tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25290787644785541632024-02-06T22:06:47.857-08:00Whose role is it anyway?GRAB SOME POPCORN, RELAX, AND ENJOY THE SHOW!petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway?http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474448747236205303noreply@blogger.comBlogger81125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2529078764478554163.post-33161208535371002612017-02-11T11:27:00.000-08:002017-02-11T11:37:32.398-08:00 THE TELEPHONE NUMBER - Happy Valentine's Day!<br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">FADE IN:</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">INT. BEDROOM. APARTMENT - NIGHT</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">MIKE frantically fingers the contents of his wallet.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">MIKE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">Where is that business card?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">He holds his wallet upside down, watching the waterfall of its contents cascade to his unmade bed.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">MIKE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">It was blue.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">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.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">MIKE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">Think, Mike. Think.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">He closes his eyes and concentrates. The first three numbers lept before him as he'd studied her telephone number countless times. But the last four...as a child repeats the alphabet to reach an elusive letter, so he tried with numbers.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">MIKE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">One, two, three... Three!</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">Scrambling for a notepad, he proceeds until seven digits stared back at him; the telephone number he could swear he'd had all along. His digital clock blares eleven o'clock.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">MIKE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">It's pretty late. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">(pumping himself)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">It's now or never!</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">As he dials, he visualizes the tall, slender blonde in her slinky, red dress, flirting over a martini.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">MIKE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">But I'm not in her league.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">While the phone rings, he reminds himself that he wasn't half bad looking, and women even commented on how his glasses made him look just as adorable as Clark Kent.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">MIKE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">Just as clumsy, too.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">A woman answers the phone.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">WOMAN (OFFSCREEN)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">Hello?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">MIKE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">Hello? Danielle?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">DANIELLE (OS)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">Yes?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">MIKE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">Um. This is Mike. You may not remember...</span></strong><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;"></span><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">DANIELLE (OS)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">(surprised)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">I didn't think you'd ever call, Mike.</span></strong><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;"></span><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">MIKE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">(spirits soaring)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">Would you like to go out for dinner?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">You would? I mean, Saturday? Seven thirty?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">Sure, I know where it is. Terrific! See you</span></strong><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><strong>then. Good </strong><strong>night, Danielle.</strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;"></span><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">He dances victoriously around the bedroom, then collapses onto his bed, soon falling asleep.</span></strong><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;"></span><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">SEVERAL DAYS LATER</span></strong><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;"></span><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">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.</span></strong><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;"></span><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">INT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT</span></strong><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;"></span><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">Mike follows the maitre d' who escorts him to a cozy table in the dimly lit corner at which sits a lovely, bespectacled young woman.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">DANIELLE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">(adjusting her glasses)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">Mike?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">MIKE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">(mimics her)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">Danielle?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">While the excitement and anticipation hisses from his ego, Danielle grins.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">DANIELLE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">Seems there's been a little mistake.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">Her embracing smile emphasizes her gentleness and sweet face.</span></strong><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;"></span><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">DANIELLE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">It doesn't mean we can't make the best of it.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">What do you think?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">MIKE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">(grins sheepishly)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">Sure.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">After ordering, then pouring the wine, he slowly shares what had happened. Danielle's LAUGHTER, both comforting and lilting, eases his self-consciousness. The hours fly by. When they realize they're the last couple in the restaurant, they exchange warm glances.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">MIKE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">I'd love to see you again.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">DANIELLE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">I would too, Mike, but under one condition.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">MIKE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">What's that?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">DANIELLE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">(holding his hands)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">You give <em>me </em>your telephone number.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">MIKE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">(chuckles)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">Agreed.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">INT./EXT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">As they walk into the crisp spring night, DANIELLE's tresses bounce in sync with Mike's newfound spring in his step.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">MIKE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">(to himself, glancing at the stars)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">Am I glad I lost that business card!</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">FADE TO BLACK</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">**written by petra michelle (2/16/08)**</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #000099;"></span></strong><br />petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway?http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474448747236205303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2529078764478554163.post-73210631329370746732017-01-26T10:08:00.002-08:002017-01-26T14:00:25.694-08:00Sharing Popcorn with God -- Dedicated to Paul Newman<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<strong><span style="color: #000066;">FADE IN:</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">EXT. CLOUD. HEAVEN - DAY</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">GOD and a male ANGEL are relaxing and sharing a bowl of popcorn; enjoying film images on a row of small clouds before them.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">GOD</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">This is my favorite part.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">INSERT IMAGE: Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid are on their horses jumping off the cliff into a river.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">ANGEL</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">My favorite too.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">(reads the cloud guide)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Looks like there's a marathon today.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">GOD</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">What's next?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">ANGEL</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">The Sting.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Engrossed, CRUNCHING popcorn and gun SHOTS break the silence.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">ANGEL</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">They had a full-proof code which helped them get away </span></strong><strong><span style="color: #000066;">with the heist.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">GOD</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Ah.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">A sublime sunset engulfs them; they, too absorbed to notice it and the time.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">ANGEL</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">You've seen it all, haven't you?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">GOD </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Not Hombre.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">The Angel smiles.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">GOD</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">The hypocricies and prejudices!</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">ANGEL</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">A fair protrait.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">As they begin to reveal themselves, the Angel savors the stars' brilliance, then returns to the guide.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">ANGEL</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">There's a few more in the marathon? </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Do you have the time?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">GOD</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">I sure could use the day off.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">(beams)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Elizabeth Taylor.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">ANGEL</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">A Cat on the Hot Tin Roof.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">(turns to God)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Are you sure you should be watching these?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">GOD</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Are you suggesting I watch PG-13?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">ANGEL</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">(embarrassed)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">No, of course not.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">(returns to images)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">The Verdict!</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">GOD</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">I haven't seen it.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">ANGEL</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">It's about a heavy drinking, down-on-his luck</span></strong> <strong><span style="color: #000066;">lawyer who makes a come back.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">GOD</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Good for him.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">(glancing at the next cloud)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Hud?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">ANGEL</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">The man with the barbed wire soul.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">GOD</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Hmmm.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">(rises)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">I see we're out of popcorn. I'll make dinner.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #000066;">The Angel watches the serene figure admiringly as He carefully prepares their meal. Upon His return,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">ANGEL</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">God, thanks for having given me a such a</span></strong> <strong><span style="color: #000066;">blessed life.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">GOD</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">I'd say it was the other way around, Paul.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">(sits)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">What's next?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">PAUL</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Absence of Malice.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #000066;">FADE TO BLACK</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-small;"><em>Originally published 10/03/08</em></span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #33ccff; font-size: 85%;">**written by petra michelle**</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #660000;">FADE IN:<br /><br />EXT. MACY'S DEPARTMENT STORE. MANHATTAN - DAY<br /><br />On a brisk December day, hurrying holiday SHOPPERS rush in and out of Macy's. Near its entrance stands a MAN CALLING OUT to anyone who will listen.<br /><br />MAN<br />A pocket full of miracles! Get your miracle here!<br /><br />PASSERSBY look upon him queerly as he continues to chant.<br /><br />MAN<br />A pocket full of miracles! Get your miracle here!<br /><br />Adjusting his iPod, a TEENAGER stops in curiosity.<br /><br />TEENAGER<br />How much?<br /><br />MAN<br />It's free.<br /><br />TEENAGER<br />(sarcastically)<br />Nothing's free.<br /><br />Then walks away. Untethered,<br /><br />MAN<br />A pocket full of miracles! Get your miracle!<br /><br />A young COUPLE stops and exchanges glances.<br /><br />WOMAN<br />What kind of miracles?<br /><br />MAN<br />You name it.<br /><br />WOMAN<br />My boyfriend and I want to get married but<br />we can't afford a ring.<br /><br />As her boyfriend tugs at her arm, the man searches for and pulls from his pocket a brilliant engagement ring. He hands it to the woman who excitedly shows it to her boyfriend.<br /><br />BOYFRIEND<br />How much does it cost?<br /><br />MAN<br />Nothing.<br /><br />BOYFRIEND<br />It's a fake. Let's go.<br /><br />As they walk away, the woman gleans the ring then smiles at the man appreciatively.<br /><br />A hunched OLD MAN steps out of the crowds and faces the miracle man.<br /><br />OLD MAN<br />I bet you don't have anything in your pocket for me.<br /><br />MIRACLE MAN<br />Try me.<br /><br />OLD MAN<br />I remember when I was twenty. I was as strong<br />as Hercules. Played lots of sports.<br /><br />The miracle man listens patiently.<br /><br />OLD MAN<br />My wife was my biggest fan. We were high school<br />sweethearts.<br /><br />Not saying a word, the man begins walking; the old man in step beside him.<br /><br />OLD MAN<br />We were married over fifty years.<br />(quietly)<br />She died last year.<br /><br />MIRACLE MAN<br />I'm very sorry.<br /><br />As they continue to walk together,<br /><br />OLD MAN<br />I live around the corner. Would you join me<br />for dinner?<br /><br />MIRACLE MAN<br />I'd be honored.<br /><br />FADE TO BLACK</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #000099;"></span></strong><br />petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway?http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474448747236205303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2529078764478554163.post-35863554775547043052016-10-25T12:46:00.000-07:002016-10-25T12:46:13.916-07:00House on Haunted Hill - Encore Presentation<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">FADE IN:</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">FREDERICK LOREN, and his wife, ANNABELLE, have invited several GUESTS to spend the night in their old mansion situated atop a hill.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">EXT. OLD MANSION - NIGHT</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">Each guest arrives at the desolate mansion in a limousine provided by Mr. Loren and are attended to by his BUTLER.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">INT. FOYER. MANSION - NIGHT</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">BUTLER</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">Good evening, Sir. Mr. Loren will be with you shortly.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">FRANKENSTEIN passes him, GRUNTING.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">BUTLER</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Addams.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">INT. SITTING ROOM. MANSION - NIGHT</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">MORTICIA and GOMEZ ADDAMS join Frankenstein who bends over to kiss Morticia's extended hand, then shakes Gomez's hand and offers a cigar.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">GOMEZ</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">What's the old boy up to?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">Frankenstein GRUNTS, shaking his head as he lights Gomez's cigar.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: black;">MORTICIA</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">It's all very mysterious, cherie.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">As Gomez is about to smother her arm in kisses, the doorbell HOLLERS, distracting him. The threesome's glances follow the butler as he opens the door.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">BUTLER</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">Good evening, Count.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">As Gomez steps towards Dracula,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">GOMEZ</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">You're looking well, Count.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: black;">DRACULA</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">Thank you. Where is your beautiful wife?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">Gracefully walking towards him,</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: black;">MORTICIA</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">Dear Count.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">As she extends her hand, Dracula eyes her neck. All are once again distracted by the doorbell.</span></strong><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">BUTLER</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">Good evening, Madam.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">ELVIRA embraces Morticia as each air kiss one another.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">ELVIRA</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">Whatever Frederick is up to, it's fabulous to see you all.