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Jason & Quincy.

Writer: Sage SmithSage Smith

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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