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Old 02-08-2015, 08:20 AM   #1
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Well here we are again, welcome to this year's Valentine's Day short script contest. Most of the following blurb stolen from previous contest threads...

There are 5 entries, sorted into random order by internet magic:

What Happens in Vegas...
Lucky Devil
The New Girl
A Novel Idea
With Love From Russia

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Shout if you detect any errors in your entry, I'll correct ASAP.

As suggested previously, consider making notes as you read each entry, maybe award star ratings for character, dialogue, setting, etc. Treat every entry as the winner -- until you read something better that pushes it further down your pick-list.

Once you pick your 1st, 2nd and 3rd top choices, PM or email these to me (dpaterson57@gmail.com). I'd appreciate receiving them in the format:

1st - title
2nd - title
3rd - title

Please don't vote for your own entry. If this were allowed, everyone would do it, so it's pretty pointless.

Voting deadline: midnight on Saturday 14th February!

After the vote results are announced, reader feedback is invited for discussion and improvement. Please hold your comments until then, in case it influences voting (unlikely, but who knows).

Enjoy!

Edit: for posterity, the results thread is here.
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What Happens In Vegas... EXT. LAS VEGAS STRIP - NIGHT Sin City in all its splendor. The strip is a playground for sparkling lights and floundering dreams. But our place isn't here, we're headed downtown, to the -- EXT. GOLDEN NUGGET GAMBLING HALL - NIGHT A vintage picture come to life: a 1978 Mustang roars down the street. Followed by a different `70s vehicle. Another one. A LOVEY-DOVEY COUPLE emerges from around a corner, walking hand in hand in bell bottom pants. A TATTOOED GUY approaches. He impedes their path, whips out a SWITCHBLADE, robs them. The two SCREAM for help, but their cries go unanswered. We're in a different time... And a much seedier Vegas. INT. GOLDEN NUGGET GAMBLING HALL - HALLWAY - SAME A suited figure moves briskly through a dark hallway. His shoes CLIP CLOP on the tile as he approaches a doorway. Testosterone-charged SHOUTING emanates from that opening. VOICES (O.S.) Hey, take it easy!/What? With this thing here? You ****in' kiddin me?! INT. GOLDEN NUGGET GAMBLING HALL - ROOM - CONTINUOUS The suited figure, VINCENZO (50s), steps inside, an air of authority accompanies him. He finds -- THREE ITALIAN MEN, all impeccably dressed, standing at a table in the center of the room. VINCENZO What's so important that you's couldn't tell me over the phone? WISEGUY Boss. You gotta see this one for yourself... As the wiseguy steps aside, we stay on Vincenzo. He takes in whatever mystery is before him. His eyebrows raise in awe. VINCENZO Oh. SLAM TO: INT. GOLDEN NUGGET GAMBLING HALL - CASINO FLOOR - NIGHT Desperate suckers with newfound faith in God run amok. Slot machines shower quarters on blue-haired old ladies. Nearby, a craps table erupts in CHEER. Everybody's a winner! SUPERIMPOSE: FORTY-FIVE MINUTES EARLIER BLACKJACK TABLE THOMAS MILLS (40s) enjoys the fortuitous streak as well. He sits before a mound of chips, watching cards with pinpoint, laser-like focus. The DEALER distributes two QUEENS to Thomas; an excellent hand. The dealer's face card shows a KING. Thomas contemplates, looks to a woman sitting beside him... THOMAS What do you think, Mrs. Mills? KITTY MILLS (30s), Farrah Fawcett hair, dressed like a disco queen, yells to the dealer: KITTY Hit him! THOMAS You sure about that, pumpkin patch? She looks to him, jaw working on a piece of gum like it's training for competitive eating. KITTY Am I? Thomas gives her a wink. She smiles, looks to the dealer with renewed confidence. KITTY (CONT'D) I said, "hit him!" DEALER Sir? THOMAS Please, call me Thomas. And you heard the lady. The dealer shrugs, then passes Thomas... an ACE! Looks confused by that deal. Kitty squeals with joy. The dealer turns over his second card: a JACK. An improbable victory for Thomas. As the nonplussed dealer shoves more chips Thomas's way -- Three Italian men approach: the same guys from the opening. The brutish one never speaks, he's the enforcer. ITALIAN MAN (to Thomas) Good evening, sir. THOMAS Hey, Happy Valentine's Day! ITALIAN MAN Sorry to trouble you, but we'd like to ask you to come with us. THOMAS Where to? WISEGUY Based on your outstanding play, management would like to comp you a room. THOMAS No way, that's far out! The lovebirds hug, then smooch. KITTY The Penthouse Suite, baby! THOMAS Only the best for my Valentine. (to the men) Sounds groovy, gentlemen, but we'll only accept on one condition. ITALIAN MAN What's that, sir? THOMAS You gotta stop calling me "sir!" (laughs) I'm Thomas, this is my wife, Kitty. WISEGUY What's your condition... Thomas? THOMAS That was my condition. WISEGUY Right this way, please. As Thomas and Kitty get up-- ITALIAN MAN She can stay. Thomas and Kitty look to one another, don't like the sound of that. Thomas looks to the men: THOMAS Actually, guys, I'd prefer if she came with me. WISEGUY And we'd prefer if she stayed. KITTY Dream on! Thomas doesn't know what to make of these two. He turns to Kitty, apologetically: THOMAS