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    THE INSULT THAT MADE A MAN OUT OF MAC

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                   EXT. BEAUTIFUL BEACH - DAY
    
                   It's a glorious day.  Surf lolls lazily up onto the golden
                   sand, while MR. SUN generously sprinkles cancer causing UV
                   rays over sunbathing morons.
    
                   MAC and MAC'S SNOTTY BITCH recline on a large beach
                   blanket, enjoying the shade offered by their parasol.
    
                   Mac is 19.  Skinny and pale with dark hair. He looks like
                   an anemic Pee Wee Herman with bulimia.
    
                   Mac's Snotty Bitch looks like somebody put Megan Fox and
                   Scarlett Johansson in a blender then poured the resulting
                   babeshake into the worlds most indiscreet bikini.
    
                   How they got together in the first place shall forever be a
                   mystery.
    
                   SUDDENLY, like the wrath of God Almighty, a BIG BRUTE OF A
                   MAN runs past, kicking sand into Mac and his snotty bitch's
                   faces.
    
                                       MAC
                             Hey!  Quit kicking that sand in
                             our faces!
    
                                       MAC'S SNOTTY BITCH
                             That man is the worst nuisance on
                             the beach.
    
                   The sound of their whining reaches the ears of the
                   lumbering behemoth, who stops dead in his tracks.  He
                   stomps back to Mac and Mac's Snotty Bitch, towering over
                   them like a volcano of pain about to erupt in their faces.
    
                   He grabs Mac by his twig-like arm and pulls him to his
                   feet, like a huge guy pulling a small skinny guy to his
                   feet.
    
                   Mac's Snotty Bitch just sits there, apparently unconcerned.
    
                                       BIG BRUTE OF A MAN
                             Listen here.  I'd smash your
                             face...Only, you're so skinny you
                             might dry up and blow away.
    
                   The Big Brute stares into Mac's eyes, reveling in his
                   power, unaware of how his lack of knowledge of his own
                   sexuality effects his every action.
    
                   Happy with having asserted himself, the Big Brute strides
                   away, in search of a discreet place in which to masturbate.
    
                   Publicly humiliated, Mac turns to his snotty bitch for
                   consolation. 
    
                   But there is none.  She looks at him with something that is
                   the sum of hatred multiplied by loathing to the power of
                   contempt.
    
                   Mac tries to regain a sliver of dignity.
    
                                       MAC
                             The big bully!  I'll get even
                             some day.
    
                   Mac's Snotty Bitch stands and strikes a sexy pose, showing
                   him the prize that he was not strong enough to hold on to.
    
                                       MAC'S SNOTTY BITCH
                             Oh don't let it BOTHER you little
                             boy!
    
                   PAN up to some SEAGULLS gliding lazily on an updraft,
                   unconcerned about the minutiae of human relationships. 
                   Their cares are different from ours.  I mean, have you ever
                   seen how excited they get over a bit of pizza crust?  A
                   ****ing pizza crust!  We don't get that excited over a
                   whole pizza.  Hell, we wouldn't get that excited over 10
                   pizzas.  We should all be seagulls.
    
    
                   INT. MAC'S LIVING ROOM - DAY
    
                   Mac, dressed in a suit jacket with shirt, tie and trousers,
                   IS PISSED!  How do we know he's pissed?  Well, for one
                   thing, he's KICKING A CHAIR, sending it sailing across the
                   room.  It's a good thing Mac doesn't have a dog, or right
                   now I'd be describing something that I really don't approve
                   of.
    
                   And just in case you're still unclear how PISSED Mac is,
                   let me also draw your attention to the fact that the
                   seismic waves of fury emanating from him cause a small lamp
                   to fall over and a picture to suddenly hang squint on the
                   wall.  Not fall.  It just hangs there, squint.  Think about
                   that.  Think about the anger that would cause such a thing
                   to happen.
    
                   But that's not all that's going on with Mac right now.  As
                   great as his anger is, it is nothing compared to the
                   DETERMINATION we see set in his face.
    
