As "there" as much as I can be. haha
So, here's a writer topic:
How do you write a scene?
There are probably as many answers to this question as there are prospective writers. Different people find different entry points. Some outline the scene. Some write straight ahead and see where it goes. Others write fragments of action or dialog they know they want and then come back to it later. And many writers use different approaches for different scenes in the same script.
[...]
INT. LOFT - DAY
The door opens and Peter finds himself face-to-face with STEPHEN (21), an adorable nerd who always wears vintage computer company tee shirts.
Oh, sorry. Must have the wrong place. Is this—
Peter. Hi. Come in!
Peter gets cut off by Neil, entering like he owns the place.
Interesting neighborhood.
(Peter)
If a little low rent.
BRIEF LOFT DESCRIPTION HERE. Neil strolls directly for a table featuring spirits, beer and wine, making show of picking a fine wine. Peter, right on his heels, finds the corkscrew, feigns offering it to Neil...
psych! uses the end of it to open a bottle of beer, then drops it on the table where Neil has to reach for it.
So, kid, who're you and who are these cats?
FOLLOWING PETER to REVEAL Lucien sprawled on a sofa like a cat, and Maria, under a hat and behind dark glasses, standing aside,
hiding behind a large cocktail, tense as a wound spring. As Peter passes Maria he puts the open beer in her open hand. He winks. She frowns.
I'm Ste--
No names! That was my condition.
Whatever the lady wants, she gets.
And Neil puts a glass of the wine in her other hand. He holds his own glass and raises it in a toast. Maria considers the two drinks: which will she choose?
LUCIEN
(gestures open handed)
It's the 21st century and chivalry is dead.
What about what I want?
And suddenly finds in his hands the drinks Maria was given. He shrugs, happily alternates from one to the other: he's not proud.
Look, I don't care who these men are or why
they're here--
PETER
(plops down in a chair)
C'mon sistah. Two plus two. Four Blue Mauritius
stamps stolen, four of us here.
Stephen nods, grinning. Maria scowls. Neil turns to her.
Not quite as stupid as he looks.
LUCIEN
(makes face at the beer)
Let's not rush to judgement.
[...]
So, following up on this post, I thought I'd show you how the scene evolved after that first stab. First is ]what the bit I posted previously became, with
bold text to show what changed. I've put a few
italicized notes inline as to what motivated some of the changes.
A KNOCK on the door. STEPHEN (21), an adorable nerd who always wears vintage computer tee shirts, opens it.
This was slightly revised to start with the knock. Before it just started with the door opening. This way it gives more editing options because you'd film him walking to the door instead of just opening it.
Oh, sorry. Must have the wrong place. Is this—
Peter. Hi. Come in!
Peter gets cut off by Neil, entering like he owns the place.
Interesting neighborhood.
(Peter)
If a little low rent.
Peter smiles mischievously, follows. Stephen closes the door.
Neil strolls confidently for a table loaded with bottles, making show of picking a fine wine. Peter, right on his heels, finds the corkscrew, feigns offering it to Neil... psych! uses the end of it to open a bottle of
cheap beer, then drops it on the table where Neil has to reach for it.
So, kid, who’re you?
Matter of
fact...who’re they?
The first pass was "Who're these cats?" which was the tone I wanted but not very modern sounding. This version of the line avoids quickly-dated slang for something equally direct but more conversational.
FOLLOWING PETER to REVEAL Lucien sprawled on a sofa like a cat, and Maria, under a hat and behind dark glasses, standing aside, tense as a wound spring. As Peter passes Maria he puts the open beer in her open hand. He winks. She frowns.
I can’t believe I’m getting to meet
all of you! I’m Stephen B--
This line changed to make it clear Stephen knows who they are, establish his youthful enthusiasm, and let him get his first name out for the sake of the audience.
No names! That was my condition.
Whatever the lady wants, she gets.
And Neil puts a glass of the wine in her other hand. He holds his own glass and raises it in a toast. Maria considers the two drinks: which will she choose?
LUCIEN
(gestures open handed)
Chivalry is dead. What about what I
want?
I cut the "It's the 21st Century" because we all know what century it is.
And suddenly finds in his hands the drinks Maria was given. He shrugs, happily alternates drinking each: he’s not proud.
Look, I don’t care who you are or
why you’re here--
PETER
(plops down in a chair)
C’mon sister. Two plus two. Four
Blue Mauritius stamps stolen, four
of us here.
