Two-Bit Faust, part one
A year or so ago, I wrote a short film script called Two-Bit Faust. Since I’m unlikey to produce it anytime soon, I’m serializing the three scenes on my blog. Hope you enjoy it.
TWO BIT FAUST – Scene one
EXT. OUTSIDE A LIQUOR STORE - Night
DARREN, a slovenly youth in his late teens, stands at the edge of the parking lot. He’s obviously nervous. A PATRON walks past.
DARREN (approaching the patron)
Hey man, can you do me a favor? I like forgot my ID.
Could you buy me a six-pack or something?
The PATRON scowls and walks faster into the store. DARREN turns away to find KEVIN standing behind him. Kevin is well groomed and well dressed, perfectly normal except for the two small horns protruding from his forehead.
Good evening, Darren. Throwing a little party?
How do you know my name?
An astute question. Let me explain. You’ve heard of guardian angels?
Well, we don’t have as a catchy name for what I do, so let’s just say
I pitch for the other team.
Wow! You’re some kind of demon!
I prefer to avoid labels. And I’ve had so many names.
Tell you what, why don’t you just call me Kevin?
DARREN looks perplexed and somewhat disappointed.
Look Darren, you are at a crossroads,
figuratively speaking of course…
Just like the song.
Just like the song, yes. Try not to interrupt.
You are at a crossroads, and I’m here to advocate
for the not so straight and narrow.
If you’re my personal demon, where’s my guardian angel?
How the Hell should I know? My subscription to
Heaven Weekly ran out a long time ago.
So you want me to like go out and do an axe murder?
Whoa killer, baby steps. You have a whole life of unspeakable
evil ahead of you. The felonies can wait. Why don’t we start
with a few misdemeanors?
KEVIN pulls a six pack out of thin air.
Here you go! Malt liquor, the drink of pimps and kings.
And tall boys to boot!
Thanks, uh, Kevin. See you round.
Oh yes, Darren. I’ve got quite a road trip planned for you…
Below, Gentleman Caller, 2014. It seems appropriate.