pink [rough]A Screenplay by donoandre, an anxiety ridden boy goes on a date with his then-dream girl nala.pink a screenplay written by donovan banks EXT. NEW CARROLTON METRO STATION " SUNSET grey buses with blue, white and red decals file in and out of
the drop off lane. departing from one of these buses is ANDRE, speeding off.
he’s dressed in a plain ricotta-white, long-sleeved sweatshirt, slightly faded
black levis jeans, draped from the pocket up by his black trench coat and stained,
beige low-top vans. he dashes thru crowds of bewildered tourists and every-day
commuters, who are equally as annoyed by the tourists as he is. he reaches the
fare machine and puts $10 on his black silver-line smartrip, by way of scanner.
he scans his smartrip and weaves thru other civilians to get to the top
platform, in wait of the outgoing train. [andre scraps his white iphone out of his pocket to play kilo
kish’s K+ mixtape, as he does this he
gets a text from TREY] TREY aye bruh ANDRE ay waddup TREY what u doin
tonite son ANDRE out g-town
w/ nala TREY N***A! when
u gon stop takin’ these joints out ANDRE we just
chillin, it’s not that big of deal frfr TREY yea yea. u
say that til 2 months later when u playin’ 808s & heartbreak, cryin over
her and s**t ANDRE yea ok man,
peace [he puts his phone away]
CUT TO: INT. ORANGE LINE TRAIN ANGLE ON- DOORS [AUTOMATED DOOR CHIME] CHIME DOORS OPENING! STEP BACK, TO ALLOW CUSTOMERS TO EXIT, WHEN
BOARDING, PLEASE MOVE TO THE CENTER OF THE CAR. (double rings) STEP BACK, DOORS CLOSING! this is basically a chorus, repeated every stop. ANGLE ON " CENTERED VIEW OF CAR andre sits on the train idly while waiting for the transfer at
L’ENFANT PLAZA to the green line. he sits Indian style, dabbing methodically
between his twitter/tumblr/instagram feeds. out of all of the available apps
that allowed him to waste time or take himself out of awkward situations, he liked
instagram the best. twitter while helpful for news, is too annoying. there’s
always some braggadocios n***a, flexing with his clothes, or weed, or some
materialistic bullshit, or another dude making misogynistic jokes for retweets
and LOLs from other guys on his timeline. most of the time, twitter was just
some redundant s**t that nobody will care about in the next 2 days, it never
really matters but it kills time. tumblr is an enticing option, but it requires
too much attention than applicable on the move. instagram allowed him to be in
multiple places at once, seeing the world thru someone else’s perspective
allowed him to transcend subjectivity in a weird way. whenever he’s waiting for
something to happen he could go on there and see it happening for others. this
didn’t make him feel envious, but instead he found solace in knowing that there
was a happening, there was something else there outside of himself and his
surroundings. [TRAIN INTERCOM] “next stop, l’enfant plaza”
CUT TO: INT. TOP PLATFORM L’ENFANT PLAZA andre gets off the train, and moves towards the elevator geared
towards to the top platform of l’enfant. the station is about as crowded as u
would expect it to be on a saturday night. it’s not even 8pm, the night is
still young, and there aren’t any drunk white college kids stumbling around yet.
there is still an significant amount of people, and a mix of nationalities.
gentrification has swept thru dc, as it has most previously historically black
cities, but there is still an prominent amount of minorities. every now and
then, a white lady (about late 30’s) would evade him or clutch their purse as
they came in close contact. this used to bother him, but not as much anymore.
he couldn’t understand how someone as seemingly harmless and feminine as he was
could intimidate anyone, but then again he is black, and this is america. this
wasn’t that sad for him, he understood it, as did everyone else.
subconsciously, this gradually influenced him to become more cautious of his
actions. as he’s ready to switch to the opposite platform adjacent to
dual train tracks, he get’s a text from NALA, he pulls out his phone. ANGLE ON " IPHONE SCREEN NALA hey! ANDRE hey wassup NALA i’m still
gettin dressed so i’ll meet u @ the u street station @ 7:40, ok? ANDRE so… u don’t
want me to meet u @ silver spring? NALA i mean u
don’t HAVE to, i just don’t want u 2 go thru 2 much trouble L ANDRE ok i won’t,
see u later NALA wow, ur an
a*****e [side eye emoji] ANDRE but….. nvm
i’ll see u later NALA uh huh
[side eye emoji] he scatters and stumble upon a thread with a text from about 2
hours ago from ALEXIS
ALEXIS wanna come
over? J displaying an anxious but concentrated expression, he tries to
think up a lie to blow her off but he eventually loses interest. he puts his phone away and heads towards to opposite platform.