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: black;">DRACULA</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">You're looking more lovely than ever, my dear.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">Dracula salivates as he glances between Elvira's and Morticia's necks.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">Looking dashing and stunning, Frederick and Annabelle suddenly appear.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: black;">FREDERICK</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">How gracious of you for coming tonight.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: black;">GOMEZ</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">Don't give it a thought, my friend. But what is the occasion?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">You're famous for your tricks, old chap.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: black;">FREDERICK</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">I'm happy to announce Annabelle's birthday.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">The group offer her hugs, kisses, and best wishes. As they do, Frederick steps towards the light switch unnoticed, and shuts off the lights.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">In the darkness, a SCREAM and a THUMP are heard. Frederick switches the lights on. Dracula's fangs drip with blood.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: black;">FREDERICK</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">What have you done, Count?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">He rushes to Annabelle squirming on the floor, her hand covered with blood trying to soothe the bite on her neck.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">DRACULA</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">What you told me to do. To bite Annabelle.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">Everyone turns to Frederick questioningly. As he assists Annabelle to her feet and tends to her wound,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">FREDERICK</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">No, no, no, dear Count. I told you to sing to Annabelle.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: black;">DRACULA</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">I do not sing. I bite.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">ANNABELLE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">(crying)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">I am a lady of darkness now.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: black;">ELVIRA</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">I beg your pardon, Annabelle, but I am the lady of darkness.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: black;">MORTICIA</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">Mon ami, you are mistaken for it is I, the lady of darkness.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">Once again, the lights go out. A spotlight flashes on Frederick.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: black;">FREDERICK</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">For you, my darling. Happy birthday.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">Frankenstein appears on a makeshift stage in a yellow, sequined jacket and black sequined pants holding a cane. As he clumsily dances, he belts out "Puttin on the Ritz." Annabelle thoroughly enjoys his performance, blowing him a kiss. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">He nearly stumbles offstage as Morticia and Elvira, dressed as Flappers, sing "All That Jazz," dancing on and around their chair props. Annabelle CLAPS enthusiastically.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">Gomez then appears and recites quite eloquently, Edgar Allan Poe's poem, "Annabel Lee."</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">Last, Dracula appears adorned in a red and black cape.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">DRACULA</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">For this act, I will need your assistance, dearest Annabelle.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">Annabelle joins him exuberantly.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">DRACULA</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">With one swoop of my cape, I will make Annabelle disappear. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">On the count of three...one, two, three.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">Dracula covers Annabelle with his cape and to everyone's delight, Annabelle disappears.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">FREDERICK</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">Bravo, Count!</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">MORTICIA</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">But where did she go?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">As everyone surrounds Dracula in curious search of Annabelle, he disappears in a ball of smoke. The stunned group blinks at the stain on the floor and exchange concerned glances.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">FREDERICK</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">He has abducted her!</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">As he rushes to the door,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">FREDERICK</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">I will search high and low. Use all of my resources.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">Do anything to find her. If it takes forever!</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">INT. DINING QUARTERS. SHIP TO TRANSYLVANIA - NIGHT</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: black;">DRACULA</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">Are you comfortable, dearest Annabelle?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">ANNABELLE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">Yes, I am, Count. But where are we going?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">DRACULA</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">Home.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">ANNABELLE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">(sighs)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">There's no place like home.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: black;">DIRECTOR</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">Cut! This is not the Wizard of Oz!</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">To the director,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">ANNABELLE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">And this is House on Haunted Hill?</span></strong><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">FADE TO BLACK</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #990000;">FADE IN:</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #990000;">INT. LOG CABIN. PLYMOUTH, MASSACHUSETTS - THANKSGIVING DAY</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #990000;">A FAMILY of six are gathered around the dining table adorned with the cornucopia of Thanksgiving dinner.</span></strong><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;"><strong>Anticipant as the grandfather clock CHIMES three o'clock</strong><strong>,</strong></span><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #990000;">MOTHER</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">He'll be here.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">FATHER</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">He's late, Dorah.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #990000;">DORAH</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">We won't start without him, Luther.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #990000;">LUTHER</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">(firmly)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">He'd be the first to understand.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">As Luther begins carving the turkey, Dorah lets out a SIGH. Their DAUGHTER clasps her hand reassuringly.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #990000;">DAUGHTER</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">He's been here every Thanksgiving, dad.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">Luther stops carving with the KNOCK at the door.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">GRANDSON</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">He's here!</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">He and his sister run out of the dining room and return holding the hands of Native American, MASSASOIT.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">All surround him excitedly and guide him to his place at the table.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">GRANDDAUGHTER</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">We saved your chair, Great Sachem.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">Massasoit nods, smiling. As he sits, he retrieves the ceremonial pipe from his pouch, then lights it. After inhaling, he passes it to Luther who then passes it to Dorah. She respectfully inhales and returns it to Massasoit. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">After snuffing the pipe, Massasoit sets it adjacent to his place setting. Ritualistically, each extends and holds the other's hand, heads bowed.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">DORAH</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">We give thanks today for Your eternal bounty.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #990000;">ALL</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">(in unison)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">Amen.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">MASSASOIT</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">Aho.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">FADE TO BLACK</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span style="color: #783f04;">Happy Thanksgiving!</span></span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span style="color: purple;">**written by petra michelle (11/21/00)**</span></span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #000099;">INT. MILLINERY SHOP. EARLY 1900's PARIS - DAY</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">In the workroom of her shop, COCO CHANEL painstakingly creates an evening gown by hand; each stitch a labor of love. Her ASSISTANT appears.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">ASSISTANT</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">A very important patron is here to see you.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">Coco abandons the gown to tend to this mysterious patron. As she approaches a lovely NOBLEWOMAN,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">COCO</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">Ah, Madam Godiva. Bonjour. </span></strong><strong><span style="color: #000099;">How may I assist you?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">LADY GODIVA </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">(fully clothed)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">Bonjour Coco. I need something very</span></strong> <strong><span style="color: #000099;">different for a special occasion.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">COCO</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">Of course. What is the occasion? A ball,</span></strong> <strong><span style="color: #000099;">the theatre...</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">LADY GODIVA</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">I'm to ride on a horse naked through the</span></strong> <strong><span style="color: #000099;">marketplace of my realm...</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">for a very worthy</span></strong> <strong><span style="color: #000099;">cause of course.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">COCO</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">(taken aback)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">To be naked, it must be. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">LADY GODIVA</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">Isn't it wicked?</span></strong><br />
<br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">COCO</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">(shakes her head)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">But Madam, I clothe, not unclothe.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">LADY GODIVA</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">There must be something you can do.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">Coco ponders her dilemma earnestly and sincerely. Her glance falls on a stack of pretty boxes. She rushes to the stack, scoops up a box, then returns.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">COCO</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">May I make a suggestion?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">LADY GODIVA</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">Yes, of course.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">COCO</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">Give these to the people as you ride passed.</span></strong> <strong><span style="color: #000099;">You will have pleased</span></strong> <strong><span style="color: #000099;">those you shock.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">LADY GODIVA</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">(perplexed)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">With chocolates?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">COCO</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">Godivas, Madam.</span></strong> <strong><span style="color: #000099;">You will be the crown jewel.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">LADY GODIVA</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">Yes, I see. I shall be as tempting as </span></strong><strong><span style="color: #000099;">chocolate.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">COCO</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">Champagne to celebrate?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">LADY GODIVA</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">Thank you.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">As they sip champagne and share another box of Godivas,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">COCO</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">Madam, may I ask? What is this cause?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">LADY GODIVA</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">To lower my people's taxes.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">COCO</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">(nods)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">A very noble cause. But why naked?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">LADY GODIVA</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">It was my husband's idea. He said he would</span></strong> <strong><span style="color: #000099;">lower them</span></strong> <strong><span style="color: #000099;">if I rode...</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">COCO</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">Your husband. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">(reaches behind her)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">Here's another box of Godivas, just for him.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">FADE TO BLACK</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">**written by petra michelle, 9/19/08**</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-small;"></span></strong><br />petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway?http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474448747236205303noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2529078764478554163.post-65351650849711829822015-07-09T08:29:00.000-07:002015-07-09T09:06:33.640-07:00JACK AND JILL - Encore presentation<strong><span style="color: #000066;">FADE IN:</span></strong><br />
<strong><br /><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><strong><span style="color: #000066;">EXT. FOOT OF HILL - DAY</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">JACK and JILL climbed up the hill to fetch a pail of water. Jack fell down and broke his crown... </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Lying on the grass, distorted images of trees beneath the sky come into view as Jack slowly opens his eyes.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">JILL</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Jack, can you hear me?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Gingerly touching his bruised head, Jack sits up.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">JACK</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">What happened?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">JILL</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">You broke your crown again.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">JACK</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">My crown? I do not wear a crown.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Studying his clothing, then feeling his face,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">JACK</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Where's my mask? And my cape?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">JILL</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Mask? Cape? That was some fall, Jack.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">JACK</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Have we had the pleasure of meeting, Senorita?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">JILL</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Well, we've only climbed that hill fetching water</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">together for what seems like an eternity.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">JACK</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Fetch water? Me?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">JILL</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Jack...</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">JACK</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">And why do you insist on calling me Jack? I am</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Don Juan deMarco.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">JILL</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Who?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">As he stands upright,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">JACK</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">The greatest lover in the world.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">JILL</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">(rolling her eyes)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">If we don't fetch the water, we'll be sacked. Not</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">now, of all times.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">JACK</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">My dear Senorita. You must not fret.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">JILL</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">It takes more than love to pay the bills.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">JACK</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">So young and so cynical. Do not underestimate</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">the power of love. And, it just so happens--I am rich.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">JILL</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">And where, prey tell, is the money?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">JACK</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">On the other side of the hill.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">JILL</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Fine. Let's go.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Jack and Jill climbed up the hill to fetch deMarco's money. Jack fell down and broke his crown... Moaning, Jack lies in a stupor.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">JILL</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Jack?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">(no answer)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Mr. deMarco?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">JACK</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Who?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">JILL</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">James Bond.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">JACK</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">No.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">JILL</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Robin Hood.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">JACK</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">No.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Jill guides him over the hill by the hand. As they disappear,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">JILL (OS)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">The King of England.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">JACK (OS)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Yes. Yes. Yes.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">FADE TO BLACK</span></strong><br />