Buttersnap, this should only take a minute or two. Will you stay here and watch the chips? KITTY But this is our Honeymoon, Thomas! THOMAS I know, I know-- KITTY You promised! Always and forever, no matter wherever! THOMAS Kitty, I'm not running out on you. I'm simply taking advantage of an extremely kind offer. KITTY Well in that case, you should have no problem putting this on... She removes a SMALL DEVICE from her purse, looks like a watch. However, where the clock face should be, a white light blinks intermittently. The Italian men regard it with inquiring eyes. Thomas looks less than thrilled. THOMAS Come on, Kitty. KITTY Take it. THOMAS Isn't this a bit much? ITALIAN MAN (O.S.) What's that you got there? THOMAS (to Italian man) A trust issue. KITTY Take it, Thomas! Right now! Thomas acquiesces, places the device around his wrist. It seems to lock and tighten on its own. WISEGUY (O.S.) That a watch of some sort? THOMAS Yeah, you could say that. ITALIAN MAN Follow us, sir. The Italian men head off, Thomas doesn't move. They look back to him: ITALIAN MAN (CONT'D) Sir...? (beat) Thomas. Please follow us. He smiles, gives Kitty a hug. THOMAS Be back soon. KITTY And if you're not? Kitty looks to him, something menacing coalescing in her eyes. THOMAS Hey, hey, hey... We said "no violence," remember? (beat) Just hang loose, Pop Tart, I'll be back before you know it. Kitty mulls it over. Seems satisfied. KITTY Okay. May the force be with you. Thomas heads to the men, Kitty watches him go. Then, she pulls what looks to be an iPad mini from her purse. ON THE SONAR SCREEN: A white dot moves farther away from a central point. DEALER (O.S.) Miss? Excuse me, miss? KITTY Yes? DEALER Personally, I don't care how your husband finagled the cards, but usually it's customary to tip your dealer after such an impressive streak. KITTY I'll remember that, thank you. DEALER I meant as in now. You should tip me now if it's not too much trouble. Kitty pushes a stack of chips his way, clearly the amount is of no importance to her. KITTY Happy Valentine's Day. DEALER Whoa! Thank you, miss! Thank you! God bless you. She returns her attention to the screen. INT. GOLDEN NUGGET GAMBLING HALL - ROOM - NIGHT We're back in the opening room. All eyes on Vincenzo, standing in the doorway. He approaches the table, stupefied by what he sees. WISEGUY See? You never would've believed this! ITALIAN MAN Kinda thing you gotta see for yourself, no? Vincenzo looks to the subject. We hear sounds of COUGHING and haggard breaths. VINCENZO Who are you? WISEGUY Should ask, "what are you?" ON THE TABLE -- Thomas lies on his back, beaten, bloodied, though not covered in crimson. He bleeds DARK GREEN. The white light on his wrist continues to blink. VINCENZO Can you speak? Thomas tries, but the boys put a number on him. Vincenzo looks to his men, agitated. VINCENZO (CONT'D) The **** would you keep hittin' him for if he's bleedin' green?! ITALIAN MAN That's the thing. The blood, it was... delayed. VINCENZO Delayed? ITALIAN MAN Yeah. Frankie was explainin' the price for counting cards, right? So then Sonny starts hittin' him. Bam. Bam. Over and over. I'm tryin' to find the prick's ID, but he ain't got nothing on `im-- KITTY (O.S.) That's because he's not from your planet. The men look to the doorway. Kitty holds a CRYSTAL SPHERE in her outstretched hand. WISEGUY That's the broad he came here with! VINCENZO (to Kitty) You mind explaining what the **** is goin' on? KITTY Step away from my husband. Now. VINCENZO Or what? You gonna throw that ball at us? KITTY I promised I wouldn't be violent. VINCENZO Smart girl... But unfortunately for you, we've made no such promises. The wiseguys pull out .357 MAGNUM REVOLVERS. A show of power. VINCENZO (CONT'D) Talk. KITTY We're on our Honeymoon and wanted to spend it here, at your casino. Earthlings are generally a fun species to be around. We also admire your holidays, especially romantic ones like Valentine's Day. WISEGUY Told you, just like the cinema. They're ****in' aliens! KITTY And now we'll be going home. VINCENZO No. You's ain't goin' nowhere. There's big money in this. Kitty calmly puts the sphere on the ground, rolls it to them. ITALIAN MAN The **** is that? The sphere stops at their feet. A white-hot glow emits. Then -- THE SPHERE SUCKS THEM IN! The miniature wiseguys, now trapped inside, scream and fire shots at the spherical walls. It's cute. Kitty approaches the table, her jaw once again smacking on gum. KITTY So, if we're not supposed to talk about what happens here, how are we gonna explain your contusions? Thomas forces a smile, gives her a wink. [end]
