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By Gary O. BennettParodicalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06746436599256236061noreply@blogger.comBlogger180125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665553421557497824.post-14135372099778775002018-05-16T14:19:00.003-07:002018-05-16T14:19:19.836-07:00A Little Misunderstanding INT SMALL ROOM<br />
<br />
TERESA sits on a chair over a coffee table examining a chess<br />
board which is set up with pieces in the middle of a game.<br />
Teresa seems fidgety. A moment passes. NICKY walks in and<br />
sits down opposite Teresa. Nicky is wearing black gloves and<br />
a loose jacket. She looks at the chess board. Teresa looks<br />
at Nicky.<br />
<br />
TERESA<br />
Did you do it?<br />
<br />
NICKY<br />
You didn't move.<br />
<br />
TERESA<br />
Nicky, did you do it?<br />
<br />
NICKY<br />
Yes.<br />
<br />
TERESA<br />
Good.<br />
<br />
NICKY<br />
Are you going to move?<br />
<br />
TERESA<br />
What was all the yelling about? I<br />
could hear it way down here.<br />
<br />
NICKY<br />
He wasn't happy about it, Teresa.<br />
<br />
TERESA<br />
Yeah. OK. But the screaming. Why<br />
was he screaming?<br />
<br />
NICKY<br />
He was in pain. You know you are<br />
in check.<br />
<br />
TERESA<br />
Well, he should be in pain. I hope<br />
it hurt. Jeeeesh, was he really in<br />
so much pain? I did not know he<br />
even cared.<br />
<br />
NICKY<br />
You need to focus on the board,<br />
Teresa.<br />
<br />
Teresa looks down, and then up again at Nicky.<br />
<br />
TERESA<br />
Did he say anything?<br />
<br />
NICKY<br />
Nope.<br />
<br />
TERESA<br />
No?<br />
<br />
NICKY<br />
He said "what the fuck."<br />
<br />
TERESA<br />
Why would he say that?<br />
<br />
NICKY<br />
Teresa, what kind of ditz are you?<br />
He was surprised. Wouldn't you be?<br />
<br />
TERESA<br />
Look Nicky, if I was screwing<br />
around with another man, I would<br />
not be surprised if my finance<br />
broke up with me. The fact that he<br />
was surprised means he's an<br />
arrogant asshole. I am glad he was<br />
in pain. I hope he is still<br />
hurting.<br />
<br />
Nicky reaches for Teresa's king and moves it.<br />
<br />
NICKY<br />
You only have one move, so I just<br />
did it.<br />
<br />
TERESA<br />
Was he crying when you left him?<br />
<br />
NICKY<br />
Of course not.<br />
<br />
TERESA<br />
Bastard. What a bastard. I<br />
bet...I bet he was crying inside.<br />
Inside. Yep. He just didn't want<br />
to show it. Typical of men.<br />
<br />
NICKY<br />
Oh, he was crying.<br />
<br />
TERESA<br />
He was?<br />
<br />
NICKY<br />
Like a baby. They get that way<br />
when they know it is over.<br />
<br />
TERESA<br />
Oh...oh, maybe I did the wrong<br />
thing. Maybe he is still...you<br />
know, that affair he had, it really<br />
was nothing. The girl was...it<br />
meant nothing to him, I am sure.<br />
You think it meant anything to him?<br />
<br />
NICKY<br />
I wouldn't know, Teresa. But I<br />
never cared for Bob.<br />
<br />
TERESA<br />
You never cared...why not? Bob is<br />
a great guy.<br />
<br />
NICKY<br />
This is really no time to get<br />
misty.<br />
<br />
TERESA<br />
We were about to pick a wedding<br />
date, you know.<br />
<br />
Nicky moves one of her pieces on the chess board.<br />
<br />
NICKY<br />
You're in check again.<br />
<br />
TERESA<br />
I'm going to tell him that I<br />
forgive him and everything is OK.<br />
<br />
Teresa starts to get up. Nicky stops her by a gesture or by<br />
the sound of her voice.<br />
<br />
NICKY<br />
Where are you going?<br />
<br />
TERESA<br />
I'm going to talk to Bob.<br />
<br />
NICKY<br />
OK, so you are either joking or you<br />
have a loose screw. Bob is dead.<br />
<br />
TERESA<br />
Nicky, you are so fast to dismiss<br />
people. Bob and I are in love.<br />
We went through a tiny little rough<br />
patch.<br />
<br />
NICKY<br />
You told me to get rid of him.<br />
Your exact words were to "whack the<br />
asshole."<br />
<br />
TERESA<br />
And apparently you did with all<br />
that screaming. Bob is hurting<br />
right now. I see that.<br />
<br />
Nicky reaches into her jacket and pulls out a hammer (which<br />
has a bloody head) and a knife (which is also bloody). Nicky<br />
places these items on either side of the chess board. Teresa<br />
goes wide eyed.<br />
<br />
NICKY<br />
I whacked him, Teresa. So Bob is<br />
no longer hurting. And you cannot<br />
talk with Bob because he won't<br />
respond. So I suggest you move on<br />
with your life.<br />
<br />
TERESA<br />
You...you killed him?<br />
<br />
NICKY<br />
Oh, so are you telling me I<br />
misunderstood you?<br />
<br />
Teresa is overwhelmed, feels sick. She then vomits all over<br />
the chessboard. She does this below the frame of the CAMERA.<br />
<br />
NICKY (CONT'D)<br />
Oh shit.<br />
<br />
Teresa's head rises up. She is wiping her mouth with her<br />
sleeve or possibly her shirt.<br />
<br />
NICKY (CONT'D)<br />
Great job.<br />
<br />
TERESA<br />
I hate chess. I think you should<br />
clean it up.<br />
<br />
NICKY<br />
You think, huh?<br />
<br />
TERESA<br />
You caused this.<br />
<br />
NICKY<br />
So are we OK, now?<br />
<br />
TERESA<br />
Nicky, you know...next time try not<br />
to be so dramatic.<br />
<br />
NICKY<br />
Sticks and stones break bones.<br />
It's the only way to get the point<br />
across. I'll clean up.<br />
<br />
Nicky gets up.<br />
<br />
FADE TO BLACK.<br />
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Parodicalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06746436599256236061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665553421557497824.post-37303895650328403652018-01-07T19:39:00.003-08:002018-01-07T19:39:53.698-08:00Gus's Search INT. STUDIO CATHY AND LILS DAY<br />
<br />
Cathy Crew wears a headset and stands next to a video<br />
camera. In front of the camera stands Lils.<br />
<br />
CATHY<br />
Do you know why you're here?<br />
<br />
LILS<br />
Yes.<br />
<br />
CATHY<br />
No you don't. That's a lie. That's<br />
your first lie. No more lies. Do you<br />
know why you're here?<br />
<br />
LILS<br />
No.<br />
<br />
CATHY<br />
You're here because Gus is not happy.<br />
<br />
LILS<br />
Gus?<br />
<br />
CATHY<br />
Gus. The director. He's not happy.<br />
They're forcing him to take a movie<br />
star. A movie star that he doesn't<br />
want. He's not happy and he's trying<br />
to find a replacement. He's going to<br />
fight.<br />
<br />
LILS<br />
What movie star?<br />
<br />
CATHY<br />
That's none of your business. Concern<br />
yourself with your business. Do you<br />
know what your business is?<br />
<br />
LILS<br />
No.<br />
<br />
CATHY<br />
That's your second lie. You're an<br />
actor. You are an actor, aren't you?<br />
<br />
LILS<br />
Yes.<br />
<br />
CATHY<br />
What's your name?<br />
<br />
LILS<br />
Lils.<br />
<br />
CATHY<br />
Lils. Lils is not a name. It's short<br />
for something, like Lilian or Lily or<br />
Lilith. What's your name?<br />
<br />
LILS<br />
It's just Lils, honest.<br />
<br />
CATHY<br />
I don't believe you.<br />
<br />
LILS<br />
It's true.<br />
<br />
CATHY<br />
It doesn't matter that it's true. You<br />
must make me belive its true -- whether<br />
it is or isn't is irrelevant. That's<br />
the job of the actor. Are you off<br />
book?<br />
<br />
LILS<br />
Sort of.<br />
<br />
CATHY<br />
You either are or you aren't Gus<br />
doesn't want amateurs. He's not<br />
interested in amateurs. He needs a<br />
real pro, someone he can work with,<br />
someone he can trust. Are you that<br />
person?<br />
<br />
LILS<br />
I hope so.<br />
<br />
CATHY<br />
Are you off book?<br />
<br />
LILS<br />
Yes.<br />
<br />
CATHY<br />
This has to be good. If you're good, I<br />
look good. If I look good, that means<br />
Gus is happy. You want Gus to be<br />
happy?<br />
<br />
LILS<br />
Yes.<br />
<br />
CATHY<br />
Then we have an understanding. Look<br />
into the camera.<br />
<br />
LILS<br />
You want me to play to the camera?<br />
<br />
CATHY<br />
What's your character?<br />
<br />
LILS<br />
My character?<br />
<br />
CATHY<br />
Your character. Your character.<br />
<br />
LILS<br />
Oh, I'm a reporter.<br />
<br />
CATHY<br />
So you look into the camera. It's your<br />
job. That's what you do.<br />
<br />
LILS<br />
Yes.<br />
<br />
CATHY<br />
Look into the camera, and when I say<br />
action, you start. Got that?<br />
<br />
LILS<br />
Yes.<br />
<br />
CATHY<br />
We'll start with a rehearsal. Action.<br />
<br />
LILS<br />
Should I start now?<br />
<br />
CATHY<br />
You need to listen. I said when I say<br />
action, you start. I said action. Now<br />
I'll say it again. Action.<br />
<br />
LILS<br />
(to the camera)<br />
My name is Suzanne Maretto. No. Wait.<br />
I'm sorry. Suzanne Maretto is my<br />
married name. My own name is...<br />
<br />
CATHY<br />
Cut. What are you doing?<br />
<br />
LILS<br />
I'm talking to the camera.<br />
<br />
CATHY<br />
That's the problem. Nobody talks to a<br />
camera. The camera can't hear you.<br />
The camera is an inanimate object.<br />
<br />
LILS<br />
You told me to talk to the camera.<br />
<br />
CATHY<br />
No I didn't. I said look at the<br />
camera. You are talking to your fans,<br />
your public, the viewing public.<br />
<br />
LILS<br />
Yes.<br />
<br />
CATHY<br />
Action.<br />
<br />
LILS<br />
Should I start from the beginning?<br />
<br />
CATHY<br />
Yes. Yes. Action.<br />
<br />
LILS<br />
My name is Suzanne Maretto. No. Wait.<br />
I'm sorry. Suzanne Maretto is my<br />
married name. My own name is Suzanne<br />
Stone. That's my professional name.<br />
It's not like I have negative feelings<br />
about the name Maretto.<br />
<br />
CATHY<br />
Cut. What do you want?<br />
<br />
LILS<br />
What do I want?<br />
<br />
CATHY<br />
Your objective, your intention, your<br />
motivation. Why are you talking to<br />
your public? This is acting 101 stuff.<br />
You are an actor?<br />
<br />
LILS<br />
Yes.<br />
<br />
CATHY<br />
Where did you train?<br />
<br />
LILS<br />
It's on my resume.<br />
<br />
CATHY<br />
I don't read resumes. Resumes are<br />
bullshit. Resumes are fictional<br />
accounts of actors' fantasies. Where<br />
did you train?<br />
<br />
LILS<br />
UCLA.<br />
<br />
CATHY<br />
That's not training. That's a beauty<br />
school. Is that all you're interested<br />
in? Gus doesn't like beauty queens.<br />
They're weak, they're shallow. Is<br />
being beautiful all you're interested<br />
in?<br />
<br />
LILS<br />
No.<br />
<br />
CATHY<br />
What do you want?<br />
<br />
LILS<br />
I want my public to like me.<br />
<br />
CATHY<br />
Good. That's something. Use it.<br />
Action.<br />
<br />
LILS<br />
My name is Suzanne Maretto. No. Wait.<br />
I'm sorry. Suzanne Maretto is my<br />
married name. My own name is Suzanne<br />
Stone. That's my professional name.<br />
It's not like I have negative feelings<br />
about the name Maretto. Maretto is the<br />
name after all of my husband who I<br />
loved very, very much, and also, of<br />
course, of his parents, Joe and Angela<br />
Maretto -- and of his lovely and<br />
talented sister, Janice Maretto -- who<br />
have been like a second mother and<br />
father to me and I regard as I do my<br />
own family -- particularly since my<br />
recent tragedy, and who just knowing<br />
and being related to them have given me<br />
what I think is a very precious and<br />
valuable insight into the different<br />
kinds of ethnic relationships that are<br />
part of the very things that I've been<br />
trying to explore as a member of the<br />
professional media.<br />
<br />
INT. OFFICE GUS AND LILS DAY<br />
<br />
Gus sits at his desk. Lils sits in a chair opposite Gus.<br />
<br />
GUS<br />
I'm told you have something.<br />
<br />
LILS<br />
What is it that I have?<br />
<br />
GUS<br />
I'm told that you're green, that you<br />
don't have much of any technique, that<br />
you may not understand the work ethic<br />
of an actor. But that you have<br />
something. Frankly, sitting here,<br />
across this table, I don't see it. I<br />
don't see what you have. Your name is<br />
Lils Lockhart? Sounds phoney. Doesn't<br />
sound like a real name. What's your<br />
real name?<br />
<br />
LILS<br />
It's Lils Lockhart.<br />
<br />
GUS<br />
Don't get an attitude. Attitude will<br />
kill an actor. Attitude will poison<br />
your heart.<br />
<br />
LILS<br />
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...<br />
<br />
GUS<br />
Don't do a dance with me Lils Lockhart.<br />
I don't dance with my actors. I<br />
direct. I direct. Do you know what a<br />
director is?<br />
<br />
LILS<br />
Yes.<br />
<br />
GUS<br />
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Parodicalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06746436599256236061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665553421557497824.post-15843235452385660682018-01-07T19:35:00.004-08:002023-02-14T08:28:49.209-08:00Godiva Nun<p><span style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px;">INT. LOCKED CHAMBER</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 36px;">Rose sits opposite Tina. Tina is dressed formally. Rose is</p><p class="p3" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 36px;">in prison clothes. Rose is crying. Tina is going through</p><p class="p3" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 36px;">her bag. A few moments pass.</p><p class="p4" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 180px;">TINA</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">I'd appreciate it if you'd stop crying.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 36px;">Rose continues to cry.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 36px; text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>TINA (contíd)</p><p class="p3" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 36px;"><span> <span> </span><span> </span></span>You have only thirty minutes, so let's</p><p class="p3" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 36px;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>spend it productively.</p><p class="p4" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 180px;">ROSE</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">Productively?</p><p class="p4" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 180px;">TINA</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">Yes. We should talk.</p><p class="p4" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 180px;">ROSE</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">What is talking going to do?</p><p class="p4" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 180px;">TINA</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">Look, I've done fifteen of these in the last three years. It's becoming a regular thing. Flying back and forth between Florida and Texas. It's mostly Florida and Texas. Florida and Texas. It's something about the warm weather that gets these states to well, you know, do what they're doing to you. So, anyway, I'm getting very good at this.</p><p class="p4" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 180px;">ROSE</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">Good at what?</p><p class="p4" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 180px;">TINA</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">Talking. Oh, by the way, I can't stay for the whole thirty minutes.</p><p class="p4" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 180px;">ROSE</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">You can't stay?</p><p class="p4" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 180px;">TINA</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">Flight. Back to Florida. Pensacola,</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">mind you. It's not even Miami or</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">Orlando, someplace with a little</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">entertainment. The panhandle. Dreadful. Consider yourself lucky.</p><p class="p4" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 180px;">ROSE</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">Lucky?</p><p class="p4" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 180px;">TINA</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">A car service is coming is twenty</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">minutes. So we don't have much time.</p><p class="p4" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 180px;">ROSE</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">WE don't have much time!</p><p class="p4" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 180px;">TINA</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">The way this works is that you talk about what you did, confess it all, get it off your chest, clear the old conscience, ask for forgiveness, cry a little...a little more than you have been, that is, and then go to the gas chamber. Now look, we've wasted five minutes with all this orientation stuff, so can we get started?</p><p class="p4" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 180px;">ROSE</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">Didn't you read my case?</p><p class="p4" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 180px;">TINA</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">I have your file right here.</p><p class="p4" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 180px;">ROSE</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">I'm innocent. The file shows that I claim to be innocent. So I have nothing to confess. I have nothing to get off my chest. I have a clear conscience.</p><p class="p4" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 180px;">TINA</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">Yes.</p><p class="p4" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 180px;">ROSE</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">So we have nothing to talk about.</p><p class="p4" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 180px;">TINA</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">Yes...well, usually this "I'm innocent" thing gets dropped by now...I mean really, they're dropping that little cyanide pill in a bucket of acid in 22 minutes. For chrissake, don't you want to go to your grave with a clear</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">conscience?</p><p class="p4" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 180px;">ROSE</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">I have 22 minutes, and I'd like to be alone. I'd like to...I'd like to try not to feel hate...I don't want to feel hate while they're bringing me to the the...so could you just leave and leave me alone.</p><p class="p4" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 180px;">TINA</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">Oh, I can't do that. Alone is bad.</p><p class="p4" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 180px;">ROSE</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">I can't believe this. Who picks the people who do what you do?</p><p class="p4" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 180px;">TINA</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">I have a present for you.