And the winners are:
Jack - Johnny Depp (38%)
Jill - Kate Hudson (25%)
Thank you for voting!
FADE IN:
EXT. FOOT OF HILL - DAY
JACK and JILL climbed up the hill to fetch a pail of water. Jack fell down and broke his crown...
Lying on the grass, distorted images of trees beneath the sky come into view as Jack slowly opens his eyes.
JILL
Jack, can you hear me?
Gingerly touching his bruised head, Jack sits up.
JACK
What happened?
JILL
You broke your crown again.
JACK
My crown? I do not wear a crown.
Studying his clothing, then feeling his face,
JACK
Where's my mask? And my cape?
JILL
Mask? Cape? That was some fall, Jack.
JACK
Have we had the pleasure of meeting, Senorita?
JILL
Well, we've only climbed that hill fetching water
together for what seems like an eternity.
JACK
Fetch water? Me?
JILL
Jack...
JACK
And why do you insist on calling me Jack? I am
Don Juan deMarco.
JILL
Who?
As he stands upright,
JACK
The greatest lover in the world.
JILL
(rolling her eyes)
If we don't fetch the water, we'll be sacked. Not
now, of all times.
JACK
My dear Senorita. You must not fret.
JILL
It takes more than love to pay the bills.
JACK
So young and so cynical. Do not underestimate
the power of love. And, it just so happens--I am rich.
JILL
And where, prey tell, is the money?
JACK
On the other side of the hill.
JILL
Fine. Let's go.
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.
JILL
Jack?
(no answer)
Mr. deMarco?
JACK
Who?
JILL
James Bond.
JACK
No.
JILL
Robin Hood.
JACK
No.
Jill guides him over the hill by the hand. As they disappear,
JILL (OS)
The King of England.
JACK (OS)
Yes. Yes. Yes.
FADE TO BLACK
**written by petra michelle**
http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Saturday, March 14, 2009
ST. PATRICK
And the winners are:
St. Patrick - Peter O'Toole (60%)
Milchu - Malcolm McDowell (42%)
St. Germain - Sean Connery (57%)
Thank you for voting!
FADE IN:
INT. KILPATRICK ESTATE. early 5th century SCOTLAND - NIGHT
IRISH MARAUDERS wreak havoc on the Kilpatrick Estate, abducting young Patrick.
ST. PATRICK (VOICEOVER)
I was sixteen when taken prisoner and brought
to Ireland. There, I was sold as a slave to a
chieftan named Milchu.
EXT. IRISH COUNTRYSIDE - DAY
While tending the flocks in the valley of the Braid and on the slopes of Slemish,
ST. PATRICK (VO)
For six years, I was held captive. In those
days I have said as many as a hundred prayers
and in the night, nearly the same; so that
whilst in the woods and on the mountain, even
before dawn, I was roused to prayer.
The six years of Patrick's captivity became preparation for his future apostolate.
ST. PATRICK (VO)
In a dream, God admonished that I flee. I
found a ship ready to set sail. After some
rebuffs, I was allowed onboard. Though I
returned to Britain among friends, my heart
was set on devoting myself to God.
EXT. BRITISH PROVINCES - DAY
It was under ST. GERMAIN'S guidance, Patrick would be promoted to the priesthood a few years later and became engaged in missionary work.
ST. PATRICK (VO)
Commissioned by the Holy See, St. Germain
proceeded to Britain to combat the erroneous
teachings of Pelagius. I was chosen to be one
of his missionaries and priveleged to have
witnessed much, including the calming of the
tempest at sea.
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."
ST. PATRICK (VO)
With the blessing of Celestine, Pope of Rome,
who bestowed me with the name Patercius,
St. Germain and I set out for Ireland.
EXT. TARA. 433 IRELAND - EASTER SUNDAY
On Easter Sunday, DRUID CHIEFS and BREHONS came in full numbers to assemble at Tara in 433.
DRUIDS
O king, live forever. This fire, which has been
lighted in defiance of the royal edict, will blaze
forever in this land unless it be this very night
extinguished.
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.
ST. PATRICK (VO)
The druids and magicians put forth all their
strength and employed all their incantations
to maintain their sway over the Irish race.
But our prayer and faith achieved a glorious
triumph.
(beat)
By their incantations, a cloud of darkness
spread over the hill and surrounding plain.
