Amsterdam Comedy Short Film Script Prompt

INT. HOTEL ROOM - DAY BRIAN (20s, red-and-black plaid sweater vest over light blue polo, side-swept blonde hair, braces) packs a small backpack. He glances at the window. Below, on the canal street, LAINA (20s, wide-eyed, fixed smile) stands perfectly still, staring up at his window. She waves slowly. Brian pulls the curtain. He exhales. He grabs his backpack and slips out the door. EXT. CANAL STREET - DAY Brian walks fast, weaving through tourists. He checks over his shoulder. Laina is not there. He relaxes. A hand grabs his shoulder. It's ALIEN GUY (40s, wild hair, expansive gestures, unshakable conviction). ALIEN GUY Brian. Brian. Listen. She is not what she seems. Brian tries to pull away. ALIEN GUY I saw it. Three nights ago. Tulip field, outskirts. Her ship came down. Silent. Green light. She walked out of the light like she was born from it. Brian shakes his head, keeps walking. ALIEN GUY You have to follow me. I know where the ship is. I can prove it. Brian waves him off, turns a corner. EXT. FLOWER MARKET - DAY Brian weaves through stalls of tulips. He stops at a canal edge to catch his breath. A cyclist swerves to avoid a tourist. Brian steps back. His backpack catches a flower stall's awning. The awning collapses. Buckets of tulips tip over. A cascade of flowers spills into the canal. Brian tries to help. He steps on a bucket. It rolls. He falls backward into a stack of wooden crates. The crates tumble into the canal. The stall owner shouts. Brian scrambles up, apologizing. He runs. EXT. CANAL BRIDGE - DAY Brian sprints across a narrow metal bridge. He looks back. No Laina. No Alien Guy. He turns forward. A BLONDE WOMAN (long blonde hair, black off-shoulder top, shorts) is posed on the railing, leaning over the canal. Below, a white boat passes with several casual men in sunglasses. Brian startles her. She wobbles. He reaches to steady her. He misses. He trips over his own feet. He flips over the railing. SPLASH. Brian flails in the canal. The men on the boat laugh hard. One helps the blonde woman down from the railing. She is unharmed, slightly annoyed. Brian splashes, grabs a floating tulip. He sinks again. EXT. BUSY AMSTERDAM STREET - DAY Brian, soaked, stands on a crowded street. Tram tracks glint. Cyclists ring bells. He is dripping. A hand touches his shoulder. He turns. LAINA Found you, my love! I'm never letting you go! She grips his arm. Her smile is fixed. Her eyes do not blink. Brian tries to pull away. She does not let go. The crowd parts. A shadow falls over them. The camera rises slowly. A flying saucer descends over the city, silent, green light pulsing. HARD CUT TO: CLOSE-UP - ALIEN GUY He is cheering, ecstatic, arms raised. ALIEN GUY I knew it! I knew it! I knew it! THE END.