</p><p class="p4" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 180px;">ROSE</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">A present?</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 36px;">Tina pulls out a small box.</p><p class="p4" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 180px;">TINA</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">Chocolates. There from Godiva. Very expensive. It's there small box, only four candies, which is usually sufficient given the time constraints.</p><p class="p4" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 180px;">ROSE</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">You think I have an appetite?</p><p class="p4" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 180px;">TINA</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">I'm known as the Godiva Nun. Funny, isn't it? Would you like one?</p><p class="p4" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 180px;">ROSE</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">OK, so now I get it. Sitting in a room with you is worse than sitting in a gas chamber. That's the service you perform. Is that it? Is that your technique? You make the inmate beg to be taken to the gas chamber because they can't stand another second being alone with you.</p><p class="p4" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 180px;">TINA</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">You don't have to get nasty.</p><p class="p4" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 180px;">ROSE</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">Do you have a degree? Do they require some kind of training for what you do? Does Pope John Paul know he has nuns like you running around destroying the last moments of someone's life?</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 36px;">Tina looks at Rose's file.</p><p class="p4" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 180px;">TINA</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">Listen, Gloria, I have never had to deal with such an attitude.</p><p class="p4" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 180px;">ROSE</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">My name is not Gloria. My name is Rose.</p><p class="p4" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 180px;">TINA</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">Poor thing. You are in such deep denial that you've changed your name from Gloria Vinson to Rose.</p><p class="p4" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 180px;">ROSE</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">My name is Rose Mittleman. Gloria Vinson is down the hall. She's scheduled in two weeks. Don't tell me you're supposed to visit her too?</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 36px;">Tina looks in her bag and pulls out another file.</p><p class="p4" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 180px;">TINA</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">Oh. Oh jeez. I've never done that before. Sorry. Jet lag. So you're Rose Mittleman. Yes. Yes. Oh well, you won't be needing me anymore.</p><p class="p4" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 180px;">ROSE</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">I never needed you.</p><p class="p4" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 180px;">TINA</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">Here's your pardon letter. I forgot. Silly me. I get things so confused sometimes.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 36px;">Rose takes the letter and reads it.</p><p class="p4" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 180px;">TINA (CONTÍD)</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">Running around from state to state.</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">Never getting any sleep. And you know the food is just the pits on those big jets. Just nuts and soda. Thank god you can buy a gin and tonic.</p><p class="p4" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 180px;">ROSE</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">Is this a joke? I've been pardoned by the Governor.</p><p class="p4" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 180px;">TINA</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">Yeah. One of those last minute things. They just gave it to me before I came in...</p><p class="p4" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 180px;">ROSE</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">How could you forget such a thing?</p><p class="p4" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 180px;">TINA</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">Well, you know, those gin and tonics can really screw up your short term memory.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 36px;">Rose hugs Tina.</p><p class="p4" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 180px;">TINA</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">OK. OK. It's OK. So I brought you good news. That's my job. That's my job.</p><p class="p4" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 180px;">ROSE</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">Thank you. Thank you God.</p><p class="p4" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 180px;">TINA</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">My name's Tina. But it's God's will. God's will is what it is.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 36px;">Rose releases Tina.</p><p class="p4" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 180px;">ROSE</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">Thank you Tina.</p><p class="p4" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 180px;">TINA</p><p class="p5" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 108px;">Listen, can I have those chocolates back. They don't have a Godiva store in Pensacola and I didn't plan ahead. So this pardon thing really works out for the best.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 36px;">Rose laughs and hands Tina the box of chocolates.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 12px 0px 0px 36px;">THE END.</p>Parodicalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06746436599256236061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665553421557497824.post-45524422045181003362018-01-07T19:28:00.002-08:002018-01-07T19:28:20.319-08:00God Bless America INT. FRAN'S LIVING ROOM<br />
<br />
Fran sits in a chair. Roxy sits on a couch. On a coffee<br />
table sits a handgun and a pad of paper. A moment passes.<br />
<br />
ROXY<br />
You know, I am in awe.<br />
<br />
FRAN<br />
Uh huh.<br />
<br />
ROXY<br />
About what you did.<br />
<br />
FRAN<br />
Yeah?<br />
<br />
ROXY<br />
Killing that bitch. With a gun, in<br />
broad daylight. How did you get<br />
the courage?<br />
<br />
FRAN<br />
Yeah, I have lots of that.<br />
<br />
ROXY<br />
Is that the gun you used?<br />
<br />
Roxy picks the gun up.<br />
<br />
FRAN<br />
Careful with that.<br />
<br />
ROXY<br />
It's heavy.<br />
<br />
Roxy puts the gun down and picks up the pad of paper. She<br />
reads it out loud.<br />
<br />
ROXY (CONT'D)<br />
Dear Eva,.....(reads note)...this<br />
is a suicide note?<br />
<br />
FRAN<br />
Perceptive.<br />
<br />
ROXY<br />
Your suicide note?<br />
<br />
FRAN<br />
That would be accurate only after I<br />
commit suicide, now wouldn't it.<br />
<br />
ROXY<br />
You can't do that. You can't do<br />
that. OK, this is really bad. No.<br />
Please. That would just ruin<br />
everything. You are everything I<br />
want to be. Oh my god, oh my god.<br />
<br />
Roxy is getting very upset. Almost frantic - in tears. Fran<br />
picks up the gun and points it at her1 own head.<br />
<br />
ROXY (CONT'D)<br />
Oh fuck...this is the greatest<br />
thing that has happened around<br />
here...what am I going to do. You<br />
can't take away what you started.<br />
It is too brilliant.<br />
<br />
FRAN<br />
I will kill myself if you don't<br />
fucking shut up.<br />
<br />
ROXY<br />
Yes. Yes. OK. OK.<br />
<br />
Roxy does the zipper across the mouth gesture. Then there is<br />
awkward silence. Fran lowers the handgun.<br />
<br />
ROXY (CONT'D)<br />
So...so did you kill her because<br />
you couldn't have her?<br />
<br />
FRAN<br />
I didn't kill her because I<br />
couldn't have her. I killed her<br />
because she wasn't nice.<br />
<br />
ROXY<br />
Yes. Of course. She was a cunt.<br />
But there are so many other cunts<br />
...and pricks...lots of pricks out<br />
there. You can't commit suicide<br />
now.<br />
<br />
Fran throws her a look.<br />
<br />
ROXY (CONT'D)<br />
I mean never You should never<br />
commit suicide. It's not for you.<br />
Use the gun to kill some one else.<br />
<br />
FRAN<br />
Like who?<br />
<br />
ROXY<br />
Oh god, there's so many...Nascar<br />
fans. I hate Nascar fans with the<br />
beer bellies and big hair<br />
girlfriends. A companion to that<br />
is country music. I hate country<br />
music fans. I loathe people who<br />
dress their babies in band t<br />
shirts. And...and...Taylor Swift.<br />
I dislike Taylor Swift.<br />
<br />
FRAN<br />
I like Taylor Swift.<br />
<br />
ROXY<br />
Yes. Yes. I like Taylor Swift<br />
too. Her new song...it's catchy.<br />
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Parodicalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06746436599256236061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665553421557497824.post-18981967207628451512018-01-07T19:23:00.003-08:002018-01-07T19:23:42.467-08:00Gloria ? INT. LIVING ROOM<br />
<br />
GLORIA walks into frame. She is placing on a jacket or<br />
coat. A male voice, TIM, off screen addresses Gloria.<br />
<br />
TIM<br />
We're late. So let's move it.<br />
<br />
GLORIA<br />
Excuse me? Do I know you?<br />
<br />
TIM<br />
Your shoes. You don't have your<br />
shoes on.<br />
<br />
GLORIA<br />
Where am I?<br />
<br />
TIM<br />
This is a very important meeting.<br />
A big client. We have to impress.<br />
<br />
GLORIA<br />
Is this some kind of game?<br />
<br />
TIM<br />
Game? What game? Gloria, please.<br />
<br />
GLORIA<br />
My name is not Gloria.<br />
It's...It's...Amy. My name is Amy.<br />
<br />
TIM<br />
OK. I get it. It's April first.<br />
April fools. Joke's over. The<br />
shoes?<br />
<br />
GLORIA<br />
It's April?<br />
<br />
TIM<br />
This is a million dollar account.<br />
You have to be on your best<br />
behavior.<br />
<br />
GLORIA<br />
You think we're married?<br />
<br />
TIM<br />
Gloria. I'm now getting annoyed.<br />
<br />
GLORIA<br />
I am almost certain that I am not<br />
Gloria, I am not married to you<br />
and...and...is this our home? No<br />
wait, this is my home. What are<br />
you doing in my home?<br />
<br />
TIM<br />
Gloria.<br />
<br />
GLORIA<br />
You've broken into my house and...<br />
and... and your wearing my<br />
husband's clothes. Do we have<br />
children? We have children. I<br />
have a child. He's a boy. What<br />
have you done with him?<br />
<br />
TIM<br />
OK, your starting to worry me...<br />
<br />
GLORIA<br />
Let me tell you what you need to<br />
worry about... a mother's wrath.<br />
What did you do with my son? I<br />
swear I will take a serrated<br />
kitchen knife and cut your penis<br />
off and put it on a hot dog bun if<br />
you don't get out of my house and<br />
leave us alone.<br />
<br />
Gloria tries to calm herself. She takes a deep breath, and<br />
morphs into a relaxed wife.<br />
<br />
GLORIA (CONT'D)<br />
(to herself)<br />
Wow. That was cool. Hadn't felt<br />
that since I played Lady MacBeth in<br />
high school. Sorry. Hey. It's<br />
April Fools. Let's go to dinner.<br />
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Parodicalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06746436599256236061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665553421557497824.post-52571278087169590282018-01-02T14:00:00.004-08:002018-01-02T14:02:15.539-08:00Genitals INT. RESTAURANT<br />
<br />
PHYLLIS<br />
I have it all figured out. A love affair<br />
lasts seven years and three months.<br />
<br />
CLAIRE<br />
You're an expert?<br />
<br />
PHYLLIS<br />
Observation. Experience. Yeah, I'm an<br />
expert.<br />
<br />
CLAIRE<br />
You're off by six years.<br />
<br />
PHYLLIS<br />
Excuse me?<br />
<br />
CLAIRE<br />
One year and three months. Fifteen<br />
months. After fifteen months, the<br />
genitals stop humming.<br />
<br />
PHYLLIS<br />
Genitals?<br />
<br />
CLAIRE<br />
You think about genitals?<br />
<br />
PHYLLIS<br />
No. Yes. It depends.<br />
<br />
CLAIRE<br />
On?<br />
<br />
PHYLLIS<br />
Where I am. Whom I'm with. What we're<br />
doing. If I can see them. You don't<br />
think about them unless you see them.<br />
<br />
CLAIRE<br />
Now you see, that's my problem. Every<br />
guy I see, whether on the street or in<br />
the subway or sitting in a restaurant, or<br />
the kid serving me a Starbucks<br />
cappuccino, I think about their genitals,<br />
about what they look like, what position<br />
they're in.<br />
<br />
PHYLLIS<br />
Are you talking about the whole package?<br />
<br />
CLAIRE<br />
The whole package?<br />
<br />
PHYLLIS<br />
Yeah. The penis and the balls. Or are<br />
you just talking about the balls. I<br />
mean, I think Webster would say that the<br />
balls are the genitals...the penis is a<br />
just an add-on.<br />
<br />
CLAIRE<br />
An add-on? You think of the penis as<br />
simply an add-on?<br />
<br />
PHYLLIS<br />
It's an important add-on. But it's<br />
technically not a genital.<br />
<br />
CLAIRE<br />
I think of the package, OK. Whether the<br />
balls hang up high or below the end of<br />
the penis, whether they're swinging,<br />
whether the penis is circumscised or not.<br />
The whole package. It's a package deal,<br />
Phyllis.<br />
<br />
PHYLLIS<br />
I'm not in disagreement. Except for your<br />
assessment of the length of a love<br />
affair. Fifteen months?<br />
<br />
CLAIRE<br />
Don't you think guys act as if they don't<br />
have genitals? I mean after fifteen<br />
months, they stop thinking about they're<br />
genitals when they're with you.<br />
<br />
PHYLLIS<br />
Not me, Claire. Maybe you, but not me.<br />
<br />
CLAIRE<br />
How can people sit around a room at the<br />
office, trying to do business without one<br />
reference to the several packages resting<br />
on the chairs under the table? I mean<br />
they're just sitting there, six packages,<br />
that's how it was the other day in the<br />
conference room. We're all talking about<br />
this advertising campaign, and all I can<br />
think about are the six sets of genitals<br />
under the table. I look over at Judy,<br />
and I can tell she's not thinking about<br />
what's going n under the table. You<br />
know, I thing they talk to each other?<br />
<br />
PHYLLIS<br />
Talk to each other?<br />
<br />
CLAIRE<br />
Yeah, when a bunch of men are sitting<br />
around a table with women, or without<br />
women, it doesn't matter, there are two<br />
conversations going on, one on top of the<br />
table and one underneath.<br />
<br />
PHYLLIS<br />
You think the genitals are all talking to<br />
each other?<br />
<br />
CLAIRE<br />
I can hear them.<br />
<br />
PHYLLIS<br />
You are mentally ill, Claire. Fifteen<br />
months? This is your problem. You have<br />
had no good experiences with men, none<br />
that have lasted longer than fifteen<br />
months, and now you are hearing<br />
things...you are hearing men's genitals<br />
talking to each other. You are not<br />
serious, because if you are, I'm calling<br />
someone. Tell me you're not serious?<br />
<br />
CLAIRE<br />
First, not only do they talk to each<br />
other, but each ball and the penis each<br />
have their own voice, and they form like<br />
this little clique. There's a lot of<br />
chatter under the table, Phyllis.<br />
<br />
PHYLLIS<br />
Are you in therapy?<br />
<br />
CLAIRE<br />
I can even hear his under the desk. The<br />
noise is deafening.<br />
<br />
At this moment, the waiter comes by.<br />
<br />
WAITER<br />
Anything else?<br />
<br />
CLAIRE<br />
Just the check.<br />
<br />
The waiter places the check on the table. Claire picks it<br />
up.<br />
<br />
CLAIRE (cont'd) (contíd)<br />
Did you hear them?<br />
<br />
PHYLLIS<br />
Hear what?<br />
<br />
CLAIRE<br />
The waiter's? His left ball thought you<br />
were cute.<br />
<br />
PHYLLIS<br />
I am cute.<br />
<br />
CLAIRE<br />
Did you have bacon/ This says you had<br />
bacon?<br />
<br />
PHYLLIS<br />
So his right ball didn't say anything?<br />
<br />
CLAIRE<br />
You don't want to know.<br />
<br />
PHYLLIS<br />
And his penis?<br />
<br />
CLAIRE<br />
I don't speak french.<br />
<br />
PHYLLIS<br />
His penis was speaking french?<br />
<br />
CLAIRE<br />
I hate when they do that. Speak<br />
different languages. They do it just to<br />
annoy us.<br />
<br />
PHYLLIS<br />
I'm not annoyed, Claire. I'm worried<br />
about you.<br />
<br />
CLAIRE<br />
Silly me. I had bacon.<br />
<br />
THE END.<br />
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Parodicalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06746436599256236061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665553421557497824.post-16382215762648456682018-01-02T13:56:00.003-08:002018-01-02T13:56:32.034-08:00Flexon Noble INT. RUBBER ROOM<br />
<br />
SASHA is in a straight jacket sitting on the floor. The room<br />
is bare. Sasha is filthy, her hair matted, her complexion<br />
pale. She has circles under her eyes. Sasha tries to wipe<br />
her nose with the elbow of her jacket.<br />
<br />
We HEAR the sound of as door opening. A bean of light falls<br />
on Sasha and then fall away as the door shuts with a solid<br />
thump.<br />
<br />
Sasha looks up at the person who entered. A plate of food<br />
slides across the floor, which stops immediately in from of<br />
Sasha. We CUT TO to INGRID who rises into frame.<br />
<br />
Ingrid is wearing a uniform, either police-like, maybe a<br />
touch of military. A gun is holstered on a belt. She is<br />
holding an iPad. A Motorola walkie talkie is also attached<br />
to her belt. She swipes through a page or two on her iPad.<br />
<br />
INGRID<br />
We have learned your name. Sasha<br />
Starr. It is embarrassing that it<br />
took this long. I think you should<br />
eat something.<br />
<br />
SASHA<br />
I am not a fucking dog. Take this<br />
thing off.<br />
<br />
Ingrid pauses. She un-clips the walkie from her belt.<br />
<br />
INGRID<br />
(into the walkie)<br />
I'm in Rubber Room 3C. You got us<br />
on the monitor?<br />
<br />
WALKIE<br />
Check.<br />
<br />
INGRID<br />
Can you send two orderlies in to<br />
remove the jacket.<br />
<br />
WALKIE<br />
Is that wise?<br />
<br />
INGRID<br />
Do it.<br />
<br />
Ingrid places the walkie back on her belt.<br />
<br />
INGRID (CONT'D)<br />
We know you don't work for<br />
Greenpeace, or the Wildlife Fund.<br />
The National Resources Defense<br />
Council is virtually a subsidiary<br />
of my employer. The United States<br />
Environmental Protection Agency,<br />
the US Fish and Wildlife Service<br />
and the National Park Service are<br />
all line items on our budget. No<br />
one in these organizations has any<br />
record of you.<br />
<br />
The door opens, two men in orderly uniforms walks in, yank<br />
