Script - Assia Paniutsich

GUY: 23 years, fashionably dressed, smiles a lot and talks loudly.

GIRL: 20 years, good looking, flirty.

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Crowded club. Dimmed lights. Loud music. GUY and GIRL are chatting by the bar. GIRL takes out a new pack of cigarettes, opens it and takes one cigarette out. Then she turns that cigarette upside down, carefully puts it back into the pack, takes another one and starts smoking.

GUY (surprised): I can never understand you completely. Never. What did you do to the other cigarette?

GIRL: That’s a lucky cigarette. You gotta smoke it last. And when you smoke it, your wish will come true. Stupid, I know, I know. I don’t really believe in it, it’s just a habit left since high school.

GUY makes a face.

GIRL: OK, gotta go. I’ll see you around. (smiles)

GUY: yep, see you.

GIRL leaves to the other part of the club. GUY takes out his old pack of cigarettes, takes a cigarette out and is about to light it, but at the last moment he turns it upside down and puts it back into the pack. Then he takes out another one and starts smoking.

Fast-forward mode. Lights, club, crowd. GIRL smokes a cigarette after a cigarette. GUY smokes a lot too. Very often both of them are glancing at each other in such a way that the other wouldn’t see.

A beautiful girl is trying to flirt with GUY, he doesn’t seem interested, and the girl leaves. A man is trying to hit on GIRL, she talks to him indifferently, still glancing at GUY.

GUY smokes his last lucky cigarette, constantly looking at the GIRL. GIRL is talking to the man at that time. GUY finishes his cigarette and leaves the club, upset.

GIRL finished the chat and looks at the place where GUY has been sitting before, looks at the door. Constantly smokes. Fast forward mode. Lights, club, crowd.

GIRL smokes her last lucky cigarette staring at the door. She finishes the cigarette and leaves, upset.

Studentski Grad - Nikolay Georgiev

Place: Flat number 4 in Sofia, Studentski Grad

Boy 1 – Mitko – 20 years old, a student of computer engineering

Boy 2 – Bojkata – 20 years old, a student in machine engineering

Boy 3 – Philip – 20 years old, a student in electronics

Two boys are sitting in an old-fashioned, exceptionally dirty dorm room. They sit on their old desktop computers with huge monitors that take 99.9% of their desks and there is barely place for their keyboards that are colored in dirt-black. They play old-school shooter games incredibly concentrated (Doom, Counter-Strike). In the middle of the room there is a table, covered in empty plastic packs, dirty dishes, banana peels in the color of a black hole, under the table there are fifteen 2 liter plastic bottles, of empty beers. A 3^rd boy enters the room. The two others do not acknowledge his presence - they are consumed in their computer worlds. The 3^rd boy spots a half piece of Shpekov salami and reaches to take it – the moment he gets it in his hand the 2 boys turn around their heads and take a deep angry look at him. There is an intense moment of 3 seconds, after which the 3^rd boy turns around with great skill and fines and takes a run for it through the door and down the hall. The other two boys immediately leave their sacred computer places. The boy that is closer to the door is in his bath robe. Nevertheless he takes a knife from the table and starts a chase, the other one takes a steal bar that is usually used for window cleaning but in their case - temporary clothes dryer. They start running down the hall. There is a girl walking up the stairs that encounters the 3^rd boy running down the stairs in incredibly fast pace with a half of Shpekov salami in his hand. The two other boys run down 2 seconds after him, one in his bath robe with a knife in his hand and the other with a steal bar. She looks at them as they run down the hall chasing the 3^rd boy, but there is no exit at the end of the corridor. However at the very end of the hall there is one room with an opened door and the boy with the salami enters there, instantly the 2 other boys follow him into the room. There is no sound of fighting; there is no sign of any violence taking place inside the room, however the girl remains still in order to see the outcome of the whole thing. Suddenly a strong smell creeps throughout the corridor. The girl is confused. She slowly approaches the room so she can take a peek out of curiosity. She looks inside the room and sees the 3 boys eating Shpekov salami and eating garlic.

Mixed Emotions - Atanas Dochev

A girl is wandering and looking at some CDs in a music store. At the same time in the distance a boy is standing on one place, pretending to be doing the same thing but actually staring directly at the girl all the time.

In the beginning the girl is not noticing the boy staring at her, but at some point she begins to realize that she is being observed. She turns her head towards the boy from time to time and realizes that he is looking at her all the time in a creepy way.

As time goes by, the girl is getting more and more nervous and uncomfortable and at some point she decides to leave the store and go away.

As she passes by the boy, he suddenly grabs her arm and pulls her to him. Stressed and frightened, the girl tries to run and they begin a fight. As they are struggling fiercely the boy pushes her on the ground and with one of his hands tries to reach for something in his back pocket. He finally manages to reach his pocket and pulls a flower out of it.

Suddenly they both stop moving and stare at each other for a moment. Then the girl gets up and runs out of the store. The boy sits on the ground with the flower in his hand, thinking and looking disappointingly.