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Lucky Devil FADE IN: INT. LUCKY DEVIL OFFICE - DAY A TOUGH GUY who looks like a mob hit man sits facing the desk. He stares in confusion at the nameplate, which says: "LUCKY DEVIL RIVAL ELIMINATION ENTERPRISES." HAL (ageless) - red-haired and devilishly handsome - leans forward from behind the desk to shake Tough Guy's hand. HAL Hal Highwater at your service. TOUGH GUY I'm running for school council. They told me you could help with my campaign strategy. HAL My mistake. Hal opens a drawer and sifts through a pile of nameplates for other professions, including Financial Analysts, Pharmaceuticals, Property Reassignment Specialists... until he finds: "LUCKY DEVIL POLITICAL STRATEGISTS." Hal replaces the nameplate with this. The Tough Guy relaxes. HAL You see, diversification is the key to our success. INT. MORGAN'S APARTMENT - DAY MORGAN (30s) -- the pretty, earnest girl who sat in the front row of all her classes -- SLAMS the front door on the glimpse of a man hurrying away down the corridor. BATHROOM Morgan throws stuff from the medicine cabinet into a box labelled "BEN." A razor, shaving cream, and toothbrush. WALK-IN CLOSET Morgan thrusts a baseball cap and ratty jacket into the BEN box. Finds a running shoe, holds it up to her foot. Too big. The pair goes in the box. Deeper in the closet, she stacks the box with others labelled NIELS, ZANE, CARLOS, YUAN, WILLIAM, ROGER, and more. INT. MORGAN'S APARTMENT - DAY Morgan sprawls on the couch using a gun controller to shoot at video game bad guys. MORGAN Got you in the eye, *******! She tosses the controller aside and shuts off the game. Wakes up her tablet computer and looks down at its display. ON SCREEN A large ad for Lucky Devil Matchmakers appears on her Facebook page. She moves the cursor over it. Hovers there, considering. Then she clicks on the ad. INT. MORGAN'S APARTMENT - EVENING Morgan eats dinner with wine. She pauses to check her tablet. ON SCREEN "Lucky Devil Matchmakers presents your Perfect Match: ANDRE GOLDMUND." Underneath is ANDRE's photo: He's like Morgan's counterpart, a male sexy librarian with stylish glasses. BACK TO SCENE MORGAN (reads) Likes broccoli... She glances at her fork, with a speared chunk of broccoli. MORGAN And Spanish garnacha wine. Shifts her gaze to the wine bottle: a Spanish garnacha. MORGAN Stephen King fan; owns signed photo. With growing amazement, she looks at a poster on the wall: the classic/crazy shot of Jack Nicholson in "The Shining." MORGAN Graduated from Brown. Works in high tech. She shoots a glance at her diploma: an M.S. in Computer Science from Brown University. MORGAN Has a thing for flip-flops. She lifts her flip-flop-wearing feet triumphantly. MORGAN Omigod! INT. MORGAN'S APARTMENT - NIGHT Morgan at her most stunning opens the door to an equally well- groomed Andre. Both suddenly grow shy and awkward. ANDRE Morgan? MORGAN Yeah. ANDRE You look nice. MORGAN You too. ANDRE Ready? She nods and they leave together. The hands of a clock beside the door begin moving rapidly. HAL (V.O.) We employ a little magic to ensure Morgan has far and away the best date of her rather pathetic life. After an hour zooms by, two WORKERS wearing Lucky Devil badges open the door stealthily. One of them pockets a lock- picking tool. They go into the bedroom. HAL (V.O.) We expect she'll need an added incentive to seal the deal. The clock hands scoot forward five minutes. The Workers return from the bedroom and exit the place. The clock hands zip around till they hit midnight. The door BANGS open. Morgan and Andre, wrapped together, nearly fall into the room. Morgan kicks the door shut. Andre presses Morgan against the wall, his tongue down her throat. He pulls back long enough to speak. ANDRE Bedroom? They stumble towards it. Her lips locked with Andre's, Morgan shoots a glance into the BEDROOM Where the boxes labelled with the names of her ex-boyfriends are now piled on the bed. LIVING ROOM Morgan whips Andre around with surprising force. MORGAN The couch! She steers him partway there, but he resists. ANDRE No, the bed. He moves her back that way. She pulls away from him. MORGAN It's a mess in there! ANDRE You don't know mess till you've seen my place. She throws herself between him and the door. They wrestle as he tries to get past her, Andre enjoying it. ANDRE Afraid I'll see your dirty underwear? He gets past her. MORGAN No! BEDROOM Andre stops cold, staring at the men's names on the boxes. ANDRE Who are all these guys? MORGAN Nobody. I barely knew them. ANDRE Knew them? He takes off into the LIVING ROOM He does a double-take on Jack Nicholson's crazy eyes in "The Shining" poster before bolting to the door. Morgan follows him. MORGAN I can't throw stuff away. It's an illness. ANDRE At least bury them for god's sake! Morgan watches bleakly as he disappears out the door. INT. MORGAN'S APARTMENT - NIGHT Morgan sprawls on the couch playing video game shoot `em up and drinking tequila straight from the bottle. MORGAN (drunken slur) Take that, bitch! THE POWER GOES OUT, pitching the room into darkness. SOUND of the front door softly OPENING and CLOSING. Morgan freezes in place, holding her breath. Light FOOTSTEPS cross the room. Flame shoots out of a man's mouth, lighting a candle on the table. HAL Hello, Morgan. Hal Highwater from Lucky Devil at your service. She runs to the door. Grabs the knob but can't turn it. HAL Calm yourself, dear. At Lucky Devil, we don't give up until the match is made. Mr. Goldmund just needs a little nudge, a service we're happy to provide. She looks him over, keeping her distance. MORGAN Go on. HAL We deliver Mr. Goldmund's undying love, you let him move in, and he's yours to keep, free and clear. MORGAN How naive do you think I am? Tell me how you end up with my soul. HAL Remain true to him until death do you part and we get nothing. But if you ever dump him, expect a change in domicile to warmer parts. MORGAN What the hal, I mean hell, lemme see the contract. Hal whips out his iPad. Slides it across the table to her. MORGAN Where's the