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petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway?http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474448747236205303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2529078764478554163.post-22945116361142075232015-05-09T08:51:00.000-07:002016-06-16T12:22:47.193-07:00Take Me Out To the Ball Game - An Encore Presentation (Based upon when I snuck into Yankee Stadium, 1976)<span style="background-color: white; color: #b45f06; font-size: x-small;">And the winners are:</span><br />
<span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-small;">Marge - six way tie:</span><br />
<span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-small;"> Petra Michelle, Meryl Streep, Judi Dench,</span><br />
<span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-small;"> Jennifer Aniston, Annette Bening, Other</span><br />
<span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-small;">Thank you for voting!</span><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #000066;">FADE IN:</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">INT. MODEST HOME.1970's QUEENS, NEW YORK - DAY</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">A mature COUPLE are washing and putting the breakfast dishes away.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">HUSBAND</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Baseball season's finally here.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">As he walks into the living room to turn on the television,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">WIFE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">(excitedly)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Why don't we go?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">HUSBAND</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Not today, Marge. This couch feels too good.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">(patting her hand)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Another weekend.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">As she faces him on the couch,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">MARGE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">It's such a beautiful day, Ralph.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Her face brightens up.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">MARGE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Is it easy to find the stadium by train?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">RALPH</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">The M train stops right there. Why?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Marge leaps up and disappears into the bedroom.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">MARGE (OS)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">I'm going.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">RALPH</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">By yourself?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Putting on a light jacket when she returns,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">MARGE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">If I can survive the birth of three beautiful</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">children, I can manage a train to the Bronx.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">RALPH</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">I don't know, Marge.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">After pecking him on the cheek,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">MARGE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">I'll call when I get there.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">EXT./INT. EL TRAIN STATION - DAY</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Ecstatically inhaling the sunny April day, Marge climbs up the stairs to the platform of the station.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">When the train arrives, she makes herself comfortable, knitting. At the changeover, she reconsiders, then shoves her knitting into its bag, rises, and joins the THRONGS onto the M train.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">INT./EXT. M TRAIN - DAY</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Crowded as rush hour, Marge finds and grasps the pole in the center of the compartment, unsteady as the train. When the Stadium comes into view, the compartment quickly empties, she following the enthusiastic FANS down the stairs and onto the sidewalk.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">EXT. STADIUM - DAY</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Marge grins at the Stadium, then rushes to the box office and patiently waits her turn.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">ATTENDANT</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Next.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">MARGE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">One adult ticket please, young man.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Oh, and are there senior discounts?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">ATTENDANT</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Sorry, the game's sold out.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">MARGE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">But I've come all the way from Queens.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">ATTENDANT</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Next!</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Disheartened, Marge slowly heads back towards the station. She observes a COUPLE with two CHILDREN waiting on line to enter the stadium.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Excusing herself ever so endearingly and politely to those she cuts in front of, she discreetly joins the family as they pass through the turnstile. She feels a tap on her shoulder.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">TICKET COLLECTOR</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Ticket, please.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">MARGE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Oh, I'm with them.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">INT. STADIUM - DAY</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">As he turns to "them," Marge runs into the heart of the stadium, blending in with the crowds. She begins to panic, watching for security, or worse yet, the police. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Rushing to the telephones, she fumbles for her change purse. She finds, then drops her change. Hands trembling, she picks up the coins and manages to dial.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">MARGE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Hurry, Ralph!</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">RALPH (OS)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Hello?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">MARGE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Ralph, I'm going to jail!</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">RALPH (OS)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">What?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">MARGE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">(glancing around)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">They're looking for me now!</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">RALPH (OS)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">What are you talking about?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">MARGE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">I snuck into Yankee Stadium!</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">RALPH (OS)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Wail til the boys hear about this!</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">MARGE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Oh no!</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">RALPH (OS)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Relax, Marge. Find a seat and enjoy the game.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">MARGE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Relax? Enjoy?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">RALPH (OS)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Trust me. You're in now. No one is going to bother you.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">I'll order some Chinese to celebrate.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Disbelievingly, she peers at the DIAL TONE. She cautiously follows the fans as they make their way to the stands.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">EXT. STANDS - DAY</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Marge stops abruptly and shakes her head at the half-full stadium. She zooms in on available seats behind third base, b</span></strong><strong><span style="color: #000066;">uys a box of Cracker Jacks and a diet coke, then rushes to the unclaimed seat placing her snacks on it. She stands and CLAPS when the teams take to the field.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">At the tap on her shoulder, she freezes. From the corner of her eye, she notices handcuffs in an outstretched hand.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">FAN</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">You dropped your Cracker Jack's prize, Ma'am.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">LAUGHING with relief, she manages a...</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">MARGE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">Thank you, dear.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">...and enjoys the ball game, with only an occasional glance over her shoulder.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;">FADE TO BLACK</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000066;"></span></strong><br />
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petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway?http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474448747236205303noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2529078764478554163.post-56569595706830306612015-05-02T15:43:00.001-07:002017-02-11T11:31:00.724-08:00THE TELEPHONE NUMBER - An Encore Presentation<strong><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-small;">And the winners are:</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-small;">Mike - Paul Rudd (100%)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-small;">Danielle - Five way tie:</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-small;"> Elizabeth Olsen, Scarlett Johannson, Rachel McAdams,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-small;"> Eliza Gonzalez, Evan Rachel Wood</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-small;">Thank you for voting!</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">FADE IN:</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">INT. BEDROOM. APARTMENT - NIGHT</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">MIKE frantically fingers the contents of his wallet.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">MIKE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">Where is that business card?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">He holds his wallet upside down, watching the waterfall of its contents cascade to his unmade bed.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">MIKE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">It was blue.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: 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.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">MIKE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">Think, Mike. Think.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">He closes his eyes and concentrates. The first three numbers lept before him as he'd studied her telephone number countless times. But the last four...as a child repeats the alphabet to reach an elusive letter, so he tried with numbers.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">MIKE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">One, two, three... Three!</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">Scrambling for a notepad, he proceeds until seven digits stared back at him; the telephone number he could swear he'd had all along. His digital clock blares eleven o'clock.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">MIKE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">It's pretty late. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">(pumping himself)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">It's now or never!</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">As he dials, he visualizes the tall, slender blonde in her slinky, red dress, flirting over a martini.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">MIKE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">But I'm not in her league.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">While the phone rings, he reminds himself that he wasn't half bad looking, and women even commented on how his glasses made him look just as adorable as Clark Kent.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">MIKE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">Just as clumsy, too.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">A woman answers the phone.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">WOMAN (OFFSCREEN)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">Hello?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">MIKE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">Hello? Danielle?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">DANIELLE (OS)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">Yes?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">MIKE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">Um. This is Mike. You may not remember...</span></strong><br />
<span style="color: blue;"></span><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">DANIELLE (OS)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">(surprised)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">I didn't think you'd ever call, Mike.</span></strong><br />
<span style="color: blue;"></span><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">MIKE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">(spirits soaring)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">Would you like to go out for dinner?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">You would? I mean, Saturday? Seven thirty?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">Sure, I know where it is. Terrific! See you</span></strong><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><strong>then. Good </strong><strong>night, Danielle.</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"></span><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">He dances victoriously around the bedroom, then collapses onto his bed, soon falling asleep.</span></strong><br />
<span style="color: blue;"></span><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">SEVERAL DAYS LATER</span></strong><br />
<span style="color: blue;"></span><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">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.</span></strong><br />
<span style="color: blue;"></span><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">INT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT</span></strong><br />
<span style="color: blue;"></span><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">Mike follows the maitre d' who escorts him to a cozy table in the dimly lit corner at which sits a lovely, bespectacled young woman.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">DANIELLE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">(adjusting her glasses)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">Mike?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">MIKE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">(mimics her)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">Danielle?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">While the excitement and anticipation hisses from his ego, Danielle grins.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">DANIELLE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">Seems there's been a little mistake.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">Her embracing smile emphasizes her gentleness and sweet face.</span></strong><br />
<span style="color: blue;"></span><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">DANIELLE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">It doesn't mean we can't make the best of it.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">What do you think?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">MIKE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">(grins sheepishly)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">Sure.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">After ordering, then pouring the wine, he slowly shares what had happened. Danielle's LAUGHTER, both comforting and lilting, eases his self-consciousness. The hours fly by. When they realize they're the last couple in the restaurant, they exchange warm glances.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">MIKE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">I'd love to see you again.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">DANIELLE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">I would too, Mike, but under one condition.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">MIKE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">What's that?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">DANIELLE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">(holding his hands)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">You give <em>me </em>your telephone number.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">MIKE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">(chuckles)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">Agreed.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">INT./EXT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">As they walk into the crisp spring night, DANIELLE's tresses bounce in sync with Mike's newfound spring in his step.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">MIKE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">(to himself, glancing at the stars)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">Am I glad I lost that business card!</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">FADE TO BLACK</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">**written by petra michelle (2/16/08)**</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #000099;"></span></strong><br />petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway?http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474448747236205303noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2529078764478554163.post-76323348947873577662012-11-19T20:31:00.000-08:002015-05-02T16:06:33.302-07:00THE SPIRIT OF THANKSGIVING - An Encore Presentation<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">And the winners are:</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">Luther -- Harrison Ford 37%</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">Dorah -- Sissy Spacek 50%</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-small;">Daughter -- Katherine Heigl 50%</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-small;">Massasoit -- Tie: Russell Means, Daniel Day Lewis 37%</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-small;">Thank you for voting!</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black;">FADE IN:</span></strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong>INT. LOG CABIN. PLYMOUTH, MASSACHUSETTS - THANKSGIVING DAY</strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong>A FAMILY of six are gathered around the dining table adorned with the cornucopia of Thanksgiving dinner.</strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong>Anticipant as the grandfather clock CHIMES three o'clock</strong><strong>,</strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong>MOTHER</strong><br />