CUT TO: INT. STARBUCKS (GALLERY) " NIGHT (6:40pm) andre waits for the barista to make his espresso while listening
to “how’s it wrong” by toro y moi on his phone. next to him is a couple, a hispanic
girl with curly dark brown hair with blonde highlights in a brown duffle coat,
and a black guy who looks sorta looks like a cross between michael jackson
circa 1984 and maxwell on the cover of now,
they’re no older than 20. he can’t really make out their names or what they’re
saying but their conversation seems substantial by the looks of it. they hold
hands, she lays her head on his shoulder, it looks like love. nobody knows for
sure what random couples on the street are really like behind closed doors but
it’s like an advertisement, it looks nice, and u can’t judge until u experience
the actual product urself. it’s not that he wasn’t okay with being alone, he’s
spent most of his high school years learning to like himself. he was never an
complete outsider but he enjoyed to isolate himself, this put him in a space
where he had to deal with himself and who he truly was. all throughout that
time he’s longed not for someone to make him feel as if he was worthy of
adoration, but for someone to grow with. a partner to be their every step of
the way to help smooth out the rough patches that we all experience in life, to
experience love again. this love wasn’t movie love, it wasn’t done up with
makeup and a pyrotechnic filled happily ever after, he knows love doesn’t last
forever. love isn’t about ownership for him, it isn’t about being able to claim
someone as HIS, it was about the comfort of a confidant. the ability to be able
to have a question and to know exactly who to go for an answer to. the ability
to have someone to discuss dreams with and social issues with and to be
unapologetically himself around. this is what love was for him, a confidant,
not- ANGLE ON " BARISTA
BARISTA GRANDE CARAMEL MACHIATTO WITH SOY! ANGLE ON " CENTERED VIEW OF COUNTER
ANDRE that’s me, thanks dude andre reaches out and grabs his expression then walks out of the
café.
CUT TO: EXT. GALLERY PLACE STREETS " NIGHT (7pm) copious amounts of lights emerge from 5 story shops and cars (mostly taxis) which
smother the streets, not extremely, but indefinitely. andre walks aimlessly on
the sidewalk. many people walk the street, most are white, adult tourists.
there’s a group of people on the corner shouting at an extremist group which is
trying to discourage people from abortions using bible scriptures, nothing
really out of the normal. it’s not that cold, its around 35 degrees, but his espresso
is still releasing steam.
he pulls out a pack of marlboro red 100 cigarettes out of his
pocket. there are about 15 left in the box, he removes one and puts it in his
left hand between his middle and index fingers. he doesn’t smoke cigarettes
heavily, about 1-2 a day on weekdays and around 3 on weekends. cigarettes aren’t
really an addiction for him either, he’s been weeks without them with no
present urges before. however, he indulges in them to relieve anxiety. he pulls
out a box of matches in his pocket, strikes one, and lights the cigarette.
ANDRE (takes
2 hits) s**t the first couple of hits always chokes him a little. while he is methodically exchanging sips of his espresso with
cigarette pulls, a white guy about age 23 with a orange knitted beanie walks up
to him.