I defied them to remove the cloud and knelt
in prayer. The sun sent forth its rays and
the brightest sunshine lit up the hills.
It was indeed a momentous day for the Irish race. Although the king had given orders that no sign of respect was to be extended, Erc, a royal page, arose to show Patrick reverence; and at that second, when all the chieftans were assembled, the chief-bard, Dubhtach, showed Patrick the same honor.
ST. PATRICK (VO)
I then plucked a shamrock from the sward
to explain by its triple leaf and single stem
the Blessed Trinity. And on that bright
Easter Day, the triumph of religion at Tara
was complete.
FADE TO BLACK
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.
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, strengthened their faith and virtue, and appointed pastors to continue his work among them.
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.
Information from the Catholic Encyclopedia on St. Patrick at http://www.newadvent.org/cathen/11554a.htm .
**formatted by petra michelle**
http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/
St. Patrick - Peter O'Toole (60%)
Milchu - Malcolm McDowell (42%)
St. Germain - Sean Connery (57%)
Thank you for voting!
FADE IN:
INT. KILPATRICK ESTATE. early 5th century SCOTLAND - NIGHT
IRISH MARAUDERS wreak havoc on the Kilpatrick Estate, abducting young Patrick.
ST. PATRICK (VOICEOVER)
I was sixteen when taken prisoner and brought
to Ireland. There, I was sold as a slave to a
chieftan named Milchu.
EXT. IRISH COUNTRYSIDE - DAY
While tending the flocks in the valley of the Braid and on the slopes of Slemish,
ST. PATRICK (VO)
For six years, I was held captive. In those
days I have said as many as a hundred prayers
and in the night, nearly the same; so that
whilst in the woods and on the mountain, even
before dawn, I was roused to prayer.
The six years of Patrick's captivity became preparation for his future apostolate.
ST. PATRICK (VO)
In a dream, God admonished that I flee. I
found a ship ready to set sail. After some
rebuffs, I was allowed onboard. Though I
returned to Britain among friends, my heart
was set on devoting myself to God.
EXT. BRITISH PROVINCES - DAY
It was under ST. GERMAIN'S guidance, Patrick would be promoted to the priesthood a few years later and became engaged in missionary work.
ST. PATRICK (VO)
Commissioned by the Holy See, St. Germain
proceeded to Britain to combat the erroneous
teachings of Pelagius. I was chosen to be one
of his missionaries and priveleged to have
witnessed much, including the calming of the
tempest at sea.
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."
ST. PATRICK (VO)
With the blessing of Celestine, Pope of Rome,
who bestowed me with the name Patercius,
St. Germain and I set out for Ireland.
EXT. TARA. 433 IRELAND - EASTER SUNDAY
On Easter Sunday, DRUID CHIEFS and BREHONS came in full numbers to assemble at Tara in 433.
DRUIDS
O king, live forever. This fire, which has been
lighted in defiance of the royal edict, will blaze
forever in this land unless it be this very night
extinguished.
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.
ST. PATRICK (VO)
The druids and magicians put forth all their
strength and employed all their incantations
to maintain their sway over the Irish race.
But our prayer and faith achieved a glorious
triumph.
(beat)
By their incantations, a cloud of darkness
spread over the hill and surrounding plain.
I defied them to remove the cloud and knelt
in prayer. The sun sent forth its rays and
the brightest sunshine lit up the hills.
It was indeed a momentous day for the Irish race. Although the king had given orders that no sign of respect was to be extended, Erc, a royal page, arose to show Patrick reverence; and at that second, when all the chieftans were assembled, the chief-bard, Dubhtach, showed Patrick the same honor.
ST. PATRICK (VO)
I then plucked a shamrock from the sward
to explain by its triple leaf and single stem
the Blessed Trinity. And on that bright
Easter Day, the triumph of religion at Tara
was complete.
FADE TO BLACK
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.
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, strengthened their faith and virtue, and appointed pastors to continue his work among them.
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.
Information from the Catholic Encyclopedia on St. Patrick at http://www.newadvent.org/cathen/11554a.htm .
**formatted by petra michelle**
http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Rerun of WAYWORN HOME
And the winners are:
Jake - Tie between:
Heath Ledger (37%)
Jude Law (37%)
Margaret - Sally Field (50%)
Thank you for voting!
