Okay, so I know I was supposed to write a script and everything for Dragon, but due to lack of effort and creativity, (and participation from my actors) I have decided to stop writing all together and cancel the project. Below is what I had typed. I had so many good things planned...
“DRAGON”
SCENE I
(Darren is standing in a bathroom, staring into the mirror at his reflection as if he recognizes something that reminds him of the past. He gradually starts strumming his fingers on the countertop, hoping it will make the time go by faster. He pulls out a bag of cocaine, followed by a small mirror and a straw from the inside of the toilet. Just as he is about to snort it, he glances back up at his reflection.)
DARREN: Fuck ‘em. Fuck ‘em all.
(He begins snorting, but is soon interrupted by Shane knocking on the door.)
SHANE: Darren (pauses). Darren, hurry up.
DARREN: (whisper) Shit. (He wipes the powder off of his nose and tries putting his stash back in its hiding spot, but breaks a candle jar in the process. It shatters to the ground).
SHANE: What was that?
DARREN: (rushing to pick up the mess) Nothing. I’m… I’m cleaning the bathroom.
SHANE: (growing impatient) Come on! I need to fucking piss!
DARREN: Hang the fuck on!
(Shane eventually opens the door and sees Darren’s mess).
SHANE: What did you do?
(Shane leans down to get a closer look).
DARREN: It’s nothing.
Shane realizes that there is cocaine in the pile of debris).
SHANE: (angrily) I thought you said you quit!
DARREN: I did.
SHANE: What the fuck! No you didn’t! (She points to the pile) What is wrong with you?
DARREN: (trying to calm her) Shhh!
SHANE: You told me you were done with this shit.
DARREN: Please don’t tell Mila.
SHANE: You expect me to hide this from Mila, not to mention Casey, that you lied to all of us when you said you weren’t going to do this stuff anymore?
DARREN: Please don’t!
SHANE: You can’t rely on me to keep promises when you can’t even keep yours.
DARREN: (pauses) Mila will kick me out. I have nowhere else to go.
SHANE: (anger melts and starts feeling sympathetic). Let’s clean this up.
(Together they clean up the debris, including the cocaine, and flush it down the toilet).
DARREN: Thanks. (Thinks for a minute) This time I’ll try.
SHANE: I hope so—
(They hear Mila come home from her jog. She pokes her head in).
MILA: Hi guys (slightly out of breath).
SHANE: How was your jog?
MILA: (still breathing heavily) Exhilarating (she smiles).
SHANE: Really?
MILA: Could you guys hurry up? I’d like to take a shower. (Mila starts walking away).
SHANE: Oh… yeah.
MILA: (Stops and notices something about the countertop). Wasn’t there a candle there?
DARREN: (on impulse) I returned it.
MILA: (Stares at Darren) What?
DARREN: I didn’t like the scent.
(Shane stares at him like he’s crazy and slightly nudges him with her arm).
MILA: I bought that candle two years ago in
DARREN: Funny thing, actually—
MILA: Nevermind (walks away).
(Shane and Darren turn to each other and smirk).
*(“So You Say” starts)
(Opening credits sequence).
SCENE II
(This is all ONE shot)
(Darren is walking around aimlessly in the kitchen while texting).
DARREN: (voiceover) Shane and I have been friends since the second grade. She and I moved in with Mila shortly after we graduated from high school. We pay our share of the bills and chip in for the groceries. It’s a life away from parents—almost like I was freed from being in hell for 18 years. It’s better here. I like it.
(Darren hears music from outside. Shane is playing her guitar. He goes to the front door and opens it).
DARREN: Hey rock star.
(Shane stops playing and looks up).
SHANE: Hey queer (smiles).
DARREN: Gosh, it’s so beautiful out here.
SHANE: I’ve noticed.
(Darren goes to the faucet, fills up the watering can, and starts watering flowers).
DARREN: It’s sure tough to keep these flowers watered with all of this damn heat. It’s almost like it evaporates once it hits the soil.
SHANE: Well at least you’re trying. They look really pretty.
DARREN: You think so?
SHANE: Yeah.
DARREN: I’ve never tried growing this type before. Back at my parent’s house last summer, I tried growing a sunflower. It got about seven feet tall, then my dad picked it out and threw it away.
SHANE: Why would he do that?
DARREN: He thought it was an over-sized weed.
SHANE: What a dick. It must have taken a long time to grow.
DARREN: Yeah, I was mad. I’ve got to get the ones in the back.
(Shane resumes guitar playing as Darren makes his way to the back to water the flowers. Darren’s phone rings. It’s Casey).
DARREN: Hey.
CASEY: Hey.
DARREN: How are you?
CASEY: Great, and you?
DARREN: Enjoying the outdoors. Are you still coming over tonight?
CASEY: Of course.
DARREN: I’m making something special.
CASEY: What?
DARREN: It’s a secret.
CASEY: I don’t like secrets.
DARREN: Trust me. This is a secret you will like.
CASEY: What makes you so sure?
DARREN: I know you.
CASEY: And I love you for that.
DARREN: Of course you do.
CASEY: Are we going to be alone?
DARREN: No. Mila and Shane are joining us.
CASEY: What?
DARREN: I thought you knew that.
CASEY: I wanted it to be just us.
DARREN: I wanted that too, but I can’t just force Mila to leave her own house. Plus they’re my friends.
CASEY: I wanted to end the night with a big bang.
DARREN: Casey, you know I’m not at that level yet.
CASEY: I know.
DARREN: But at least we can play tag with our tongues.
CASEY: You’re funny.
DARREN: I try.
CASEY: Well, I have to get back to work. I’ll see you tonight.
DARREN: Alright.
CASEY: I love you.
DARREN: I love you too.
CASEY: Bye.
DARREN: Bye.
(Darren hangs up the phone and walks back to the front of house with watering can. He walks inside past Shane who is still playing. He walks up past Mila who is blogging in the kitchen).
MILA: What time’s Casey coming?
DARREN: Seven.
MILA: You were still planning on making pasta, right?
DARREN: Yeah, why?
MILA: (pulls package of noodles from the cupboard) I bought some noodles.
DARREN: You didn’t have to. I was actually planning on going to the store later.
MILA: I know. I thought I’d be nice.
DARREN: (pats her on the shoulder) Thanks.
(Mila smiles as Darren exits. Mila continues blogging about Shane).
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