Burnt and Squeak

INT. TOMMY’S BEDROOM – EVENING

TOMMY (31, chubby, nice guy) sits on the edge of his bed and looks down at the mobile phone on his bedside table. He rubs his hands together and takes a deep breath. Quickly picks up the phone, Tommy clicks a button, and holds it to his ear. It rings.

INT. JULIA’S KITCHEN – EVENING

JULIA (33, athletic, straight shooter) hurries around the kitchen, a number of saucepans sit on the stove, food cooks inside them. Julia is about to open the oven when the microwave beeps. She looks across at it as her phone rings. She sighs angrily, answers it and holds to her ear with her shoulder.

JULIA
Yes?

INTERCUT BETWEEN TOMMY AND JULIA

TOMMY
Yes, Julia?

JULIA
Yes, what? Who is this?

TOMMY
Oh it’s, ah, Tommy, from working, uh, from the place, the place where you work. From work.

Some oil spits up from the fry pan and burns Julia’s arm.

JULIA
Shit!

TOMMY
Oh I’m sorry, I’ll, I’ll just leave you be.

JULIA
No, sorry, I just burnt myself. I’m cooking.

TOMMY
Oh right, I can call back later…

JULIA
No, no, no, it’s fine, I’m a terrible cook anyway. What do you want?

TOMMY
I, I was wondering if perhaps, maybe, that maybe, if you’d want-

Tommy lets out a nervous squeak.

TOMMY (CONT’D)
Ehmm, sorry, I’ve never made that noise before. I was wondering if-

Julia moves towards the microwave but turns when her smoke alarm goes off. Smoke trickles out of her oven, she moves towards and opens it, smoke billows out.

JULIA
Crap!

TOMMY
Crap? Crap me? Or crap you got burned again?

JULIA
Crap I think I burnt the roast a bit.

Julia turns the oven off and waves the smoke away from the smoke alarm with a oven mitt.

TOMMY
Oh okay. Well you’re meant to allow twenty five to thirty minutes per five hundred grams. How much does your roast weigh?

JULIA
I have no idea. Like I said, I’m not a good cook. Anyway, what were you saying.

TOMMY
Yes, well, I was wondering if maybe-

Tommy squeaks again.

TOMMY (CONT’D)
(to himself)
Again?
(in a rush)
I was wondering if maybe you’d like to have dinner with me?

Julia opens the microwave and looks in.

JULIA
You’ve got to be kidding me?

TOMMY
Umm, is this one about me? Or, or is this still food based?

JULIA
Food. The microwave ruined my potatoes.

TOMMY
Why are you cooking potatoes in the microwave?

JULIA
Because I have no idea what I’m doing, and yes.

TOMMY
Yes?

JULIA
Yes I’ll have dinner with you.

TOMMY
Oh, wow, that’s great, that’s amazing, that’s-

Tommy squeaks again.

TOMMY (CONT’D)
Get it together Tommy.

JULIA
In fact let’s have dinner tonight.

TOMMY
Really?

JULIA
Yes. I’m meant be cooking dinner for my whole family and while I have no idea how to cook you clearly do. Be at mine in ten.

TOMMY
What? Umm, o-okay. I, I’ll see you soon.

A dial tone comes from the other end.

TOMMY (CONT’D)
Julia? Julia?

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