Script

A Creative Throwback

June 28, 2017

Creativity always has a spark… I thought it’d be fun to share a script I wrote while I was still studying. This little piece was born out of a season in my life of great possibility and creativity. And I distinctly remember this script as being one that really fueled my passion for writing.

THE SANDWICH

EXT. CITY. DAY.

Two men are seated on a park bench, surrounded by people sprawled across the grass, pigeons and pockets of litter. The older man, a white male in 50’s, is a hobo. He is wearing all the clothes he owns: a scarf, old shoes, 2 wholly jerseys and pants, but no socks. His hands are as well-worn as his clothes, grubby, with dirt lodged under his nails and his hair is matted. His eyes are brilliant blue juxtaposed to his weathered face, and seem to tell deeper stories. This is MICHAEL WATTS. The younger man is a black male in his 20’s. He is no stranger to the streets, living there from his early teens. He wears the remnants of a pair of running takkies, a worn-out tracksuit and a beanie. He is streetwise, alert and able to strike up a deal. This is SIYANDA MABUZA. They sit silent for a long while, while we sum up the odd pair. Michael tries to pry a sandwich wrapped in paper from his satchel, without Siyanda noticing. The satchel is dirty, but we can just about make out the word ‘WITS’ on it.

SIYANDA

(Finally realising Michael’s schemes)
Hey, what’s that? Have you learnt no sense of ubuntu since 1994? What’s yours is mine. Remember, Mike? (Pause) I’m hungry!

Michael carefully unwraps the sandwich like a golden treasure. It has many layers, but is minus a few bites. He takes a bite.

MICHAEL

I think therefore I am – Descartes

SIYANDA

Excuse me?

MICHAEL

If you think you’re hungry, you are. If you think you’re not, you’re not.

SIYANDA

So then think you’re not hungry and give me the sandwich.

MICHAEL

But I am.

SIYANDA

Am what?

MICHAEL

What I think.

SIYANDA

You’ve lost me.

MICHAEL

Maybe you need to find yourself again. Hunger for knowledge and it will find you.

SIYANDA

Ag, man! Stop getting all philo-sophocles and give me a bite.

Michael is mesmerised by the sandwich. He is just about to take a bite. Siyanda tries to snatch it from him. He quickly wraps it up and puts it back in his satchel, which we now see contains 5 books. Michael gets up and begins shuffling through the park and across the street to the grand entrance of a library building, complete with stone columns and stairs. Siyanda, moving as if listening to his favourite jive, follows closely at his heels, greeting the many people he knows on the short journey. They climb the stairs and just as Michael is about to enter the revolving door, Siyanda notices a plaque on the wall. Michael stops.

SIYANDA
(Reading)

This building was kindly donated by Michael Watts on the 14 June 1979 in pursuit of knowledge and progress. Aren’t you…?

MICHAEL

Yes.

They pause for a long time, just staring at each other.

SIYANDA

Don’t you regret the fact that you gave so much away? You have nothing now.

Michael slowly backs out of the doorway and walks towards Siyanda, clutching a book he has removed from his satchel. He smoothes his rough hands gently over the book entitled, “Miracles” by C.S. Lewis, and muses for a while.

MICHAEL

The only things I have left is that which I gave away.

Beat.

SIYANDA

So can I have your sandwich?

 

1 Comment

  • Reply Veronica August 3, 2017 at 2:36 pm

    Really Great Blog.

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