                   See, not only is he stomping around his living room and
                   making it untidy, but he is simultaneously READING A BOOK! 
                   And talking to himself.
    
                                       MAC
                             Darn it!  I'm sick and tired of
                             being a scarecrow! 
                             Charles Atlas says he can give me
                             a real body.  All right!  I'll
                             gamble a stamp and get his free
                             book!
    
    
                   INT. MAC'S BEDROOM - DAY
    
                   SUPER: LATER
    
                   Mac is in front of his dresser mirror admiring himself. 
                   Why?  Because Mac is TRANSFORMED.  Gone is the skinny wisp
                   of a man that Mac once was.  Now, preening in front of the
                   mirror, stands an ADONIS.  If Mother Nature could be
                   persuaded to look the other way for five minutes so that
                   HERCULES could impregnate SUPERMAN, this would be the
                   resulting child if it was raised by a monastery of
                   bodybuilders.
    
                   The camera moves loving around Mac, reveling in this
                   physical perfection.  If the camera was a tongue, it would
                   lick Mac.  It wants to.  It wants to lick him so badly. 
                   AND SO DO YOU.
    
                                       MAC
                             Boy!  It didn't take Atlas long
                             to do this for me!  What muscles! 
                             That bully won't shove me around
                             again!
    
                   SMASH CUT TO:
    
    
                   EXT. BEAUTIFUL BEACH - DAY
    
                   Mac, a God bestriding the Earth, punches The Big Brute in
                   the face with the force of a thousand special effects
                   shots.
    
                   Watching from her position under the parasol where we first
                   saw her, Mac's Snotty Bitch watches this in wonder and
                   probably starts ovulating instantly.
    
                                       MAC
                             What!  You here again?  Here's
                             something I owe you!
    
                   The Big Brute crumbles under the force of Mac's devastating
                   blow, out cold.
    
                   Mac's Snotty Bitch rushes to grab Mac's arm before every
                   over woman on the beach can throw herself at him.
    
                                       MAC'S SNOTTY BITCH
                             Oh Mac!  You are a real man after
                             all!
    
                   Nearby a MAN and WOMAN gaze at Mac with a mixture of
                   wonder, envy and lust.  They both want Mac.  Almost as 
                   you do. 
                                       ADMIRING WOMAN
                             Gosh!  What a build.
    
                                       ADMIRING MAN
                             He's already famous for it!
    
                   Mac just stands there, somehow brighter than the sun that
                   beats down on them all.  Mac's Snotty Bitch hangs on his
                   arm, tragically unaware that she is no longer good enough
                   for him.  Why is she no longer good enough?  Because he's
                   the HERO OF THE BEACH!
    
                                                           FADE TO BLACK.
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  • #2
    Re: SIZZLING SUMMER WRITING entries

    SEX... DEATH ON THE BEACH ( Part 1 of 3 )

    Code:
                   FADE IN:
    
    
    
                   EXT. BEACH - DAY
    
                   KEITH (25) a tall, deep tanned beach God sits perched high up
                   in his lifeguard's chair. He scans the water for people in
                   trouble. 
    
                   THROUGH A TELESCOPE
    
                   Keith turns to gaze straight into our telescope. 
    
                   Keith smiles, waves, blows a kiss.
    
                   BACK TO SCENE
    
                   LAUREN COOPER (40) a stunner in the way that only women with
                   unlimited time and money to spend on themselves can be.
    
                   She pulls her beautiful face away from the telescope, runs
                   her hand through her long raven hair. Smiles, waves to Keith.
    
                   A tuxedo cat, KITTY, in her prime, rubs against Lauren's leg.
                   Kitty is a very big cat. The markings on her face resembles a
                   permanent "Cheshire grin".
    
                   Lauren glares down at Kitty. Shoos her away with her foot.
    
                                       LAUREN
                             Why can't he have a dog like a real
                             man?... Get away from me.
    
                   Kitty struts away, her white-tipped tail in the air.
    
    
    
                   INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY
    
                   The room is a contemporary vision in European styling. Glass,
                   marble, leather, high tech.
    
