Daily Achievement

INT. JOEL’S BEDROOM – MORNING

An alarm clock beeps. JOEL (17, skinny, quiet but not shy) opens his eyes to his partially lit bedroom as he lies in bed. He reaches out and turns off the alarm.

Joel looks at the window, and the blind over it, the bright sun bordering the outside of it, then down to his chest. On it sits an impossibly large black dog. The dog turns it’s head and looks at him. It is not friendly and panting, but serious (if a dog can be said to look serious).

Joel meets its gaze as it continues to stare unblinking at him. Joel attempts to lift himself up, but the dog has him firmly pinned down. Joel struggles a few more time to no avail. Joel lowers his head back down to his pillow and looks around his room.

His walls are blue, like a calm ocean, and there is a definite nautical theme to the room. A wall piece of a small anchor with rope sits above the doorway. A large ship in a bottle adorns the top of the tallboy. A red and white lifesaver is pinned up on one wall and a painting of a ship at sea rests on another one.

Joel’s eyes rest on the painting. It begins to move. The sky above the ship turns black as dark clouds roll in. The ship rocks violently as the waves below it churn. Lightning strikes.

Joel whips his eyes away from the painting. He rubs them.

Joel again looks at the large black dog on his chest, it continues to pin him to the bed. He sighs deeply and looks up at the ceiling.

The ceiling is strewn with many hairline cracks all along it. Joel tilts his head to the side as he studies them. In the cracks Joel sees a face, a frowny one. The cracks that make up the face light up to make it stand out. Beside it another face lights up amongst the multitude of cracks. Then another one, and another. More and more. Soon the whole ceiling is awash in lit faces made up from the many cracks present, all of them frowning, all of them sad.

Joel closes his eyes tightly, almost wincing. Tears well in his eyes. With a determined look his face settles. Joel wipes his eyes dry and resolutely looks back up to the ceiling.

Steely eyed he stares at it, concentrating hard. In the middle of all the frowny faces a collection of cracks begin to glow to form a single smiley face. The smiley face grows brighter as Joel continues to concentrate. The frowny faces begin to fade until only the smiley face remains.

Joel looks next to the painting. The stormy seas slowly begin to settle, the sky clearing, and the wind slowing until it becomes just a large boat sitting on a calm sea. It settles once more into a painting, unmoving.

Joel then looks to the large black dog. He smiles widely at it, and even lets out a small laugh. The dog whines briefly and then dissipates, blowing away like ash in the wind.

JOEL
Alright Joel, you can do this.

Joel whips the covers off himself, throws his legs over the side of the bed, and stands.

Dare to be a Man

EXT. SUBURBAN BACK YARD – DAY

A man, ALEX (32, stubbly, out of shape) stands heroically, as he stares out into the distance, a steely gaze on his face. Beside him stands him girlfriend, FIONA (30, pixie like) who looks up at him concerned. The sun shines over the house behind them in a blue sky.

FIONA
You don’t have to do this you know.

ALEX
Yes I do. You don’t understand.

FIONA
You’re right I don’t, I really don’t. What is it with you guys and bets?

Alex looks down at Fiona intensely.

ALEX
If we accept the bet we have to do it.

FIONA
No you don’t.

ALEX
Yes we do, it’s in the code.

FIONA
What code?

ALEX
The man code.

FIONA
C’mon, really, the man code?

ALEX
Yes.

FIONA
But this is stupid, like really stupid.

Alex looks up to the distance again, back to hero pose.

ALEX
This isn’t about stupidity, this is about honour. If a man accepts a bet then he is honour bound to complete it. If he does not, then he is no longer a man. This is the law of the man code.

FIONA
You’re making it sound all noble but this is just you literally jumping into a bath tub full of lard.

Pan out to reveal that Alex, dressed only in speedos, and Fiona, stand in front of a bath tub full of lard. Around them stand many of ALEX’S MATES ready to cheer him on, most at least a little tipsy, with empty cans of lard scattered around the lawn.

ALEX
What the dare involves is not important. What’s important is completing the dare. That’s what I’m going to do. That’s why I’m a man.

FIONA
Right, but you do agree it is stupid.