FADE IN:
EXT. LOG CABIN. MID-1800's - DAY
A young COWBOY rides up to a modest log cabin set on a farm. As he climbs down off his horse, geese snap and chickens CACKLE. A WOMAN his mother's age, opens the door, observing him through a shotgun.
MARGARET
What can I do for you?
JAKE
Well, ma'am. I was wondering if you could use
any help around the farm. Mrs. Johnson sent me.
Margaret studies his thin frame and handsome, but pale face.
JAKE
I notice the roof needs mending.
MARGARET
Have you had anything to eat today?
JAKE
No, ma'am. Not yet.
She gestures he enter the cabin.
INT. KITCHEN. CABIN - DAY
Coffee permeates the kitchen and biscuits sit on the center of the table. Jake quickly glances at the cabin's humble surroundings, then stares at a photo.
MARGARET
Sit down.
JAKE
Thank you.
Awkward silences are exchanged between them as Margaret sets a plate of fried chicken, biscuits, and a cup of coffee before him.
Margaret
What's your name, son?
JAKE
Jake Hadden.
Margaret's eyes widen as she stumbles. Jake quickly assists her to a chair.
JAKE
Are your all right, maw?
She gazes at him, questioning how he knew she was his mother, then notices a pendant around his neck.
MARGARET
Paw gave you that pendant, didn't he?
JAKE
Right before he died.
MARGARET
Died?
She turns to hide her tears.
MARGARET
I gave it to him years ago when...
As she sobs, Jake reaches for her hand.
JAKE
Don't cry, maw.
MARGARET
I should never have left you behind, son.
Can you forgive me?
He hugs her reassuringly.
JAKE
I know it wasn't easy.
As they embrace,
JAKE
I love you, maw.
FADE TO BLACK
**written by petra michelle**
http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/
Jake - Tie between:
Heath Ledger (37%)
Jude Law (37%)
Margaret - Sally Field (50%)
Thank you for voting!
FADE IN:
EXT. LOG CABIN. MID-1800's - DAY
A young COWBOY rides up to a modest log cabin set on a farm. As he climbs down off his horse, geese snap and chickens CACKLE. A WOMAN his mother's age, opens the door, observing him through a shotgun.
MARGARET
What can I do for you?
JAKE
Well, ma'am. I was wondering if you could use
any help around the farm. Mrs. Johnson sent me.
Margaret studies his thin frame and handsome, but pale face.
JAKE
I notice the roof needs mending.
MARGARET
Have you had anything to eat today?
JAKE
No, ma'am. Not yet.
She gestures he enter the cabin.
INT. KITCHEN. CABIN - DAY
Coffee permeates the kitchen and biscuits sit on the center of the table. Jake quickly glances at the cabin's humble surroundings, then stares at a photo.
MARGARET
Sit down.
JAKE
Thank you.
Awkward silences are exchanged between them as Margaret sets a plate of fried chicken, biscuits, and a cup of coffee before him.
Margaret
What's your name, son?
JAKE
Jake Hadden.
Margaret's eyes widen as she stumbles. Jake quickly assists her to a chair.
JAKE
Are your all right, maw?
She gazes at him, questioning how he knew she was his mother, then notices a pendant around his neck.
MARGARET
Paw gave you that pendant, didn't he?
JAKE
Right before he died.
MARGARET
Died?
She turns to hide her tears.
MARGARET
I gave it to him years ago when...
As she sobs, Jake reaches for her hand.
JAKE
Don't cry, maw.
MARGARET
I should never have left you behind, son.
Can you forgive me?
He hugs her reassuringly.
JAKE
I know it wasn't easy.
As they embrace,
JAKE
I love you, maw.
FADE TO BLACK
**written by petra michelle**
http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/
Monday, March 2, 2009
FIDDLE-DEE-DEE
And the winners are:
Scarlett - Angelina Jolie (30%)
Mammy - Queen Latifah (36%)
Julie - Reese Witherspoon (40%)
Ashley - Tie between:
Leslie Howard (30%)
Ashton Kutcher (30%)
Rhett - Tie between:
Rhett Butler (30%)
Josh Brolin (30%)
Thank you for voting!
FADE IN:
INT. MANSION. POST-CIVIL WAR ATLANTA, GEORGIA - DAY
SCARLETT escorts her new SUITOR to the front door of her mansion.