Stephen nods, grinning. Maria scowls. Neil turns to her.
Not quite as dumb as he looks.
LUCIEN
(makes face at the beer)
Let’s not rush to judgement.
That's where we left off. What happens next is...
AS A GIANT SCREEN FLASHES ON. It displays Hanson via video chat from Jack’s Study on Mauritius.
Well, now that we’re all getting
along so splendidly, shall we get
down to business?
Precisely which business, Hanson?
These?
Neil--standing right behind Lucien--takes the London stamp from a coat pocket and waves it, then firmly stuffs it back into the pocket. Lucien sees this, puts down his drinks.
This is setup for the next bit of business. It lets Lucien know where Neil has his stamp, thus...
Or the stamp from Berlin you didn’t
get? How’d that happen?
Let’s authenticate the former while
we discuss the latter. Stephen?
Parallel action beats sequential, hence "Let’s authenticate the former while we discuss the latter." To move the scene along quickly I wanted to get the thieves' work checked out without stopping to do it. Thus I am setting up to keep "business" going and keep the scene from becoming people standing around talking.
Stephen moves closer, eagerly gesturing “gimme”. Peter unzips an inside-pocket of his leather jacket and produces his stamp. Maria reluctantly takes hers from her stylish handbag. They hand them over.
Neil reaches for his, then does a double take when he can’t find the stamp! He checks all his other pockets, flustered.
Lucien casually hands over the Louvre stamp. Then makes a show of showing his empty palms, does a bit of legerdemain and, voila, Neil’s Blue Mauritius is in his hands.
NEIL
(snatches the stamp)
Sneaky little frog.
Stephen grabs it, turns to a large, centralized SMART DESK and places the four stamps into a SCANNER at one end, Images of both sides of each pop up on the desk’s interactive top. He scrutinizes each stamp, drawing circles around different details on each. During this...
The unforeseen early transfer of
that last Blue Mauritius, shall we
say, threw a spanner in the works.
Yeah. So who’s the superstar that
dropped that ball?
All that concerns us is that final stamp
and who will get it.
“Who will get it”? Hanson, please.
The next thing after this was tricky, and my first pass showed me what I did not want to do: namely have a lengthy conversation where the four thieves made the case for themselves. By this point in the script we've seen each of them perform their individual speciality, so having them state that would be redundant. Never say anything twice. So my writing partner suggested having them attack each other instead of crowing about their own abilities. I wanted something rapid-fire, so he suggested a sort of round-robin that goes like this.
A. Thief disses another thief
B. Thief not attacked chimes in in-agreement, thus drawing fire from the one who was attacked
C. Thief dissed counter-attacks by dissing the thief who chimed in
In practice it works like this...
- Maria disses Neil
- Peter chimes in about Neil
- Neil returns fire by attacking Peter
- Maria chimes in about Peter
- Peter returns fire by dissing Maria
- Neil chimes in about Maria
If this pattern continued I'd be right back at 1. Maria disses Neil. Ergo it's time to break out of the pattern. We kept Lucien out of the argument so he could be the reset button. Ergo, he halts the loop by dissing EVERYONE...
C’est des conneries! Some United
Nations you’ve put together here,
Hanson. You know none of these
fools have the skills to do this.
(quickly; indicates self)
And neither does poor, poor, Lucien.*
Don’t you see, he needs--
MARIA, PETER, NEAL
(all realizing; shit)
All of us.
*
I wrote this line this way because we've gotten the other thieves names in previous scenes but not Lucien's so he introduces himself by admitting he's one of them: a "fool".
The older version of this scene was more expositional with the characters being told what they needed to do.
This version is all about setting up and playing character conflicts. Not only is this more interesting than dry exposition, it serves the characters better because it shows them jumping to conclusions before they figure it out.
Mind you, this kind of character conflict can be easy to do badly. A lot of beginning writers think "conflict" is high-school level banter with characters just sniping at one another. Witty or wanna-be-witty one-liners often don't service characters well other than to make them look like jerks. You want the "banter" to be driven by something other than the need to get in a zinger. In this scene the characters begin jockeying for position when they assume only one of them is going to be picked for this new job, ergo their sharp remarks are all pointedly directed and
motivated by that need, so that drives what and whom they attack and when.
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What I hope these examples illustrate is how complicated even writing a simple scene can be and how much structure can be applied to keep it moving along.