ALEX
(still looking heroic)
Yes.
(yelling widely)
Alright here we go!

ALEX’S MATES
Five! Four! Three! Two! One!

Fiona runs away as Alex jumps high in to the air to splat back down into the tub full of lard. All the men cheer and raise there drinks as he resurfaces.

ALEX
Oh my God! It’s even more disgusting than it looks, it’s even more disgusting than it looks. It’s everywhere, it’s creeped into every part of my body.

FIONA
I don’t understand you!

ALEX
I’m a man! I’m a man!

Sons

INT. BLACK EMPTY SPACE.

Black screen. A voice over. The narrator’s voice is old, male, and just bursting with wisdom, and a little madness.

NARRATOR (V.O.)
You all know of the seventh son…

Seven men, dressed in medieval garb, drop down one at a time in front of the black background.

NARRATOR (V.O.)
Of the seventh son…

From the last man seven boys pop into existence in a line extending out in front of him.

NARRATOR (V.O.)
And how that seventh son is, without fail, a wizard.

The last son at the end of the line, a baby, clothes change from a diaper to overly large wizards robe.

NARRATOR (V.O.)
And if you didn’t know that you do now, so shut up. I’m telling a story.

All the characters on screen look upwards at this outburst, shocked.

NARRATOR (V.O.)
Now where was I.

We focus once more on the baby in the wizards robe.

NARRATOR (V.O.)
Oh yes, the seventh son. Forget about him, this story isn’t about him.

The baby starts to cry.

NARRATOR (V.O.)
Because this isn’t medieval times anymore…

All the men and boy’s clothes change from medieval garb to more modern attire.

NARRATOR (V.O.)
And who the fuck is having seven sons! That’s madness. It’s also why wizards don’t exist anymore. No, people today, at least the smart ones, might have…three sons.

One by one the seven boys pop out of existence, followed closely behind by the last four men being lifted up and off the screen.

NARRATOR (V.O.)
This story is about the third son of a third son…

The focus shifts to the third man. Three boys pop into existence in a line extending out from him.We focus on the last one, a small gangly boy.

NARRATOR (V.O.)
And what he is destined to become.

Not Gangsta

EXT. CITY STREET – NIGHT

AMY (22) and SIMONE (22) both dressed in going out attire walk tipsily down a well lit city street, the occasional car goes past them.

AMY
That was a killer night. Did you see my moves on that d-floor? I owned that thing.

SIMONE
Amy, your moves were ridonculous, but keep it down alright. I would like to get home without us being attacked.

AMY
Sim, we’re not going to get attacked out here, and if we do I’ll just take care of business, if you know what I mean.

Amy gives Simone an exaggerated wink.

AMY
I mean I’ll punch them with my fists in case that wasn’t clear.

SIMONE
Ames I love you, and you’re beautiful, but you’re an idiot. You would be useless if we were attacked.

AMY
Hey look at this.

Amy flexes one of her skinny arms

AMY (CONT’D)
I did ten push ups the other day.

SIMONE
Girl push ups?

AMY
Well yeah. But people know me, you know. They know not to mess with me.

SIMONE
Ames, I feel like I have to tell you this but you’re not gangsta.

AMY
What? How can you say that? I’m totally gangsta. My education came from the school of hard knocks… and Melbourne girls grammer and TAFE. But I’m hard. You know I’m hard.

SIMONE
No you’re not. You’re incredibly soft. I think even I could beat you up.

AMY
No way. I’m from the streets alright. I know things you don’t.

SIMONE
We literally grew up on the same street.

AMY
Sure, but I feel like I spent more time kicking around the streets. I was basically a hooligan.

SIMONE
The only street you hung around was Thomsons Street, and that’s because the bakery there would sometimes give you free pastries.

AMY
Oh my god yes, those pastries were amazing. I would totally gun a fool down to get my hands on one of those pastries.

SIMONE
See now that I believe. You do get weirdly gangsta when food is involved.

From an alleyway behind them a noise is heard, like a can being kicked. The two girls looks at each other in fright.

AMY
RUN!

Amy sprints down the street, Simone a step behind her.