A Day in the Life of a Compulsive Liar

A Day in the Life of a Compulsive Liar A Day in the Life of a Compulsive Liar

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Short Film Screenplay: A high school girl with a passion and addiction for lying guides us through a typical day in her teenage life.

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Short Film Screenplay: A high school girl with a passion and addiction for lying guides us through a typical day in her teenage life.

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Submitted: March 09, 2014

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A Day in the Life of a Compulsive Liar

Written for the screen by: Sam Bartos

 

INT. LAUREN’S BEDROOM – MORNING

LAUREN WILSON, 18, lies in her bed, with her comforter covering all of her, except for her head. She is a brunet and a very attractive girl, which can be understood right here just by observing her face alone. Her bed and her room is all pink. Slightly above her bed sits a pink decorative sign reading, “Princess Paradise”. It’s essentially a room for a young girl, but perhaps too young for someone as old as Lauren at age 18. She lies in bed until she hears knocking on her door.

 

LAUREN

Come in.

 

It is Lauren’s father, MR WILSON, who has his eyes covered with one hand and the other hand clutching the door knob as he sticks one foot through the door.

 

MR WILSON

Are you- are you decent?

 

LAUREN

Yes daddy.

 

He removes his hand and opens his eyes. He wears a suit and tie, has neatly combed hair, and wears glasses. He takes a look at his daughter and stares and speaks awkwardly and in an upset way.

 

MR WILSON

The bus leaves for school in an hour. You better- you better get moving.

 

LAUREN

Okay daddy. I’ll be ready.

 

He awkwardly closes the door and leaves.

 

LAUREN (cont. O.S.)

My name is Lauren Wilson. At least that’s what I’m calling myself for the time being. You might be wondering why I might say something like that. Well, it’s because I, Lauren Wilson, am a compulsive liar.

 

She removes the comforter and reveals she is wearing pajamas. We can now see she has an even more attractive figure, from her body.

LAUREN (cont. O.S.)

In case anyone’s especially curious, yes, I am eighteen years old. Unlike just about every other thing I ever say to anyone, that is the honest truth.

 

INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE LAUREN’S ROOM – MORNING

Lauren is now dressed and walks past her little brother MATT, 16, who glares at her as he walks in the opposite direction.

 

LAUREN (cont)

Hello Matthew.

 

MATT

Get bent.

 

She walks off, seemingly without a care in the world.

 

LAUREN (O.S.)

My little 16 year old brother Matthew. He prefers Matt. And he doesn’t like me. After all, who could like me? Nobody really even knows for sure who the real me is, on account of the fact that just about every word out of my mouth is a lie.

 

She walks past Mr. Wilson.

 

MR WILSON

By the way L-Lauren. Did you do your trigonometry homework last night?

 

LAUREN

Of course I did, daddy.

(O.S.)

But all of you know otherwise.

 

MR WILSON

Al right. By the way, don’t forget to visit your mother after school.

 

LAUREN

(O.S.)

Oh yeah. My mother. Or rather should I say my poor excuse for a mother. Currently sick in the hospital, leaving all the rest of us in the household to fend for ourselves. She truly was the thing that kept this family together. Now with her absence, I don’t know how we’re going to survive. Not with all that’s happened. The loss this family recently suffered. The reason why she went into shock in the first place.

ESTAB/EXT. HIGH SCHOOL – MORNING

INT. THEATER – MORNING

Lauren stands on a stage next to another girl, JESSICA. Each of them read from scripts, while a DIRECTOR sits in the first row observing them perform. Something like ten rows behind the director, sit two other guys, who seem to be high school students. Jessica is about the same age as Lauren. The director is middle aged and wears a kind of artsy blue hat.

 

As Lauren delivers her lines with Jessica, we can hear her voice over speech…

 

LAUREN (O.S. cont)

Now on to what I do. I am an actress. After all, I did mention I was a compulsive liar. This way, I constantly get large roles in theater productions at my high school. I have been performing in plays since junior high school when I played the lead of Hamlet in the Shakespearian masterpiece. The director simply had to give me the role, as I was far better than any of the boys trying out for it, who clearly had no idea what they were doing. They didn’t even know what acting was. But then again, in retrospect, neither did I. I guess I was just born to be an actress, just like I was born to be a liar. It really is all the same to me. Pretending to be someone you’re not. Only with theater acting, it’s less about pissing people off and more about a form of artistic expression.

