Sometimes the scribbles are going to honestly be more like scraps. I've got so many unfinished script ideas kicking around.
INT. OFFICE - DAY
CASSIE sits at her desk, headset on. She has a fresh bruise under her left eye. DONNA, her boss, walks up behind her and taps her on the shoulder.
Could you put yourself offline for a second?
CASSIE reaches for the phone at her desk and clicks a button. A red light turns on and she removes her headset.
How can I help?
Donna taps a finger to her eyes.
Care to explain this?
Ducked when I should have blocked, caught an uppercut in the noggin'.
I don't want to know how it happened. Why is it showing?
What do you mean?
There's a client visit today.
And you need to look presentable.
I'm sorry Donna, I forgot.
DONNA gives a haughty purse of the lips.
You should go touch up.
CASSIE grabs her purse and stands.
DONNA starts walking off and calls over her shoulder.
And maybe you should reevaluate your after-work activities.
INT. BATHROOM - DAY
CUT TO CASSIE staring herself down in the mirror. There's tension in her shoulders, and she's gripping the sink so hard it might crack. Her bruise is covered up. She extracts makeup remover from her purse and starts using it. As she does, her shoulders start to relax; her posture improves. As she finishes, she gives herself a quick smile before exiting the bathroom.
((This next scene would come much later in the script, because I've never really written things chronologically.))
INT. DINER - NIGHT
RYAN sits, silent. He pokes at untouched hash browns. CASSIE is voraciously devouring her plate. Fresh stitches are on her eyebrow. She notices how quiet RYAN is being.
Hey, you ok baby?
RYAN nods, a million miles away. CASSIE puts down her fork and takes RYAN's hand. His hand stays limp.
You're a shit liar. Don't shut me out.
And spoil your big win?
It wasn't that big a fight.
CASSIE draws back a bit.
What's eating you up?
RYAN looks at CASSIE, drilling with his stare. The bruises around his eye have started to heal, but are still very visible. CASSIE'S face tightens.
I didn't say anything.
CASSIE brings her hand back to herself, leaving RYAN's behind.
You didn't have to. Should i have let them finish?
Of course not.
Then what should I have done?
I don't know!
The outburst surprises both of them. RYAN forces himself to relax. It's not very effective.
I've never been anything. I've always lived in a shadow,
no matter how hard I try to step out. I've never had anything
going for me; I always managed to just cruise along.
RYAN comes closer and takes CASSIE's hand. She doesn't resist.
And now the person I care the most about is a big shot fighter.
I've still got nothing.
CASSIE tenses like she's about to dodge a counterpunch.
Is that all I am to you?
RYAN sighs heavily; nothing's coming out right.
I started that fight. They called me out, but I started it.
I wanted to feel tough, like you, for once in my life. I
started that fight but I couldn't finish it. You did.
There's no way I'll feel what you feel, that strength,
the resilience around you.
Would you rather I was meek? That I wouldn't have
been able to defend you?
That's not what I said!
CASSIE takes her hand back and stands.
Maybe, but you've said enough.
She drops a 20 on the table.
Figure it out. Because I'm not going to stop.
She leaves RYAN at the diner.