Glass

by Alexander Dance

Short Film
Email: alexanderjdance@gmail.com

Two slackers sit it their house share neglecting their chores and talking meaningless nonsense. When one of the windows explodes from some unknown source it forces some sort of action, but for how long.

 

 

 

 

Glass

By

Alexander Joel Dance

 

 

 

Hamlet

 

 

 

 

(c) 2012
0430546526
ajdanc@deakin.edu.au

INT. LIVING ROOM/KITCHEN. DAYTIME

The tap of a kitchen sink in a small cramped kitchen is slowly dripping into a sink of dirty dishes.

Across the room sitting on a couch set, amongst more dishes and rubbish, LIAM watches the dripping distractedly. He holds a book in his hands, open for reading.

On the couch with him is MARK who has a notebook computer on his lap typing.

Liam switches his attention lazily from the dripping to his book and starts reading. In walks SARAH.

SARAH
Ok guys, I’m off.

They both look up. Mark looks back down without saying anything.

LIAM Alright have fun.

Sarah looks around herself and then back at them.

SARAH
Look can you guys please try and
clean this place up a bit today.
Mum and Dad want to come by to see
the place but I really don’t want
to have them through when it looks
like this.

Mark still says nothing. Liam looks back to his book but sticks a thumbs up in Sarah’s direction.

LIAM All good, girl.

Sarah shakes her head and sighs.

SARAH
Ok, then. See you tomorrow.

She walks to the door and leaves. The two boys sit in silence for some time. Then Mark looks up.

MARK
How many spaces do you use when you
start a new sentence?

Liam reads for a moment more then looks up.

 

LIAM
One usually. I had a typing job
though and I had to do two and that
sort of soaked in a bit.

MARK
Why did you have to?

LIAM
I had to. That’s what they did
there.

MARK
I read this article and this guy
reckons back in the day everyone
only used one space. It was always
one space.

LIAM With typewriters?

MARK
No I mean way back. Not
typewriters. Typewriters are the
problem.

LIAM There’s a problem?

MARK
Yeah. This guy said because of the
way typewriters worked each letter
had the same amount of space
because all the metal key things
were the same size. And that made
the writing looked all spaced out
because a skinny letter like an ’i’
wouldn’t fill out the space like
a...

 

LIAM
’W’?

MARK
Right. And so to make it easier to read everyone started to put double spaces after each sentence. But now we have computers so we can squish the letter together again but all these people who learned on typewriters and are teachers now
are still teaching the double space thing.

 

LIAM
Yeah right. You mad?

MARK
The guy in the article was. I think
I tried to be but I’m losing steam
over it pretty quickly.

LIAM
How many spaces do you use?

MARK
One.

LIAM
So you’re doing your bit then.

MARK
Mmmm. It doesn’t really matter does
it? Like, the articles interviewed
some pretty angry typographers but
its not an issue you’re going to
get a strong stance for change on
is it?

LIAM Maybe one day.

Liam turns his attention back to his book but only reads a moment more before closing it with a thumb still inside and looks back up at the tap. Then he looks at the TV and then the remote which is on the other side of the coffee table out of reach.

He looks back at the tap.

LIAM
You got something I could use as a
bookmark?

Mark reaches over and grabs a piece of paper off the floor and passes it to Liam. He tears off a piece and puts it his book then gets up and walks to sink turning the handle tight to stop the dripping.

He then walks to the fridge, gets out milk and drinks it from the carton.

Behind him the glass from the window explodes spectacularly without warning showering Mark with shards of glass.

 

INT. HOSPITAL WAITING AREA

Liam is on his mobile phone, pacing back and forth.

LIAM
Hey, hey Sam./.../ Good man look I
need to ask you a favor. Can you go
round to our place and watch it?
/.../ The front windows smashed out
and I had to run Mark to the
hospital /.../ It wasn’t me./.../ I
don’t know. I didn’t see anyone and
I couldn’t find anything but I had
to drive Mark.../.../ I dunno look
dude can you do it?/.../You won’t
need a key, the front window isn’t
there/.../ Why would I ask you to
watch it if no one could get
in?/.../ I’ve tried you’re the only
one that’s picked up/.../Alright
then./.../ Yeah don’t worry.

He hangs up and clicks his tongue. He walks to reception.

LIAM
Excuse me? My friend is in there
getting sewn up. Is there anyway I
could give you my number and get
someone to ring me when he’s ready
to be picked up?

The reception nods and starts asking questions; taking details down.

 

EXT. DRIVEWAY OF HOUSE

Liam pulls into the driveway in his car. he gets out and walks to the front door. As he is getting his keys out and slotting them into the deadlock he looks over to the the window and notices shards of glass on the ground below it outside.

He pulls a puzzled face but continues on through the door.

 

INT. LIVING ROOM/KITCHEN.

He walks into the house and looks down at the mess of glass everywhere. he walks around the couch craning his neck around to scan the floor. He pushes some mess aside and gingerly kneels down to look under the coffee table.