GUY hey man, do you have another cig? ANDRE
(widens eyes) um-yea man, here ya go he passes a cigarette to GUY GUY Thanks man! GUY lights up GUY stands adjacent to andre, he kind of wishes that GUY would
go away so he could enjoy himself but he was never an assertive person, he lets
him stay. GUY So what are you doing tonight man? ANDRE (takes
a drag) going out with some friends GUY Oh ok man that’s cool! I’m out with my friends, a night away
from the family andre thinks for a second, it’s no way this guy should be this
young with a family. ANDRE wait, u have a family? GUY Yeah! A wife and a 3 year old son ANDRE how old are u? GUY 25, I’m 25 years old man. It’s crazy but I actually like it,
knowing that I have someone to live for makes me feel all fuzzy inside, you
know? You just can’t explain it.
he couldn’t believe that someone was this young so committed to
something. he’s never had plans to get married or to have children, it was
always a frightening thought to bring another being into this world, especially
at a young age. he thought of it to be selfish. to bring a brown boy or girl
into a world such as this, a world where their imagination would be compressed
into a one-tracked spectrum of “reality”, as all adults lives have been. the
idea of one day having to come home to his little girl crying because some boys
were making fun of her hair. the idea of one day having to come home to his son
being called white for writing poems instead of throwing footballs. this
terrified him, to the point where he scraped the idea of children all together.
while these thoughts are occurring in his head he completely disregards what
GUY is saying, he slowly but surely makes his way out of this situation.
ANDRE ok man i gotta go, have a nice night
GUY ok bye man! andre walks towards the station, still dragging his cigarette.
CUT TO: INT. U STREET METRO STATION (7:50pm) andre is on his phone waiting for NALA. he doesn’t bother
texting her, questioning where she is. he doesn’t want to seem too anxious,
after all it’s only been 10 minutes. (iphone reads NALA 1 minute iMessage) he slides open the iMessage NALA hey, i’m
off the train, where r u?
he looks around and eventually spots her from a distance, he
doesn’t respond to the text, instead he runs up and taps her on the left
shoulder from behind and walks to her right. she looks over her left shoulder
and sees no one, then turns around and see’s him, she laughs and jokingly hits
his shoulder.
NALA don’t be runnin up on me like that! ANDRE
(smirks) (mockingly) don’t run up on me like that! they walk towards the train.
CUT TO: INT. BLUE LINE TRAIN they sit next to each other lounged on orange seats. NALA talks
about her trip from silver spring to the station and leaves out no details. andre
is listening but this whole time he can’t really pay that much attention.
NALA distracts him, not by her words, but by her presence, her
essence. she’s soft spoken but outspoken, she has a lot to say, about
everything. he values her thoughts more than his own because being a woman of
color, she has a drastically different perspective of life than he does, she
just knows what’s really up. women have to be aware of not only how they
present themselves but how others interpret them, NALA knows how to present
herself without compromising herself, she is NALA all the way. she’s average
height with dark brown curls that spawn upwards and descend towards their ends
which meet about an inch past her shoulder. her eyes are a rich brown, not
dull, u can see there is something more to them than just a color. tonight’s
she’s wearing black high-waisted pants, a fitted black crop top, high-top
nubuck black timberlands and a oversized black windbreaker. “prototype” from
the love below rings in his head as she goes on and on spewing tangents of the
whatever comes to mind. she’s put together, she knows what she wants to say and
she articulates it well. anxiety begins to kick in and he tries not to let it
show. his mind becomes cluttered with thoughts of what he could say or do to
spoil any positive sentiments she carries of him. reality
and anecdotal precognition play a role in this disorganization. it’s almost
schizophrenic, u can’t really be sure if it’s all in ur head or if ur actually
making a fool of urself by slurring ur words or drifting off into a
introspective flashes of self consciousness in which u analyze how u may be
presenting urself. this removes him from the situation at hand, often. in
defense, he swiftly grasps his sleeve in between his thumb and index finger,
this gives him a feeling of shelter, almost like a hermit, or a recluse. this
act doesn’t defend him from any possible blows to his self-esteem but this has
become second nature, it happens so often it doesn’t even come to him until- NALA ANDRE
ANDRE NALA
ANDRE awkward how? NALA like michael cera, nick & norah’s playlist type, ya know? ANDRE so the type of michael cera that makes playlist’s for his ex all
day? and end’s up f****n some random girl while lookin for a death grips-esque band? sounds about
right, but i’d rather be scott pilgrim,
michael cera
NALA that michael cera had faith in himself, sooooooooo maybe not yet
(giggles)
SIDE NOTE: this wasn’t her way of dissing him, it was more of
challenge for him to grow. NALA has a way with reading people, this allowed her
to distance herself from most
problematic situations that arise throughout her life or in contrast gravitate
towards people who could use her assistance, she was almost mystical in this
sense.
