Screenplay ~~- JockRock

Jackie Begs BackWoods To Make A Better Song

Desperation 2905 Characters =~2.9Min. Reading Time
INT. HOUSE - DAY

Backwoods bursts through Jackie's front door.

BACKWOODS
(triumphant)
Hank told me Killa's ‘out.’

Backwoods slams the door behind himself.

BACKWOODS
(triumphant)
So BackWoods is back!

BackWoods sees Jackie slung over the couch.

He sees drool run comically from her mouth.

Concerned, BackWoods runs to Jackie.

BACKWOODS
Jackie!

He picks her up in his big strong hands.

He cuddles her.

Her eyes open.

She groans.

BACKWOODS
I got a song. We gonna knock "TouchDown" off the charts.

Jackie looks skeptical.

BACKWOODS
We gonna bring back Doo-Wop.

Jackie hangs her head.

BACKWOODS
Granny's gonna love it.

Jackie cocks one skeptical eye at BackWoods.

BACKWOODS
(sings, 50's-style)
Dugout. Dugout. Dugout. Get in my dugout-

Jackie's like, 'How do I respond to this lunacy?'

BACKWOODS
(sings, dances)
Dugout. Dugout. Dugout. Get in my dugout.

BACKWOODS
(strums guitar)
See it sounds like 'TouchDown', but it's 'Dugout'.

Jackie's smirks, lightly amused.

BACKWOODS
(sings)
We're gonna hit a grand slam together, girl.

BackWoods dances the stumbling Jackie around the room.

BACKWOODS
(sings)
We'll swing, swing, swing, 'til the bottom of the 9th inning.

Jackie can't help letting her smile slip into a frown.

BackWoods stops singing.

BACKWOODS
What? Don't ya' love 'Dugout'?

JACKIE
(manages enthusiasm)
Well, it's 'good'.

BACKWOODS
(boyish smile)
Yeah?

JACKIE
But it's gotta be -
(clenches fists)
- *Great*.

BACKWOODS
(hurt)
That's yer' problem, Jackie. You think you know everything. But yer' just a kid.

BackWoods, ego-crushed, heads for the door, clutching his guitar.

JACKIE
We can make it great.

BACKWOODS
(angry)
Well, if you mean me and Hank and my preacher-brother in Nashville, yer' right.

BackWoods runs out the front door.

Jackie follows BackWoods, her hands extended.

JACKIE
Writing is rewriting, BackWoods!

BackWoods slams the door on Jackie's nose. { BAM! }

{ OUCH! } Jackie rubs her nose.

Jackie opens the door.

BACKWOODS
We'll show you what America wants in a song.

Jackie watches BackWoods slam his corvette door.

He speeds off down the street.

A cop car chases him, siren flashing.

Nosy Neighbor looks askance at Jackie.

NOSY NEIGHBOR
Homeowner's Agreement.

Arrogant Attorney pokes his head out the window across the street.

ARROGANT ATTORNEY
(with Nosy Neighbor)
We're attorneys.

Jackie runs back inside the house.

She slams the door, hides against it, hyperventilating.

Two weeks of hair-tearing business phone calls and emails pass for Jackie in a few second montage.


TWO WEEKS LATER:

Finally Jackie's phone rings.

The screen shows that it's BackWoods calling.

She smiles from ear to ear.

She jumps up from her desk, grabs her keys, runs for the front door.