360- Wrinkled Jeans

Here's the script to a concept I had of small five minute episodes about a group of friends. Hope you like it.

Wrinkled Jeans

A Compilation of Jack, Brian, Tammy and Sheila’s Stories By:
Michael Padilla



Sunday Drive
By Michael Padilla

(Jack and Brian are in an easily affordable car, one that doesn’t look too new but isn’t completely broken down though. There’s an air freshener (or any ornament) hanging from the rearview mirror which Brian adjusts (the mirror that is). Jack sits back listening to the music playing. Brian is driving, carelessly, as if he actually hopes something like a car accident happens.)

Jack
(excitedly) Oh I love this song
(Respect, Aretha Franklin) What you want…baby I got it
What you need…you know I got it
All I’m asking…is for a little respect-when you get home

Brian
(driving, looks over)…Dude, you’re so weird.

Jack
(confuse)What?

Brian
(shakes head)Dude…

Jack
(asking)What?

Brian
(exasperated)Why can’t I have normal friends?

Jack
Oh, you’re one to talk.

Brian
What are you talking about?

Jack
Who owns an entire stash of Beatles CD’s?

Brian
Hey

Jack
And who worships Oprah?

Brian
Hold on

Jack
And who won five bucks by putting peanut butter on his…

Brian
Dude!
Jack
I mean, seriously, Beatles?

Brian
Hey, the Beatles rock!

Jack
Man…

Brian
Shut up

Jack
Where are we going?

Brian
I dunno, I just felt like driving

Jack
…You’re like a freakin’ serial killer man

Brian
What?

Jack
You just felt like driving? And you invite me along? If you try and kill me, I’ll kick your @$$

Brian
You’re an @$$

Jack
You’re an @$$

(silence)

Brian
Hey let’s pick up Sheila and Tammy.

Jack
Why?

Brian
Why not?

Jack
I dunno

Brian
You’re so weird

Jack
I’m just asking. Where are we going to go with them?

Brian
I dunno, just someplace. Like a club or something

Jack
Alright let’s go.

Brian
Call’em up

Jack
Uh, can’t

Brian
Why not?

Jack
I lost my cell phone

Brian
You lost your cell phone?

Jack
Uh, yeah

Brian
You lost a device…that was designed to be used for emergency purposes, and keep you in contact with people at all times? You lost it?

Jack
Yes I did

Brian
(sighs) What am I gonna do with you?

Jack
(annoyed)What?

Brian
(sighs)
Lost
By Michael Padilla

Jack
We’re lost.

Brian
We’re not lost.

Jack
Dude, we’re lost.

Brian
No we’re not

Jack
Then where are we?

Brian
(shrugs)Somewhere in Nevada

Jack
We’re lost!

Brian
We’re not lost. We’re exactly where we need to be

Jack
Why do I let you drag me into these things?

Brian
The same reason why I invite you; we’ve got nothing better to do.

Jack
I’ve got things to do.

Brian
Name one

Jack
I’ve got a term paper due Thursday

Brian
Oh please, you’re done and laminated the thing anyway.

Jack
…only the third draft. And I swear laminated paper was the only kind I had left.

Brian
Laminated paper?

Jack
Just shut up and drive.

Brian
What time is it?

Jack
Eleven

Brian
Jeez

Jack
Look, there’s a gas station. Pull in and ask for directions.

Brian
Oh, we’re not going into that conversation

Jack
What conversation?

Brian
I’m not asking for directions and you say, “Why can’t men ask for directions?” and I make some lame gay joke, blah blah blah. I’m just gonna say no, and if you mention it again, I’ll stop the car, pull you out, thoroughly kick your @$$, and then drive off without you-(Jack opens his mouth as if to speak)-or over you. Got it?

Jack
…@$$

Brian
Shut up

Jack
Come on, the gas station’s right…

Brian
(stares levelly at Jack)

Jack
Fine

5 minutes of silence and driving

Brian
We made it!

Jack
What are you talking—(sees sign that says Las Vegas-10 miles)
(Looks at Brian…laughs)
DUDE!

Brian
Told you

Jack
Dude!

Brian
Who’s the best?

Jack
You freaking rock!

Brian
Yeah, I know.


Trapped
By Michael Padilla


Sheila
Brian? (calling from room)

Brian
(watching TV)Yeah!

Sheila
Come here for a second

Brian
Why?

Sheila
Just come here

Brian
Why can’t you come here?

Sheila
Cause what I want to show you is over here. So come here!

Brian
(groan) Fine! (rises from couch. Walks into room) What?

Sheila
(smiles)What do you think?

Brian
(looks into room, not sure what she wants him to notice) Uh, looks good.

Sheila
Really?

Brian
Yeah, I love it.

Sheila
You don’t think the color’s too much

Brian
Nah, I like that color. It looks good

Sheila
Brian?

Brian
Yeah?

Sheila
What color is it?
Brian
Uh, (takes a stab in the dark, looking at the drapes) purple.

Sheila
My…hair…is not…purple (angry now, kicks Brian out and slams the door.)

Brian
(hangs head)…Crap…it was a trap.



Cell Phone
By Michael Padilla

Jack
Dude, check out the new phone!

Brian
What?