<strong>He'll be here.</strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong>FATHER</strong><br />
<strong>He's late, Dorah.</strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong>DORAH</strong><br />
<strong>We won't start without him, Luther.</strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong>LUTHER</strong><br />
<strong>(firmly)</strong><br />
<strong>He'd be the first to understand.</strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong>As Luther begins carving the turkey, Dorah lets out a SIGH. Their DAUGHTER clasps her hand reassuringly.</strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong>DAUGHTER</strong><br />
<strong>He's been here every Thanksgiving, dad.</strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong>Luther stops carving with the KNOCK at the door.</strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong>GRANDSON</strong><br />
<strong>He's here!</strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong>He and his sister run out of the dining room and return holding the hands of Native American, MASSASOIT.</strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong>All surround him excitedly and guide him to his place at the table.</strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong>GRANDDAUGHTER</strong><br />
<strong>We saved your chair, Great Sachem.</strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong>Massasoit nods, smiling. As he sits, he retrieves the ceremonial pipe from his pouch, then lights it. After inhaling, he passes it to Luther who then passes it to Dorah. She respectfully inhales and returns it to Massasoit. </strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong>After snuffing the pipe, Massasoit sets it adjacent to his place setting. Ritualistically, each extends and holds the other's hand, heads bowed.</strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong>DORAH</strong><br />
<strong>We give thanks today for Your eternal bounty.</strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong>ALL</strong><br />
<strong>(in unison)</strong><br />
<strong>Amen.</strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong>MASSASOIT</strong><br />
<strong>Aho.</strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong>FADE TO BLACK</strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span style="color: #783f04;">Happy Thanksgiving!</span></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span style="color: #783f04;"></span></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #ff6600;"><span style="color: purple;">**written by petra michelle**</span></span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #ff6600;"></span></strong><br />petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway?http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474448747236205303noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2529078764478554163.post-51948379078398620442012-10-06T03:58:00.000-07:002012-10-08T11:10:04.074-07:00COLUMBUS MEETS JACK SPARROW -- An Encore Presentation<strong><span style="color: #990000;">FADE IN:</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">INT. CAPTAIN'S QUARTERS. SANTA MARIA - DAY</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">In his quarters, CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS furiously makes notes after studying compass readings and maps. His PILOT, Sancho, enters.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">SANCHO</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">You are needed on deck, Capitain.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">COLUMBUS</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">What is it?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">SANCHO</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">A ship is on the horizon.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">EXT. DECK. SANTA MARIA - DAY</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">Studying the ship's black hull and sails,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">COLUMBUS</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">It's Sparrow.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">SANCHO</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">Here? Should we stand ready for battle?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">COLUMBUS</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">No. We'll negotiate.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">As the Santa Maria and the Black Pearl grow within hearing distance of each other,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">COLUMBUS</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">What brings you to these parts, Sparrow?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">SPARROW</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">The same as you, Columbus. Spices, silk, </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">a short cut to the Indies.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">The ships are now parallel; Columbus and Sparrow face-to-face.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">COLUMBUS</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">You'll never find it, Sparrow.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">SPARROW</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">No?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">Columbus remains steadfast as Sparrow gestures to his pilot who disappears, then</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">reappears moments later with ISLAND NATIVES and a chest of booty.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">COLUMBUS</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">Where did you find them?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">SPARROW</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">That is for me to know and for you</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">to find out.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">COLUMBUS</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">Buffoon.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">SPARROW</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">Ah, ah, ah, ah.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">Sparrow jumps onto a mast, then down to the steering wheel, speeding ahead.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">COLUMBUS</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">(to Sancho)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">Remain on course.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">When land is sighted, Columbus' CREW notices a fiery glow and billowing smoke; the Black Pearl uneasy in the water.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">COLUMBUS</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">Get ready to dock.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">EXT. ISLAND - NIGHT</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">The Santa Maria rests adjacent to the Black Pearl. As its crew climbs down, Sparrow and his men are eating fish on leaves, fraternizing with the Natives, and worse for drink.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">Columbus steps up to Sparrow who salutes him.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">COLUMBUS</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">Let's get back onboard, Sancho.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">Sparrow fumbles to his feet, ordering his men.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">SPARROW</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">Get up you bungling idiots!</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">The Black Pearl remains on Santa Maria's hull. When Columbus sights land, he jumps overboard, swims to shore, then collapses.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">As Sparrow is about to do the same, DAVY JONES emerges from the water.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">SPARROW</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">Not now, Davy.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">DAVY</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">We have lots to talk about, Sparrow.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">INT. CLASSROOM - DAY</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">A TEACHER stands before a classroom of engrossed ten-year olds.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">TEACHER</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">So children, without Davy Jones' help, Columbus </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">may not have discovered the Caribbean Islands.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">A GIRL raises her hand.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">TEACHER</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">Yes, Jane.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">JANE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">(sobbing)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">But what happened to Johnny Depp?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">FADE TO BLACK</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #351c75;">**written by petra michelle**</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #351c75;"><a href="http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/">http://petramichelle.blogspot.com</a> </span></strong>petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway?http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474448747236205303noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2529078764478554163.post-38745385657154872472011-11-26T15:00:00.000-08:002012-08-18T20:16:59.521-07:00A Pocket Full of Miracles -- An Encore Presentation<strong><span style="color: #660000;">FADE IN:<br /><br />EXT. MACY'S DEPARTMENT STORE. MANHATTAN - DAY<br /><br />On a brisk December day, hurrying holiday SHOPPERS rush in and out of Macy's. Near its entrance stands a MAN CALLING OUT to anyone who will listen.<br /><br />MAN<br />A pocket full of miracles! Get your miracle here!<br /><br />PASSERSBY look upon him queerly as he continues to chant.<br /><br />MAN<br />A pocket full of miracles! Get your miracle here!<br /><br />Adjusting his iPod, a TEENAGER stops in curiosity.<br /><br />TEENAGER<br />How much?<br /><br />MAN<br />It's free.<br /><br />TEENAGER<br />(sarcastically)<br />Nothing's free.<br /><br />Then walks away. Untethered,<br /><br />MAN<br />A pocket full of miracles! Get your miracle!<br /><br />A young COUPLE stops and exchanges glances.<br /><br />WOMAN<br />What kind of miracles?<br /><br />MAN<br />You name it.<br /><br />WOMAN<br />My boyfriend and I want to get married but<br />we can't afford a ring.<br /><br />As her boyfriend tugs at her arm, the man searches for and pulls from his pocket a brilliant engagement ring. He hands it to the woman who excitedly shows it to her boyfriend.<br /><br />BOYFRIEND<br />How much does it cost?<br /><br />MAN<br />Nothing.<br /><br />BOYFRIEND<br />It's a fake. Let's go.<br /><br />As they walk away, the woman gleans the ring then smiles at the man appreciatively.<br /><br />A hunched OLD MAN steps out of the crowds and faces the miracle man.<br /><br />OLD MAN<br />I bet you don't have anything in your pocket for me.<br /><br />MIRACLE MAN<br />Try me.<br /><br />OLD MAN<br />I remember when I was twenty. I was as strong<br />as Hercules. Played lots of sports.<br /><br />The miracle man listens patiently.<br /><br />OLD MAN<br />My wife was my biggest fan. We were high school<br />sweethearts.<br /><br />Not saying a word, the man begins walking; the old man in step beside him.<br /><br />OLD MAN<br />We were married over fifty years.<br />(quietly)<br />She died last year.<br /><br />MIRACLE MAN<br />I'm very sorry.<br /><br />As they continue to walk together,<br /><br />OLD MAN<br />I live around the corner. Would you join me<br />for dinner?<br /><br />MIRACLE MAN<br />I'd be honored.<br /><br />FADE TO BLACK<br /></span><span style="color: #330099;">written by "petra michelle"</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #000099;"><a href="http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/">http://petramichelle.blogspot.com</a> </span></strong>petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway?http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474448747236205303noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2529078764478554163.post-28463235670913087182010-09-20T06:00:00.000-07:002015-03-12T15:25:58.180-07:00THE TELEPHONE NUMBER - An Encore Presentation<strong><span style="color: #990000;">FADE IN:</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">INT. BEDROOM. APARTMENT - NIGHT</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">MIKE frantically fingers the contents of his wallet.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">MIKE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">Where is that business card?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">He holds his wallet upside down, watching the waterfall of its contents cascade to his unmade bed.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">MIKE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">It was blue.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">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.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">MIKE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">Think, Mike. Think.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">He closes his eyes and concentrates. The first three numbers lept before him as he'd studied her telephone number countless times. But the last four...as a child repeats the alphabet to reach an elusive letter, so he tried with numbers.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">MIKE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">One, two, three... Three!</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">Scrambling for a notepad, he proceeds until seven digits stared back at him; the telephone number he could swear he'd had all along. His digital clock blares eleven o'clock.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">MIKE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">It's pretty late. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">(pumping himself)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">It's now or never!</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">As he dials, he visualizes the tall, slender blonde in her slinky, red dress, flirting over a martini.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">MIKE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">But I'm not in her league.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">While the phone rings, he reminds himself that he wasn't half bad looking, and women even commented on how his glasses made him look just as adorable as Clark Kent.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">MIKE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">Just as clumsy, too.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">A woman answers the phone.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">WOMAN (OFFSCREEN)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">Hello?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">MIKE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">Hello? Danielle?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">DANIELLE (OS)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">Yes?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">MIKE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">Um. This is Mike. You may not remember...</span></strong><br />
<br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">DANIELLE (OS)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">(surprised)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">I didn't think you'd ever call, Mike.</span></strong><br />
<br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">MIKE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">(spirits soaring)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">Would you like to go out for dinner?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">You would? I mean, Saturday? Seven thirty?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">Sure, I know where it is. Terrific! See you</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">then. Good </span></strong><strong><span style="color: #990000;">night, Danielle.</span></strong><br />
<br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">He dances victoriously around the bedroom, then collapses onto his bed, soon falling asleep.</span></strong><br />
<br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">SEVERAL DAYS LATER</span></strong><br />
<br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">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.</span></strong><br />
<br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">INT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT</span></strong><br />
<br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">Mike follows the maitre d' who escorts him to a cozy table in the dimly lit corner at which sits a lovely, bespectacled young woman.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">DANIELLE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">(adjusting her glasses)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">Mike?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">MIKE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">(mimics her)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">Danielle?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">While the excitement and anticipation hisses from his ego, Danielle grins.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">DANIELLE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">Seems there's been a little mistake.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">Her embracing smile emphasizes her gentleness and sweet face.</span></strong><br />