SUITOR
Don't leave me on tender hooks, Scarlett.
SCARLETT
Fiddle-dee-dee! I'll give you my answer tomorrow.
As MAMMY appears,
SCARLETT
Good day, Mr. Finnegan.
Upon Mr. Finnegan's departure,
MAMMY
Julie Marsden is waiting in the drawing room.
SCARLETT
Thank you, Mammy. Oh, bring in tea and biscuits.
INT. DRAWING ROOM - SAME
JULIE is fondly studying Ashley Wilkes' photo. When Scarlett appears, she sets it back in its rightful place.
SCARLETT
(extending her hand)
It's a pleasure meeting you, Miss Marsden.
MISS MARSDEN
Please. Call me, Julie.
SCARLETT
Are you planning to build a home here in Atlanta, Julie?
I'm not ashamed to say I have the finest Georgia pine.
Mammy enters and sets the tray of tea and biscuits down.
JULIE
Frankly, I've come for your advice.
SCARLETT
Advice?
JULIE
What's your secret?
SCARLETT
(perplexed)
Secret?
JULIE
You've been married three times.
(on verge of tears)
Seems, I'll be an old maid.
SCARLETT
Fiddle-dee-dee, Julie.
JULIE
Fiddle-dee-dee? That's the secret?
Before Scarlett replies, ASHLEY WILKES stumbles in.
ASHLEY
There you are, Scarlett. I rushed over to tell you...
He stops abruptly at the sight of Julie.
ASHLEY
Hello.
JULIE
(sensually)
Fiddle-dee-dee.
As she pours herself a cup of tea,
ASHLEY
Let me help you.
Scarlett watches on, aghast.
SCARLETT
(in rapid exchange)
Fiddle-dee-dee.
On cue, Ashley stops pouring to tend to Scarlett.
JULIE
(competetively)
Fiddle-dee-dee, Ashley.
He turns to Julie, smiling.
RHETT BUTLER barges in past Mammy.
RHETT
Scarlett, it's just no good. I can't go on without you.
SCARLETT
Rhett!
As Ashley pats Julie's hand,
SCARLETT
Ashley!
RHETT
Once and for all, Scarlett, make up your mind!
SCARLETT
And spoil the fun?
RHETT
(frustrated, turns to Mammy)
Fiddle-dee-dee, Mammy!
MAMMY
(blushing)
Lordy, Mr. Rhett. You is bad!
FADE TO BLACK
HOW MANY REFERENCES TO "GONE WITH THE WIND" HAVE YOU FOUND?
Ten or less? Ten or more?
**written by petra michelle**
http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/
Scarlett - Angelina Jolie (30%)
Mammy - Queen Latifah (36%)
Julie - Reese Witherspoon (40%)
Ashley - Tie between:
Leslie Howard (30%)
Ashton Kutcher (30%)
Rhett - Tie between:
Rhett Butler (30%)
Josh Brolin (30%)
Thank you for voting!
FADE IN:
INT. MANSION. POST-CIVIL WAR ATLANTA, GEORGIA - DAY
SCARLETT escorts her new SUITOR to the front door of her mansion.
SUITOR
Don't leave me on tender hooks, Scarlett.
SCARLETT
Fiddle-dee-dee! I'll give you my answer tomorrow.
As MAMMY appears,
SCARLETT
Good day, Mr. Finnegan.
Upon Mr. Finnegan's departure,
MAMMY
Julie Marsden is waiting in the drawing room.
SCARLETT
Thank you, Mammy. Oh, bring in tea and biscuits.
INT. DRAWING ROOM - SAME
JULIE is fondly studying Ashley Wilkes' photo. When Scarlett appears, she sets it back in its rightful place.
SCARLETT
(extending her hand)
It's a pleasure meeting you, Miss Marsden.
MISS MARSDEN
Please. Call me, Julie.
SCARLETT
Are you planning to build a home here in Atlanta, Julie?
I'm not ashamed to say I have the finest Georgia pine.
Mammy enters and sets the tray of tea and biscuits down.
JULIE
Frankly, I've come for your advice.
SCARLETT
Advice?
JULIE
What's your secret?
SCARLETT
(perplexed)
Secret?
JULIE
You've been married three times.
(on verge of tears)
Seems, I'll be an old maid.
