Slam X: The Slam Who Loved Me
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The rules for Screenwriting Slam are as follows:I will give out a topic at 11:59 pm EST (8:59 PST) on the start date. You have have 24 hours MAX to write a scene or short script based on that topic. Five pages would be an average. Go a bit over? Fall a bit short? Who cares. It's not the size of a writer's submission that matters, it's how well the piece works. Post it in the designated thread. At the end of the twenty-four hours, you have the next twenty hours to read and critique all the other scripts and rank them from the best to the least-best. You critique the scripts on how well they met the task, the quality of the action paragraphs/dialogue, etc. Basically the conventions of script writing. Please do not rank your own script. If you don't rank and critique the scripts, you will be disqualified. The SLAM consists of three rounds. The top six from round one move to round two. The top three from round two move on to the final round. The winner of the final round becomes the host of the next competition unless he/she is unable to do it.All participants from previous rounds are eligible to vote in future rounds. In fact, they are strongly encouraged to. Just meet the voting deadline and critique/vote for all scripts.If you are unable to compete and wish to be a voter on the scripts, sign up here and specifically state you are NOT competing and wish to be a voter ONLY. You must meet the voting deadlines and vote for every script for all 3 rounds. Of course, all competitors are expected to vote. And please, if you do not survive round one, drop by and vote for the other rounds. It would mean a lot.**********
The start date is Friday, June 25th 11:59 pm EST (8:59 PST).
The designated thread is this thread.
This is my first shot at this but I've been going to past slams to try and get a sense for how things are 'done around here'... So cut me some slack if I goof up. I think I've got some tasty topics, so I think it'll be a good time for all.
If you have questions, PM me or post here.
In the last slam we found some trouble reading pdf files that were posted as attachments or links to files. It was strange. If you're going to use Final Draft or Word, they both save in the HTML format. (I'm sure other popular writing software can too.) So if you can, please link to html files if you can host them. Otherwise, just post the text here.
Thanks!
Carl
I'm in.
I'm in for sure, but I've got a big commitment on the 29th. Hopefully, if I advance to the further rounds, I can work around it.
im in.
b
I'm out.
I have major commitments coming up. Can't slam for sh-t at the moment.
awwww.. the slam who loved me! how cute. SLAP i'm in.
Can I wait to see the topic before I sign up? I mean... if the topic were to turn out to be Russian Turkeys or something I know nothing of, I don't want to write about it.
I'm in. I hope I can finish though, as I am leaving the 28th.
Im in
I'm in.
chi cha,
I'm in.
-cody
How about Russian Jive Turkeys...
Putin's a turkey. Rasputin was a turkey...
Sorry. Couldn't resist.
Nope. You can't see the topics before the 24 hour writing period. That defeats the purpose of a slam.
I'll try to get one in here... I'm workin' hard on the Noir thing right now, so no promises |-)
I'm in!
Sure.
I'm in, thanks for contacting me
Huh?
I'll do it.
I hate the f-u-c-k-ing pressure and time limit... but I'm in...
I'm in.
I was asked if it was okay to post text in the thread.
Yep!
I was just concerned about the trouble we had on Slam 9 with trying to download attachments. I didn't mean to imply that folks couldn't post text in the thread.
Okay... Looks like we got a list.
Here are the folks giving it a shot at Slam X:
Butch Cassidy
CodyBrown
CrImInAlmInD
JtheVGKing
Marcellus_Wallace
Motoko
Movie Dude 101
Smasher
stormboy
xabbu
OppressedWriter
keyinblackman
monolith94
Tinderbox
Ratwaffle
See you tonight at 11:59PM EST
baybee.
If it's not too late, I'd like in too.
Hamsandwich is in.
Chalupacabra is in? (Can someone translate "baybee"?)
I'll do it... should be good times... just a day out of my life.
Sorry guys something came up and I won't be able to post the topic at 11:59. So I'll post the topic and now you'll 28 hours for the first topic, which is:
Eavesdropping
Lots of luck to everyone involved. Have fun.
The deadline for this topic is 11:59 pm EST on June 26th.
Carl
*thinks*
The topic is
"eavesdroppping"!
hmm...allow me to write...
FADE IN
INT. REST HOME - NIGHT
A depressing one. It's late and the only person around is
behind the reception desk watching a small black and white
portable television. This is the NIGHT CLERK, a fat, ****ing
slob who has stains on his uniform from at least last week.
He's halfway through a pink box of coconut donuts. An ANGEL,
luminescent and see-through, floats in through a wall.
CRYING is barely audible down the hall as is the sound of a
FLOOR WAXER.
About a minute passes and just when the Night Clerk is about
to take a bite of yet another coconut donut, he hears the
crying and
SLAMS the donut flat on the desk.
NIGHT CLERK
Every friggin' night. Goddamn it,
goddamn it, goddamn it.
He storms down the hallway, working through a large key ring
looking for the right one to open...
MARGAITA'S ROOM
MARGAITA is in her 90s but looks older than anyone alive
should. She's in bed with the covers up to her chin and
wailing like she just lost her entire family. The bed is a
metal hospital deal with several sturdy rods three feet above
her head for setting up someone in traction.
The Night Clerk oozes into the room, followed by the Angel.
NIGHT CLERK
Every night the same. Why you gots
to? Uh? You got the room to
yourself now you selfish old witch.
It's true. The bed next to her is empty and ready for a new
tenant.
