[ CW ] Short film set in a desert

**Notes: ** I'm making characters have unisex names because it's irrelevant who plays which character for the story. I'm going to just use masculine pronouns for one character and feminine for the other, but it could go either way. There is profanity, I do n't know you, or where in the world you are so I just used `` % $ ^ & amp; amp;'' Or something so you could substitute whatever you want in. 
 
 **Setting: ** Desert, the sun is up, but the time is ambiguous, it could be morning, or mid-afternoon. The landscapes needed are limited to a small hill/horizon and a flat area a lemonade stand could sit on. 
 
 **Characters: ** 
 
 *Jamie/Jaimie: * A wayward traveler who got lost in the desert. Wears a sweat and dirt stained white shirt or tank-top and cargo pants. Has a different shirt wrapped around their head to protect from the blazing sun. This character has been wandering the desert, and is fatigued, weary, weak. 
 
 *Morgan: * A travelling lemonade salesperson. Outfit would be neat, orderly. Perhaps business or business casual, definitely out of place for the setting and professional looking. 
 
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 *Shooting the top of the hill in a desert, a head comes into view as Jamie staggers up the slight slope in his debilitated state. Jamie's downtrodden appearance gives a scope of the time he has been out here. * 
 
 *Jamie sees what appears to be a person at a desk in the distance. Jamie runs, and in his excitement trips over his own feet. He fluidly lifts himself up and continues running. When he arrives, he is slightly surprised to see a well dressed woman sitting behind a lemonade stand. There is a sign that says, `` Travelling lemonade stand.'' The sign is not attached to the booth, and Morgan does n't wait for Jamie to fully stop running before addressing him* 
 
 **Morgan: ** Why hello there, weary traveler! My you looked parched, would you care for nice tall glass of lemonade? 
 
 **Jamie: ** Oh my God! You saved me! I was dead and then you showed up! Ha ha ha! Angels do exist. Yes please, lemonade! Ha ha! 
 
 **Morgan: ** Happy to oblige, friend, and my you do remind me of a friend of mine, confident stance, worldly curiosity, mhmm. What's your name pal? 
 
 **Jamie: ** Jamie, Jamie, it's Jamie. Please can I have a drink now? 
 
 
 **Morgan: ** Terrific! One of my old university friends was named Jamie, looked just like you, beautiful man he was. I'm Morgan. One lemonade, coming right up! That'll be $ 600. 
 
 *Morgan get a cup out and almost starts pouring it, but stops after seeing Jamie's incredulous look* 
 
 **Morgan: ** American. I use United States dollars, friend. 
 
 **Jamie: ** What? 
 
 **Morgan: ** Lemonade costs $ 600, and that's because I like your strong, assertive look, Jamie; it reminds me of a friend of mine. 
 
 **Jamie: ** You ca n't be serious. 
 
 **Morgan: ** Why not? 
 
 **Jamie: ** Ha ha. I mean, what is this? 
 
 **Morgan: ** What is this? Well I suppose it's supply, demand, circumstance. The foundation of our capitalist world, really. I have supply, you have demand, and so we find ourselves in a mutually advantageous circumstance. 
 
 **Jamie: ** I do n't have $ 600. I do n't have anything! I've been out here for days, quit playing around and give me that drink. 
 
 **Morgan: ** I ca n't give you a drink for nothing. I had to bring my booth out here and keep the lemonade cool. It's a lot of overhead to run a... 
 
 *Jamie interrupts* 
 
 **Jamie: ** I'm going to die out here! Give me a @ $ % # drink! 
 
 **Morgan: ** Calm down sir or I'll be forced to deny you my services. We live in a civilized world. But I'm a reasonable person, so we can make a deal... What *do* you have? 
 
 *Jamie mutters to himself and paces slightly. * 
 
 **Jamie: ** So reasonable. & amp; amp; ^* & amp; amp; ing going to ^ % % & amp; amp; ing let me die out in the ^ % & amp; amp; ing desert & amp; amp; & amp; amp; ^ %. 
 
 *Jamie searches his cargo pants while continuing the verbal exchange. * 
 
 **Jamie: ** I thought you said I looked like a friend! 
 
 *Morgan rolls her eyes and loudly sighs. * 
 
 **Morgan: ** Yes. That's how this works. I pretend to be your friend because it's uncomfortable to argue with your friends about money. Have you ever bought anything? 
 
