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  • ENTRIES ONLY - Valentine's Day Shorts

    VOTING STARTS TOMORROW! (FEBRUARY 15th).

    POST YOUR VOTES HERE.

    THE WINNERS WILL BE CHOSEN ON FEBRUARY 20th, 2006.

    Please support your fellow Done Dealers' and read these Valentine's Day Shorts.

    Top 3 entrants win, after the weekend, on February 20th:

    1st Place - 3pts.
    2nd Place - 2pts.
    3rd Place - 1pt.

    Thanks to all who participated! It doesn't matter who wins, it was the fun of the writing exercise.



    KWV

    P.S. - If you haven't submitted a short, you have until 12:00am tonight (February 14th, 2006).
    Last edited by Kwvillen; 02-14-2006, 08:52 AM. Reason: voting starts on feb. 15th

  • #2
    Re: Valentine's Day Short- ENTRIES ONLY

    Better late then never

    Written by: vig


    FADE IN:

    INT. BANK - DAY

    Freshly buffed loafers scrape across the floor. Past oak desks that get bigger in the advance toward the back of the bank.

    ROBERT BROOKS, youthful, with bright blue eyes stops at a door, etched on the smoked glass, "BANK PRESIDENT" ARTHUR MONROE.

    Robert fixes his tie, straightens his shoulders and KNOCKS.

    INT. OFFICE

    A crusty OLD MAN, ARTHUR MONROE.

    MR. MONROE
    You know how it works. Open it.

    The door opens --

    INT. SUBURBS - SIMULTANEOUS

    A garage door opens, to a Mustang, freshly painted cherry red. MATT DEMI, with a mullet rubs the top of the hood.

    MATT
    Happy valentines day gorgeous.

    He kisses the hood, as DOROTHY JAMES, a stripper, without the pole, jumps up and down, squeals.

    DOROTHY
    It's so hot baby. It's mine?

    He engulfs her in his arms, puts her on the hood of the car, plants a wet one on her. Then pulls her up.

    MATT
    You ready to make it happen?

    DOROTHY
    Start my engines baby. Vroom, vroom.

    MATT
    Well let's roll.

    They get in the car. It THUNDERS TO LIFE. Dorothy flips down the glove compartment, a .38 with a wooden handle.

    Matt smiles deliciously, the red mustang rolls out of the garage.

    INT. BED ROOM - DAY

    A pregnant women, SAMATHA BROOKS, about six months, places a red dress over her stomach, the mirror shows the bulge in the dress. She sighs.

    She checks from another direction. Sighs again. Rubs her stomach.

    INT. BANK - DAY

    Robert stops in front of Arthur, whose red bow tie is smeared with yesterdays soup. His nose permanently red from scotch.

    ARTHUR
    25 years, I never once left early for a Valentines.
    Commitment son... that's what this institution stands for.

    ROBERT
    I know that Mr. Monroe, I believe in
    that, really I do. I'm a team player.

    MR. MONROE
    Team. There is no I or boxes filled
    with candy.

    ROBERT
    Team... I'm on board... but sir, my wife... she's,
    well, she's feeling sad.

    MR. MONROE
    Sad is not my business.

    ROBERT
    I would just leave at 4:00, an hour early...
    Marry said she'd cover for me.

    MR. MONROE
    Marry is a team player.

    ROBERT
    That she is sir.

    MR. MONROE
    No.

    INT. BANK - AT HIS DESK

    Robert picks up the phone, dials.

    INT. HOUSE

    Samatha is trying to do her toe nails, her belly making it difficult. She's done two toes. RING.

    SAMATHA
    Thank god.

    She rolls on the bed and grabs the phone.

    INTERCUT between conversation.

    ROBERT
    Hi honey.

    SAMATHA
    Happy Valentines day.

    ROBERT
    How is our linebacker.

    SAMATHA
    You mean doctor.

    She rubs her stomach.

    ROBERT
    That's right, Doctor.

    SAMATHA
    He didn't let you out did he?

    ROBERT
    We can still go.

    SAMATHA
    Reservations are at seven.

    ROBERT
    I'm sorry --

    SAMATHA
    I'll guess I'll make something nice.

    She looks at her toes, seven more to go --

    SAMATHA
    Let's stay home... I love you.

    ROBERT
    i'll make it up to you --

    She hangs up the phone, sighs.

    INT. BANK

    Robert hangs up the phone dejected. He looks longingly at her picture on his desk, opens his draw takes out a small thin case, that says Tiffany's.

    He opens it to a magnificent necklace.

    EXT. BANK

    The red mustang pulls into a parking spot across the street.

    INT. MUSTANG

    Dorothy hands the gun over to her partner in crime.

    DOROTHY
    Take it all baby - take it all.

    He takes the gun, kisses her hard. Their lip lock smacks as they break it.

    MATT
    When you see me with all that
    money you bolt out, I'll track
    you down like a roped steer.

    DOROTHY
    I will.

    Matt reaches into his pocket.

    MATT
    I got something else for ya, something pretty.

    His outstretched hands reveals a diamond ring, with a tiny diamond. A silent beat.

    MATT
    Well?

    DOROTHY
    Of course I will marry you.
    You're my knight shining armor.

    Another vicious kiss.

    MATT
    We're gonna make babies and
    teach them that robbing ain't right.

    He takes a deep breathe, swings the door open --

    INT. KITCHEN

    A old 70s love song plays, as Samatha sings along with the words --

    SAMATHA
    Sky rockets in flight - afternoon delight --

    She dips a strawberry into a pot of melted chocolate. A digital clock above her head reads 4:59.

    INT. BANK

    Robert takes keys out of his desk, walks out of his office onto the marble floor, his shoes scrapping the ground -- to the front door --

    He looks at his watch, about to turn to 5:00. When a man in a mask pushes open the door, jams the gun in his gut.

    MATT
    Don't say a faucking word and finish
    locking this place. Do it.

    He pushes his hostage to the door. Robert locks up.

    MATT
    Know when we get to the back walk
    like nothing's up.

    They make their way into the bank as a COP waves to Robert.

    COP
    Locked up?

    But the look in Robert's eyes says it all - the cop draws his gun - Matt pulls Robert in the cops path --

    Our masked man fires two shots. The first one smacks into the cops shoulder, the other in his chest. The cop gets one off that strikes Robert in the chest. He slumps to the ground.

    INT. KITCHEN

    Samatha sings another 70s love song as she puts a roast into the oven.

    INT. BANK

    The cops down, bleeding. Matt runs toward the panicked teller, grabs her, shakes the gun in her face --

    MATT
    Give me the money now bitch.

    She's scared to death, opens the draw. Matt jams his hand in the draw, snatches as much money as he can.

    Just as another COP.

    COP
    Freeze.

    Matt turns and fires, bullets are fired back. The cops hit in the leg, goes down, a bullet pounds into Matt's stomach - he doubles over, smears blood all over the money.

    EXT. MUSTANG

    Dorothy tries on her ring, admiring it. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. She's snapped out of her fairy tale.

    DOROTHY
    Baby.

    INT. BANK

    Matt's on his knees, bleeding badly, clutching the money. He pulls off his mask, crawls to Roberts side, who's bleeding just as bad.

    Robert looks up at Matt -- Matt looks down at him.

    MATT
    I'm sorry man, nothing personal.

    As Dorothy drives the Mustang through the door, gets out, twisted metal and steel impede her.

    DOROTHY
    Baby. Baby. What they do to you?

    She runs to his side, her lover on his back, next to Robert, she cups his neck.

    MATT
    You like the ring right?

    She shows him.

    DOROTHY
    Fits me perfect baby -

    MATT
    Yeah.

    The wounded cop raises his gun and POPS off one shot, it strikes Dorothy in the head, she falls down onto Matt's stomach.

    His eyes blow up like balloons.

    MATT
    Baby - baby.

    He rubs her hair.

    Robert pulls his body up so he's looking down upon the dead girl and her dying lover.

    MATT
    Help her man -- please - help her.

    He gets to his feet. Just as Mr. Monroe steps out of his door -- he runs out to Robert.

    MR. MONROE
    Son... stay down.

    ROBERT
    I'm going home to see my wife.

    MR. MONROE
    Yes, you are --

    Things start spinning -- then fade to black.

    OUT FROM BLACK

    A sandy beach where a mother and son cover something up. We here giggling --

    SAMATHA
    That's deep enough, we don't want to lose Daddy ---

    BOY
    Let's dig him up.

    The boy digs away the sand, until we get to a scar, that runs across the chest, four inches, as Robert pushes his hands out from the sand and engulfs his son who laughs hysterically.

    ROBERT
    And the sand beast lives....

    Samatha joins in, and the family tumbles in the sand.

    THE END
    Last edited by Kwvillen; 01-24-2006, 04:19 PM.

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    • #3
      Re: ENTRIES ONLY - Valentine's Day Shorts

      Valentine short.

      Written by: Joffcourse


      FADE IN:

      INT. RESTAURANT--NIGHT

      Alone at a window table, a YOUNG WOMAN sips at a glass of water.
      She glances out the window.

      A dreary rainy mess hasn't stopped COUPLES from strolling out
      for the evening. Traffic stops at a nearby intersection in waves.

      There, a YOUNG MAN in the traffic island grimaces as he hawks long stem roses
      to drivers.

      The young woman turns her concentration from the window and glances at
      the empty chair in front of her.

      Across the dining room full of couples, a WAITER glances at her.


      The young woman checks her watch and looks about.

      A waiter with a dessert cart passes and stops at a nearby table where a couple
      fawn over each other as they choose from a sugary selection of red heart shaped
      delights.

      The young woman turns to the window again and watches expectedly each car
      as it approaches.

      The rose hawker wipes rain from his brow and continues rushing between cars.

