WRITING SAMPLE
by Robin Scanlon
FADE IN:
INT : BEVERLY HILLS HOME - LOUNGE : NIGHT
Wealth and comfort exude from the room's furnishings, paintings and grand
piano, while a few small, wall-mounted lights have been left on, casting eerie
shadows.
FLAP! FLAP! A full length curtain rustles in the night breeze and as it flaps
open we see the window behind it yawning wide.
One of the window panes is smashed. Shards of glass lie crunched into the
carpet.
Across the lounge prowl two dark figures.
JAKE (25), a reed of a man, treads lightly, while BEN (30) is more ungainly,
despite his best efforts. His rotund shape is exaggerated by a backpack.
CLOSE-UP:
On Ben's wide eyes, as they dart nervously around the room.
The two men stop at the foot of a wide staircase.
JAKE
(whispers)It's supposed to be on the coffee table.(pointing)Over there.
POV:
Ben follows Jake's pointing finger and sees the table on the other side of the
lounge. A precious jade statue stands over a pile of papers and magazines.
They pass the staircase, then...
CREAK.
There is movement upstairs.
Turning to look up, Ben's backpack brushes against a vase balanced on a
pedestal.
The vase rocks...
Teeters...
Tips...
And Jake shoots out a hand to steady it.
Jake and Ben freeze, looking at each other...
Waiting.
A door upstairs opens and someone urinates into a toilet. It continues for a
humorously long time, concludes with a relieving burp and then the toilet
flushes.
Ben barely contains a chuckle, stiffles it with a hand over his mouth.
All is silent again.
JAKECome on.
They reach the table. Ben caresses the statue.
BENShe's a beauty.
But Jake sorts through the papers and grabs a thick, manilla envelope.
JAKEHere, stick this in the bag.
Ben is puzzled, frowns.
JAKEIt's his latest project.
Then lights flash.
An alarm wails.
FADE OUT.
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