About My Ideal
Logline: A lost writer goes to a dating agency to find purpose and inspiration
Type: Short Screenplay
Pages: 16
Genre: Dark Romantic Comedy
First Page
OVER BLACK
We hear the incessant CLICK-CLACK of an old TYPEWRITER. Each
stroke a hammer shot to your temple.
FADE IN
INT. CRAP APARTMENT - DIMLY-LIT BEDROOM - DAY
CLOSE UP on the back of a bashed-up 50s typewriter - we
can't see who's using it. There's a fireplace crackling
off-screen.
We slowly swing around the desk. This reveals a VINTAGE TAPE
RECORDER playing those typewriter types, and ARLO ROKEN (30)
slumped over, head on folded arms, facing us. EMPTY WHISKEY
GLASS on shelf above him.
INT. CRAP APARTMENT - HALL WAY (OUTSIDE BEDROOM) - DAY
Chipped wooden door.
TAPE RECORDER CLICK. Typewriter sounds STOP.
Someone inside THROWS ON A JACKET, then LIGHTS UP a
cigarette.
Arlo opens the door, cigarette hanging out his mouth, and
walks off-screen.
EXT. STREET - DAY
We follow Arlo from the front, as he walks down a narrow
street, smoking. He's scanning each door's number.
He stops in his tracks, ruffles through his pockets, and
checks a piece of paper. Satisfied, he puts it back and
walks to the door.
EXT. NUMBER 56 - DOOR - DAY
A dramatic old door - like those you find in an old Italian
town. Metal numbers '56' hammered on, clumsily.
There're two knockers - one black and one blue - and an
unlabelled intercom.
Arlo appears. After a brief moment of confusion, he goes for
the blue knocker.
KNOCK KNOCK.
The door unlatches.
INT. SMITH, JOHNSON & SMITH DATING AGENCY - WAITING ROOM -
DAY
Arlo's sitting in a drab, and stuffy waiting room. Squeaky
chairs, with cheap, laminate-like frames. A magazine rack
offers ancient tabloids, golf magazines and a Playboy.
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