MARGAITA
(thick Portugese accent)
No more. No more. Let me out.
Please. No more.
NIGHT CLERK
What? Jesus every goddamn night.
Why you don't learn English?
You lived here long enough you
still goddamn off the boat. You
people.
MARGAITA
No more. No more.
For just a second, Margaita looks lucid.
MARGAITA
Please, you help me. Right?
And then it's gone. She stares straight up at the ceiling.
NIGHT CLERK
Too tight? **** it. If you
promise me some peace and quiet the
next three hours I'd even change
your Depends for you.
He thinks about that and laughs.
NIGHT CLERK
Yeah right.
He pulls down the covers revealing leather restraints on her
legs, arms and torso. He undoes each one and moves them down
one notch.
NIGHT CLERK
There. Now go to sleep Margaita.
Staring at the ceiling, Margaita's voice is barely a whisper.
MARGAITA
No more. No more.
The Night Clerk leaves, followed by the Angel, who looks a
little sad now.
INT. REST HOME - NIGHT
He's back at his station and only two donuts remain. Neither
the crying nor the floor waxer are audible.
The Angel stands behind him, looking down the hall.
JUAN and ROBERTA come down the hall with the floor waxer, now
turned off. Both in their 20s and Roberta is very visibly
pregnant.
NIGHT CLERK
Done?
JUAN
Yeah.
ROBERTA
(eyeing the donut box)
Damn bro! I thought I was hungry.
NIGHT CLERK
What? What?
JUAN
She's eating for two, but you're
eating for Ethiopia my friend.
NIGHT CLERK
You want one? Take a goddamn
donut.
JUAN
I can't stand coconut. It always
reminds me of, it's like, little
bits of human flesh.
The Night Clerk spits out a big chunk of donut.
NIGHT CLERK
Jesus.
Roberta grabs her voluminous breasts.
ROBERTA
I didn't know you not like cocos
Juan.
Juan looks a little sheepish.
JUAN
Yeah. You don't know everything I
don't like...
(staring intently at her)
and what I do like.
The Night Clerk breaks the tension.
NIGHT CLERK
So you pick a name yet Berta?
ROBERTA
Ay caramba. No. Jaime don't care.
He's no help. I got two. You guys
gotta help pick it.
NIGHT CLERK
Shoot.
ROBERTA
Carmen or Isabella.
JUAN
Both good.
NIGHT CLERK
No American names?
ROBERTA
What? Those are good.
NIGHT CLERK
Yeah, if you live in Tijuana.
ROBERTA
Come on bro. Help me pick. Juan,
which one you like?
JUAN
Ask your baby's daddy.
All three look up when they hear a DOOR open. The Angel
stares at the three of them.
NIGHT CLERK
Now what?
A decrepit, ninety year-old man shuffles out of the room next
to Margaita's and makes his way to the reception desk.
NIGHT CLERK
Mr. Salvatore, you know you're
supposed to be in bed. It's the
middle of the night.
MR. SALVATORE
Can't sleep with all the voices.
ROBERTA
(sweetly)
Oh, you hear voices?
Mr. Salvatore looks at her completely expressionless.
MR. SALVATORE
Yeah. Your loud ****ing mouths.
What? You think I hear dead
people? I'm old. Not ****ing
senile you fat, knocked up *****.
Juan and the Night Clerk laugh while Roberta stands with her
mouth open.
NIGHT CLERK
You want a donut to take back to
your room?
Mr. Salvatore looks at the pastries. Then at the Night
Clerk. Then the pastries.
MR. SALVATORE
Why?
NIGHT CLERK
Why what?
MR. SALVATORE
You want my money? That it?
NIGHT CLERK
What?
MR. SALVATORE
You take a bite first.
NIGHT CLERK
What? The donut?
MR. SALVATORE
No my ***. Yes the donut. You
want me to eat it. You try it
first.
NIGHT CLERK
Oh for crying out loud. Here.
He takes a bite and tosses the half-eaten donut at Mr.
Salvatore who snatches it out of the air with aplomb.
MR. SALVATORE
Hey, bun in the oven. Help me back
to my room.
Her face says "no way".
MR. SALVATORE
Come on. I don't bite. Until I
put my teeth in.
The Night Clerk and Juan laugh again.
JUAN
Go on Berta. Maybe he can help you
with the name.
ROBERTA
Load the goddamn machine. I want
to go home.
She grabs Mr. Salvatore's arm.
ROBERTA
Come then old dirty viejo. You
like Carmen or Isabella?
MR. SALVATORE
Never ****ed either one.
ROBERTA
Ay dios.
She walks him past Margaita's room. The Angel floats by and
enters the room.
MR. SALVATORE
At least cry baby finally shut up
for the night.
He slaps her butt and goes back into his room. She looks in
through the glass window at him and gives him a dirty look.
He blows her a kiss.
She starts to walk back to the front, but something catches
her attention through the window in Margaita's room.
And then she SCREAMS.
The Night Clerk and Juan run to the room. The Night Clerk
opens it to reveal Margaita hanging from one of her leather
restraints attached of one of the metal rods above her bed.
NIGHT CLERK
Oh Margaita, oh margaita.
And then we
FADE TO BLACK
ROBERTA (O.S.)
Oh Margaita, oh margaita.
FADE TO
Roberta is in a birthing room with her HUSBAND, and all the
usual medical people. She is holding her brand new daughter,
MARGAITA.
In the corner stands the Angel.
FADE OUT.
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