BlockheadA Screenplay by Yosef a short screenplay written to be performed and made as a short web series exactly three episodes. INT. CHILD’S ROOM - DAYTIME NARRATOR In a room, a young man is measuring the distance between his eyes. A hobby he’d recently run into. Someone said intelligence was based on how far apart your eyes were from each other. Someone was teasing. Someone had said an inch for a dunce, half more and your normal, two inches between the eyes and your an Einstein. His measurement read half in inch, Normal. CHILD Normal. What’s so cool about that? At least abnormal’d be more fun. Oh! Maybe I could have had a 8th finger... or maybe been half cat and half human... or the tallest boy on Earth. Seems normal’s the norm these days. Rats. I’ll fix this today! EXT. PARK MERRY GO ROUND - MORNING Lying in the lonely parks merry go round the boy contemplates ways to change. CHILD Today,today,today.... The Parks sprinkler system goes on NARRATOR He’s got it! CHILD I’ve got it! EXT. PARK PLAYGROUND - MORNING The child covers himself in mud and becomes a mud man. A smaller child sees him and runs. A dog barks at him all the while from his dirty perspective. NARRATOR Everyone was watching now. 2. EXT. PARK TREES - MORNING NARRATOR Of course that didn’t last too long considering his addiction to running after squirrels. After the mornings first attempt at trying, and after the schools last bell rang, something happened. EXT. BEACH - DAYTIME NARRATOR That which could not be avoided came in the form of a lunch box. He is looking for coins on the beach and finds a box with picture engravings carved on its finish. NARRATOR Inside were objects unfamiliar to him. So he went online and learned how to do things the Google way. He searched, he like’d, and surfed and he clicked. It’d turned out in his possession was... CHILD An ancient form of sound wave forming blocks that could control the en-vi-ron-ment. They man-i-pu-late space time, through the process of adding weight to wave-lengths. Sounds expensive. EXT. PIER - DAYTIME NARRATOR The First block labeled ANON affected weight. With it between his hands the space from his feet to the floor widened. An EAGLE was flying overhead. CHILD Whoa. Easy. haha. I feel kind of like a soap bubble. One step at a time. (CONTINUED) CONTINUED: 3. NARRATOR His first step sent him 20 feet across the sand. Sending a fierce wind beneath him.He was able to jump higher than he’d ever jumped before it seemed as though gravity itself had vanished. He jumped over barns, he jumped over bridges, he leaped til there was nowhere to leap but...up. He slowly looks up. CHILD I always wanted to be the first human on mars. Countdown. Go! NARRATOR So with all his might he’d jumped so high he traveled half the milky way before realizing you need air to breath. So as he lay slowly floating in space. Running out of air. He desperately yearned for Earth. To be his normal self again. He then rapidly began to fall back. CHILD Ahhhhhh! FADE TO BLACK EXT. SKY - DAYTIME The loud sound of air and fabric flapping fills the black screen. Fade in POV of child while he is falling through clouds. NARRATOR 100ft of desperation. 50ft of contemplation CHILD This is isn’t happening. This isn’t happening. NARRATOR 25ft to remember 5 ft to his last summer.. (CONTINUED) CONTINUED: 4. CHILD This is happening?! The sound fades completely. EXT. PARK SANDBOX - AFTERNOON The child comes to an abrupt stop above a sand box. His hair looks a mess. He flips over to face the sky breathing heavily still floating. CHILD Awesome! EXT. PARK - AFTERNOON NARRATOR The second block, KIVA was heavier not only on his arms but would soon be on his soul. As he reassuringly swung the cube over his head everything else swung no more. The Earth was on pause. We see a basketball game frozen in progress. The Ice cream man serving kids is frozen. A dog catching a Frisbee is frozen. The child stands frozen as well, only his eyes begin to look around. He looks down at the blocks. His eyes widen. CHILD I want another set for Christmas. The child walks up to a frozen person. CHILD They look like those bugs in a box my teacher collects. I wonder if she’d want one of these. Here you go miss Crabb? I brought you a new one for your collection? What you don’t have this one. Two gold stars. No you really shouldn’t have. A squirrel! NARRATOR He was never a boy interested in history. But he suddenly had an urge to build a pyramid, he did so with squirrels. His stomach begins to growl. (CONTINUED) CONTINUED: 5. CHILD What goods this masterpiece if no one sees it. He waves his little hands in front of a frozen persons figure. CHILD Being an invisible boy isn’t helping my situation. NARRATOR The boy then made an obstacle course of people. He spun between them like a helicopter spider would spin, he ran under the legs like a cheetah on the battlefield, but after a few minutes of people hopping, coloring and dancing. He felt a whole in his belly. His tongue felt as scratchy as a cats. This mischief much as it was fun, was tiring. EXT. PARK HILL - CONTINUOUS The child rolls down a grassy hill. EXT. PARK EATING AREA - CONTINUOUS CHILD Time for a snack. He tries to a little girls sweets, but the cookies are hard. CHILD ouch. They must be stale. EXT. PARK PARTY AREA - CONTINUOUS There is a party going on so he takes the candy from the piñata. CHILD Mexican candy. I love it. Damn this is stale. And ones stale? What’s going on?! 6. EXT. PARK WATER FOUNTAIN - CONTINUOUS He tries to drink the water from the fountain and bottle but nothing will budge. The sun is blaring down. He feels noxious. CHILD I feel noxious. NARRATOR He must get home quickly. CHILD I must get home quickly. His wrist watch goes off. EXT. PARK PARKING LOT - CONTINUOUS He tries to use a bike, skateboard, scooter but none would budge. He is forced to walk home. INT. HOUSE - AFTERNOON NARRATOR He stumbled into his home. CHILD Juice box. I need a juice box. Capri, gator, kist, anything! MOTHER Here honey! He downs a fruit punch. CHILD Juice me. She hands him another. He suddenly brightens up. CHILD I’ll be in my room. MOTHER You dropped this. In her hand was a block. (CONTINUED) CONTINUED: 7. MOTHER what is this? He takes it from her hand. CHILD History project. MOTHER Dinners at eight sweety. He walks into his room and shuts his door. INT. CHILD’S BEDROOM - AFTERNOON NARRATOR He was excited to be getting to the third block. What would this do? It had a funny looking beetle on it and under it the word, CHILD KHE-PE-RA NARRATOR Could it be a form of distorting space, or maybe allow him to see in heat ray vision. After a moment realizing nothing happened he shook the block. Screamed at the block. Threw the block only to fetch it back. CHILD There must be a trick. Something I’m missing. Naps help me think. INT. CHILD’S BEDROOM - NIGHT NARRATOR So he went to sleep holding the object. It was soon night out, but he was glowing as bright as day. Could it be, yes the power of the sun was in his possession. Anything he touched illuminated as evidenced by his sleep walking. The Midas touch in his chubby fingers. Wake up little boy, awaken from your dreams of bubbles and candy. Oh, this is a wreck for even me to see. (MORE) (CONTINUED) CONTINUED: 8. NARRATOR (cont’d) With that block you could change the world! His real chance at being abnormal. Woe, But he is but asleep. Oh, Well what you don’t know can’t hurt you. The next day waking, thinking EXT. CHILD’S BEDROOM - MORNING CHILD It’s broken. NARRATOR He throws it in the closet. INT. HOUSE KITCHEN - MORNING NARRATOR He fills his cereal with orange juice instead of milk as is usual and went to school. INT. CHILD’S BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS Shot of closet closed and a light being emitted from underneath. The screen fades in a flash.
© 2011 YosefAuthor's Note
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