                   DONALD COOPER (60) fit for his age, deep tan, a heavy gold
                   Rolex on his wrist enters from the master bedroom. He wears a
                   towel around his waist. His thin gray hair is still wet from
                   the shower.
    
                   Kitty enters the room through the open glass doors. Donald
                   picks her up, pets her.
    
                                       DONALD
                                 (baby talk)
                             Hello Kitty. How's my favorite
                             little ***** today? 
    
                   Kitty purrs, loves his attention.
    
                   Donald turns his gaze out the glass doors to the pool deck.
    
                   Lauren catwalks by the infinity pool as if she was a model on
                   a photo shoot.
    
                   Donald strolls out onto the...
    
                   EXT. POOL DECK - DAY
    
                   ...where he scans the beach in the same direction the
                   telescope points to.
    
    
    
                   EXT. BEACH - DAY
    
                   Keith brings the binoculars down from his face. He stares at
                   Lauren and Donald. 
    
    
    
                   EXT. POOL DECK - DAY
    
                   Donald startles Lauren. She jumps. Quits posing.
    
                                       LAUREN
                             Jeez, Donald! You scared me. I
                             thought you were doing your work
                             out.
    
                   She slides up to him in a sexy feline way. She glances at
                   Kitty with contempt then kisses Donald.
    
                   Donald grabs her, his arm around her waist. Pulls her in
                   tight.
    
                                       DONALD
                             I rather do my work-out with you.
    
                   He pulls her close for a kiss. She pulls away.
    
                                       LAUREN
                             Maybe later, okay? I'm going down
                             to the beach for a little while. If
                             you don't mind of course.
    
                   Donald glances towards the telescope.
    
                                       DONALD
                             No, why would I?
    
                   Lauren grabs a towel from a pool chaise, hurries down the
                   wooden stairs to the beach. She spins around, blows Donald a
                   kiss.
    
                   Donald blows one back to her. He pets Kitty, while he watches
                   Lauren head over to the lifeguard tower.
    
    
    
                   EXT. BEACH - DAY
    
                   Lauren strides along the waters edge. The towel in her hand.
                   Hips sway from side to side. She glances towards Keith. A
                   smile beams on her face.
    
                   Keith notices her. His handsome face smiles back at her.
    
                   Lauren lays the towel down on the sand, sits down.
    
                   Keith jumps off the Lifeguard chair, strolls up to Lauren. 
    
                   They both glance towards Lauren's house. 
    
                   The house stands proudly. Donald is nowhere in sight.
    
                   Keith kneels down close to Lauren.
    
                                       KEITH
                             I've missed you.
    
                                       LAUREN
                             I've missed you too. I'm going
                             crazy at night when I'm in bed with
                             him. All I can think of is you.
    
    
    
                   EXT. POOL DECK - DAY
    
                   Donald exits the house.
    
                   With Kitty in his arms he steps toward the telescope. He
                   looks into the eye-piece.
    
                   THROUGH TELESCOPE
    
                   Lauren sits on the towel. Keith puts lotion on her back.
    
                                       KEITH (V.O.)
                             When do you want me to do it?
    
                                       LAUREN (V.O.)
                             Tomorrow morning. When he goes for
                             his swim.
    
                   Keith wipes his hands, gazes into her eyes.
    
                                       KEITH (V.O.)
                             So soon?
    
                                       LAUREN (V.O.)
                             I can't stand it anymore. Can't
                             stand his hands on me.
    
                   BACK TO SCENE
    
                   Donald pulls away from the telescope. He stares out over the
                   beach at Lauren and Keith.
    
                   Keith and Lauren embrace in a romantic kiss.
    
                   Donald pets Kitty. Kisses her on top of her head.
    
                                       DONALD
                             Tell me, Kitty. Is something going
                             on here during the day when I'm at
                             work?
    
                   Kitty rubs her head against Donald's face. She purrs.
    
                                       DONALD
                             I don't like that ******'s hands
                             all over my wife.
    
                   Kitty pins back her ears. Hisses.
    
