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Monday, February 23, 2009

Rerun of Z is for Zorro? - thru March 2 (My Apology - Playing Catch-Up!)

And the winners are:
Zorro - Antonio Banderas (37%)
Lolita - Three-way tie between:
Catherine-Zeta Jones (25%)
Uma Thurman (25%)
Penelope Cruz (25%)
Fray Felipe - Paul Giamatti (57%)
Thank you for voting!

FADE IN:

EXT. VILLAGE. 1820's LOS ANGELES - DAY

A crowd of PEONS watch SOLDIERS posting a DEAD OR ALIVE Bulletin for the capture of Zorro. Suddenly, a galloping horse flies into the crowd. ZORRO marks his signature Z into the side of the building. Galloping from the opposite direction, another Zorro appears, carving a Z adjacent to the first.

Perplexed, peons and soldiers surround the dismounted Zorros who study one another suspiciously, hands on the hilt of their swords.

Zorro
En garde!

The two dual like devils; each lunging, retreating, circling, lunging, retreating, interminably. Peons are taking a siesta; soldiers are resting against the side of the building; the two Zorros clinging to one another in exhaustion.

FRAY FELIPE appears. As Zorro turns to him, his hat falls releasing locks of long, glistening hair; perspiration clinging to and outlining a sultry, feminine body.

Zorro
Lolita?

Lolita drops her sword then sensually straightens her hair.

LOLITA
Ah, exhilerating!
(amused)
Not Lolita, but Z!

Peons stir; soldiers scratch their heads. Smiling seductively, she steps closely towards Zorro. She caresses his face then rips off his mask, revealing Zorro's true identity.

FRAY FELIPE
Diego?

LOLITA
Yes, it is Diego!

DIEGO
Why Lolita? Why would you do this to me?

LOLITA
Because I'm the true Zorro! Tell them!

Diego studies the questioning crowd.

DIEGO
(with bowed head)
Yes. It is true.

LOLITA
Ha ha ha! No one can defeat Z!

Another Zorro appears, gallops passed Lolita, and scoops her up onto his horse. They disappear into the sunset.

DIEGO
Z is for Zorro?

FADE TO BLACK

**written by petra michelle**

http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/

Monday, February 16, 2009

The Telephone Number

FADE IN:

INT. BEDROOM. APARTMENT - NIGHT

MIKE frantically fingers the contents of his wallet.

MIKE
Where is that card? I finally have the
courage to call her and I can't find it!

He holds his wallet upside down, watching the waterfall of its contents cascade to his unmade bed.

MIKE
It was blue!

For the next half hour he inspects each item, discarding the unnecessary. Still, no blue business card. Despondent, he falls onto his bed; the loss of the card summing up his chaotic life.

MIKE
Think, Mike. Think.

He closes his eyes and concentrates. The first three numbers leap before him as he'd studied her number countless times. But the last four. Just as a child repeats the alphabet to reach that elusive letter, so he tried with numbers.

MIKE
One, two, three... It's three!

He scrambles for a notepad and proceeds until seven digits stare back at him; the telephone number he swore he had all along. His digital clock blares eleven o'clock.

MIKE
It's now or never!

As he dials, he visualizes the tall, slender blonde in her red, slinky dress flirting over a Martini.

MIKE
But I'm not in her league.

As the phone rings, he reminds himself that he wasn't bad looking, and how often he was told the glasses made him look like Clark Kent.

MIKE
Yeah, just as clumsy, too.
(a woman answers)
Oh, hello?

WOMAN (OFFSCREEN)
Hello?

MIKE
Mary?

MARY (OS)
Yes?

MIKE
Um. This is Mike. You may not remember
me since it's been...

MARY (OS)
(surprised)
I didn't think you'd ever call.

MIKE
(soaring)
Would you like to go out for dinner?
You would? I mean, Saturday? Seven thirty?
Sure, I know where it is. See you then, Mary.
Good night, Mary.

Mike dances around his bed, then collapses onto it, grinning.

