A Cleen Family

A Cleen Family
By
Michael David
Copyright: WGA 1591077
dir.michaeldavid@yahoo.com

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FADE IN:
INT. KITCHEN - DAY
CLEEN SR. (40s), bald head, white t-shirt, blue genes,
slumps down and wipes his forehead in exhaustion; next to a
scrub brush and Windex Bottle.
Around him, the white kitchen heavenly glows with
cleanliness.
He glances at the WALL CLOCK.
It ticks: a QUARTER TILL SEVEN.
Then he closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath...
A BUZZING noise breaks his silence.
He opens an eye..
It stops.
He closes his eyes, relaxes and takes another deep breath
-but the buzzing starts again.
He opens his eyes and it stops.
He closes his eyes, it starts. Opens them it stops.
Finally in annoyance; he sits up, scans the kitchen, and
spots a FLY near the open kitchen window.
Cleen Sr. gets up, walks over to the window, and tries to
bat the fly out, but it flies off into the heart of kitchen.
It skids across the white counter top smudging a TRAIL of
DIRT and takes off.
Sr.'s knuckles turn white as he balls his fists.
The fly then spirals down and lands on the center counter
top.
Sr. bolts to the counter and throws his fist at it..
But it dodges the fist as Sr. pounds the counter top
-causing the wood to crack like ice.
He HOWLS and CURSES in pain.

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2.
INT. LIVING ROOM
On the couch sits his CLEEN JR. (11), bald, white shirt,
blue genes, menacingly SNICKERS as he controls the robotic
drone fly through a high teck REMOTE CONTROL; that has a TV
screen built in that shows the fly's point of view.
FLY'S POV
The fly tauntingly flies towards Sr., dodging his swats, and
then finally zooms between his legs.
INT. KITCHEN
Sr. dizzyingly turns around.
The drone fly leaves more trails of dirt on parts of the
white kitchen.
A vain bulges on Sr.'s bald head.
He jerks open kitchen drawers and throws various kitchen
UTENSILS at it: FORKS, KNIVES, POTS, PANS and the TOASTER.
FLY'S POV
Like a fighter Jet; the fly pulls off aerial acrobatic feats
and dodges the utensils.
INT. LIVING ROOM
Jr. laughs as he sees his father escalate with anger at
every failed attempt.
INT. KITCHEN
Sr. opens the last UNOPENED DRAWER and finally finds the FLY
SWAT.
He holds it the air in celebration, as if he was thanking
god.
Then vengefully turns back to the fly with a smile...
The fly retreats backward, as Sr. encloses on it.
It turns left and right only to be check mated by Sr.
The fly backs into a CORNERED WALL.

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3.
FLY'S POV
Sr. gets bigger and bigger as he steps closer and closer.
INT. LIVING ROOM
The smile on the sons fades and his fingers start to twitch
nervously over the remote buttons.
INT. KITCHEN
Both are squared off ready to make a move.
Sr. lunges at the fly and madly swats at -every blow grazes
the hair off of the fly's back.
The swatter imprints the remains of previously squashed bugs
every where Sr. misses.
FLY'S POV
Crazed, Sr. gleams with joy as he swings madly at the fly.
INT. KITCHEN
Sweat rolls off of Jr.'s forehead as he nervously presses
buttons and flips the switches on the control.
INT. KITCHEN
Sr. finally hits the fly, but it breaks a hole through the
fly swatter.
He quickly re-aims as the fly sluggishly takes air; grabs
the swatter with both hands and swings with all his might...
SLAP!
The stem handle of the fly swatter BREAKS in half.
He freezes.
And stands there in disbelief...
The clock ticks: SEVEN O'CLOCK.
Ms. Cleen (40s), bald, red lipstick, white shirt and blue
jeans, stands enraged in the doorway with a SWATTER IMPRINT
across her face.
(CONTINUED)

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CONTINUED:
4.
Sr. faintly smiles at her.
She becomes even more furious when she notices the tornado
wreaked kitchen of swat marks, smudges, and utensils lying
everywhere.
INT. LIVING ROOM
Jr. belly-down laughs on the couch and drops the remote on
to the floor.
He losses control and pounds his fists on the couch..
-until he finally notices both parents angrily baring down
at him.
He faintly smiles to convey sorry, but it has no effect as
the parents still bear down with more intensity.
He gulps.
INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT
Jr. stands in the middle of the war-torn dirty kitchen, his
head held low with a brush and bottle of Windex.
INT. LIVING ROOM
Mr. and Miss. Cleen, kiss on the couch as they watch their
son on WIDE SCREEN TV, slouch at the enormity of the dirty
kitchen.
FADE OUT:

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