THE SIGNIFICANT SIGNIFICANT OTHER

A Short Project for Screenwriting Class

 

 

                                   

                                    FADE IN

 

INT. -- BURKHARDT-LEHMAN RESIDENCE - LIVING ROOM -- EVENING

 

SHEILA and STEVEN sit in separate leather armchairs. Sheila mid-twenties, long

auburn hair,  big worried eyes, under-achiever. Steven, her fioncee, good-

looking, mid-twenties, spectacles, intelligent, worldly wise, social climber, a

vague likeness to Clark Kent. Shiela sits nervously on the front of her chairs.

                       

                        STEVEN

            Nice place your folks have! Goes with the double-

            barreled name and all.

                       

                        SHEILA

            Yeah. I know. I always used to be embarrassed about

            bringing people home here.

                       

                        STEVEN

            Why?

                       

                        SHEILA

            Oh, I don't know. I guess I'd worry they'd like my

            parents better than me.

                       

                        STEVEN

            Sheila, I want to marry you, not your parent's stuff.

                       

                        SHEILA

            I know. Sorry.

                       

                        STEVEN

            Anyway, I can' wait to meet them. I mean, you've always

            been kind of mysterious about them.

                       

                        SHEILA

            Yeah, I know. Sorry.

                       

                        STEVEN

            Uh, oh, here they come now, I think. Or is that the

            butler coming back? I can't believe they have a butler,

            I mean who has a butler?

 

The door opens, and Rene enters, a tall, cheerful middle-aged man with a

perfectly trimmed salt-and-pepper mustache and a full head of hair. Steven and

Sheila both leap from their chairs.

                       

                        SHEILA

            Dad, this is Steven. Steven, Dad.

 

Rene and Steven shake hands. Rene keeps Steven's hand in his a moment while he

looks him in the eyes.

                       

                        RENE

            Nice to meet you, young man. Sheila has told me so much

            about you.

 

Rene looks at Sheila, and raises his eyebrows in a questioning look, which

Stephen intercepts.

                       

                        STEVEN

            Nice to meet you too Mr ...

                       

                        RENE

            Oh, please call me Rene. I apologize I'm alone here. We

            had a problem with the plumbing upstairs so I was sent

            down to you as a sort of advance guard, so to speak.

            Please sit down. Would you like a drink? Perhaps a

            (pronouncing the words with distaste)

            "brewski"?

                       

                        STEVEN

            What are you having?

                       

                        RENE

            Why, I believe I'll have a bourbon.

                       

                        STEVEN

            I'll have the same, sir.

                       

                        RENE

            Well, you're either an accomplished drinker or you're

            trying to flatter me. Not sure I like either.

                       

                        STEVEN

            (smoothly)

            Actually, bourbon's my favorite tipple, but I usually

            only drink on social occasions.

                       

                        RENE

            Well that would be a pleasant surprise after ...

                       

                        SHEILA

            Dad!

 

Rene moves to the sideboard to make the drinks. The door opens suddenly and in

walks JOSEPH, tall, slim, swept back hair, strong features, mid fifties. Sheila

looks desperately at Steven, then leaps up.

                       

                        SHEILA

            Dad - this is Steven, Steven .... errrm ... this is my

            other Dad.

 

Steven's eyes show momentary shock, but he rises from his seat and advances to

meet Joseph.

                       

                        STEVEN

            Pleased to meet you, Sir.

                       

                        JOSEPH

            (with massive curiosity)

            And you, sir.

                       

                        RENE

            (joining them with a tray of drinks)

            Well, well, well, here we all are then. And if I didn't

            know better, I'd swear that Steven is rather surprised

            at finding Sheila has two Daddies. But his composure

            serves him well.

                       

                        JOSEPH

            Let's all sit down, shall we?

 

Rene and Joseph take the two armchairs, while Sheila and Steven sit next to each

other on the sofa.

                       

                        STEVEN

            (whispering to Sheila with some acidity)

            Thanks for sandbagging me.

                       

                        RENE

            So tell me, Stephen, who are your family? Do we know

            them?

                       

                        SHEILA

            Stephen's Father owns a law-practice!

                       

                        JOSEPH

            I see. Is that so, young man?

                       

                        STEVEN

            Well, yes. It's a little practice in the City.

                       

                        RENE

            (suddenly)

            What's your last name, if you don't mind?

                       

                        STEVEN

            Pritchard.

                       

                        RENE

            Your father isn't by any chance Robert Pritchard.

                       

                        STEVEN

            Yes, he is actually.

                       

                        JOSEPH

            Of Pritchard, Pritchard, Owens and Mensky. Well, Sheila,

            it appears you've hooked a live one this time. I have to

            say I'm quite taken aback.

 

Sheila grins with triumph, finally starting to look relaxed. She puts her arm in

Stephen's. Stephen leaves his arm in Sheila's for a second, then pulls it out,

but Sheila doesn't seem to notice. Rene and Joseph look at each other.

                       

                        RENE

            You're not the other Pritchard of "Pritchard and

            Pritchard" are you?

                       

                        STEVEN

            (laughing)

            No, I'd be hard put to have made partner by the age of

            twenty-five, even in my father's law firm.

                       

                        SHEILA

            Steven's a corporate defense lawyer in the company.

                       

                        JOSEPH

            Really. Well I must admit to being pleasantly surprised.

            Some of the other young gentlemen Sheila has introduced

            us to have been ... somewhat less accomplished.

                       

                        RENE

            Yes, tradesmen and so forth. We were beginning to wonder

            if Sheila was ever going to find herself someone

            worthwhile. A

            (with emphasis)

            significant, significant other, so to speak. Sheila, it

            now appears we've done you an injustice.

                       

                        JOSEPH

            Yes, dear. Our apologies. Who'd have thought you were up

            to it, old girl. Now, dear, could you just step out and

            check on cook. That's a good girl.

 

All eyes follow the glowing Sheila as she practically levitates out of the room.

As soon as the door swings shut, both Rene and Joseph lean forward.

                       

                        RENE

            My dear boy ...

                       

                        JOSEPH

            ... what on earth are you doing with our girl?

                       

                        RENE

            You're really out of her league. Have you introduced her

            to your father yet?

                       

                        STEVEN

            (bemusedly)

            Errr, no ... I  ...

                       

                        RENE

            Good, then it's not too late.

 

Rene walks over to the bureau, and pulls out a big leather appointment book. He

scans a few pages.

                       

                        RENE

            Let's see, next Tuesday might do. No that's the symphony

            board meeting. Err, Wednesday, Thursday ... yes

            Thursday.

 

Rene looks at Joseph for confirmation.

                       

                        JOSEPH

            Thursday it is. Eight o'clock, and we'll have a little

            dinner party here. A morning suit is fine, since you may

            not have time to go home to change. Let's see, we can

            invite Patricia Harriman-Smithers, errr ...

                       

                        RENE

            Bubbly Fox-Weathergil, errm, I think Mary Moremount is

            back from Kenya, errrm ...