After a while then, the girl comes back and unconfidently bends to the boy, takes the flower out of his hand, writes him a note with her phone number, kisses him on the cheek and runs away.

Anguish - Bisera Savoska

Josephina

Vito

A third man

A moving train. Closed compartment. Josefina is seating in it, opposite her, a man is sleeping. Some suitcases are laying around. Josefina is looking out the window. Vito soundlessly opens the compartment door and enters. He seats on the side of Josefina.

Josefina: Why wouldn’t you just let my eyes dry away?

Vito: What is the use of that, when you are far away?

Josefina: Even monsters know limits.

Vito: Yes, we do.

(Pause)

Vito: You tried to leave me again.

Josefina: In vain.

Vito: In vain. In vain is all you do to resist what you are, all what we are.

Josefina: We are a metaphor! A flower without a bloom, a sky with no sun. How can you even think that “we” makes sense anymore?

Vito: It makes sense to still fight for you.

Josefina: Who is there more to fight? Didn’t you fight enough? Didn’t you kill enough?

(Pause)

Vito: I did what I had to do.

Josefina: What did you have to do?

Vito: Have you. (Pause) It was absurd to own you, I knew. I knew everything. Everything and nothing mattered. People cannot explain pain to you. You have to live it to understand. I killed. It was so easy to relieve my pain to the ones that caused it. I have no regrets. If I have to do it again, I would. You know it, it was never the power, it was never our differences. It was only pure, joyous pleasure. What you felt for me, what I felt for you. What I did for you. I did everything, anything, just for you. So we can be together. So I can hold you and love you till the end of days. And when you rest, I would stroke your hair and say you are mine. And no one would take you from me. No one would be on our way ever again.

Josefina: You knew my bed was always warm for you.

Vito: I wanted you just for me.

Josefina: You chose the wrong way.

Vito: Stay.

Josefina: Do you smell the olive trees?

Vito: Yes. For the last time.

Josefina sticks a knife just below the Vito’s chest

Josefina: (in his ear) I love you.

Vito falls on the seat, dead. The third man comes up from his sleep and calmly sees the scene, looking as he had heard the whole dialog

Third man: You did the right thing. You are gonna be safe now.

Hugs her. In the next second, a knife goes through her chest as well. She falls on the seat as well. The third man wipes the handle of the knife and puts it into Vito’s palm. He takes his suitcase and leaves the compartment. The train slows down and stops, the man gets out.

almost…Living the dream - Hristina Nedelcheva

Husband and wife are standing in their kitchen. They looked stressed and have intense expressions. They are talking in low voices as if there is some kind of a secret:

W: We should go to the bank and ask them for help. I think this is the best we can do.

H: They won’t give us a good interest for this and we won’t be able to pay back the loan.

W: Are you sure we can’t pay directly to them in several installments?

H: There was nothing mentioned.

W: Oh, it is such a great chance. It will be everything that we wanted!!! We have to think of a solution!

H: I know, I know! …. (a pause, both staring in different directions, thinking…)

W: Maybe a friend could help us! You have many wealthy colleagues. They have kids- they will understand!

H: Or…maybe they will be jealous that they didn’t have this amazing opportunity years ago…

W: Maybe there is some kind of a fund that finances this initiative??

H: If there was such a fund, everybody will do it, you know…

W: Yes…, you’re damn right.

H: we have everything – the perfect jobs, the perfect house, the perfect friends….we are living the dream…

W: Yes, I know what you mean…. We don’t have the perfect kids and we will never know whether they will be what we expect them to be………….That is why!!! We have to think of a way to finance this!

H: God, it’s not so easy to find 500000 for a conception in the space!!!

W: They are saying that our baby will be GENIUS if he or she it’s conceived in the space!

H: Yes, our baby will be a genius…what else could we want…

And they are staying hugged arm in arm, dreaming about their perfect baby!

Scene 7: In the Bedroom - Alex Burblis EDITED

[A spacious one bedroom apartment furnished in the style of 1960s. Women’s clothing is scattered about. Jocelyn, a twenty-nine year old brunette, is sitting by the bed and smoking. Her make-up is ruined. Chason, a thirty-one year old police officer comes back home. The couple is in a love-hate relationship with repeated fights, breaking things and numerous make-ups. Jocelyn wants to marry Chason, but he always makes up phony excuses to get off the subject.]

Jocelyn [raising her voice]: So where have you been? I couldn’t get to sleep all night.

Chason [calmly]: I was conducting an interrogation, and it lasted longer than I expected, babe [approaches Jocelyn].

Jocelyn: What are you talking about? Melissa saw you at “Monkey Business” around 11 pm sipping beer with a whole bunch of girls.

Chason [confidently]: Listen, why would I run the risk of losing such a girl like you?

Jocelyn [nervous]: And you think it would last forever?! You are always lying to me. Why wouldn’t we get married?

Chason [sighs]: You are the only one for me darling. I thought we are a perfect couple.

Jocelyn: It hurts me so bad when you never come home. Chason, I am pregnant.