Sasha up to remove her straight jacket, which they do iwth<br />
marvelous speed. They rip it off and toss Sasha down on the<br />
floor.<br />
<br />
INGRID (CONT'D)<br />
You can leave.<br />
<br />
The orderlies leave. The door shuts. Sasha goes to the<br />
plate of food on the floor and eats the scrambled eggs with<br />
her fingers.<br />
<br />
INGRID (CONT'D)<br />
We own the 350.org Group. Green<br />
Cross International is essentially<br />
a lobby for Flexon Noble, not to<br />
mention the Nature Conservancy, the<br />
Rainforest Alliance, Earthwatch,<br />
The Green Alliance, the John Muir<br />
Foundation and the Earth Liberation<br />
Army. To name a few. We support<br />
all these organizations. And not<br />
one...not one has heard of Sasha<br />
Starr.<br />
<br />
Sasha has finished the eggs. The food is blissful for Sasha<br />
and gives her a sense of well being and strength.<br />
<br />
INGRID (CONT'D)<br />
So who do you work for?<br />
<br />
SASHA<br />
Fuck you.<br />
<br />
INGRID<br />
Your hostility is really rather<br />
quaint. Without Flexon Noble, a<br />
the world's economy as we know it<br />
would cease to exist.<br />
<br />
SASHA<br />
Flexon Noble will one day cease to<br />
exist.<br />
<br />
INGRID<br />
Yes. Of course. Who do you work<br />
for?<br />
<br />
SASHA<br />
I work for myself.<br />
<br />
INGRID<br />
Platform 47, otherwise known as<br />
Deepwater Skyline, was destroyed by<br />
123 carefully rigged aluminum tubes<br />
packed with Semtex. The Semtex was<br />
wired to a wireless receiver that<br />
served as a trigger. When all 123<br />
tubes of Semtex exploded, the four<br />
spires holding the oil platform<br />
collapsed, snapping the drill pipe,<br />
and killing all 68 men and 3 women<br />
on the rig. Thankfully the blowout<br />
protector shut preventing an oil<br />
spill.<br />
<br />
SASHA<br />
Am I supposed to laugh that Flexon<br />
gives a shit about oil spills.<br />
<br />
INGRID<br />
I think you miss the point. You<br />
murdered 71 human beings.<br />
<br />
SASHA<br />
Then why not turn me into the<br />
authorities?<br />
<br />
INGRID<br />
Because we are the authority, Ms.<br />
Starr. The terror perpetrated on<br />
Deepwater Skyline required the<br />
planning of dozens of people. It<br />
necessitated money and expertise.<br />
Who do you work for Ms. Starr?<br />
<br />
Sasha walks up to Ingrid. Ingrid takes this as a threat and<br />
pulls her gun from the holster, aiming it at Sasha. But<br />
Sasha does not stop and before Ingrid can do anything, Sasha<br />
hots the gum out of Ingrid's hand. The gun flies to the<br />
floor. And then Sasha leans into Ingrid and spits on her<br />
face.<br />
<br />
Sasha backs off and starts to laugh. Ingrid remains calm.<br />
She pulls a handkerchief from her pocket and wipes her face.<br />
The door flings open. Two orderlies rush in and grab Sash<br />
and through her violently to the floor, restraining her. The<br />
orderlies hold Sasha's arms tightly behind her back. Sasha's<br />
knees are on the floor, and she looks up at Ingrid with crazy<br />
eyes.<br />
<br />
Ingrid settles, walks calmly to her gun, picks it up and<br />
holsters it. She looks at her iPad and swipes through a few<br />
pages.<br />
<br />
INGRID (CONT'D)<br />
One of our assets in the EPA was<br />
gracious enough to run your name<br />
through a computer and discovered<br />
that you have a step sister who is<br />
the administrative assistant to<br />
Michael Brune, the Executive<br />
Director of the Sierra Club. Your<br />
step sister's name is Hilda Muir<br />
Funk. Hilda Muir Funk is the great<br />
great great granddaughter of John<br />
Muir, the founder of the Sierra<br />
Club. The connection was odd, but<br />
we dismissed it as coincidence. We<br />
have viewed the Sierra Club as<br />
nothing more than an over-eager<br />
hiking organization.<br />
<br />
SASHA<br />
Hilda had nothing to do with this.<br />
<br />
INGRID<br />
(to the orderlies)<br />
You may leave her. She ate the<br />
eggs.<br />
<br />
The orderlies drop Sasha to the floor and leave. Sasha's<br />
anger rises and she hits the plate which had contained the<br />
scrambled eggs. She is starting to feel weak.<br />
<br />
INGRID (CONT'D)<br />
I believe you have just confirmed<br />
that hiking is only part of what<br />
the Sierra Club is all about.<br />
Perhaps they have a terrorist wing.<br />
<br />
SASHA<br />
You enslave me in this prison, you<br />
drug me and starve me. Who is the<br />
terrorist?<br />
<br />
INGRID<br />
Flexon Noble that gets to define<br />
who a terrorist is. Because, well,<br />
because we are the law. We are<br />
performing our moral duty to make<br />
certain the world receives every<br />
drop of oil it needs to make<br />
people's lives better. Taking away<br />
oil is the same as taking away<br />
oxygen. And we will eliminate<br />
anyone that threatens peace,<br />
tranquility and the livelihood and<br />
health of mankind.<br />
<br />
SASHA<br />
You feel it necessary to convince<br />
me.<br />
<br />
INGRID<br />
It is my job description to abscond<br />
and convert. I am converting.<br />
<br />
SASHA<br />
Never.<br />
<br />
INGRID<br />
Tell me about the Sierra Club?<br />
Does their terrorist wing have a<br />
name? Who supervises its<br />
operations?<br />
<br />
SASHA<br />
What did you give me?<br />
<br />
INGRID<br />
Shall I assume it is Hilda Muir<br />
Funk? You know it has been our<br />
experience that blood is thicker<br />
than money. Blood interferes with<br />
the business of oil.<br />
<br />
SASHA<br />
Hilda has nothing to do with this.<br />
I told you. Please leave her<br />
alone.<br />
<br />
INGRID<br />
Just give me a name. Give me<br />
something. I need something,<br />
Sasha.<br />
<br />
SASHA<br />
There is no name.<br />
<br />
INGRID<br />
You would murder 72 of our<br />
employees and yet feel so<br />
passionate about saving the life of<br />
your step sister. Morality is a<br />
relative thing, isn't it.<br />
<br />
SASHA<br />
When you have all the power, you<br />
are in no position to make moral<br />
judgments.<br />
<br />
Sasha falls further to the floor. Ingrid unclips her walkie.<br />
<br />
INGRID<br />
(into the walkie)<br />
Ingrid in Rubber Room 3C. I wish to<br />
maintain jurisdiction over subject.<br />
<br />
WALKIE<br />
Copy.<br />
<br />
Ingrid re-clips the walkie.<br />
<br />
INGRID<br />
There will be no further need for<br />
the straightjacket. That is my<br />
gift to you. You are a strong<br />
woman, Sasha. I respect that.<br />
And...I like you. We'll continue<br />
our work. In this...complicated<br />
world, it is important to have<br />
friends.<br />
<br />
Ingrid turns and leaves. The CAMERA dollies into Sasha, who<br />
is on the floor, but looks up. Her knowing rage is a beam of<br />
light punching out from the drugged haze she is feeling. As<br />
the door opens, a light shines on her face. When the door<br />
shuts, we...<br />
<br />
CUT TO BLACK.<br />
<br />
THE END.<br />
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Parodicalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06746436599256236061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665553421557497824.post-30968531431368378572018-01-02T13:53:00.002-08:002018-01-02T13:53:10.728-08:00Five Minutes INT. DEATH ROW CELL<br />
<br />
Lizzie stares into the camera in a very close shot.<br />
<br />
LIZZIE<br />
In three hours I'm going in. After I'm<br />
in, they tell me it's five minutes to<br />
strap me in, and then I'm given another<br />
five to say a few words. Five minutes<br />
to say a few words. I won't need it.<br />
There's nothing I would have to say to<br />
them that would take five minutes.<br />
It's like what am I going to say. I'm<br />
sorry. Please forgive me. He was<br />
mine. Not theirs. Not anybody's but<br />
mine. I asked for help. But no one...<br />
no one lifted a finger for my son. No<br />
one. Of course I'm sorry. But I'm not<br />
going to say it to them strapped in a<br />
chair with a pail of acid beneath me<br />
and two... they tell me two cyanide<br />
tablets dangling above the pail. So I<br />
say it through this little hole in the<br />
wall, my little hole. My little<br />
peephole into heaven. I'll close my<br />
eyes and look through this hole as I<br />
hear those tablets drop into the pail,<br />
and I will take a deep breath and see<br />
the light and I will smile. I will<br />
smile. See you soon. See you soon<br />
Jimmy. I'll be with you soon.<br />
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Parodicalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06746436599256236061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665553421557497824.post-44774388877525748232018-01-02T13:47:00.003-08:002018-01-02T13:47:49.211-08:00First Kiss INT. PETER'S APARTMENT<br />
<br />
LINDA and PETER walk into FRAME. They arrive home from an<br />
evening out. Linda is noticeably anxious.<br />
<br />
LINDA<br />
I had such a good time tonight.<br />
<br />
PETER<br />
Yes. So did I.<br />
<br />
Awkward pause.<br />
<br />
LINDA<br />
You have a lovely apartment.<br />
<br />
PETER<br />
Not when my roommates are here.<br />
<br />
LINDA<br />
Oh?<br />
<br />
PETER<br />
Yeah but no one is here now, this<br />
weekend. They are all away.<br />
<br />
Another awkward pause.<br />
<br />
LINDA<br />
Is it okay if I run to the bathroom<br />
and freshen up.<br />
<br />
PETER<br />
It's down the hall to your left.<br />
<br />
Linda leaves FRAME. Peter sits on the couch and tries to<br />
make himself appear casual. When Linda walks back in, Peter<br />
stiffens. Linda sits down next to him. An awkward pause<br />
again.<br />
<br />
LINDA<br />
You know, you invited me up to your<br />
apartment, and that is quite nice<br />
of you, but...<br />
<br />
PETER<br />
Oh, there's no pressure for us to<br />
do anything.<br />
<br />
LINDA<br />
Well, I'm a little nervous.<br />
<br />
PETER<br />
Really, I am very... harmless. We<br />
can just talk if you'd like.<br />
<br />
LINDA<br />
No. I don't want to talk. I<br />
really don't want to be a wimp<br />
about this. I have to... I have<br />
to...<br />
<br />
PETER<br />
Yes?<br />
<br />
LINDA<br />
OK. OK. Listen, I want to get<br />
through the first step. You know,<br />
you have to take the first step.<br />
So I will close my eyes and I want<br />
you to kiss me. On the lips.<br />
Nothing too elaborate. OK?<br />
<br />
PETER<br />
OK.<br />
<br />
LINDA<br />
And then... well, here goes.<br />
<br />
Linda faces Peter with her eyes closed. Peter moves in for a<br />
kiss. As Peter gets close, Linda falls out of FRAME. Linda<br />
is totally unconscious on the couch. Peter goes wide eyed,<br />
trying to wrap his head around what he is seeing.<br />
<br />
PETER<br />
Linda?<br />
<br />
Peter touches Linda on the shoulder. Suddenly Linda wakes<br />
up.<br />
<br />
LINDA<br />
Oh rats... did I just... how long<br />
was I out?<br />
<br />
PETER<br />
Ah...<br />
<br />
LINDA<br />
Probably not long, right? I mean<br />
otherwise you would have called an<br />
ambulance. But I see you are still<br />
on the couch. So look I have a<br />
little problem. I fall asleep at<br />
random moments, usually when I am<br />
nervous. It's called narcolepsy.<br />
It can be a real bummer.<br />
Like right now. I mean I don't<br />
want it to interfere with our<br />
evening.<br />
<br />
PETER<br />
OK. I've never known anyone...<br />
<br />
LINDA<br />
Let's not talk about it. If I talk<br />
about it, it will make me angry.<br />
<br />
PETER<br />
Do you have pills...<br />
<br />
LINDA<br />
Everyone wants to know if I have<br />
pills. Of course I have pills.<br />
But they don't work. And I ran out<br />
anyway.<br />
<br />
PETER<br />
Coffee. I can make you a strong<br />
cup of coffee.<br />
<br />
LINDA<br />
You see, people think coffee will<br />
keep me awake. Coffee doesn't<br />
work. The pills don't work.<br />
Shit... this is going to be a lousy<br />
night. I am like the worst<br />
possible date you could have.<br />
<br />
PETER<br />
No. No. You are great. You have<br />
a little problem. We all have<br />
problems.<br />
<br />
Linda is getting near tears.<br />
<br />
LINDA<br />
I feel so alone sometimes.<br />
<br />
PETER<br />
Please don't.<br />
<br />
LINDA<br />
Oh shit... oh shit.<br />
<br />
Linda looks at Peter.<br />
<br />
LINDA (CONT'D)<br />
Sorry...<br />
<br />
Linda falls back fast asleep again. Peter does not know what<br />
to do. A long moment. Linda awakes. She sits up and takes<br />
a deep breath, like she is trying to summon a zen state. She<br />
turns and looks at Peter. She grabs him and gives him a huge<br />
and somewhat long kiss. She pulls away gently. Peter is<br />
stunned.<br />
<br />
LINDA (CONT'D)<br />
Wow. That was great.<br />
<br />
Peter falls back onto the couch, unconscious.<br />
<br />
LINDA (CONT'D)<br />
Peter? Peter?<br />
<br />
Linda shakes Peter. Peter opens his eyes. He smiles.<br />
<br />
PETER<br />
I was just kidding.<br />
<br />
Linda does not know how to react.<br />
<br />
PETER (CONT'D)<br />
I just don't want you to feel<br />
alone.<br />
<br />
Peter's remark hits Linda in a soft spot, and she almost<br />
starts to cry again.<br />
<br />
LINDA<br />
Why don't we take our clothes off<br />
and get right to it then. That<br />
way, after... we can sleep<br />
together.<br />
<br />
CUT TO BLACK.<br />
<br />
THE END.<br />
<br />
<br />
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Parodicalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06746436599256236061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665553421557497824.post-4182416000328187622018-01-02T10:55:00.003-08:002018-01-02T10:55:59.652-08:00Fantasyland INT. LIVING ROOM NIGHT<br />
<br />
Over black we HEAR an infant crying. FADE UP from black to<br />
the POV of an infant lying on a mattress on the floor. We<br />
see the feet and legs of someone walking toward the CAMERA.<br />
The CAMERA PANS UP (or TILTS UP, depending on setup of<br />
camera), until we see a woman, MIA, standing above the CAMERA<br />
looking down at the CAMERA, which is the infant. Mia is<br />
haggered, disheveled, and not happy about the wailing infant.<br />
Mia kneels and reaches for the infant.<br />
<br />
CUT TO:<br />
<br />
Mia raises the infant, which is wrapped in a torn and filthy<br />
blanket. Mia rocks the child, irritated that the infant has<br />
yet again woken up. She walks over to a couch, where BRUCE<br />
sits, looking strung out, a little dazed, an open bottle of<br />
Jack Daniels in his hand. He is in a ripped t-shirt. Mia<br />
sits down with infant.<br />
<br />
MIA<br />
Fuck...I can't do this anymore.<br />
<br />
Mia lowers her blouse and places the infants mouth on her<br />
nipple. When the infant grabs on with it's mouth, Mia seems<br />
to react in pain.<br />
<br />
MIA (cont'd) (contíd)<br />
What are you going to do, just sit there?<br />
<br />
BRUCE<br />
What do you want me to do?<br />
<br />
MIA<br />
I can't take this shit anymore, Bruce.<br />
You hear me.<br />
<br />
BRUCE<br />
Loud fuckin' clear.<br />
<br />
MIA<br />
You buy a fuckin' case of Jack Daniels,<br />
but you tell me we can't afford formula.<br />
<br />
BRUCE<br />
Heh, man, it's better for the<br />
baby...breat milk is better for the baby.<br />
<br />
MIA<br />
What the fuck do you know about what's<br />
better for the baby. You didn't want<br />
this baby, remember. You could give two<br />
shits. My nipples are killing me.<br />
I've slept like three hours in the last<br />
two days. When are you going back to<br />
work?<br />
<br />
BRUCE<br />
I'm not working no more shit jobs. I'm<br />
not runnin' around for no one else. I'm<br />
going to open my own gig.<br />
<br />
MIA<br />
What gig? What the fuck are you talking<br />
about?<br />
<br />
BRUCE<br />
I don't know. A restaurant. A bar.<br />
Invite some models over...hang a couple<br />
of motorcycles.<br />
<br />
MIA<br />
Yeah, where you going to get the money?<br />
Aaaaaggghhh!!!! This fucking kid is<br />
killing me. You got that shit.<br />
<br />
BRUCE<br />
Heah man, you can't do shit when your<br />
feedin' the kid.<br />
<br />
MIA<br />
Fuck you. Just give me the shit, OK.<br />
<br />
BRUCE<br />
It's not right, man. You're not going to<br />
fuck around with my son.<br />
<br />
MIA<br />
Give me the fucking shit man or I'll<br />
fucking throw the kid out the window.<br />
<br />
Bruce opens a bag and pulls out a spoon, a hyperdermic needle<br />
and a rubber hose. He pours a liquid and powder on the<br />
spoon, lights it with a match, and filling the hyperdermic<br />
needle. He then grabs Mia's left arm, taps the underside of<br />
Mia's elbow, and ties the rubber hose around Mia's arm. As<br />
Bruce is doing all this, Mia's goes on and on about things.<br />
<br />
MIA (cont'd) (contíd)<br />
I'll throw the kid out the window. I'm<br />
tired of this shit man. You staying<br />
home, doing not a fucking thing. This is<br />
a rat hole.<br />
<br />
BRUCE<br />
This is a rat hole because you live like<br />
a pig.<br />
<br />
MIA<br />
Oh, you don't live here, man? What are<br />
you, some occupant? You don't have<br />
responsibilities?<br />
<br />
BRUCE<br />
I get the shit, man.<br />
<br />
MIA<br />
You get the shit...and you use most of<br />
the shit too. Damn, every goddamn time<br />
we're about to take a dive the fucking<br />
kid wakes up...I'm not stoppin' my life<br />
just because he wakes up, man. We go on<br />
with our life. Nothing changes, man, you<br />
hear me.<br />
<br />
BRUCE<br />
I hear you, man.<br />
<br />
MIA<br />
Maybe we should move out of this shit<br />
hole. Fuckin' neighbors are shits. The<br />
water's never hot. The toilet doesn't<br />
work. I found cockroaches all over the<br />
kid yesterday.<br />
<br />
BRUCE<br />
A cockroach never hurt anyone man.<br />
<br />
MIA<br />
Cockroaches on the baby, asshole. I<br />
don't want cockroahces crawling in the<br />
mouth of baby Billy. You got that.<br />
<br />
BRUCE<br />
Yeah, I got that.<br />
<br />
MIA<br />
You think I don't care? You think I<br />
don't give a shit about our kid? We got<br />
to get out of here. Florida. I want to<br />
go to Florida. I saw on TV that<br />
Disneyland is hiring anyone.<br />
<br />
BRUCE<br />
Disney World.<br />
<br />
MIA<br />
Fuck, we could get a job down in Disney<br />
World...warm sun...everything's clean.<br />
<br />
BRUCE<br />
There ain't no shit down in Disney World,<br />
Mia. I won't be able to get any shit<br />
down in Disney World, man.<br />
<br />
By now, Bruce has injected a healthy hit of heroin into Mia's<br />
left arm, and it is starting to affect her.<br />
<br />
MIA<br />
Florida. I want to go to Florida, Bruce.<br />
I want to go to Disney World and live in<br />
that castle, in the top of that castle.<br />
I seen pictures of that castle and that<br />
town. Main Street. Fantasyland. I want<br />
to work in Fantasyland.<br />
<br />
BRUCE<br />
Fantasyland is for the kids, Mia.<br />
<br />
MIA<br />
I want to work on one of those rides, or<br />
be workin' on fixin' those figures. It's<br />
a Small World. I seen that on TV.<br />
People ride in a boat and see all these<br />
little figures. I want to be in that<br />
ride, workin' those figures and fixin'<br />
them when they break. And I want to be<br />
there when the place closes. I want to<br />
