Post by robbie on Jul 9, 2020 19:37:23 GMT -5
INT. BLACK SCREEN
We are introduced at this point to ROBBIE in the present
INT. MAXWELL HEIGHTS ELEMENTARY SCHOOL - SEASIDE,CA - 1975
The lights are dimmed in the school gymnasium. The sounds of the excitement in the crowd cannot be entirely contained and whispers and squeals of anticipation break up the silence.
The ANNOUNCER dressed in a dark suit holds up a microphone.
We are introduced to YOUNG ROBBIE, about ten years old. He leans forward, enthralled in every word the announcer says.
Two wrestlers duking it out, back and forth hits.
YOUNG ROBBIE still heavily entranced by the action in front of him.
On a couch we see ROBERT MCKAY SR. And his son, YOUNG ROBBIE. Both of them are cheering and watching intently at the screen of a dated RCA Model CTC-11C Color Television that was outdated even for 1975.
We see a TEEN ROBBIE JR. Sitting at the kitchen table, in front of him is two pieces of paper. In front of him is his father, ROBBIE SR. Looking a little more grizzled and aged. The look on his face is one of anger. His Mother, SAMANTHA MCKAY, holds a handkerchief, dabbing her eyes. ROBBIE SR. Picks up one of the letters, looks at it before looking back at his son
ROBBIE JR. Shrugs his shoulders
ROBBIE SR. Points behind him to the whimpering woman.
ROBBIE JR. holds up the other piece of paper. It is a letter from HALE WRESTLING SCHOOL AND GYM.
ROBBIE JR. Rolls his eyes but continues, Still holding up the other letter
ROBBIE SR. Snatches the letter from his son's fingers. His eyes dart back and forth as he reads the words.
ROBBIE SR. slams his fists down on the table. SAMANTHA jumps behind him with a yip of surprise.
ROBBIE JR. Bites his lip, giving his answer without actually answering him. ROBBIE SR. Stands.
ROBBIE JR.'s face goes beat red. He slams his own fists down on the table as he too rises.
ROBBIE SR. Leans in across the table so that he is eye level with his son.
ROBBIE JR. Leans back.
A gasp now from SAMANTHA who has remained mostly silent.
ROBBIE SR. Doesn’t look behind him when he speaks.
ROBBIE JR. smirks.
ROBBIE SR. Turns now to face his wife.
ROBBIE SR. Straightened and with no further words, storms out of the kitchen, leaving ROBBIE JR and SAMANTHA.
ROBBIE JR. Shakes his head.
ROBBIE JR walks across the kitchen to place a kiss on his mother’s cheek before following in the same direction as his father, only seconds later, the sound of the door is heard SLAMMING. NARRATOR speaks while ROBBIE JR. continues to walk, SAMANTHA WATCHING out the kitchen window
Present Day
Robbie McKay saw her. He hadn’t been following her. He had given Bret his word that he wouldn’t try to contact her or tell her who he was until after the probationary contract was up. She looked just like his mother. Same hair colour, same build. She also looked like her sister, his daughter Alanna and a bit like his son, Jake. But Jake looked like his father. He purposely stayed in his car as he watched her enter the arena, not looking any worse for wear from what she’d gone through.
He wished he had known about her sooner. He would have tried to help her and her mother. He would have stopped everything she’d gone through. It was just another thing he had to carry on his conscience. Another sin he’d committed for being a selfish bastard. Eventually, he shuts off the car, hoping that he’d given her more than enough time to get a decent head start. One day, he was going to attempt to make it right, even though he knew that he probably couldn’t, and that would be his punishment for the rest of his days.
We are introduced at this point to ROBBIE in the present
NARRATOR (OLD ROBBIE) (V.O.)
It all started with a wrestling show...
INT. MAXWELL HEIGHTS ELEMENTARY SCHOOL - SEASIDE,CA - 1975
The lights are dimmed in the school gymnasium. The sounds of the excitement in the crowd cannot be entirely contained and whispers and squeals of anticipation break up the silence.
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INT. SPOTLIGHT ON MAN IN A WRESTLING RINGThe ANNOUNCER dressed in a dark suit holds up a microphone.
ANNOUNCER
Good Evening Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and girls of all ages, Welcome to...
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INT. THE AUDIENCEWe are introduced to YOUNG ROBBIE, about ten years old. He leans forward, enthralled in every word the announcer says.
NARRATOR (V.O.)
The year was 1975 and I was ten years old and a travelling wrestling show had come to our town. Before that day, I had never seen a wrestling show.
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INT. THE RINGTwo wrestlers duking it out, back and forth hits.
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INT. The AUDIENCE YOUNG ROBBIE still heavily entranced by the action in front of him.
NARRATOR (V.O.)
It was at this moment that I became a fan. My whole life became School, sleeping, eating, Baseball and watching wrestling. Every-time a show came to town or one was on Television, My Dad and I were watching.
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INT. THE MCKAY HOUSEHOLDOn a couch we see ROBERT MCKAY SR. And his son, YOUNG ROBBIE. Both of them are cheering and watching intently at the screen of a dated RCA Model CTC-11C Color Television that was outdated even for 1975.
NARRATOR (V.O.)
This is one of the greatest memories of my life. It was during this year I decided to become a wrestler. By the end of 1975, I had given up on the idea of becoming a police officer like my old man. I just didn't tell my folks until way later.