SCARLETT
Fiddle-dee-dee, Julie.
JULIE
Fiddle-dee-dee? That's the secret?
Before Scarlett replies, ASHLEY WILKES stumbles in.
ASHLEY
There you are, Scarlett. I rushed over to tell you...
He stops abruptly at the sight of Julie.
ASHLEY
Hello.
JULIE
(sensually)
Fiddle-dee-dee.
As she pours herself a cup of tea,
ASHLEY
Let me help you.
Scarlett watches on, aghast.
SCARLETT
(in rapid exchange)
Fiddle-dee-dee.
On cue, Ashley stops pouring to tend to Scarlett.
JULIE
(competetively)
Fiddle-dee-dee, Ashley.
He turns to Julie, smiling.
RHETT BUTLER barges in past Mammy.
RHETT
Scarlett, it's just no good. I can't go on without you.
SCARLETT
Rhett!
As Ashley pats Julie's hand,
SCARLETT
Ashley!
RHETT
Once and for all, Scarlett, make up your mind!
SCARLETT
And spoil the fun?
RHETT
(frustrated, turns to Mammy)
Fiddle-dee-dee, Mammy!
MAMMY
(blushing)
Lordy, Mr. Rhett. You is bad!
FADE TO BLACK
HOW MANY REFERENCES TO "GONE WITH THE WIND" HAVE YOU FOUND?
Ten or less? Ten or more?
**written by petra michelle**
http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/
Monday, February 23, 2009
Rerun of Z is for Zorro? - thru March 2 (My Apology - Playing Catch-Up!)
And the winners are:
Zorro - Antonio Banderas (37%)
Lolita - Three-way tie between:
Catherine-Zeta Jones (25%)
Uma Thurman (25%)
Penelope Cruz (25%)
Fray Felipe - Paul Giamatti (57%)
Thank you for voting!
FADE IN:
EXT. VILLAGE. 1820's LOS ANGELES - DAY
A crowd of PEONS watch SOLDIERS posting a DEAD OR ALIVE Bulletin for the capture of Zorro. Suddenly, a galloping horse flies into the crowd. ZORRO marks his signature Z into the side of the building. Galloping from the opposite direction, another Zorro appears, carving a Z adjacent to the first.
Perplexed, peons and soldiers surround the dismounted Zorros who study one another suspiciously, hands on the hilt of their swords.
Zorro
En garde!
The two dual like devils; each lunging, retreating, circling, lunging, retreating, interminably. Peons are taking a siesta; soldiers are resting against the side of the building; the two Zorros clinging to one another in exhaustion.
FRAY FELIPE appears. As Zorro turns to him, his hat falls releasing locks of long, glistening hair; perspiration clinging to and outlining a sultry, feminine body.
Zorro
Lolita?
Lolita drops her sword then sensually straightens her hair.
LOLITA
Ah, exhilerating!
(amused)
Not Lolita, but Z!
Peons stir; soldiers scratch their heads. Smiling seductively, she steps closely towards Zorro. She caresses his face then rips off his mask, revealing Zorro's true identity.
FRAY FELIPE
Diego?
LOLITA
Yes, it is Diego!
DIEGO
Why Lolita? Why would you do this to me?
LOLITA
Because I'm the true Zorro! Tell them!
Diego studies the questioning crowd.
DIEGO
(with bowed head)
Yes. It is true.
LOLITA
Ha ha ha! No one can defeat Z!
Another Zorro appears, gallops passed Lolita, and scoops her up onto his horse. They disappear into the sunset.
DIEGO
Z is for Zorro?
FADE TO BLACK
**written by petra michelle**
http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/
Zorro - Antonio Banderas (37%)
Lolita - Three-way tie between:
Catherine-Zeta Jones (25%)
Uma Thurman (25%)
Penelope Cruz (25%)
Fray Felipe - Paul Giamatti (57%)
Thank you for voting!
FADE IN:
EXT. VILLAGE. 1820's LOS ANGELES - DAY
A crowd of PEONS watch SOLDIERS posting a DEAD OR ALIVE Bulletin for the capture of Zorro. Suddenly, a galloping horse flies into the crowd. ZORRO marks his signature Z into the side of the building. Galloping from the opposite direction, another Zorro appears, carving a Z adjacent to the first.