be the only one in Fantasyland when the<br />
place closes. When it's quiet and I can<br />
sit in one of those boats all by myself.<br />
<br />
BRUCE<br />
You don't want baby Billy with you?<br />
<br />
MIA<br />
Of course I want baby Billy with me, you<br />
asshole. That's the point. I want him<br />
to have a life...he's sleeping again.<br />
He's sleeping again, thank god.<br />
<br />
Mia gets up and walks over to the mattress. She kneels and<br />
places baby Billy on the mattress.<br />
<br />
CUT TO:<br />
<br />
POV of baby Billy. The POV is of Mia's feet. Mia bends over<br />
to see Billy's face.<br />
<br />
MIA (cont'd) (contíd)<br />
That's funny. His eyes are open, but he<br />
ain't cryin'. Fuck it, if he ain't<br />
cryin', I'm not goin' to complain.<br />
<br />
Mia walks back to the couch and sits down.<br />
<br />
BRUCE<br />
Are you sure baby Billy's OK?<br />
<br />
MIA<br />
I'm tired Bruce. I want to leave town<br />
tomorrow. I want to take a bus tomorrow<br />
to Florida. OK?<br />
<br />
BRUCE<br />
Whatever you say Mia. Whatever you say.<br />
<br />
THE END.<br />
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Parodicalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06746436599256236061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665553421557497824.post-15359481317752629812018-01-02T09:59:00.003-08:002018-01-02T09:59:30.370-08:00Face To Face INT. DAY<br />
<br />
WOMAN is on frame left facing the CAMERA. A MAN is in<br />
profile on frame right facing the woman. The woman never<br />
turns to face the man. The man remains in a profile.<br />
<br />
WOMAN<br />
I'm a woman...<br />
<br />
MAN<br />
You don't think they notice that?<br />
<br />
WOMAN<br />
And as a woman, I have a few<br />
complaints...<br />
<br />
MAN<br />
Oh I doubt it's only a few.<br />
<br />
WOMAN<br />
My body for example.<br />
<br />
MAN<br />
That's a relief. I thought this was<br />
going to be some feminist rant against<br />
men.<br />
<br />
WOMAN<br />
You may have noticed the male-type person<br />
standing to my left. Notice how he is<br />
looking at me...how he is simply looking<br />
at my body...at my breasts.<br />
<br />
MAN<br />
I can't see your breasts.<br />
<br />
WOMAN<br />
You want to see them. You want to see<br />
them.<br />
<br />
MAN<br />
No. I want to touch them.<br />
<br />
WOMAN<br />
Notice the lack of respect. The lack of<br />
sensitivity this male-type person has<br />
toward women.<br />
<br />
MAN<br />
Not women. You. Just you. And I'm not<br />
a male-type person, I'm a male.<br />
<br />
WOMAN<br />
We women cannot permit male attitudes to<br />
define us.<br />
<br />
MAN<br />
Will you have sex with me?<br />
<br />
WOMAN<br />
See what I mean.<br />
<br />
MAN<br />
Well?<br />
<br />
WOMAN<br />
Not tonight. I'm menstruating.<br />
<br />
MAN<br />
Orgasms are best during menstruation.<br />
<br />
WOMAN<br />
I just washed the sheets. Are you going<br />
to clean the sheets? Are you going to<br />
ever clean anything in the house? Or how<br />
about make the bed? Or wash the dishes?<br />
Or maybe make dinner, just once. Just<br />
once do you think you might make dinner?<br />
<br />
MAN<br />
You know...women are the best. I don't<br />
know what we would do without you.<br />
<br />
WOMAN<br />
Women? You say women. Are you referring<br />
to me, or others in your life?<br />
<br />
MAN<br />
You. I'm referring to you.<br />
<br />
WOMAN<br />
Today's our anniversary. Four years.<br />
<br />
MAN<br />
And still fighting.<br />
<br />
WOMAN<br />
We're not fighting. We're...we're<br />
wrestling. Wrestling is good.<br />
<br />
MAN<br />
Talk is good.<br />
<br />
WOMAN<br />
Talk is good. We talk a lot.<br />
<br />
MAN<br />
But you never look at me.<br />
<br />
WOMAN<br />
Never? I never look at you? This is a<br />
shoot. We're doing a shoot. I was<br />
directed to look at the camera. I can't<br />
look at you.<br />
<br />
MAN<br />
Can I change my direction?<br />
<br />
WOMAN<br />
You're the director.<br />
<br />
MAN<br />
Look at me.<br />
<br />
The woman turns to look at the man.<br />
<br />
MAN (cont'd) (contíd)<br />
Can I kiss you?<br />
<br />
WOMAN<br />
It's not in the script.<br />
<br />
MAN<br />
I'm directing you to kiss me.<br />
<br />
WOMAN<br />
You're a director. You're not an actor.<br />
Give me an actor to kiss.<br />
<br />
The man takes the woman and kisses her on the lips. It is a<br />
long wet kiss. Now the woman stays in profile and the man<br />
turns to face the CAMERA.<br />
<br />
MAN<br />
Cut. I want you to print that and save<br />
it for the rest of her life.<br />
<br />
WOMAN<br />
What about your life?<br />
<br />
MAN<br />
The rest of your life will mark the end<br />
of my life.<br />
<br />
WOMAN<br />
You know...I love you.<br />
<br />
MAN<br />
The camera's not rolling.<br />
<br />
WOMAN<br />
Good.<br />
<br />
The man turns toward the woman. They embrace and kiss and<br />
we...<br />
<br />
FADE TO BLACK.<br />
<br />
THE END.<br />
<div>
<br /></div>
Parodicalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06746436599256236061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665553421557497824.post-55721402246289023242018-01-02T09:56:00.003-08:002018-01-02T09:56:47.857-08:00Eva INT. EVA<br />
<br />
Fade in on the ceiling. Moving into frame is Eva, who's<br />
face rises from one side of the lens. As she rises, she<br />
pulls up one strap of her night top. She looks down at the<br />
lens, into the eyes of the man she straddles. The camera's<br />
POV is that of the man. Eva looks down at a point between<br />
her legs, then back up at the man. A moment passes.<br />
<br />
EVA<br />
You want me to try again?<br />
<br />
There is no answer. There is no response.<br />
<br />
EVA (cont'd)<br />
It doesn't mean anything. (beat) It<br />
is not important.<br />
<br />
There is no answer. There is no response.<br />
<br />
EVA (cont'd)<br />
What is important is love, and mine<br />
grows stronger for you with each day.<br />
<br />
There is no answer. There is no response. Eva again looks<br />
down at a point between her legs. She is lost in thought.<br />
<br />
EVA (cont'd)<br />
I watch you with people. I see how you<br />
watch them. How you speak only when<br />
you have something to say. Others,<br />
they talk and talk and all they talk is<br />
nonsense. I can see you analyzing<br />
them, dissecting them...dissecting<br />
their words, what they mean, whether<br />
they're lying.<br />
<br />
There is no answer. There is no response. Eva pauses a<br />
moment.<br />
<br />
EVA (cont'd)<br />
I could tell you were annoyed at Martin<br />
the other day. I don't like him. He's<br />
a sycophant.<br />
<br />
Eva watches the man's reaction to her remark.<br />
<br />
EVA (cont'd)<br />
But I know you know that. I also know<br />
you don't like Hermann anymore. I can<br />
tell. You keep your distance from that<br />
fat slob...you cock your head and look<br />
at him sideways. These things I see.<br />
<br />
Eva again looks down at he man, examining him. A moment<br />
passes.<br />
<br />
EVA (cont'd)<br />
The people should see you now.<br />
<br />
We know that the man reacts to this remark by Eva's<br />
reaction. She quickly glances down between her legs, and<br />
is embarrassed by her remark.<br />
<br />
EVA (cont'd)<br />
I don't mean like this in bed...with<br />
me. I mean when you are gentle. The<br />
people don't know how gentle you are.<br />
That is a failing of Josef. He must<br />
tell the people, he must show your<br />
compassion...I...don't like the way<br />
Josef's wife looks at you. I think she<br />
wants to make love to you...I think she<br />
wants to have your children...You know,<br />
she thinks she's better than me. She<br />
does not treat me well...and her little<br />
brats...our children would be so<br />
beautiful...so perfect...so...<br />
<br />
Eva realizes she has touched on a senstive topic. She<br />
again glances between her legs.<br />
<br />
EVA (cont'd)<br />
Maybe there is a reason...God has a<br />
plan...he does not want you to focus on<br />
animal instincts. He wants you to keep<br />
your focus on the people...on the<br />
future...on leading us into the future.<br />
Maybe that's why...there's talk about<br />
how...how you became this way. They<br />
say when you were young a friend made<br />
you a dare that you wouldn't stick<br />
your...into the mouth of a goat...and<br />
that...well that the goat took a bite<br />
out of you...and that's why...<br />
<br />
There is no answer. There is no response. The man reacts.<br />
Eva examines him with concern.<br />
<br />
EVA (cont'd)<br />
You're crying. See how gentle a man<br />
you are. See how sensitive. Only once<br />
before have I seen you cry. At that<br />
speech last year in Munich...don't cry.<br />
It is better this way. Now you are not<br />
distracted by petty human impulses.<br />
That goat did the people a favor.<br />
Maybe that goat was an angel, and this<br />
was your covenant with God to do his<br />
work on earth.<br />
<br />
Eva leans down, here eyes just inches from the lens. Eva<br />
kisses the man. She raises her head and looks into the<br />
man's eyes and whispers.<br />
<br />
EVA (cont'd)<br />
I love you. You are not half a<br />
man...you are more than a man...more<br />
than any other man. And it is our<br />
secret that God and you have a<br />
covenant.<br />
<br />
Eva smiles and leans down, hugging the man. We see the<br />
ceiling.<br />
<br />
FADE TO BLACK.<br />
<div>
<br /></div>
Parodicalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06746436599256236061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665553421557497824.post-19106800188462789982018-01-02T09:46:00.002-08:002018-01-02T09:46:49.255-08:00Dinner With Mom INT. KITCHEN<br />
<br />
ABIGAIL sits at a kitchen table. She is fingering a tea cup.<br />
There is a tea pot on the table with sugar and a small<br />
creamer. Sitting opposite Abigail is JENNIFER. Jennifer is<br />
also fingering a tea cup, but it is empty.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
I am not looking forward to this.<br />
<br />
ABIGAIL<br />
Today is different.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
It's never different, Abigail.<br />
<br />
ABIGAIL<br />
Mom has changed.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
Oh yeah. Is she miserable 80% of<br />
the time rather than 100%?<br />
<br />
ABIGAIL<br />
You have a bad attitude.<br />
<br />
Jennifer ignores Abigail's<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
We going to the same restaurant?<br />
<br />
ABIGAIL<br />
We're eating in.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
Oh god. You're kidding me. I<br />
can't deal with that.<br />
<br />
ABIGAIL<br />
I promise you...it will be fine.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
You know I can't stand to be here.<br />
I do it... I do this once in a<br />
fucking year dinner thing because<br />
of Dad.<br />
<br />
ABIGAIL<br />
You know she killed him.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
What?<br />
<br />
ABIGAIL<br />
Mom. She killed Dad.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
Yeah, yeah, yeah. She kills<br />
everyone who lives with her. I<br />
don't get how you are still sane.<br />
<br />
ABIGAIL<br />
I take care of myself.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
I miss Dad.<br />
<br />
ABIGAIL<br />
Yep.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
The only thing he ever did that was<br />
fucked was making us promise to<br />
take Mom out on her birthday.<br />
<br />
ABIGAIL<br />
People do things when they are<br />
sick.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
What the fuck is taking her so<br />
long?<br />
<br />
ABIGAIL<br />
She's lying down.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
What? I thought she was getting<br />
dressed.<br />
<br />
ABIGAIL<br />
I didn't say that.<br />
<br />
Jennifer looks at her cell phone (or watch).<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
It's almost 6 pm. I thought we<br />
have reservations?<br />
<br />
ABIGAIL<br />
I said we are eating in.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
OK, this is fucked. I am not<br />
eating here. We have reservations.<br />
At the same restaurant that we have<br />
been doing this for six years. We<br />
should leave. Where's mom?<br />
<br />
ABIGAIL<br />
Don't get upset.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
I am upset. Whenever we do this I<br />
get upset. Can you go get her?<br />
<br />
ABIGAIL<br />
You have to be proactive, Jennifer.<br />
You merely accept the life that was<br />
handed you.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
Oh, please. Give me a break. Like<br />
you don't.<br />
<br />
ABIGAIL<br />
If you could change the thing that<br />
causes so much pain, then why<br />
wouldn't you?<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
I did. I moved out of the house.<br />
<br />
ABIGAIL<br />
You can't just walk away from your<br />
mother and think she will<br />
disappear. She is still there<br />
every day, torturing you, pounding<br />
away at everything you do. You<br />
don't have to be in the same room<br />
with mom for her to cause pain,<br />
Jennifer. She inhabits every<br />
moment of the day. Even when I am<br />
sleeping, she is abusing and<br />
causing agony. 24-7 torture.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
Jesus, Abigail, let's send her to a<br />
home, or something.<br />
<br />
ABIGAIL<br />
A home? You think if she was<br />
locked up in a home we would be<br />
free? Free from her. No. No.<br />
That is why you must take the<br />
matter in your own hands and<br />
terminate the problem. You<br />
terminate the problem, Jennifer.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
Yeah. And how the fuck do you do<br />
that other than kill the woman.<br />
<br />
Abigail does not say anything. She takes a sip of tea.<br />
There is an awkward pause.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER (CONT'D)<br />
OK. OK. That's insane. But just<br />
for yuck yucks, how would you go<br />
about it? Killing her that is. I<br />
mean we would have to do it without<br />
getting in trouble.<br />
<br />
ABIGAIL<br />
Potassium.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
Potassium? Like in bananas? You<br />
mean stuff her mouth with bananas?<br />
That's funny. There has to be a<br />
better way.<br />
<br />
ABIGAIL<br />
You inject her with potassium.<br />
Death instantly.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
You've been watching too many cop<br />
shows.<br />
<br />
ABIGAIL<br />
The weight...the enormous weight<br />
removed from my life to watch her<br />
stare at me in fear...and<br />
hate...then her face freezes when<br />
the potassium hits her nervous<br />
system. Her head shakes,<br />
tremors...and I could see the<br />
thought pass through her mind...she<br />
wanted to kill me. But I beat her<br />
to it.<br />
<br />
Jennifer pushes her chair back. A long moment passes.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
Where is she?<br />
<br />
ABIGAIL<br />
On her bed.<br />
<br />
Jennifer gets up and leaves for the bedroom. Abigail takes<br />
another sip of tea.<br />
<br />
THE END.<br />
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Parodicalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06746436599256236061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665553421557497824.post-53502604872149514222018-01-01T18:42:00.002-08:002018-01-01T18:42:32.187-08:00Daytime Drama INT.<br />
<br />
This is shot entirely in split screen. With the screen<br />
entirely black, we hear the telephone ringing. As the<br />
phone continues to ring, we fade in on screen right. Keri<br />
sits in a chair, telephone receiver at her ear, waiting,<br />
impatiently. We then fade in on screen left. The camera<br />
is above a bed. Jennifer lies there asleep. One of her<br />
arms responds to the ringing telephone. She brings the<br />
receiver to her ear. She is barely awake.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
Yeah?<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
Do you know what time it is?<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
No.<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
It's noon, Jennifer. Noon.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
Leave me alone.<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
Have you been drinking again?<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
Keri, what do you want?<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
It came.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
Who came?<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
It. It came. The letter from Ricki<br />
Lake.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
From who?<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
Ricki Lake.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
What does she want?<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
How much did you drink?<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
One bottle.<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
Of what?<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
Does it matter?<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
You're gaining weight, you know.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
I am not.<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
She wants our story.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
Who?<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
Ricki Lake. She wants our story.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
You mean that letter...<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
Yes. They responded.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
We sent that over a year ago. I<br />
thought we sent it to Oprah.<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
Oprah, Ricki, Montell, and a few<br />
others.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
It was a joke. They took it seriously?<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
Ricki did at least.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
I forget. Which story did we send her?<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
That's the problem, I don't remember.<br />
We sent different stories to each of<br />
them.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
That was a crazy night.<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
Jack Daniels and decongestents.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
It was the lesbian sisters.<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
No it wasn't. We scraped that because<br />
we don't look alike.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
I don't want to go on TV anyway. Just<br />
call them and tell them it was a joke.<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
They pay, Jenn.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
They what?<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
They pay. A thousand dollars each plus<br />
air fare and hotel.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
To where?<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
LA.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
I hate LA.<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
