Editing practical task

Location: Classroom

Casting: Bob- Tejal

              The Boss- Matas

Events: Bob doesn't have the Boss' money

SHOT LIST:

Shot No.	Shot	Filmed?
1	Tracking shot of Tejal walking	Y
2	Low angle shot of Tejal approaching the door	Y
3	Close up on the door handle	Y
4	Long shot and pan of Matas	Y
5	Low angle and pan of Tejal stumbling in	Y
6	Medium shot of the two talking	Y
7	OTS of Matas talking	Y
8	OTS of Tejal talking	Y
9	OTS of Matas talking	Y
10	OTS of Tejal talking	Y
11	OTS of Matas talking	Y
12	OTS of Tejal talking	Y
13	OTS of Matas talking	Y
14	Wide shot of the pen being thrown	Y
15	Close up and tilt of Matas getting up	Y
16	High angle shot of Tejal	Y
17	Medium shot	Y
18	Tracking shot & OTS	Y
19	Fade out	Y

SCRIPT:

1 EXT. MEETUP LOCATION - DAY

WE OPEN on our first character (BOB) stumbling to the door with a BEER BOTTLE in his hand. 

He turns and opens the door. 

CUT TO: 

2 INT. MEETUP LOCATION - DAY

The BOSS is walking from the end of the room while yelling

on a phone call, his voice echoing through the room.

BOSS

                      (into phone)

     Pinkman, I want my money and I want it NOW!

(gesturing with his hands as he spoke crude Spanish)

     Mi dinero, capisce? YES, my money, goddammit!  

Phone call over, he moves to sit down at a TABLE in the

middle of the room. 

CUT TO: 

Suddenly, BOB - evidently drunk - stumbles through the room,

crashing into multiple chairs and finally swivelling into

the chair to face BOSS nonchalantly. 

BOSS

     Hiya, Bob. 

BOB waves. 

BOSS

     Bob, where’s my money? 

BOB

                      (slurring words)

     I dunno…!

BOSS

                      (raising his voice slightly)

     What do you mean, you “don’t know”? 

BOB

     I dunno means I dunno!

BOSS

(gesturing money with his hands) 

Bob, you know how much I love my money, don’t you? My mula, my guala, my cash, mi dinero.

BOB

     Ah, si, si, dinero!

BOSS

                      (throwing the pen)

     THEN WHERE IS IT?! 

BOB yelps out in pain as the pen hits his arm - it was

clearly intended for his head. 

BOSS

                      (standing up)

     WHERE is my MONEY?! 

BOB

                      (standing up)

     I already told you, I don’t know!

BOSS

                      (holding the bottle in his hand)

     Bobert, oh Bobert, oh Bobby… If you don’t get me my

     money by Monday, you’re swimming with the fishes. 

The BOSS threateningly holds the bottle in front of BOB, causing him to stand up in fear.

BOB

(walking back) 

I swear, boss, next week I’ll get it to you, not even next week, tomorrow, not even tomorrow, in the next couple of weeks in the next couple of-

WE END on the BOSS punching BOB dramatically