                                       DONALD
                             He obviously doesn't know who's
                             wife he's dealing with.
    
                   Kitty licks his face. Rubs against him. Kitty loves him.
    
    
    
                   EXT. POOL DECK - DAY
    
                   The morning sun rises over the calm ocean.
    
                   Lauren sits at a table with her breakfast in front of her.
    
                   Donald enters through the open glass doors. He wears swim
                   shorts, a towel around his neck.
    
                                       DONALD
                             Just going for my--
    
                                       LAUREN
                             Are you going for your--
    
                                       DONALD/LAUREN
                             --swim.
    
                                       DONALD
                             I'll be back in thirty minutes.
    
                   Lauren watches him, shoots him a fake smile.
    
                                       LAUREN
                             Okay honey. Be careful out there.
                             Lots of riptides...
    
                   Donald moves on past her down to the beach. 
    
                   Lauren watches him go with an icy stare.
    
    
    
                   EXT. BEACH - DAY
    
                   Keith with binoculars pressed against his face. He follows
                   Donald as he enters the water.
    
                   Donald glances in Keith's direction. His eyes narrowed. He
                   proceeds into the water, begins to swim out.
    
                   EXT. POOL DECK - DAY
    
                   Lauren swings the telescope towards the sea, towards Donald.
                   She watches him swim out far.
    
                   EXT. LIFEGUARD TOWER - DAY
    
                   Keith sees Lauren behind the telescope. He turns his gaze
                   through the binoculars to Donald.
    
                   EXT. SEA - DAY
    
                   Donald swims with powerful strokes. He glances back at the
                   beach.
    
                   It's pretty far away. Not many people on the beach this
                   early. He sees Keith up on his perch.
    
                   Donald starts to flap his arms around. Fakes him drowning.
    
                                       DONALD
                             HELP! HELP!
    
                   EXT. POOL DECK - DAY
    
                   Lauren makes a double take through the telescope, swings it
                   around towards Keith.
    
                   EXT. LIFEGUARD TOWER - DAY
    
                   Keith stares at Donald surprised.
    
                   He turns to Lauren. He puts his hands up as if to say "What
                   the ****!"...
    
                   EXT. POOL DECK - DAY
    
                   Perplexed, Lauren stares at Keith. She shakes her head as if
                   to say "I have no idea?"...
    
                   EXT. LIFEGUARD TOWER - DAY
    
                   Keith puts away the binoculars, grabs his lifeguard gear,
                   jumps down then runs towards the water.
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    • #3
      Re: SIZZLING SUMMER WRITING entries

      SEX... DEATH ON THE BEACH ( Part 2 of 3 )

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                     EXT. SEA - DAY
      
                     Keith dives into the sea, swims out to Donald. 
      
                     Donald fakes drowning. He glares at Keith who swims towards
                     him.
      
                                         DONALD
                                   (to himself)
                               Come on you mother-******.
      
                     Keith swims closer, closer. He reaches Donald. For a moment
                     both men stare each other down then Donald swings at Keith,
                     punches him on the nose. Pow!
      
                     Keith's nose bleeds. He lunges at Donald. A wild fight breaks
                     out as they both attempt to drown each other.
      
                     EXT. POOL DECK - DAY
      
                     Lauren watches in horror as the two men fight.
      
                     Keith struggles. He spends a lot of time under water.
      
                     Lauren clenches her fists.
      
                                         LAUREN
                               Come on baby. Kill that *******.
      
                     EXT. SEA - DAY
      
                     Keith is in bad shape. Donald has his hands around his neck.
                     Keith goes under for a long time. Donald holds on tight.
      
                     After a moment, Donald relaxes some. Keith's body breaches
                     the surface. He's out. Donald pushes him under one more time
                     for good measure.
      
                     EXT. POOL DECK - DAY
      
                     Lauren covers her mouth in horror.
      
                     She paces back and forth on the deck.
      
                     EXT. SEA - DAY
      
                     Keith's dead body bobs up and down with the water. Donald
                     swims back to the beach.
      