A thousand dollars, Jenn.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
Yeah, well, I could use it.<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
What story did we send?<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
What's the letter say?<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
"We would like to invite both of you to<br />
be guests on the Ricki Lake Show to be<br />
taped on June 23rd at the Culver City<br />
Studio in Los Angeles. Ms. Lake has<br />
read your letter and was moved by your<br />
story, and she wishes you to share it<br />
with her audience." The rest is about<br />
the money and travel instructions.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
Our story moved Ricki Lake?<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
That's what it says.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
I can't imagine her being moved by<br />
anything but a plate of food. They<br />
want to do a whole show just on us?<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
I think so. It could be my big break.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
Your big what?<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
Break. My big break.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
For what?<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
Acting, idiot.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
Oh, christ, you were a lousy actress.<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
I was not.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
You gave it up five years ago,<br />
remember?<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
I didn't give it up. I just haven't<br />
had an audition in five years.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
Maybe there's a reason.<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
This is national television, Jenn.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
Maybe it was the dieting story. Didn't<br />
we have a dieting story?<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
Yes. We were each four hundred pounds<br />
and we lost three hundred pounds in one<br />
month, for a total of six hundred<br />
pounds. Twenty pounds a day.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
That would move Ricki Lake. It must<br />
have been the dieting story.<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
I don't want to do the dieting story.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
We have to do the story we sent in.<br />
Why?<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
It's bad for my career.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
You don't have a career.<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
Fat people can't become movie stars.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
Elizabeth Taylor.<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
She was thin when she became a star.<br />
After you can get fat.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
It was the dieting story, Keri. We're<br />
stuck with it.<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
Can we make it so that you lost the<br />
weight?<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
I lost twenty pounds a day for thirty<br />
days? I lost six hundred pounds?<br />
You're crazy. They're going to want to<br />
pictures.<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
We didn't think about that. They're<br />
going to want pictures.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
It wasn't the dieting story.<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
It wasn't?<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
No. We had sex change operations.<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
I don't think I want to do this.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
No. You had the sex change operation<br />
and I was your friend who helped you<br />
make the decision, remember?<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
That's not how I remember it.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
Yes. It's more believable you had the<br />
operation.<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
What do you mean it's more believable?<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
You're more masculine than me.<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
Excuse me?<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
Come on, Keri. We went over this that<br />
night. You agreed.<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
I was drugged.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
It's all coming back now.<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
Because I work out? Because I have<br />
muscles? Muscles can be feminine.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
It's your face, your size. You're big<br />
boned. Look at your hands.<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
What?<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
Your hands are big, your fingers are<br />
fat.<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
They are not.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
And the hair.<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
What hair?<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
On you face.<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
I don't have hair on my face.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
Not since you bleached it. Look, Keri,<br />
you want to make this work, you have to<br />
make it believable. You look like a<br />
man who changed his sex to a woman.<br />
We'll each pick up a thou and call it a<br />
day's work. Ricki Lake'll be happy,<br />
her audience'll be happy and we'll be<br />
happy.<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
I won't be happy. But it doesn't<br />
matter numbnuts because it wasn't the<br />
sex change story.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
It wasn't?<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
It was the alcoholic mom who drank when<br />
she was pregnant and had a retarded<br />
baby.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
Are you trying to upset me?<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
No. But that was the story. So stick<br />
that in your bottle fatbottom.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
Oh, now I have a fatbottom.<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
You've always had a fatbottom. It's<br />
all the abortions.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
I need this? Do I need this? First<br />
you wake me, now you insult me, what<br />
kind of fuckin' friend are you? You<br />
know I have a problem? You think I<br />
don't know this? You think I don't<br />
know this? I look like shit. I've got<br />
lines where I've never had lines. I<br />
have pains where I've never had pains.<br />
All I think about now is getting home<br />
at night and having a drink.<br />
Yesterday...do you know what I fucking<br />
did yesterday, I bought a bottle of<br />
Glenlivet and stuck it in my desk at<br />
work. Do you hear this? Do you hear<br />
this? And now you want me to make a<br />
joke of it on TV, in front of a million<br />
people, when I can't even look in the<br />
goddamn mirror anymore because I see a<br />
drunk. I see a drunk, Keri, do you<br />
hear me. I'm twenty six years old and<br />
a drunk.<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
You're twenty seven, Jenn.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
Oh, thanks. That makes me feel better.<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
OK. OK. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Calm<br />
down. We won't do it. We won't go on<br />
the show, OK.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
I didn't say I don't want to go on the<br />
show. It's just that you'll play the<br />
alcoholic and I'll play the friend. I<br />
need the money.<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
OK. OK. Whatever you say.<br />
<br />
There's a moment of silence.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
You know, Ker, you're a great friend.<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
Yeah.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
I'll call you later. I want to sleep a<br />
little more.<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
OK.<br />
<br />
JENNIFER<br />
See ya.<br />
<br />
KERI<br />
Yeah.<br />
<br />
Jennifer hangs up the phone and closes her eyes. Keri<br />
hangs up the phone and sits silently.<br />
<br />
FADE TO BLACK.<br />
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Parodicalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06746436599256236061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665553421557497824.post-29759803633160585062018-01-01T18:34:00.003-08:002018-01-01T18:34:49.303-08:00Clarisse's Confession INT. CONFESSIONAL BOOTH<br />
<br />
Clarisse sits down into a confessional booth. A Priest<br />
leans toward the slatted window.<br />
<br />
CLARISSE<br />
Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.<br />
<br />
PRIEST<br />
How long has it been since your last<br />
confession?<br />
<br />
CLARISSE<br />
It's been a few months.<br />
<br />
PRIEST<br />
And what sins have you committed?<br />
<br />
CLARISSE<br />
Marcy came over Saturday night. For<br />
three years, Marcy's been coming over<br />
every Saturday night...<br />
<br />
PRIEST<br />
Yes?<br />
<br />
CLARISSE<br />
...and every Saturday night we watch a<br />
video.<br />
<br />
PRIEST<br />
What kind of video?<br />
<br />
CLARISSE<br />
This Saturday, she says, I don't want<br />
to watch a video...I want to do<br />
something spontaneous...I want to run<br />
naked through the neighborhood, she<br />
says. Of course, I think this is<br />
ridiculous. I told her it was<br />
ridiculous...<br />
<br />
PRIEST<br />
Yes, child.<br />
<br />
CLARISSE<br />
Marcy's very...persuasive. It's the<br />
Summer, you know...one of those hot<br />
nights, the air was still. It was...it<br />
was ridiculous, but it was late...it<br />
was dark...no moon. Just stars. Do<br />
you know what it's like to look at the<br />
stars, with your feet in the grass and<br />
every part of your body exposed to the<br />
warm fresh air?<br />
<br />
PRIEST<br />
Child, I...<br />
<br />
CLARISSE<br />
I felt free. I felt free and alive. I<br />
didn't even care who saw me. I was so<br />
excited by the whole thing that I<br />
forgot where Marcy ran off to. There I<br />
was, dancing around on the front<br />
lawn...when I saw the<br />
headlights...turning into the driveway,<br />
the headlights of my parents' car. I<br />
happened to be close to the cypress<br />
bush, so I ducked behind it.<br />
<br />
PRIEST<br />
Excuse me...<br />
<br />
CLARISSE<br />
My parents, you know, they've been<br />
married for 25 years and like clockwork<br />
they go to dinner and a movie, dinner<br />
and a movie, dinner and a movie, but<br />
no, not on the night I'm dancing in the<br />
nude on the front lawn, ah, ah, they<br />
have to come home without seeing a<br />
movie. Do you know anything about<br />
cypress bushes?<br />
<br />
PRIEST<br />
No.<br />
<br />
CLARISSE<br />
They tickle. They have these delicate<br />
leaves and...<br />
<br />
PRIEST<br />
Can I please hear the end of your<br />
confession, child.<br />
<br />
CLARISSE<br />
My clothes are hanging on the<br />
bannister, and my parents don't even<br />
notice. So they close the front door<br />
and turn out the lights, and there you<br />
have it. It was just me and that<br />
cypress bush.<br />
<br />
PRIEST<br />
Yes?<br />
<br />
CLARISSE<br />
Yes, what?<br />
<br />
PRIEST<br />
What did you do?<br />
<br />
CLARISSE<br />
Oh...I went to my boyfriend's house.<br />
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Parodicalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06746436599256236061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665553421557497824.post-36914015080252896762018-01-01T18:30:00.003-08:002018-01-01T18:30:40.078-08:00Caroline INT CONFERENCE ROOM<br />
<br />
TETRA GILL sits at a table. Her hair is matted, she is<br />
unfocussed, and her nose is running. Tetra is wearing<br />
hospital greens, or something similar. We are alone with her<br />
briefly. She has white gauze wrapped around each wrist. And<br />
her wrists are tied to each other with a plastic tie, the<br />
kind that are often used in place of handcuffs. In walks<br />
MONICA WICK. Monica sits down opposite Tetra. She has<br />
folders and papers. Monica is dressed professionally.<br />
Monica settles, taking in Tetra. Tetra seems uninterested in<br />
Monica.<br />
<br />
MONICA WICK<br />
So now that things are calm, do you<br />
want to tell me what happened?<br />
<br />
TETRA GILL<br />
Can you take this off?<br />
<br />
Tetra refers to the plastic tie around her wrists.<br />
<br />
MONICA WICK<br />
I'm sorry. I can't.<br />
<br />
TETRA GILL<br />
This is a hospital?<br />
<br />
MONICA WICK<br />
Yes.<br />
<br />
TETRA GILL<br />
Who are you?<br />
<br />
MONICA WICK<br />
I am like a social worker.<br />
<br />
TETRA GILL<br />
A social worker? They send a<br />
social worker in here. For what?<br />
After the cops and the doctors and<br />
nurses... now they send a social<br />
worker.<br />
<br />
MONICA WICK<br />
We are simply trying to communicate<br />
with you.<br />
<br />
TETRA GILL<br />
And you are good at that?<br />
Communicating.<br />
<br />
MONICA WICK<br />
I don't know. Maybe.<br />
<br />
TETRA GILL<br />
Do you have a tissue?<br />
<br />
MONICA WICK<br />
No.<br />
<br />
Tetra wipes her nose again, sometimes with her hands,<br />
sometimes with the shirt she is wearing. Monica pulls out a<br />
photograph of a little girl and places it on the table in<br />
front of Tetra.<br />
<br />
MONICA WICK (CONT'D)<br />
Do you know who that is?<br />
<br />
TETRA GILL<br />
That? Is that how you refer to<br />
her?<br />
<br />
MONICA WICK<br />
Who is she?<br />
<br />
TETRA GILL<br />
She is my daughter.<br />
<br />
MONICA WICK<br />
When was the last time you saw her?<br />
<br />
TETRA GILL<br />
Is that supposed to be a joke?<br />
<br />
MONICA WICK<br />
You were shown that photograph by<br />
Officer Grayson. At the time, you<br />
said you did not know who she was.<br />
So you now recognize her?<br />
<br />
TETRA GILL<br />
I need a cigarette.<br />
<br />
MONICA WICK<br />
So you now recognize her?<br />
<br />
TETRA GILL<br />
I need a cigarette. Can you put<br />
that away.<br />
<br />
MONICA WICK<br />
This photograph of your daughter<br />
troubles you?<br />
<br />
TETRA GILL<br />
You trouble me. This whole process<br />
troubles me. First it's the<br />
doctors putting bandages on me,<br />
then it's the cops, then a<br />
photographer taking pictures of me<br />
and Caroline, then some grief<br />
counselor, and god knows how many<br />
fucking nurses. And now you. Is<br />
this some sort of torture?<br />
<br />
MONICA WICK<br />
I understand why you might feel<br />
like a victim. But as far as we<br />
know, you were the only one present<br />
when your daughter was... when she<br />
was murdered.<br />
<br />
TETRA GILL<br />
And so everyone thinks its me, is<br />
that it?<br />
<br />
MONICA WICK<br />
Look at this photograph. Look at<br />
it.<br />
<br />
Monica pushes the photograph closer to Tetra. Tetra looks<br />
away.<br />
<br />
MONICA WICK (CONT'D)<br />
Do you see your daughter here.<br />
Caroline. Six years old. Long<br />
brown hair. A smile. Doesn't she<br />
look happy, doesn't she look alive.<br />
<br />
TETRA GILL<br />
Stop it.<br />
<br />
MONICA WICK<br />
Caroline is alive in this<br />
photograph.<br />
<br />
Monica pulls another photograph our of her folder and places<br />
it on the table.<br />
<br />
MONICA WICK (CONT'D)<br />
Now take a look at Caroline here.<br />
Here she has her throat cut and her<br />
eyes gouged out. Here she is<br />
disfigured and her body and soul<br />
have been desecrated. Look at her.<br />
Look at her.<br />
<br />
TETRA GILL<br />
My husband did that.<br />
<br />
MONICA WICK<br />
You were kneeling over Caroline<br />
with a spoon in your right hand.<br />
There was blood on the spoon, on<br />
your hand and arm. Caroline's<br />
eyeballs were on the wood floor.<br />
On the wood floor lying next to<br />
your knees. I have pictures. You<br />
want me to show you more pictures?<br />
<br />
TETRA GILL<br />
I told you.<br />
<br />
MONICA WICK<br />
You told me what?<br />
<br />
TETRA GILL<br />
My husband.<br />
<br />
MONICA WICK<br />
Your husband is dead.<br />
<br />
TETRA GILL<br />
It's because he did that. He did<br />
that to Caroline.<br />
<br />
MONICA WICK<br />
And tell me how that is possible.<br />
Tell me how that is possible that<br />
we found your husband's body in the<br />
basement, decomposed. Dead for<br />
months...your husband dead for<br />
months when your daughter, when<br />
Caroline died, was murdered just<br />
two days ago. Tell me how that is<br />
possible.<br />
<br />
There is a long twisted pause.<br />
<br />
TETRA GILL<br />
You don't understand. You don't<br />
understand how the dead...You know.<br />
You know...we were...it was a beach<br />
cottage. On the beach. And<br />
George...he was...he was drinking.<br />
And dancing. He liked to dance,<br />
and tell me what to do. He liked<br />
to tell me what to do. It wasn't<br />
the first time he did this, you<br />
know.<br />
He drank, and danced, and told me<br />
to undress. But when he woke<br />
Caroline up and brought her into<br />
the room...that was the first time<br />
he did that. I didn't mind the<br />
stuff, the hitting, he liked to<br />
pull my hair, slap me. He yelled.<br />
He was always yelling. George<br />
liked to hit me. Give me tattoos,<br />
he called it. Black and blue<br />
tattoos. But making Caroline<br />
watch. And she watched. She just<br />
watched...in that cottage... with<br />
those big eyes, she watched. And<br />
she kept watching like she... like<br />
she... George and Caroline...<br />
<br />
MONICA WICK<br />
I know this is difficult.<br />
<br />
TETRA GILL<br />
Excuse me?<br />
<br />
MONICA WICK<br />
This must be very difficult to talk<br />
about. About what happened to you.<br />
About what you did.<br />
<br />
TETRA GILL<br />
George raped Caroline. He raped<br />
his own daughter. She was only<br />
five years old.<br />
<br />
MONICA WICK<br />
And so you killed George.<br />
<br />
TETRA GILL<br />
It had to be done.<br />
<br />
MONICA WICK<br />
And Caroline?<br />
<br />
At this point, Tetra reaches across the table and grabs<br />
Monica by her collar and yanks her up over the table.<br />
<br />
TETRA GILL<br />
You think I murdered my own<br />
daughter? You think it was easy?<br />
It wasn't easy. It is not an easy<br />
thing to do to cut the life out of<br />
a little girl. She was an angel.<br />
She was an angel.<br />
<br />
Tetra pushes Monica back down. Tetra sits back down. She<br />
covers her face with her clasped hands.<br />
<br />
TETRA GILL (CONT'D)<br />
Is there anything else?<br />
<br />
MONICA WICK<br />
No.<br />
<br />
Monica attempts to recover. She observes Tetra briefly, then<br />
starts to gather the papers and folders on the table.<br />
<br />
MONICA WICK (CONT'D)<br />
