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Transgression
by Julian X  /  scripts  /  4 Jul 2007

CLOSE-UP:  A CLOCK, AN OLD ONE WITH HANDS

 

Itís 7:29.  We watch in slow motion as it clicks to 7:30.  An alarm clock rings.

 

 

INT. BOB IN BED

 

As the alarm rings, he wakes up, hitting the alarm off.

 

 

INT. BOB AT A PHOTOCOPIER

 

He looks like a drone, copying and copying.

 

BOB

(voiceover)

Copy, copy, copy.  Right now Iím thinking of sex.  Pussy.  Fucking.

 

 

INT. BOBíS BEDROOM

 

A fantasy shot of him fucking three gorgeous women, all of them moaning.

 

 

CLOSE-UP:  PHOTOCOPIER LIGHT

 

Running back and forth.

 

 

EXT. A CITY STREET

 

Sped up, we see men and women going to work, a blur.

 

 

INT. BOBíS CAR

 

Bob sits at the wheel, the car frozen in traffic.  He looks like a zombie.  The camera pans, showing the gridlock.

 

BOB

(voiceover)

Every day, morning commute.

 

 

A SHOT OF A CITY MAP

 

A red line follows the course Bob describes.  (This need not be a real city map, and Bobís voiceover map may be changed to reflect that visual map, so long as the essence remains the same.)

 

BOB

(voiceover, sped up)

Left out of my apartment parking lot, right on Grand, left to the main road, right on it, right onto the freeway, thatís 15 miles, exit 14A, right onto road, through four lights, right onto Trombone Boulevard, past Starbuckís, right into the corporate parking lot, space 413.

 

The red line disappears.  A pause.  The line draws again in reverse, then disappears.  A pause.  The line draws again as it originally did, then disappears.  A pause.  The line draws again in reverse, then disappears.

 

BOB

(voiceover)

Reverse, repeat.  Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday.  Then the weekend.

 

 

INT. BOBíS LIVING ROOM

 

Bob sits watching TV.

 

 

THE SAME SHOT OF THE CITY MAP

 

Bobís route to work is drawn again, then disappears.  A pause.  It is drawn in reverse, then disappears.  A pause.

 

BOB

(voiceover)

Monday.  Why do we hate it so much?

 

 

INT. BOBíS CAR

 

An incredibly sped-up shot of Bob pulling out of his apartment parking lot and going to work.  Stopped in rush hour traffic, the shot suddenly slows to real time.

 

BOB

(voiceover)

Right here I think about a blowjob.

 

We cut to a woman sucking Bobís cock while he sits in the driverís side, stopped in traffic.  Bob shouts orgasmicly, and this audio triggers a resumption of the incredibly sped-up footage as we quickly follow Bob in to work over his scream.

 

 

INT. BOBíS OFFICE

 

Bob sits at his computer, looking at printed data and typing in spurts.  His bald boss enters, holding out a full file folder.

 

BOBíS BOSS

How would you like to handle the Mitchell report?

 

Bob stands, suddenly confrontational.

 

BOB

(enraged)

I wouldnít, you patronizing, bald son of a bitch.  Iíd like to handle that report strait up your ass, you under-qualified, bland, boring, sexless, sterile, condescending piece of shit who happens, I might add, to clearly have an I.Q. no more than two-thirds of mine.  Howíd you like to handle my cock with your tongue, you sorry old man who thinks a water dispenser is giving your employees a break.

 

Bob overturns his desk in a feat of super-human strength, tossing it towards his mortified boss.

 

BOB

(screaming)

Now, on your knees!  Pretend Iím the C.E.O. you blew to get this fucking job!

 

 

INT. BOBíS OFFICE

 

Bob sits at his desk and takes the file folder his boss holds out to him.

 

BOB

Iíd love to.

 

 

CLOSE-UP:  PHOTOCOPIER LIGHT

 

Running back and forth.

 

 

CLOSE-UP:  A RED TRAFFIC LIGHT

 

Hanging.  We pause on it.  We hear the sound of the film grinding to a halt.  The image runs off the screen as if the film has gone off its track.  We hold on a white screen.

 

 

INT. BOBíS HIGH SCHOOL ENGLISH CLASS

 

Bob sits, an adult, in a school desk.  The rest of the class is comprised of teenagers.

 

BOBíS TEACHER

Pass up your homework assignments.

 

Bob looks through his papers, panicked.  The assignment isnít there.  We zoom in on his petrified face.

 

 

INT. BOBíS BEDROOM

 

The alarm rings.  Jack turns it off.

 

 

CLOSE-UP:  A DICATIONARY PAGE

 

On the definition of ďtransgression.Ē

 

 

INT. BOBíS BEDROOM

 

Bob goes back to sleep.

 

 

CLOSE-UP:  THE OLD CLOCK WITH HANDS

 

Rotating from 7:30 to 10:49.

 

 

INT. BOBíS BEDROOM

 

Bob wakes up.

 

 

INT. BOBíS KITCHEN

 

Bob, in his underwear, stands by the open refrigerator, contemplating.  The noonish light pours into the room.  The phone rings.  Bob shuts the refrigerator door and calmly answers it.

 

BOB

Hello.

(pause)

Well, I donít know.  I was thinking of having some breakfast first.

(pause)

No, Iíll be in.

(pause)

Okay.  See you later.

(pause)

Sometime.

(pause)

Okay, bye.

 

Bob calmly walks to the refrigerator.

 

 

CLOSE-UP:  THE GAS BURNER ON THE STOVE

 

Bobís hand moves a platter of eggs back and forth over the flame.

 

 

INT. BOBíS KITCHEN

 

Bob, in his underwear, sits, the noonish sun pouring into the room, and calmly eats a plate of eggs.

 

 

INT. BOBíS CAR

 

Bob calmly driving in to work, played at normal speed.

 

 

INT. BOBíS OFFICE

 

Bob sits at his computer, doing nothing.  His bald boss enters.

 

BOBíS BOSS

Hi, Bob.  I was thinking we could get started on that report.

 

 

THE SAME SHOT OF THE CITY MAP

 

Bobís route to work is drawn again, then disappears.  A pause.  It is drawn in reverse, then disappears.  A pause.

 

BOB

(voiceover)

And that was it.  No one said anything.  It was like they didnít know what to do, like there was no model for this.  And I thought:  ďhe knows he needs me.  He knows Iím smarter than him.  Thatís why he couldnít say anything.Ē

 

Exit music begins.

 

 

INT. BOBíS CAR

 

Bob, driving home, cracks a smile.

 

BOB

(voiceover)

Hey, I didnít kill anyone.

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Screenplays by Julian Darius:
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Transgression
Dog Viagra
The Meaning of Life (part 1 of 2)
The Meaning of Life (part 2 of 2)
Corrupt (part 1 of 2)
Corrupt (part 2 of 2)
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Ninjapug, Chapter 2:  "The Sad Reconnaissance of the Other!"