, who starts to look angered by his parents remarks.
GEORGE
This isn't about Julia! How many times do I have to tell you? I....
GEORGE pauses to recollect himself, calming down.
GEORGE
Look. I should get back to work, I'll talk to you guys later.
MRS.PEABODY
GEORGE we worry about you. Try to think about what we said, okay?
GEORGE
Sure.
GEORGE closes the laptop, darkening the room. He then opens the drapes of his hotel window, revealing the landscape of Paris below him. Peering out in to the streets, GEORGE looks at his watch before putting on his coat and exiting the hotel room.
EXT. STREETS OF PARIS - NIGHT
GEORGE walks down the streets of Paris, looking depressed. He peers in to the windows of different restaurants, seeing couples eating dinner and enjoying themselves. GEORGE continues to walk until he approaches a quaint Paris bar, and walks inside.
INT. PARIS BAR - NIGHT
GEORGE walks inside and immediately approaches the bar and orders a whisky on the rocks. He sips his drink while looking around the bar. GEORGE notices an attractive woman sitting by herself, but continues to stare down at his drink. The bartender notices this, and approaches GEORGE.
BARTENDER
She's really something, eh?
GEORGE
Who?
BARTENDER
You don't need to be bashful around me, monsieur. I noticed how you were looking at her.
GEORGE
Do you know her?
BARTENDER
I've seen her here before. Always alone. Strange, such a belle fille.
GEORGE peers over at the table where the girl sits. Hesitant to get up from the bar, the girl eventually gets up from the table and departs.
BARTENDER
Ah, malchance monsieur. I'm sure she'll be back another night.
GEORGE
You think so?
BARTENDER
Why don't you come back and find out?
The BARTENDER walks away chuckling while cleaning a glass. George continues to look at the empty table where the attractive woman once sat. He then quickly finishes his drink, pays his tab, and exits the bar.
EXT. STREETS OF PARIS - NIGHT
GEORGE continues to walk down the streets of Paris, before he notices the attractive woman standing next to a fountain, looking down inventively at the water. GEORGE notices that she reaches in to her pocket, and pulls out a coin. Flicking the coin in to the fountain, she then looks at the water again for a moment before walking away from the fountain.
GEORGE continues to follow the woman before she gets in to a taxi, and drives away. GEORGE than releases a sigh and walks back to his hotel.
INT. HOTEL ROOM - MORNING
GEORGE drinks a cup of coffee while sitting in front of his laptop. Staring blankly at the laptop screen, he continues to type. While rubbing his eyes, he looks down at his watch. Eyes widened, he starts to wildly get dressed.
Brushing his teeth, he puts on his shoes and after rinsing rushes out the door.
INT. CAFE - NOON
GEORGE quickly walks in to the cafe and takes a seat at a table where CHRISTOPHE sits. CHRISTOPHE looks annoyed, and gives GEORGE a glare.
CHRISTOPHE
What does 9:30 mean?
GEORGE
I know, I just needed to make some quick edits...
CHRISTOPHE
Just give it to me.
CHRISTOPHE snatches the manuscript out of GEORGE's hands with anger, and glances down at it.
CHRISTOPHE
You're lucky you have such a strong history monsieur Peabody, or else I would have left twenty minutes ago.
GEORGE
It's... It's just a start. The first five chapters are there. If you like that I'll show you the rest.
CHRISTOPHE
I hope I'm not disappointed, monseiur Peabody. This entire industry knows of your notorious writer's block. And if this is...
GEORGE
Don't worry about that. I guarantee you'll like this one, promise.
CHRISTOPHE
I hope so.
Taking another sip of his coffee, CHRISTOPHE gets up from the table, leaving the cost of the coffees and a tip on the table. He checks his watch and begins to depart before stopping.
CHRISTOPHE
You'll hear from us in two days. Okay?
GEORGE
Yeah, sure. Thank you, by the way. I know you guys are doing me a favour.
