Paper Plane by M.M.

EXT – Camp Harstrick – DAY Sam, a somber 11-year-old, sits in the back of a minivan driven by his MOM. His forehead rest on the window. Meeting his gaze is 11-year-old Suzy, an equally somber girl. Other children are milling about the entrance to a camp. A sign reads, Camp Harstrick. The minivan slowly pulls away and the two children remain eye contact.

 

INT – SAM’S ROOM – DAY Sam lays on his stomach on his bed and looks out the window. After a few moments, he rolls onto his back and sighs. He looks to the desk in his room. His eyes widen and he begins to grin. He rolls off the bed and walks to his desk. He takes out a piece of paper and a pen and begins writing. All that can be seen is, Dear Suzy.

CUT TO Sam grabs his piggy bank,

INT – ENTRYWAY -DAY Sam pulls on his shoes.

CUT TO Sam puts on his coat.

 

EXT – POST OFFICE – DAY Sam, piggy bank in one hand and letter in the other, walks in front of the post office, looks up at it for a moment, and then begins walking up the stairs.

 

INT – POST OFFICE – DAY Sam walks to the desk where stamps are sold. He puts the letter on the desk, turns his piggy bank upside down and shakes it. The excitement drains from his face as he realizes that he can’t pay to send his letter.

INT – SAM’S ROOM – DAY Sam is sitting at his desk, slouching dejectedly. He glances at the letter,sighs, and turns to the window. His eyes narrow as a thought occurs to him. He slowly turns back to the letter sitting on his desk. He begins folding it.

EXT – SAM’S HOUSE – DAY Sam sticks his head out of his room’s window and looks around. He holds out a pinwheel to check the wind direction and speed, and then pulls his head back inside. He emerges a moment later with a paper airplane in hand. He aims and then throws it.

INT – SUZY’S ROOM – Day Suzy is sitting at the desk in her room, reading a book. Behind her, the wind rustles the drapes that line her open window. Suddenly, the paper airplane flies into the room and lands on the floor. Suzy looks up from her book, puzzled, and turns around. CUT TO BLACK

THE END

Dystopian Short by R.S. & H.G.

Birdseye view of a clear dome underneath which lies a city. Color correction is black and white.

 

Cut to shot of streets with men and women walking robotically (in unison/structured lines) toward a factory. (Citizens are wearing plain clothing and are expressionless)  

 

VO:

(Deep, brooding) There they go again. Off to waste another day.

 

Cut to closer shot of the line, you see the main character walk into frame, he is wearing a darker grey suit as opposed to the lighter grey of his peers.

 

VO:

You see that kid in the dark grey? Thats me… Richard, but you can call me Dick.

 

Over the shoulder shot of the factory they are marching towards, pans up to see smokestacks.

 

VO:

Another day…

 

Static shot of Dick hanging his coat on a rack and walking towards his control panel.  

VO:

Another dollar.

 

Same shot as Dick sits down at his station and begins work.

 

POV shot of Dick at his station, he is looking out his window to see the lower class workers below toiling in the factory.

 

Close up shot of Dick’s face, as he stares intently at the chaos below him. A scream catches his attention, and he looks over startled.

 

Second shot of the factory, this time slowly zooming in on the lower right quarter of the frame, which shows a severely injured man being taken away and being immediately replaced at his station.

 

VO:

There goes another one. I knew that factory workers had always been replaceable, but this one was different.

 

As the VO is happening, we cut back to a slightly wider medium shot of his face as his flat face slowly turns ridiculously sad and the audience sees his emotion for the first time.

 

Side shot of Dick at his panel, he slowly stands and walks out the door without his jacket.

 

VO:

That was it, I had had it. My job was nothing, I was nothing. I had no purpose.

 

Shot of him walking out the large double doors

Cut to another wide shot of the doors opening from the outside and him exiting center frame.

 

VO:

I had to get out of here. There was nothing else for me. But where would I go?

 

Cut to same original street shot (The one with the lines of people) The streets are now empty, and Dick walks through the middle in the opposite direction.

 

Sad music plays

 

Finally Dick comes up onto the dome wall. Dick is framed on the left and the wall on the right. He reaches his hand out, and touches the wall lightly. He then hits it again twice.

 

Music still playing as Dick beats the wall with anger. Yelling at it in frustration and his eyes swelling up (audio muted)

 

Suddenly, a light catches his eye. He looks to his left. Rack focus to what he is seeing, which is a crack in the wall with light spilling out of it.

 

VO:

…That’s new

 

Shot of Dick’s face, wiping sweat from his face with a questioning look.

 

Dick approaches the crack until he gets close enough to it. The light is almost blinding as he looks at it with wonder.

 

VO:

This could be a way out.A crack in the wall. A break in the system.

 

Shot of the face again. Close up

 

VO:

Should I stay. Should I go?

 

Same shot of the face. Dick makes the visual decision to leave. Cut to wide of Dick (from the back) going into the crack.

 

Color shifts from black and white to color, over the shoulder shot of beautiful nature and scenery.

 

VO:

Im finally free
Fade to black, credits roll, people get famous, ect.