OK. So I am finished. I am<br />
finished here.<br />
<br />
TETRA GILL<br />
Excuse me?<br />
<br />
MONICA WICK<br />
My work is done.<br />
<br />
TETRA GILL<br />
Your work?<br />
<br />
MONICA WICK<br />
I am a professional. I know when<br />
my work is done.<br />
<br />
TETRA GILL<br />
Tell me?<br />
<br />
MONICA WICK<br />
Tell you what?<br />
<br />
TETRA GILL<br />
I need...I need to start over. I<br />
am thirsty. Are you thirsty? It<br />
is hot in here. It is very hot in<br />
here. I am burning up. It must<br />
mean something. I am going to<br />
start over. Do it all over again.<br />
I have a right to do it again.<br />
This can't be all there is. Is<br />
this all there is?<br />
<br />
THE END.<br />
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Parodicalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06746436599256236061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665553421557497824.post-39256122323818424312018-01-01T13:00:00.003-08:002018-01-01T13:00:41.897-08:00Bonnie and Claire INT. LIVING ROOM<br />
<br />
HENRY sits on a couch. CLAIRE sits next to him. Claire's<br />
arms are all over Henry. BONNIE walks in and places a chair<br />
to the side of the couch. She then walks to a chair facing<br />
the one she set. These two chair face each other in front of<br />
the couch. Bonnie sits in one chair.<br />
<br />
BONNIE<br />
I am not having this conversation<br />
with you while you have your arms<br />
all over my boyfriend.<br />
<br />
Claire reluctantly gets up, but not before placing a kiss on<br />
Henry's cheek. Claire sits on the chair facing Bonnie.<br />
<br />
BONNIE (CONT'D)<br />
When you moved in I was gracious,<br />
Claire. I let you wig out on<br />
several months rent. I let you eat<br />
my food. You even borrow my<br />
clothes. But this (pointing to<br />
Henry)...this, this has got to<br />
stop.<br />
<br />
CLAIRE<br />
What? Henry and I sleeping<br />
together?<br />
<br />
BONNIE<br />
You don't sleep together. Sleeping<br />
is never part of the routine.<br />
Isn't that right, Henry?<br />
<br />
HENRY<br />
Well...<br />
<br />
BONNIE<br />
(to Claire)<br />
See.<br />
<br />
CLAIRE<br />
It's a minor point, Bonnie.<br />
<br />
BONNIE<br />
No it's not a minor point. Henry<br />
does not choose to fall asleep next<br />
to you. He is not like working on<br />
a relationship with you. He has<br />
reserved that work for me, for him<br />
and me, isn't that right, Henry?<br />
<br />
HENRY<br />
Can I interject?<br />
<br />
BONNIE<br />
Interject? What is that word? Are<br />
you working on a relationship with<br />
me?<br />
<br />
HENRY<br />
Yes.<br />
<br />
BONNIE<br />
One word answers, Henry.<br />
<br />
CLAIRE<br />
So you think all Henry and I have<br />
accomplished is some cheap affair?<br />
<br />
BONNIE<br />
That is not an accomplishment.<br />
<br />
CLAIRE<br />
Henry doesn't fake orgasms with me.<br />
<br />
BONNIE<br />
Fake orgasms? What are you talking<br />
about? Men don't fake orgasms.<br />
That's not possible.<br />
<br />
CLAIRE<br />
Henry is an actor.<br />
<br />
BONNIE<br />
He is not an actor.<br />
<br />
HENRY<br />
(to Bonnie)<br />
I am an actor.<br />
<br />
BONNIE<br />
He is not a good actor.<br />
<br />
CLAIRE<br />
You didn't even go to his play.<br />
<br />
HENRY<br />
(to Bonnie)<br />
Claire went to my play.<br />
<br />
BONNIE<br />
I work, Henry. In fact, I am the<br />
only one in this room who has a<br />
job. I don't have time to see a<br />
Wednesday matinee of Hamlet in<br />
Bushwick, for chrissake.<br />
<br />
CLAIRE<br />
That is his job, Bonnie. He is an<br />
actor. That is what he does.<br />
<br />
BONNIE<br />
(to Claire)<br />
And what is YOUR job?<br />
<br />
CLAIRE<br />
Can we lower the temperature in the<br />
room.<br />
<br />
BONNIE<br />
We went to middle school together.<br />
We have been friends forever. How<br />
can you do this, Claire?<br />
<br />
CLAIRE<br />
OK. I'm sorry. But it is not my<br />
fault. It's because he is weak.<br />
(pointing to Henry)<br />
<br />
HENRY<br />
What?<br />
<br />
CLAIRE<br />
I am looking out for you, Bonnie.<br />
<br />
HENRY<br />
What do you mean I'm weak?<br />
<br />
BONNIE<br />
And how are you looking out for me,<br />
exactly?<br />
<br />
CLAIRE<br />
Look at me, Bonnie. This face is<br />
just...you are just so much more<br />
attractive than me. So much more<br />
desirable.<br />
<br />
BONNIE<br />
That's not true. You're<br />
very...pleasant.<br />
<br />
CLAIRE<br />
And the second you go to work,<br />
bingo, he jumps into bed with me.<br />
<br />
HENRY<br />
That's not how it happened.<br />
<br />
BONNIE<br />
Shut up, Henry. Let my friend have<br />
a word.<br />
<br />
CLAIRE<br />
So this thing that happened, OK, it<br />
was a mistake...but let's be zen<br />
about this and accept what the<br />
universe has delivered to us, the<br />
truth about who Henry really is.<br />
<br />
HENRY<br />
(to Claire)<br />
You know, I thought I actually<br />
liked you.<br />
<br />
CLAIRE<br />
(getting upset)<br />
Of course you liked me. Everyone<br />
likes me. That's the problem. I<br />
am so fucking likeable. No body<br />
really wants me. They just like me<br />
to death.<br />
<br />
BONNIE<br />
Oh, Claire. I had no idea.<br />
<br />
CLAIRE<br />
I'm sorry. I don't mean to get<br />
upset.<br />
<br />
BONNIE<br />
(to Henry)<br />
You know, you are an asshole.<br />
<br />
HENRY<br />
Wait, you are buying this load of<br />
shit?<br />
<br />
BONNIE<br />
You know, I knew you were faking<br />
your orgasms. I knew it. You are<br />
such a bad actor.<br />
<br />
CLAIRE<br />
He was awful in Hamlet.<br />
<br />
BONNIE<br />
Of course he was.<br />
<br />
CLAIRE<br />
Can we be friends again?<br />
<br />
HENRY<br />
I have had enough.<br />
<br />
CLAIRE<br />
Shut up, Henry.<br />
<br />
BONNIE<br />
Yeah, shut up, Henry. (to Claire)<br />
Friends.<br />
<br />
THE END.<br />
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Parodicalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06746436599256236061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665553421557497824.post-16502597710118016842018-01-01T12:58:00.003-08:002018-01-01T12:58:09.170-08:00Bob At The Bar INT. APARTMENT COMMON AREA MORNING<br />
<br />
FELICIA sits on a couch. She is wearing sunglasses, chewing<br />
gum, and listening to music from an iPod with ear buds. She<br />
sort of has that hippie look dressed for the beach, possibly<br />
wearing flip flops.<br />
<br />
JANIS walks in wearing her pajamas - or possibly clothes she<br />
just threw on after popping out of bed. Janis is holding her<br />
wallet. She walks up to Felicia, stop and open the wallet to<br />
show Felicia the empty sleeve that holds cash.<br />
<br />
JANIS<br />
When I went to bed last night,<br />
there was seven hundred dollars of<br />
cash in here. Where is it?<br />
<br />
Felicia pulls out one ear bud.<br />
<br />
FELICIA<br />
Did you say something?<br />
<br />
JANIS<br />
My money, Felicia. What did you do<br />
with it?<br />
<br />
FELICIA<br />
Excuse me, but I didn't touch your<br />
money.<br />
<br />
JANIS<br />
We live alone. We had no visitors<br />
last night. You went to bed before<br />
me. My wallet was on my night<br />
table. So that leaves you as the<br />
only suspect.<br />
<br />
FELICIA<br />
I am really quite offended, Janis.<br />
<br />
JANIS<br />
You also have motive. You were<br />
fired from your job. You need<br />
spending money. You missed last<br />
month's rent.<br />
<br />
FELICIA<br />
I was not fired from my job. I<br />
was...let go.<br />
<br />
JANIS<br />
You were let go because they caught<br />
you drinking the liquor. That's<br />
fired.<br />
<br />
FELICIA<br />
The rule was we were allowed to<br />
sample the liquor in the last 30<br />
minutes of our shift, OK.<br />
<br />
JANIS<br />
Sample. You thinking drinking an<br />
entire bottle of their Dom Perignon<br />
is sampling?<br />
<br />
FELICIA<br />
Who told you that?<br />
<br />
JANIS<br />
If you recall, I know the night<br />
manager. That's how you got the<br />
damn job. I vouched for you,<br />
Felicia. Jesus, it's embarrassing.<br />
Bob is my friend.<br />
<br />
FELICIA<br />
Bob fired me because I wouldn't<br />
sleep with him. Some friend.<br />
<br />
JANIS<br />
OK. OK. We are getting off topic<br />
here. My money.<br />
<br />
FELICIA<br />
Actually I have cash to pay you<br />
some of what I owe for last month's<br />
rent.<br />
<br />
Felicia pulls out an envelope and tosses it at Janis. Janis<br />
catches it.<br />
<br />
FELICIA (CONT'D)<br />
There's three hundred dollars in<br />
there.<br />
<br />
JANIS<br />
Is this supposed to be funny?<br />
Suddenly you have cash after my<br />
money has miraculously disappeared.<br />
<br />
FELICIA<br />
You should be happy I making a<br />
contribution.<br />
<br />
JANIS<br />
With my own money. Why are you<br />
wearing sunglasses?<br />
<br />
FELICIA<br />
I can't actually go to Miami Beach,<br />
so I am pretending.<br />
<br />
JANIS<br />
You should be looking for a job.<br />
<br />
FELICIA<br />
You know what you are? Miss<br />
Should. I should do this, I should<br />
do that. Maybe you should stop<br />
being in...in should mode.<br />
<br />
JANIS<br />
By the way, Bob said you tried to<br />
come onto him.<br />
<br />
FELICIA<br />
Really. I am guessing you two are<br />
lovers.<br />
<br />
JANIS<br />
Huh...no.<br />
<br />
FELICIA<br />
Yeah, well, he implied that.<br />
<br />
JANIS<br />
Bob and I are just friends.<br />
<br />
FELICIA<br />
What shade of friends?<br />
<br />
Janis does not answer.<br />
<br />
FELICIA (CONT'D)<br />
It doesn't matter. I'll get all<br />
the details when I start working at<br />
the bar next week. Bob gave me my<br />
job back.<br />
<br />
JANIS<br />
He what? He gave you...but he<br />
promised.<br />
<br />
Felicia lowers her sunglasses and looks at Janis.<br />
<br />
FELICIA<br />
What did you say?<br />
<br />
JANIS<br />
Nothing.<br />
<br />
FELICIA<br />
He promised. You're the one who<br />
got me fired?<br />
<br />
JANIS<br />
No.<br />
<br />
FELICIA<br />
Wow, this is like interesting. I<br />
mean it hurts. Big time, since you<br />
are almost my best friend. But<br />
nonetheless, I shall try to<br />
maintain a certain calm distance<br />
from this rather distressing news.<br />
<br />
JANIS<br />
It is not as if you didn't know<br />
that Bob and I are or...had been<br />
lovers.<br />
<br />
FELICIA<br />
So you get me fired because he<br />
comes on to me?<br />
<br />
JANIS<br />
I merely asked Bob to consider<br />
letting you go since...well, he<br />
told me you both did it.<br />
<br />
FELICIA<br />
One night. Jeeesh. And he wasn't<br />
so great.<br />
<br />
JANIS<br />
You know, that hurts.<br />
<br />
FELICIA<br />
There's a lot of mutual hurting<br />
going on here.<br />
<br />
Felicia grabs her purse, she stands and walks up to Janis.<br />
She pulls out her wallet and then a wad of cash. She hands<br />
it to Janis.<br />
<br />
FELICIA (CONT'D)<br />
Here's your money. So I had a weak<br />
moment.<br />
<br />
JANIS<br />
I don't know what to say to all<br />
this.<br />
<br />
FELICIA<br />
No more fucking Bob. I mean me.<br />
You can all you want. I have my<br />
job back. And things have returned<br />
to the way they were before.<br />
There's nothing more to say.<br />
Friends?<br />
<br />
JANIS<br />
I guess.<br />
<br />
Felicia gives a quick kiss on Janis's cheek.<br />
<br />
FELICIA<br />
Good.<br />
<br />
Felicia puts her shades back on, plops onto the couch. She<br />
picks up her earbuds and is about to put them in, but notices<br />
that Janis is staring at her, somewhat blankly.<br />
<br />
FELICIA (CONT'D)<br />
What?<br />
<br />
JANIS<br />
I can't tell if I feel better about<br />
all this.<br />
<br />
FELICIA<br />
If you think too hard about<br />
anything, it starts to...suck.<br />
<br />
Felisha puts her ear buds in. Janis takes a breath and is<br />
resigned to the moment.<br />
<br />
THE END.<br />
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Parodicalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06746436599256236061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665553421557497824.post-10949355113726852312018-01-01T12:55:00.002-08:002018-01-01T12:56:05.930-08:00Apartment in The Woods INT. LOFT APARTMENT<br />
<br />
The lights are low. There is a beam of light that cuts into<br />
the FRAME along the floor and up the wall. We are facing the<br />
corner of a room. The light beam cuts across the corner.<br />
Standing in the corner in the beam of light is MALLORY. Into<br />
the light walks GINA. Mallory is a brunette and Gina has<br />
very long blond hair. Mallory is stiff with near panic.<br />
Gina seems to be calmer.<br />
<br />
GINA<br />
OK, all the doors are locked.<br />
<br />
MALLORY<br />
Just tell me. Where did you get<br />
this real estate broker's name?<br />
<br />
GINA<br />
Craigslist.<br />
<br />
MALLORY<br />
Craigslist. You joking me? Anyone<br />
can place an ad on Craigslist.<br />
<br />
GINA<br />
Calm down Mallory. We'll find a<br />
way out.<br />
<br />
MALLORY<br />
I knew there was something wrong<br />
with him.<br />
<br />
GINA<br />
We don't know that yet.<br />
<br />
MALLORY<br />
He locked the doors. The windows<br />
are all locked. He turned the<br />
lights out. And now we can't find<br />
him.<br />
<br />
GINA<br />
(yelling loudly)<br />
Mr. Ricola. We're over here.<br />
<br />
MALLORY<br />
Why are you telling where to find<br />
us? And really...you think<br />
Ricola's is his real name? He took<br />
that off a throat lozenge.<br />
<br />
GINA<br />
You know, I am starting to re<br />
assess whether we should be<br />
roommates. I didn't know you had<br />
an hysterical side.<br />
<br />
MALLORY<br />
I am not hysterical. I mean, why<br />
should I be? We have only been<br />
locked up by some psycho broker.<br />
<br />
GINA<br />
Listen to me, I am going to walk<br />
alone the outside wall, all the way<br />
around the arpartment. I am sure I<br />
will find some way to get out. You<br />
stay here.<br />
<br />
MALLORY<br />
What?<br />
<br />
GINA<br />
You stay here...<br />
<br />
MALLORY<br />
That is the classic mistake made in<br />
every horror movie. I am not<br />
staying here.<br />
<br />
GINA<br />
Oh, and what are you going to do if<br />
I bump into our psycho man and he<br />
chops my head off. You going to be<br />
able to deal.<br />
<br />
A moment.<br />
<br />
MALLORY<br />
OK, but just be quick about it.<br />
<br />
Gina leaves. Mallory stands alone. She is really starting<br />
to fall apart, but doing the best she can to buck up.<br />
<br />
MALLORY (CONT'D)<br />
(singing to herself)<br />
Oh the weather outside is<br />
frightful...but in here it's so<br />
delightful...And since we've no<br />
place to go...let it snow...let<br />
it..<br />
<br />
We HEAR a scream. A very loud awful scream. Mallory<br />
stiffens. IN walks LIAM.<br />
He is holding in his hand a very long strand of blond hair.<br />
Liam has some blood on his hand and shirt.<br />
<br />
LIAM<br />
So, what do you think of the<br />
apartment?<br />
<br />
MALLORY<br />
(loudly calling)<br />
Gina. Gina.<br />
<br />
LIAM<br />
I think she's indisposed at the<br />
moment. She has great hair, don't<br />
you think? (referencing to the hair<br />
in his hand)<br />
<br />
MALLORY<br />
Gina...<br />
<br />
LIAM<br />
It's like silk. I have never had a<br />
keepsake this beautiful.<br />
<br />
MALLORY<br />
She's going to be really pissed<br />
when she finds out you cut her<br />
hair.<br />
<br />
LIAM<br />
Ha ha ha....that's funny. (a<br />
little crazy) You're the funny<br />
one. You have two female<br />
roommates, and one of them is<br />
always the funny girl.<br />
<br />
MALLORY<br />
We're not roommates...and quite<br />
frankly I am not feeling very funny<br />
right now. Can you just<br />
like...turn the lights on and...<br />
<br />
LIAM<br />
Show you another apartment?...this<br />
was the only one on my list.<br />
Sorry. You really don't like it,<br />
do you? I can tell. I can tell<br />
things like that. What a girl is<br />
thinking.<br />
<br />
Mallory is almost hyper-ventilating, but she is also<br />
thinking, her mind racing.<br />
<br />
LIAM (CONT'D)<br />
You know...there's no air<br />
conditioning. So you might want to<br />
take off your shirt. It's a little<br />
hot in here.<br />
<br />
MALLORY<br />
Excuse me, but I have boundaries.<br />
<br />
Liam seems to stiffen with rage. He grabs both ends of the<br />
long blond hair and starts to twist it into a tight strand.<br />
<br />
LIAM<br />
You have boundaries?<br />
<br />
MALLORY<br />
Everyone has boundaries.<br />
<br />
Liam takes a step forward, slowly.<br />
<br />
LIAM<br />
Ooooooooh. Have I just crossed<br />
past your boundary? Huh? Did I do<br />
it?<br />
<br />
MALLORY<br />
I'll take off my jacket.<br />
<br />
She does this.<br />
<br />
MALLORY (CONT'D)<br />
See, I'm cooperating.<br />
<br />
LIAM<br />
You're not cooperating. You're<br />
negotiating. And I hate when girls<br />
think they can negotiate. You see<br />
this?<br />
<br />
Liam references the very tight length of blond hair.<br />
<br />
LIAM (CONT'D)<br />
The Nazis used piano wire. They<br />
wrapped one wire round the neck and<br />
let the body's weight slowly pull<br />
the wire through the flesh,<br />
eventually snapping right through<br />
the spinal cord. It's really<br />
(shivering his head)...yuck. I<br />
would never do that.<br />
<br />
At this moment, a baseball bat slams into the side of Liam's<br />
head. He goes flying into the dark.<br />
Gina is standing behind where Liam was holding the bat. She<br />
is bruised on her face pretty bad and her hair is cut sort.<br />
Mallory screams.<br />
<br />
GINA<br />
That's for the bad haricut.<br />
<br />
Gina tosses the baseball bat at the floor in the direction of<br />
where Liam must have landed.<br />
<br />
MALLORY<br />
Jesus Gina...do you have to be so<br />
gruesome.<br />
<br />
GINA<br />
Sorry. I'm not in the best mood.<br />
<br />
MALLORY<br />
Well, I'm not cleaning that up.<br />
<br />
GINA<br />
I found a walk-in closet with<br />
shelves of athletic gear. It's<br />
really quite a nice place.<br />
<br />
Mallory picks up her jacket from the floor.<br />
<br />
MALLORY<br />
Did you happen to find a way out to<br />
the street? I am suddenly in a<br />
shopping mood.<br />
<br />
Gina is touching her hair, or what is left of it.<br />
<br />
MALLORY (CONT'D)<br />
It doesn't look that bad, actually.<br />
<br />
GINA<br />
I am not interested in bonding,<br />
Mallory.<br />
<br />
MALLORY<br />
Yeah, OK.<br />
<br />
GINA<br />
We can bond later.<br />
<br />
MALLORY<br />
Gotcha.<br />
<br />
GINA<br />
Now let's go and...get a drink.<br />
<br />
MALLORY<br />
Good idea. But there's this shoe<br />
store down the block. Can we take<br />
a peak? Just, like fast.<br />
<br />
THE END.<br />
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Parodicalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06746436599256236061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665553421557497824.post-76283757334955290442018-01-01T12:52:00.001-08:002018-01-01T12:52:03.365-08:00Another Day In Peru INT. PRISON CELL PERU<br />
<br />
The room is dark and dank. AMY is sitting on the floor next<br />
