Amsterdam Comedy Short Film Script Prompt

**SCENE 1** **EXT. AMSTERDAM CANAL STREET - DAY** HANDHELD, DOCUMENTARY FEEL. Narrow street, canal on one side, bikes chained to railings. Tourists swarm. BRIAN (20s, red-and-black plaid sweater vest over light blue polo, side-swept blonde hair, metal braces) stands at a canal-side souvenir stall, holding a tiny wooden clog. He smiles - awkward, hopeful, school-portrait. Behind him, across the canal, a figure. LAINA (20s, wide-eyed, fixed smile, unblinking). She waves slowly. She does not blink. Brian's smile freezes. He sets the clog down carefully. He turns, walks briskly. He does not run. He glances back. Laina is now on his side of the canal, twenty meters behind him, still smiling, still waving. Brian ducks into a narrow alley. **SCENE 2** **EXT. NARROW ALLEY - DAY** Brian exhales. Leans against a brick wall. Checks his phone. A hand lands on his shoulder. ALIEN GUY (50s, wild gray hair, khaki vest, intense eyes) leans in close. ALIEN GUY I saw her land. In the tulip field. The ship - it hummed. She is not what she appears. Brian blinks. BRIAN Who? ALIEN GUY The woman. The one with the eyes. She is alien. I have proof. You must follow me. To the ship. Now. Alien Guy gestures wildly, arms wide, pointing toward the outskirts. Brian nods politely. Steps around him. Walks away. ALIEN GUY (not moving) She will find you again. They always do. **SCENE 3** **EXT. AMSTERDAM STREET - DAY** Brian walks fast. Crosses a tram track. A cyclist swerves, rings bell. Brian jumps back. He looks over his shoulder. Laina is there. Fifty meters back. Same smile. Same pace. Not running. Brian turns a corner. Runs into a flower market stall. Tulips scatter. A vendor shouts. Brian apologizes, backs away, steps on a crate. The crate tips. He grabs a hanging basket for balance. The basket breaks. Flowers everywhere. He runs. **SCENE 4** **EXT. CANAL BRIDGE - DAY** Dark metal bridge. Narrow. Canal below. Brian sprints onto the bridge. He is not looking ahead. On the railing, posed, sits a BLONDE WOMAN (long blonde hair, black off-shoulder top, shorts). She is mid-selfie, one leg up on the railing. Brian collides with her. She yelps. He flails. His foot catches the railing. He pitches over the side. SPLASH. Brian flails in the canal. Water is shallow, green, murky. He stands. Water at his chest. A white boat drifts under the bridge. Several casual men in sunglasses stare down at him. They burst out laughing. One points. The Blonde Woman, startled, is helped down from the railing by one of the men in the boat. She is fine. She laughs. Brian, soaked, tries to climb the canal wall. His hand slips on moss. He falls back. SPLASH. The men laugh harder. **SCENE 5** **EXT. BUSY AMSTERDAM STREET - DAY** Brian, dripping, stands on a crowded street. Trams pass. Tourists ignore him. He wrings out his sweater vest. Looks around. No Laina. He almost smiles. A hand touches his shoulder. Laina. Inches from his face. Eyes wide. Smile fixed. She does not blink. LAINA Found you, my love! I'm never letting you go! Brian's braces catch the light. His smile is frozen. CAMERA PULLS BACK. RISES. Above the rooftops. Above the gables. Above the city. A FLYING SAUCER descends slowly over Amsterdam. Silent. Huge. Unmistakable. HARD CUT TO: **SCENE 6** **EXT. AMSTERDAM STREET - DAY (CONTINUOUS)** CLOSE-UP. Alien Guy, face to camera, arms raised, ecstatic. ALIEN GUY I knew it! I knew it! I knew it! **THE END.**