ancient scroll and quill pen? HAL It's the twenty-first century. Morgan skims the document. She blinks as she tries to read it, her head swimming from the alcohol. Hal starts to pull the iPad away. HAL I see. You don't need my help. You're clearly an expert at attracting men in large quantities. Morgan puts a finger on the device to hold it. HAL Just because Mr. Goldmund was scientifically calculated to be your perfect match doesn't mean you couldn't be happy with someone far less compatible. MORGAN Give me that iPad. She snatches the device and touches the signature line. Her signature appears in full. Her eyelids flutter and close. Her head falls on the table as she passes out. Hal blows out the candle. The room goes black. INT. MORGAN'S APARTMENT - DAY Morgan opens her door and Andre sweeps her into his arms. ANDRE I was thinking about you all night. Or at least since around four a.m. It feels like magic. MORGAN Magic? Uh, I'm sure there's nothing supernatural going on. ANDRE I meant the magic of love. MORGAN Oh, right. He reaches back into the hall and grabs a suitcase. Sets it inside the apartment. Morgan looks uncertainly at the suitcase. But she brightens again as her gaze shifts back to Andre's adoring face. ANDRE (PRE-LAP) Your place is much nicer than mine. INT. ANDRE'S HOUSE - BASEMENT ROOM - DAY BOB GOLDMUND, wearing latex gloves, picks up this pigsty. ANDRE'S MOTHER (O.S.) (shouts from upstairs) Bob, you sure he's not coming back? BOB GOLDMUND Got it in writing. ANDRE'S MOTHER (O.S.) Oh thank god! A photo of the Campbell High School Football Team hangs on the wall. Signed by Stephen King, quarterback. HAL (V.O.) It's not such an unusual name. Bob Goldmund tosses empty alcohol bottles into a bin. HAL (V.O.) Sure he likes Spanish garnacha. It's got alcohol in it. A diploma from Brown Shoes Dance Academy rests on the shelf. HAL (V.O.) See, he went to Brown. And he busses tables at Twitter. Bob Goldmund grabs a heap of filthy clothing and shoves them in a garbage can. HAL (V.O.) But he did lie about the broccoli. INT. LUCKY DEVIL OFFICE - DAY Nameplate: "LUCKY DEVIL ADULT CHILD LAUNCHING SERVICE." Hal reviews a document at his desk. ON CONTRACT An agreement to get ANDRE GOLDMUND permanently out of the parental home, signed by BOB GOLDMUND. BACK TO SCENE Hal opens a drawer and files the contract under "SOULS DUE." HAL (V.O.) Diversification. When one approach succeeds, we don't sweat the other. INT. BROWN SHOES DANCE ACADEMY - DAY HAL (V.O.) Because sometimes, through no fault of our own, we accidentally deliver what the customer didn't know she wanted all along. Morgan and Andre dance in harmony. From the tender way she looks at him, it seems he's perfect for her after all. FADE OUT. [end]
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The New Girl EXT. BUS STOP - DAY CURT, a nerdy looking high-schooler stands idly at the bus stop. Hid hands are shoved deep in his pockets and headphones plug his ears. TREY and BRETT, a couple jocks in their letterman football jackets are flirting with EMILY. Curt stares straight ahead, day dreaming, unaware of his surroundings. Brett whispers something to Emily and Trey, then points at Curt. The trio LAUGHS. Curt snaps back to reality. He looks at Brett. BRETT What are you looking at, ***got? The bus pulls up. INT. BUS - DAY Curt sits himself near the front. As Trey gets on the bus, he smacks Curt in the face. Emily GIGGLES behind him. Brett hucks a loogie, and spits on Curt's shirt. BRETT Sorry. Meant to hit your face. The bus door shuts and the bus slowly creeps forward. From outside the bus we hear: BRITNEY Wait! Wait! Curt looks and sees BRITNEY, a cute high-school girl, running towards the bus. She's dressed in a formal skirt and shirt, as if she is about to go to Catholic school. The bus slams to a stop. Brett who hasn't seated himself yet, falls to the ground near the back of the bus. He stands up, turns to the front, and shouts at the bus driver. BRETT What the ****, guy! LAUGHTER erupts from pretty much everyone. INT. BUS - DAY Britney stands next to Curt. BRITNEY Is this seat taken? Curt stares at the empty seat next to him. He shakes his head, no. BRITNEY (CONT'D) Awesome. She sits down next to him. BRITNEY (CONT'D) It's cool if I sit here, right? He nods. They sit silently. Finally, she notices the spit on his shirt. She opens her backpack, grabs a couple tissues, and reaches for Curt's chest. He squirms away. BRITNEY (CONT'D) Oh, sorry... I was just trying to help... He gently grabs the tissues from her and wipes his own shirt. He awkwardly crumples the tissues up and stuff them in his pocket. INT. SCHOOL - HALLWAY - DAY Curt walks down the hall carrying a couple books. Brett walks by and smashes them on the ground. A folder full of loose drops on the ground. Curt bends down. Brett looks down. BRETT Let me help you out, buddy... He rears back his leg and punts the folder across the hall. Papers fly everywhere. One paper floats down the hall and lands beneath a giant "VALENTINE'S DAY DANCE -- THIS FRIDAY" sign. INT. SCHOOL - MATH CLASS Curt sits near the front. Emily, sits to his left. Trey and Brett are seated behind her. Britney sits way in the corner. The date -- THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 13TH is written on the board. The bell RINGS. Emily stands up. Curt looks up. CURT Hey, uh, Em, Emily? She