Department of Theatre and Film
BY Brittany Crisp
INT. UPSCALE, SUBURBAN HOUSE – DAY
The Oakley family is in their kitchen preparing for the day. RENEE, a middle aged woman with mousy hair and a sweater vest, stands at the kitchen counter making coffee and tidying. A teenage boy, WES, with shaggy brown hair, a t-shirt, and thick rimmed glasses, eats toast while he crams books into his backpack. SCOTT, middle aged with salt and pepper hair and a business suit enters holding a brief case. He kisses Renee on the cheek.
You gonna eat something before you take off?
I’m running late.
Renee pours some coffee into a mug and hands it to Scott.
They’re working you to the bone, honey. It’s not enough that they work you late almost every night, but now you have to go in early?
It’s the new account… hopefully everything will settle down soon.
Scott takes a sip of coffee and checks his watch.
Gotta go. I’ll try and make it home for dinner tonight.
I’ll believe that when I see it. Love you.
Love you too.
Scott kisses her cheek again and walks out the kitchen door. Renee watches him sadly from the kitchen window. Renee’s POV. On the way to the car, Scott passes a teenage girl with long blonde hair, a short skirt and tank top, and high heels, who walks up their driveway. Scott nods at HANNAH as they pass. She smiles back at him. Hannah walks in through the kitchen door without knocking.
Hey Mrs. Oakley.
She should be down. (yelling)
SOPHIA, YOUR RIDE’S HERE. Want some toast, Hannah?
Renee points to a plate of toast sitting on the counter.
Hannah grabs the toast and sits opposite Wes at the kitchen table.
How’s it goin?
Hannah fixes her hair in the reflection of the shiny toaster on the counter.
You need a ride to school?
No, I’m catching a ride with Vince. (under his breath)Like every other day.
Hannah picks the crust off her toast, eating only the middle part.
Well, if you don’t want to ride in style. (yelling upward) SOPHIE! Sometime today!
INT. SOPHIA’S BEDROOM – CONTINUOUS
SOPHIA, a cute girl of 16 with long wavy brown hair, tight dark wash jeans, and a low cut tank top, frantically rips through the closet in her bedroom. Shoes are thrown chaotically behind her. A lone pink high heel sits in front of her.
Sophia continues to dig. She finds the matching pink shoe in the back of her closet and sighs with relief. She stands up and throws the shoes on her bed. She rushes over to her dresser and opens a bottle of pills. She unscrews the lid to a water bottle beside the pills, throws the pills into her mouth and takes a swig of water, swallowing the pills. ..
You can find the complete script of Snapped by downloading the pdf version of this issue of THE PROJECTOR.