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Philadelphia is both a gritty and beautiful backdrop for a story of redemption and the power of love in many forms. A young man’s perfect start in life is ruined by tragedies not of his own making. He had managed to graduate college in the sciences, but is strongly drawn to expression as a painter and artist. He’s brilliant at it. One of the best. He’s an up and coming rising star in the art world, but at the same time a downward spiraling consumer of all things illicit and wild. He is a troubled man, but also a very lucky guy to have people in his life who believe in him and love him back to some semblance of order, yet it seldom lasts. Even in a city full of people, connections and run-ins with those of his past are inescapable. Anyone with any sense knows that s**t just happens. It’s all about how you deal with it. “THE SWEET” deals with it.
Stephen Vance
Stephen Vance has written four screenplays, is the real life writer of THE WORST TRADE (under a former nom de plum) and made one well received short film. Keep watching for more work. Thanks. Thanks. There is more contact information on page one of each.
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The Sweet - Stephen Vance
THE SWEET
by
Stephen Vance
Stephen Vance
Pennsylvania, USA
Phone: email and ask, please.
Email: storyloops@gmail.com
Copyrighted material - 2019 - All rights reserved.
WGA-WEST Registered 2019
EXT. PHILADELPHIA, pa (1975) - DAY
A 72' Chevy Nova, fat tires, shiny moon caps, rumbles up South 58th Street in South West Philly. Row houses and vacant lots meld into a stream outside the window.
SNOOK, 19, huge afro, mirror shades, punches the gas pedal to accelerate, listens each time. CHUNKY, a bear of a kid, 18, big afro, a pick stuck in the back, has his ear nearly out the window. He gives a thumbs up on each punch of the pedal.
A SPARKLING WHITE 1969 CUTLASS S 442
Pristine. Top down. Shiny chrome digits, 442
stuck on the side. It's parked away from other cars in a parking lot.
SNOOK
(spies the Cutlass first)
Yo, Chunk. 'Dere you go.
Chunk drops his chin.
CHUNK
Awe man, ‘dat jawn.
INT. THE CUTLASS s 442 - CONTINUOUS
HEAVY, LABORED BREATHING. White leather, super, super clean.
Chunk's fat fingers work a screwdriver on the plastic column casing. It SNAPS open, wire and connectors hang like honey.
Needle nose pliers connect a newly freed red and black wire. POP, a spark.
VROOM, VROOM. The 442 wakes up, rocks the whole damn block.
A LOUD BANG, he breaks the column bolt with an industrial sized screwdriver, slams it into gear.
EXT. south WEST PHILADELPHIA - DAY
A narrow street. At the intersection, the Cutlass SQUEALS out onto a main thoroughfare barely misses oncoming traffic.
Tires still smoking, Chunk takes two blocks in seconds, skid-turns the next corner, heads eastbound. He pops in and out of oncoming traffic, blows past anyone ahead of him.
CHUNK
Get up, bitch. Get up.
A fresh red light. Go faster. HORNS BLARE at the crazy fool. Dust and dirty street detritus inhaled by the Cutlass' wake.
Chunk pushes 80 MPH and rising, blazes past a sign.
ARTERIAL 25 MPH
CHUNK
Get up, mother fucker. Get up.
He HONKS with an arm thrust out the window, points at two AF-AM BOYS, 16. Barely amazed. Chunk stole another one, so what.
He's gone in a blip.
HORNS BLARE at least a good block away. The Cutlass GROWLS like hell on wheels in the distance.
CUTLASS BLAZES NORTHBOUND
Opposing traffic seems to be standing still. He weaves.
A STRIP MALL PARKING LOT
A family style sedan pulls up to the exit.
MR. JENKINS, 40, Af-Am, looks left, looks right, looks left. Beside him is MRS. JENKINS, 35, Af-Am, a beauty. In the backseat he checks the kids. PETE, 16, handsome, his little bright-eyed brother, ANDRE, 8, and a little girl, JACKIE, 5.
All good. From nowhere WHAHHHH - OOOOMM... BANG!
SILENCE. Then a LOUD HISS. The Cutlass is firmly planted into the driver’s side of the family car.
INSIDE THE CUTLASS
Chunk is in bad, bad shape, bloody, barely conscious.
INSIDE THE SEDAN
The HISS WANES to dead SILENCE. Groceries splatter the interior, the kids, a crumpled heap in the backseat.
Peter twitches first, BREATHES, gets his bearings.