A WEEK LATER

Mike rushes haphazardly, changing his Hanes underwear at least a dozen times. He would be late if he didn't step up his already frenetic pace.

INT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT

Mike follows the maitre d' who escorts him to a cozy table in the dimly lit corner at which sits a lovely, bespectacled woman.

MARY
(adjusting her glasses)
Mike?

MIKE
(mimicking her)
Mary?

As the excitement and anticipation hisses from his ego, Mary grins at him.

MARY
(gaily)
This is quite amusing.

As Mike looks at her, sheepishly,

MARY
(encouraging)
Obviously, there's been a little mistake,
but it doesn't mean we can't make the
best of it. What do you think?

MIKE
(grinning)
Sure.

After ordering a round of wine, he shares what had happened. Mary's LAUGHTER is contagious. The hours fly by. When they realize they're the last couple in the restaurant, they exchange awkward silences.

MIKE
Mary, I'd love to see you again.

MARY
So would I, Mike. But under one
condition.

MIKE
Which is?

MARY
(smiling)
You give me your telephone number.

MIKE
Agreed.

INT./EXT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT

As they walk into the brisk night, Mary's hair bounces in sync with Mike's newfound spring in his step.

MIKE
Am I glad I lost that business card!

FADE TO BLACK

**written by petra michelle**

http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Message in a Bottle

And the winners are:
KATHLEEN - Tie between Kate Winslet & Andie MacDowell (30%)
JAKE - Tie between Hugh Grant, Edward Burns, Jude Law (20%)
Thank you for voting!

FADE IN:

EXT. OCEAN SHORELINE - DAY

Bundled up, carrying a bottle containing a message, a twenty-year old WOMAN throws it into the ocean.

YEARS LATER

EXT. OCEAN SHORELINE. BRITAIN - DAY

Two MEN are walking along a windy, cold beach. A bottle protrudes from the sand, grabbing their attention.

JAKE
Hmmm.

Bending to pick it up, he examines it.

JAKE
There's a message.

Plucking its contents, he unfolds what appears to be a letter. His friend picks up an accompanying photograph which falls to the sand.

INSERT MESSAGE

Today is Valentine's Day in Cape Cod, Massachusetts. I believe in destiny, and so, I'm throwing caution and my heart to the wind and will wait for the man who holds this message in his hands. My name is Kathleen Donovan. I'm 20 and have enclosed a photograph. I will be waiting for you. Kathleen

BACK TO SCENE

As he studies the photograph,

JAKE
She's lovely.

FRIEND
(in Scottish brogue)
And probably weird or daft with five kids.

JAKE
I dunno. The date reads October 14, 2001.

FRIEND
Which would make her...

JAKE
Twenty eight.

FRIEND
C'mon, Jake. Toss it back.

JAKE
She's waited eight years.

FRIEND
So, what's it to you?

JAKE
I dunno.

INT. HOME. CAPE COD - NIGHT

KATHLEEN is listening to light music while clearing dinner dishes from the dining room table. There's a KNOCK on her door.

She straightens her loosely bound hair and shrugs off noted splashes of paint on her sweatshirt and jeans. When she opens the door, Jake stands before her in anticipation, holding a package, then smiles.

JAKE
Kathleen?

She nods, smiling, knowing instantly it was the man she had been waiting for for eight long years. Gently,

KATHLEEN
Come in.

Jake doesn't say a word as he excitedly observes the freshly painted canvases.

JAKE
Are they yours?

Kathleen nods.

JAKE
I have something which belongs to you.
May I?

Wiping away tears of elation, Kathleen watches him as he walks to the dining room table and opens the package containing the bottle. As he hands it to her,

JAKE
There's a message in it.

Affectionately glancing at him, she carefully removes it.

INSERT MESSAGE

I'm following my heart and it goes to Kathleen.

BACK TO SCENE

JAKE
You see, I believe in destiny too.

As she falls into his arms,

JAKE
Happy Valentine's Day, Kathleen.

FADE TO BLACK

**written by petra michelle**

http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/