Perplexed, peons and soldiers surround the dismounted Zorros who study one another suspiciously, hands on the hilt of their swords.
Zorro
En garde!
The two dual like devils; each lunging, retreating, circling, lunging, retreating, interminably. Peons are taking a siesta; soldiers are resting against the side of the building; the two Zorros clinging to one another in exhaustion.
FRAY FELIPE appears. As Zorro turns to him, his hat falls releasing locks of long, glistening hair; perspiration clinging to and outlining a sultry, feminine body.
Zorro
Lolita?
Lolita drops her sword then sensually straightens her hair.
LOLITA
Ah, exhilerating!
(amused)
Not Lolita, but Z!
Peons stir; soldiers scratch their heads. Smiling seductively, she steps closely towards Zorro. She caresses his face then rips off his mask, revealing Zorro's true identity.
FRAY FELIPE
Diego?
LOLITA
Yes, it is Diego!
DIEGO
Why Lolita? Why would you do this to me?
LOLITA
Because I'm the true Zorro! Tell them!
Diego studies the questioning crowd.
DIEGO
(with bowed head)
Yes. It is true.
LOLITA
Ha ha ha! No one can defeat Z!
Another Zorro appears, gallops passed Lolita, and scoops her up onto his horse. They disappear into the sunset.
DIEGO
Z is for Zorro?
FADE TO BLACK
**written by petra michelle**
http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/
Monday, February 16, 2009
The Telephone Number
FADE IN:
INT. BEDROOM. APARTMENT - NIGHT
MIKE frantically fingers the contents of his wallet.
MIKE
Where is that card? I finally have the
courage to call her and I can't find it!
He holds his wallet upside down, watching the waterfall of its contents cascade to his unmade bed.
MIKE
It was blue!
For the next half hour he inspects each item, discarding the unnecessary. Still, no blue business card. Despondent, he falls onto his bed; the loss of the card summing up his chaotic life.
MIKE
Think, Mike. Think.
He closes his eyes and concentrates. The first three numbers leap before him as he'd studied her number countless times. But the last four. Just as a child repeats the alphabet to reach that elusive letter, so he tried with numbers.
MIKE
One, two, three... It's three!
He scrambles for a notepad and proceeds until seven digits stare back at him; the telephone number he swore he had all along. His digital clock blares eleven o'clock.
MIKE
It's now or never!
As he dials, he visualizes the tall, slender blonde in her red, slinky dress flirting over a Martini.
MIKE
But I'm not in her league.
As the phone rings, he reminds himself that he wasn't bad looking, and how often he was told the glasses made him look like Clark Kent.
MIKE
Yeah, just as clumsy, too.
(a woman answers)
Oh, hello?
WOMAN (OFFSCREEN)
Hello?
MIKE
Mary?
MARY (OS)
Yes?
MIKE
Um. This is Mike. You may not remember
me since it's been...
MARY (OS)
(surprised)
I didn't think you'd ever call.
MIKE
(soaring)
Would you like to go out for dinner?
You would? I mean, Saturday? Seven thirty?
Sure, I know where it is. See you then, Mary.
Good night, Mary.
Mike dances around his bed, then collapses onto it, grinning.
A WEEK LATER
Mike rushes haphazardly, changing his Hanes underwear at least a dozen times. He would be late if he didn't step up his already frenetic pace.
INT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT
Mike follows the maitre d' who escorts him to a cozy table in the dimly lit corner at which sits a lovely, bespectacled woman.
MARY
(adjusting her glasses)
Mike?
MIKE
(mimicking her)
Mary?
As the excitement and anticipation hisses from his ego, Mary grins at him.
MARY
(gaily)
This is quite amusing.
As Mike looks at her, sheepishly,
MARY
(encouraging)
Obviously, there's been a little mistake,
but it doesn't mean we can't make the
best of it. What do you think?
MIKE
(grinning)
Sure.
After ordering a round of wine, he shares what had happened. Mary's LAUGHTER is contagious. The hours fly by. When they realize they're the last couple in the restaurant, they exchange awkward silences.
MIKE
Mary, I'd love to see you again.
MARY
So would I, Mike. But under one
condition.
MIKE
Which is?
MARY
(smiling)
You give me your telephone number.
MIKE
Agreed.