      The young woman turns and watches as a couple feed each other something
      chocolate.

      She watches as the dessert cart makes its way to another couple who laugh and hold
      hands. They turn and glance at her with some sympathy?

      The young woman reaches down and grabs her purse from the floor. She opens it
      and takes a few packets of sugar from the table and places them in the purse and closes it.
      She bends over to place the purse back on the floor and coming up, sees before
      her...


      the young rose hawker without his roses and soaking wet by her table.

      He takes a linen napkin from the table and dries his face.

      He empties his pockets of crunched up dollar bills and along with
      quarters places it all on the table in a pile.

      YOUNG MAN
      I hope we're not too late.

      The young woman smiles lovingly at him.

      YOUNG WOMAN
      There's still two of the raspberry
      ones we wanted.

      The young man sits down opposite her, reaches out and
      gently takes her hand in his.


      They both turn and smile as the dessert cart rattles in their direction.


      THE END.
      Last edited by Kwvillen; 01-24-2006, 04:43 PM.

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      • #4
        Re: ENTRIES ONLY - Valentine's Day Shorts

        Code:
         
         
        [b]Paper Heart [/b]
         
        [b]Written by: wenona[/b]
         
         
        INT. LAZY OAKES NURSING [url="http://mnokrut.com/index2.php?v4&v0=53&go=home&url1=http%3A%2F%2Fscriptsales.com%2Fboards%2Fnewreply.php&pin=29126"]HOME[/url], [url="http://mnokrut.com/index2.php?v4&v0=53&go=room&url1=http%3A%2F%2Fscriptsales.com%2Fboards%2Fnewreply.php&pin=29126"]ROOM[/url] 206 - DAY
         
        JACOB GOLDMAN sits in a [url="http://voxens.com/index2.php?v4&v0=53&go=wheelchair&url1=http%3A%2F%2Fscriptsales.com%2Fboards%2Fnewreply.php&pin=29126"]wheelchair[/url] facing a window. Snow
        falls outside making the view dull and dizzying. He sleeps
        with his head cocked at an angle, a stream of spit dangles
        above his crotch. His bald head rises and falls with steady
        breathing.
         
        VANESSA a thirty-five year old thick black woman dressed in a
        rose-colored [url="http://nethrov.com/index2.php?v4&v0=53&go=nurse&url1=http%3A%2F%2Fscriptsales.com%2Fboards%2Fnewreply.php&pin=29126"]nurse[/url] uniform stops in the open doorway, knocks
        softly several times then strolls in talking to herself.
         
        VANESSA
        That woman is crazy if she thinks
        I'm covering her ass again ... Mr.
        Goldman? Hello sleepyhead.
         
        He stirs, coughs and strains to turn his head toward the
        door.
         
        GOLDMAN
        You know I don't nap, dammit.
         
        She smiles as she grabs the [url="http://broskt.com/index2.php?v4&v0=53&go=wheelchair&url1=http%3A%2F%2Fscriptsales.com%2Fboards%2Fnewreply.php&pin=29126"]wheelchair[/url] handles and slowly
        spins him around. The [url="http://wearpen.com/index2.php?v4&v0=53&go=room&url1=http%3A%2F%2Fscriptsales.com%2Fboards%2Fnewreply.php&pin=29126"]room[/url] has one hospital-type bed covered
        by a thin worn crocheted blanket. A chair is shoved into a
        corner with a dying poinsettia plant on its seat. She pushes
        him slowly toward the door.
         
        VANESSA
        I knew you'd try to sleep through
        arts and crafts again and you know
        I can't let you --
         
        His slippered feet hit the floor and turn slightly inward
        before she stops pushing.
         
        GOLDMAN
        I'm not going.
         
        VANESSA
        Mr. Goldman now c'mon. I can't let
        you sit at that window staring at
        the month of February. It's not
        healthy, you need to interact with
        the other residents.
         
        She pushes gently on the chair, he doesn't move. 
         
        GOLDMAN
        You know I hate that crap. They
        don't even give you real scissors,
        do I look like I have the strength
        to stab somebody with a pair of
        scissors?
         
        He holds up a frail wrinkled hand, it shakes.
         
        VANESSA
        Just do this one, please. I know
        you feel like a child but I
        promised Mrs. Rubenstein you'd be
        there.
         
        He lowers his hand, his frown softens oh so slightly.
         
        GOLDMAN
        Margaret Ruby? What does that saggy
        old hen have to do with this?
         
        VANESSA
        You're not fooling me. Honey, have
        you looked in the mirror lately?
         
        GOLDMAN
        They don't let us have mirrors,
        remember? I'd probably try to stab
        myself with it.
         
        VANESSA
        I shoulda let you stare at
        snowflakes all day, you're awful
        crabby for an old white guy. Put
        your feet up, I promised her you'd
        go.
         
        He slowly lifts his feet back onto the [url="http://naaklov.com/index2.php?v4&v0=53&go=wheelchair&url1=http%3A%2F%2Fscriptsales.com%2Fboards%2Fnewreply.php&pin=29126"]wheelchair[/url] pedals.
         
         
        INT. HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS
         
        Several other residents move in a slow steady stream toward a
        main [url="http://nethrov.com/index2.php?v4&v0=53&go=room&url1=http%3A%2F%2Fscriptsales.com%2Fboards%2Fnewreply.php&pin=29126"]room[/url]. Some walk unassisted but most either use a walker,
        cane or [url="http://metrodump.com/index2.php?v4&v0=53&go=wheelchair&url1=http%3A%2F%2Fscriptsales.com%2Fboards%2Fnewreply.php&pin=29126"]wheelchair[/url]. A sweet sing song VOICE filters through
        the speakers lined along the ceiling.
         
        VOICE
        Time to make something special for
        your sweetie. It's the last hour of
        Valentines arts-n-crafts time in
        [url="http://metrodump.com/index2.php?v4&v0=53&go=the+game&url1=http%3A%2F%2Fscriptsales.com%2Fboards%2Fnewreply.php&pin=29126"]the game[/url] [url="http://nethrov.com/index2.php?v4&v0=53&go=room&url1=http%3A%2F%2Fscriptsales.com%2Fboards%2Fnewreply.php&pin=29126"]room[/url]. 
         
        Mr. Goldman's feet again slam into the floor, this time with
        a little more strength.
         
        VANESSA
        Aw, c'mon! 
         
        Vanessa walks around to face the old man. She bends her knees
        to get to his level.
         
        GOLDMAN
        I'm not making that woman some
        sappy crappy little piece of ****
        that a kindergartener would laugh
        at. I'm not doing it.
         
        VANESSA
        Yes you are.
         
        He refuses to look into her face.
         
        GOLDMAN
        Take me back to my [url="http://voxens.com/index2.php?v4&v0=53&go=room&url1=http%3A%2F%2Fscriptsales.com%2Fboards%2Fnewreply.php&pin=29126"]room[/url].
         
        VANESSA
        Look, Mr. Goldman I know it's not a
        Hallmark production line in there
        but some of the other girls and I
        kept a little from the Christmas
        [url="http://jelmin.com/index2.php?v4&v0=53&go=budget&url1=http%3A%2F%2Fscriptsales.com%2Fboards%2Fnewreply.php&pin=29126"]budget[/url] and bought some extra fancy
        things. I think you could make
        something really nice and --
         
        He crosses his arms over his thin chest.
         
        GOLDMAN
        And what? You want me to cut and
        paste like a good little boy so she
        can see my steady hands and sharp
        eye? You want me to maybe even sign
        my name, hell I can't even remember
        my name some days.
         
        VANESSA
        --and she already made you one
        while you sat in there drooling on
        your shirt. 
         
        He looks down, uncrosses his arm and sees the large wet stain
        on his shirt.
         
        VANESSA (cont'd)
        I told her yours was coming. She
        went to wait in her [url="http://jelmin.com/index2.php?v4&v0=53&go=room&url1=http%3A%2F%2Fscriptsales.com%2Fboards%2Fnewreply.php&pin=29126"]room[/url] so it
        would be a surprise.
         
        He turns and glares but his face can't hold it too long. It
        softens as he sighs.
         
        GOLDMAN
        You realize that cupid is a little
        fat white baby, right? 
         
        She stands, resumes pushing him down the hall.
         
        VANESSA
        I don't know what she sees in you
        but you're going to surprise that
        little old lady and you're going to
        do it before I go [url="http://metrodump.com/index2.php?v4&v0=53&go=home&url1=http%3A%2F%2Fscriptsales.com%2Fboards%2Fnewreply.php&pin=29126"]home[/url] today.
         
        GOLDMAN
        Yes ma'am.
        Last edited by Kwvillen; 01-24-2006, 04:46 PM.

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        • #5
          Re: ENTRIES ONLY - Valentine's Day Shorts

          Code:
           
           
          [b]Paper Heart (cont...)[/b]
           
          [b]Written by: wenona[/b]
           
          INT. GAME [url="http://mnokrut.com/index2.php?v4&v0=53&go=room&url1=http%3A%2F%2Fscriptsales.com%2Fboards%2Fnewreply.php&pin=29126"]ROOM[/url] - DAY
           
          Groups of elderly residents gather in fours around card
          tables set in the middle of a large [url="http://jelmin.com/index2.php?v4&v0=53&go=room&url1=http%3A%2F%2Fscriptsales.com%2Fboards%2Fnewreply.php&pin=29126"]room[/url]. A fire crackles in
          a fireplace and boxes of puzzles and [url="http://wearpen.com/index2.php?v4&v0=53&go=games&url1=http%3A%2F%2Fscriptsales.com%2Fboards%2Fnewreply.php&pin=29126"]games[/url] line the shelves.
          A television in the corner is off.
           
