I know it’s been a while. I blame myself for getting distracted, television mostly (a few films here and there). Truth be told, I actually finished this scene last night – unfortunately writing a post about it was the last thing I wanted to do.
Without any further ado, here’s the first conversation between Greg and Soul:
INT. CAR (MOVING) – NIGHT
A tired Greg continues to drive. Soul begins to stir in the
backseat. Suddenly Soul jerks around as if waking from a
nightmare. Greg gives it little attention, unamused.
Soul slowly scans his surroundings, uncertain of everything
around him. He massages his head and eyes to help him see.
When he finally notices Greg he loosens up.
Greg’s eyes stay on the road, his body remains a statue.
Greg!… Am I in a car?
Greg still says nothing, but instead scoffs at his father’s
childish manner. Soul is still looking around confused,
still rubbing his head hoping the hangover will go away.
Damn my head!… What am I doing
in a car?
Soul somehow props himself up. Greg’s malice is only growing
at this point. He refuses to offer his father any useful
information. Meanwhile, Soul tries to read his wristwatch.
What time is it? Shit, what
day is it?
Soul stretches and yawns, very relaxed about his situation.
You going to tell me where
Their eyes lock in the rear view mirror. Greg is the first
to turn away, still frustrated.
His father thinks about Greg’s words for a moment, then nods
The car becomes silent for a few moments. Soul’s grogginess
remains constant. His demeanor appears completely unaffected
by this “new” information. Greg takes notice.
I’ve got a gig tonight. A nice
spot. A really nice spot. I
can’t miss it.
Greg shakes his head not wanting to say a word.
Hey, I can’t miss it. This is
what I’ve been waiting for. It
could be it.
I don’t care.
Last year a guy who played
there got recognized. He’s
living the good life now.
I don’t care.
We can go. I’ll play, you can
even watch. You’ll like it. We
can leave after.
What does it matter if we
leave now or after?
Soul slumps back in his seat with defeat in his eyes. He
looks like a pouting child, while Greg takes on the role of
an annoyed parent.
There are going to be rules!
Rules you will follow!
Can’t we just turn arou–
WE’RE NOT EVEN IN NEW YORK
Soul shrugs Greg off as if to say “fine.” Greg’s rising
anger has induced heavy breathing, the only sound that seems
to be audible in the car.
There are going to be rules.
His father starts talking to himself, but loud enough as if
he was talking to Greg.
Jimmy’s going to be mad. I
told him I’d be there.
Practically begged him.
Good thing you’re great with
Greg’s sarcasm goes over Soul’s head.
I’ll think of something.
There’s got to be a bar off
one of these exits.
Greg leans over and grabs a paper bag on the floor of the
passenger side, putting it on the seat. He takes out a
bottle of WHISKEY and hands it back to Soul.
Soul gladly takes it, grinning from ear to ear.
He unscrews the bottle and takes a healthy gulp, the entire
time Greg watches him. Soul keeps the bottle open as his
body relaxes and his stare goes out the window.
Why am I in the back seat?
One of my rules.
Greg’s CELLPHONE starts buzzing. He picks it up to see the
Woman is calling him. He immediately silences the phone and
puts it back down. Soul does not seem to notice.
Soul sighs and takes another gulp from his bottle. Greg
sneaks another look back at his father when he thinks he is
A road trip, huh?… This is
going to be fucking terrible.
Greg nods to himself.
I’ve been reading over what’s been written so far and what’s coming up next. I have to think it over, but the first set of changes might be coming up soon. I’ll need some time to figure it out. Read over this scene a couple times, I’ll try to explain some things tomorrow. Right now I would rather have you read it and analyze the scene yourself.
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