Jack
Look at my new cell phone

Brian
…What’s the big deal?

Jack
What’s the big deal? Where have you been? Cell phones are the hottest thing right now!

Brian
They are?

Jack
Yeah. They have music playing capabilities, internet connections, IM technology, text messaging, ring tones, video games.

Brian
Get a computer

Jack
Yeah, but what if I’m on the go?

Brian
If you’re out the house, you should have better things to do than play video games on a freakin phone.

Jack
But what if I’m in the subway, or on a bus? Then what?

Brian
…Read a book. I’m telling you man, laziness has become portable with all this handheld crap.

Jack
You’re just jealous.

Brian
Of what? Your idiocy?

Jack
Just leave me alone

Brian
Fine. I’ll leave you and your precious cell phone alone. Maybe it can hold up a conversation with you (leaves)
Jack
Yeah, it’ll probably be an intelligent one too!(alone now. Looks at his cell phone) Brian, wait up!


A Delightful Tale of the Meeting of Two Souls
By Michael Padilla, inspired by Brian

(Sheila
You really asked him to write this?

Brian
Of course. It’s been running through his mind, but it wasn’t until I pushed him to write it that he decided to.

Sheila
Aww (hugs Brian) )

(Fun scene. Jack, Tammy, Sheila and Brian, laughing and drinking. Doesn’t have to be liquor, soda is just fine. They’re in an apartment, music is on, not blasting, but giving the scene a fun quality.)

Brian
So then she—(starts laughing, and so does Sheila) Then she asked- “Who discovered America?” And before I could answer, she asked “Was it…” (breaks out laughing) “Was it…GEORGE JEFFERSON! (laughing harder, as is the rest of them.)

Jack
(starts singing the Jefferson’s theme song)
We’re movin on up

Sheila
I was trying to say George Washington, or Thomas Jefferson!

Brian
But honey, those are—(laughs)-those are both wrong too!

Tammy
Columbus, sweetie, Columbus (the group laughs)

Brian
Oh God, that was funny

Jack
So, (takes a drink), you guys met in high school?

Brian
Met? Not exactly the word I’d use.

Tammy
What do you mean?

Sheila
We kind of threw ourselves at each other

Jack
What?

Brian
We were the only sane ones in that whole crap school. Everyone else was crazy.
Tammy
Crazy how?

Sheila
(serious)No one else liked drinking chocolate syrup straight from the bottle.

Tammy & Jack
(silence)

Tammy
What?

Brian
Oh no, there’s more. No one else danced in the middle of the street for no reason, no one else sang at the top of their lungs when there was silence. You know, everyone thinks that aliens don’t exist?

Tammy & Jack
(silence)

Sheila
(To Brian) They don’t get it.

Brian
(shakes head)I knew they wouldn’t

Sheila
Let’s try again. In their language this time

Brian
Fine. You start.

Sheila
No you start. Their language is so boring.

Brian
Fine. (Turns to Tammy and Jack) Where do you find the most comfort?

Jack
What?

Sheila
Where do you feel the most comfortable? Where nothing can hurt you. The safest place in the world.

Jack
The library (Jack and Tammy laugh, but Brian and Sheila don’t)

Brian
Now picture, wherever you are, every step you take. You are always in a library. Always safe and never in any harm. You know exactly where you are, all the time, every where you go. But every step is unforgettable, and special, and just absolutely perfect. You can’t get hurt, and you’re never lost, cause you know exactly where you are.
Jack
That would be great.

Brian
That’s us.

Sheila
When we’re together.

Tammy
Aw (wipes away a tear) Why can’t you be like that! (hits Jack over the head)

Jack
Ow, what!?

Tammy
Dummy…

Brian & Sheila
(laughing and looking at each other)


(Sheila
Oh, wow, that was so sweet.

Brian
I dunno. I can’t believe he made me say that stuff

Sheila
He didn’t make you say anything and you know it

Brian
(hangs head in shame) Fine, he didn’t. I said it on my own

Sheila
(hugs him) Thanks)


Chain Letter
By Michael Padilla

Jack
Bri-an! (whiny, runs into room)

Brian
(on computer) What?

Jack
I was on the computer

Brian
No you weren’t

Jack
(seriously)Yes I was. I was just on MySpace

Brian
(mockingly)No, you were just in YourKitchen

Jack
I was on the computer.

Brian
Then you got off and I got on. Why aren’t you getting this?

Jack
This isn’t funny. I got to post a bulletin or I’m gonna have bad luck with women for twelve years

Brian
(silence)

Jack
What?

Brian
You’ve had bad luck with women since I’ve known you. Why would a letter change that?

Jack
Chain letters are no joke. One of my friends has a friend who knows a guy who didn’t pass on a chain letter to seven people in the fifteen minute time limit and he died three years later.

Brian
What’d he die of?

Jack
I don’t know.

Brian
What was his name?

Jack
I don’t know

Brian
Where was he from?

Jack
I don’t know

Brian
If you don’t get out of my face with this chain letter crap, I’m gonna kill you.

Jack
Fine…but if Tammy breaks up with me, it’s your fault

Brian
When Tammy breaks up with you, it’ll be because you’re too busy sending chain letters to people who don’t give a crap.