"He's not wrong but..." Storyboard version

"He's not wrong but..." Storyboard version - student project

A storyboarded version of Olaf de Fleur's Skillshare guide to scripting, focusing on someone crossing the street. The Storyboard template I have has no space for dialogue text so that's why the text is in the panels...


OG Script:

  He’s not wrong, but… 



We open on a downhill road. The street and road are cracked and sun-bleached. It is a very hot summer’s noonday, the sun is bathing the world in an oppressive white light. Cicadas chirp noisily, and in the distance, there are sounds of traffic. A red car slowly drives into view at the top of the hill, in a way that seems unimportant. A man is walking down to the bus stop on the other side.


We cut to the shoes of Franklin (20) waiting at the crosswalk, slowly panning up to his sweaty, tired face.


He is slouched from the heat and his exhaustion, made worse by his work uniform consisting of a sweat-stained polo shirt and tight, long, black jeans, and the weight of his suitcase. His face, drooped and squinting against the sunlight, longs for a nap.


The area across the crosswalk seems to be empty. Franklin wipes the sweat from his face, the sun is blinding from every angle.   


Franklin is impatient, he is tired, hot, and wants to go home. Scoffing, he crosses the street to the bus stop without looking both ways.


Then Franklin finds himself walking into the path of the red car from the top of the hill and almost gets run over. The car honks angrily as Franklin lets it pass.  


Franklin makes it to the other side with an embarrassed look on his face.  


Franklin is grateful his parents aren’t there to scold him for not being careful. 

FRANKLIN(Voice Over):


The worst part of growing up is that your folks aren’t there to save you if you mess up. The best part is that they can’t yell at you when you mess up. 


Franklin walks up to the bus stop, where George (24) - the man we saw on the other side at the beginning of the scene, is staring at him, having seen the incident play out, before turning away when Franklin stands next to him. 


George’s eyes shift around ponderously. After a moment of silence, George turns to him.



Say, do you always cross like that?






You could get hit like that you know.



I’m sorry, who are you?



George, we work at the same place, anyway, you should -


Franklin(Interrupting George):

I’m sorry, I don’t want to talk about this right now.



Yeah, but - 


Franklin (Irritated, Interrupting):

I don’t want to talk about it.


George (irritated):

If you would just -


Cut to Franklin, visibly annoyed.


Franklin (Angry):

I said I don’t wanna talk about it!


Cut to George, angry.


George (waving his finger at Franklin):

Now you listen here, young man!


Cut to them both in the same shot. Franklin turns to George in disbelief.






Didn’t your parents ever teach you about safety?



My parents?! Mind your own -



You look, both ways, when you cross the street, every time! Is that clear young man?



 Young man?! What - Mind your business, you’re not my father!


Cut to George.



No, but he would be ashamed of what’s become of you! Your generation thinks it can do whatever it wants, why back in my day - 


Cut to Franklin, in disbelief at what he’s hearing:



My genera- we’re practically the same age!



And yet you waltz across the street like some hyperactive schoolboy! Why in all my years of -


Franklin facepalms, cut to black as George keeps ranting.




Beat boards

Draft, Pt.1

Draft, Pt.2