Planning Blog Script!

 Hello, my loyal listeners and welcome to the script process and boy is it a struggle. You either love it or hate and some days you're going to hate it! It is a big process, and I can already tell this script might undergo some changes but for now buckle up and read as you get ready for our mini movie adventure.

The Last Shot 

A Short Film Script 

Scene 1: The Bell Tower – Dawn 

(A war-torn Italian town. The streets below are empty, shrouded in early morning mist. Inside a crumbling bell tower, a GERMAN SHARPSHOOTER, late 30s, experienced and cold, scans the streets through his scoped rifle. His ASSISTANT, a young CONSCRIPT, sits beside him, tense and uneasy.) 

CONSCRIPT 

(whispering, hesitant) 

We shouldn’t be here. 

SHARPSHOOTER 

(focused, adjusting his aim) 

We have orders. 

CONSCRIPT 

(shaking his head, frustrated) 

Orders from men who are already dead. 

(The Sharpshooter doesn’t react. Below, distant BOOTS crunch on debris. The Conscript shifts uncomfortably.) 

CONSCRIPT 

(quieter, pleading) 

They’ll find us. 

SHARPSHOOTER 

(calm, steady) 

Only if you keep talking. 

(The Conscript exhales shakily, clenching his fists. The tension between them is thick.) 

 

Scene 2: The Streets Below – Morning 

(A small unit of AMERICAN SOLDIERS cautiously moves through the rubble. Their weapons are raised, their eyes scanning windows and rooftops.) 

(Back in the tower, the Sharpshooter’s crosshairs settle on one of them. His finger tightens on the trigger.) 

CONSCRIPT 

(urgent, whispering) 

Don’t. 

SHARPSHOOTER 

(calm, not looking away) 

They’re the enemy. 

CONSCRIPT 

(gritted teeth) 

They’re just men. 

(The Sharpshooter exhales, steadying himself. The Conscript watches, breathing heavy. A decision is made—he LUNGES, slamming into the Sharpshooter just as the shot fires.) 

(The bullet misses. Below, the Americans freeze, then scramble for cover. The moment of surprise is lost.) 

 

Scene 3: The Tower – Chaos 

(The Sharpshooter shoves the Conscript off, FURIOUS. They struggle. Below, the Americans return fire, BULLETS splintering the wooden walls.) 

SHARPSHOOTER 

(shouting, enraged) 

You IDIOT! 

(The Conscript, breathless, reaches for the rifle, but the Sharpshooter is faster. He rips it away, eyes burning with rage.) 

(A BULLET tears through the wall inches from the Sharpshooter’s head. The fight is interrupted by reality—they are PINNED DOWN.) 

(The Conscript sees an opening—he DRAWS A KNIFE. His hands shake, but his eyes are steady.) 

CONSCRIPT 

I won’t let you kill them. 

(The Sharpshooter hesitates—just for a moment. It’s all the Conscript needs. He moves forward—too fast, too desperate.) 

(A SHOT rings out. The Conscript stops. His breath hitches. He looks down—a BLOODSTAIN spreads across his uniform.) 

(He staggers. Collapses.) 

(The Sharpshooter stands frozen, rifle still raised, eyes wide with something unreadable.) 

(BOOTS THUNDER up the stairs. The Americans are coming.) 

(The Sharpshooter doesn’t resist. He drops his rifle. His hands RAISE in surrender.) 

 

Scene 4: Aftermath – Noon 

(The Conscript’s lifeless body lies in the broken tower.) 

(Outside, the Sharpshooter is led through the town, his hands bound. American soldiers surround him. Civilians watch in silence.) 

(His face is blank. His eyes stare ahead. Unseeing. Unfeeling.) 

(The ruined bell tower looms behind him. Empty now.) 

FADE TO BLACK. 

END.