 

The director looks thrilled.

 

DIRECTOR

Wow Lauren. You never disappoint. That was fantastic. Jessica, for you, I might recommend saying that one line differently. Otherwise, you were fine.

 

The two high school guys in the tenth row, RICK and KEVIN stare at only Lauren. Rick stares mesmerized with delight, while Kevin just glares, angrily.

 

RICK

Man. She is so hot.

 

KEVIN

Ah she’s not so great.

 

RICK

Why do you say that? You do her?

 

KEVIN

What?! God no.

 

RICK

Well you don’t have to take that tone. I mean, seriously, how is she not your type. I’d imagine she’s everyone’s type if you know what I mean.

 

KEVIN

You just don’t understand. It’s not all about looks.

 

RICK

So what you’re saying is she has some kind of fucked up personality?

 

KEVIN

Yes! That is exactly what I’m saying!

 

RICK

Wait. Do you know her?

 

KEVIN

Well… We sort of used to be best friends back in grade school.

 

RICK

Woa, seriously? You and Lauren were best friends? You should have dated her, dude.

 

KEVIN

Ha! No thanks.

 

RICK

Oh, what? Would that violate the friendship agreement? Grow up dude.

 

KEVIN

You grow up, ass hole.

 

RICK

I will after I ask her out and get my bone smashed!

 

KEVIN

Jesus.

 

The director is now finished speaking with Lauren and Jessica, and so he lets them get back into their positions with their scripts in their hands.

DIRECTOR

Okay… And… Action!

 

INT. THERAPY ROOM – MIDDAY

Lauren sits on a couch across from DR MAYHEW who sits in a chair with a pen and paper in her hand.

 

LAUREN (O.S.)

Now it is time for therapy. Every high school girl’s favorite time of day. Why I’m here is because I’m apparently one messed up little girl. The reasons why are obvious as far as I’m concerned, but to anyone who meets me, I’m just a pretty ordinary girl. Like I said, I lie, I lie, and I lie. So today, I will not break that character.

 

DR MAYHEW

Ms. Wilson, will you please cooperate with me today? I asked you how high school is going these days?

 

LAUREN

Dr. Mayhew, you asked me a question, so naturally I will oblige and answer you. High school is going terribly. Today in chem. Lab, a pterodactyl flew into the classroom and totally messed up my hair. As if that weren’t bad enough, we had a test in history, and I didn’t study, so to get out of it, I called the president and told him we were under attack, so the country went into world war three, a bunch of people died, and I was excused from taking the test. So all in all, it was a pretty lame day.

 

DR MAYHEW

Ms. Wilson, what do you necessarily gain out of lying all the time, if anything?

 

LAUREN

Some people were born to teach. Others were born to paint. For me, I was born to lie. That’s simply where my potential… lies.

 

DR MAYHEW

Is that true?

 

LAUREN

Huh. I guess you’ll never know. Like I said. This is what I do, and I’m pretty great at it. Later.

 

 

 

 

ESTAB/EXT. HOSPITAL – MIDDAY

INT. HOSPITAL WAITING AREA – MIDDAY

Lauren sits in a waiting area.

 

LAUREN (O.S.)

As of now, I am sitting in a waiting room, waiting for the doctor to come out and say

 

INT. HOSPITAL WAITING AREA – MIDDAY (LAUREN’S FANTASY)

The female doctor comes out.

 

DOCTOR

It’s finally time to see your mom.

 

INT. HOSPITAL WAITING AREA – MIDDAY

Lauren continues to sit and wait.

 

LAUREN (O.S.)

What I see before me is just a bunch of obviousness. Simply a whole lot of, “We put these signs up, because some people out there are actually so stupid, that they need to be reminded to not be complete idiots” type signs. No smoking. No yelling. No fucking on hospital beds. Okay, I made that one up. But still, it could be believable if you’re stupid enough to need to read any of these signs in the first place.

 

She begins to look far more bored. Then she takes out her cell phone and dials a number.

 

LAUREN (O.S.)

What I’m doing now is confusing the living shit out of random people whom my father works with.

 

LAUREN (cont, on phone)

Hi Jim? Jim Hummer? This is Gloria at the C.E.O’s office, here to let you know you finally got that big promotion.