turns. EMILY (snarky) What? CURT Do you want to go to the dance tomorrow? She flips her hair. EMILY Yeah. Curt smiles. EMILY (CONT'D) But not with you. Brett falls out his chair LAUGHING. TREY Re-ject-ed! Curt lowers his head on his desk. The class slowly files out. As Britney passes by, she pats him reassuringly on the back. BRITNEY You can do better. He doesn't look up. INT. CURT'S HOUSE - CURT'S BEDROOM - NIGHT Curt looks at a framed picture on his desk. It's of a 40 year old man in a military uniform. CURT I miss you dad. Tomorrow I'll come visit. I promise this time. He scribbles down some words on a notepad, then switches off his light. EXT. BUS STOP - DAY Curt stands there, no head phones. Head held high. He smiles. Emily stares at him. EMILY What...? Curt smiles a bit wider. BRETT Did your mom say yes? Trey CHUCKLES and the two exchange high fives. The bus pulls up. The group files on. Britney chases it in the background again. INT. BUS - DAY Curt sits near the front again. Emily looks up as she walks by, not making eye contact. Trey saunters by... TREY You're one lucky guy, Curt. I heard your mom always puts out on the first date. Brett LAUGHS as he climbs up the bus stairs. He plops down next to Curt. Brett playfully grabs a hold of Curt's inner thigh. BRETT What's up, buddy? Britney gets on, and stops next to Brett and Curt. BRITNEY You're in my seat... BRETT Excuse me? BRITNEY This is my seat. BRETT Who the hell would wanna sit next to his loser? Brett turns to Curt. BRETT (CONT'D) She your sister or something? Britney CLEARS HER THROAT. The bus starts moving. Britney stumbles, but keeps her balance. BRETT (CONT'D) Fine. He stands up, but first turns to Curt. He leans in and whispers. BRETT (CONT'D) You seriously creep Emily out. If I catch you even looking at her... I'll bury you. Brett playfully smacks Curt on the chest. BRETT (CONT'D) Have a nice day, buddy! He bumps by Britney, knocking her into the seat across the aisle. INT. SCHOOL - HALLWAY - CURT'S LOCKER - DAY Curt packs all his books and supplies into his bag. His locker sits empty. The bell RINGS. Curt smiles. SLAM. Brett shoves him hard into the locker. BRETT Wooo! Time to get loaded! He runs down the hallway. EXT. BUS STOP - DAY Curt exits the bus. Britney right behind him. As Curt walks down the street his backpack rips... and all his stuff falls to the ground. Britney rushes up and helps him out. They rapidly pick up books together. There hands touch on the last one. They look at each other. An awkward silence. BRITNEY Uh, so what's with all the books anyway? Are you moving? He shakes his head. CURT I was going to visit my dad tonight. BRITNEY Oh.. You're not going to the dance? CURT I don't have a date. She smiles. BRITNEY Well, now you do... He smiles. CURT I'll pick you up at 7? (beat) Well, my mom... and me... I don't have my license yet. She smiles. BRITNEY I can't wait. EXT. STREET - DAY Curt approaches his house. However, Brett and Trey block the way. BRETT What the hell are you beaming about? (beat) You get your first period? Trey SNICKERS. BRETT (CONT'D) We're here to double-team your mom. Brett reaches up for a high five... but gets with Curt's fist instead. Brett drops to the ground, blood streaming from his nose. Curt looks down at the bloody Brett. CURT Here... let me help you with that. He kicks him right in the face. Trey raises his fists to fight. Brett squirms on the ground. Curt leans down to Brett. CURT (CONT'D) If I ever see you around here again... I will bury you. Curt turns around non-chalantly and walks to his front. Try helps up Brett and the two walk away. INT. CURT'S HOUSE - CURT'S BEDROOM - DAY Curt enters his room. He sits down at his desk and looks at the photo of his dad. CURT Plans have changed, dad. Looks like I won't be seeing you after all. He looks at his notepad. It reads: "Mom, I'm sorry to have to put you through this... but I feel like I just don't belong here anymore. I miss dad and I feel it would be best if I join him in heaven. I will always love you. Love, Curtis." He crumples it up and tosses it in the garbage. [end]
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A Novel Idea EXT. THE LOVERS KNOT BOOKSHOP - DAY The shop nestles between an Apple store and a deli, its bay windows and green awning looking old fashioned and out of place. INT. THE LOVERS KNOT - DAY Racks and tables of books dot the room. Large posters line the walls. In one poster, a woman in Edwardian dress sits at a desk, holding a fountain pen. The banner above her head reads "Classic Romance." Another poster advertises "Hint of Mystery" and shows a 1940's era femme fatale in a trench coat, a hat pulled low over her face. A female CLERK (20s, ponytail, bored expression) unfurls the newest poster. The Clerk climbs on a step stool to hang the poster. Her body covers most of it but the words "Available Now" are visible just above her head. As the Clerk steps down, the rest of the poster is revealed. It's a book cover. The title, THE LADY BOSS is written in swirly script, and below that is the title character herself: a gorgeous woman with straight, dark hair and glasses, wearing too-high heels, a too-tight skirt, and a blouse straining to cover her breasts. The Clerk glances from the Lady Boss to the poster beside it -- an old-fashioned bodice ripper cover featuring a heaving