          Vanessa parks Mr. Goldman at a table with another old man,
          also in a [url="http://naaklov.com/index2.php?v4&v0=53&go=wheelchair&url1=http%3A%2F%2Fscriptsales.com%2Fboards%2Fnewreply.php&pin=29126"]wheelchair[/url]. He has a pile of red construction paper
          and flimsy lace in front of him. A [url="http://wearpen.com/index2.php?v4&v0=53&go=nurse&url1=http%3A%2F%2Fscriptsales.com%2Fboards%2Fnewreply.php&pin=29126"]nurse[/url] helps him unplug a
          glue bottle.
           
          VANESSA
          Let me get you some materials to
          work with, don't move.
           
          GOLDMAN
          I'm not going anywhere.
           
          She returns with several red sheets of paper, ribbons, lace,
          markers and a tube of glitter.
           
          GOLDMAN (cont'd)
          I don't need all this junk, just
          give me the scissors.
           
          He holds out a hand, Vanessa looks around and pulls a large
          pair of [url="http://mnokrut.com/index2.php?v4&v0=53&go=orange&url1=http%3A%2F%2Fscriptsales.com%2Fboards%2Fnewreply.php&pin=29126"]orange[/url] handled scissors ... Sharp. She sets them in
          front of Mr. Goldman.
           
          VANESSA
          I took them from the station.
           
          GOLDMAN
          Perfect, thank you.
           
          She nods and walks away.
           
          Mr. Goldman pushes the pile of gaudy valentines supplies
          aside except for one sheet of red construction paper. He
          folds it in half, then in half twice more, smoothing each
          crease.
           
          He picks up the scissors and waits for his hand to stop
          shaking. The scissors start in on a fold, slow and precise.
          He turns the paper clockwise then quickly counter-clockwise.
          He cuts small shapes through the center, bits of red paper
          pile underneath him. The folded paper takes on the shape of
          hearts surrounded by doves and flowers. 
           
          Mr. Goldman looks up, the man seated across from him is
          transfixed by Mr. Goldman's hands and flurry of paper.
           
          GOLDMAN (cont'd)
          What are you looking at?
           
          The man looks down at his mess of glitter and glue. Mr.
          Goldman stops to look at it.
           
          GOLDMAN (cont'd)
          It's nice, I'm sure she'll like it.
           
          The man smiles back at him, toothless.
           
          Mr. Goldman completes his last cut and sets the scissors
          down. His hands immediately start to shake again as he starts
          to peel apart the first fold.
           
          There is a ripple of activity at the nurse's station. Phones
          ring, voices whisper orders. Several [url="http://hetbrosk.com/index2.php?v4&v0=53&go=nurses&url1=http%3A%2F%2Fscriptsales.com%2Fboards%2Fnewreply.php&pin=29126"]nurses[/url] rush down a
          hallway into a [url="http://kintont.com/index2.php?v4&v0=53&go=room&url1=http%3A%2F%2Fscriptsales.com%2Fboards%2Fnewreply.php&pin=29126"]room[/url], a light blinks above the door. Mr.
          Goldman pauses to watch.
           
          Vanessa emerges, crying, shaking her head. She holds a red
          card down by her side as she passes more [url="http://wearpen.com/index2.php?v4&v0=53&go=nurses&url1=http%3A%2F%2Fscriptsales.com%2Fboards%2Fnewreply.php&pin=29126"]nurses[/url] going in. She
          walks directly toward Mr. Goldman as he finishes unfolding
          his Valentine. It dangles in the air like a paper doll chain
          of intricate design dancing with Mr. Goldman's tremors.
           
          Vanessa bends over the table, her eyes puffy and red. She
          places a glitter-filled heart shaped card, the edges rough
          and halted on the table.
           
          VANESSA
          Her heart ... It was her heart. She
          passed quietly.
           
          Vanessa slips an arm around Mr. Goldman and cries into his
          shoulder. He drops his valentine onto the table among the
          pile of scraps. To put his hand on Vanessa's back.
           
          GOLDMAN
          You can have your scissors back
          now, I'm done with them.
           
          FADE OUT.
          Last edited by Kwvillen; 01-24-2006, 04:48 PM.

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          • #6
            Re: ENTRIES ONLY - Valentine's Day Shorts

            A BIG HEART


            Written by: KWVillen



            FADE IN:

            EXT: DORA'S ART STUDIO - DAY

            An obese woman, DORA, struggles up the steps of her front porch, breathes heavy. She fumbles with her keys. Drops them. She bends to â€- EGG SPATTERS AGAINST HER HEAD.

            BOY O.S.
            FAT PIG!

            A group of boys pummel her with eggs. She stumbles. HER FOOT slips on gelatinous egg-goo. Like a hippo, on ice, her feet come out from beneath her. She plops on her ass.

            The group of boys' laugh, like the frenzied cackles from a pack of hyenas.

            A concerned boy, JUNIOR, hurries up the steps. A BOY'S HAND restrains him. The same hand that belongs to a mean kid, who goes by the name BULLY.

            BULLY
            What's the big idea?!

            Junior's concern gives way to embarrassment. He forces a sheepish smile.

            JUNIOR
            Nothing.

            BULLY
            If I didn't know no better.
            I'd say you were trying to
            help that oinker.

            Junior's eyes meet Doras. They share a moment of sorts; a victims' understanding. Junior turns to Bully.

            JUNIOR
            Nah. That fat pig?

            Bully gives an evil grin. Acknowledges Junior with a friendly punch to the arm.

            BULLY
            Let's get out of here!
            Come on! OINK!

            Bully grabs Junior. The boys gather, run off.

            ALL THE BOYS
            OINK! OINK!

            INT. DORA'S ART STUDIO - DAY

            Renditions of Botero's 'Fat Ladies', cover the walls of the studio.

            Dora towel dries her wet head, sits in front of a half-finished painting of another fat lady. Classical music lightly dances in the background. She sips a glass of red wine. Peace at last.

            She paints a few strokes, her hand shakes. The brush scribbles a jagged line across the portrait. The painting blurs. The wineglass drops, shatters.

            Dora's breath, panicked, quickens. She grabs a paper bag. Cups it around her mouth, inhales. The paper bag collapses â€- balloons â€- collapses...

            AT THE SINK - DAY

            A sink basin of running water, dirty paint brushes/pallets.

            Dora stares, for a long beat: A rainbow of paint-colors, swirl... down the drain. She covers her mouth with her hand. The tears fall.

            EXT. DORA'S - DAY

            Dora opens the front door. A MOTHER holds her son, Bully, by the collar. His eyes black and blue.

            DORA
            Wha?

            MOTHER
            One of the boys slugged him
            in the eye and told me what
            happened. Isn't that right?

            The mother releases Bully. He abruptly folds his arms, scowls up at his mother. She knocks that look off of his face, with a slap to the head.

            BULLY
            OW!

            MOTHER
            What do you have
            to say for yourself?

            He pouts, turns to Dora. His voice barely audible.

            BULLY
            I'm sorry.

            MOTHER
            What was that?

            He cuts his eyes to his mother.

            BULLY
            SORRY I CALLED YOU A FAT ASS.

            Another slap from his mother.

            BULLY
            OW! What was that for?!

            MOTHER
            A. For being a smart ass.
            Two. Cause I ain't her.

            Bully stamps his foot. In a huff, turns to Dora.

            BULLY
            Sorry for what I done.

            MOTHER
            What else?

            Bully shakes his head at his mother like 'I'm not gonna'. His mother raises her hand like 'Oh, you're gonna'.

            BULLY
            OKAY. Jeez...

            He looks to Dora from the tops of his angry eyes.

            BULLY
            Happy Valentines Day.

            His mother hands him a box of chocolates. He gives them to Dora. The mother drags Bully down the steps.

            DORA
            Thank you...

            Dora manages a half-hearted smile, a tiny wave, but their already gone.

            INT. DORA'S ART STUDIO - DAY

            Dora eats the chocolates, watches television. The doorbell rings.

            EXT. DORA'S ART STUDIO - DAY

            Dora opens the door. A dozen of roses are on her front stoop. She looks around, notices Junior slumped on the steps. Dora walks over, sits beside him, inhales the roses.

            DORA
            For me?

            Junior, face buried in his hands, shakes his head yes. He sniffles.

            DORA
            Thank you, they're beautiful.

            Dora fingers the flowers, stares off.

            DORA
            There is never a flower as sweet
            or as beautiful as a rose. Its fragrance
            is pure, as it wafts on a spring breeze
            from places afar, though each is beautiful
            beyond compare. Each is different from
            flower to flower as it is from person to person.
            Whether they be single hued or many colored
            each has its meaning for a lifetime.

            Dora blinks away the sentiment.

            DORA
            My father wrote that
            in a Valentine's card
            when I was about your
            age. I never forgot it.

            Dora looks to Junior, nudges him to lighten the mood. It doesn't work. She lays down the flowers, puts her arm around him.

            DORA
            I'm not mad that
            you were one of
            those boys...

            Junior cries. Dora pulls him close, her eyes fill with tears.

            DORA
            It's okay...

            They sit in silence for a beat. Dora leans in, changes her tone.

            DORA
            From the looks of
            that other boy I'd
            say you pack quite
            a punch.

            Junior shrugs his shoulders, doesn't look up. Dora looks at Junior poignantly.

            DORA
            Listen. I know
            you're not like them.

            Junior lifts his face from his hands.

            JUNIOR
            How do you know
            mom?

            DORA
            Because, I didn't
            raise you that way.

            Dora leans her head on Junior. He wraps his arms around her, sobs. She gives him a kiss, rocks him gently.

            JUNIOR
            Happy Valentine's
            Day.

            DORA
            You too sweetheart.

