[Actions or Directions]

{Thoughts of character}
Nuit Bleue- Scene one:
[Late night 1948. In an alleyway of a city. A car the color of the midnight sky rolls past a man
with a cigarette in his mouth.]
[Sam, the man with the cigarette, walks over to the car and knocks on the glass. The window
rolls down]
Sam: Is the popcorn finished?
Man in the car: Yea, salt, butter, and everything.
[Sam takes one last puff of his cigarette and throws it on the ground before rubbing the fire’s life
away like blue watercolors over a yellow smudge.]
Sam: Well then let’s have a look at it. [as he motions towards the posterior end of the car.]
[The man turns the car off, gets out, and shuts the door quietly. The keys jingle as he makes his
way to the trunk. They jingle once more almost in anticipation themselves while he opens up the
trunk. The trunk opens revealing boxes containing tight rows of full bottles.]
Man: You alls put in for a week’s stock right? [He pulls a note pad out of his inside coat pocket.]
Sam: Yep, should be abou—
[The man cuts him off]
Man: No… says right here yous down for 30. [He flicks the pad as he says it.]
[The man looks at Sam expecting a kind of explanation. Sam stares back with a posture and
countenance of arrogance.]
Sam: We’re trying to get a little more out this time.
Man: [surprised] Even for you alls that’s a big stock. But, if yous gonna be paying for all of it—
[Sam cuts him off]
Sam: Of course [he pats the man on the shoulder moving him out of the way and positions
himself over top of the trunk. He reaches down into one of the rows and plucks a bottle out from
the array, pops the cork out, and runs the bottle under his nose. He turns back to the man.]
Sam: Not bad, smells like a good batch this time, and it’s clear.
Man: Yep teach-man says yous all like that.
[Sam reaches in his pocket and produces an envelope(parcel) and hands it to the man.]
Sam: All of it’s there, but count if you want.
Man: I’s gonna count it. [with a charged matter-of-factness]
[Sam motioned towards the envelope]
Sam: Be my guest.
[The man turned around and opened the envelope up. He held approximately 2 stacks of money
with yellow straps bounding them together. He began to count aloud as he thumbed through the
money.]
Man: One, two, three, four…
Sam: You don’t plan to count all of it like that do you?
[The man looked up from his stacks with a serious face.]
Man: Yes, and now I’s am gonna have to start over…[He stared at Sam] Be quiet will ya?
[Sam raised a hand trying to wave away the stupidity and placed another cigarette on his lips.]
Sam: I’ll give you two cigarettes to be done.
[Sam backed up, leaned against the alley-wall, and lit up a cigarette]
Man: 47, 48, 49…
[Sam flicked a spent cigarette onto the ground. And, started another one. It’s around 3-5mins per
cigarette. Maybe this requires more counting dialogues to aid in the feeling of time passing.]
Man: 32,33,34…
[Sam flicked away his second cigarette.]
Sam: Okay, Einstein we’re not splitting atoms here.
[Sam walks behind him and looks over his shoulder]
Man: 45, 46, 47…
[A car door shuts audibly at the end of the alley]
Sam: Shh… you hear that? [while pointing towards the noise]
[The man stops counting and looks over top of the car.]
Man: Yah, I’s heard something.
[The familiar crunch of footsteps on pavement echoed down the alley]
[A flash light clicks on 25-30 feet away. The two men duck behind the car. Neither one says a
word. Sam only raises a finger up to his lips to reinforce the silence.]
[The beam darts around the car casting synthetic silhouettes on the pavement. The foot-steps
approach closer and closer. Use multiple panels to express their progress. Build a rising tension.
Preferably switching back forth from the flashlights to Sam and the Man.]
[Two other men approach the car in normal clothes. The stand at the front looking at the back of
the car. One looks at the other and begins to turn away.]
[One of the lights begins to move away from the car]
Sam: {They’re going back} [Sam leans his head on the bumper as a sign of relief.]
[One of the flashlight men snaps their fingers garnering the attention of the other. He makes a
motion with his index and ring finger towards his eyes. Then, points at the still smoldering
cigarette butts. The other one nods and walks to the side of the car.]
[Sam and the man look back and forth giving each other a non-verbal agreement to prepare for a
fight.]
Flashlight man: Hey! We knows you’re back there.
[Sam gives a motion for the man to stay there.]
Sam: Yeah? you’re not so sneaky yourselves.
Flashlight man: Why don’t ya come on out here… Have those hands up too.
[Sam emerges from behind the car into the blinding beams of light holding up his hands.
Relieved, he sees that neither of the two are cops.]
Sam: Lovely night we’re having isn’t it fellas?
Flashlight man: You could say that. What’s got you out here at this hour Sammy-Boy?
Sam: What’s got me out here? Just enjoying a cigarette and the twinkle of the stars.
[The other two men laugh slightly.]
Flashlight man: Seems a little strange for someone to hide when they’re just having a smoke.
Doesn’t it Monty?
Monty (Other flashlight man): As a matter of fact. I think it does, Walt.
Walt: Say, if you was smoking, why where you hiding behind that car Sammy?
Sam: Well… there’s a warrant out for my arrest, dig? Two flashlights like that in an alley will
scare a wanted man.
Walt: I feel ya… You got anyone else round that car?
Sam: Umm hmm… [Sam scratches his chin as if to think about his answer] Nope, just me back
there. [Motioning towards the back] Have a peek if you like.
Walt: I think we will, wont we? [He nodded to Monty, and he began to move around the right
side of the car.]
[Sam stands in front of Walt and smiles.]
Sam: Alright, have at it boys.
[Monty is about to turn and look behind the bumper]
Sam: [Screaming] Monty! Check your left!
[Monty turns his head to the left, and the man rushes into him from the behind the car. Sam turns
back to Walt and throws a punch hitting him in the jaw. Then another hitting him in the stomach.
Walt manages one on Sam. They enter into a boxer’s cuddle and struggle for a second before
Sam raises his foot and stomps on Walt’s toes. Walt loses his balance and grip as Sam lands
another stomach punch.]
[The man continues to pelt Monty with punches against the wall.]
[Sam grabs Walt by the head and throws his head toward the car roof. It bounces off with a
metallic thud. Walt slides down to the ground]
[The shine of a pistol emerges from Monty’s coat. The man pushes his hand away, but the sound
of a gun bounces off the walls of the alley. The man falls limp on the ground.]
[Sam produces his own gun from his jacket, and fires hitting the man in the shoulder before
receiving a piece of lead in the left arm too. Both men flinch and fall on the ground on opposite
ends of the car.]
[Sam rolls over to see under the car and shoots Monty before he could stand back up.]
[Sam turns back over on to his back and lays his head on the pavement.]
Sam: {God that was disaster.} Cops will be here anytime. {Can’t get blood anywhere}
[He stood up quickly took his belt off and tore a piece of his shirt. He stuck the piece of shirt into
the lead’s crater, and then he wrapped the belt around his arm a few times to prevent the blood
from getting on the pavement or anyone else. He wiped his hands on his jacket and then procured
a Handkerchief and pair of leather gloves from his pocket, put the gloves on, and moved over to
the man who had his money and the car keys. He grabbed both with a carefulness. He took
Monty’s gun, laid down next to the dead man and shot Walt. Sam stood up and wiped the gun off
and placed it back in Monty’s hand. Then, he walked back over to Walt took his own pistol
wiped of the grip and trigger and placed it in Walt’s hand. He walked back to the trunk, opened it
up, took out a bottle and threw it on the ground next to Monty and the other man.]
Sam: You had to count it, damnit. [Shaking his head, he got in the car, started it and drove
away.]