      
      
                     INT. DINING ROOM - NIGHT
      
                     Donald and Lauren at the dinner table. Candles lit. Wine and
                     gourmet food on the table.
      
                     Donald eats with gusto. Lauren picks at her food. She is
                     quiet, looks upset. She drinks a glass of wine.
      
                     Kitty sits on a chair, watches them.
      
                                         DONALD
                               What's the matter? You're not happy
                               I survived?
      
                     Lauren fakes it.
      
                                         LAUREN
                               Of course honey. I'm just upset
                               because I realize... how close I
                               came to losing you.
      
                     Kitty pins back her ears, growls.
      
                     Lauren glare at the cat.
      
                     Donald shrugs, drinks some wine.
      
                                         DONALD
                               I feel bad about that poor
                               lifeguard. I don't know what came
                               over me? I guess I must have
                               panicked. That can happen you know.
      
                     Lauren is mortified.
      
                                         DONALD
                               You get a supernatural strength
                               almost. Heck, I don't even remember
                               exactly what happened?
      
                     Lauren's looks like she has an idea. She smiles to herself.
      
                                         LAUREN
                               You're right. Instead of thinking
                               what could have happened, let's
                               celebrate you're still here alive
                               and well. After all, that's all
                               that matters.
      
                     She picks up the wine glass.
      
                                         LAUREN
                               To Donald the amazing.
      
                     Donald smiles, raises his glass.
      
                                         DONALD
                               To us.
      
                     Lauren turns on the charm, flirts with him.
      
                                         LAUREN
                               Let's celebrate full force.
      
                     Donald gazes into her eyes with anticipation.
      
                                         DONALD
                               What do you have in mind?
      
                     She winks at him.
      
                                         LAUREN
                               Your favorite.
      
                     They clink their glasses together, "cheers" - drink.
      
      
      
                     EXT. POOL DECK - NIGHT
      
                     Donald sits on a lounge chair. His wrists are shackled behind
                     his back with handcuffs. He's got a choker around his neck.
                     Lauren holds on to the chain attached to it.
      
                     Kitty watches from another lounge chair.
      
                     Lauren gives him some wine. He gulps it down. She tightens
                     her grip on the chain.
      
                                         LAUREN
                               You'll get more too if you're a
                               good boy and do exactly what I tell
                               you to.
      
                     Donald nods.
      
                                         DONALD
                               Yes, Mistress.
      
                     Lauren tugs on the chain, pulls him up into a standing
                     position. She pulls him in tight, glares into his eyes.
      
                                         LAUREN
                               You shouldn't have killed him,
                               Donald.
      
                     Donald looks surprised.
      
                                         DONALD
                               What are you talking about?
      
                     He twists his hands. Feels the handcuffs. Nervous.
      
                                         LAUREN
                               Don't play innocent with me. I
                               watched you.
      
                     He takes a step away from her. She yanks him back, takes a
                     step closer to the pool.
      
                     Donald resists. She takes a firm grip on the chain. Pulls
                     hard. He stumbles. She pushes him into the pool.
      
                     Kitty watches, pins back her ears, hisses.
      
                     Lauren jumps into the pool. Donald thrashes about, struggles
                     to swim up to the surface.
      
                     Lauren pulls on the chain with both hands, forces his head
                     under the water.
      
                     Donald kicks wildly. Leans in to bite hear. He is unable to
                     do anything with his hands behind his back.
      
                     After a long struggle Donald's body goes limp then floats to
                     the pool surface.
      
                     Lauren climbs out of the pool out of breath.
      
                     Kitty growls.
      
                     Lauren pulls Donald's dead body to the edge then pulls him
                     out. She removes the handcuffs and the leather choker. There
                     are no marks on Donald.
      
                     Lauren rolls dead Donald onto his back. She gets up, grabs a
                     cell phone on the table, dials.
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      • #4
        Re: SIZZLING SUMMER WRITING entries

        SEX... DEATH ON THE BEACH ( Part 3 of 3 )

        Code:
                       INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
        
                       Lauren sits on the couch. She appears very upset. There's a
                       bottle of vodka on the coffee table. A glass in her hand.
        