ANDRE so tell me, the all-knowing one that is nala, how do i reach
this stage of scott pilgrim?
NALA wellllll………. (she flips her hair over her shoulders) u get like
me basically! don’t ever rely on anyone to love u for u. u gotta wake up and
tell urself, whatever happens today happens, but all u can do thru it all is be
true to urself and honest with urself. life’s not forever, it’s no time to be
feelin’ sorry for urself
CUT TO: EXT. GEORGETOWN STREETS " NIGHT ANGLE ON- ANDRE AND NALA andre and nala walk, side by side (not touching), with no clear
destination yet. the streets are somewhat populated by not too much, just quiet
enough to make u feel comfortable with being out with a partner. a majority of
the people who aren’t andre and nala are in their mid 20’s, getting drunk at
one of the bars. andre pulls out his cigarettes, strikes a match, and lights one.
NALA that’s a bad habit
ANDRE what is?
NALA smoking cigarettes, i mean, i smoke them sometimes but to always
keep a pack as u do is a habit. andre takes a long, exaggerated drag of the cigarette and french
inhales the smoke for emphasis.
ANDRE it doesn’t really matter, we’re all gonna die anyways
NALA whoa, ur depressing
ANDRE the truth is depressing most of the time.
nala looks up at the sky, it’s night time and it’s really pretty
out. it’s the beginning of the month so there’s a full moon out accompanied by
the scattered white glow of stars. ANGLE ON " NALA
NALA do u ever think about if there’s something else out there?
besides us, ya know? like more to this. i’d love to go to mars. ANGLE ON " ANDRE AND NALA
ANDRE we’re only one galaxy. there’s another 10,000 that we can see
and there’s estimated to be over hundreds of billions out there in the cosmos.
we’ll probably never see intelligent life in our existence tho. we’ll be dead by 2200
NALA that’s probably true, depressing, but real
she takes the cigarette out of his hand and takes a hit.
ANDRE i thought it was a bad habit? NALA
(blowing smoke into ANDRE’s face) we’re all gonna die someday right?
CUT TO: EXT. UNDERNEATH KEY BRIDGE " NIGHT NALA and ANDRE walk on the left side of a stoned sidewalk,
ridden with rocks, adjacent to a stream of water that runs along the pathway.
NALA
(shivering) it’s f*****g cold NALA pulls out a backwood with about a gram stuffed in it. andre
pulls out a joint rolled with a RAWS paper. he pulls a blue BIC lighter out of
his pocket and lights the joint while it’s in his mouth. during the verbal
exchange they take turns dragging and passing the joint. NALA we need some music, u wanna play a song or should i?
ANDRE
(coughing) u go first then i’ll go
NALA pulls out her black iPhone 5S and plays “so high” by doja
cat on high volume.
ANDRE that’s a cliché but wise choice on ur part.
NALA its corny but its okay to be corny, u know like… i like… f**k i
forgot what I was gonna say ANDRE (mockingly) don’t do drugs kids
NALA why do u smoke?
ANDRE why do YOU smoke? NALA it’s something to do, ya know? and it’s good for social
settings, it helps me get into the creative mode with my paintings and all that
s**t. plus s**t gets overwhelming, like trying to find the balance between
realism and optimism, ya know? like trying to let ur mind run free and get back
to that childlike state of happiness and infinite imagination, trying to make
urself believe that anything is possible when u know it’s not. we’re all kinda
poisioned, ya know? like along the way that imagination and happiness is
stripped from us by garnering more knowledge and understanding that s**t isn’t
real all peaches and rainbows… but oh yea! back to weed, it’s just no down side
to it forreal, nobodies ever given me a reason to stop…. oh s**t! and plus like
i’ve been reading these studies from huffpost lately and s**t, and like… all
the stigmas are getting debunked and s**t like its really cool to see the truth
for once. a 10 second silence ensues, not just because they’re both high
at this point, instead it’s a mutual feeling of understanding arising that
isn’t tangible.