bosomed heroine with flowing red hair in the arms of a bare chested hunk. Its title - THE PIRATE'S LADY. The Clerk looks down at at cardboard box on the floor, bends over, and starts unpacking copy after copy of The Lady Boss. INT. THE LOVERS KNOT - NIGHT The Clerk lingers in the doorway, juggling her purse and a handful of books. She flips the lightswitch and the shop darkens. The sound of keys jangling, turning in the lock. Then silence. THE PIRATE'S LADY (O.S.) God, I thought she'd never leave. THE PIRATE'S LADY has come to life. She stretches, steps out of her poster, and shakes out the wrinkles in her dress. Her bare chested HUNK climbs out of the poster as well. He flexes his back, it cracks. HUNK I'm gonna catch a smoke with the guys. He jerks his thumb toward a cluster of other romance HEROES huddled in one corner of the shop. There's a MUSKETEER, a HARD BOILED DETECTIVE and COWBOY. The Pirate's Lady nods as her Hunk exits the scene. She smooths her hair, and turns to THE LADY BOSS. THE PIRATE'S LADY It's okay, hon. We're alone. The Lady Boss kicks of her heels and MOANS with relief. THE LADY BOSS I have a desk in my book. Why can't I have a desk on the cover? The Pirate's Lady clucks sympathetically as the Lady Boss rubs her calves. THE PIRATE'S LADY You're selling well for the first day. She nods at the stack of books. The Lady Boss follows her gaze. THE LADY BOSS My author will be pleased. She says I'm empowered and sex-positive, whatever that means. THE PIRATE'S LADY It means you get to be on top sometimes. The Lady Boss pushes aside a few of her books and hops up on the table. THE LADY BOSS You don't? THE PIRATE'S LADY It's mostly standing up. Or bent over the ship's railing. THE LADY BOSS I get bent over a desk in chapter three. THE PIRATE'S LADY Do you like it? THE LADY BOSS Not really. The stapler digs in my chest-- She bites her lip. Looks around the room. Drops her voice. THE LADY BOSS I don't want to sound ungrateful but... sometimes I think my author didn't think things through. The Lady Pirate pulls up the step stool, takes a seat on the stop step and spreads her voluminous skirt all around her. THE PIRATE'S LADY How so? The Lady Boss swings her legs back and forth, looks up, as if trying to find the right words on the ceiling. THE LADY BOSS Well... I'm supposed to be ready for sex anytime. Which is great. In theory. But biologically, it means I'm secreting vaginal fluids all the time. That's not sexy. That's causing a rash. THE PIRATE'S LADY At least you have a vagina. THE LADY BOSS You don't? THE PIRATE'S LADY I'm not sure. My author always calls it "down there." I'm tingling "down there". THE PIRATE'S LADY I feel myself trembling "down there." Am I getting eaten out or ****ed in the ass? I could have a phantom limb for all I know. A loud GASP comes from across the shop. It's the EDWARDIAN WOMAN from the Classic Romance poster. EDWARDIAN WOMAN Language! The Pirate's Lady SNORTS. THE PIRATE'S LADY Like we don't know what you're up to when you visit the doctor for your "hysteria". Edwardian Woman throws her pen at The Pirate's Lady, who dodges it with a grin. Edwardian Woman crosses her arms, turns her back. The FEMME FATALE steps forward, hands her in trench coat pockets. FEMME FATALE Can we trade? Is there any way out? THE PIRATE'S LADY Sorry? FEMME FATALE Our books. Can we trade our books? Her voice pitches higher, she's desperate. FEMME FATALE The only physical contact I get is the occasional chuck under my chin. It's always "too dangerous, doll" or "if we were different people, in a different time." He's always got time to roll around the floor with the bad guys though. THE PIRATE'S LADY Oh honey I hate to break it to you, but you've got homoerotic subtext, and you've got it bad. The Femme Fatale rips open her trenchcoat, revealing a silky nightgown. FEMME FATALE I'm tired of double entendre. I want to be double teamed. The Pirate Lady looks embarrassed for her. The Lady Boss looks thoughtful. THE LADY BOSS I'll trade with you. FEMME FATALE Really? THE LADY BOSS Sure. Frankly, I could use the break. And there's a scene with my assistant and the copier repair man that sounds right up your alley. Both of them. EDWARDIAN WOMAN Oh, please. Don't take her book, take mine. All eyes turn to the Edwardian Woman, who steps out of her poster. EDWARDIAN WOMAN My doctor could examine your rash. THE LADY BOSS But where would you go? EDWARDIAN WOMAN In her book. Edwardian Woman nods at The Pirate's Lady and licks her lips. EDWARDIAN WOMAN Oh I know, I seem cold and disapproving, but inside I'm filled with unspeakable desires. And all these years spent staring at your Pirate's broad, bare chest have made me want to speak them. Speak them loudly, and over and over and over again! THE PIRATE'S LADY Then what am I supposed to do? I don't want her book. She points at the Femme Fatale. THE PIRATE'S LADY I may not know what's going on "down there", but I like how it feels and I'm not giving it up to watch some detective fondle his gun. THE LADY BOSS What about that one? She points to a plain gray poster, bearing only the picture of a man's tie. The Pirate's Lady, Edwardian Woman, and Femme Fatale all shudder. THE PIRATE'S LADY You know, a night off wouldn't hurt. She heads for the Femme Fatale's poster. THE PIRATE'S LADY Just remember, everyone back where they belong by