Incontro
Genre: Psychological and relational drama
Duration: 30 minutes
Logline: An introverted young man and a woman scarred by sexual trauma meet by chance and begin an intense yet fragile relationship, where the desire for intimacy collides with fear in an emotional journey of love, words, and silences.
Excerpt:
INT. PIER'S HOUSE - NIGHT Pier and Sara are hugging on the bed. Sara quietly cries. PIER How are you? SARA Bad. PIER Maybe because you choose to feel bad. SARA What do you mean? When I feel pain, should I deny it? PIER I think feeling bad comes easy to you; you could just decide not to. SARA Believe whatever you want. Pier moves away and turns his back. Sara cries even more. After a silence: PIER And now how are you? SARA Worse. Because you turned away? PIER To make you feel even worse. Pier turns back to Sara. PIER (CONT'D) I think I can hurt you. Hurt you a lot. SARA I think so too. PIER When I see someone suffering, I push them to the very bottom so they feel all the pain they can feel. SARA But pain never ends. INT. PIER'S HOUSE - NIGHT Pier and Sara are hugging. PIER Are you asleep? SARA No. PIER I have to tell you something. SARA Tell me. PIER When you put a dot on a white sheet, the sheet is no longer empty. It fills from the empty spaces. What I say matters less than what I don't say. SARA Thank you.
Diario
Genre: Psychological drama, romantic, noir
Duration: 20 minutes
Synopsis: Diario tells the story of a man who, after months of silence, meets again a woman he once loved intensely. Their love, forbidden and unresolved, resurfaces with force. Through intimate and painful encounters, he pours words into his diary, trying to hold on to something that can no longer be his. Unrequited love, the inability to let go, and a truth that cannot be shared push him beyond his limits, toward a tragic, unsettling end.
Excerpt:
INT. CAFE - DAY A car horn blares. A young man sits alone in a cafe. The horn pulls him out of his thoughts. He takes his diary and writes. SAMUEL (V.O.) It's been months, but it feels like a lifetime — a lifetime since I last saw you, last wrote to you. Every time I close my eyes I still see you: there, in front of me, smiling. I hear your voice. You struggle to find the words to tell me how you are, how I make you feel. Our love is forbidden, absolute harm — harm to everyone. A desire that isn't meant to come true, and yet it's so strong and intense it will always stay with us. A desire that lives in thought and in the heart — a heart so warm it feels aflame; hands numb with pain. I wait for you. A lifetime has passed and you're still not here. I imagine how it will be when we see each other again: my breath is taken away, time stops, and it's just you and me and nothing else. I smell your scent. My hands pass through your hair. I feel your breath and your heart pounding with a wild rhythm. I take your hands in mine. I look at you — you're beautiful. I see your eyes and I lose myself. I'm not myself; I have no identity. Only you exist. When are you coming? I'm waiting. He stops writing and waits. After a while, the girl arrives. She kisses him on the cheek and sits down. ALICE So, have you been waiting long? SAMUEL I've been here for a bit. ALICE I need a drink. Do you want something? SAMUEL Yes, a coffee. She calls the waiter. The waiter arrives. ALICE One green tea for me, and a regular coffee for him. WAITER Right away. The waiter leaves. ALICE What were you writing? SAMUEL My diary. ALICE You're still writing? Still? SAMUEL No. Actually, it's the first time in months. ALICE Alright. Tell me — what have you been up to? SAMUEL Nothing much. Work. I moved house. I got a dog. ALICE Nice — a dog. What's his name? SAMUEL Rumi. ALICE What does it mean? SAMUEL It's the name of a poet. ALICE Beautiful. Can I see him? He shows her a photo of the dog on his phone. ALICE He's so sweet. How old is he? SAMUEL He's two. He was abandoned — like me. ALICE And what's it like having him at home? SAMUEL (smiling) I still feel alone. ALICE Well, that wasn't the goal. SAMUEL I know. The waiter returns, leaves the coffee and the tea, then goes. ALICE I expected you to look more at peace. SAMUEL I've been through a rough time. I isolated myself. I lived in my head too long, and now I can't get out. ALICE And what is it like in your head? SAMUEL It's awful. It hurts. But at least you're there. Alice remains silent for a moment. ALICE And here, now — how is it? SAMUEL It feels like a dream. ALICE But I'm here — not in your head. SAMUEL So what? How long are you staying — twenty minutes? You finish your coffee and go, right? Alice doesn't answer. SAMUEL I should settle for this, after months? Seeing you for a coffee — just talking about me? ALICE What would you like to talk about? SAMUEL You. ALICE What do you want to know? SAMUEL Everything. ALICE To tell you everything would take a lifetime. SAMUEL Try. I have a lifetime to listen. She sips her tea, doesn't answer, and looks around. SAMUEL At least tell me how you've been these months. He waits. A long wait. She prepares to speak. Looks at him. ALICE Like an alcoholic who buried her best bottle and covered it with dirt, and every day wants to dig with bare hands to take it back — because it's filled with the sweetest poison her mouth could ever taste. He leans back, as if his soul were lifted with joy, and looks at her. She keeps sipping her tea.
MrAsshole
Genre: Grotesque drama, dark satire, psychological
Duration: 72 minutes
Synopsis: Mr. Asshole is a lonely man, angry at the world, scarred by childhood abuse and by a society he despises. He spends his days between an empty job selling fake followers, random encounters with outcasts, and violent fantasies. In a spiral of anger, sexual frustration, cynicism, and romantic illusions, he becomes obsessed with a woman he met over the phone. His reality blurs with idealized visions of love and family, and the clash with truth pushes him beyond the limit, toward an irreversible act.
Excerpt:
INT. STREET FOOD - AFTERNOON Mr is alone in a fast-food place, eating a hamburger with fries and drinking a Coke. He watches people. A FAT GUY (33) arrives with a large tray: four hamburgers, two large fries, two Cokes. FAT GUY Is this taken? MR No. The Fat Guy sits in front of Mr and starts eating in a disgusting way. MR (CONT'D) You like it, don't you? FAT GUY Like what? MR The hamburger. FAT GUY Yeah, it's not bad. MR What else do you like? FAT GUY I eat everything. MR Sure you do. The Fat Guy stares into Mr's eyes while finishing his large Coke, then burps at him. MR (CONT'D) You're so funny. MR (CONT'D) How much do you weigh? FAT GUY I don't know. Why do you care? MR How much do you have to put in there to be like this? FAT GUY (pointing at his belly) See this? There's money in here. You don't have any. MR Sure. Mr finishes his meal and his Coke, watching the Fat Guy. When he's done, he throws up on him. Then he takes his tray and leaves. The Fat Guy is furious and shouts. FAT GUY (shouting) What the fuck, you bastard! He tries to stand to run after Mr, but gets stuck on the table.