Chason [looks at her]: You know what; sometimes I hate your fucking guts. Aren’t you happy with me now?

Jocelyn: Leave me the fuck alone [turns away from Chason]. I see that you don’t care about me. I’m pushing thirty and I cannot get pregnant. What do I do? I am leaving you, Chason. And if you died I wouldn’t cry.

Chason [touches her face]: I’m sorry babe.

Jocelyn [looks in his eyes]: Please, don’t be.

Chason: I’ll always love you [violently rips off her lingerie].

Jocelyn: Sometimes I just feel so confused when you never show up.

Chason [grabs Jocelyn, throws her in bed]: Why don’t you just shut up? [holds Jocelyn firmly, kisses her roughly and passionately]

Adie was here - Teodora Ion-Rotatu

[A damp beach bar called La Pirati – At the Pirates. Mid July, 2 o’clock in the morning, rainy, chilly weather. People dress accordingly. They sit at improvised wooden tables in a shabby barrack. Cardboard decorations on the walls, many of them engraved with heavy metal lyrics or messages for the bar. An old computer keyboard hangs from a hook; the keys that are left are the letters that form the name of the bar and SLEEP.]

Characters:

a BARTENDER, doing random shit

ADIE, a really tall and skinny skinhead in his 30s, covered in faded tattoos, wares a fluffy mustache.

a GUY, long haired, gulping bear, mid 20s

his GIRL, mid 20s

an apologetic looking COUPLE, mid 30s, plain people, don’t look like they belong

[The GUY and the GIRL sit together at one table, ADIE and the COUPLE at another table. There are other seven or eight free tables.]

GUY (saddling a bench, facing the GIRL, and gulping beer): I do not know why I am so sad. Maybe it’s just because you worry too much. And we don’t even need to decide right now, we have an entire year to figure it out.

GIRL (also saddling the bench, facing the GUY, looks upset and unconvinced): Maybe you’re sad because you’re clueless.

[The GUY looks like he’s about to have an angry retort, then his face starts darkening. ADIE sits down next to the GIRL, she’s with her back at him, can’t see who it is, scoots towards her boyfriend to make him some room. ADIE comes closer and closer, she keeps scooting as much as she can, lost in thought and not necessarily interested in who was behind her.]

ADIE (drunken, anesthetized voice): Soooooooooooooooooooo…. (GIRL jumps) What are you lovebirds arguing about?

[In the meantime the apologetic looking COUPLE sits across from ADIE, the GUY and the GIRL. They remain silent.]

GIRL (slightly aggressive): What the fuck do you care anyway? What, your own little private conversation got boring? You and your buddies here suddenly got tired of discussing the weather? You think it’s cool to literally butt in?

ADIE (calm, confident, calculated, explains almost in a parental voice): The truth is I don’t really give a crap what you’re talking about. I just wish you fucking did it at some other table. (GUY and girl display a slightly outraged confusion.) I have this habit, you know. (Pauses, takes out a knife, plays with it.) If I like a bar, I carve my name on almost every table. I just write “ADIE was here.” See my mark? (Points at the table.) I do it so I can always find somewhere to sit if the bar is packed, you know.

GUY (obviously pissed): Really? Then I’m sure you’ll find some other table with your name on it. This shithole is empty anyway.

ADIE (calm, still playing with the knife): No, I won’t. I’m okay here. But you’d better go, you know.

GUY (almost furious): No shit. So if I etch my name on this table, it’s gonna be mine, right?

ADIE (calm): Sure. Do you have a knife?

GUY (pissed): No. Can I have yours?

ADIE (cracking up, ironic): No. Sorry.

[The GUY takes a big gulp of beer. ADIE seems to be deep in thought. The others look less than comfortable. No one talks, no one moves.]

ADIE (now all of a sudden pissed): So you think you’re a wiseguy?

GUY (his turn to crack up and be ironic): Obviously. I started all this shit, right?

ADIE (pissed): You did. You sat at my table. You asked for my knife. But you don’t have a knife, you know?

GUY: Aha….

ADIE (furious now). But I do!

GUY: Indeed…

ADIE (grabs the GIRL next to him by the shoulders and plays with his knife on her cleavage, without actually scratching her): So if I scratch my name on her chest, she’s mine as well. Like the table, you know.

[The GIRL is holding her breath, the COUPLE looks terrified]

GUY (peaceful, as if he reached some sort of resolution, finishes his beer): You can have her.

[Everyone looks puzzled; the GUY just leaves the bar and starts walking in the rain.]

Or

GUY (peaceful, as if he reached some sort of resolution, finishes his beer): I don’t think she will. (Smashes the empty beer bottle on ADIE’s head.)

[ADIE is unconscious, his bleeding head right next to his mark. The GUY grabs ADIE’s knife, takes out the SLEEP key from the old keyboard, and embeds it in ADIE’s mark, that know says ADIE SLEEP HERE. GUY and GIRL leave together, and disappear in the rain. The COUPLE looks flabbergasted.]