After the group meetings, I had gotten an idea of what I could do, but after looking deeper, I realized that it would be very difficult to film a car chase, because I cannot drive and film. So, I have came up with the idea to make a comedic/action movie that I can film in my house and with 2-3 characters. This is also the script I will go off of as well.
Title: “The Wrong Package”
Setting: A house/apartment
Characters:
• Alex (Protagonist)
• Mr. Brown (Antagonist)
SCENE 1 –ALEX'S ROOM
(Alex lounges on his bed, scrolling through his phone. A half-eaten pizza box sits nearby.)
ALEX: (sighing) Man, I need money… fast.
(His phone gets a notification: “URGENT DELIVERY – $500 REWARD!” He sits up immediately.)
ALEX (grinning): Easy money!
(He grabs a small, weirdly wrapped package, shrugs, and runs out.)
SCENE 2 – MR. BROWN'S HOUSE
(Alex stands at a front door and knocks. The door creaks open to reveal MR.BROWN, who looks to be in his 70s, and seems suspicious.)
MR. BROWN: (gruffly) You the guy?
ALEX: (nodding, extending the package) Yup! Delivery for you.
(Without warning, Mr. Brown grabs Alex’s arm and yanks him inside. The door slams shut.)
SCENE 3 – MR. BROWN’S LIVING ROOM
(Alex stumbles into a cramped living room, confused.)
ALEX: (defensive) Okay, what the—
(Mr. Brown quickly locks the door behind them and, grabs a sturdy frying pan.)
MR. BROWN : (grimly) You work for them, don’t you?
ALEX: (terrified) What?! I just deliver stuff???!!
(Mr. Brown swings the frying pan at Alex. Alex tries to save himself, and a lamp falls over with a big collision)
ALEX: (shouting) WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!
(Mr. Browns swings the frying pan again. Alex gets a pillow from the couch and holds it up as a shield. The pan knocks the pillow out of Alex's hands.)
MR. BROWN: (angry) You tell your boss, I ain’t paying a dime!
(Frustrated, Alex tosses the pillow at Brown's face and sprints for the door, but he sees it chained shut.)
ALEX: (muttering) Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me…
(Determined, Alex dives behind the couch for cover. Mr. Brown jumps over after him. They engage in a clumsy slap-fight, each missing wildly.)
(Suddenly, the package tumbles off a table and opens, with several cans of cat food spill out on the floor.)
(Both freeze. Alex stares in disbelief at the scattered cans.)
ALEX: (blank face): Seriously? This is what it was all about?!
(Mr. Brown, panting, looks at the mess.)
MR. BROWN: (confused) …Wait. This isn’t my package.
(After a long, awkward silence, Alex shrugs.)
ALEX: (sarcastic) Oh, great. So I got whacked for nothing.
(He slowly pulls out his phone and begins dialing.)
MR. BROWN: (suspicious) And who exactly are you calling now?
ALEX: (flatly) A lawyer.
(CUT TO BLACK. TITLE CARD/CREDITS: THE WRONG PACKAGE”)