Not sure if anyone else goes through this, but I had a timeframe that I wanted a short to be, but as I started writing, it seems like the development of the story took over the length of the screenplay. Is this normal? I don't have any producers, or anything that wants a limited amount of pages but I figured for time and budget sake, I wanted to keep it short, but I'm pretty engaged in the story now to make it 10 minutes only. Wanted to get some insight. I've left a scene that I just finished writing for anyone who wants to take a look.
EXT. DANA'S FRONT PORCH
Dana leans up against the small fence looking out into her neighborhood. Her car parked in the driveway shining in all it's glory.
Dana's front door opens and a man walks out. Tall early 30s, with a 5 o'clock shadow. He holds two tea cups in his hand. Dana turns around to look at him as he motions for her to come take a seat with him.
Dana walks over, grabs one of the cups from his hand and sits wit him.
DANA
(sigh)
I lost him Jake.
JAKE
You didn't *lose* him D. It's just part of the aging process. He's been sick for a while.
DANA
(desperate)
But why is it just me? Why does he remember *everyone* else, but me. It's frustrating. *Everyone* else.
Jake puts down his cup of tea and leans forward in his chair. He lets out a sigh.
JAKE
He was pretty upset when you left AU-
DANA
Yeah but that's no reason to forget someone. COMPLETELY.
Dana's frustration starts to build.
DANA
I mean, I wanted to show him what I did. Look at this. The house, the car. Jake, you know we used to build cars in the garage forever. And that,
She points to her car.
DANA
(smirks)
That was one of our favorites.
JAKE
A Tesla. Really. Can't see your pops into electric junk like that.
DANA
It's not junk!
Dana chuckles and takes a sip of her tea.
DANA
He was into Japanese cars. A lot. There was one that we built. Well, almost finished building. It took us forever to get it even running. And then all of a sudden he gave up. Cold turkey. But that was his pride and joy.
Dana's eyes glaze over looking out into the neighborhood as she sees a father and daughter driving past with the daughter in the driver's seat.
DANA
(slowly)
We spent so much time together working on it.
The father and daughter are laughing as the daughter is getting the hang of it. Dana begins to contemplate.
JAKE
It's a shame he doesn't remember those moments. I'm sorry D.
DANA
I've got it.
INT. DANA'S ROOM DAY
Dana frantically looks through her bottom draw moving papers and envelopes. Jake enters, leaning against the door sill.
Dana pulls out a slip of paper and examines it.
DANA
This is it.
Dana stands up and looks to Jake still holding the paper.
DANA
The title. The title to my dad's old car.
Jake looks blankly at Dana awaiting further instruction.
DANA
(enthusiastically desperate)
I want to get the car back.
JAKE
For what?
DANA
For him. For us. This is was brought us together. There's no way he can forget about this.
JAKE
Dana.
Jake inches closer to Dana.
JAKE(sighs)
If he can't even remember you; what makes you think this'll work?
DANA
No. You don't understand. Like. He *worked* on this car for so long. We're talking *years* with me. Years.
JAKE
And then he got rid of it.
Dana pauses, looks down at the paper.
DANA
I don't know. He lost interest, he needed the money. I can't remember, but I know he won't forget it.
JAKE
This'll be a lot of work for nothing D I'm telling you now.
Dana leaves the room.
DANA
It'll work. At least I have to try at least.
EXT. DANA'S FRONT PORCH
Dana leans up against the small fence looking out into her neighborhood. Her car parked in the driveway shining in all it's glory.
Dana's front door opens and a man walks out. Tall early 30s, with a 5 o'clock shadow. He holds two tea cups in his hand. Dana turns around to look at him as he motions for her to come take a seat with him.
Dana walks over, grabs one of the cups from his hand and sits wit him.
DANA
(sigh)
I lost him Jake.
JAKE
You didn't *lose* him D. It's just part of the aging process. He's been sick for a while.
DANA
(desperate)
But why is it just me? Why does he remember *everyone* else, but me. It's frustrating. *Everyone* else.
Jake puts down his cup of tea and leans forward in his chair. He lets out a sigh.
JAKE
He was pretty upset when you left AU-
DANA
Yeah but that's no reason to forget someone. COMPLETELY.
Dana's frustration starts to build.
DANA
I mean, I wanted to show him what I did. Look at this. The house, the car. Jake, you know we used to build cars in the garage forever. And that,
She points to her car.
DANA
(smirks)
That was one of our favorites.
JAKE
A Tesla. Really. Can't see your pops into electric junk like that.
DANA
It's not junk!
Dana chuckles and takes a sip of her tea.
DANA
He was into Japanese cars. A lot. There was one that we built. Well, almost finished building. It took us forever to get it even running. And then all of a sudden he gave up. Cold turkey. But that was his pride and joy.
Dana's eyes glaze over looking out into the neighborhood as she sees a father and daughter driving past with the daughter in the driver's seat.
DANA
(slowly)
We spent so much time together working on it.
The father and daughter are laughing as the daughter is getting the hang of it. Dana begins to contemplate.
JAKE
It's a shame he doesn't remember those moments. I'm sorry D.
DANA
I've got it.
INT. DANA'S ROOM DAY
Dana frantically looks through her bottom draw moving papers and envelopes. Jake enters, leaning against the door sill.
Dana pulls out a slip of paper and examines it.
DANA
This is it.
Dana stands up and looks to Jake still holding the paper.
DANA
The title. The title to my dad's old car.
Jake looks blankly at Dana awaiting further instruction.
DANA
(enthusiastically desperate)
I want to get the car back.
JAKE
For what?
DANA
For him. For us. This is was brought us together. There's no way he can forget about this.
JAKE
Dana.
Jake inches closer to Dana.
JAKE(sighs)
If he can't even remember you; what makes you think this'll work?
DANA
No. You don't understand. Like. He *worked* on this car for so long. We're talking *years* with me. Years.
JAKE
And then he got rid of it.
Dana pauses, looks down at the paper.
DANA
I don't know. He lost interest, he needed the money. I can't remember, but I know he won't forget it.
JAKE
This'll be a lot of work for nothing D I'm telling you now.
Dana leaves the room.
DANA
It'll work. At least I have to try at least.