 

He scans the floor from this vantage point and then jerks his knee.

 

LIAM
Ow! Jesus.

He stands and looks around. Then he uses a pizza box to clear one of the less covered spots on the couch and hoists Mark’s notebook computer into his lap.

He opens up an internet browser and types in ’temporary fix for window’. He clicks on a result and reads it. There is a diagram of a hand stapling a garbage bag to a window frame.

He sits for a while as if thinking. Then he types in ’glass breaking for no reason’. The results load and he clicks on an article labeled ’Spontaneous glass breakage’. He reads through a document with includes the line ’which creates a thermal anomaly causing a situation for the glass to explode.

Liam looks cautiously up at the three remaining in tact frames.

 

LIAM
Fuck.

He continues to stare slightly mesmerized for a moment but then he hears a sound and turns his head. It is the dripping of the kitchen sink again.

Still in a bit of a trance like state Liam stands and walks to the kitchen. He turns the tap strongly and stands
watching it. there is nothing for a moment and then it drips again. He pulls it again harder but the same thing happens. Drip.

Liam turns to look at the broken out window and then back to the tap.

 

LIAM
Fuck me.

 

INT. LIVING ROOM/KITCHEN. MOMENTS LATER

Liam typing in ’fix a dripping tap’ into the computer.

 

EXT. SIDE OF HOUSE.

Liam walking down the fence looking around. He spots something an crouches to turn off the tap to the main water supply.

 

INT. KITCHEN

Liam using a shifter to take the tap apart. He pulls off the top part of the tap and then gingerly lifts out a broken washer.

 

INT. FRONT DOOR OF DIFFERENT HOUSE

Someone is seen approaching the door through the frosted window. They knock and a man , MR.RAFLESON answers. It is Liam.

LIAM
Hey Mr. Rafleson. I was just
wondering if you could help me out.

Liam holds up his broken washer.

 

INT. KITCHEN

Liam turns the tap on waits for water to start running and then turns it off.

He sighs with satisfaction and looks up and around the room at the mess before him.

 

INT. LIVING ROOM/KITCHEN.

Liam picking up rubbish and stuffing it into a garbage bag.

 

EXT. FRONT DOOR

Liam opening front door and dumping two full garbage bags on the front door step and goes back inside.

 

INT. LIVING ROOM/KITCHEN.

Liam standing sweeping glass into a pile.

 

INT. LIVING ROOM/KITCHEN.

Liam on hands and knees getting the remainder of the glass from under the coffee table and on the couches with a dustpan and broom. He dumps it in the rubbish bin and then looks towards the empty window pane.

 

INT. LIVING ROOM/KITCHEN.

Liam typing into his computer and hits enter. He waits for a web page to load and then shifts his computer to the side
and gets up.

 

INT. LIVING ROOM/KITCHEN.

Liam knocks out the remaining shards of glass from the empty pane and begins stapling up a black garbage bag to cover it.

 

INT. KITCHEN

Liam turns on the tap. The sink begins to fill and he squirts in some detergent into the swirling water and dumps some dirty plates in.

The clean dishes begin to stack up in the drying rack and then stacked around it.

 

INT. KITCHEN

Much time passes and Liam is finally scrubbing out the last dirty pot. He places it down and looks around at the now tidy apartment and smiles proudly.

He ambles out of the kitchen area and picks up his phone from the couch and clicks a button. The screen lights up reading ’6 missed calls; 3 messages’.

 

LIAM
Oh. Shit.

 

INT. LIVING ROOM/KITCHEN. AN HOUR AND A BIT LATER

The room is empty. Liam’s muffled voice is heard from outside. Keys sounds unlock the front door and it opens with Liam on the other side. He stands aside and Mark walks in sullenly. He looks around at the clean apartment, shakes his head and heads through the room into the hallway.

 

Liam walks in closing the door. He nods his head, looking around nonchalantly. He looks down the hallway after Mark and hears a door slam. Liam shrugs.

His phones rings and he answers it.

LIAM
Hey bro. /.../ Nah, its cool got it
sorted./.../ Apparently it can just
explode sometimes. /.../ Yeah. No
shit. /.../ He’s ok. A bit pissy.
/.../ Yeah, I did. Cleaned the
house up but.

As he is talking he opens the fridge and takes out the carton of milk, drinking from it. When he puts it back it falls on its side spilling on the fridge shelf and onto the floor.

LIAM
Fuck!/.../ Nah just spilled the
milk.

He looks around and pulls the last two squares of paper off kitchen paper. He drops it on the spill but it is not enough to soak up the whole thing. He considers it for a moment
then shrugs and walks away.

LIAM
Yeah no worries man. /.../ Alright
peace.

He slumps down on the couch and looks around. He sees his book sitting on the coffee table and picks it up. He starts to open the it and then looks up at the window which is behind him.

After a moments thought he stands and moves to a section of the couch not beneath the window. He sits, puts his feet up on the coffee table and starts reading.

END

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