<br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">DANIELLE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">It doesn't mean we can't make the best of it.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">What do you think?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">MIKE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">(grins sheepishly)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">Sure.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">After ordering, then pouring the wine, he slowly shares what had happened. Danielle's LAUGHTER, both comforting and lilting, eases his self-consciousness. The hours fly by. When they realize they're the last couple in the restaurant, they exchange warm glances.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">MIKE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">I'd love to see you again.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">DANIELLE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">I would too, Mike, but under one condition.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">MIKE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">What's that?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">DANIELLE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">(holding his hands)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">You give <em>me </em>your telephone number.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">MIKE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">(chuckles)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">Agreed.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">INT./EXT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">As they walk into the brisk, autumn night, DANIELLE's tresses bounce in sync with Mike's newfound spring in his step.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">MIKE</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">Am I glad I lost that business card!</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;">FADE TO BLACK</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;">**written by petra michelle**</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #000099;"></span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #990000;"></span></strong><br />petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway?http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474448747236205303noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2529078764478554163.post-30573222659544292392010-06-08T10:05:00.000-07:002011-07-02T09:23:29.605-07:00FATHER OF THE BRIDE - An encore presentation<strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">And the winners are:</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Robert DeNiro as Albie (50%)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Tie between Myrna Loy & Meryl Streep as Mary (33%)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Tie between Kate Hudson & Emily Blunt as Christine (33%)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Matthew McConaughey as Rob (33%)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Thank you for voting!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">FADE IN:</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">INT. HOME OFFICE - DAY</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">A MIDDLE-AGED MAN is on the telephone gleaning a sheet of paper.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">MAN</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">(irate)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Hold on just a second.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">He gathers up another sheet of paper.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">MAN</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">(increasingly ired)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">I'll call you back.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">(bellows)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Mary!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">His WIFE rushes in.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">MARY</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">What is it? What's wrong, Albie?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">ALBIE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">What's this?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">MARY</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">It's the bill for the flowers.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">ALBIE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Five thousand dollars? And this?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">MARY</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">The Photographer.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">ALBIE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">That's it! One more week of this and we'll be</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">in the poor house!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">MARY</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Stop exaggerating.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Albie collects the invoices, rises, then paces.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">ALBIE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">I can understand a ten thousand dollar wedding</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">gown. But a coach? Why can't she have a limousine</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">like every other bride? Who do I look like? Walt Disney?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">A young WOMAN rushes into the office CRYING.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">WOMAN</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">There you are, mother.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">MARY</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">What is it, Christine?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">CHRISTINE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">(sobs)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">We...broke...up.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">MARY</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">What happened?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">CHRISTINE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">He wants to elope. Can you believe it?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">ALBIE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">It's cheaper.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">CHRISTINE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Father!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Mary glares at him as she guides Christine to a chair.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">ALBIE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Let me remind you, young lady, that your mother </span></strong><strong><span style="color:#000099;">and</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">I eloped. L</span></strong><strong><span style="color:#000099;">ook how happily married we are.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">CHRISTINE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">(between sobs)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">You did, didn't you? It is romantic, isn't it?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">ROB rushes in.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">ROB</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Christine, listen to me.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">CHRISTINE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">I have nothing to say. If you knew better, I </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">never want to see you again.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Albie skulks out of the office, then rushes through the house into the yard.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">EXT. YARD - DAY</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">As he approaches the GARDENER,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">ALBIE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Grab the ladder and place it at THAT window.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Then bring the car around.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">INT. OFFICE - DAY</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Albie returns to find Rob kneeling before Christine.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">ROB</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Albie notices the ladder swaying to and fro at the window.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">ALBIE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Look. A ladder.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">MARY</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">What's it doing there?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Albie grins coyly as he walks seductively towards his wife.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">ALBIE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Don't you remember?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">(embraces her)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">How about we renew our vows.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">MARY</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">(giggling)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Don't be silly, Albie.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Entranced, Christine watches on as Albie extends his arm, Mary wrapping hers around it. She holds Rob's hands.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">CHRISTINE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">If it was good enough for my parents, it's</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">good enough for me.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">MARY</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">What? </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">CHRISTINE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Right now. The four of us.</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">ALBIE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Why not.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">LAUGHING, they crawl through the window and step carefully onto the ladder.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">From the garden,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">GARDENER</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Where are the suitcases?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">MARY</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">And money!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">The four step up the ladder and crawl back into the office. All rush out but Albie who sits at his desk, reflecting. Upon their return,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">MARY</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">(excitedly)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">I packed for you, dear.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Albie rises.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">ALBIE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Rob, a happy wife is a happy life.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Remember that.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">(steps to Christine)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">My angel, I won't put a price on your</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">happiness. You have your wedding</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">with all the bells and whistles. You'll</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">make me the proudest father in the world.</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">CHRISTINE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">(hugs and kisses Albie)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Daddy, you're the best!</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">FADE TO BLACK</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#336666;">**written by petra michelle**</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#336666;"><a href="http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/">http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/</a> </span></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong>petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway?http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474448747236205303noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2529078764478554163.post-62903246428952149572010-05-14T09:02:00.000-07:002011-07-02T09:25:23.944-07:00THE ACLINIC LINE - An encore presentation<strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">And the winners are:</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">JAKE EASTMAN -- Harrison Ford (40%)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">ANNE -- Sigourney Weaver (60%)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Thank you for voting!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">FADE IN:</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">MONTAGE:</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">Fed by sewage dumping into the ocean off the east coast of the United States, THE ACLINIC NETWORK of ducts and mini-islands expands towards the Statue of Liberty, Atlantic City, and Disney World.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">Simultaneously, sewage dumping off the coasts of Europe and Asia causes the Aclinic Network to expand towards the Eiffel Tower, London Bridge, Venice, and Hong Kong, China, and Japan.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">INT. TELEVISION BROADCASTING STUDIO - NIGHT</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">Last minute changes are made to accommodate DR. JAKE EASTMAN, a noted and respected Geophysicist, accompanied by his wife, ANNE, a Marine Biologist.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">ANNE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">But Jake, aren't we risking panic?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">JAKE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">We've got to try.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">The Engineer signals to the News Anchor.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">ANCHOR</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">We interrupt our regular broadcast for a </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">special communication from Dr. Jake Eastman.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">The Engineer signals to Jake.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">JAKE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">I've been working with my wife and dozens of</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">colleagues in uncovering the planet-threatening</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">Aclinic Line.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">(beat)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">Its heart, the Aclinic Island, is violently tremoring.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">We must stop major dumping and polluting to </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">prevent possible eruption.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">(pauses)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">The ramifications of its eruption would be devastating</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">to life as we know it. I urge everyone to do whatever </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">possible. Thank you.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">EXT. ACLINIC ISLAND - DAY</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">RUMBLINGS grow deafening and steady.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">INT. WEATHER MODIFICATION CENTER - DAY</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">Meeting with its director,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">JAKE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">My colleague has produced a biodegradable</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">solution which can dissolve the Aclinic Line.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">We need your help in administering it globally.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">DR. SANTOS</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">Although cloud seeding has been around since</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">the forties, there are no guarantees, Dr. Eastman.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">JAKE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">It's our only hope in ridding the network.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">DR. SANTOS</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">(ponders)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">We can use jets to drop the solution into the clouds.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">Hopefully, this will encourage precipitation of the</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">solution to fall onto the targeted areas.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">JAKE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">We'll start immediately.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">EXT. SKY - NIGHT</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">Jets fly overhead, cloud seeding the solution over the network worldwide.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">EXT. ACLINIC ISLAND - NIGHT</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">As a convoy approaches the island, ooze spews relentlessly, the island shrinking</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">exponentially. Jake SHRIEKS his jeep to a sudden stop, flooding threatening the convoy.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">As he notes nearby trees, he grabs hold of a low branch and climbs.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">JAKE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">Follow me!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">The rest of the convoy join him, some falling into the ooze. Suddenly, precipitation causes a dense fog. Nothing, nor anyone, can be seen.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">JAKE (O.S.)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">Is everyone all right?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">COLLEAGUE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">My clothes are disappearing.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">JAKE (O.S.)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">The solution will dissolve all</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">man-made chemicals. I warned</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">you to wear cotton.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">When the fog lifts,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">INT. CHOPPER - NIGHT</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">CO-PILOT</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">What the ...?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">PILOT</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">(laughing)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">A tree full of naked humans...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">that's a first.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">Jake examines the expanse of clear, open land; the Aclinic Island gone.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">JAKE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">It worked!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">(excitedly)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">Looks like we've been given a </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">second chance. Let's pray we've</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">learned our lesson.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">FADE TO BLACK</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">**written by petra michelle**</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;"><a href="http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/">http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/</a> </span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong>petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway?http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474448747236205303noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2529078764478554163.post-42099627431650526962010-04-26T12:54:00.000-07:002011-07-02T09:26:08.788-07:00THE SCARLETT HIGH HEELS - An encore presentation<strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">And the winners are:</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Leading Man/Tap Dancer - Gene Kelly (42%)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Partner - Ginger Rogers (42%)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Director - Vincente Minelli (40%)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Thank you for voting!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">FADE IN:</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">INT. 1930's HOLLYWOOD STUDIO - DAY</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">With an Orchestra at the ready, the LEADING MAN/TAP DANCER embraces a WOMAN casting for the role of his leading lady.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">DIRECTOR</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Action.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">As the couple tap and glide in perfect harmony, a mischievous gleam in the woman's eye travels to her feet as she disregards the scripted choreography, ad libbing with barrell rolls and bombershays.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Initially, her partner expresses exasperation at her unspoken challenge, then competitively accepts.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">As their pace accelerates, the Orchestra follows in tempo to chasse-s, chaine-s, and balance-s, while their heels cluster click, scuff, stubb, twist and thump across the floor; she growing attracted to him, as he to her with every tap.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">The silence of the entranced CREW is broken with...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">DIRECTOR</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Cut! Cut!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">As he gropes for his chair,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">DIRECTOR</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">That wasn't in the script.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">(to cameraman)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Tell me you got it!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">CAMERAMAN</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">(smacking on his chewing gum)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Got it, boss.