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INT. THE MCKAY HOUSEHOLD - 1983We see a TEEN ROBBIE JR. Sitting at the kitchen table, in front of him is two pieces of paper. In front of him is his father, ROBBIE SR. Looking a little more grizzled and aged. The look on his face is one of anger. His Mother, SAMANTHA MCKAY, holds a handkerchief, dabbing her eyes. ROBBIE SR. Picks up one of the letters, looks at it before looking back at his son
ROBBIE SR.
Why are you throwing away a college education? I thought you wanted to be a cop, like me?
ROBBIE JR. Shrugs his shoulders
ROBBIE JR.
People change pops. I decided a long time ago that I didn't want to be a nameless hero. I want people to shout my name. Wrestling is becoming a thing. People are excited for it, it's mainstream now.
ROBBIE SR. Points behind him to the whimpering woman.
ROBBIE SR.
What about your mother? Have you thought about what this might be doing to her? What if you got injured, or worse, crippled. There are huge risks, this wrestling you praise so highly, it's not like the shows we used to go to or watch. They have all these risky moves now. On top of that, this is no better than... than going to Hollywood and becoming an actor. What if you aren't any good?
ROBBIE JR. holds up the other piece of paper. It is a letter from HALE WRESTLING SCHOOL AND GYM.
ROBBIE JR.
The risks are no different with being a Cop, Pop. I could get shot, I could be attacked and killed. And let's face it, the pay is shit.
ROBBIE SR.
Language!
ROBBIE JR. Rolls his eyes but continues, Still holding up the other letter
ROBBIE JR.
Dom Hale said I was good. That I could really make it.
ROBBIE SR. Snatches the letter from his son's fingers. His eyes dart back and forth as he reads the words.
ROBBIE SR.
When did he see you wrestle? You don't have a wrestling team at your school?
ROBBIE JR. Looks away from his father's eyes.
ROBBIE JR.
Missy took me.
ROBBIE SR. slams his fists down on the table. SAMANTHA jumps behind him with a yip of surprise.
ROBBIE SR.
Your sister is going to answer for this. I knew I Shouldn't have let her get her license. So you're telling me, that day she drove you and your friends to the movies, she was really taking you to this... Hale Wrestling school? For a try out?
ROBBIE JR. Bites his lip, giving his answer without actually answering him. ROBBIE SR. Stands.
ROBBIE SR.
No. Absolutely not. I forbid it. You don't want to be a Cop, fine. I won't force this life on you, but you will choose something else. Business perhaps? Or maybe Mechanics?
ROBBIE JR.'s face goes beat red. He slams his own fists down on the table as he too rises.
ROBBIE JR.
I'm eighteen now. I'm a man. I can make my own decisions. I am not going to go to college to take some bullshit course just to make you happy! What about my happiness? What about what I want?
ROBBIE SR. Leans in across the table so that he is eye level with his son.
ROBBIE SR.
You listen to me. As long as you live under my roof, it will be my rules.
ROBBIE JR. Leans back.
ROBBIE JR.
Maybe I won't live under your roof.
A gasp now from SAMANTHA who has remained mostly silent.
SAMANTHA
No. Rob, be reasonable. He can't move out. Maybe let him take a year off, to really think about what he really wants to do and then decide. He can get a part-time job. Pay a little rent.
ROBBIE SR. Doesn’t look behind him when he speaks.
ROBBIE SR
MY house, MY rules! He either gives up this ridiculous notion or he can leave.
ROBBIE JR. smirks.
ROBBIE JR
Fine with me.
ROBBIE SR. Gives him back a smile that can only be described as evil.
ROBBIE SR
With only anything you bought with your own money. Everything else is mine and belongs to me.
SAMANTHA
ROBERT!
ROBBIE SR
Shut up Sam. Robbie wants to be an adult, wants to make his own rules and life his own life? Then he can do exactly what I did. I left my parents house with nothing but one suitcase and I had to earn my own way. When he realizes that that life has nothing to it he can come back and apologize for what he’s done. Until then, I have no son.
SAMANTHA
Reconsider this Robbie. Please.
ROBBIE JR. Shakes his head.
ROBBIE JR.
Sorry mom.
ROBBIE JR walks across the kitchen to place a kiss on his mother’s cheek before following in the same direction as his father, only seconds later, the sound of the door is heard SLAMMING. NARRATOR speaks while ROBBIE JR. continues to walk, SAMANTHA WATCHING out the kitchen window
NARRATOR (V.O.)
I did make it. On my own. With just the clothes on my back and a twenty in my pocket. I stayed with my sister Missy for a while, until I started making more money. I got odd jobs working as a waiter. Finally, after two years I was able to get my own place.
END SCENE
STARRING:
Robbie McKay Junior (Age 10)...............................Jacob Tremblay
Robbie McKay Junior (Age 18)...............................Garrett Clayton
Robbie McKay Senior .............................................Liam Cunningham
Samantha McKay....................................................Marcia Cross
Narrator...................................................................Robbie McKay
Present Day
Robbie McKay saw her. He hadn’t been following her. He had given Bret his word that he wouldn’t try to contact her or tell her who he was until after the probationary contract was up. She looked just like his mother. Same hair colour, same build. She also looked like her sister, his daughter Alanna and a bit like his son, Jake. But Jake looked like his father. He purposely stayed in his car as he watched her enter the arena, not looking any worse for wear from what she’d gone through.
He wished he had known about her sooner. He would have tried to help her and her mother. He would have stopped everything she’d gone through. It was just another thing he had to carry on his conscience. Another sin he’d committed for being a selfish bastard. Eventually, he shuts off the car, hoping that he’d given her more than enough time to get a decent head start. One day, he was going to attempt to make it right, even though he knew that he probably couldn’t, and that would be his punishment for the rest of his days.