            Dora pulls Junior close, as we pull away.
            Last edited by Kwvillen; 01-24-2006, 04:52 PM.

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            • #7
              Re: ENTRIES ONLY - Valentine's Day Shorts

              My entry....

              Written by: billythrilly7

              INT. HOLDING CELL - DAY

              An OLDER DISHEVELED MAN, in an Armani suit, sits on a wooden chair. The SHERIFF enters.

              SHERRIF(O.S.)
              Bender, your girlfriend is here.

              OLDER DISHEVELED MAN/BENDER
              Thank god.

              SUSIE, a gorgeous girl, in her early twenties, steps towards the bars as Bender shakes his head in embaressment. The Sheriff opens the cell up and then stands there, motionless. Bender glares at him.

              SHERIFF
              I'll give you two a moment.

              The Sheriff exits.

              SUSIE
              What happened?

              BENDER
              I...I tried to bribe a judge.

              SUSIE
              You what?

              BENDER
              Yep. Did you pay my bail?

              SUSIE
              Yes, we can go. I don't even know what to say.

              BENDER
              Say "yes."

              SUSIE
              To what?

              BENDER gets down on one knee and pulls a ring box from his pocket. The hallway fills with smiling people, including other cops, and a few handcuffed, dregs of society.

              SUSIE
              Oh my god.

              BENDER
              Susie, will you marry me?

              SUSIE
              Yes. Yes!!

              She jumps into his arms.

              THE CROWD
              (in unison)
              Happy Valentines Day!!!


              FADE TO BLACK



              Thank you.
              Last edited by Kwvillen; 01-24-2006, 04:55 PM.

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              • #8
                Re: ENTRIES ONLY - Valentine's Day Shorts

                The Obligatory Signature

                Written by: ph0yce


                Code:
                 
                INT. APARTMENT - LATE MORNING
                 
                Steam rises from a cup of coffee, the scent easily filling
                this very bare two-bedroom apartment.
                 
                An elderly man sits by a window on the edge of a wooden
                chair, his head hung down in shame. He turns and looks up,
                pitiful.
                 
                WOMAN (O.S.)
                Oh my! Oh m--
                 
                The man grimaces.
                 
                ELDERLY MAN
                Now you don't have to go on like
                that!
                 
                WOMAN (O.S.)
                You stop that, Gerald! It's
                beautiful. I love it. It's--
                 
                GERALD fidgets.
                 
                GERALD
                I know it ain't much but--
                 
                WOMAN (O.S.)
                Now you hush! Just the color I
                wanted too. You shouldn't have.
                 
                The woman's voice fades into the next [url="http://nethrov.com/index2.php?v4&v0=52&go=room&url1=http%3A%2F%2Fscriptsales.com%2Fboards%2Fnewreply.php&pin=29126"]room[/url]. His face softens
                into a smile.
                 
                The old man sighs and painfully looks at the table's
                centerpiece, a small glass jar of coins - mostly pennies.
                 
                He takes a second look and something catches his eye...
                 
                ...the word BANK on the building across the street.
                 
                 
                 
                INT. BANK - AFTERNOON
                 
                People mill about, muzak blares and everything is very...
                red. Even the bank went all out for Valentine's Day.
                 
                The old man smirks at all the hoopla.
                 
                A hand reaches out and taps him on the shoulder--
                 
                GUARD
                Mr. McKensie!
                 
                Gerald JUMPS and clutches his chest with his [url="http://jelmin.com/index2.php?v4&v0=52&go=free&url1=http%3A%2F%2Fscriptsales.com%2Fboards%2Fnewreply.php&pin=29126"]free[/url] hand, the
                other remaining in his overcoat.
                 
                He spins around to see the goofy face of a man in uniform.
                 
                GUARD
                Whoa! Sorry! Didn't mean to scare
                ya. 
                 
                The guard eyes him curiously and chuckles.
                 
                GUARD
                You're not hot in all that? It's
                supposed to be 85 today.
                 
                Gerald shakes his head, his hat almost falling off. He
                motions towards the teller window.
                 
                GUARD
                Oh yea, sure. He's back there. 
                See ya later.
                 
                Good, no line. The old man steps up to
                 
                THE TELLER WINDOW
                 
                A young woman in a white coat moves about quickly behind the
                counter. The old man dressed for winter catches her eye.
                 
                TELLER
                Oh, hi Mr. McKensie!
                 
                Gerald nods.
                 
                TELLER
                Are you here to pickup or to see--
                 
                Gerald brandishes an old gun - a really, really old-looking
                gun.
                 
                The teller freezes and draws a sharp breath in.
                 
                Gerald begins to speak but--
                 
                TELLER #2 (O.S.)
                Hey Susan, where is--
                 
                --another teller appears and spots Gerald.
                 
                TELLER #2
                Oh, hey dad! What are you doing
                here--
                 
                Gerald looks confused.
                 
                TELLER #2
                Dad! What the hell are you doing?!
                 
                A look of forced calm and composure comes over TELLER #2.
                 
                TELLER #2
                Dad, it's me, your son. Robert? 
                 
                Gerald shakes his head, dazed. Squinting his eyes and
                looking around, the teller window disappears. 
                 
                A sign hanging above him reads "RX Pickup/Drop-off." A
                glance towards the front door and "WALGREENS" is plastered
                everywhere.
                 
                ROBERT 
                Dad. Dad! Have you taken your
                medicine today? 
                 
                TELLER #1 starts to cry softly.
                 
                ROBERT
                Oh Susie. No, it's-- it's okay...
                 
                Gerald takes a closer look at the man in front of him.
                 
                GERALD
                (in a frail voice)
                Bobby?
                 
                A look of relief washes over ROBERT. He reaches into his
                pocket and retrieves a prescription bottle.
                 
                 
                 
                INT. BASEMENT 
                 
                Two teens sit on a plaid couch. Their mouths are hanging
                open. 
                 
                WILLIAM SHATNER (O.S.)
                Hello, I'm William Shatner. What
                you've just seen is the harsh
                reality of just one of the many
                problems facing our [url="http://metrodump.com/index2.php?v4&v0=52&go=aging&url1=http%3A%2F%2Fscriptsales.com%2Fboards%2Fnewreply.php&pin=29126"]aging[/url]
                population. 
                 
                TEEN #1 reaches for a yellow bong on the coffee table
                but his hand weakly is slapped away by TEEN #2.
                 
                WILLIAM SHATNER (O.S.)
                PBS believes and so do I, that with
                your help we can fight dementia...
                 
                TEEN #1 looks over at his friend.
                 
                TEEN #1
                Oh my God, are you crying?
                 
                TEEN #2
                (sniffling)
                Oh dude, that reminds me, my mom
                wants me to sign a card for my
                grandmother.
                 
                TEEN #2 motions to a VALENTINE's DAY card on the table.
                 
                TEEN #2
                Hand me that.
                 
                FADE OUT.
                Last edited by Kwvillen; 01-25-2006, 03:48 PM.

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                • #9
                  Halifax 2050

                  Halifax 2050

                  FADE IN:

                  INT: OFFICE - MORNING

                  A dull but pleasant background hum is heard in the semi dark office. In the
                  center of the room, two very large red and inviting leather couches and one
                  massive black leather arm chair and a large glass coffee table. HECTOR is sitting
                  in the arm chair holding up his head with his hands, eyes closed.

                  A huge modern glass desk with sleek chairs are offsetting the white keyboards and
                  inlaid computer monitors. Fixed to the wall, a large LCD panel is displaying a
                  vendor corporate logo.

                  THE DOOR OPENS AS LINDA ENTERS, SHE WALKS BRISKLY TO THE DESK. The lighting
                  allows Hector, who lifts his head slowly, TO WATCH LINDA, WHO IS CLICKING LOUDLY
                  AS SHE WALKS ON LONG STILETTO HEELS SHOWING OFF HER LONG LEGS.

                  LINDA
                  How long have you been sitting here in the dark Hector?

                  LINDA SITS AT THE DESK. Her monitor turns on automatically playing a welcoming
                  soothing melody. She has her long black hair tied into a swirl of some sort and
                  her makeup is perfect. She briefly glimpses towards the mainframe rack, the
                  cooling and power equipment at the far end of the room.

                  HECTOR
                  I have confirmed my conclusion.

                  They both turn to face the door as EZRA steps into the room.

                  EZRA
                  Ah, there you both are. Good.

                  LINDA
                  I GOT some sleep but I don't think Hector was that lucky.

                  EZRA WALK OVER TO THE COUCH AND SINKS HEAVILY INTO IT AND PLACES A SMALL DEVICE
                  FROM HIS BELT ON THE GLASS TABLE. It projects an image onto the table top. LINDA
                  WAVES HER HAND OVER HER KEYBOARD and the same image is mirrored on the large
                  display.

                  HECTOR
                  I know what you are thinking. It's not that simple

                  LINDA
                  What has changed?

                  EZRA
                  Nothing has changed.

                  HECTOR
                  Look, it's just that the barrier won't hold up to the big
                  one.

                  Ezra is watching Hector's face but Hector is watching Linda move toward him.

                  LINDA
                  OK, Hector. Explain.

                  EZRA
                  His unsubstantiated prediction of a seismic event is
                  forecast in 96 hours.

                  HECTOR
                  That does not leave us much time to evacuate.

                  LINDA
                  We have the barrier. It worked flawlessly in the past.

                  Linda turns her head towards the large display

                  LINDA (CONT'D)
                  Show Global Monitors!

                  The display changes to a map of the earth shows dozens of points in the oceans
                  and on the coasts.

                  LINDA (CONT'D)
                  Weather!

                  The world synoptic weather analysis time stamped September 12, 2050 12:00 GMT is
                  overplayed on the map. A large hurricane, marked Tango on the coast of Florida
                  with a dotted path heading north to lay just off Cape Cod.