INT./EXT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT
As they walk into the brisk night, Mary's hair bounces in sync with Mike's newfound spring in his step.
MIKE
Am I glad I lost that business card!
FADE TO BLACK
**written by petra michelle**
http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/
INT. BEDROOM. APARTMENT - NIGHT
MIKE frantically fingers the contents of his wallet.
MIKE
Where is that card? I finally have the
courage to call her and I can't find it!
He holds his wallet upside down, watching the waterfall of its contents cascade to his unmade bed.
MIKE
It was blue!
For the next half hour he inspects each item, discarding the unnecessary. Still, no blue business card. Despondent, he falls onto his bed; the loss of the card summing up his chaotic life.
MIKE
Think, Mike. Think.
He closes his eyes and concentrates. The first three numbers leap before him as he'd studied her number countless times. But the last four. Just as a child repeats the alphabet to reach that elusive letter, so he tried with numbers.
MIKE
One, two, three... It's three!
He scrambles for a notepad and proceeds until seven digits stare back at him; the telephone number he swore he had all along. His digital clock blares eleven o'clock.
MIKE
It's now or never!
As he dials, he visualizes the tall, slender blonde in her red, slinky dress flirting over a Martini.
MIKE
But I'm not in her league.
As the phone rings, he reminds himself that he wasn't bad looking, and how often he was told the glasses made him look like Clark Kent.
MIKE
Yeah, just as clumsy, too.
(a woman answers)
Oh, hello?
WOMAN (OFFSCREEN)
Hello?
MIKE
Mary?
MARY (OS)
Yes?
MIKE
Um. This is Mike. You may not remember
me since it's been...
MARY (OS)
(surprised)
I didn't think you'd ever call.
MIKE
(soaring)
Would you like to go out for dinner?
You would? I mean, Saturday? Seven thirty?
Sure, I know where it is. See you then, Mary.
Good night, Mary.
Mike dances around his bed, then collapses onto it, grinning.
A WEEK LATER
Mike rushes haphazardly, changing his Hanes underwear at least a dozen times. He would be late if he didn't step up his already frenetic pace.
INT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT
Mike follows the maitre d' who escorts him to a cozy table in the dimly lit corner at which sits a lovely, bespectacled woman.
MARY
(adjusting her glasses)
Mike?
MIKE
(mimicking her)
Mary?
As the excitement and anticipation hisses from his ego, Mary grins at him.
MARY
(gaily)
This is quite amusing.
As Mike looks at her, sheepishly,
MARY
(encouraging)
Obviously, there's been a little mistake,
but it doesn't mean we can't make the
best of it. What do you think?
MIKE
(grinning)
Sure.
After ordering a round of wine, he shares what had happened. Mary's LAUGHTER is contagious. The hours fly by. When they realize they're the last couple in the restaurant, they exchange awkward silences.
MIKE
Mary, I'd love to see you again.
MARY
So would I, Mike. But under one
condition.
MIKE
Which is?
MARY
(smiling)
You give me your telephone number.
MIKE
Agreed.
INT./EXT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT
As they walk into the brisk night, Mary's hair bounces in sync with Mike's newfound spring in his step.
MIKE
Am I glad I lost that business card!
FADE TO BLACK
**written by petra michelle**
http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Message in a Bottle
And the winners are:
KATHLEEN - Tie between Kate Winslet & Andie MacDowell (30%)
JAKE - Tie between Hugh Grant, Edward Burns, Jude Law (20%)
Thank you for voting!
FADE IN:
EXT. OCEAN SHORELINE - DAY
Bundled up, carrying a bottle containing a message, a twenty-year old WOMAN throws it into the ocean.
YEARS LATER
EXT. OCEAN SHORELINE. BRITAIN - DAY
Two MEN are walking along a windy, cold beach. A bottle protrudes from the sand, grabbing their attention.
JAKE
Hmmm.
Bending to pick it up, he examines it.
JAKE
There's a message.
Plucking its contents, he unfolds what appears to be a letter. His friend picks up an accompanying photograph which falls to the sand.
INSERT MESSAGE
Today is Valentine's Day in Cape Cod, Massachusetts. I believe in destiny, and so, I'm throwing caution and my heart to the wind and will wait for the man who holds this message in his hands. My name is Kathleen Donovan. I'm 20 and have enclosed a photograph. I will be waiting for you. Kathleen
BACK TO SCENE
As he studies the photograph,
JAKE
She's lovely.
