Second Script

Olly did our new script. I like it especially the first bit.

Blurb – read at bus stop

Lisa (v/o): In a city with a population approaching one million, each bus sees roughly 2,500 commuters a day. One of them must be the one.

On the bus – book open

Lisa (v/o): Adult. That’s what the ticket says. So I’ll act like one. I’ll act like an adult. I never understood why tickets are valid until half four in the morning. Do buses even run that late? And what good could possibly come from being out of bed and in a bus at such a ridiculous time? As if travelling on a oversized metal rectangle that claims to “fit 45 persons comfortably”, 83 on a double-decker, can be productive in any means. Not for business [short pause] or leisure [long pause] certainly not for romance. To even humour the notion is insane, meeting the man of your dreams in a shipping container on wheels. And how would that go exactly, to just turn around and he’ll be there with his [insert colour here] eyes and his cheeky smile. It’s not as if he’d even notice me, tell me he’d seen me before.

Sam: I’ve seen you before.

Lisa: It’s all very well saying that but why should I believe you?

Sam: You probably shouldn’t, this notion that another human would show in you is absurd, isn’t it?

Lisa: you’ve seen me before, like what, watching me?

Sam: No. Well kinda, but not in a funny way.

Lisa: In a sad way?

Sam: That’s not it either. It’s just I’ve noticed you. You get on the bus, go round for hours, then get off at the same stop you got on.

Lisa: You don’t even know me, how dare you judge me.

Sam: I wasn’t try-

Lisa:                - wasn’t what? Expecting to work at carpet land for three years?

Sam: Huh?

Lisa: Recession hit hard, and your girlfriend might leave if you lost your job.

Sam: How do you know about- my girlfriend?

Lisa:                                        - Keyring.        (Camera goes to picture of keyring with girl’s face)

Long pause. Sam is speechless. Lisa looks smug, but then recoils.

 

Lisa (v/o): so even when someone cares, she scares them off. One by one.

She closes the book, Sam is gone

Lisa walks off the bus

Camera pans to Sam’s seat, there is a ticket