morning. FEMME FATALE Why? Why can't we make our own decisions, live our own lives? THE LADY BOSS Because we don't have our own lives. EDWARDIAN WOMAN And all our decisions are made by our creators. Our sometimes tragically sexually naive creators. The Pirate's Lady steps forward, takes Femme Fatale's hands in hers. THE PIRATE'S LADY I know it's difficult, but you must understand. We have a duty. A duty to wives in sensible but passionless marriages. THE LADY BOSS To teenage girls learning how to masturbate. EDWARDIAN WOMAN To women struggling in repressive religions. THE PIRATE'S LADY And those who are between boyfriends. THE LADY BOSS And ones who have boyfriends, but they finish too soon and fall asleep right after. EDWARDIAN WOMAN To all women, everywhere, who dream of a relationship with a man who fulfills their every unspoken need. THE LADY BOSS And then goes away. THE PIRATE'S LADY Until they feel like taking him off the shelf again. Lady Boss, Pirate's Lady, and Edwardian Woman exchange smiles. Femme Fatale nods in understanding. She reaches for Lady Boss's hand, and Lady Boss reaches for Edwardian Woman's hand. The four of them stand, linked, in the center of the shop, bathed in the security lights, gazing into the middle distance. FEMME FATALE But I'm still getting laid tonight, right? THE END [end]
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With Love From Russia FADE IN: Title: LONDON, ENGLAND INT. CLASSY RESTAURANT - NIGHT First person camera POV. A smiling MAITRE'D greets "us". MAITRE'D Let me show you to your table, sir. We follow him through the restaurant. INTIMATE COUPLES are seated at tables-for-two. Women look round, showing undisguised interest in us as we pass by their tables. The Maitre'D stops at a table where a beautiful redhead, ANA, is seated alone. She looks us up and down with interest. Finally the audience gets to see "us". Dashing, suave, exuding an air of casual danger, JAMEEL D'BOND, a cool black Englishman wearing a Tuxedo. D'BOND Is this seat taken? Ana smiles and invites him to please sit. He does. D'BOND The name's D'Bond. Jameel D'Bond. The Maitre'D offers him a menu, D'Bond waves it away. D'BOND I'll skip the starter and go straight for the sirloin steak, rare, fried in garlic butter with button mushrooms. And the lady will have... ANA I will have the same. She has a Russian accent, as most enemy spies do. D'BOND And an aged Cabernet Sauvignon, please. The Maitre'D departs. ANA I was afraid you would be a foppish vegetarian, like most Englishmen these days. D'BOND Never going to happen, I like my meat red. I must say you're not what I expected. ANA What did you expect? D'BOND A crusty old Russian with a tin leg. What happened to Oleg? ANA An unfortunate accident. Oleg fell out of a plane. Ana whistles and makes a dipping motion with her hand, big long fall. D'BOND That is unfortunate. So. Are you here to deal or to kill me? ANA It could go either way. D'BOND If you decide to kill me, I hope your weapon of choice is sex. ANA I had heard you have a certain reputation with the ladies, Mr. D'Bond. D'BOND You know how people exaggerate. But let's say I'm well equipped to handle most situations. The Maitre'D arrives with a wine bottle, he pours for D'Bond, who sips and nods approval. The Maitre'D fills their glasses and departs. D'BOND So here we are... Ekaterina Anastasia Voltovich... code name High Voltage. ANA I'm trying to put that nickname behind me. I think you know the man who gave it to me. Silas Tighter. D'BOND Good old Silas, the CIA's best. You killed him? ANA No, I turned him. He's one of our best now. D'BOND You must be very persuasive. ANA I tied him to a bed in a hotel room in Istanbul and whipped him with a riding crop for seven days. I would have stopped after three, but he begged me to continue. D'BOND I can understand why. D'Bond looks around at the other tables, all occupied by couples. D'BOND Good God... ANA Is something wrong? D'BOND I should have remembered. Ana is puzzled, she emotes "What?" and raises an eyebrow. D'BOND St. Valentine's Day. A silly custom. Lovers express their affection with flowers, expensive chocolates and greetings cards. And romantic dinners. ANA How decadent. In our line of business, we have no time for flowers and chocolates. Or love. D'BOND That's sadly true. ANA How much are you prepared to offer for the decoder device? D'BOND Well I don't have an actual figure, as such. Cutbacks, I'm afraid. My orders are to take it and kill anyone who tries to stop me. ANA You don't seriously think I brought it with me? D'Bond holds up his cheap budget cell phone. D'BOND I know it looks like an ordinary phone, but it can do all kinds of bloody useful things. ANA You mean like Google searches? D'BOND I mean like detecting the decoder device that's taped to the inside of your left thigh. Ana's eyes narrow into slits. Her hand comes up from underneath the table holding a small pistol. D'Bond thumbs his phone, it BUZZES. The pistol is plucked out of Ana's hand by powerful magnetism. It glues itself to his phone. She gapes, surprised. D'BOND And the pistol strapped to your right thigh. He slips the pistol into his jacket pocket. D'BOND What say we enjoy our steaks, then retire to your hotel room. ANA I suppose you intend to pump me for information? D'BOND That's exactly what I had in mind. ANA I look forward