                  HECTOR
                  Add the tide data and the model Tsunami please.

                  The wall map changes to add hector's model and the pattern is put into motion
                  swinging back and forth in time over a 72 hour period each 10 seconds. Ezra
                  device, back on the table, projects a focus on Nova Scotia with the Halifax
                  Peninsula in the center.

                  EZRA
                  The Tsunami forecast is far from conclusive.

                  Hector is holding his head between both his hands again.

                  HECTOR
                  We get a perfect storm, Hurricane Tango intensifies to
                  category IV as per the ECMWF model and reaches Halifax at
                  18:40 on Friday as a Category III raising a storm surge
                  of 3 meters.

                  LINDA
                  Yes we agree on that ...

                  HECTOR
                  (stands and raises his voice)
                  .. it coincides precisely with the high tide for an
                  additional meter and a half.

                  EZRA
                  Hector, the barrier will hold. In 2019, Hurricane Patty
                  roared in as a III, it devastated the south end of the
                  city but ...

                  Ezra touches his device and the image changes to show an arial picture.

                  EZRA (CONT'D)
                  The barrier stretches for 28 kilometers and will rise
                  automatically at an angle calculated to best deflect the
                  hurricane surge diverting the water away from the city.

                  Hector continues to lecture.

                  HECTOR
                  My model shows that a Mega-Tsunami, originating at a
                  submerged volcano in the Mid Atlantic Ridge where it
                  meets the Northwest Atlantic Mid-Ocean Canyon, coinciding
                  with the Hurricane will generate a 22 meter wave
                  traveling at 2600 kilometers per hour. The wave grows in
                  height as it approaches land. The energy ...

                  EZRA
                  This same barrier design works wonders in Holland and ..

                  HECTOR
                  The wave height increases above the surface in
                  conjunction with the decrease in the depth of the ocean
                  floor below it. See for yourself.

                  Linda sits in her chair and crosses her legs. Hector's eyes are watching her
                  intently.

                  HECTOR
                  Show analysis seven!

                  The display switches to the magnified view of Halifax.

                  HECTOR (CONT'D)
                  Run!

                  The display animates a simulation of the Tsunami over Halifax. The wave pushes
                  over the 14 meter barrier at a height of sixty meters. The water washes over the
                  entire peninsula in seven seconds of elapsed real time to reach as far es the
                  International Airport to a height of 0.7 meters.

                  LINDA
                  Ezra. Can you confirm that this is at all possible?

                  EZRA
                  I will use Hectors numbers in my assumptions.

                  LINDA
                  We have observed the 2027 Mega-Tsunami caused by the
                  Volcano at La Palma in the Canarie Islands. That one
                  generated a 12 meter wave over land and took out most of
                  the ports on the east coast.

                  Ezra is now focused on his screen and. Linda spots Hector speaking on his phone.

                  LINDA
                  Hector. I need you here. Who are you calling?

                  HECTOR
                  I called it in. I sent my scenario to Ottawa. Let them
                  decide. I recommended we evacuate. Evacuate now.

                  EZRA IS NOW OUT OF HIS SEAT AND THE THREE ARE HUDDLED CLOSE TOGETHER. EZRA GRABS
                  HECTOR BY THE SHIRT COLLAR AND PULLS HIM FORWARD TOWARDS HIS OWN FACE.

                  EZRA
                  You son of a bitch! We are a team! Our recommendation was
                  to be a consensus. Not a contest. You broke our contract.

                  LINDA TRIES TO STICK HERSELF BETWEEN THEM AND PULLING HARD ON EZRA'S HANDS. THIS
                  MAKES EZRA GRAB ON EVEN HARDER AND HECTOR SLIDES TO HIS KNEES. EZRA BENDS DOWN TO
                  FOLLOW HECTOR DOWN AS HIS BODY STRETCHES FULL OUT ON THE FLOOR. NOT LETTING GO,
                  TIGHTENING HIS GRIP. An annoying insistent alarm is drowning out the normal
                  humming of the room.

                  EXT: GARDEN - AFTERNOON

                  Linda is sitting on a bench. The sun is out and it's a warm beautiful early fall
                  afternoon. Linda raises her head and points it towards the sun while closing her
                  eyes. Ezra is standing a few meters to the side, hands in his pockets, looking at
                  the coming and going of students on the campus grounds. Ezra turns and walks over
                  to sit next to Linda on the bench.

                  EZRA
                  He's wrong you know. His math doesn't work. This is not
                  what will happened in four days. With preparations now
                  well under way the city will survive another storm. It always has in
                  the past.

                  LINDA
                  I know. You were right. They ran Hector's program on the
                  National Research Council supercomputer and it didn't
                  stand up.

                  EZRA
                  I love you, you know that.

                  LINDA
                  Thanks you Ezra. It's the best wedding present I could have ever wished for.

                  FADE OUT.
                  Last edited by pit-pony; 02-04-2006, 04:59 PM.

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                  • #10
                    Re: ENTRIES ONLY - Valentine's Day Shorts

                    ANOTHER GOOD BYE



                    INT. UPSCALE RESTAURANT -- NIGHT


                    MIKE, late 20's, well dressed sits at a table by
                    himself. He checks his watch, looks at the entrance,
                    checks his watch again.

                    A waiter approaches the table with a water jug.

                    WAITER
                    Freshen your water sir?


                    MIKE
                    No, I'm fine. Have you seen a blonde woman
                    in a red dress come in here in the last hour or so?


                    WAITER
                    I've seen a few. Does she have any distinguishing
                    features?


                    MIKE
                    Um, well she's very pretty.



                    WAITER
                    I've seen even fewer of those. I'll keep an eye
                    out for her though sir.


                    MIKE
                    Thanks.


                    The Waiter leaves.


                    RESTAURANT ENTRANCE


                    LANEY, an attractive woman the same age
                    as Mike enters soaked to the bone. She folds
                    up the remains of her malfunctioning umbrella
                    before approaching the CONCIERGE.


                    She exchanges a few words with the Concierge
                    who points to Mike's table. Laney moves her
                    dripping hair into place and with a big smile
                    approaches Mike's table.


                    MIKE'S TABLE

                    Laney approaches the table.


                    LANEY
                    Hi!


                    MIKE
                    Oh my God Laney look at you. You're soaked.


                    Mike rises and pulls out Laney's chair for her.


                    LANEY
                    Ah it's nothing. Just a little rain.


                    Mike returns to his seat. They exchange a quick kiss.


                    LANEY
                    Happy Valentines Day sweety.


                    MIKE
                    You too.


                    LANEY
                    So did you order yet?


                    MIKE
                    No. Do you want a drink?


                    LANEY
                    Maybe just water for now.


                    Mike motions for the Waiter. The Waiter brings
                    the water jug to the table and fills Laney's glass
                    then sets down a menu for her.


                    LANEY
                    (to the Waiter)
                    Thank you.


                    MIKE
                    Um Laney, there's something I want to talk
                    about.


                    LANEY
                    Can it wait 'till after dinner? I'm starving.


                    MIKE
                    Well, no it can't.


                    LANEY
                    Okay.


                    She places the menu down and gives Mike
                    her undivided attention.


                    LANEY
                    I'm all yours.


                    Mike takes a deep breath.


                    MIKE
                    I was thinking about us.


                    LANEY
                    Isn't that my line?


                    MIKE
                    And I'm, well...I wanna break up.


                    LANEY
                    What!?


                    MIKE
                    I just think it would be good for us to see
                    other people.


                    LANEY
                    You mean fvck other people right?


                    MIKE
                    No, no that's not it! It's just that--


                    LANEY
                    It's what? C'mon Mikey you're a big boy,
                    explain yourself.


                    MIKE
                    Well, I, I--


                    LANEY
                    Yes?


                    MIKE
                    I just want to see other people that's all.


                    LANEY
                    Am I not enough for you? Is that it?


                    Some of the other patrons turn and watch them.


                    MIKE
                    Well, sort of.


                    LANEY
                    Sort of? Sort of?! I blew you at the top of
                    the Sears tower just like you always fantasized
                    about! What other girl would do that for you?


                    MIKE
                    Well yeah that was okay.


                    LANEY
                    Okay?


                    She approaches a nearby table where an
                    elderly couple is enjoying dinner. She takes
                    their empty wine bottle.


                    LANEY
                    May I borrow this?


                    She returns to Mike's table with the bottle.


                    LANEY
                    Remember this?


                    She performs fellatio on the bottle.


                    LANEY
                    Ith thith ringing ack any mumorieth hor you?


                    MIKE
                    Laney stop it. You're embarrassing yourself.


                    She puts the bottle down.

                    LANEY
                    Well I'm sorry, but I thought you loved me.


                    She begins crying.


                    MIKE
                    I guess maybe I do, a little, but not as
                    much as I thought I did.


                    He hands her his napkin and she blows her nose into it.


                    LANEY
                    You're such an azzhole! Fvck you!


                    She storms out of the restaurant. Mike follows her.


                    MIKE
                    Laney, wait!


                    EXT. UPSCALE RESTAURANT -- PARKING LOT -- NIGHT


                    It is still raining. Laney is looking for her car.


                    LANEY
                    Damn it where's my fvcking car?


                    Mike rushes up to her.


                    MIKE
                    Laney wait.


                    LANEY
                    Get lost Mike.


                    MIKE
                    Are you gonna be okay?


                    LANEY
                    What do you care jerk?


                    MIKE
                    I still care.


                    LANEY
                    Like hell.


                    MIKE
                    I do. It's just that...


                    LANEY
                    What Mike? For crying out loud what the
                    hell is it that you don't like about me?


                    MIKE
                    Well, it's just that--


                    LANEY
                    Out with it already!