 *Jamie pulls out a few things, not revealing them yet, still irate from the sales person. * 
 
 **Jamie: ** So you're just some % ^ & amp; amp; salesman then. Gouging some poor, destitute lost traveller. I'll ^ % & amp; amp; ing die out here because of you. 
 
 
 **Morgan: ** It's not my fault that you do n't have the asking price for my wares. Nobody else out here is willing to sell you what you want, trust me, I'm the hero here. 
 
 *Jamie slams a handkerchief, a small amount of change, and a wallet on the table. Morgan picks up the wallet and pulls out a license, a picture and a debit card. Jamie speaks while Morgan examines these things. * 
 
 **Jamie: ** There you go. Have fun, & amp; amp; ^*^. 
 
 *Jamie sees Morgan look at the photo. It's the last remaining photo of his significant other. * 
 
 **Jamie: ** You ca n't have that. That's my girlfriend. 
 
 *Morgan does n't react to his words while, but she puts the wallet down. Still holding the photograph, she examines the money and handkerchief on the table with her spare hand. * 
 
 **Morgan: ** $ 7.85. $ 7.85 and a dirty handkerchief... You're girlfriend is pretty though... No, I'm not `` Into girls''... I do like a good token of love though. Tell me what she meant to you. 
 
 **Jamie: ** What? No way, you psycho! 
 
 **Morgan: **... Oh. 
 
 *Morgan grabs the lemonade and pulls it over to her side of the counter, dropping it under the booth. Jamie is uneasy, he looks around reflexively, as if searching for an escape route. * 
 
 **Jamie: ** Alright alright! We met in college. We loved each other but one day she decided she loved somebody else more. I got rid of all her stuff, she's not even a part of my life anymore. Then I noticed I still had that photo when I went on this trip. The end. 
 
 *Morgan smiles and puts the lemonade back on the counter. * 
 
 **Morgan: ** EX- Girlfriend. EX. So you should n't mind if I take this photo as part of the deal? 
 
 **Jamie: ** You ca n't have it. 
 
 **Morgan: ** Tell me why. Tell me that she still means a great deal to you. Tell me the truth, Jamie. You do want a drink, do n't you? 
 
 *Jamie is visibly shaken, saddened, more distraught with every word he rambles through* 
 
 **Jamie: **.... I was going to propose. Oh god. I lost her. I lost her to some guy with washboard abs named Chad then I went on some damn back-pack trip to find myself and now I'm even more lost and I'm going to die in a desert arguing with some weird business lady about the price of lemonade like a stupid dumb son of bitch why is this % $ # @ world... 
 
 
 
 *Jamie mumbles into incomprehension and Morgan sits back with steepled hands. She interrupts his inane babble. * 
 
 **Morgan: **... Alright. I'll take the wallet, money, photo, license. Keep your debit card and dirty handkerchief. 
 
 *Morgan pours a glass. Jamie's face contorts sadly* 
 
 **Jamie: ** No! I ca n't let you have that photo! 
 
 **Morgan: ** This photo is n't going to quench your thirst. 
 
 *Morgan drinks the glass and assertively places it down. * 
 
 **Jamie: ** I already lost her... If I give you that photo, it's like I'd have to lose her all over again. 
 
 *Jamie hangs his head. * 
 
 **Morgan: ** This is a good deal. Do n't die for a photo. 
 
 *There is a sizable pause. Jamie still with a hung head, he whispers. * 
 
 
 **Jamie: ** ^Okay. Take the photo. 
 
 *Morgan smiles and pours a tall glass for Jamie. Jamie grabs it and drinks it quickly, spilling some on himself. * 
 
 **Morgan: ** Pleasure doing business Jamie, you came away with a steal. 
 
 *Jamie is still quiet. * 
 
 **Jamie: ** What way did you come from? How do I get back to civilization? 
 
 *Morgan grins, pulls off the `` Travelling lemonade stand'' sign, and replaces it with a `` Travelling map stand'' sign. * 
 
 **Morgan: ** Your license says you live at 346 213th ave... Tell me, Jamie, do you rent or own? 
 
 *Jamie face widens, with shock and fear. The last shot is the camera looking slightly up at Morgan, who is leaning a little bit over the booth with a large, opportunist grin. * 
 
 *Fade to white. * 
 
 **END SCENE** 
 

