Setup
- R
- Year:
- 2011
- 85 min
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SIRENS. LOUD.
THEN:
EXT. BOSTON - CITY STREETS - NIGHT
A POLICE CRUISER flings itself down a city block, sirens
screaming, tailing a GRUNGY SEDAN.
The two do their best stock car impressions, hopping in and
out of traffic, jockeying to gain the upper hand --
The sedan gambles on a skidding turn around a corner. The cop
calls. Raises. Takes the turn at speed.
BOOM -- a throng of trash cans topple. Game over.
As they continue to race off in search of danger, CAMERA
hangs behind and VOLUME BARS appear on screen, ticking up.
Camera floats backward through the electromagnetic waves and
wider to REVEAL... that this has all been on a TELEVISION.
INT. TESS & JENNA’S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
The volume ticks up again as camera loses interest in the TV,
turning its attention toward a nearby bedroom to hear:
GRUNTING AND MOANING. Yes, that kind.
INT. TESS’ BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS
Now inside the bedroom, the noises are clearly coming from
TESS, 29, and her date-of-the-night, CLINGER, whose real name
isn’t important.
Tess is a walking tornado: a whirlwind force of nature who’s
probably sucked up at least one of every drug at some point.
Clinger slinks down under the sheets, now going down on Tess
with boisterous enthusiasm. Tess, however, couldn’t be more
bored. She’s on her PHONE, texting someone named JENNA:
TESS:
“WHAT NOW”JENNA:
“THE COPS ARE CHASING THE GUYS”TESS:
“WOW THAT WAS POETRY DID YOU GO TO OXFORD”JENNA:
“AREN’T YOU A LITTLE BUSY RIGHT NOW”2.
Tess snaps a PHOTO with Clinger under the sheets. Send.
JENNA:
“UNSUBSCRIBE”TESS:
“LOVE YOU TOO”Tess hides the phone and taps Clinger on the shoulder. He
rises from the sheets with a doe-eyed grin.
CLINGER:
What’s wrong, Tessy-Wes?
TESS:
Nothing. I’m just tapping out.
CLINGER:
Have you orgasmed?
TESS:
I have before, yes.
CLINGER:
I can keep going if you want.
Tonight is Ladies’ Night.
TESS:
Oh... no. And let’s maybe not call
it that. But thank you.
CLINGER:
Just the kind of guy I am. I’m a
giver, not a taker.
TESS:
Good, because “taker” sounds a
little rapey.
Clinger laughs, too hard.
CLINGER:
Tess, you’re like, super funny.
He yawns, snuggling up to Tess. The last thing she wants.
TESS:
Wellp, I guess it’s about time you-
CLINGER:
Goodnight-
TESS:
Fell asleep here... ugh...
3.
Wide-eyed and trapped, Tess lies still until he falls asleep.
After he does, she wiggles out from under him.
MOVING BOXES are scattered around the apartment. JENNA, 29,
Tess’ roommate and best friend, packs a box and watches TV.
Jenna has a timid charm that she’s been trying for years to
replace with edge -- like a teenager who could never fully
commit to her punk phase.
Tess enters and makes her way to the couch. GWEN, 20s, their
clingy idiot third roommate, is unfortunately also present.
JENNA:
Hi, my name is Jenna and I’d like
to take a moment to talk to you
about personal space.
TESS:
Pass.
She sits next to Jenna and immediately reaches for her wine.
JENNA:
Exhibit A, your honor!
TESS:
I don’t want a full glass!
GWEN:
You can share mine.
TESS:
You have mono.
GWEN:
That was like two years ago.
Jenna yanks the glass as Tess talks to Gwen, spilling wine.
TESS:
Thanks a lot, Gwen.
Tess reaches into a nearby BOX and pulls out a shirt.
JENNA:
Dude, I just finished packing that.
TESS:
Don’t remind me.
4.
She swaps her shirt, putting Jenna’s new one on.
TESS (CONT’D)
Who am I supposed to hang out with
once you’re gone? Her?
