Thursday, September 1, 2016

“Bucky the Writer” Sitcom Script: Part 10!

                          ACT TWO

                             Scene J

FADE IN.

INT. INSIDE OF A CAR-DAY
    (BUCKY BUTLER, STEVE BUTLER, SPOTTY)

STEVE BUTLER IS DRIVING A CAR WHILE BUCKY BUTLER IS SITTING NEXT TO HIM IN THE FRONT SEAT WHILE SPOTTY IS SITTING IN THE BACKSEAT


                    STEVE BUTLER
               (YELLING) Move it lady, my kid’s
               got to catch a train!

                    BUCKY BUTLER
               Don’t worry Dad. It’s 10:12
               and my train doesn’t come until
               11:09, we have time to kill.

                     STEVE BUTLER
               (YELLING) Why the hell did we take
               this road. There’s always so much
               traffic on this road.

                      SPOTTY
               Actually, it wasn’t that bad yesterday.
               This road’s normally pretty slow. In fact,
               this was the same amount of traffic as last
               time we headed to class. What’s Grandpa
               talking about, Dad?

                     STEVE BUTLER
               So how have things been since the
               move?

                     BUCKY BUTLER
               Well the house is still a
               bit of a mess, but we’re getting
               there. Also Dad, you were supposed
               to make a right turn back there.

                     STEVE BUTLER
               (YELLING) Son of a gun!

                    SPOTTY
            Grandpa’s father is a gun? Cool!
            Hey Dad, tell him his grandson is a
            talking dog. Wow, our family is weird.

                   BUCKY BUTLER
            (SIGHING) Spotty can you please be quiet.
            I don’t want to make my Dad angry. And you
            don’t want to deal with two angry Dads right
            now!

                 STEVE BUTLER & SPOTTY
            (AT THE SAME TIME) What!

                    BUCKY BUTLER
             Nothing Dad!

                   STEVE BUTLER
             Huh, thought you said something. I guess
             you were just talking to yourself again.
             You need to learn to control your blurting,
             son.

                    BUCKY BUTLER
             Sure thing, Dad. So what’s new?

                    STEVE BUTLER
             (YELLING) That jerk cut me off. What the hell!
             Bucky did you see that jerk cut me off?

                     BUCKY BUTLER
             (NERVOUS YELLING) Dad! Red Light!
             Red Light!

STEVE BUTLER STEPS ON THE BRAKES REALLY HARD AND SPOTTY SLAMS INTO THE FRONT WINDOW OF THE CAR

                      STEVE BUTLER
              (YELLING) Come on move! I have things
              to do here! My son’s going to an expensive
              class that I can’t afford here!

                      BUCKY BUTLER
              (NERVOUS) Oh before I forget, Mom wanted me
              to ask if you could pay her back for—

                     

                           STEVE BUTLER
              (YELLING) I’m working on paying your mother
              back. She got a ton of my money from the
              divorce, where did that all go?

                          BUCKY BUTLER
               Dad could you please not bring up the
               divorce again? Years have passed. It’s like
               beating a dead horse again.

                           STEVE BUTLER
               (YELLING) Damn it, your mother and her whole
               god damn family brainwashed my kids into
               believing that I’m some kind of nut!

                            BUCKY BUTLER
                Dad, look, I still love you and—

                           STEVE BUTLER
               (YELLING) I’m going to reveal the Lubecker’s
               secrets to you someday son. Your mother and
               her family are greedy and cruel.


                           BUCKY BUTLER
                (NERVOUS) You know they’re not all that
                bad. Yes I will admit they treat me like
                crap sometimes, but you do too.


                                      FADE OUT.






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