Script For Speed-Bound

 Chapter 1: Adolescence

Scene begins in Anthony’s bedroom at night. The room is dimly lit, with only the glow from the video game screen casting a faint light. Anthony, around 10, is laying in bed, holding a gaming controller under the covers. He’s trying to be quiet, his eyes focused on the game as he maneuvers the car through a race.

Sound: The low hum of the game and the occasional car engine revving fill the room.

The door creaks open, and Anthony’s mother enters, silhouetted against the light from the hallway.

Mom: (softly, lovingly)
"Sweetheart, what are you doing still awake?"

Anthony freezes, his eyes wide, quickly pausing the game and pretending to be asleep.

Anthony: (mumbling in his sleep)
"Just... sleeping, Mom..."

Mom: (approaching his bedside, looking down at him with a warm smile)
"I can hear the game, honey. You need your rest. Tomorrow, okay?"

She sits down on the edge of the bed, gently brushing his hair out of his face. Anthony glances at her, trying to hide his eager excitement behind a sleepy face.

Mom: (gently, but firm)
"You’ve been playing all night. You’ve got to get some sleep. You can race tomorrow."

She leans in, brushing his hair again as if calming him into sleep. Anthony's eyes sparkle with the longing for more racing, but he nods slowly.

Anthony: (with a small, disappointed sigh)
"Okay, Mom..."

Mom: (smiling softly)
"Goodnight, my little racer."

She kisses him on the forehead and walks toward the door.

Anthony: (under his breath, excited)
"Tomorrow..."

Chapter 2: Teenage Years

Scene opens in Anthony’s bedroom.
Morning light seeps through the blinds. An alarm buzzes. Anthony groggily wakes up, rubbing his face before stretching.

Montage:

• Anthony steps into the shower, water splashing as he exhales deeply.
• Towel around his shoulders, he does push-ups on the floor, sweat building.
• Throws on a hoodie and steps outside.

EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD – MORNING
Anthony meets his friend, leaning against a car, grinning.

Friend: (smirking)
"Yo, there’s a street race tonight. Big one. You in?"

Anthony: (raising an eyebrow)
"You know I don’t have a car."

Friend: (grinning)
"That’s never stopped you before."

Anthony smirks, already thinking.

EXT. HIGH-END DRIVEWAY – AFTERNOON
Anthony, dressed in work clothes, washes a sleek sports car. He glances around, debating. He grips the keys in his pocket. A beat. Then—he hops in.

INT. CAR – NIGHT
Anthony tightens his grip on the wheel. The city lights flicker over his face as he pulls up to the race spot.

EXT. STREET RACE LOCATION – NIGHT
Engines rev. People crowd around. Anthony steps out, eyes locking on his opponent—JAAN, leaning against his car, smirking.

Jaan: (chuckling)
"You sure you’re ready for this, kid?"

Anthony: (grinning back)
"We’ll see."

A race official steps between them, raising his hands.

Race Official:
"On my go…!"

Engines roar. Tires screech.

Race Official: (drops hands)
"GO!"

THE RACE – FAST PACED SEQUENCE

• Anthony and Jaan speed down the stretch, side by side.
• Anthony’s car inches ahead, but Jaan cuts him off last second.
• A sharp turn—Anthony barely avoids scraping a wall.
• Jaan tries to block, but Anthony finds a gap, pushing forward.
• The finish line approaches—Anthony floors it!

EXT. FINISH LINE – NIGHT
Anthony crosses first. Tires screech as he stops. Silence. Then—cheers erupt!

Jaan: (grinning, shaking his head)
"Not bad, kid."

A man walks up, handing Anthony a briefcase.

Man:
"Welcome to the real game."

Anthony exhales, gripping the briefcase, realizing—this is just the beginning.

FADE TO BLACK.

Chapter 3: The Final Race (Wordless Scene, 40 Seconds)

FADE IN:

EXT. CITY STREETS – NIGHT
A luxury high-end sports car sits under neon lights, its polished surface reflecting the city glow.

Quick Shots:

• Close-up of the car’s emblem.
• Slow pan along its sleek body, showcasing its aggressive design.
• Shot of Anthony’s hand gripping the steering wheel, fingers tapping in anticipation.
• Foot pressing down on the pedal, engine humming to life.

The car rolls forward, headlights illuminating the empty street ahead.

EXT. INTERSECTION – NIGHT
Another high-end car sits at a red light, its driver unseen. The two machines idle side by side, the low growl of their engines filling the air.

Close-Up Shots:

• Anthony’s gloved hands tightening on the wheel.
• His foot shifting, ready to launch.
• The rival car’s engine revving in response.

Anthony slowly pulls his helmet over his head, tightening the strap. A beat. The tension builds.

Final Shot:
Anthony gives a single nod. The streetlights change. The engines ROAR—

CUT TO BLACK.

CREDITS ROLL.