Andre BREATHES again, opens his eyes.
Jackie struggles to right her tiny body in the pile.
Their mother awakens, GASPS, looks left.
Her husband, SILENT, bloody, limp, part of the dashboard.
A PASSERBY’S SHADOW crosses him.
PASSERBY (O.S.)
Damn. Goddamn. Help? Somebody!?
Mr's Jenkins WAILS.
INT. A BEDROOM (1990'S) - NIGHT
Mrs. Jenkins WAILS carry through the ether into the bedroom.
JUANITA, Af-Am, 28, natural hair, preternaturally lovely, sleeps in peace like an angel.
Beisde her lies ANDRE at 28, a beautiful, handsome face, most women would just call him, fine
. Tonight he sleeps rough. His brow is wet. The WAILS pierce through time.
Suddenly, a twitch. His chest heaves without intake.
He pops fire-in-the-hole upright, GASPS.
ANDRE
Aaaah! Aaaah! Daddy!
Juanita snaps awake, collars a lamp, drops it.
JUANITA
Jeez. Andre?
He drips sweat, catatonic. Then, he nearly collars her.
ANDRE
I'm back. I love you, Juanita.
JUANITA
Honey, you OK? God, you are soaked.
ANDRE
What? Yeah. Yeah.
SOAKED SHEETS BENEATH HIM
ANDRE
We gotta' change the sheets.
JUANITA
We might have to change bedrooms. You want to talk about this?
The lamp on the floor.
ANDRE
No.
He tries to get out the bed. She holds him still.
JUANITA
Andre? Listen to me, honey - how many times?
(no response)
Nothing? Hello? Look, say something, Andre. Andre?
ANDRE
Yeah, I know. But not right now.
He gets his feet on the floor, still spacey.
JUANITA
Same dream?
(no response)
Andre, look, this has got to be like post traumatic syndrome or -
Free. He pulls out the bed drawer, yanks any old sheet.
ANDRE
I said no, Juanita.
JUANITA
You know, they got people for that, Andre.
(the lamp begins to flicker on the floor)
Scare me like that. In North Philly - hear something like this at night. We wake up ready to fight.
ANDRE
Let me just change the sheets. Just get up.
JUANITA
Excuse me, brother? But I don't recall that we just shout orders to one another in this relationship.
ANDRE
I'm sorry, I just, Jeez same shit - I really - I can't talk about it - fuck, I'm soaking wet. Are you gonna' pick the light up or what? Come on, please?
JUANITA
Alright. I wish I had a camera.
(she picks up the lamp)
Look at you, that face right there. Intensity.
(a beat)
Come here.
ANDRE
No, come on. It's late. Get up, please.
JUANITA
You're gonna have to stop scaring me in the middle of the night like this, Andre. If you wanna' wake me up again - wake me up to make love. Remember that?
He wipes himself with a towel. She sits up.
ANDRE
What, you want some?
JUANITA
You want some? Man?
(feet to floor)
Why should I put up with this?
ANDRE
Because you love me.
JUANITA
Because I love you, or you love me? Huh? You certainly scream it well enough - but do you really?
ANDRE
Yeah. I do. Now let me finish the bed.
He rolls his eyes. She waves her finger like a volume meter - back and forth.
JUANITA
Just like that.
ANDRE
Right.
JUANITA
Don't right-mode me either, Andre.
ANDRE
Right. OK. OK, I mean. C'mon.
She rises, rounds the foot of the bed.
JUANITA
You know, sooner or later you're going to have to process your shit like everybody else out there.
A CLOCK 3:10
JUANITA
(to herself)
You're not the only one around here who needs sleep, OK? I need my beauty rest.
His eyes follow her naked form. Remarkable.
ANDRE
No you don't.
He reaches out, strokes the valley of her back. She pauses in near ecstasy, awaits. He nuzzles on her shoulder, she sighs.
ANDRE
Ummn, Ah, just go to the bathroom. We need to get some sleep. Just sleep tonight.
She peels away frustrated. A dim hall light halos her passage. The door THUMPS, the TAP RUNS.
He reaches under the bed, grabs a sketch pad, furiously captures her last image.
INT. AN APARTMENT – SAME
A dark room. A small lamp floods a table top strewn with gift boxes full of papers and mementos. Seen from behind, a GRAY-HAIRED WOMAN, Af-Am, finishes a letter. It's Andre's mother.
PHOTO
Andre's family of 5 near time