THE PROBLEM WITH THE PLATITUDINOUS PREACHER

A Short Project for Screenwriting Class

 

 

                                   

                                    FADE IN

 

 

INT. –- TRAIN STATION –- DAY - FOGGY

The fog rolls thickly through main chamber of train station, obscuring tracks, which seem to radiate out at all angles, and hiding dim figures in distance. A faint HIGH-PITCHED VOICE can be heard mumbling over a tannoy.

STEEL, tall, lethal-looking, mid-forties, shaved head,  addresses crafty CARD SHARK, platitudinous English PREACHER, and stupid MONKEY BOY.

 

steel

Look, guys, this fucking story stinks. If we don’t do something to change it, we’re all going off to the great place in the sky for deleted characters.

preacher

Well, if that’s Dougan’s will, I’m not at all sure that we shouldn’t just accept our fates.

card shark

Listen to him, would ya.

He mimics the preacher.

card shark (cont)

I’m not at all sure …

He raises a fist to the preacher.

CARD SHARK (cont)

You goddamn son of a bitch!

steel

Stop it Shark! Beating him up isn’t going to solve anything.

     MONKEY BOY

Yeah, like, we should kill him!

steel

Jeez, what fucking morons!

preacher

I say, old boy, must you really swear so much?

steel

Sorry preacher, but I can’t help the way I talk. I’m Dougan’s alter-fucking-ego.

monkey boy

Still think we should kill him.

steel

Jeezus fucking Christ, leave the thinking to me! Listen up. We’re all of us at risk here. Dougan’s pen is merciless. You’d think I’m safe, wouldn’t you? Look at me. I’m a fucking fascinating character. A great big mix of the profane and the profound. But Dougan’ll toss me out along with the bathwater if it makes the story better. “Theme is everything”, he keeps saying. And, even worse, if he doesn’t toss you, he’ll change you. All of a sudden, you get a sex change. Or you’ll die a painful fucking death as part of the plot. So we need to work together. Now, the way I see it, we’ve got two problems. One is there’s no theme to this script.

He turns to the preacher.

STEEL (cont)

And the other? Sorry, Father, but you’re the other problem. You come off all fucking mealy mouthed. Every scene you walk into is all of a sudden movie of the fucking week.

monkey boy

Kill the mutha!

card shark

No wait! Rewind, rewind. What do you mean, no theme? The way I see it, it’s about the search for love in a violent world.

preacher

Well, I rather think it’s about finding a new soul.

steel

So you want to see me shot in the back of the fucking head like Lester Burnham in American Beauty? Careful preacher, or I might let the boys loose on you!

CARD SHARK

If you won’t let us touch him, then how we gonna fix the script?

steel

We’re not going to fix the script. We’re going to fix the preacher, but not in the way you think. Hey preacher, we’re going to teach you a new language.

card shark

Nuh uh. Won’t work. Only Dougan can do that.

steel

Want to bet? Let’s try. Preacher, say after me. You Lousy Mother Fucker of a Hoaring Bitch!

preacher

Well, I’m really not sure …

monkey boy

Just say the word, boss, and I’ll scrag him.

Preacher looks anxiously at Monkey Boy, then clears throat.

preacher

Well, okay. You … low Mother of Mary Related to a Female Animal.

card shark

See! So much for that!

steel

Well, do you have a better idea?

card shark

Yeah, I do. Look, he’s only supposed to be an extra. Look at his name “Platitudinous Preacher”. He shouldn’t even be mouthing off. So how about we step on his lines. If he mouths off, we pipe in. How about it?

steel

Well, it might work. But you’re missing one key thing. You two fucking losers are extras too. You got no fucking lines of your own to step on his with.

So it’ll have to be me, I guess. Saving the fucking world like a good Prometheus.

The tannoy suddenly gains in volume, and a high-pitched, mellifluous voice emerges.

dougan (os)

Steel, wanted, scene 2.

steel

Fuck.

He stalks off into the fog. The others look at each other.

card shark

Don’t look so scared boys. Think of it this way. If Dougan wanted to kill us off, he’d have done so already. Fact is, he’s calling on Steel. This is good!

preacher

My dear boy, but think! It’s Steel’s first scene. That can mean only one thing.

card shark

You mean …?

preacher

Yes. Either deletion or rewrite.

An extremely short object approaches out of the mist.

card shark

Who the hell are you?

steel

Who the fuck do you think I am. It’s me, Steel!

monkey boy

Duh, what happened, dude?

steel

What the fuck do you think? He rewrote me as a dwarf. Jeez, I lost three fucking feet in the blink of an eye.

preacher

I see he didn’t amend your language.

card shark

Woo hoo, a foul-mouthed, dwarf Prometheus!

Steel looks down at his feet.

card shark (cont)

Wait a minute. You’re not the Prometheus any more, are you?

steel

At least I still have a name, not like you fucking extras!

card shark

Ah ha, for now at least. Wait til the next rewrite. You’re going down, babe!

monkey boy

Hey, does this, like, mean we can kill the preacher?

card shark

Yeah! Best idea you’ve ever had! I don’t see that shriveled old dwarf stopping us.

Card Shark grabs the preacher, and forces him to the ground.

card shark

Hey, dwarf boy, come here. You jump on his head!

All three of them jump up and down heavily on Preacher, who remains, however, completely unharmed.

steel

See, I told you fucking losers. Only Dougan can take him out.

dougan (os)

Steel, Monkey Boy, Card Shark, you’re wanted. He he. You’re out, boys! Bottom of the drawer for you. You don’t work for this script – way too nasty!

Reluctantly, the nasty trio walk off into the mist.

dougan (o.s.)

Preacher, you’re wanted, scene two. You’re promoted three ranks – I need a new Prometheus. Gotta get rid of those platitudes though. Man, we got our work cut out! A preacher without platitudes. Now that’s interesting!