to two water pipes that run from floor to ceiling. She is<br />
handcuffed to one of the pipes. Amy is in very simple<br />
clothes, something like hospital garb, but torn and flilthy.<br />
Amy is not well; her eyes sunken, her skin ashen, her hair<br />
matted. KATHARINE walks in. Katharine is well dressed,<br />
simple business-like clothes. She holds an attache case.<br />
Katharine walks up to Amy.<br />
<br />
KATHARINE<br />
Amy.<br />
<br />
No response.<br />
<br />
KATHARINE (cont'd) (contíd)<br />
Amy Turlington. I'm Katharine Beyers.<br />
<br />
Still no response.<br />
<br />
KATHARINE (cont'd) (contíd)<br />
From Amnesty International.<br />
<br />
Amy is startled, slowly looking up through nutrition-starved<br />
eyes.<br />
<br />
KATHARINE (cont'd) (contíd)<br />
Katharine Beyers. Did they inform you I<br />
was coming?<br />
<br />
AMY<br />
Who are you?<br />
<br />
KATHARINE<br />
Amnesty International.<br />
<br />
AMY<br />
My mother...my mother said you might<br />
come...might come some day.<br />
<br />
Katharine checks some papers.<br />
<br />
KATHARINE<br />
I see your mother was last here four<br />
months ago.<br />
<br />
AMY<br />
Four months? Has it been that long?<br />
<br />
KATHARINE<br />
Anyone else visit you?<br />
<br />
AMY<br />
Someone from the embassy.<br />
<br />
KATHARINE<br />
The US Embassy?<br />
<br />
AMY<br />
The guards visit once a day. They slip<br />
food through the slot.<br />
<br />
KATHARINE<br />
Do you remain shackled like this all day?<br />
<br />
AMY<br />
Only when I have a visitor.<br />
<br />
KATHARINE<br />
So you knew I was coming?<br />
<br />
AMY<br />
I didn't know who was coming.<br />
<br />
KATHARINE<br />
You don't seem... you don't seem pleased<br />
to have a visitor.<br />
<br />
AMY<br />
After six years here, visitors don't seem<br />
to make a difference. So why the fuck<br />
are you here?<br />
<br />
KATHARINE<br />
The American government is placing great<br />
pressure on the Peruvian regime to<br />
release you.<br />
<br />
AMY<br />
It's taken six years.<br />
<br />
KATHARINE<br />
They needed proof that you were not<br />
involved with the Red Star freedom<br />
fighters.<br />
<br />
AMY<br />
And so where did they get this proof.<br />
<br />
KATHARINE<br />
Well actually, since you can't prove a<br />
negative, the Peruvian authorities were<br />
unable to provide proof of your<br />
involvement. So the Americans consider<br />
this proof of no involvement.<br />
<br />
AMY<br />
Did you pass the men and women in the<br />
cages down the hall from here? Is the<br />
American government going to do anything<br />
about them?<br />
<br />
KATHARINE<br />
They are not Americans.<br />
<br />
AMY<br />
Chica. Jose. Billy. Roberto. Roberto<br />
is scheduled for execution.<br />
<br />
KATHARINE<br />
You speak of them as friends.<br />
<br />
AMY<br />
The Peruvians are idiots. They couldn't<br />
prove a fucking thing. But they<br />
convicted me anyway because it would have<br />
looked bad to put Peruvians in jail but<br />
not the American. So I am a political<br />
prisoner.<br />
<br />
KATHARINE<br />
You want out?<br />
<br />
AMY<br />
Is that a serious question?<br />
<br />
KATHARINE<br />
Would you feel guilt being released<br />
without the release of the men and women<br />
down the hall?<br />
<br />
AMY<br />
That's a joke. Six years in a cockroach<br />
infested, damp, cold, room, with a bucket<br />
to shit in is a fantastic remedy for<br />
guilt. Anger gets rid of guilt.<br />
<br />
KATHARINE<br />
You are angry?<br />
<br />
AMY<br />
Is this thing really going to happen, or<br />
are you just some kind of do-gooding<br />
missionary hauling a bag of phantom hope?<br />
<br />
KATHARINE<br />
No. This is real.<br />
<br />
AMY<br />
I can help you after I get out of here.<br />
Chica had nothing to do with the bombing.<br />
She was unaware of it. Roberto and I<br />
planned the whole thing. I need to help<br />
Chica get out of here. If I tell the<br />
whole story once I am back in America,<br />
maybe I can help you get Chica out.<br />
<br />
KATHARINE<br />
You planned the bombing?<br />
<br />
AMY<br />
Made the bombs. Roberto didn't know what<br />
he was doing.<br />
<br />
KATHARINE<br />
Forty school children were killed because<br />
of one of those bombs.<br />
<br />
AMY<br />
Yes. I know. But thousands of people<br />
have been murdered by the Peruvian<br />
regime. Politics are about<br />
statement...about symbols. Forty dead<br />
children is some hell of a symbol.<br />
<br />
Katharine pulls out a cell phone. She flips it open and<br />
punches in a number.<br />
<br />
KATHARINE<br />
(in Spanish)<br />
It's Margarita. Yes. Yes...I got what<br />
you wanted. OK. Thnak you.<br />
<br />
Katharine flips the phone closed. She then takes out a small<br />
hand audio recorder and turns it off. Katharine now talks in<br />
English, but with a Spanish accent.<br />
<br />
KATHARINE (cont'd) (contíd)<br />
I think the Americans will now back off.<br />
I think forty school children is as big a<br />
symbol in America as here in Peru. I<br />
thank you for your cooperation. Consider<br />
yourself lucky. Afterall, you didn't get<br />
the death penalty. Just life. We have<br />
spared your life. Unlike Roberto, who<br />
will be shot next Tuesday outside your<br />
window. You can watch. A little bit of<br />
entertainment.<br />
<br />
Katharine gets up and walks out.<br />
<br />
THE END.<br />
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Parodicalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06746436599256236061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665553421557497824.post-75195255526469922212018-01-01T12:39:00.003-08:002018-01-01T12:39:40.350-08:00A Short Lunch INT. RESTAURANT MIDDAY<br />
<br />
ALICE sits at a restaurant table. She is dressed in business<br />
clothes. She appears impatient. Several beats pass.<br />
MARIBELL walks up to the table and takes a seat.<br />
<br />
MARIBELL<br />
Sorry.<br />
<br />
ALICE<br />
Are you...<br />
<br />
MARIBELL<br />
Yes. Maribell. The car service was<br />
late. And the traffic.<br />
<br />
ALICE<br />
So you recognized me? When you came into<br />
the restaurant?<br />
<br />
MARIBELL<br />
I've seenmany photos of you. John has<br />
three of them in his wallet.<br />
<br />
ALICE<br />
He does?<br />
<br />
MARIBELL<br />
Yes. And the boys. Adorable.<br />
<br />
ALICE<br />
You've seen the wallet photos?<br />
<br />
MARIBELL<br />
Yes.<br />
<br />
ALICE<br />
John has all of us, all of us framed in<br />
oak on his desk, on his desk.<br />
<br />
MARIBELL<br />
I've seen that one too. You can't miss<br />
it. It's as big as his laptop, sitting<br />
up at attention next to his laptop. John<br />
pecking away at his computer, throwing<br />
glances at that photo. It's not oask, by<br />
the way, it's maple.<br />
<br />
ALICE<br />
Throwing glances?<br />
<br />
MARIBELL<br />
Howdid you know of that framed family<br />
photo? You've never visited John's<br />
office?<br />
<br />
ALICE<br />
Why would John throw glances at the<br />
photo?<br />
<br />
MARIBELL<br />
Guilt.<br />
<br />
ALICE<br />
John and I made love last night.<br />
<br />
MARIBELL<br />
I'm happy for you.<br />
<br />
ALICE<br />
Doesn't that bother you?<br />
<br />
MARIBELL<br />
you're married to him.<br />
<br />
ALICE<br />
You're not what I expected?<br />
<br />
MARIBELL<br />
What did you expect?<br />
<br />
ALICE<br />
John is attracted to the intellectual<br />
type.<br />
<br />
MARIBELL<br />
Oh, yeah.<br />
<br />
ALICE<br />
Yeah.<br />
<br />
MARIBELL<br />
News to me.<br />
<br />
ALICE<br />
Looks, let's cut to the chase. You're<br />
fucking my husband and I want it to stop.<br />
<br />
MARIBELL<br />
No.<br />
<br />
ALICE<br />
No?<br />
<br />
MARIBELL<br />
No, I'm not fucking your husband. Not<br />
anymore. He fired me this morning.<br />
<br />
ALICE<br />
Really.<br />
<br />
MARIBELL<br />
Called me into his office and said it<br />
wasn't working out. A bit of<br />
coincidence, don't you think.<br />
<br />
ALICE<br />
How do yo mean?<br />
<br />
MARIBELL<br />
You calling me and asking to meet me for<br />
munch. I mean out of the blue...you<br />
never come to the office...your the<br />
mystery wife at the office...no one ever<br />
sees you. Everyone says your the career<br />
obessed type....and out of the blue you<br />
call me and ask me, secretly, to lunch.<br />
And that morning, this morning, I get<br />
fired. Coincidence.<br />
<br />
ALICE<br />
I don't know.<br />
<br />
MARIBELL<br />
You're a lawyer, right?<br />
<br />
ALICE<br />
Yes.<br />
<br />
MARIBELL<br />
Is this sexually harrassment?<br />
<br />
ALICE<br />
Is what sexual harrassment?<br />
<br />
MARIBELL<br />
You husband firing me. I mena, think<br />
about it...he comes on to me, his<br />
secretary, his employee, and we end up<br />
fucking, as you say, almost every Tuesday<br />
night at the Gramercy park Hotel, room<br />
1501. Lots of dinners. This watch.<br />
John bought me this watch for my<br />
birthday. This goes on for five months.<br />
And then last week I tell John that I'm<br />
falling in love...not with John, mind<br />
you.<br />
I'm having this affair with someone else,<br />
you see....and John didn't know about it.<br />
And when I told him, he started to cry.<br />
<br />
ALICE<br />
John started to cry?<br />
<br />
MARIBELL<br />
Like a baby. Poor thing. So I gave him<br />
one last 1501...that's what he called<br />
it...let's do a 1501...well, anyway,<br />
right after that, after I ghave him<br />
everything he wanted and more, he got<br />
cold. Very cold. Wouldn't talk to me<br />
until this morning...when he fired me.<br />
Harrassment, yes?<br />
<br />
ALICE<br />
Who's harrassing who?<br />
<br />
MARIBELL<br />
Really Alice, I can call you Alice? It<br />
seems to be a classic case Listen to me,<br />
talking about cases and law. What do I<br />
know of such things. But that's what my<br />
lawyer said, it's a classic case of<br />
sexual harrassment.<br />
<br />
ALICE<br />
You've seen a lawyer already?<br />
<br />
MARIBELL<br />
Of course. Wouldn't you? After John<br />
fired me, I just grabbed my things,<br />
deleted a couple of important files from<br />
the computer, just to stick him. My<br />
lawyer says I shouldn't have done that,<br />
but he could explain it, you know,<br />
emoptional distress, things like that.<br />
Left and went to a friend's office.<br />
Funny, he's an emplyment lawyer.<br />
Specializes in the stuff. He says I have<br />
a classic case. Worth a lot of money.<br />
Then I came here.<br />
<br />
ALICE<br />
What is it you want?<br />
<br />
MARIBELL<br />
You're the one who asked me to munch.<br />
And it appears you've gotten what you<br />
want. I am no longer fucking John. God,<br />
I hate that word. We made love.<br />
We had sex. All kinds. He likes things<br />
from column A and B, if you know what I<br />
mean.<br />
<br />
ALICE<br />
Are you planning to proceed with this<br />
lawsuit?<br />
<br />
MARIBELL<br />
Look, I'm sure this is difficult for you.<br />
You don't know what to say or how to<br />
react. I mean, you're a woman, a<br />
professional woman, and I'm certain you<br />
have feminist ideals, you know equality<br />
and all, equal pay for equal work and all<br />
that other stuff...so part of you wants<br />
me to sue John and recover the damage he<br />
has done to me. But then, you are also a<br />
mother, with two children and a family<br />
and neighbors and friends and a house in<br />
Englewood, so that side of you just wants<br />
me to go away and disappear to protect<br />
all of what you have, particualrly to<br />
protect your sons. And you are also<br />
John's wife...god knows what that<br />
means...maybe you want to kill<br />
John...maybe you want to kill me...maybe<br />
you want to go through some deep denial<br />
and foregt it ever happened. So you're<br />
confused. But if you think about it,<br />
this situation is nothing that money<br />
can't solve. Money can solve so many<br />
things. I figure, if you get rid of me<br />
first by paying me some reasonable hefty<br />
amount, you can then decide what to do<br />
next, that is either get rid of John or<br />
protect the kids, the house, the friends,<br />
the two BMWs and that membership at the<br />
Englewood Field Club.<br />
<br />
ALICE<br />
You know about the Field Club?<br />
<br />
MARIBELL<br />
Don't ask...it'll be too upsetting.<br />
<br />
A waiter brings a glass of champagne.<br />
<br />
MARIBELL (cont'd) (contíd)<br />
Thank you. (to Alice) I ordered this on<br />
the way in. I don't usually drink at<br />
lunch, but I'm too upset.<br />
<br />
Maribell chugs the entire glass of champagne.<br />
<br />
MARIBELL (cont'd) (contíd)<br />
I don't really have an appetite. And I<br />
have to go to the health club to work off<br />
this emotional stress I'm feeling. So if<br />
you sdon't miond hgetting the champagne<br />
I'l be on my way.<br />
<br />
Maribell stands.<br />
<br />
MARIBELL (cont'd) (contíd)<br />
It was nice meeting you. Looks like a<br />
nice restaurant. I'll have to try it<br />
sometime.<br />
<br />
Maribell leaves. Alice remains at her chair staring off into<br />
nothing.<br />
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Parodicalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06746436599256236061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665553421557497824.post-5200372480043195642018-01-01T12:36:00.001-08:002018-01-01T12:36:05.362-08:00Blueprint INT. ARCHITECT'S OFFICE<br />
<br />
JENNY BROCK sits at a chair in front of a large table. On<br />
the table is a blueprint of the proposed design of Jenny's<br />
new house in East Hampton. Opposite Jenny sits KENDRA<br />
SAFFRON, the architect. Jenny is looking at the plans.<br />
<br />
KENDRA SAFFRON<br />
So, what do you think?<br />
<br />
JENNY BROCK<br />
I don't like it.<br />
<br />
KENDRA SAFFRON<br />
It satisfies all your concerns without<br />
adding any additional cost.<br />
<br />
JENNY BROCK<br />
I'm not concerned with additional costs.<br />
Do you think I'm concerned with<br />
additional costs?<br />
<br />
KENDRA SAFFRON<br />
What I'm saying is that I have added<br />
square footage, together with an extra<br />
bathroom, and by cutting back the<br />
foundation footprint, I have kept the<br />
cost essentially the same.<br />
<br />
JENNY BROCK<br />
Where's the pool?<br />
<br />
KENDRA SAFFRON<br />
Right here.<br />
<br />
JENNY BROCK<br />
No. The lap pool. I want a lap pool.<br />
<br />
KENDRA SAFFRON<br />
You said nothing about a lap pool.<br />
<br />
JENNY BROCK<br />
I distinctly remember saying I wanted a<br />
lap pool.<br />
<br />
KENDRA SAFFRON<br />
You said you wanted a Jacuzzi.<br />
<br />
JENNY BROCK<br />
A large Jacuzzi...one I can swim in.<br />
Back and forth, back and forth. I have<br />
to do laps.<br />
<br />
KENDRA SAFFRON<br />
Well, we can add a lap pool.<br />
<br />
JENNY BROCK<br />
The kind that is inside and out.<br />
<br />
KENDRA SAFFRON<br />
Inside and out?<br />
<br />
JENNY BROCK<br />
A long one with one end inside the house<br />
and the other end outside the house.<br />
<br />
KENDRA SAFFRON<br />
That requires a substantial re-working of<br />
the wall supports...and of course it will<br />
add substantially to the cost.<br />
<br />
JENNY BROCK<br />
I told you, I'm not concerned about the<br />
cost.<br />
<br />
KENDRA SAFFRON<br />
If you don't mind me saying this, your<br />
husband gave me instructions that he did<br />
not want the total cost to exceed 1.4<br />
million. We are already at 1.38.<br />
<br />
JENNY BROCK<br />
I don't give a fuck what my husband said.<br />
We're getting divorced anyway.<br />
<br />
KENDRA SAFFRON<br />
Getting divorced?<br />
<br />
JENNY BROCK<br />
He doesn't know it, and I'd appreciate it<br />
if you'd keep your mouth shut about the<br />
matter.<br />
<br />
KENDRA SAFFRON<br />
It would violate my professional code of<br />
ethics to not advise him of the estimated<br />
costs.<br />
<br />
JENNY BROCK<br />
Look, after the divorce, this house is<br />
going to be mine. I'm going to be living<br />
in it, with my Pharaoh hound, Muffy, my<br />
three Van Goghs, and my lap pool. You<br />
fudge the figures so the house gets built<br />
the way I want it.<br />
<br />
KENDRA SAFFRON<br />
I can't do that.<br />
<br />
JENNY BROCK<br />
Where do you live?<br />
<br />
KENDRA SAFFRON<br />
And how is that relevant?<br />
<br />
JENNY BROCK<br />
Where do you live?<br />
<br />
KENDRA SAFFRON<br />
On 132nd Street and Morningside Avenue.<br />
<br />
JENNY BROCK<br />
It's a black area, right?<br />
<br />
KENDRA SAFFRON<br />
Not entirely.<br />
<br />
JENNY BROCK<br />
Well, it's mostly black, or at least dark<br />
skinned, Hispanic, drug addicts, and you<br />
people remain stuck in that<br />
neighborhood...and do you know why?<br />
<br />
KENDRA SAFFRON<br />
No. Tell me. Why?<br />
<br />
JENNY BROCK<br />
Because you're not willing to fuck your<br />
husbands.<br />
<br />
KENDRA SAFFRON<br />
Excuse me?<br />
<br />
JENNY BROCK<br />
I'm not talking about sex. I'm talking<br />
about fuck, as in to screw, to pull a job<br />
on your old man so you get the fruits and<br />
make a killing.<br />
<br />
KENDRA SAFFRON<br />
Really. I didn't realize that my people<br />
were "stuck" for that reason.<br />
<br />
JENNY BROCK<br />
Absolutely. White people have been<br />
fucking each other for generations, and<br />
that accounts for the fact that we own<br />
homes on Park Avenue and East Hampton and<br />
you're stuck in some railroad flat in<br />
Harlem.<br />
<br />
KENDRA SAFFRON<br />
I happen to own a brownstone with my<br />
husband.<br />
<br />
JENNY BROCK<br />
A brownstone in Harlem. Really. You<br />
call that living.<br />
<br />
KENDRA SAFFRON<br />
I think this meeting is over.<br />
<br />
JENNY BROCK<br />
No, you're not listening to me. I read<br />
this in the paper the other day. Divorce<br />
rates for white people are three times<br />
that of blacks. Three times. And<br />
everytime there's a divorce, we women are<br />
in a position to make a killing. Blacks<br />
are way behind in social evolution from<br />
us whites, and it shows in your<br />
neighborhoods and your schools and your<br />
families.<br />
<br />
KENDRA SAFFRON<br />
We black people, as you say, have<br />
families, intact families...I think<br />
that's a superior state of social<br />
evolution than the mess you are in.<br />
<br />
JENNY BROCK<br />
I'm not in any mess. I'm getting a lap<br />
pool. Do you have a lap pool?<br />
<br />
KENDRA SAFFRON<br />
I don't want a lap pool.<br />
<br />
JENNY BROCK<br />
This is your problem.<br />
<br />
KENDRA SAFFRON<br />
My problem is that I have a privileged<br />
white bitch with racist attitudes sitting<br />
in my office.<br />
<br />
JENNY BROCK<br />
Oh, don't pull the race card with me.<br />
<br />
KENDRA SAFFRON<br />
I think I will call your husband and<br />
inform him of your plans.<br />
<br />
JENNY BROCK<br />
Oh, it won't matter. I'll just deny it.<br />
And he's so gullible. An idiot, really.<br />
<br />
KENDRA SAFFRON<br />
You hate blacks, Hispanics, and all men.<br />
<br />
JENNY BROCK<br />
White men. I actually like black men.<br />
Well, I'm curious. I can't say I've ever<br />
had one.<br />
<br />
KENDRA SAFFRON<br />