 

JIM (on other line)

Seriously?

 

LAUREN

Yep. Just go to your boss’s office immediately and he’ll fill you in on all the details.

 

JIM

Uh… Okay? Thanks? Wait, who is this again?

 

LAUREN

This is Gloria at the CEO’s office for Brooks Incorporated. Why the uncertainty, Mister Hummer?

 

JIM

Uh… No reason. So I really got the promotion?

 

The DOCTOR comes out.

 

DOCTOR

Lauren? Lauren Wilson?

 

LAUREN

(whispering to Doctor, holding up a left index finger)

One sec.

(on phone)

Sir, I don’t mean to be rude, but I do have a lot of calls to make on this busy day, so as I mentioned before, visit your boss’s office and he’ll tell you everything you need to know.

 

JIM

Uh, yeah okay. Thank you so much. This really means a lot! I can’t wait to tell my family.

 

LAUREN

Uh huh. Okay bye.

(hangs up)

(to Doctor)

So. Can I see my mother now?

 

DOCTOR

Yes you can.

 

LAUREN

Lovely.

 

DOCTOR

By the way, Ms. Wilson, it’s good to see you again. I haven’t seen you since the operation.

 

LAUREN

I’m sorry. Are we here to chat, or to allow me to see my sick mother?

 

DOCTOR

Right this way.

 

INT. HOSPITAL ROOM – MIDDAY

The Doctor and Lauren enter the room to find her MOTHER lying down on a hospital bed, looking scared and unsure of what is happening.

 

DOCTOR (cont)

I’ll just leave you two alone for a short while.

 

She exits, leaving Lauren and her Mother alone.

 

MOTHER

Wh- Who is that? Who’s there?

 

LAUREN

It’s me, mother. Your daughter. Lauren.

 

MOTHER

L-L-Lauren? Who is Lauren?

 

LAUREN

Your daughter, Mother. My goodness, I feel like we go through this whole song and dance every time I visit with you.

 

MOTHER

Y-Y-You are not Lauren. T-t-t, J-j-j, M-m-m-Max. It is you Max.

 

LAUREN

Max?

 

MOTHER

Max. Wh-wh-what have you done, Max?

 

LAUREN

No, mother.

 

Mother reaches her hand towards Lauren in what seems like some kind of mental pain.

 

LAUREN (cont)

My name is Lauren, mother. But I understand what you are talking about. I remember Max as well. He was a big part of our family, but he is gone now Mother.

 

MOTHER

No.

 

 

LAUREN

He died and after he died, you went into shock and wound up here. Max is dead, Mother. It’s time for you to accept that.

 

MOTHER

No. L-l-leave. Leave now.

 

LAUREN

Al right. Goodbye Mother. I will visit you again tomorrow.

 

She walks out the door.

 

 

 

ESTAB/EXT. WILSON HOUSE – NIGHT

INT. LAUREN’S BEDROOM – NIGHT

Lauren sits at her desk and draws pictures of unicorns with pink and purple marker on her trigonometry homework.

Then she takes a look at a brown box, probably the only thing in the room that isn’t girly. On it, it reads in black marker: Memories. She takes a look at it and then she reaches for it.

 

ESTAB/EXT. KEVIN’S HOUSE – NIGHT

INT. KEVIN’S LIVING ROOM – NIGHT

Kevin and Rick play against each other a video game on the Xbox 360. Kevin wins.

 

KEVIN

Haha. Kicked your ass again!

 

RICK

Yeah. I guess you did.

 

KEVIN

Somethin wrong?

 

RICK

Kevin. You’re gonna freak out, I know it. But I want to ask out Lauren Wilson.

 

KEVIN

What the hell is wrong with you? Haven’t we had this conversation already?

 

RICK

We have, but you weren’t exactly thorough about it.

 

KEVIN

What do you mean by that?

 

RICK

You said Lauren has some kind of fucked up personality, but that’s about all I know. I mean seriously, what is it that’s so bad about her that it’s not worth asking her out? I mean, she is gorgeous. How could anything in terms of personality get in the way of that?

 

KEVIN

Look. I can’t be all that thorough, because I simply don’t wanna be. Lauren Wilson is fucked up like crazy. I guess all I could tell you is that she’s a compulsive liar. She’s psychotic like that.

 

RICK

Okay? So she’s a liar. Big deal. Aren’t we all?

