October 8th, 2024 As part of my acting class, we were given the assignment of writing our own scene in which we would then practice and film. This scene I wrote was inspired by my previous works, "She was Speechless" and takes place directly after the events of "Jason's Realization". So you should probably go read those and then come back here.
INT. HOUSE - EARLY MORNING, 5:00AM
Jason (33 years old) arrives at his home in the heart of
Comstock, Nebraska to find his mother, Quincy, stirring around the house looking for answers.
QUINCY
Jason! Where have you been?! Why is
there a massive crater in the back yard, why is the neighbor's
llama stuck in a tree, and most importantly
why are half my antique, miniature garden gnomes missing from the attic?!?
JASON
What? Mom you sound crazy right
now. Hahah Are you alright?
QUINCY
Listen Jason, there is something
smelly going on around here...I mean seriously.
Do you smell that? I think it's messing with my head.
JASON
Mom...I think I have something I
need to tell you...
QUINCY
Of course, Jasy. You can tell me
anything.
JASON
It's me. I'm the source of that
smell that's making you sleep 12 plus hours every night.
QUINCY
What?
JASON
It's me mom. It's always been me.
I'm so sorry. I'm just- I didn't know how to tell you.
I was afraid that if word got out...I don't know.
People would make fun of me or even worse, maybe the government would get involved.
And you know I have a fear of scientists!
QUINCY
Jason, what the barnacles are you
going on about?
JASON
I was meant to be more than a part-
time shopping cart mechanic mom!
I'm destined for far greater things than even that.
As great as it may be to know I'm chiefly responsible
for the safe and reliable transportation of shopper's grocery items,
I have been given a gift far beyond the comprehension of mankind!
QUINCY
Jason, you're scaring me.
JASON
As you should be, mother! This is
unprecedented across recorded human history!
Don't you get it, woman!?
QUINCY
Get what??
JASON
I am a superhero! Me, your own son.
I discovered my ability a couple years ago at 4:00AM
at the dawn of spring time
when the humidity and dew point were in perfect equilibrium.
I had been up all night playing Clash of Clans in the basement,
when something, something incomprehensible told me to go outside.
QUINCY
Jason, I don't have time for these shenanigans.
My precious gnome collection has gone missing.
They mean everything to me.
I am nothing without my little gnomes. Nothing!
JASON
Forget the damn gnomes for half a
second you crazy lady!
Don't you want to know where all your Bush's Baked Beans went?
QUINCY
Yes, my tummy is a little hungry.
I was going to have some for breakfast.
JASON
I ate them. All of them!
I use them as fuel. Along with barbecue beef and raisin nachos.
Shortly after I consume these foods my body begins expelling
hydrogen, carbon dioxide, methane, and ammonia through my arse
in the form of gas at such a powerful rate
that it quite literally propels me off the ground!
I can fly at mach 1 speeds.
I just got back from Denver.
QUINCY
Are you serious?
JASON
That's what happened to the backyard,
that's why the neighbor's llama is stuck in the tree,
that's why you're always slipping in and out of consciousness
and sleeping so much.
It's me! It's always been me. I just didn't know what to do.
QUINCY
Jason, that's incredible.
Imagine all the good you could do in the world
and all the lives you could save with your gift.
JASON
But at what cost?
I'd be made out to be a fool.
Nobody wants to see a superhero movie
about a guy who saves the world with his farts...
QUINCY
You make a good point, son.
But what happened to my gnomes?
JASON
I took them. I sold them to Marsha Bemko,
the executive producer of Antiques Roadshow.
I was going to use the money to make a superhero suit
so no one could ever know my true identity.
QUINCY
Aw hell nah.
You done crossed the line, boh.
No more beans for you.
You're grounded.
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