ASSIGNMENT THREE - SCRIPTWRITING AND SYNOPSIS

David Douwens de Sousa Craveiro Baptista 22601

SYNOPSIS

It is the new millennium, with all its fashions and trends, which is a constant in the lives of this peculiar couple. Twenty years separating them, and different eras acting on their lives unbalance the scales of their lives that they so eagerly seek to keep balanced. Without regarding consequences, he throws himself into an endless chain of betrayal with the most unexpected of people―another man. Suspicious, she seeks the truth. In spite of the fact that she loves him, revenge is all that runs through her mind after being deceived.

SCRIPTWRITING

It’s 10 p.m. and she waits impatiently for her husband to get home from work. After having seen her husband in very compromising situations and on various occasions with his office assistant, Raphael, anger bursts from her as she reckons that this ongoing delay has nothing innocent about it.

A few minutes later, he arrives.

RALPH ― Hi honey! How are you?

RACHEL ― Great, thank you very much!

RALPH ― Honey, are you upset?

RACHEL ― Of course not. I’ve told you already I’m doing great, for heaven’s sake!

RALPH ― Doesn’t look like it to me.

RACHEL ― Oh…Is that so?

RALPH ― Yeah.

RACHEL ― Whatever… (Loathing him and with an ironic tone on her voice) Too much work, eh?

RALPH ― What?

RACHEL ― Lot to do at work, had you?

RALPH ― Oh…Yeah, I’m dead tired.

RACHEL ― Dead tired, eh? (Stressing the word ‘dead’)

RALPH ― Yeah, it was killing…

RACHEL ― You’re getting tired a lot these days… and getting home late…

RALPH ― What do you want me to do? (Stares at the mirror) Gosh, I look terrible! I think I’ll shower.

(A couple of minutes later)

RALPH ― Ah!!! (Yelling) The water is freaking cold.

RACHEL ― (Whispering) Is that so? Serves you right.

RALPH ― (Leaving bathroom) That was terrible!

RACHEL ― (Turning the gas back on) Well, it is working…you know, the gas.

RALPH ― Bah… Nevermind. I’ll give it a look later on. Is dinner ready?

RACHEL ― Well, sure, but I’ve had mine already. You weren’t really expecting me to wait while you were living your life your own way, were you?

RALPH ― What are you talking about?

RACHEL ― You know damn well what I’m talking about! Having you coming home late nearly every single day! This is no hotel you can check in or out whenever you want!

RALPH―But…Honey…So much…

RACHEL ― (Interrupting) Work? Right, I’ve heard it all.

RALPH―What about it? Someone has to raise money for this family.

RACHEL ― Family? Money? We have enough money for the rest of our lives, you know… and Family? We can hardly consider ourselves a family.

RALPH ― Why do you say that?

RACHEL ― Well, it ain’t like you’re really fond of me, is it?

RALPH ― But…Of course I do! I love you, sweetheart!

What’s with this conversation?

RACHEL ― Playing dumb, eh?

RALPH ― Well, how can I? I have no idea what you’re talking about…

RACHEL ― So… you have nothing you need to tell me about?

RALPH ― Should I, though?

RACHEL ― You gotta be kidding me!

RALPH ― Erm…No.

RACHEL ― Ralph, (Irony flowing through her voice) honey, I know about everything… you know… your affair…

RALPH ― Affair? Have you forgotten your pills, or what? Are you going beserk?

RACHEL ― Oh…Yes, sir! (Trying to look mental) All these nights seeing you come home late? What do you take me for? Some whore you can shag whenever you feel like it? Please…PLEASE don’t tell me you actually thought I was naïve enough not to notice it!!!

RALPH ― You’re crazy, I say…erm… You’re definately out of your mind!

RACHEL ― Right! Madness… So, the man I saw you with last night was just my imagination.

RALPH ― You’re insane! Of… Of course it was! Erm… I’m very macho! I’m no fag!

RACHEL ― Are you sure? ‘Coz I believe I saw that very same man in a hotel with you the night before… and guess what? (Closing on him) He certainly looked like Raphael, your bloody assistant.

RALPH ― I’m telling you. It was work that kept my hands busy… and I was a bit pushed for time…so I decided to finish it, which took a while.

RACHEL ― Ok, then (backs away from him ― then towards the entrance hall)

RALPH ― What’s up with you today? Where are you going?

RACHEL ― I’ll be right back, honey. (She stresses this last word rather sarcastically)

(She then grabs a revolver from a drawer)

RALPH ― Erm…What?! (Surprised) What on earth do you think you’re doing? Put that thing down! Are you mad? (She gets closer, as she points it right to his head) I’m…I’m…innocent.

RACHEL ― Sure you are. So… you have no involvements with him, whatsoever?

RALPH ― Please! Darling! Honey! Of course not…

RACHEL ― Oh… I get it. (Raising her tone) So… I’m the liar here, eh?

RALPH ― No, you’re…maybe you’ve mistaken me for someone else…

RACHEL ― Mistaken!? (Shots between his legs ― (He trembles all over) I can recognize my husband when I see him, you worthless piece of shit!

RALPH ― I would never betray you! (Tears falling down his cheeks) I’m no homo…

RACHEL ― (Silence spread across the living room after a loud bang from the revolver. Ralph’s body lay still) Killing, eh? You never mentioned about me ever being killing… (Blows the smoke from the revolver).