GWEN:
Ooh, yeah. We can have sleep-overs!
TESS:
(too aggressive)
Every night is a sleep-over when
you live in the SAME PLACE, GWEN.
Tess moves to a PIANO in the corner, opens the bench’s seat
and pulls WEED and a PIPE out. Sits back down. Lights up.
JENNA:
What’s this one’s name?
TESS:
I want to say Steven.
JENNA:
Wow, I thought you’d be through all
the normal names by now.
Tess jabs Jenna in the leg --
JENNA (CONT’D)
Oh, now you get to D.V. me when I
try to compliment your womanly
conquests?
TESS:
F*** off, you were not.
Another play-punch from Tess.
JENNA:
What if I had been abused and this
was like, some sort of trigger?
That’s highly insensitive.
TESS:
I can deal with being
hypothetically insensitive.
Gwen grabs at the pipe, but Tess hands it to Jenna instead.
Tess pulls out her phone and opens a DATING APP -- already on
the prowl for someone new. Swipe and click. Swipe and click.
5.
JENNA:
What’s wrong with this guy?
TESS:
He’s a total clinger, he was
proposing with his eyes already.
GWEN:
How did you hear it?
JENNA:
Shut up, Gwen.
TESS:
Plus, his moves were just not doin’
it for me. I had to call a timeout.
JENNA:
Why not fake it?
TESS:
Faking it is for cowards. Mother
Earth gave us mouths for words, not
just for blowies. Read a book.
GWEN:
Did he blink the proposal to you?
JENNA:
Please. Fake orgasms are the car
alarm panic button of sex. It’s too
late to lock that sh*t up so you
just honk the horn and hope he’s
finished robbing your dignity.
TESS:
Are we still talking about me?
‘Cause if you mean Todd, I’d highly
reconsider this move-in sitch.
This time, Jenna rears back to jab Tess --
TESS (CONT’D)
Trigger!
GWEN:
Can you see what I’m thinking?
Gwen stares at Tess, blinking in a pattern.
JENNA:
Aaand that’s my cue.
Jenna moves to stand up, but Tess pulls her back down.
6.
TESS:
Don’t leave me out here all alone!
JENNA:
Gwen’s here.
TESS:
Why would that count?
Tess puts on her best puppy dog eyes. Jenna wants to leave,
but can’t bring herself to say it. She sits back down,
letting Tess rest her head on her shoulder.
GWEN:
Do you guys wanna-
TESS JENNA:
I hope you die. No.
Tess watches the TV with heavy eyelids. Sleep coming on fast.
QUICK, DRUG-INDUCED DREAM SEQUENCE:
A COLLAGE OF MOVING BOXES SWIRLS INTO A KALEIDOSCOPE --
FIFTY CATS CLIMB AROUND, THEIR MEOWS MAKING SIREN NOISES -A
GIANT CUTOUT OF GARY BUSEY’S FACE BITES GWEN’S HEAD OFF --
JENNA LAUGHS, THEN JUMPS ONTO A RAINBOW AND FLIES AWAY --
TESS (V.O.)
WAIT FOR ME!
INT. LIVING ROOM - THE NEXT DAY
Morning. Tess startles awake, now alone on the couch. She
finds a note that reads: “HEART YOU LATER, TESSY-WES.”
Disgusted, she crumples the note and walks toward Jenna’s
room. As she opens the door, she’s already talking.
TESS:
Jenna? I was thinking today could
be the day we get high and throw
eggs at the Boy Scout kids-
INT. JENNA’S ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Tess stops short as she realizes Jenna isn’t there. Moreover:
her room is almost fully packed up. In here, Tess can’t hide
her vulnerability behind a joke. She opens her PHONE...
7.
EXT. TESS & JENNA’S APARTMENT - STREET - DAY
A crisp New England day. A car squeals up and Tess hops in.
INT. JENNA’S CAR - MOVING - DAY
The car is moving forward as quickly as it stopped. Jenna
anxiously jams the gas as Tess rests her feet on the dash.
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