This discussion has become ridiculous and<br />
I am being dragged into a conversation<br />
which is not only a waste of time but an<br />
outrage. Can you please leave my office.<br />
<br />
JENNY BROCK<br />
OK. OK. I can live without the lap<br />
pool. Just...just don't call my husband.<br />
You know, he doesn't even know you're<br />
black. You don't sound black...you have<br />
a very white voice, at least on the<br />
telephone. So if you call him and tell<br />
him about my intent to give him the dump,<br />
I'm going to tell him your black...and he<br />
won't like that. And if I remember<br />
correctly, he owes you a lot of<br />
money...by last count, about<br />
$45,000...and he won't cut a check like<br />
that to a black person. He's really a<br />
disgusting guy, very racist A pig,<br />
really. You see why I want a divorce.<br />
Forget the lap pool. Just get the damn<br />
thing built so I can move to East Hampton<br />
and start my divorce. That's all I want<br />
out of life.<br />
<br />
Jenny gets up and leaves. Kendra sits there, lost somewhere<br />
between befuddlement and anger.<br />
<br />
THE END.<br />
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Parodicalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06746436599256236061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665553421557497824.post-79053821015966473732018-01-01T12:32:00.002-08:002018-01-01T12:32:50.377-08:00Caught INT. LIVING ROOM<br />
<br />
JASON sits on a couch. KAYLA stands facing Jason. There is<br />
a rather long moment of silence. When Kayla starts talking,<br />
Jason attempts, weakly, to get a word in.<br />
<br />
KAYLA<br />
Is there something I didn't do? Is<br />
my hair not right? Do I need to<br />
lose weight? Work out? Do I suck<br />
in bed, Jason? Is that it? I<br />
don't satisfy you?<br />
<br />
JASON<br />
No. No. You are great.<br />
<br />
KAYLA<br />
Is she great too?<br />
<br />
Jason does not respond.<br />
<br />
KAYLA (CONT'D)<br />
Is that what you tell her?<br />
<br />
JASON<br />
It was a mistake.<br />
<br />
KAYLA<br />
Mistake. How long again did this<br />
mistake go on? Six months. And<br />
how many fucking times did we make<br />
a mistake during those six months?<br />
<br />
JASON<br />
It's over.<br />
<br />
KAYLA<br />
Does she know that? Have you told<br />
her that IT is over, or did you<br />
just make that decision now because<br />
I caught you?<br />
<br />
JASON<br />
You get started in something, you<br />
know you shouldn't start, but you<br />
do it, thinking that you'll stop<br />
tomorrow. But you keep...putting<br />
it off. You know about that, don't<br />
you Kayla.<br />
<br />
KAYLA<br />
Oh, you are making an analogy now?<br />
Is that what you are doing.<br />
Trying to compare my drinking with<br />
you fucking another woman?<br />
<br />
JASON<br />
Yeah. That's what I'm doing.<br />
<br />
KAYLA<br />
Is that what this is about? My<br />
drinking? That is bullshit. I am<br />
not a drunk, Jason. I am not<br />
dysfunctional. I have a job. I<br />
make more money than you. I am<br />
responsible. I (rising volume)<br />
socially drink.<br />
<br />
JASON<br />
You fuck a bottle, I fucked a<br />
woman. We both have a problem. We<br />
can move on and fix it.<br />
<br />
KAYLA<br />
No. No. You are not going to make<br />
this about that. My drinking is<br />
not a violation of our<br />
relationship. This is about trust,<br />
Jason.<br />
<br />
JASON<br />
Yes, Kayla. Trust. Like when you<br />
said you'd give up drinking.<br />
<br />
KAYLA<br />
What's her name?<br />
<br />
JASON<br />
That's not important.<br />
<br />
KAYLA<br />
Do I know her?<br />
<br />
JASON<br />
No. Not really.<br />
<br />
KAYLA<br />
What you mean, not really? I<br />
either know her or I don't.<br />
<br />
JASON<br />
It's Jennifer.<br />
<br />
KAYLA<br />
Jennifer. My Jennifer, my<br />
secretary? You are fucking my<br />
secretary.<br />
<br />
JASON<br />
It's too complicated to explain how<br />
it happened.<br />
<br />
KAYLA<br />
My secretary is fucking my husband.<br />
Holy fucking shit.<br />
<br />
JASON<br />
Please don't take it out on her.<br />
This is all my fault.<br />
<br />
KAYLA<br />
I just can't...she knows every<br />
personal detail about me.<br />
Secretaries do that. And now she<br />
knows you...every detail about you.<br />
How you look with your clothes off,<br />
how you lie in bed, how you make<br />
love. Have you cooked for her?<br />
<br />
Jason does not answer.<br />
<br />
KAYLA (CONT'D)<br />
You've made her dinner, haven't<br />
you. You and Jennifer like a<br />
married couple.<br />
<br />
JASON<br />
Trust me, it is nothing like<br />
marriage.<br />
<br />
KAYLA<br />
Oh, no, of course, it's better.<br />
Isn't it? You don't have all the<br />
messy stuff like living with<br />
someone day to day.<br />
<br />
JASON<br />
And none of the mood swings. None<br />
of the passing out on the floor<br />
from drinking a magnum of white<br />
wine. Or falling asleep drunk at<br />
the Thanksgiving table with my<br />
family.<br />
<br />
KAYLA<br />
I am a person, Jason, a fully<br />
formed human being with all the<br />
problems that come with being that.<br />
And you promised...you made a vow<br />
to live with all my shit, through<br />
sickness and health. You made a<br />
fucking vow.<br />
<br />
Jason does not say anything. Kayla is doing all she can to<br />
not cry. A moment of awkwardness, and then Kayla leaves. We<br />
are left with Jason on the couch.<br />
<br />
THE END.<br />
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Parodicalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06746436599256236061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665553421557497824.post-64640937764889840262018-01-01T12:30:00.003-08:002018-01-01T12:30:49.468-08:00Casting Agent From Hell INT OFFICE - DAY<br />
<br />
MARION MARION sits behind a desk, organizing papers and<br />
pecking at her Blackberry. JOHN SANTANA sits opposite her in<br />
a chair.<br />
<br />
MARION MARION<br />
Name?<br />
<br />
JOHN SANTANA<br />
Santana. John Santana.<br />
<br />
MARION MARION<br />
You have a headshot?<br />
<br />
JOHN SANTANA<br />
Yes.<br />
<br />
John hands her a headshot, which she takes without making eye<br />
contact.<br />
<br />
JOHN SANTANA (CONT'D)<br />
I must have written your name down<br />
incorrectly. I have it as Marion<br />
Marion. I don't have your last<br />
name.<br />
<br />
MARION MARION<br />
It's Marion.<br />
<br />
JOHN SANTANA<br />
Oh. OK.<br />
<br />
MARION MARION<br />
And the first name is Marion too.<br />
You repeat it twice. You have a<br />
problem with that?<br />
<br />
JOHN SANTANA<br />
No. No. That's cool.<br />
<br />
MARION MARION<br />
It's not cool. It is just the way<br />
it is. Your resume is pretty<br />
vacant.<br />
<br />
JOHN SANTANA<br />
Well, I recently graduated from<br />
school.<br />
<br />
MARION MARION<br />
You graduated three years ago.<br />
What the hell you been doing?<br />
<br />
JOHN SANTANA<br />
Auditions, mostly.<br />
<br />
MARION MARION<br />
Are you ready?<br />
<br />
JOHN SANTANA<br />
Ready?<br />
<br />
MARION MARION<br />
The monologue. The monologue.<br />
Let's hear it.<br />
<br />
JOHN SANTANA<br />
Yes. Of course.<br />
<br />
John grabs one sheet of paper from his bag. He glances at<br />
it.<br />
<br />
JOHN SANTANA (CONT'D)<br />
You want me to play this tough?<br />
<br />
MARION MARION<br />
Excuse me?<br />
<br />
JOHN SANTANA<br />
Well, this character is clearly<br />
about to kill someone, right. So<br />
you want tough, nasty, or maybe<br />
mean? I do mean real well. Or<br />
perhaps he is just throwing the<br />
lines away, like he doesn't care.<br />
Like he is making conversation<br />
while reading the newspaper.<br />
<br />
MARION MARION<br />
I doubt you do "mean" well.<br />
<br />
JOHN SANTANA<br />
Oh, is that like a challenge? I<br />
love acting challenges. I am very<br />
good at taking risks.<br />
<br />
MARION MARION<br />
Can we just do it.<br />
<br />
John glances again at the sheet of paper in his hand. And he<br />
holds out his other hand as if it is a pistol with the index<br />
finger as the barrel of the gun. John makes the acting choice<br />
of nasty and mean.<br />
<br />
JOHN SANTANA<br />
I'm going to fucking kill you.<br />
Right here, right now, in your head<br />
with this bullet shattering your<br />
skull and exploding your brain<br />
matter into a million shards. And<br />
then, after I do that, I am going<br />
to cut your body up into little<br />
pieces, drop them in a dumpster and<br />
set the whole dumpster on fire. So<br />
listen to me. Listen. You can<br />
avoid this if you just tell me<br />
where the money is.<br />
<br />
John assumes his composure.<br />
<br />
MARION MARION<br />
You call that mean? You think that<br />
is nasty? You played that like a<br />
school girl. Like a fucking girlie<br />
girl. Let me give you a lesson in<br />
mean. Is it any wonder why your<br />
resume is vacant. Because you<br />
can't fucking act. You have less<br />
acting talent than a corpse, which<br />
can at least play dead. You are<br />
worse than dead. You are nothing.<br />
You waste my time coming in here<br />
with this shitty monologue. I<br />
have work to do. I have a movie to<br />
cast, and you are taking up space<br />
and breathing oxygen better used by<br />
a real actor, by any life form, for<br />
that matter. The oxygen you are<br />
breathing is better used by the<br />
cockroaches in the walls of my<br />
office. So get the fuck out of my<br />
office and find a waiter job and<br />
make that your career.<br />
<br />
JOHN SANTANA<br />
Hey. Hey. Hey, I know you. I<br />
know you. You were at that<br />
Halloween Party, last month, at The<br />
Knitting Factory in Tribeca. You<br />
were dressed up as the devil,<br />
Lucifer, and you gave that same<br />
exact speech, like it was a<br />
monologue. You had a bottle of<br />
champagne in one hand and you were<br />
spitting the monologue at some<br />
little guy dressed up like a<br />
mobster, like Tony Soprano.<br />
<br />
MARION MARION<br />
No. No. That wasn't...<br />
<br />
JOHN SANTANA<br />
I was dressed as a professional<br />
tennis player. That was my<br />
costume. Totally committed as a<br />
tennis player. Never played the<br />
game. I was holding a racket. You<br />
remember, right?<br />
<br />
MARION MARION<br />
No.<br />
<br />
JOHN SANTANA<br />
You grabbed me and we, well, you<br />
pulled me into one of those<br />
backrooms at the Knitting Factory.<br />
And you ripped off your clothes.<br />
Stark naked, except for your devil<br />
mask. It was quite a performance.<br />
And then you started on me...you<br />
threw my Wilson racket to the floor<br />
and you...you have no memory of<br />
this?<br />
<br />
MARION MARION<br />
OK, so I was at the Halloween<br />
Party, but I never met you.<br />
<br />
JOHN SANTANA<br />
It was the champagne. You had like<br />
three bottles of champagne. It<br />
happens. Blackout. God knows I<br />
have had nights like that. You<br />
passed out after you, you know.<br />
You really went all out just before<br />
passing out, if you know what I<br />
mean. But the devil mask remained<br />
on your face. I got my tennis<br />
costume back on and picked up my<br />
racket and...well, I felt bad,<br />
leaving you there, naked and all,<br />
snoring with your mask on.<br />
<br />
MARION MARION<br />
That was...<br />
<br />
JOHN SANTANA<br />
So, umm, what did you say about my<br />
monologue? I can do it light, if<br />
you like.<br />
Just toss the lines away. You want<br />
me to try it that way?<br />
<br />
MARION MARION<br />
Yes. Yes. Try it light. As if<br />
you're making small talk while<br />
reading the newspaper.<br />
<br />
JOHN SANTANA<br />
Good idea. Good note.<br />
<br />
MARION MARION<br />
Just...just do it. OK.<br />
<br />
THE END.<br />
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Parodicalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06746436599256236061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665553421557497824.post-13376300035672524062018-01-01T10:59:00.003-08:002018-01-01T10:59:50.742-08:00Breakdown INT. WAITING ROOM DAY<br />
<br />
RILEY, 20s, and LUNA, 20s, sit in a waiting area with a few<br />
other young women. They are separated by one chair. They<br />
are all holding scripts and are not interacting. Riley is<br />
mouthing lines from the script. Luna sits with the script in<br />
her lap, good posture, looking straight ahead. A CASTING<br />
ASSISTANT comes in.<br />
<br />
CASTING ASSISTANT<br />
Rashid Waadi?<br />
<br />
Riley smiles at the Casting Assistant. A woman walks past<br />
the CAMERA in the direction of the Casting Assistant. We do<br />
not see the faces of Rashid or the Casting Assistant, only<br />
Riley and Luna. Riley and Luna are left. A few beats pass.<br />
<br />
RILEY<br />
This is my sixth audition this<br />
week.<br />
<br />
Luna nods in acknowledgment.<br />
<br />
RILEY (CONT'D)<br />
And it's only Wednesday. I have an<br />
awesome agent.<br />
<br />
Luna nods again.<br />
<br />
RILEY (CONT'D)<br />
He sends me out on everything.<br />
He's really great.<br />
<br />
Awkward beat. Riley is talking to calm herself mostly.<br />
<br />
RILEY (CONT'D)<br />
I had fourteen auditions last week.<br />
I'm so exhausted by the end of the<br />
day, I just have difficulty, you<br />
know, holding down a job. I mean I<br />
was let go, fired actually, from<br />
this bartending gig. But it's all<br />
good. My boss... my boss was not<br />
the nicest guy.<br />
<br />
Luna remains polite, acknowledging, Riley without engaging.<br />
Another beat.<br />
<br />
RILEY (CONT'D)<br />
I've been to so many auditions,<br />
I've seen the same actors over and<br />
over. Rashid, the girl just called<br />
in, I saw her yesterday, and three<br />
times last week.<br />
<br />
Beat.<br />
<br />
RILEY (CONT'D)<br />
I haven't seen you.<br />
<br />
Luna smiles.<br />
<br />
RILEY (CONT'D)<br />
My name is Riley.<br />
<br />
LUNA<br />
Luna.<br />
<br />
RILEY<br />
Luna? Is that like a made-up<br />
professional name?<br />
<br />
LUNA<br />
No. It's my real name.<br />
<br />
RILEY<br />
Wow. That's cool. Riley is<br />
totally made up. I was born Wendy<br />
Smith. Can you believe it. And of<br />
course there is already a Wendy<br />
Smith in SAG. So I changed it. I<br />
had to change it.<br />
<br />
LUNA<br />
How did you get Riley?<br />
<br />
RILEY<br />
Oh, it's really stupid. You don't<br />
want to know.<br />
<br />
LUNA<br />
OK.<br />
<br />
RILEY<br />
It was my dog. The name of my dog.<br />
I just figured, you know, Riley<br />
sounds cool. When I was a kid I<br />
named my Golden Retriever Riley.<br />
Red Riley we used to call him. I<br />
like Riley. So I took that.<br />
<br />
Beat.<br />
<br />
RILEY (CONT'D)<br />
I told you it was stupid.<br />
<br />
LUNA<br />
No. It's a nice story.<br />
<br />
RILEY<br />
I don't know why my agent sent me<br />
on this audition. Did you read the<br />
breakdown?<br />
<br />
LUNA<br />
No.<br />
<br />
RILEY<br />
It says multi-ethnic woman,<br />
twenties, athletic.<br />
<br />
LUNA<br />
Interesting.<br />
<br />
RILEY<br />
I get the twenties thing. And they<br />
don't give a shit that we're<br />
athletic or not. They say that<br />
because they don't want fat girls<br />
showing up.<br />
<br />
LUNA<br />
I see.<br />
<br />
RILEY<br />
But the multi-ethnic thing, I mean<br />
you know what that means?<br />
<br />
LUNA<br />
I guess it means what it says.<br />
<br />
RILEY<br />
Well, it means no white girls and I<br />
have to tell you, it also means no<br />
black girls. They want an olive<br />
complexion, you know where the girl<br />
could be Arabic, or Indian or<br />
Italian maybe, like some mixture.<br />
<br />
LUNA<br />
That's why I don't read the<br />
breakdowns.<br />
<br />
RILEY<br />
Well, I'm not multi-ethnic. An<br />
neither are you. We are both<br />
totally not multi-ethnic.<br />
<br />
LUNA<br />
Maybe we can inhabit a multi-ethnic<br />
character.<br />
<br />
RILEY<br />
They don't care about that. The<br />
second you and I walk into that<br />
room, they will dismiss us. I mean<br />
they aren't going to say it. They<br />
don't say anything, actually. They<br />
smile that phony smile and you<br />
introduce yourself and do your<br />
thing and they say goodbye. It's a<br />
waste of time, really.<br />
<br />
LUNA<br />
Then why are you here?<br />
<br />
RILEY<br />
Because... because it's an<br />
audition... and that is what we do,<br />
right? Actors drop everything and<br />
anything to do every audition they<br />
can get.<br />
<br />
LUNA<br />
You are lucky to have an agent that<br />
takes care of you.<br />
<br />
RILEY<br />
Well... well, he has only been my<br />
agent for a month. And since I<br />
have not had one call back since he<br />
signed me, how much you want to bet<br />
he will stop taking care of me very<br />
soon.<br />
<br />
LUNA<br />
If you signed with him, he can't<br />
just drop you.<br />
<br />
RILEY<br />
OK, I'm not really signed. I'm<br />
freelancing. He's like checking me<br />
out. Why are you here?<br />
<br />
LUNA<br />
The same reason you are here.<br />
<br />
RILEY<br />
You don't meet the breakdown<br />
description, so there's no way.<br />
You know there's no way, right?<br />
<br />
LUNA<br />
I have had to enter many rooms in<br />
my life where I'm not wanted.<br />
<br />
RILEY<br />
You know, I hate that girl, Rashid.<br />
I have no reason to hate her. But<br />
she and I keep showing up at the<br />
same auditions and now rather than<br />
friends, we are competitors. We<br />
are adversaries. And so now I hate<br />
her.<br />
<br />
LUNA<br />
That's too bad.<br />
<br />
RILEY<br />
I didn't mean...<br />
<br />
LUNA<br />
What?<br />
<br />
RILEY<br />
To imply that I will hate you.<br />
<br />
LUNA<br />
That's good to know.<br />
<br />
RILEY<br />
It's the process, the way the whole<br />
business is set up. It makes us...<br />
<br />
LUNA<br />
Yes?<br />
<br />
RILEY<br />
It makes us have contempt for each<br />
other.<br />
<br />
LUNA<br />
I think if you chose to look at<br />
your fellow actors as colleagues,<br />
colleagues that are having the same<br />
experience as you... maybe you<br />
would have compassion rather than<br />
contempt.<br />
<br />
RILEY<br />
Maybe.<br />
<br />
LUNA<br />
And stop reading the breakdowns.<br />
You are an actor, right?<br />
<br />
RILEY<br />
Yes.<br />
<br />
LUNA<br />
So act.<br />
<br />
RILEY<br />
I'm just so afraid I'm not good.<br />
Maybe I'm not good.<br />
<br />
LUNA<br />
Maybe. And maybe the people who<br />
sit in that room, maybe they are<br />
not good. Maybe no one has any<br />
idea if they are good at what they<br />
do. And yet we do it. So just do<br />
it.<br />
<br />
RILEY<br />
Right.<br />
<br />
Rashid comes out of the room. She walks past the CAMERA.<br />
The Casting Assistant is partially in FRAME, though we do not<br />
see her face.<br />
<br />
CASTING ASSISTANT<br />
Riley Brazil.<br />
<br />
Riley looks at Luna. Luna at Riley.<br />
<br />
RILEY<br />
It's a great name, don't you think?<br />
<br />
LUNA<br />
Sure.<br />
<br />
Riley gets up follows the Casting Assistant off screen.<br />
<br />
CUT TO BLACK.<br />
<br />
THE END.<br />
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