Chrysalis
FADE IN:
Int. Uber - Moving - Magic Hour
MUSIC IN: "La Noche en la Sierra" — Framix.
EXTREME CLOSEUP — JEFF, late 30s, 6'5", 300 lbs, folded into the back seat of a cramped 2008 Mazda 3. His face fills the frame. Gaze down. Thumbs working a text.
WIDER. The car hits a bump. Jeff jostles in his seat. He glances up, shifts screen right, and cranes past the passenger headrest to see the road ahead.
Ext. Nightlife Strip - Continuous
EXTREME CLOSEUP — GIANNA, mid-20s. Behind her, the last hours of golden summer light burn along the far side of the street.
Gianna
I literally died. Like, I literally died.
WIDE. Gianna sits on a public bench beside CLAYTON, 30s. Behind them, a block of restaurants and bars is coming to life. In front of them, a stretch of curb and a thin traffic of passersby.
The bench is in shade. The sun has already left this side of the street.
Throughout the monologue, the edit jump-cuts between the TIGHT and the WIDE on Gianna.
Gianna (cont'd)
Okay so Sienna, Saylor, Presley and I did the intermediate class on Tuesday because Cynthia was teaching. And I literally love her so much.
Clayton's gaze drifts off Gianna and out toward the curb. Something has his attention.
The wheels of the Mazda ease to a stop at the curb, ten feet in front of the bench.
Gianna's voice muffles beneath the soundtrack.
Gianna (cont'd)
(muffled, distant)
She's literally the coolest person ever, and I'm like, this is gonna be my favourite class so far. And then she starts adding these impossible complications.
Gianna raises her left arm.
CU — GIANNA'S LEFT HAND. She moves it in small circles.
Sound snaps back.
Gianna (cont'd)
So first she starts doing this.
Intercut - The Uber / The Bench
CU — A FINGER presses the hazard button. It illuminates and ticks.
CU — the rear-view mirror. THE DRIVER, 50s. His eyes come up. He holds.
CU — JEFF. He looks up at the Driver in the mirror.
Driver
Watch for bikes.
CU — the lock indicator on the rear passenger window pops up.
Gianna
And then she's like, okay, now add this. And now pulse.
From here, Gianna's instructions and Jeff's exit are cut against one another, beat for beat.
60 FPS:
CU — JEFF lifts his feet off the floor mat.
CU — GIANNA raises her right arm.
CU — JEFF raises his knees.
CU — GIANNA moves both hands in small circles.
Gianna (cont'd)
And I'm like, wait, what?
Clayton glances right — the first time he has looked at Gianna since she started. She keeps going. He slowly turns left again, back to the car.
90 FPS, holding to the end of the scene:
WIDE — JEFF, knees-to-chest, rotates in his seat, torso swinging away from the door, legs swinging toward it. Camera pushes in.
CU — GIANNA pivots her arms at the elbows, bringing her hands together to cross.
CU — from behind the open rear passenger door, JEFF'S FEET are revealed, extending out into a beam of golden light.
Gianna (cont'd)
And the mats are really close together, so we're literally on top of each other. Like this —
CU — GIANNA presses her forearms together.
JEFF'S FEET touch the pavement.
Gianna (cont'd)
And I'm just, like, in pain. Like, dead. Actually dead.
CLOSER ON CLAYTON. His forward gaze deepens into an inspired curiosity. His mouth opens slightly.
JEFF'S PALM reaches out of the car's interior and into the light. It lands flat on the roof.
POV FROM THE REAR SEAT — Jeff begins to rise.
CU — GIANNA'S PALMS move apart from one another.
CU — THE DRIVER turns his head over his right shoulder.
FROM BEHIND THE REAR DOOR — Jeff's face rises and meets the sun.
CU — CLAYTON. A grin breaks and widens across his face.
JEFF straightens his shirt.
CU — GIANNA'S PALMS, still gesturing.
CU — JEFF puts on his sunglasses. He steps out of frame.
CU — CLAYTON, still in shade. His gaze tracks left to right, following Jeff. As Jeff crosses in front of him, the shadow line slides off Clayton's face and the golden light takes him.
Cut to black.
SUPER: "CHRYSALIS"
Gianna (V.O.)
Anyway. I'm signing us both up.
Fade out.