I am writing a screenplay and have come to my first scene that's mostly dependent on dialogue. This is not my first time writing dialogue, but my first doing it for a visual interpretation. I know I need to take into account being realistic and also not being too shallow. This is the first draft of the scene, I was hoping to get some critique from more experienced writers.
Thanks for your time!
EDIT: LET'S ESTABLISH THAT THIS IS TERRIBLE. IT IS A SKELETON. I am looking for suggestions that would help make this better for its purpose.
Context: guy is protagonist, he is doing a dope delivery to his friend's friend's crash because he needs the money to pay for the medicine for his ill dog.
EDIT 2: second draft. thanks to Birdman for some phrases.
Thanks for your time!
EDIT: LET'S ESTABLISH THAT THIS IS TERRIBLE. IT IS A SKELETON. I am looking for suggestions that would help make this better for its purpose.
Context: guy is protagonist, he is doing a dope delivery to his friend's friend's crash because he needs the money to pay for the medicine for his ill dog.
EDIT 2: second draft. thanks to Birdman for some phrases.
Code:
CUT TO: EXT. HOUSE
GUY is wearing thick backpack walks up and knocks on door.
punk GIRL with sharp blonde and purple hair opens the door.
she has a disinterested look on her face and is smacking on
gum.
GIRL
what do you want.
GUY
[uneasily] uh, im here to...make a
delivery.
GIRL looks him up and down and eases her tension a little
GUY
frankie sent me.
GIRL pauses to asses.
GIRL
anybody follow you.
GUY shakes his head. GIRL jerks hers.
GIRL
get in.
GUY enters house. its a party house, chaos. music blaring,
empty cans everywhere, people smoking, littered with
clothes, couches are all worn and dirty, whole place is a
mess. GIRL leads GUY thru mess and down a set of stairs. at
the bottom of the stairs, she takes him thru a concrete
floor open room, with one couch and a drumset, just before
the entrance of a boarding room. GIRL shouts into room.
GIRL
delores!
DELORES
what?
GIRL
you got a package.
GIRL turns away from the door and tells GUY to go in. she
leaves him to the room. it’s probably the cleanest room in
the house, but it’s not pristine. there’s two mattresses
stacked on top of each other in the middle of the room.
concert posters haphazardly line the walls, the walls which
are stained here and there, the most notable one being a
large smashed spider. some blood stains on the carpet floor,
as well as clothes and miscellaneous pipes. DELORES is
wrestling with something in her drawer.
DELORES
pardon the mess.
GUY
you mean the house?
DELORES
yes, the people here are a bit...
GUY
cracked?
DELORES
well youre just full of it aren’t
you?
GUY
hides the fact im bone terrified
right now.
DELORES
don’t be. you can just set it by
the bed.
guy sets backpack down at the foot of the mattresses.
DELORES is still struggling with the drawer.
DELORES
wanna help me out?
guy walks over and looks at the situation.
DELORES
[straining] it won’t open. there’s
something sticking up inside, it’s
like, jamming up against the edge.
guy reaches inside past delores and fumbles with a book. he
pulls at the same time. the drawer abruptly jerks open and
the guy and delores fly back with it and its contents.
DELORES slightly laughs, picks up stack of money from
amongst scattered contents.
DELORES
what am I out? six?
GUY
uh, five.
DELORES hands him the money. Guy gets up and counts it.
GUY
this is six.
DELORES
consider it hazard pay.
GUY shuffles.
DELORES
what’s that scar on your lip?
GUY sniffles, refuses to look at DELORES.
DELORES
smoke heavy?
GUY galnces at her reluctantly.
DELORES
ha, I do fucking coke, you think I
give a shit if you ash bones?
GUY
it’s not something im proud of.
DELORES
you wanna talk about pride?
GUY looks down.
GUY
i am proud of it. im ashamed im
proud of it.
Shuffles. DELORES unpacks case from backpack.
DELORES
first time with this kinda shit?
GUY still looking down
GUY
yeah.
DELORES
watch yourself. you’re treading
lethal waters. this business will
suck you in, make you fucking
immortal. or make you feel that way
at least.
GUY lights a cig.
GUY
better pray to fucking abraxas
then.
GUY starts getting nosebleed.
DELORES
oh shit, your nose.
GUY
its fine. shit. its fine.
DELORES
just-- just put your face--
GUY
its fine, its cool. it happens,
its--
DELORES
right on the carpet--
GUY laughs. DELORES laughs with him.
DELORES
itll blend right in.
nosebleed gets worse.
GUY
fuck... ill be fine. i gotta go.
DELORES
well shit. alright, get outta here.
GUY
yeah, um. shit. okay, we good?
DELORES
yeah, the shits clean. just... go,
get yourself taken care.
GUY
fucking... shit, okay. um...
alright, bye.
DELORES
yeah.
GUY starts to leave, cautious with all the blood pouring out
his nasal cavity. DELORES stops him.
DELORES
say hi to the devil for me.
GUY pauses.
GUY
yeah.
exits.
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