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Script The Girl Who Loved A Statue-1-3
Script The Girl Who Loved A Statue-1-3
EUGENIA, 9, sits on the steps. Over her mousy brown hair she
wears a headband that perfectly matches her blue school
uniform. She and her friend watch Boy 1 standing in a small
group of other boys.
She gives the note to her friend, who passes it to Boy 1, who
keeps it close to his face so his friends can't see. He
checks one of the boxes and returns it, blushing and refusing
to make eye contact.
Eugenia jumps for the note. Boy 1 has checked "yes." For a
brief moment, Eugenia's face lights up. Then she glances at
Boy 1, who has mustered enough courage to look at her. Her
smile breaks suddenly. She runs back into the school
building.
FRIEND
He said no! That little shit!
EUGENIA
He said yes!
FRIEND
Then what's wrong? Isn't that what you
wanted?
EUGENIA
(crying)
You don't get it! I don't like him
anymore! I don't like him anymore!
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BOY 2
Eugenia! I love you!
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Luca sets the protein shake on the coffee table and sits down
beside her. He wraps a hairy, muscular arm around her. She
feigns a smile. He begins making out with her.
EUGENIA
I need to use the bathroom.
LUCA
(smirking)
Do you want to shower together?
EUGENIA
No.
She goes to the bathroom and shuts the door quickly. Leaning
against the rusty sink, she pulls out her pink-polka-dot-
encased phone and goes to her "Frequently contacted" section.
She clicks on the first result: "Francesco," with a cheese
emoji beside it.
FRANCESCO (O.S.)
Eugenia! How's the smokingly hot
wonderfully fit broodingly artistic--
EUGENIA
(in a hushed tone)
Can you pick me up?
FRANCESCO (O.S.)
Pick you up? Why, I thought you were
totally into Luca!
EUGENIA
That's how it usually goes, now, isn't
it?
FRANCESCO (O.S.)
Bad in bed?
EUGENIA
No, he's not.
FRANCESCO (O.S.)
Then what could it possibly be this
time?
EUGENIA
Can you just pick me up? Please. I'll
tell you in the car. And I'll buy you
Noni's.
FRANCESCO (O.S.)
Who can say no to Noni's? Fine, I'll
save you from your misery. Twenty
minutes.
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