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Script The Bullets On Your Turn First Draft
Script The Bullets On Your Turn First Draft
By Thomas Watson
Thomas Watson
My wildest dreams
BLACK ROOM
REFEREE
AY! AY!
REFEREE
Jonny Silverstone!
James Silverstone!
One bullet
The referee shows off the bullet to the players and crowd and
then loads the gun.
One victor
The referee spins the barrel of the gun while smiling at the
gun in his hand and the crowd. The referee places the gun in
the middle of the table and spins the gun.
The gun stops facing towards the younger brother and the
crowd starts clapping and cheering.
REFEREE
James Silverstone to shoot first
JONNY
(sobbing head in hands) Its okay James
it'll be okay
Jonny has his head in hands and is clearly worried for his
2.
brother.
The younger brother picks up the gun and puts it towards his
head. While focusing on the older brother reassuring him he
pulls the trigger and no bullet comes out.
JONNY
sigh (of relief)
The younger brother shakily puts the gun down on the table
and then aggressively shoves it towards his brother.
REFEREE
Ay!
He slaps the younger brother for being reckless with the gun.
REFEREE
First warning! Three warnings and I'll
kill you myself
The younger brother shrugs off the warning and tries to calm
down as it is his brother go to shoot.
JONNY
Please God please
The younger brother has his fingers crossed on his lap as his
brother takes the shot to his head. As he pulls the trigger
nothing happens and the crossed fingers turn into a fist.
JAMES
(under his breath) Fuck
JONNY
It'll be okay dont worry James it'll
be alright
JAMES
Shut the Fuck up!
The crowd goes into an awkward silence and all you can hear
is Jonny sobbing hoping that the bullet isn't in this
chamber.
JAMES
AHHHHHHHGGGGGGG!!!
JAMES
(While manically laughing)
Jonny tries to block out and ignore his brothers cruel words
as he picks up the gun with a new found calmness. He puts the
gun to his head ready to shoot and is rudely interrupted by
his brother vomiting.
JAMES
blargh (sick sound)
The younger brother gets up and wipes his mouth with his
sleeve
JAMES
Continue
Jonny puts the gun back to his head while closing his eyes
4.
JONNY
Oh James (quietly and concerned)
JONNY
Please! Please no don't hurt him! Ill
take the next shot please!
JAMES
You fucking cunt Jonny. You stupid son
of a bitch! It was meant to be you who
died I don't deserve this.
JAMES
(HYSTERICALLY) Its fine the bullets on
your turn not mine. If anyone deserves
to win this game its me. Im fucking
better than you Jonny. The bullets on
your fucking turn Jonny!
JAMES
Fuck you Jonny.
and lunging to grab his brother but security put him back in
his chair.
REFEREE
OUR VICTOR!
The crowd lets out another roar. The camera cuts between the
two men the referee and the crowd then a Birds Eye view shot
of James' head flat on the table with blood pouring out of
his head with his medallion covered in a pol of blood.
Roll Credits.