FRIEND
(in Scottish brogue)
And probably weird or daft with five kids.
JAKE
I dunno. The date reads October 14, 2001.
FRIEND
Which would make her...
JAKE
Twenty eight.
FRIEND
C'mon, Jake. Toss it back.
JAKE
She's waited eight years.
FRIEND
So, what's it to you?
JAKE
I dunno.
INT. HOME. CAPE COD - NIGHT
KATHLEEN is listening to light music while clearing dinner dishes from the dining room table. There's a KNOCK on her door.
She straightens her loosely bound hair and shrugs off noted splashes of paint on her sweatshirt and jeans. When she opens the door, Jake stands before her in anticipation, holding a package, then smiles.
JAKE
Kathleen?
She nods, smiling, knowing instantly it was the man she had been waiting for for eight long years. Gently,
KATHLEEN
Come in.
Jake doesn't say a word as he excitedly observes the freshly painted canvases.
JAKE
Are they yours?
Kathleen nods.
JAKE
I have something which belongs to you.
May I?
Wiping away tears of elation, Kathleen watches him as he walks to the dining room table and opens the package containing the bottle. As he hands it to her,
JAKE
There's a message in it.
Affectionately glancing at him, she carefully removes it.
INSERT MESSAGE
I'm following my heart and it goes to Kathleen.
BACK TO SCENE
JAKE
You see, I believe in destiny too.
As she falls into his arms,
JAKE
Happy Valentine's Day, Kathleen.
FADE TO BLACK
**written by petra michelle**
http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/
KATHLEEN - Tie between Kate Winslet & Andie MacDowell (30%)
JAKE - Tie between Hugh Grant, Edward Burns, Jude Law (20%)
Thank you for voting!
FADE IN:
EXT. OCEAN SHORELINE - DAY
Bundled up, carrying a bottle containing a message, a twenty-year old WOMAN throws it into the ocean.
YEARS LATER
EXT. OCEAN SHORELINE. BRITAIN - DAY
Two MEN are walking along a windy, cold beach. A bottle protrudes from the sand, grabbing their attention.
JAKE
Hmmm.
Bending to pick it up, he examines it.
JAKE
There's a message.
Plucking its contents, he unfolds what appears to be a letter. His friend picks up an accompanying photograph which falls to the sand.
INSERT MESSAGE
Today is Valentine's Day in Cape Cod, Massachusetts. I believe in destiny, and so, I'm throwing caution and my heart to the wind and will wait for the man who holds this message in his hands. My name is Kathleen Donovan. I'm 20 and have enclosed a photograph. I will be waiting for you. Kathleen
BACK TO SCENE
As he studies the photograph,
JAKE
She's lovely.
FRIEND
(in Scottish brogue)
And probably weird or daft with five kids.
JAKE
I dunno. The date reads October 14, 2001.
FRIEND
Which would make her...
JAKE
Twenty eight.
FRIEND
C'mon, Jake. Toss it back.
JAKE
She's waited eight years.
FRIEND
So, what's it to you?
JAKE
I dunno.
INT. HOME. CAPE COD - NIGHT
KATHLEEN is listening to light music while clearing dinner dishes from the dining room table. There's a KNOCK on her door.
She straightens her loosely bound hair and shrugs off noted splashes of paint on her sweatshirt and jeans. When she opens the door, Jake stands before her in anticipation, holding a package, then smiles.
JAKE
Kathleen?
She nods, smiling, knowing instantly it was the man she had been waiting for for eight long years. Gently,
KATHLEEN
Come in.
Jake doesn't say a word as he excitedly observes the freshly painted canvases.
JAKE
Are they yours?
Kathleen nods.
JAKE
I have something which belongs to you.
May I?
Wiping away tears of elation, Kathleen watches him as he walks to the dining room table and opens the package containing the bottle. As he hands it to her,
JAKE
There's a message in it.
Affectionately glancing at him, she carefully removes it.
INSERT MESSAGE
I'm following my heart and it goes to Kathleen.
BACK TO SCENE
JAKE
You see, I believe in destiny too.
As she falls into his arms,
JAKE
Happy Valentine's Day, Kathleen.
FADE TO BLACK
**written by petra michelle**
http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/
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