BUCK (Screenplay Scene #1)

 

 

deeranthro

 

Buck

(Screenplay Scene #1)

 

written by

Aaron B.

 

This scene chronicles Stetson trying to get information about his daughter who died at the hands of a hunter…


BOBBY’S HOME-AFTERNOON

 

Walking up to the house, Stetson keeps his hand close to the silver pistol by his side. He walks through tall grass, his hummer a few feet behind him.

He finds himself almost near the front door, when he steps on something rubbery, he lifts his foot up and grabs the item he stepped on. Using his hand, it takes him a while to get all the mud and bits of dirt off, but he soon realizes that it is a red bracelet, one that he had seen before. He sighs and keeps hold of the item.

 

INT. BOBBY’S HOME/KITCHEN

 

Bobby sits at the dining room table wearing a white t-shirt and skinny jeans, completing some homework, a red backpack sits beside him, he places the papers into the bag, after he zips it up, he is interrupted by a knock on the front door. The teenager quickly answers.

 

INT. BOBBY’S HOME/LIVING ROOM

The room is a bit messy, a large TV stands in one corner, a leather couch sits in the middle of the room, to one side of the couch is a silver lamp which sits on a small table. Next to the front door, is an open closet with clothes hanging on hangers.

Opening the door, Bobby smirks kindly at the six-foot-tall deer.

BOBBY

Can I help you?

STETSON

Maybe.

 

He hands the red rubber band to him, Bobby looks baffled as he analyzes it.

BOBBY

I’m sorry sir, I don’t understand.

STETSON

That belonged to my daughter Daisey, who has been dead for a year. No leads have come up, so it’s a bit odd that this was found right by your house. Care to explain?

BOBBY

Oh my God.

 

The human takes a deep sigh, he feels his stomach tighten as he looks at his feet. He coughs gently, the teen then races into the living room, slamming the door in Stetson’s face.

 

STETSON

GET BACK HERE!

 

INT. BOBBY’S HOME/CLOSET

 

Bobby slams the closet door, he sits in pure terror, breathing heavily. He begins sweating.

 

INT. BOBBY’S HOME/LIVING ROOM

 

Stetson slams himself into the front door causing it to break, he holds a silver pistol with two hands, ready to shoot anything that moves. He slows his breathing down as he walks across the living room, his ears perked, his boots squeak as he sniffs the air.

STETSON

Kid, come on out. I won’t hurt you unless you hurt me. I need to get some things straight and running will not help you or me.

 

He holds the gun to his side and makes his way to the closet, forcing it open to reveal a terrified Bobby, his face is red and his body shakes with uncontrollable fear, Bobby throws himself at deer, hitting him in the chest and face. He has a bit of trouble since Stetson outmatches him by a long shot in height and muscle tone. Stetson holds both Bobby’s arms in a vice like grip as he continues to breathe heavily.

 

BOBBY

(Yelling, his voice cracks)

It wasn’t my fault! I SWEAR! DON’T HURT ME! GO AWAY! GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!

 

Stetson trips the human using one leg, causing him to fall face first into the rug below, one side of his face is exposed. Using his upper body and arms, the deer pins Bobby to the floor and forces both of his arms behind his back and kneels on top of him, like an officer getting ready to arrest someone, Bobby continues to squirm.

BOBBY

YOU’RE HURTING ME! OW! OW!

STETSON

(Monotone)

I’m going to ask you some questions, and under no circumstance will I hurt you further, unless you refuse to corporate-I can be a lot nastier. Do you understand?

BOBBY

(stutters)

Yes sir.

 

Stetson holds his position on the shivering human.

STETSON

You ever hunt before?

BOBBY

I’ve been on hunting trips, but never even held a gun.

 

STETSON

Why?

BOBBY

I’m too scared.

 

STETSON

Who do you go hunting with?

BOBBY

A guy named Marco.

STETSON

Do you like hunting with him?

 

BOBBY

No sir. I hate it.

STETSON

Why do you go?

BOBBY

I don’t know, acceptance? Marco treats me nicely and I don’t have any friends in school.

 

Stetson moves his positon with a heavy sigh, he now sits upon the human’s back almost in a relaxed manner, Bobby yelps in pain. The buck exchanges a glance with the human, who he now can see much better.

 

STETSON

Sorry, feet falling asleep. You ever see him shoot an anthro?

BOBBY

Yes sir. Only one. Some fawn named Daisey. That’s all I know. I didn’t like him shooting her. I thought it was wrong.

 

The deer says nothing for a moment, he sniffles a bit as he looks straight ahead.

STETSON

Why didn’t you say something?

 

BOBBY

Marco kinda scared me. I wasn’t going to go against his wishes. I was afraid that maybe he’d turn the gun on me.

 

STETSON

What was she doing when he shot her?

BOBBY

Picking flowers, I think. It happened a while ago.

STETSON

Shit.

 

A lump formed in the deer’s throat.

 

BOBBY

(Soft and depressed)

I never wanted her to die. I swear. I had so many nightmares after seeing her die. I couldn’t sleep for weeks. Please sir, can I get up?

 

Without really thinking, Stetson stands up and goes to the kitchen, Bobby ever so slowly makes his way up, clearly still terrified and shaking.

 

INT. BOBBY’S HOME/KITCHEN

 

Opening the fridge, Stetson tosses Bobby a bottled water, Stetson leans against a wall as Bobby fails to make eye contact with the buck. Bobby is pale, his movements slow and his hands rattle in fear.

BOBBY

You’re here to kill me, aren’t you?

 

Stetson crosses his arms.

 

STETSON

Depends. You promise not to go on hunting trips? You promise to find some other hobby? Make some new friends?

BOBBY

Yes. What I supported was wrong, and I never want to see Marco again.

STETSON

You got your whole life ahead of you, kid. I’m not taking you away from your parents who probably love you and want you to be the best you can be. Bye.

 

After the front door closes, Bobby begins to weep.

 

Stetson Art by: Kimberly Mattia

 

 

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