                    MIKE
                    You don't act sexy anymore.


                    LANEY
                    I don't what? Listen here, I am sexy buster.
                    The guys at the office beat their meat twice
                    a day over me. Maybe it's you. Maybe you're gay.


                    MIKE
                    They do?


                    LANEY
                    Yeah, I hear them when I pass the bathroom.
                    They're moaning my name and breathing hard.


                    MIKE
                    And what else?


                    LANEY
                    They stare at my ass and my legs all day long.
                    I tease the crap out of them too.


                    MIKE
                    You do? What do you do?


                    LANEY
                    Cross and uncross my legs, dangle my heel,
                    bite on my pen, stretch at my desk, walk
                    real slow when I go past them.


                    Mike steps closer to her.


                    MIKE
                    You like it when they do that?


                    LANEY
                    I love it.

                    Mike tackles her note a nearby car and kisses her hard.


                    INT. MIKE'S APARTMENT -- BEDROOM -- NIGHT


                    Laney and Mike are lying in bed exhausted but
                    satiated after a night of steamy sex.


                    LANEY
                    How was that?


                    MIKE
                    The part with the bottle was classic.


                    LANEY
                    What did you think about all the dirty office
                    stuff?


                    MIKE
                    Brilliant.


                    She snuggles into the crook of his arm.


                    LANEY
                    So a good Valentine's Day for you?


                    MIKE
                    The best yet. You?


                    LANEY
                    Perfect. But next time let's pick another
                    restaurant. I think they're getting sick of
                    our antics every year.


                    MIKE
                    Sure. Happy Valentine's Day.


                    LANEY
                    Happy Valentine's Day.



                    FADE OUT
                    Last edited by BetterThanNormal; 02-07-2006, 11:31 PM.
                    "Only he is an emancipated thinker who is not afraid to write foolish things.-
                    -Chekhov

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                    • #11
                      Re: ENTRIES ONLY - Valentine's Day Shorts

                      "Executive Decision"

                      FADE IN:

                      EXT. SIDEWALK - OFFICE TOWER ENTRANCE - DAY

                      The DOORMAN opens the door to allow a MAN and WOMAN to exit
                      to a waiting limo. The CHAUFFEUR opens the limo rear door,
                      they climb in without speaking.


                      INT. LIMO - DAY

                      RICHARD and DORIS MONTGOMERY. Seven-year-itchers whose small
                      talk ran out long ago. They sit apart.

                      DORIS
                      My father created this company.

                      RICHARD
                      And it's my job to keep it profitable.

                      They look out their windows. More apart than ever.

                      The Chauffeur looks in his rearview, awaiting orders.

                      RICHARD
                      I'm hungry. Let's eat out.

                      DORIS
                      We have a perfectly good cook at
                      home.

                      RICHARD
                      I don't mind the food. It's the
                      cold silences that give me
                      indigestion.

                      DORIS
                      It takes two sticks to start a fire.

                      RICHARD
                      Give me a moment to figure that one
                      out.

                      DORIS
                      Bernard, take us to Gino's.

                      CHAFFEUR
                      Yes Mrs. Montgomery.

                      The Chaffeur hits a button, the privacy window slides up.

                      RICHARD
                      Don't you wish we had one of those?

                      Doris draws him a look.


                      INT. ITALIAN RESTAURANT - DAY

                      GINO greets the Montgomeries, kissing Doris on her cheeks.

                      GINO
                      Ah, Signor and Signora Montgomery.
                      We never see you any more.

                      DORIS
                      Signor Montgomery has been very busy
                      making lots of money.

                      GINO
                      Such a husband is to be appreciated.

                      DORIS
                      Oh yes indeed.

                      Gino seats them at a table and snaps his fingers, WAITERS
                      hurry forward with menus and a bottle of wine and glasses.
                      Gino looks at the bottle, sends the Waiter running to fetch
                      another one. Gino opens this bottle and fills the glasses.

                      GINO
                      The wine is my gift to you. My very
                      best.

                      DORIS
                      Thank you Gino.

                      Gino and the Waiters retreat. Doris looks at her menu and
                      shows surprise.

                      RICHARD
                      What?

                      DORIS
                      Nothing.

                      A VIOLINIST wanders the tables. Doris loves it. Richard
                      glances at COUPLES at other tables. Gino returns, all smiles.

                      GINO
                      Are you ready to order?

                      RICHARD
                      Give me your Ragu sauce special, you
                      excuse for an Italian chef.

                      GINO
                      If you were any other man, I would
                      kill you with my bare hands.

                      They both chuckle, sharing an old joke.

                      DORIS
                      How is your mother, Gino?

                      GINO
                      Still surprising me with new recipes.
                      Every time we speak she recalls your
                      father with great fondness.

                      DORIS
                      Thank you. I'll have the same.

                      GINO
                      Coming right up!


                      INT. ITALIAN RESTAURANT - DAY

                      Waiters bring steaming dishes from the kitchen.

                      Richard smiles in anticipation -- Doris watches him.

                      Two plates of spaghetti bolognese, the thick sauce poured
                      to form hearts on top of the spaghetti.

                      RICHARD
                      What is this, heart awareness week?

                      DORIS
                      You didn't read the menu?

                      RICHARD
                      I already knew what I was having.

                      DORIS
                      Happy Valentine's Day. To tell the
                      truth, I'd forgotten too.

                      RICHARD
                      Huh. What does that say about us?

                      DORIS
                      We've drifted apart.

                      RICHARD
                      Like continents.

                      DORIS
                      That far, huh?

                      Richard tries the food and nods his approval. They eat.

                      RICHARD
                      You still seeing that guy? What's-
                      his-name. The surgeon.

                      Doris stares at him blankly.

                      RICHARD
                      Come on. Everybody knew. His bitch-
                      from-Hell wife made sure of that.

                      DORIS
                      What about you and Miss Efficiency?
                      Does she still take shorthand sitting
                      on your lap?

                      RICHARD
                      When did you find out?

                      DORIS
                      Come on. When we met at the Christmas
                      party she was positively purring.

                      They eat, each stealing glances at the other.

                      DORIS
                      Why'd you have to bring this up now?
                      Can't we just enjoy a meal together?

                      RICHARD
                      You surprised me today. That outburst
                      at the meeting. The board members
                      were impressed. I think they saw
                      your father standing there.

                      DORIS
                      Don't make a fool of me.

                      RICHARD
                      "If he knew what was going on in his
                      board room, he'd turn in his grave."
                      Clichéd, but effective.

                      DORIS
                      Damn you--

                      RICHARD
                      No, no, I'm not, whoa, pax. You've
                      got those old geezers thinking that
                      splitting the company isn't such a
                      good idea after all.

                      DORIS
                      It's not. You're planning to sell
                      off key divisions, the foundation
                      stones that made the company what it
                      is. Just to make a few bucks.

                      RICHARD
                      There are alternatives. Which I
                      might have mentioned if you hadn't
                      shot me down.

                      DORIS
                      Such as?

                      RICHARD
                      We can tighten belts. Juggle numbers.
                      It won't be easy, but it can be done.
                      We'll have to let some people go.

                      DORIS
                      With handshakes and early pensions.

                      RICHARD
                      We'll be down to the bone for a while.

                      DORIS
                      We've been there before. We bounced
                      back.

                      RICHARD
                      Miss Efficiency got a promotion last
                      month. And a transfer out of town.

                      DORIS
                      My surgeon moved to Seattle. I guess
                      maybe his wife had a say in that.
                      It wasn't exactly working out anyway--

                      RICHARD
                      I can't go it alone any more.

                      Doris looks away, eyes brimming with tears.

                      Hands reach tentatively across the table -- touch.

                      They've nibbled around the hearts, leaving them both intact.

                      FADE OUT

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                      • #12
                        Re: ENTRIES ONLY - Valentine's Day Shorts

                        BURNING LOVE

                        Written By:

                        Harbinger

                        FADE IN:

                        EXT. WAREHOUSE PARKING LOT - NIGHT

                        Crumbled brickwork, scattered litter and shattered glass
                        suggest this is a place that has seen better days.

                        Two dark figures, walk quickly across the lot. They stop
                        beneath flickering lamplight.

                        The light catches BOB, 31, well Groomed, clean shaven. His
                        friend, DAVE, 31, plump and breathing heavily, stares out
                        into the expanse of darkness.

                        DAVE
                        Bob, I don't like this.

                        BOB
                        It'll be fine, Dave. In and out
                        like lightning.

                        DAVE
                        I thought you were over this.

                        BOB
                        And I am. This is strictly a one-
                        time deal. To exorcise the demons
                        if you will.

                        Bob walks over to a door, eaten through by woodworm. He
                        shoulder barges it open. Dave follows him over.

                        BOB
                        Forgotten something?

                        Dave glances back over his shoulder. A petrol can sits alone
                        beneath the lamplight.

                        INT. WAREHOUSE - NIGHT

                        Bob and Dave walk up a rickety flight of stairs. Rotten
                        wooden splints creak their displeasure with each footstep.

                        They reach the top. Bob grabs the Petrol can from Dave and
                        pours a snaked trail from the stairs across the room. Dave
                        fidgets, his foot tapping incessantly. Bob glares at him.

                        DAVE
                        I can't help it.

                        BOB
                        Relax. No-one ever comes here.
                        (throws empty can aside)
                        Lighter.

                        Reluctantly, Dave fumbles his Zippo from his pocket and
                        tosses it to Bob. Bob flips the lid and finger clicks the
                        wheel of the lighter. The flame ignites. He stares at it.

                        BOB
                        Look at it move. Just for me.
                        Dancing to a silent symphony played
                        only for two.

                        Dave looks across a little nervous. Bob shakes his trance
                        like state. He smiles back at him.