 

KEVIN

Not like Lauren. She’s… out of the ordinary. Something… happened to her.

 

RICK

What, like she suffered a loss? That kind of thing?

 

KEVIN

Yeah, I guess you could say that. Wanna go ahead and change the subject now?

 

RICK

Hey, how about no. That’s not enough for me, and if you’re not gonna tell me everything, maybe she will, because I’m going to see her tonight!

 

He puts his controller down and marches out the door, slamming it behind him.

 

KEVIN

God damnit.

 

INT. LAUREN’S ROOM – NIGHT

Still sitting at her desk, Lauren stares at a photograph that she pulled out of the box. She hears a knocking and quickly turns the photograph over, so as to hide its image. Mister Wilson enters as Lauren spins around her wheelie desk chair to face her father.

 

 

MR WILSON

Lauren, it’s almost lights out.

 

LAUREN

I understand, daddy.

 

MR WILSON

Well. Okay then.

 

He leaves and closes the door quietly behind him. Then the sound of a door bell is heard. Lauren stares intently at the photograph again until her father knocks and enters again.

 

MR WILSON (cont)

Sorry to bother you again, d-dear, but you have a visitor. He said he needs to get some information on a paper assignment the two of you have.

 

LAUREN

Paper assignment?

 

The person who came in is Rick who stares at Lauren shyly.

 

RICK

H-hi Lauren. Can I come in?

 

LAUREN

Uh sure. Daddy, can you leave us alone for a little while?

 

MR WILSON

…Sure Lauren.

 

He leaves and closes the door quietly behind him once again.

 

Rick awkwardly moves closer to Lauren and then sits in a second wheelie chair, three chair-lengths away from her desk chair, but not too close. Then he rolls a bit closer.

 

RICK

Hi Lauren.

 

LAUREN

What are you doing here, Rick?

 

 

RICK

I just- You’ve been in school for two weeks now.

 

LAUREN

So?

 

RICK

So, I- I just wanted to know if you are enjoying our high school.

 

LAUREN

Ya. It’s- great.

 

RICK

Which is better? This high school, or your old one?

 

LAUREN

Rick, seriously. I know when someone’s lying to me. I know what you just said was a lie and I know what you said to my dad was a lie. What are you really doing here?

 

RICK

I just- wanted to know if- maybe you wanna get something to eat with me sometime. Or maybe see a movie?

 

LAUREN

And you couldn’t wait to ask me this until tomorrow at school?

 

RICK

I guess I’ve just wanted to ask you for a while, and I couldn’t wait any longer.

 

LAUREN

Well I do certainly find you attractive… and…

 

Suddenly, she begins to tear up.

 

RICK

Oh, hey, hey. There, there. It’s- It’s okay. What’s wrong?

 

LAUREN

Am I a terrible person?

 

RICK

No. Of course not. Who or what gave you that idea?

 

 

LAUREN

Rick. I’m a liar. I do it all the time. I’m always trying to be someone I’m not or doing something I wouldn’t normally do. What is wrong with me?

 

RICK

Hey, listen to me. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you. You hear me? Nothing. You are an amazing beautiful thoughtful young woman, and honestly, if you think you’ve got problems, you should join the club. I mean everyone’s got problems.

 

LAUREN

You really mean that?

 

RICK

I do. But maybe now I should go. You look like you don’t want to be disturbed.

 

He gets up and starts to leave. He gets to the door and begins turning the knob.

 

LAUREN

Rick?

 

Rick turns around to face her again.

 

RICK

Yeah?

 

LAUREN

…See you in school tomorrow.

 

RICK

Yeah. You know you will.

 

He starts turning the knob again, until Lauren calls him again.

 

LAUREN

Rick?

 

RICK

Lauren?

 

She moves up to him slowly until they find themselves closer than ever. Then she leans in and he realizes what’s happening and does the same. They each lean in for a kiss which lasts for a couple of seconds. Then they stop and just stare at each other.

 

RICK (cont)

I’ll definitely see you in school.

 

He leaves slowly and Lauren stares at her desk and at the photograph once more.

 

INT. KEVIN’S LIVING ROOM – NIGHT

Rick re-enters to see Kevin playing Xbox 360 alone. Kevin then hears Rick enter and he stares at him, waiting to see what happened.

