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Today's scene is in fact one I wrote today. It's one of the last scenes I have left to draft for the Hood pilot, which I need to have a solid and serviceable first version of for this Friday.

A tenent of dramatic storytelling is that for your protagonist's arc to be compelling, they must have a journey that really challenges them and requires the farthest possible distance for them to go in order to reach their goal. In this case, we set Robin up as a trust fund brat who inherited a huge company and never had to work hard or struggle in his life. We did that so that in the course of the story he would have all that taken away, all his money, position, and power, so that when he starts on the journey of the series, he cannot fall back on all his usual tools and safeguards. That will require him to develop skills, self-reliance, fortitude-- and most of all, an empathy for others who don't have the advantages he lucked into.

This scene is right after he's been declared an "outlaw" basically. Even though he's innocent of the crime they accused him of, the police are closing in on him. They follow him constantly and shut down his bank accounts, and he concludes the only way to remain a free man is to run away. Unfortunately his escape plan goes awry and he is run aground by police pursuers in "Sherwood," the local rundown urban area. Up to this point, his privilege and money has shielded him from all struggle. But here's what happens when the prince is forced out of his kingdom to live in the real world, and how hard it is for him to face that kind of suffering.

Rich Boy Out of Water
From Hood pilot
By Phoebe Roberts

ROBIN LOCKSLEY, a trust fund baby on the run from the law
MUCH MILLER, a teenaged thief


Robin drags himself and his knapsack up onto the docks, soaked and gasping.

He sits up with effort and goes through his bag. All his clothes and personal items are soaked through, even the envelope of cash. He takes it out of the bag and tucks it into his pocket.


Robin trudges along, taking in the details of the surrounding area. The streets are dirty and narrow, crowded with rundown buildings, dilapidated tenements, and storefronts that are mostly abandoned. His wet shoes squish with every step.


The deeper Robin wanders into the city, the more and more he sees the displaced residents of Barnstable driven from their homes by the disaster. The farther he goes, the denser it becomes with the improvised housing settlements springing up through Sherwood.

Robin watches people hack together structures of anything they can find; shipping containers, corrugated metal, scavenged plywood, sheets of plastic. Some of the residents are obviously transients, but he is surprised to see so many families, many with small children.

He watches for a while but hangs back, and when some draw near he pulls back in an instinctive discomfort.


Robin attempts to cut through an empty lot, but runs into a gangly seventeen-year-old, MUCH MILLER, as he hops the chain link fence.

Hey! Watch it! What the hell happened to you?

Sorry, I’m into night swimming. Hey, kid, you from around here?

Maybe. Why?

I don’t have my phone on me. Is there, like, a motel somewhere nearby?

A motel? You on vacation?

He turns to take off.

Look, I’ll give you a hundred bucks if you just tell me the nearest place I can get a room.

That’s enough to stop him. He looks back.

Really? Show me the cash.

Annoyed, Robin pulls out the bills. Much notices the envelope in his pocket.

You satisfied?

Much snags the money out of his hand.

There’s a Super 8 off the next south exit. About five miles out.

Five miles!? If I could get that far, I wouldn’t need the goddamn motel.

Get a cab.


That’ll cost you another hundred bucks.

Much shoves past Robin to walk off. Robin glares after him, then touches the pocket where his cash was supposed to be. He feels the envelope is missing.

Hey! You little bastard, get back here!

The kid takes off running and Robin tears after him.


Much turns into an alleyway with Robin gaining. But just as Robin gets close, the kid ducks under a cast iron fire escape off one of the buildings and yanks down the ladder behind him. The ladder slams into Robin and knocks him flat out.

Robin rolls helplessly on the ground, groaning. Much comes back for a moment, watching him. Then he snatches Robin’s dropped knapsack and runs away again.


Exhausted and dejected, Robin staggers through the back streets. He looks off in the direction of the squatters’ settlement, then decides against it. Too tired to keep going, he finds a dumpster and pulls it away from its place agains the wall. He opens the lid to make a makeshift roof, then crawls behind it. Miserably he takes off his jacket and collapses, balling it up under his head. Finally he closes his eyes.

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My name is Phoebe. I'm Boston area theater professional and English professor focused in writing, acting, directing, and modeling. I'm known for having lots of interests, lots of opinions about those interests, and a very high estimation of the value thereof. This blog is for talking about whatever's on my mind, from my daily life to my activities to musing on any number of abstract topics. Thanks for taking the time to read.

My productions:

Upcoming Productions:

MRS. HAWKING part 2 and 3

at the Watch City Steampunk Festival 2016

presented by The Chameleon's Dish

Vivat Regina
by Phoebe Roberts

at 2PM


Base Instruments
by Phoebe Roberts

at 6PM

Saturday, May 13th 2017
at 274 Moody Street, Waltham, MA

Other Achievements:

"The Tailor at Loring's End" screenplay
Quarter Finalist in the Final Draft Big Break Screenwriting Competition 2013

"Adonis" screenplay
Top Ten Percent in the Bluecat Screenwriting Contest 2015

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