                       Across from her sit two POLICEMEN. One of them writes on a
                       note pad. The other one asks questions.
        
                                           LAUREN
                                     (sniffles)
                                 I don't know... It's so horrible...
                                 All I can think is... he was so
                                 upset about the lifeguard who
                                 drowned... and he drank too much
                                 then he was just too... too drunk
                                 to swim.
        
                       Policeman #1 watches her closely while Policeman #2 writes.
                       Policeman #1 glances around the luxurious living room.
        
                                           POLICEMAN #1
                                 How long were you married?
        
                       Kitty enters the room. She takes a seat on the couch. 
        
                       Lauren glares at her then gets back to business. She cries.
        
                                           LAUREN
                                 Only six months.
        
                                           POLICEMAN #1
                                 Would you say your marriage was
                                 good?
        
                                           LAUREN
                                 Yes! We loved each other very much.
                                 We were very close.
        
                       Kitty pins back her ears hisses, growls.
        
                       The two policemen glance surprised at Kitty.
        
                                           POLICEMAN #1
                                 Is that your cat?
        
                                           LAUREN
                                 She's was my husband's little
                                 darling.
        
        
        
                       INT. BATHROOM - NIGHT
        
                       A big luxurious bath. Lauren lies submerged in a heart shaped
                       whirlpool tub full of bubble-bath surrounded by lit candles.
                       Her arm dangles over the edge. A bottle of vodka clasped in
                       her hand. She takes a swig.
        
                                           LAUREN
                                 I'm glad you're gone... I'm pissed
                                 you had to take Keith with you
                                 though... I really liked him.
        
                       Kitty enters the bathroom.
        
                                           LAUREN
                                 What do you want?
        
                       She downs another slug of vodka.
        
                                           LAUREN
                                 Just so you know, as soon as the
                                 pound opens tomorrow, you're
                                 history...
        
                       Kitty jumps up on the counter near the tub. She stretches,
                       watches herself in the wall to wall mirror.
        
                       She sits down, licks her paw, fixes her yellow eyes on the
                       back of Lauren's head.
        
                       Lauren turns around, glares at Kitty.
        
                                           LAUREN
                                 I can't stand that ugly grin of
                                 yours.
        
                       She turns back.
        
                                           LAUREN
                                 Never understood what he saw in
                                 you.
        
                       Kitty tip-toes around the many items on the counter. She sits
                       down by a flat-iron plugged into the electrical outlet
        
                       Her yellow eyes dart from the iron to Lauren and back. A
                       grin. The Cheshire grin. Menacing.
        
                       Kitty swipes hard at the flat-iron. It drops into the water.
        
                       Lauren spasms. Drops the bottle. The Vodka bottle cracks when
                       it hits the marble floor. Vodka pours onto the bathroom tiled
                       floor.
        
                       Lauren spasms wildly in the tub. She knocks one of the
                       candles down. It lands in the vodka. Flames dance around the
                       tub.
        
                       Kitty jumps down. Struts out of the bathroom. Her white
                       tipped tail flicks arrogantly in the air.
        
                                                                      FADE OUT:
        
        
        
                                                 THE END
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        • #5
          Re: SIZZLING SUMMER WRITING entries

          THE SAND CASTLES

          Code:
                         FADE IN:
          
                         EXT. SEASHORE BEACH - DAY
          
                         A hot sun bakes the holiday crowd on a sizzling summer day.
          
                         HAROLD, (about 10 years old), labors upon a small plot of 
                         sand near the high water mark. With a waxed milk carton as 
                         his only tool, he scoops damp sand from a moat and constructs 
                         the ramparts of a sand castle about a yard long on each side.
          
                         Teenagers and adults walk along the wave-swept portion of 
                         the beach and give a passing glance at the construction 
                         project. Small children point it out to one another, laugh 
                         with glee, and scamper off.
          
                         Harold smooths the domes of the corner towers; and, satisfied 
                         with his efforts, he steps back to admire it.
          