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Simultaneously, the woman sits, lifts her gown, and carefully removes her blood-soaked high heels. In her bare, swollen feet she walks gracefully to the director and drops them at his feet. As she turns to leave, the director rushes after her.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">DIRECTOR</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Where are you going?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">WOMAN</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Why? Did I get the part?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">DIRECTOR</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Name your price!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">The leading man catches up with her and extends his hand.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">LEADING MAN</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Shall we dance?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">When she accepts, he draws her towards him and begins to sing.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">LEADING MAN</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Heaven. I'm in heaven.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">And I seem to find the happiness I seek</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">WOMAN</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">You can be very charming.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">LEADING MAN</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">(whispers)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">I'm in heaven.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">As they kiss, the director shrugs, throws the original script into the air, then winks at the cameraman.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">FADE TO BLACK</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">**written by petra michelle**</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;"><a href="http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/">http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/</a> </span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span></strong>petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway?http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474448747236205303noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2529078764478554163.post-50268725039848775142010-04-13T07:58:00.000-07:002011-07-02T11:26:51.270-07:00TAKE ME OUT TO THE BALL GAME - An encore presentation<strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">And the winners are:</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Marge - Betty White (66%)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Ralph - Carroll O'Connor (66%)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Thank you for voting!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">FADE IN:</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">INT. MODEST HOME.1970's QUEENS, NEW YORK - DAY</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">A mature COUPLE are washing and putting the breakfast dishes away.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">HUSBAND</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Baseball season's finally here.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">As he walks into the living room to turn on the television,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">WIFE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">(excitedly)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Why don't we go?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">HUSBAND</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Not today, Marge. This couch feels too good.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">(patting her hand)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Another weekend.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">As she faces him on the couch,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">MARGE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">It's such a beautiful day, Ralph.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Her face brightens up.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">MARGE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Is it easy to find the stadium by train?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">RALPH</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">The M train stops right there. Why?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Marge leaps up and disappears into the bedroom.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">MARGE (OS)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">I'm going.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">RALPH</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">By yourself?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Putting on a light jacket when she returns,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">MARGE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">If I can survive the birth of three beautiful</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">children, I can manage a train to the Bronx.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">RALPH</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">I don't know, Marge.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">After pecking him on the cheek,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">MARGE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">I'll call when I get there.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">EXT./INT. EL TRAIN STATION - DAY</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Ecstatically inhaling the sunny April day, Marge climbs up the stairs to the platform of the station.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">When the train arrives, she makes herself comfortable, knitting. At the changeover, she reconsiders, then shoves her knitting into its bag, rises, and joins the THRONGS onto the M train.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">INT./EXT. M TRAIN - DAY</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Crowded as rush hour, Marge finds and grasps the pole in the center of the compartment, unsteady as the train. When the Stadium comes into view, the compartment quickly empties, she following the enthusiastic FANS down the stairs and onto the sidewalk.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">EXT. STADIUM - DAY</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Marge grins at the Stadium, then rushes to the box office and patiently waits her turn.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">ATTENDANT</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Next.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">MARGE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">One adult ticket please, young man.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Oh, and are there senior discounts?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">ATTENDANT</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Sorry, the game's sold out.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">MARGE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">But I've come all the way from Queens.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">ATTENDANT</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Next!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Disheartened, Marge slowly heads back towards the station. She observes a COUPLE with two CHILDREN waiting on line to enter the stadium.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Excusing herself ever so endearingly and politely to those she cuts in front of, she discreetly joins the family as they pass through the turnstile. She feels a tap on her shoulder.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">TICKET COLLECTOR</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Ticket, please.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">MARGE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Oh, I'm with them.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">INT. STADIUM - DAY</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">As he turns to "them," Marge runs into the heart of the stadium, blending in with the crowds. She begins to panic, watching for security, or worse yet, the police. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Rushing to the telephones, she fumbles for her change purse. She finds, then drops her change. Hands trembling, she picks up the coins and manages to dial.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">MARGE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Hurry, Ralph!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">RALPH (OS)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Hello?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">MARGE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Ralph, I'm going to jail!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">RALPH (OS)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">What?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">MARGE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">(glancing around)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">They're looking for me now!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">RALPH (OS)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">What are you talking about?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">MARGE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">I snuck into Yankee Stadium!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">RALPH (OS)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Wail til the boys hear about this!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">MARGE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Oh no!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">RALPH (OS)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Relax, Marge. Find a seat and enjoy the game.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">MARGE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Relax? Enjoy?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">RALPH (OS)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Trust me. You're in now. No one is going to bother you.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">I'll order some Chinese to celebrate.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Disbelievingly, she peers at the DIAL TONE. She cautiously follows the fans as they make their way to the stands.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">EXT. STANDS - DAY</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Marge stops abruptly and shakes her head at the half-full stadium. She zooms in on available seats behind third base, b</span></strong><strong><span style="color:#000066;">uys a box of Cracker Jacks and a diet coke, then rushes to the unclaimed seat placing her snacks on it. She stands and CLAPS when the teams take to the field.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">At the tap on her shoulder, she freezes. From the corner of her eye, she notices handcuffs in an outstretched hand.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">FAN</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">You dropped your Cracker Jack's prize, Ma'am.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">LAUGHING with relief, she manages a...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">MARGE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Thank you, dear.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">...and enjoys the ball game, with only an occasional glance over her shoulder.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">FADE TO BLACK</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">**written by petra michelle**</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"><a href="http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/">http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/</a> </span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong>petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway?http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474448747236205303noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2529078764478554163.post-21905289555008798742010-03-27T15:49:00.000-07:002011-07-02T09:27:30.828-07:00THE GOOD EARTH - An encore presentation<strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">And the winners are:</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Girl - Dakota Fanning (33%)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Young Woman/Bride/Mother - Kate Winslet (50%)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Grandmother - Helen Mirren (50%)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Young Man/Groom - Jude Law (100%) A FIRST! :))</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Grandfather/Senior - Liam Neeson (50%)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Thank you for voting!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;">FADE IN:</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;">EXT. COUNTRY HOME - DAY</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;">On a balmy Spring day, a young GIRL walks up the stairs of her home with her MOTHER while savoring a peach. She studies its glistening pit, then smiles.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;">GIRL</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;">I'll be right back, mom.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;">She runs down the stairs to an open expanse of land outside the house. She drops to her knees, digs a hole in the moist earth with her fingers, then gently sets the peach pit into its center, covering it lovingly with the dug-up soil.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;">As she rises, she notes the location of the small mound, then runs home.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;">TEN YEARS LATER</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;">The young girl, now a young WOMAN rests against the blossoming tree studying with her college SWEETHEART. He lifts her hand and gently kisses it, she bent over to nestle his hair.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;">ANOTHER TEN YEARS LATER</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;">Under the now twenty-year old tree, a wedding PHOTOGRAPHER is taking pictures of the woman turned BRIDE with her college sweetheart, now GROOM. Wedding GUESTS surround them excitedly, sharing in their joy.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;">YET ANOTHER TEN YEARS</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;">Picknicking with her three young CHILDREN under the slivers of sunlight and shade, she observes her surroundings with reverence while two dogs are playfully barking and chasing each other.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;">SOME YEARS LATER</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;">Mature in age, she and her husband exchange proud glances while their children and GRANDCHILDREN are exhuberantly feasting at their annual Spring reunion under the tree's rustling and protective branches.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;">CUT TO:</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;">Her husband, now in his senior years, stands alone under the rich spread of the peach tree's blossoms. As he caresses its bark,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;">HUSBAND</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;">Olan, you are the Earth.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;">FADE TO BLACK</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">**written by petra michelle**</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"><a href="http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/">http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/</a> </span></strong>petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway?http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474448747236205303noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2529078764478554163.post-68130238967456715402010-03-13T11:07:00.000-08:002011-07-02T09:28:07.945-07:00St. Patrick - An encore presentation<strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">And the winners are:</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Young Patrick - Jonathan Rhys Meyers (66%)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">St. Patrick - Liam Neeson (75%)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">St. Germain - Richard Harris (100%)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Thank you for voting!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">FADE IN:</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">INT. KILPATRICK ESTATE. EARLY 5th CENTURY SCOTLAND - NIGHT</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">IRISH MARAUDERS reek havoc on the Kilpatrick Estate, abducting young Patrick.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">ST. PATRICK (VOICEOVER)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">I was sixteen when taken prisoner and brought</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">to Ireland. There, I was sold as a slave to a </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">chieftan named Milchu.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">EXT. IRISH COUNTRYSIDE - DAY</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">While tending the flocks in the valley of the Braid and on the slopes of Slemish,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">ST. PATRICK (VO)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">For six years, I was held captive. In those </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">days I have said as many as a hundred prayers</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">and in the night, nearly the same; so that whilst</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">in the woods and on the mountain, even before</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">dawn, I was roused to prayer.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">The six years of Patrick's captivity became preparation for his future apostolate.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">ST. PATRICK (VO)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">In a dream, God admonished that I flee. I</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">found a ship ready to set sail. After some</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">rebuffs, I was allowed onboard. Though I </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">returned to Britain among friends, my </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">heart was set on devoting myself to God.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">EXT. BRITISH PROVINCES - DAY</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">It was under ST. GERMAIN'S guidance, Patrick would be promoted to the priesthood a few years later and became engaged in missionary work.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">ST. PATRICK (VO)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">Commissioned by the Holy See, St. Germain</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">proceeded to Britain to combat the erroneous</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">teachings of Pelagius. I was chosen to be one</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">of his missionaries and privileged to have </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">witnessed much, including the calming of</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">the tempest at sea.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">However, Patrick's thoughts turned towards Ireland, and from time to time he was favored with visions of the children from Focluth who cried to him, "O holy youth, come back to Erin, and walk once more amongst us."</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">ST. PATRICK (VO)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">With the blessing of Celestine, Pope of Rome,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">who bestowed me with the name Patercius, </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">St. Germain and I set out for Ireland.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">EXT. TARA. 433 IRELAND - EASTER SUNDAY</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">On Easter Sunday, DRUID CHIEFS and BREHONS came in full numbers to assemble at Tara in 433 AD.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">DRUIDS</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">O king, live forever. This fire, which has been</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">lighted in defiance of the royal edict, will blaze</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">forever in this land unless it be this very night</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">extinguished.