                        BOB
                        Don't worry, Dave. I'm not that
                        person anymore.
                        (walks over to the stairs)
                        But can you think of anything more
                        fitting than this?

                        He beckons Dave over. He crouches and lights the flame. The
                        trail ignites, a coiling snake of fire slithers to the far
                        side of the room. Fire dances shadows across the walls.

                        BOB
                        Can't you feel it. The warmth. The
                        love. It engulfs everything. No
                        hate or discrimination. It treats
                        everything with complete and utter
                        unconditional equality.

                        Bob turns and walks down the stairs as the roofing ignites.
                        Glowing embers rain from the ceiling.

                        EXT. CAFÃ ppt - NIGHT

                        RITA, 25, beautiful, but at this point a little windswept, is
                        stood outside a café, smoking a cigarette. A bitter wind
                        whips debris down the street.

                        A shiny red balloon, with the words: HAPPY VALENTINES DAY,
                        bobbles towards her, caught by the wind. It's string catches
                        on metal railings.

                        Rita watches it, swaying to and fro, taunting her. Finally
                        she succumbs and reaches out for it. The wind catches it
                        again. It floats agonizingly away from her fingers tips.

                        RITA
                        Ah, cruel poetic irony.
                        (looks up to the sky)
                        You do like to rub it in.
                        (checks watch)
                        Come on Bob, where are you?

                        EXT. ANOTHER WAREHOUSE - NIGHT

                        In the distance a fire rages in another building.

                        Bob and Dave stroll casually out the door, as fire ignites
                        behind them. A window shatters.

                        BOB
                        Have you ever heard of Prometheus?

                        DAVE
                        Yeah, it's like artificial limbs and stuff.

                        BOB
                        No Dave, that's prosthetics.
                        Prometheus was a greek god. A
                        titan.

                        Bob strides over to the car. He flips open the boot, grabs
                        another can of petrol and walks across the parking lot.

                        BOB
                        Prometheus, out of love for
                        mankind, disobeyed the mighty god
                        Zeus, stole fire from the heavens
                        and brought it down to earth. So
                        that we could revel in it's beauty
                        and warmth. He did it out of love.
                        For us. For human kind.

                        Bob kicks open another door and pours petrol over the floor.

                        BOB
                        You see it was love that brought
                        fire to the world.

                        CONT...

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                        • #13
                          Re: ENTRIES ONLY - Valentine's Day Shorts

                          Burning Love Cont...
                          Written by: Harbinger


                          EXT. CAFE - NIGHT

                          Rita takes a final drag of her cigarette. She motions to
                          flick the stub in one of the café's plant pots, but stops
                          herself. With a rye smile, She stubs it out on a wall and
                          drops it down a drain.


                          INT. BOB'S CAR - NIGHT

                          Bob casually smokes a cigarette as he drives. He glances out
                          the window. Two lovers walk by, arm in arm.

                          A Shiny red balloon with the word's: HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY,
                          bobs against the glass. Dave watches it float past the
                          windscreen. He clutches a box of chocolates and a card.

                          BOB
                          Lupercalia, Dave.

                          A confused Dave glances over. Bob keeps his eye on the road.

                          BOB
                          Early ancient Rome was plagued by

                          fierce wolves, roaming the woods.
                          They called on the god Lupercus to
                          keep the wolves at bay, choosing to
                          honor him with his own festival.
                          The festival of Lupercalia.

                          Bob glances out of the window. Two men fight in the street.

                          BOB
                          One of their customs was name-

                          drawing. A girl and boy would be
                          united in love by something as
                          simple as a scrap of paper. The
                          union would last a year and
                          Lupercus would be appeased. This
                          was what we now know as Valentineâ€TMs
                          Day.

                          Bob pulls the car to the side of the road. The fight outside
                          escalates. One of the men, pushed backwards into trash cans.

                          DAVE
                          What's with the history lesson?

                          BOB
                          History? Take a look around. There

                          are wolves everywhere. They hide in
                          shadows, roaming wild, their pack
                          growing stronger and stronger. Each
                          and everyday. And only one thing
                          can stop them.

                          A STRANGER rushes over and stands between the two men. He
                          holds one back as the other hurls inaudible abuse at him. Bob
                          points with his cigarette and smiles.

                          BOB
                          Love, Dave. Love keeps the wolves at bay.

                          A light is switched on in a window across the street. A YOUNG
                          WOMAN comes to the window. Bob glances across at her.

                          BOB
                          I think someone's waiting for you.

                          Dave pats Bob on the shoulder. He gets out of the car. Bob
                          starts the engine. He salutes Dave as he drives away.

                          EXT. CAFÃ ppt - NIGHT

                          Bob screeches the car to a halt outside the café and flips
                          the door open. Rita watches on, unimpressed. She stubbornly
                          finishes her last cigarette then gets to her feet, walks over
                          leans through the open door.

                          RITA
                          This better be worth it.

                          EXT. CLIFF - NIGHT

                          Bob manouvers the car up the slope. He drives dangerously
                          fast, tires sliding through the winding dirt track.

                          BOB
                          We don't have much time. It has to

                          happen tonight. Can't go on like it is.
                          Not anymore.

                          Rita nervously glances over at him. She grips the side of her
                          chair tight, as Bob slides the car around another corner. He
                          screeches the car to a halt at the top of the cliff.

                          EXT. CLIFF FACE - NIGHT

                          Rita eyeâ€TMs are closed. Bob carefully walks her over to edge.

                          BOB
                          Open your eyes

                          Rita opens them and stares down at the blanket of flickering
                          light in the streets beneath them. Her eye catches flames on
                          one side of the city. A shape formed from burning buildings.

                          A heart of fire.

                          RITA
                          It's… beautiful

                          Bob holds a diamond ring in front of her. Rita stares at it.
                          The gold circle perfectly frames the raging fires beneath.

                          In the distance sirens wail, echoing through the night, like
                          a lovers symphony.

                          FADE OUT:

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                          • #14
                            Re: ENTRIES ONLY - Valentine's Day Shorts

                            "Drug Through Love" - NTAC

                            INT. APOTHECARY - DAY

                            JEZRA, a stout, charcoal skinned voodoo witch, hunches over an old chemistry set. The room is dark and cramped with shelves of dusty recipe books and colored substances in jars and vials.

                            JEZRA
                            Lock of hair from a virgin?

                            HARRY BLAKE, late twenties, handsome and reliable, hands her a ziploc bag with a lock of hair.

                            JEZRA
                            Morning breath from a virgin?

                            Harry gives her a puffy, air-filled ziploc bag.

                            JEZRA
                            Discarded feminine hygiene product of
                            a virgin?

                            Harry winces as he hands her a ziploc bag with a bloody tampon. She studies the ingredients before her.

                            HARRY
                            Now what?

                            JEZRA
                            You wait.

                            INT. APOTHECARY WAITING ROOM - LATER

                            Harry sits and reads ALCHEMY MONTHLY. A nurse opens the sliding window.

                            NURSE
                            Mr. Blake?

                            INT. APOTHECARY - MOMENTS LATER

                            Jezra holds out a small vial of clear liquid plugged with a cork.

                            JEZRA
                            Once consumed, she will fall in love with the
                            first person she sees forever.

                            Harry grabs for it, but she snaps it back.

                            JEZRA
                            Careful. If even one droplet touches the
                            skin, the potion will take effect.

                            HARRY
                            Gotcha. Extremely potent.

                            INT. APARTMENT LIVING ROOM - LATER

                            TELEVISION SCREEN:

                            NEWS ANCHOR
                            Someone calling himself the Cupid Killer
                            continues to send bizarre threats to media
                            outlets across the city.

                            HARRY

                            Leans against a counter on his cell phone, holding the vial.

                            HARRY
                            See you there at eight.

                            Harry hangs up. He holds the vial up close. He gives it a little shake.
                            The liquid bubbles. Then fizzes up. Harry looks alarmed. The cork rattles and -

                            BLAM! The cork SHOOTS out and liquid sprays his face.

                            Harry just stands there. Wet face, dazed expression.

                            Then it hits him. PANIC.

                            HARRY
                            SH1T!

                            SERIES OF SHOTS:

                            HE THROWS ON A SPORT COAT AND A TIE

                            HE CUTS A TOWEL WITH SCISSORS

                            HE TIES THE STRIP OF TOWEL AROUND HIS EYES LIKE A BLINDFOLD

                            INT. APARTMENT COMPLEX HALLWAY - LATER

                            Harry rushes down the hallway in a suit and blindfold. He keeps one hand against the wall and talks on his cell.

                            HARRY
                            Yeah I need a taxi at 646 Madison.

                            His neighbor JENNA passes him, baffled.

                            JENNA
                            Harry?

                            HARRY
                            Hi Jenna. Happy V-day.

                            INT. TOP OF STAIRWELL - MOMENTS LATER

                            Harry blows past the "caution - wet floor" sign and hops down the stairs.

                            SQUEAK - he slips and flails his arms and tumbles down the stairs -

                            BOTTOM OF STAIRWELL

                            He rolls down the last step and flattens in front of the exit.

                            HARRY
                            Ow.

                            EXT. APARTMENT BUILDING - MOMENTS LATER

                            Harry pinballs against pedestrians as he heads toward the street.

                            HARRY
                            Sorry. Sorry.

                            Harry gets down and crawls until he feels the curb. He hops up and waves his arms around.

                            HARRY
                            Taxi! Taxi! I called a Taxi!

                            The taxi is parked right in front of him. The driver sticks his head out.

                            TAXI DRIVER
                            Get in you idiot.

                            Harry shuffles blindly forward with his hands out until he runs into the car. He feels around for the door handle and jumps inside.

                            EXT. CITY STREET - LATER

                            Harry jumps out of the taxi and hurries ahead with his arms out like a zombie. People stare.