                         A GREY-HAIRED MAN, (in his 60s), shuffles up from the water's 
                         edge and offers Harold a handful of sea shells.
          
                                               GREY-HAIRED MAN
                                   Nice work, kid. Would you want to 
                                   use these to decorate it?
          
                                               HAROLD
                                        (taking the sea shells)
                                   Sure. Thanks, mister.
          
                         Harold arranges the shells upon the domes and castle's gate.
          
                         He steps away from his sand castle and searches for more 
                         shells on the wave swept portion of the beach. From there, 
                         he sees a gang of TEENAGE RUFFIANS race toward his castle.
          
                         Feet batter the ramparts and explode them into clouds of 
                         sand. Domes crumble into the moat. The molded arches of the 
                         castle's gate disappear under the trample of giants.
          
                                               HAROLD
                                   Hey! Why'd you do that? That was 
                                   mine!
          
                                               TEENAGE RUFFIAN #1
                                   Thought you were finished with it.
          
                                               TEENAGE RUFFIAN #2
                                   Yeah. No one was guarding it.
          
                                               TEENAGE RUFFIAN #3
                                   Tough luck.
          
                                               TEENAGE RUFFIAN #4
                                   What'cha gonna do about it? Huh?
          
                         Harold realizes that he is outnumbered and outsized. He shades 
                         his eyes against the glare of the Sun. He summons up as strong 
                         a warning as one can muster in the face of an unfair battle.
          
                                               HAROLD
                                   Don't do it, again, okay? I'm warning 
                                   you.
          
                                               TEENAGE RUFFIAN #4
                                        (laughing)
                                   Look at who's warning us off.
          
                                               TEENAGE RUFFIAN #1
                                   Look, you little jerk, this is a 
                                   public beach. You don't tell us what 
                                   to do. Get it?
          
                                               TEENAGE RUFFIAN #2
                                   Build another castle, if you want, 
                                   but you'd better guard it.
          
                                               TEENAGE RUFFIAN #3
                                   Don't even bother. We'll smash it, 
                                   too!
          
                         The Teenage Ruffians walk off down the beach and kick up 
                         clouds of sand to taunt Harold.
          
                         LATER
          
                         Harold digs a deep hole in the midst of the sand castle's 
                         ruins.
          
                         Harold speaks with the Grey-Haired Man, who responds by 
                         pointing up to a spot in the sand dunes behind the high water 
                         mark. Harold marches off in that direction.
          
                         LATER STILL
          
                         The hole and ruins have been replaced by a new sand castle. 
                         Wet sand glistens in the sunlight. Ramparts reach twice as 
                         high as before, and domed towers rise up from the ramparts, 
                         rather than the corners of the castle. The fortress has no 
                         gate, and just a handful of sea shells adorn its walls.
          
                         Harold scoops out a deeper moat and piles the sand along an 
                         outer wall. With a stick, he scratches a warning sign on the 
                         new castle's walls: "Don't Touch".
          
                         Harold shade his eyes from the Sun's glare. He steps back to 
                         admire his new construction. He glances up and down the beach, 
                         then walks into the breaking waves, to wait chest-deep in 
                         the water, facing the beach.
          
                         Coming down the beach, the gang of Teenage Ruffians returns. 
                         They spot the new castle, glance about for Harold, then 
                         assemble to conduct their siege.
          
                         IN THE WAVES
          
                         Harold turns to one side, kicks off, and swims parallel to 
                         the beach. About a hundred feet further down the beach, he 
                         washes ashore with the waves. He spots the Grey-Haired Man.
          
                                               GREY-HAIRED MAN
                                   Want some more shells for your castle?
          
                                               HAROLD
                                   No thanks.
          
                                               GREY-HAIRED MAN
                                   Did you find those clumps of 
                                   driftwood?
          
                                               HAROLD
                                   Yeah. It was exactly what I needed 
                                   to shore up and reinforce the walls 
                                   of my castle.
          
                         FADE OUT.
          TRIAL FORUMS


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