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">By order of the king and the agency of druids, repeated attempts were made to extinguish the blessed fire and to punish with death the intruder who had disobeyed the royal command. But the fire was not extinguished and, Patrick, shielded by the Divine power.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">ST. PATRICK (VO)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">The druids and magicians put forth all their</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">strength and employed all their incantations</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">to maintain their sway over the Irish race.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">But our prayer and faith achieved a glorious</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">triumph.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">(beat)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">By their incantations, a cloud of darkness</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">spread over the hill and surrounding plain.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">I defied them to remove the cloud and knelt</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">in prayer. The sun sent forth its rays and the</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">brightest sunshine lit up the hills.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">It was indeed a momentous day for the Irish race. Although the king had given orders that no sign of respect to be extended, Erc, a royal page, arose to show Patrick reverence; and, at that second, when all the chieftains were assembled, the chief-bard, Dubbtach, showed Patrick the same honor.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">ST. PATRICK (VO)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">I then plucked a shamrock from the sward</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">to explain by its triple leaf and single stem the</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">Blessed Trinity. And on that bright Easter Day,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">the triumph of religion at Tara was complete.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">FADE TO BLACK</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;">EPILOGUE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;">It is sometimes supposed that St. Patrick's apostolate in Ireland was an unbroken series of peaceful triumphs, but is quite the reverse. He was subjected to frequent trials at the hands of the druids and other enemies. No fewer than 12 times he and his companions were seized and carried off as captives, and on one occasion, his death was decreed, but was liberated by benign Providence.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;">St. Patrick continued until his death to visit and watch over the churches he had founded in all provinces in Ireland. He comforted the faithful in their difficulties, strenghtened their faith, and appointed pastors to continue his work among them.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;">At Saul, St. Patrick received the summons to his reward on March 17, 493 and St. Tassach administered the last sacraments to him. His remains were wrapped in the shroud woven by St. Brigid and were interred at the chieftan's Fort two miles from Saul, where the Cathedral of Down would arise.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;">Above information from the Catholic Encyclopedia on St. Patrick at <a href="http://www.newadvent.org/cathen//11554a.htm">http://www.newadvent.org/cathen//11554a.htm</a> .</span></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#336666;">*formatted by petra michelle**</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#336666;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#336666;"><a href="http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/">http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/</a> </span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#336666;"></span></strong>petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway?http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474448747236205303noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2529078764478554163.post-70030506567592701812010-02-22T09:11:00.000-08:002011-07-02T09:28:51.759-07:00MT. OLYMPICS<strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">And the winners are:</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Zeus - Donald Sutherland (83%)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Hera - Judy Dench (40%)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Thank you for voting!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">FADE IN:</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">EXT. ORNATE FOUNTAIN. MT. OLYMPUS - DAY</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">ZEUS stands facing the fountain; his wife, HERA, sitting on its edge. Zeus waves his hand over the fountain. Images of the Vancouver Olympic Games appear in the water.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">ZEUS</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Just in time.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">HERA</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Skiing?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">ZEUS</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">The first downhill run.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">(exasperated)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">He's holding back.</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">HERA</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">There is no better skier than you, my love.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Zeus is fixated on the SKIER as he skis into last place.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">ZEUS</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Hera, I'll be back for dinner.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">HERA</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Where are you going?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">In a flash, Zeus disappears.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">EXT. WHISTLER BLACKCOMB MOUNTAIN. VANCOUVER - DAY</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Zeus strides through the crowds, disguised as a spectator. He climbs to the Olympian downhill start house. The skier in last place shivers as an unusual sensation overtakes him. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Shaking off the sensation, he steps forward for his final downhill run.</span></strong><strong><span style="color:#990000;"> With uncharacteristic aggressiveness and grace, he flies downhill into first place.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Flanked by reporters and fellow skiers, he's stunned by his Gold medal performance.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">EXT. WHISTLER MEDALS PLAZA - NIGHT</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">After the medals ceremony, the MEDIA rush towards him; a sexy JOURNALIST reaching him first.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">JOURNALIST</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">I've never seen anything like your performance!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">(grinning)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">You were like a god out there.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">SKIER</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">I had some help.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">JOURNALIST</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">From?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">SKIER</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">(as he steps closer)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Shall we talk about it over a quiet, intimate dinner?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">JOURNALIST</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">(sensually)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Sure, but what about your wife?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">SKIER</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Your beauty rivals her broad mindedness.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">JOURNALIST</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Zeus, it's Hera. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Zeus whinces. Grinning,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">HERA</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Who should be your next winner?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">ZEUS</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">(smiling)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">He's a ski jumper.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">(thumping his chest)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">It feels just like Mt. Olympus.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">FADE TO BLACK</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">**written by petra michelle**</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"><a href="http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/">http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/</a> </span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></strong>petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway?http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474448747236205303noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2529078764478554163.post-10618252615715750612010-01-31T11:41:00.000-08:002011-07-02T10:31:11.870-07:00FIDDLE-DEE-DEE - An encore presentation<strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">And the winners are:</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">SCARLETT - Vivien Leigh (50%)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">MAMMY - Tie between Hattie McDaniel and Queen Latifah (50%)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">JULIE - Jennifer Aniston (60%)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">ASHLEY - Leslie Howard (50%)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">RHETT - Clark Gable (66%)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Thank you for voting!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">FADE IN:</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">INT. MANSION. POST-CIVIL WAR ATLANTA, GEORGIA - DAY</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">SCARLETT escorts her new SUITOR to the front door of her mansion.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">SUITOR</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Don't leave me on tender hooks, Scarlett.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">SCARLETT</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Fiddle-dee-dee! I'll give you my answer tomorrow.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">As MAMMY appears,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">SCARLETT</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Good day, Mr. Finnegan.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Upon his departure,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">MAMMY</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Miss Marsden is waiting in the drawing room.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">SCARLETT</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Bring in tea and biscuits, Mammy.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">INT. DRAWING ROOM - SAME</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">JULIE MARSDEN is admiring Ashley Wilkes' photo. When Scarlett appears, she sets it back in its rightful place.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">SCARLETT</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">(extending her hand)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">It's so very nice to meet you, Miss Marsden.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">MISS MARSDEN</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Please -- call me Julie.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">SCARLETT</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Are you planning on building a home here</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">in Atlanta, Julie? I'm not ashamed to say</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">I have the finest Georgia pine.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Mammy enters and sets the tray of tea and biscuits down.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">JULIE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Frankly, I've come for your advice.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">SCARLETT</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Advice?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">JULIE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">What's your secret?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">SCARLETT</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">(perplexed)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Secret?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">JULIE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">You've been married three times.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">(sarcastically)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Seems I'll be an old maid.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">SCARLETT</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Fiddle-dee-dee, Julie.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">JULIE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Fiddle-dee-dee? That's the secret?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Before Scarlett replies, ASHLEY stumbles in.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">ASHLEY</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">There you are, Scarlett. I rushed over to tell you...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">He stops abruptly at the sight of Julie.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">ASHLEY</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Hello.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">JULIE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">(sensually)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Fiddle-dee-dee.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">As she pours herself a cup of tea,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">ASHLEY</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Let me help you.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Scarlett watches on, aghast.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">SCARLETT</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">(in rapid exchange)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Fiddle-dee-dee.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">On cue, Ashley stops pouring to tend to Scarlett.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">JULIE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">(competitively)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Fiddle-dee-dee, Ashley.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">RHETT BUTLER barges in past Mammy.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">RHETT</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Scarlett, it's just no good. I can't go on without you.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">SCARLETT</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Rhett!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">As Ashley pats Julie's hand,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">SCARLETT</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Ashley!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">RHETT</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Once and for all, Scarlett, make up your mind!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">SCARLETT</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">And spoil the fun?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">RHETT</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">(frustrated, turns to Mammy)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Fiddle-dee-dee, Mammy!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">MAMMY</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">(blushing)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Lordy, Mr. Rhett. You is bad!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">FADE TO BLACK</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">**written by petra michelle**</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;">How many references to the film, Gone with the Wind, can you find?</span></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><a href="http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/">http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/</a> </strong>petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway?http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474448747236205303noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2529078764478554163.post-64889098554425272342010-01-18T16:22:00.000-08:002011-07-02T09:29:42.711-07:00JACK AND JILL - An encore presentation<strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">And the winners are:</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Jack - Johnny Depp (80%)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Jill - Kate Winslet (80%)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Thank you for voting!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">FADE IN:</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">EXT. FOOT OF HILL - DAY</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">JACK and JILL climbed up the hill to fetch a pail of water. Jack fell down and broke his crown...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Lying on the grass, distorted images of trees beneath the sky come into view as Jack slowly regains consciousness.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">JILL</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Jack, can you hear me?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Gingerly touching his bruised head, Jack sits up.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">JACK</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">What happened?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">JILL</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">You broke your crown again.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">JACK</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">My crown? I do not wear a crown.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Studying his clothing, then feeling his face,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">JACK</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Where is my mask? And my cape?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">JILL</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Mask? Cape? </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">JACK</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Have we had the pleasure of meeting, Senorita?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">JILL</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">We've only climbed that hill fetching water for</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">what seems like an eternity.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">JACK</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Me? Fetch water?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">JILL</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Jack...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">JACK</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">And why do you insist on calling me Jack? I am</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Don Juan deMarco.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">JILL</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Who?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">As he stands upright,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">JACK</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">The greatest lover in the world.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">JILL</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">(rolls her eyes)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">If we don't fetch the water, we'll be sacked. Not</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">now, of all times.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">JACK</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">My dear Senorita. You must not fret.