 

 

KEVIN

Well?

 

RICK

Well. I kissed her.

 

KEVIN

Oh my god, you kissed her? You kissed her? You seriously kissed Lauren Wilson?

 

RICK

I seriously kissed Lauren Wilson. Correct.

 

KEVIN

Well then that’s it. I’m sorry Rick, but you leave me no choice.

 

INT. LAUREN’S BEDROOM – NIGHT

Lauren stares at the photograph intently.

 

INT. KEVIN’S LIVING ROOM – NIGHT

Rick and Kevin continue their conversation.

 

RICK

What are you trying to say?

 

KEVIN

This is gonna be very painful to talk about, so I’m only gonna say it once. Please pay attention.

 

RICK

Okay?

 

INT. LAUREN’S BEDROOM – NIGHT

Lauren continues to stare at the photograph. The back side of it reads, “Last year’s family portrait.”

 

INT. KEVIN’S LIVING ROOM – NIGHT

KEVIN

Remember how I told you Lauren and I used to be best friends back in grade school?

 

RICK

Yeah?

 

KEVIN

Well, I also told you she is a major compulsive liar.

 

RICK

Right?

 

INT. LAUREN’S BEDROOM – NIGHT

We start to see what Lauren sees in the image. Her mom and dad each look happy on the far left side of the picture frame.

 

INT. KEVIN’S LIVING ROOM – NIGHT

KEVIN

She is obsessed with lying. So obsessed that everything she says and does has to be some kind of a lie. It’s like her whole life is a series of characters who aren’t her. That’s why she’s so into theater. It’s all about lying. It’s her passion.

 

INT. LAUREN’S BEDROOM – NIGHT

In the image, after her parents comes her brother Matt, who is smiling like her parents are smiling.

 

INT. KEVIN’S LIVING ROOM – NIGHT

RICK

Are you gonna arrive at the point anytime soon?

 

KEVIN

Fine. The point is that she is a lie. Every single thing about… him.

 

RICK

Him?!

 

INT. LAUREN’S BEDROOM – NIGHT

After Matt comes Max who is the only one in the image not smiling. Lauren pays close attention to Max.

 

INT. KEVIN’S LIVING ROOM – NIGHT

KEVIN

I was friends in grade school with Max Wilson, before he realized his passion involved being a complete lie. Then recently, he got that sex change and became Lauren Wilson!

 

RICK

B-but. So what he’s gay?!

 

KEVIN

No! He’s not gay! He doesn’t want to be a woman because of all those typical sex change reasons! He’s doing it, because he’s so obsessed with being someone he’s not, that he wants this ultimate acting challenge! He’s completely insane! And you kissed him!

 

RICK

Oh my god!

 

He starts spitting uncontrollably all over the living room carpet.

 

INT. LAUREN’S BEDROOM – NIGHT

Lauren puts the photograph back in the box and starts getting into bed, now with her pajamas on.

She hears a knocking and it’s Mr Wilson again.

 

MR WILSON

Lauren, it’s time for bed.

 

LAUREN

I know daddy.

 

MR WILSON

By the way, your mother told me you wouldn’t call yourself Max in front of her. Remember our talk?

 

LAUREN

I’m sorry daddy, but I already told you and I told mother that Max is dead. He does not exist anymore. All that’s left is me, Lauren Wilson. And next week, it will be someone else.

 

MR WILSON

You’re breaking your mother’s heart, you know that?

 

 

LAUREN

I know everything I say is a lie, but the following is not. I was born to lie. This is just who I am, so you and mother and Matthew and everyone else better get used to it. Spending my college money on a sex change operation was the best thing I’ve ever done, because I like Lauren Wilson. She’s my best character yet, and she and all the other characters I’ve made for myself are never going away. Goodnight daddy.

 

With an angry glaring look on his face, Mr. Wilson slams the door and leaves. Lauren is now in her bed again, and all we can see is her face. The rest of her body is covered by a bright pink comforter.

 

LAUREN (O.S.)

Well everyone, that’s about it. That’s a day in my life. It’s filled with its own little set of challenges, just like any life. Any character. Just like a woman. And I can only imagine what kind of day Lauren Wilson will be having tomorrow. Just another day in the life.

 

CUT TO BLACK

 

LAUREN (O.S.) (cont)

Of a compulsive liar.

 

THE END


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