Author's Note: This screenplay is based on the novel For One More Day by Mitch Albom. I am in no way affiliated with the author, nor with the publisher or any aspect of this novel. I don't own anything, and there are some direct lines taken from the novel. I did encorporate some of my own ideas within the screenplay as well. Please, no haters, but criticism is appericiated. Read and review please!
For One More Day
written by J.Kaufer
based on the novel For One More Day by Mitch Albom
OPENING CREDITS:
A montage of footage is playing
The song "Barriers" by Aereogramme is playing in the background
1. "I thought the fight was over
All battles won
I thought you'd lit your blindfolds
Watch them burn
I thought that I could show you
All that I've found
But barriers dictate all sight and all sound"
A man is seen in a run down diner, furiously scribbling into his notebook. His face is unable to be seen, yet the audience sees him getting frustrated with what he's written, erases it aggressively, and begins to write again.
CAST MEMBERS and PRODUCTION STAFF NAMES PERIODICALLY APPEAR ON SCREEN
2. "You noticed how we talk and how
We play our games
Leather bound appeal to
Change our ways
All I wanted was to show you
All that I've found
No exits, no answers, no prophecy bound"
An empty lake at sunset is shown, with a forest behind the lake. A glimpse of one house in the forest is able to be seen.
"FOR ONE MORE DAY" APPEARS ON THE SCREEN
3. "Oh, let me tell the truth
And let me come alive
Let me build bridges into your life
I'm sick of being torn again and again
I don't need conditions to let you in"
What appears to be old footage of a family from the early 1960's begins to play. There is a mother, a father, a boy around 8 years old and a young girl around 3 years old eating dinner, laughing, dancing, playing.
4. "I never meant to hurt you or
Drive you away
The barriers we've built, looks like there
Here to stay"
Old footage of the same mother, the boy now around 15 years old, and the girl around 10 years old are sitting quietly, eating dinner. No one is smiling, there is obviously tension.
ON SCREEN (WHITE LETTERS, SOLID BLACK BACKGROUND):
When he went blundering back to God
His songs half written, his work half done
Who knows what paths his bruised feet trod,
What hills of peace or pain he won?
I hope God smiled and took his hand,
And said, "Poor truant, passionate fool!
Life's book is hard to understand:
Why couldst thou not remain at school?"
-Charles Hanson Towne
