WHO SENT THE LONG-STEMMED ROSES

A Short Project for Screenwriting Class

 

 

                                   

                                    FADE IN

 

INT. -- APARTMENT - INSIDE FRONT DOOR -- MORNING

 

The doorbell RINGS. Moments later FRANK, mid-forties, balding with moustache,

rushes to the door, removes an apron from his waist and hangs it on a hook next

to the door. He smoothes down his moustache, checks what remains of his hair in

the mirror, and opens the door.

 

DELIVERY BOY in blue uniform with the INSIGNIA "Blooms by Brenda". A CAP with a

long, low forepeak conceals the top half of his face. He holds a long narrow

white BOX of the type normally used to deliver long-stemmed roses.

                       

                        DELIVERY BOY

            (mumbling)

            Need somebody to sign for this.

                       

                        FRANK

            Oh my, what do we have here?

            (he simpers)

            Is it for me?

                       

                        HUBERT (OS)

            Frank, honey, who is it?

 

Frank turns to shout down the hallway.

                       

                        FRANK

            Hubert, dear, you sweet thing, just what have you been

            doing?

            (turns to delivery boy)

            Now where do I sign?

 

HUBERT, mid-forties, pleasantly plump with a jolly face approaches the door.

                       

                        HUBERT

            What's going on, Frank? Who's this young man?

 

Frank turns back to the delivery boy.

                       

                        FRANK

            Now, show me where I sign, dear.

                       

                        DELIVERY BOY

            (the boy looks at his clipboard)

            Errm, are you Hubert Rumpkins?

                       

                        FRANK

            (standing back in shock)

            Why no. Is ...

                       

                        HUBERT

            (pushing through in front of Frank)

            Is that for me then?

 

He looks sweetly at Frank, not noticing Frank's pallor.

                       

                        HUBERT

            (kisses Frank on the cheek)

            Honey, you shouldn't have. But I love you anyway!

 

He reaches for the clipboard.

                       

                        FRANK

            Now wait one minute big boy.

            (he grabs Hubert's outstretched hand and

            starts to twist)

            Why don't you tell me just who these are from!

                       

                        HUBERT

            Honey, you're hurting me. Owww! Stop! I thought they

            were from you. Owww! - stop twisting my arm!

 

Frank lets go of Hubert's arm and turns to the delivery boy.

                       

                        FRANK

            Well, who are they from? It must say on your clipboard.

                       

                        DELIVERY BOY

            (scrutinizing his clipboard)

            Nope. Just says to deliver to Hubert Rumpkins.

                       

                        FRANK

            (to Hubert)

            You snivelling wretch. It's from another one of your

            tricks, isn't it!

                       

                        HUBERT

            No, honey, I swear ....

                       

                        FRANK

            (turning back to the delivery boy)

            Okay, give me the box!

                       

                        DELIVERY BOY

            Nuh uh. It says here to deliver to Hubert Rumpkins only.

            And that's what I'm gonna do!

                       

                        FRANK

            (grabbing the box)

            Give it here you young whippersnapper!

 

The delivery boy backs off, pulling the box from Frank's grasp.

                       

                        DELIVERY BOY

            Hey, I'm just doing my job, man.

                       

                        HUBERT

            Frank, dear, you're making a fool of yourself.

 

Frank looks calculatingly at the delivery boy.

                       

                        FRANK

            Don't I know you? Could you take your cap off?

                       

                        DELIVERY BOY

            (looking at the ground and mumbling)

            Nu uh, I'm new here.

                       

                        FRANK

            So how much do you make an hour?

                       

                        DELIVERY BOY

            Ten bucks.

                       

                        FRANK

            Wanna make fifty right now?

                       

                        DELIVERY BOY

            Err, sure!

                       

                        FRANK

            Then give me the goddamn box!

                       

                        DELIVERY BOY

            (shyly)

            Errrm ... where's the money?

                       

                        FRANK

            I'll give it to you after you give me the box.

                       

                        DELIVERY BOY

            You kidding? No way - give me the money first.

                       

                        FRANK

            (soothingly)

            Listen dear, I don't have my wallet on me.

            (looking back at Hubert)

            And if I leave this door for one moment that ... viper

            ...  will get the box off you and destroy whatever

            incriminating evidence is attached to those roses.

                       

                        DELIVERY BOY

            I won't let him. You come back with the fifty bucks I'll

            still be here with the roses.

                       

                        FRANK

            Well ...

            (he looks back and forth between Hubert and

            the delivery boy)

            ... okay. But if you double cross me young man, I'll

            have your job!

 

Frank goes down the hallway. Once Frank has disappeared, Hubert pulls out his

WALLET. He pulls out some BILLS.

                       

                        HUBERT

            Here, son, here's your fifty bucks. Now give me the box.

                       

                        DELIVERY BOY

            (taking the money and counting it)

            Hmmm. I dunno. Maybe we should wait until your hubby

            gets back.

                       

                        HUBERT

            Why you .... Give me back my money then!

 

The delivery boy returns the fifty dollars just as Frank returns. Frank proffers

his own FIFTY DOLLARS to the delivery boy.

                       

                        DELIVERY BOY

            Okay, here's the deal. The price has just gone up. I

            hear fifty dollars from the man on the left. Do I hear

            sixty?

                       

                        HUBERT

            This is ridiculous.

            (he looks through his wallet, and pulls out

            all the bills)

            There, that's ... seventy five, seventy six dollars.

            That's all I have. Now give me the box!

                       

                        DELIVERY BOY

            (looking at Frank, and refusing the bills)

            Seventy six dollars from Mr Rumpkins. Do I hear ninety?

 

Frank and Hubert look at each other. They nod, then simultaneously make to grab

the box from the delivery boy. There's a brief struggle, but finally Frank and

Hubert wrest the box from the boy's grasp. They rip the box open.

                       

                        FRANK

            (shocked)

            Why ....

                       

                        HUBERT

            It's ... empty!

 

They look accusingly at the delivery boy. Suddenly, he pulls off his cap.

                       

                        DELIVERY BOY

            (laughing)

            April Fool!

                       

                        FRANK

            (looking at Hubert)

            It's Brenda's boy.

                       

                        DELIVERY BOY

            (still grinning)

            I'm sorry. Brenda made me do it. She said that you two

            are always so jealous of each other, that ... owww! Let

            go of my arm. You're hurting me!

                       

                        HUBERT

            (grabbing his other arm and looking at Frank)

            I'll hold him, dear, you punch ...