CHRISTOPHE
Don't make me regret it, and you won't need to thank me, monseiur.
With that said CHRISTOPHE leaves the cafe. GEORGE sits alone at the table in a daze for a brief moment before walking out as well.
EXT. STREETS OF PARIS - NIGHT
GEORGE walks alone at night yet again, looking visibly somber. He walks to the bar that he stepped in to last night again, in hopes of seeing the attractive female he laid eyes upon the night before.
BARTENDER
Monsieur! What can I get for tonight?
GEORGE
Just a whisky on the rocks, please.
BARTENDER
Have you come again to see the belle fille, monsieur?
GEORGE
No. Why, have you seen her?!
BARTENDER
Didn't mean to intrude, monsieur. But non, I haven't seen her yet tonight.
GEORGE hangs his head low, when suddenly the door of the bar swings open, causing GEORGE to lift his head and look towards the entrance of the bar. In the doorway is the attractive female, who sits beside him.
BELLE FILLE
One cosmopolitan, please.
GEORGE becomes stiff, and slightly peers to his left where the woman sits. She moves her eyes towards him, and he quickly turns away. The BELLE FILLE notices this, and looks strangely towards GEORGE.
BELLE FILLE
Do I know you from somewhere?
It's takes a moment for this question to register in GEORGE'S mind. He nearly chokes on his whisky while trying to answer the BELLE FILLE'S question
GEORGE
Who...me? No... no. I don't think so.
BELLE FILLE
Hm. Strange. It almost feels like we've met before. Corinne.
CORRINE says this while reaching out her hand towards GEORGE, who awkwardly shakes it.
CORRINE
So what brings an American to Paris?
GEORGE
I'm... Canadian
CORRINE
A Canadienne! I have family in Quebec City, where are you from?
GEORGE
T...Toronto
CORRINE
Ah, Toronto! I've always wanted to visit. So.. what brings a Canadienne to Paris?
GEORGE
I'm working on a novel
CORRINE
A novelle? How interesting! Did you come to Paris for inspiration?
GEORGE
Yes.
CORRINE
Ah... un homme of few words, I see.
CORRINE begins to get up from the bar, when GEORGE quickly turns to stop her.
GEORGE
No! Um... I'm sorry. Please, stay.
CORRINE sits back down, staring in to the eyes of GEORGE.
GEORGE
Yes, I came here for inspiration. I've had a bad case of writer's block lately, and I thought coming here would help me.
CORRINE
You thought?
GEORGE
Well, my novel hasn't come out quite the way I'd like it to. But, forget about that, have you always lived in Paris?
CORRINE
Yes, monsieur. It's hard to leave when everyone who visits your city remarks on how it's the greatest in the world.
GEORGE
It's beautiful here.
CORRINE
Yes. Well, I should be going. I don't want to keep you.
GEORGE
Wait! Would you like to go for a walk with me?
CORRINE
A walk?
GEORGE
Yeah... just around the streets. You know what? Forget about it. I shouldn't have asked I'm sorry I just-
CORRINE
A walk sounds nice.
CORRINE says this with a smile, and takes GEORGE's hand as she walks out of the bar. The BARTENDER gives GEORGE a wink and wave as he leaves.
EXT. STREETS OF PARIS - NIGHT
GEORGE and CORRINE are walking along the sidewalk of Paris during the night time, laughing and enjoying themselves.
GEORGE
There's just something about Paris at night. The lights, the streets, it's all so captivating, so inspiring.
CORRINE
I used to see it that way.
CORRINE sadly looks at the ground, causing GEORGE to grab her hand. They look in to each others eyes for a brief moment before GEORGE lets go. CORRINE looks down at her watch.
CORRINE
It's getting late, I should probably get going.
GEORGE
I could walk you home.
CORRINE
NO! I mean, no. That's fine, I really should go.
GEORGE
Um... okay.
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