ANDRE uhhh…. I think this one is done NALA lights up the backwood. ANDRE pulls out his phone and plays “lost in the world” by kanye
west. NALA u remember when u said “we’re all gonna die anyways”? …. i was
wondering… what makes u look at life
that way?
ANDRE it’s not really looking at it, it’s just being real. i don’t see
the point in pretending with this s**t ya know? i know my time here is limited.
in juxtaposition to the timeline of the existence of the universe, we’re not
even 1%. i’m one of 7 trillion people on this earth, we all are different and
live different lives, everyone is special, and that’s cool, but in the end
we’re all equal in death. NALA so do u think life is meaningless? like there’s no reason for us
to be here?
ANDRE objectively speaking, yea like, there’s no reason to this s**t,
but we’re human and we are conscious of our existence, thus creating
perspective. this life s**t is all perspective. i’m human, i have this
perspective so therefore subjectively, life has whatever meaning i choose to
give it. it’s kind of a paradox, i don’t know where I’m going with this anymore.
NALA i just go with the flow man, like whatever happens, happens. u
can’t really stop s**t, so why trip over it?
ANDRE i’m not trippin’, it’s just like whatever to me now.
NALA what’s whatever?
ANDRE death
NALA that’s like the scariest thing, but it also seems so peaceful.
just silencing all the noise, ya know? i used to wish on it, like years back,
but the scariest part of it all is being alone in the end.
ANDRE we’re alone in the beginning, so it’s only right to be alone in
the end.
NALA i don’t want to be alone
CUT TO: INT. GOOD STUFF EATERY (RESTARUANT) " NIGHT ANDRE and NALA are on the second floor of the restaurant, this
is the dining floor. a singular line of booth-like chairs accompanied by table
sets are to the left of the staircase which leads to the second floor. there is
also an additional 4 table sets by the windows, which are to the front of the
building. there are 2 HD TV’s on the wall’s above the booths, which are
separated respectively by two large rectangular mirrors. the space is
relatively quiet and tranquil, there’s about 3 other couples other than ANDRE
and NALA. they dine at the tables nearest to the windows, across from one
another sitting face to face. ANDRE is eating a veggie burger, fries and
drinking from a 1 Liter bottle of smartwater. NALA has ordered a bacon burger,
fries and a vanilla milkshake. NALA THIS IS LIKE SO F*****G GOOD, OH MY GOD! she takes huge bites of the burger, not monstrously atrocious
bites, but u can tell that she is enjoying it. she continues to mutter words
off as she eats, describing how tasty her meal is but ANDRE isn’t paying that
much attention. ANDRE pulls his iPhone out of his pocket and unlocks it to read
a text message.
ALEXIS youre a
f*****g a*****e! he lets out an annoyed sigh and puts his phone back in his coat
pocket. NALA waves her hand over his eyes to refocus his attention on
her.
NALA UMM HELLO? DO U HEAR ME TALKING TO U OR NAH? ANDRE sort of jumps up and retracts to focusing on NALA.
ANDRE oh s**t, im sorry i was looking at something.
NALA thats just like a leo
ANDRE like a what? NALA a LEO! ur all withdrawn and introspective, because ur a leo.
ANDRE
(defensively) yo… shut up
NALA excuse me?
ANDRE u don’t know me like that. u can’t tell me who i am based off
the position of the sun and the moon on my birth month. that’s f****n stupid. NALA YOU’RE F****N STUPID! u
don’t know everything n***a!
a profuse pause ensues amongst the two of them, engendering
cringe worthy awkwardness. andre spends the next minute or so, which seems like
an hour, picking at the food on his plate in an idle position of discomfort. within
this timeframe, nala’s phone rings and she leaves the table. andre wonders
about who she could possibly speaking to at this time of night momentarily, but
denounces this as futile and continues picking at his half-eaten fries. time goes by… time goes by… minutes turn to what seems like hours, th- NALA
[returning to the table] hey..
ANDRE yo, im sorry for- NALA [interrupting] don’t say “sorry”. “sorry” is for people who mean what they say
or do, but aren’t honest enough to take responsibility. ANDRE but i am sorry, i didn’t want to be disrespectful.
NALA maybe we should just go, okay?
f**k..
ANDRE okay, sure
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