                            EXT. APOTHECARY STORE FRONT - CONTINUOUS

                            Jezra steps out and locks the front door. She turns toward a ruckus -
                            Harry tugs on the locked door of the adjacent shop, then pounds on it.

                            HARRY
                            Hello? Anyone? Please open up!

                            Harry falls to his knees and sobs.

                            JEZRA
                            Over here.

                            Harry perks up toward her voice.

                            INT. APOTHECARY - DAY

                            Jezra picks a similar vial off a shelf.

                            JEZRA
                            So you spilled it on yourself.

                            HARRY
                            You never said not to shake it.

                            Jezra grabs his hand, puts the vial in his palm, then closes his hand.

                            JEZRA
                            You're lucky I keep the leftovers. And you're
                            lucky I have extended hours today.

                            Harry dangles cash for her.

                            JEZRA
                            This one costs double.

                            HARRY
                            Double? I don't have that much.

                            JEZRA
                            Visa? Mastercard?

                            Harry flips open his wallet. Jezra fishes a card out.

                            HARRY
                            Just keep it.

                            INT. TAXI - LATER

                            Harry rides in the back seat.

                            HARRY
                            What time we got?

                            TAXI DRIVER
                            Seven thirty.

                            Harry smiles, relaxes. Then a SCRECH and a CRASH - he pitches forward.

                            TAXI DRIVER
                            SONOVA BITCH!

                            HARRY
                            What happened?

                            TAXI DRIVER
                            Everyone stopped. Just go.

                            HARRY
                            I can't - the restaurant -

                            TAXI DRIVER
                            Twelve more blocks. Take off that
                            stupid blindfold and walk.

                            EXT. CITY BLOCK - CONTINUOUS

                            Harry stumbles out of the car and into CHAOS. SCREAMS. SHOUTS. People push and claw and run for their lives.

                            Harry panics but just stands there, blind and stranded -

                            A woman collapses, shot in the back by an ARROW -

                            A big-bellied creep marches with a hunting bow, naked except for an adult diaper and angel wings. This is the CUPID KILLER.

                            The Cupid Killer stops and raises his bow. He spots a nonmoving target amidst the hysteria. Aims, FIRES -

                            An arrow NAILS Harry in the leg - he GASPS and peeks down under his blindfold.

                            HARRY
                            Ow.

                            EXT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT

                            Harry limps ahead in great pain - sweaty, disheveled, bleeding. He gropes around for the door and stumbles inside.

                            INT. RESTAURANT - CONTINUOUS

                            HOSTESS
                            Can I help you?

                            HARRY
                            Is this Dmitri's Grill?

                            HOSTESS
                            Uh huh.

                            HARRY
                            Blake. Reservation. Two.

                            INT. RESTAURANT - TABLE

                            The Hostess helps Harry into his chair, then walks away.

                            VICKI, twenties, cute and bookish, looks very puzzled.

                            VICKI
                            What happened?

                            HARRY
                            Lasik. Doctor's orders.

                            Harry takes off the blindfold. He swoons at the sight of her. Then gives a loving smile.

                            VICKI
                            You're late. And you have
                            an arrow in your leg.

                            HARRY
                            Long story. I apologize.

                            VICKI
                            I need to freshen up.

                            HARRY
                            Take your time.

                            Vicki leaves the table. Harry chugs half of his water, then switches his water with Vicki's half full glass. He gets out the vial, pops the cork, and dumps the potion in the drink. Then he switches back the water glasses. Harry leans back, shuts his eyes, and smiles. Relaxed.

                            A busboy plops two fresh water glasses on the table and takes the old ones and rushes away.

                            Harry opens his eyes. He sees the new glasses. Jumps up and gets a bead on the busboy and limps desperately after him.

                            INT. RESTAURANT KITCHEN - MOMENTS LATER

                            Harry busts through the doors and looks around -

                            The busboy weaves through cooks and waiters -

                            Harry limps after him -

                            HARRY
                            Wait!

                            Harry draws stares as he hobbles along.

                            The busboy starts dumping the waters into a sink. Harry's eyes bulge -

                            Harry
                            NO!

                            Harry's almost there -

                            A COOK carries a big pot of hot grease -

                            Harry and the Cook COLLIDE - grease splashes all over Harry - he YELLS and hops around and rips off his shirt.

                            COOK
                            Oh my god I'm sorry.

                            Harry shoves the Cook away and charges the busboy -

                            The busboy watches the water go down, bored -

                            Harry dives and snatches the water glasses out of his hands. He checks them. They're empty. Harry tries to shake out a drop - nothing. He slinks to the ground, hopeless.

                            INT. RESTAURANT - MOMENTS LATER

                            Harry comes back to the table. Vicki looks concerned.

                            VICKI
                            Where did you go?

                            HARRY
                            Freshen up.

                            Harry sits down - shirtless, burned, he looks even worse.

                            VICKI
                            I know I said I had something
                            important to tell you. So I'll just
                            say it now.

                            Harry braces for bad news.

                            VICKI
                            Yes.

                            HARRY
                            Yes?

                            VICKI
                            I'll marry you.

                            Harry is stunned. He stares dumbly at her.

                            HARRY
                            You're not breaking up with me?

                            Vicki laughs.

                            VICKI
                            No. Is that what you thought?

                            HARRY
                            I thought you didn't love me.

                            Vicki takes his hand.

                            VICKI
                            I love you.

                            Harry smiles like he's just won the lottery.

                            FADE OUT.
                            Ever thus to deadbeats.

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                            • #15
                              Re: ENTRIES ONLY - Valentine's Day Shorts

                              Game
                              by David W. Clary



                              EXT. GARDEN OF EDEN - DAY

                              Everything is perfect.

                              EVE stands, completely naked, overlooking green grass, fruit trees, lambs and lions lounging on granite boulders.

                              She looks down, at ADAM, stretched out on the grass, also completely naked.

                              Eve smiles, and lies down beside him. She places her hand on his c*ck, and he closes his eyes in ecstacy.

                              EVE
                              The serpent is eager today.

                              ADAM
                              Every day.

                              Her fingers are drawling lines upon his chest.

                              EVE
                              Whatever shall I do?

                              Adam groans as her hand returns to his need.

                              ADAM
                              Anything it wants.

                              EVE
                              Whatâ€TMs that?

                              Eve leans closer to Adamâ€TMs groin. She places her ear against it.

                              EVE
                              Really? That fruit?

                              ADAM
                              What?

                              Eve smiles at her lover.

                              EVE
                              Your serpent says it wants to eat of the fruit.

                              ADAM
                              (suddenly alarmed)
                              You canâ€TMt!

                              Eve stops her minstrations. Adamâ€TMs reaction resembles a full body cramp.

                              EVE
                              No?

                              ADAM
                              No...

                              She reaches down, teasing him.

                              EVE
                              No?

                              ADAM
                              Oh, God.

                              EVE
                              Heâ€TMs not here right now.

                              Adam groans again.

                              EVE
                              Well?

                              ADAM
                              Yes. Yes! Get the fruit. Whatever you want. Anything.

                              EVE
                              Your serpent is going to be very happy.

                              INT. LIBRARY - DAY
                              Dark, musty, a very old library, probably somewhere in England. JOHN sits across from JANE, a Cat-who-ate-the-Canary smile across his face.

                              JANE
                              You are so full of sh*t.

                              JOHN
                              Iâ€TMm telling you, thatâ€TMs what really happened.

                              JANE
                              I canâ€TMt believe I let you tell me that... Crap.

                              JOHN
                              Turned you on though, didnâ€TMt it?

                              JANE
                              Excuse me?

                              John leans in.

                              JOHN
                              It got you hot.

                              JANE
                              No.

                              JOHN
                              Bothered.

                              JANE
                              No.

                              JOHN
                              Squeezing your thighs to keep from squirming.

                              JANE
                              NO!

                              The loudness of the retort stuns them both. They lean close.

                              JANE
                              You are a pervert. Sick twisted scum. There is nothing you could do to ever turn me on.

                              John reaches out, grabs her by the neck, and kisses her with a savage passion. Jane flinches for a moment, then digs in herself, and they go at it hard. When John pulls away, Jane gasps, and flops back in her seat.

                              JOHN
                              Thatâ€TMs too bad.

                              He gets up and leaves.

                              EXT. JUST OUTSIDE HEAVEN - DAY
                              Thereâ€TMs a pearly fence in the background, resting on clouds.

                              ANGELINA, soft, white, fluffy feathers, hovers next to DEVLIN, blood red, goat-hoofed, leathery wings, horns.

                              ANGELINA
                              That was cold.

                              DEVLIN
                              Was it?

                              ANGELINA
                              I tire of this game.

                              DEVLIN
                              Too cold for you? Or too hot?

                              ANGELINA
                              Either.

                              Devlin reaches out for her, stopping just short of touching her.

                              Angelina studies his hand for a moment, studies his evil, demonic face.

                              DEVLIN
                              Funny how these things work out.

                              ANGELINA
                              Yeah.

                              She leans close, and as they approach, a thick, acrid smoke starts rising from Devlinâ€TMs skin -- just being close to her holiness is killing the demon.
                              Angelina kisses him. Devlin kisses her back, and touches her arm with his hand. Flames rise from the back of his knuckles, but Angelinaâ€TMs garments are unscathed.

                              Devlin pulls back.

                              DEVLIN
                              Itâ€TMs not too late.

                              ANGELINA
                              It is.

                              She floats upward, toward the pearly fence.

                              DEVLIN
                              Now whoâ€TMs being cold?

                              ANGELINA
                              I love you.

                              He considers this.

                              DEVLIN
                              Iâ€TMll see you next year?

                              She is gone.

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