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">JILL</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">It takes more than love to pay the bills.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">JACK</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">So young and so cynical. Do not underestimate</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">the power of love. And, it just so happens -- I am</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">rich.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">JILL</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">And where, prey tell, is the money?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">JACK</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">On the other side of the hill.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">JILL</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">(sighs)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Okay. Let's go.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Jack and Jill climbed up the hill to fetch deMarco's money. Jack fell down and broke his crown...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Moaning, Jack lies in a stupor.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">JILL</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Jack?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">(no response)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Mr. deMarco.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">JACK</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Who?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">JILL</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">James Bond.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">JACK</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">(thoughtfully)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">No.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">JILL</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Robin Hood.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">JACK</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">No.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Jill takes his hand and guides him over the hill. As they disappear,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">JILL (OS)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">The King of England.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">JACK (OS)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Yes, King George. No, King Edward. No...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">FADE TO BLACK</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">**written by petra michelle**</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;"><a href="http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/">http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/</a> </span></strong>petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway?http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474448747236205303noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2529078764478554163.post-10077464120281448072010-01-03T08:35:00.000-08:002011-07-02T09:30:47.297-07:00RUNNING ON RESOLUTIONS - An encore presentation<strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">And the winners are:</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">NICK - Toni Randall (40%)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">AL - Jack Klugman (40%)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Thank you for voting!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">FADE IN:</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">EXT. RUNNERS' PATH. CENTRAL PARK - DAY</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Two MEN are jogging together in Central Park on a freezing January morning.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">AL</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">I should have my head examined for letting</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">you talk me into running this morning.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">NICK</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">And break last year's resolution? You lost</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">how many pounds? Five? I lost at least ten.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">And since I stopped smoking the year before,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">my doctor says my lungs are clean as a whistle.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">And when I started eating a low-fat diet the </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">year before that, my cholesterol is as low as</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">my low-rise underwear.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">And since I promised to help around the </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">house, my wife is one happy camper, </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">especially in the bedroom.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Al rolls his eyes.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">NICK</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">And how about the year we started our</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">business. I vowed I'd stop complaining</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">about your three-hour lunches, and </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">your endless long-distance calls, and </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">your so-called business write-offs...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">more like expensive gifts to Liz, </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Sandra, Connie, and God only knows</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">who else.</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">AL</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Have you decided on this year's </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">resolution yet?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">NICK</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">You know me. If I can't keep it, I won't</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">make it. Why? You have any ideas?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">AL</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Yeah. A vow of silence.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Their VOICES fade out...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">NICK</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">You know I can't do that. How else can</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">I tell you what's on my mind.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">AL</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">What's left of it.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">...as they disappear out of view.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">FADE TO BLACK</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">**written by petra michelle**</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"><a href="http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/">http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/</a> </span></strong>petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway?http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474448747236205303noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2529078764478554163.post-14538293329684513102009-12-19T14:42:00.000-08:002011-07-02T10:42:46.384-07:00Santa in Training - An encore presentation<strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">INT. LIVING ROOM. HOME - CHRISTMAS EVE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Sitting on a recliner in a sparsely decorated living room, a MAN is on the telephone.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">MAN</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Okay, mom, see you and Josh tomorrow. Night.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">After hanging up, he rests his head on the back of the recliner and shuts his eyes. A CRASH from the unlit fireplace causes him to jump. A clump of red, covered in soot, lands onto the cold, stone hearth.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">MAN</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Who's there?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Brushing herself off, a WOMAN dressed in a Santa suit turns to him.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">WOMAN</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">I'm so sorry. I'm new at this.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">MAN</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Stay where you are or I'll call...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">WOMAN</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Please. Don't call Santa.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Confused, the man stares at her.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">WOMAN</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">You see, I'm a Santa in training. And I might lose my job if...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">MAN</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">You're a Santa in training?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">WOMAN</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Santa is so busy. He needs all the help he can get.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">(self-consciously)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">I have your present.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">(looking up the chimney)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">It seems, it's still on your roof though.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">MAN</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">(laughing)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">I've had too much wine!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Suppressing her attraction to him, she extends her hand, business-like but warmly.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">WOMAN</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">It's Laurie.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">MAN</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Simon.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">(a moment of awkward silence)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Would you care for a glass of wine?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">The grandfather clock STRIKES midnight.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">LAURIE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Thanks, Simon, but I can't. I'm late as it is.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">I have so many presents to deliver.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">SIMON</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">C'mon, Laurie. We both know there's no such thing as Santa.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">LAURIE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">(aghast)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">No such thing as Santa? I'm getting your present right now.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Maybe then you'll believe me.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Simon shakes his head as the front door SLAMS. He hears mumbled CONVERSATION on the lawn.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">EXT. HOUSE - CHRISTMAS DAY</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">LAURIE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">(to nearing neighbor)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">My reindeer are gone! I need to get to the roof!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">The neighbor looks at her queerly.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">NEIGHBOR</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Why?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">LAURIE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Do you have a ladder?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">NEIGHBOR</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">(scratching his head)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">I'll be right back!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">When he returns, the neighbor sets the ladder onto the side of the house. It steady, Laurie climbs to the roof. She searches her sack, finds Simon's present, then climbs down.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">LAURIE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">(to neighbor)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Thank you so very much for your help. Merry Christmas!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">NEIGHBOR</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Merry Christmas.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Laurie then rushes into Simon's house.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">INT. LIVING ROOM - CHRISTMAS DAY</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">As she hands him his present,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">LAURIE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Merry Christmas, Simon.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Self-consciously he gropes for it. She understands.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">LAURIE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">(gently)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">I'll read the card.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">SIMON</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Fine.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">LAURIE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Merry Christmas, Simon. Enclosed is a check for</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">the eye surgery. I know it will be a success. Santa</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Simon buries his head in his hands; Laurie kneeling before him.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">LAURIE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">If you'd like, I'll go with you.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Simon finds, then clasps Laurie's hand, a grateful tear trickling down his cheek.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">FADE TO BLACK</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#336666;">**written by petra michelle**</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"><a href="http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/">http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/</a></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">Merry Christmas!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong>petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway?http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474448747236205303noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2529078764478554163.post-53838785584054839102009-12-05T18:05:00.000-08:002011-07-02T11:02:05.664-07:00A POCKET FULL OF MIRACLES - An Encore Presentation<strong><span style="color:#330033;">FADE IN:</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">EXT. MACY'S DEPARTMENT STORE. MANHATTAN - DAY</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">On a brisk December day, hurrying holiday SHOPPERS rush in and out of Macy's. Near its entrance stands a MAN CALLING OUT to anyone who will listen.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">MAN </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">A pocket full of miracles! Get your miracle here!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">PASSERSBY look upon him queerly as he continues to chant.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">MAN</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">A pocket full of miracles! Get your miracle here!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">Adjusting his iPod, a TEENAGER stops in curiosity.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">TEENAGER</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">How much?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">MAN</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">It's free.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">TEENAGER</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">(sarcastically)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">Nothing's free.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">Then walks away. Untethered,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">MAN</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">A pocket full of miracles! Get your miracle!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">A young COUPLE stops and exchanges glances.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">WOMAN</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">What kind of miracles?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">MAN</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">You name it.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">WOMAN</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">My boyfriend and I want to get married but</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">we can't afford a ring.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">As her boyfriend tugs at her arm, the man searches for and pulls from his pocket a brilliant engagement ring. He hands it to the woman who excitedly shows it to her boyfriend.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">BOYFRIEND</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">How much does it cost?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">MAN</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">Nothing.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">BOYFRIEND</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">It's a fake. Let's go.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">As they walk away, the woman gleans the ring then smiles at the man appreciatively.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">A hunched OLD MAN steps out of the crowds and faces the miracle man.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">OLD MAN</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">I bet you don't have anything in your pocket for me.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">MIRACLE MAN</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">Try me.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">OLD MAN</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">I remember when I was twenty. I was as strong </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">as Hercules. Played lots of sports too.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">The miracle man listens patiently.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">OLD MAN</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">My wife was my biggest fan. We were high school</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">sweethearts.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">Not saying a word, the man begins walking; the old man in step beside him.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">OLD MAN</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">We were married over fifty years.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">(quietly)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">She died last year.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">MIRACLE MAN</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">I'm very sorry.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">As they continue to walk together,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">OLD MAN</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">I live around the corner. Would you join me </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">for dinner?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">MIRACLE MAN</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">I'd be honored.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">FADE TO BLACK</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;"></span></strong><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"><strong>**written by petra michelle**</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;"><a href="http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/">http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/</a> </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;"></span></strong>petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway?http://www.blogger.com/profile/03474448747236205303noreply@blogger.com7