to it. SERVERS bring their steaks, because this is a goddamn movie, no one has time to wait around. INT. HOTEL LOBBY, ELEVATOR - NIGHT D'Bond and Ana arrive, D'Bond presses the button. They watch the elevator floor display change, 5, 4, 3... Ana bites her lip and looks nervous. D'BOND This is the bit where the doors open and your bodyguards are waiting for us, isn't it? ANA You could always just leave. They don't even have to know you were here. D'BOND No can do, I'm afraid. DING the elevator door opens, TWO BIG THUGS in cheap suits occupy the elevator. D'Bond escorts Ana into the elevator. They turn and face the closing door. The two thugs glare at D'Bond's back. INT. ELEVATOR - NIGHT D'Bond casually watches the numbers change. Ana's eyes shift, she's expecting trouble any second now. D'BOND If anyone wants to get out now, just say the word. The two thugs reach for D'Bond, who-- --grabs an arm and twists it brutally so the elbow CRACKS and its owner SCREAMS. D'Bond drives him headlong into the elevator door, BAM. --kicks the other thug's knee, SNAPPING IT, and Karate chops him in the throat. D'Bond sweeps the thug's legs out from under him and STAMPS on his neck, CRACK. --grabs the first thug's head, presses his knee into his back, pulls his head back until, SNAP, the spine dislocates. The thug falls dead. D'Bond adjusts his bow tie. D'BOND I wish I'd ordered the hot chocolate fudge cake now. Ana eyes the dead men, who lie like bendy toys, unmoving. ANA Me too. INT. HOTEL HALLWAY, ELEVATOR - NIGHT The elevator door opens, D'Bond and Ana step out. INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT D'Bond checks out the bathroom, the closets. Clear. Ana turns to face D'Bond. She puts one foot up on the table and reaches up under her skirt. A horrific RIPPING NOISE like Velcro being pulled apart makes D'Bond wince. Ana holds up a silver electronic device. ANA I believe this is what you're looking for. She puts the device on the table. D'BOND Thank you. D'Bond takes out his phone and uses it like a scanner to check out the hotel room walls. ANA What are you doing? D'BOND You wouldn't have given it up so easily. ANA That is absurd, you cannot seriously think I-- The phone BEEPS and D'Bond stops in front of a painting. He takes the painting off the wall, revealing A SAFE. He sticks an ear bud in his ear, connects the wire to his phone, holds the phone against the safe. He turns the dial, the combination numbers display on his phone. CLICK. The safe door opens. He reaches inside and pulls out the real decoder device. D'BOND You know what happens to naughty girls who lie, don't you? ANA No. What happens to them? D'Bond pulls off his bow tie. It's a quick release catch. His clothes fall off him. He's naked in one second. ANA Ah. She looks down at his equipment. Her eyes widen. OBLIGATORY SEX SCENE Quick, look away! Oh no, too late. They're naked on the bed, making love. Ana reaches her peak, her smile is wide and beautiful, she MOANS and GASPS with unadulterated pleasure. ANA Please... don't... stop. D'Bond watches her, and doesn't stop. LATER Ana lies panting, exhausted. D'Bond lies beside her, elbow on the bed, head resting on his hand. His fingers trace patterns across her sweat-lashed skin. She turns to him and looks into his eyes. ANA I never knew sex could be like that. D'BOND Like what? ANA So... unselfish. You never once thought about yourself. All you cared about was my pleasure. D'BOND You've been sleeping with the wrong men, love. ANA What happens now? Do you expect me to betray my superiors because you took me to Heaven and back? D'Bond gets up and quickly gets dressed. D'BOND I don't expect anything. You gave me the decoder. I thought it only fair that I give you something in return. ANA You're just going to leave me? D'Bond is fully dressed, he adjusts his bow tie in a mirror. D'BOND Don't look so surprised. You said it yourself. In our line of business we have no time for love. He tosses the decoder into the air and catches it. D'BOND I've got a bus to catch, they're waiting for this at H.Q. He winks and exits, closing the door behind him. Ana buries her face in the pillows and sobs pitifully. We pan down her naked body, noting every delicious curve and dimple. FADE TO BLACK THEN FADE IN AGAIN Title: PRAGUE, CZECH REPUBLIC - EXACTLY ONE YEAR LATER INT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT Another restaurant, another table. D'Bond laughs and flirts with a BEAUTIFUL WOMAN. She is really into him. And he's really into her. There's a slim glass flower vase on the table, containing a single rose. D'Bond slips a little box across the table. The woman opens the box. Inside, a gorgeous diamond ring. She looks at D'Bond with eyes full of love. He smiles. The vase glass TINKLES, the rose topples. D'Bond stares at the broken vase, uncertain. She looks down at the blood pooling in her cleavage. She looks up at D'Bond, confused. Her eyes roll and she topples sideways out of her chair, taking the table over with her. D'Bond cradles her on the floor and cries out to the heavens in anguish. D'BOND Noooooooooo! EXT. ROOFTOP - NIGHT Ana lowers her sniper rifle. ANA Happy Valentine's Day, Mr. D'Bond. We shall meet again, one day. CUE ROUSING THEME TUNE CLEVER CLOSING CREDITS AND HILARIOUS OUT-TAKES FADE OUT [end]
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