Dreamsleep Excerpts By Zach Amar
Copyright 2010 Zach Amar
SCENE 1- INT. ROOM WITH TABLE - MORNING Jerome and Kimberley sit across from each other at a tableall that rests on the table is a newspaper and a small, sad bouquet of flowers. The sound of an electric kettle can be heard in the background. They sit for a time, staring around, taking quick glances at each other. The kettle whistles/clicks, signifying itâ€™s done. Jerome gets up and walks to the kitchen- he takes out some mugs and instant coffee. He fills the cups with the powdered-coffee-substance and hot water and brings the two steaming mugs to the table. Kimberley looks mildly pleased, through the haze of the early morning. Jerome sets the mugs down in front of each of them and takes a seat. KIMBERLEY Cream. Jerome stares at Kimberley for a moment and sighs. He gets up and walks to the kitchen again. He finds some cream and brings it back to the table, setting it down in front of Kimberley. He starts to sit downKIMBERLEY (yelling) SUGAR! Jerome, halfway seated, just stares at her again, and sighs. He stands up straight and goes back to the kitchen. He gets the sugar and half-slams it on the table in front of Kimberley, some sugar spilling out. KIMBERLEY (sweetly) Oh, thank you, dear. Jerome sits down. He and Kimberley look at each other- then they pick up their mugs simultaneously and take a sip of the coffee, black. Their world gets a little brighter. Kimberley takes the cream and pours a little into her mug, then starts to tap in a little sugar. JEROME Could you pass that over here, dear? Kimberley jerks, and the whole spoonful of sugar goes into the cup. She just stares down at it.
JEROME Now, please? Kimberley looks up and smiles. KIMBERLEY Sure, honey. She passes the cream, and then the sugar. Jerome opens the newspaper and reads for a moment. JEROME (with amazement) Well, would you look at THAT! Kimberley looks over at the wall, completely oblivious. Jerome is all smiles. JEROME Hot dog, Kimberley! Kimberley lets her eyes roll over to Jerome. JEROME You know what this says? Kimberley rolls her eyes back to her spot on the wall. Jerome puts down the newspaper. JEROME LookKimberley rolls her eyes to Jerome again. JEROME (picking up the creamer) If I take this cream, and I pour it in... Jerome pours a small bit, and then stops. JEROME I stop there. Jerome sets the cream down. Kimberley looks a bit more interested. JEROME But what if I pour a bit more? Jerome pours a tiny bit more and stops, puts the creamer down.
JEROME Or the WHOLE THING!? Jerome just dumps the whole creamer into the coffee and it overflows all over, and Kimberley jumps, horrified. Jerome smilesKimberley gasps. Jerome hasn’t actually poured the whole thing in, and it hasn’t overflowed. He was just making a point. He sets the almost-full creamer back down. JEROME The world- it could change. The universe- it could be different forever. But it’s not always so obvious... Jerome picks up the sugar spoon and dips it in the sugar, bringing it up full. Kimberley smiles and licks her lips. JEROME What if I pour some sugar in... Jerome pours some sugar in very slowly. Kimberley is transfixed. JEROME But I miss a few grains, one grain even? Jerome stops when there are just a few grains left on the spoon. JEROME The world could end tomorrow. KIMBERLEY The world could end tomorrow! Jerome drops the spoon with a loud ’clang’ on the table. Jerome and Kimberley look at each other, horrified, for a time. Then they smile broadly, too broadly and stare. They slowly look down at their coffee cups, beaming down at themthe cream swirls around. They both bring the mugs to their mouths and sip loudly, their lips closely sucking the drink out of the mug. Coffee runs down their mouths, they’re almost choking on it. They empty the mugs and put them down in a synchronious ’bang’ on the table. JEROME Mmmm, mmmm!
KIMBERLEY Good to the last drop! JEROME Mmmm, mmmm! KIMBERLEY What’s that, Jerome? JEROME (suddenly dark) Nothing, dear. (beat, now excited) Want another cup? INT. KITCHEN COUNTER The camera slowly moves down on a black cup of coffee until the screen is filled with the liquid- the sound of a kettle heating up fills the audio space. The kettle clicksSCENE 2- EXT. GREEN LAWN - DAY Jerome and Thibault lay back in the grass and look up at the sky. It’s a sunny day- but the sky is dark, the moon shining through the clouds. The two speak French. THIBAULT Where were you? JEROME What? THIBAULT What do you think? JEROME About what? THIBAULT What are they? JEROME Huh? THIBAULT What is this, 20 questions? JEROME Thibault-
5. THIBAULT Shh. Listen.
Thibault points up at the sky. The sun blazes. EXT. STREET - DAY Jerome and Thibault sit on a car hood looking out on the street. THIBAULT So, you want to hear a good story? JEROME Yeah, alright. THIBAULT So, when I was younger, I visited a funeral home. JEROME Why? Thibault ’tut-tuts’ Jerome. THIBAULT 20 questions, Jerome... Jerome shuts up. THIBAULT This funeral home was full of dead bodies, you know, like most. Jerome nods. THIBAULT But one in particular was different. (in a whisper) He had gold teeth and two glass eyes. JEROME That’s dangerous! Too dangerous! THIBAULT I know, I know, that’s what I said. But the director, he wouldn’t listen. Told me to write it off as a regular. ’A regular what?,’ I asked him. You know what he told me? (CONTINUED)
Jerome shakes his head. THIBAULT Put him in the refrigerator right next to the green beans. JEROME And then serve him? THIBAULT Youâ€™re getting ahead of me here, but yeah. Serve him like he was regular, like he said. JEROME Did you let him? I mean, did you do it? THIBAULT Do you wanna know? Jerome nods. THIBAULT IINT. HALLWAY Thibault is flicking the light switch, Jerome at his side. THIBAULT (in sync with the switch) On, off, on, off, on, off, on, off, on, off, black, white, black, white, north, south, north, south, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, straight. On the last word, Thibault leaves the light on. THIBAULT Whoa. JEROME Yeah.
EXT. GREEN LAWN - DAY Thibault and Jerome lay face down in the grass for a bit. Jerome flips over. They now speak English. JEROME Whatever. Thibault rolls over. THIBAULT Ugh, I hate everything. Merde. JEROME Hey you want me to tell a story? THIBAULT Yeah, whatever, dude. JEROME Once upon a time... Both roll over again and lay face down for a bit. Then they both roll over, as before. JEROME The End. THIBAULT Merde.
Excerpts from the screenplay for an experimental short film shot in Australia.