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    Well here we are, 5 glorious entries, for your enjoyment.

    No Bunny Till Some Bunny Loves You
    She's Gorgeous!
    I Summoned A Love Demon (Without Even Trying!)
    Cloudy With No Chance of Love
    Olive Branches

    If you spot any errors in your entry then PM me and I'll correct ASAP. Readers, assume such errors are down to me not the author.

    Pick your 1st, 2nd and 3rd favorites and PM or email (dpaterson57 at gmail.com) your choices to me by... how does end of day on the 18th sound? If you need longer then shout. If all contestants send me their picks early I'll post the results.

    If you can format your votes like,

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

    ...this makes things real easy for me.

    Please don't vote for your own entry.

    Have fun!

    Added: for posterity, the discussion thread is here and the results thread is here.
    Last edited by dpaterso; 02-18-2021, 03:02 AM.

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  • #2
    Code:
    No Bunny Till Some Bunny Loves You
    
    EXT. SMALL TOWN - MAIN STREET - DAY
    
    A fading, one-stoplight town nearing the end of its slow decline.
    
    Sandwiched between two abandoned storefronts -
    
    MELBA'S PET SHOP.
    
    In the front display window, THREE BABY BUNNIES snooze together under
    a RED PAPER HEART SIGN:
    
                             You're No Bunny Till
                            Some Bunny Loves You!
    
    A WORK VAN pulls up, parks. The side panel reads: HAWKWORTH PLUMBING.
    
    ELI HAWKWORTH (30s) swings out of the driver's seat headed for the
    rear van door. A bit chunky in his overalls, in need of a shave and
    haircut, Eli could be good looking if he took better care of himself.
    
    From the back of his van he takes out a WIRE CAGE with a LARGE BLACK
    AND WHITE RABBIT inside.
    
    Before he closes the van door, we glimpse a toilet bowl surrounded by
    pipes and plumbing supplies.
    
    Eli heads into the pet shop as POLICE SIRENS SQUEAL in the distance.
    
    INT. MELBA'S PET SHOP - BACK COUNTER
    
    MELBA (70s) pays no never-mind to the SQUAWKS, MEWS and BARKS of her
    inventory. Her eyes are glued to the small TV on her store counter.
    
    Eli sets his rabbit cage down beside it.
    
                              MELBA
                   Did ya hear? Someone just robbed
                   that bank in the Super Walmart.
    
                                 ELI
                   Is that so.
    
                              MELBA
                   Wouldn't put my money in there.
                   Smells like stale popcorn.
    
                              ELI
                   Indeed it does.
    
                              MELBA
                   And that eyeglass place they got
                   there? Those fools gave my pastor
                   the wrong prescription. Ran his
                   his truck in a ditch.
    
                              ELI
                   Heard about that. A shame.
    
                              MELBA
                   That Walmart ruined this town.
                   Threw off the natural balance.
    
                              ELI
                   This is true.
    
    A man of few words, Eli tilts his head toward his rabbit cage.
    
                              MELBA
                   Ah, right. Sorry for rambling.
                         (opens rabbit cage)
                   Well, hello, Mr. Pitt. Ready to
                   find your Miss Right?
    
    With the rabbit in her arms, she heads for the front. As Eli follows -
    
                              ELI
                   You sure about this? I think
                   he's still grieving Angelina.
    
                              MELBA
                   And I think you're pro-jecting
                   your own grief on your pet.
                   Eli. Two years?
    
                              ELI
                   Only been a month.
    
                              MELBA
                   I'm talking about Stephanie,
                   bless her soul. She'd want you
                   to find someone else.
    
    There's a split-second of sorrow in his eyes but he overrides it.
    
                              ELI
                   Can we do this? Left a meatloaf
                   cooking.
    
                              MELBA
                   Hit a sore spot didn't I?
    
                              ELI
                   In a hurry, that's all.
    
                              MELBA
                   Come on, Mr. Pitt. Show the man
                   how it's done.
    
    She sets Eli's rabbit in with the sleeping bunnies. One awakens,
    twitches her nose at stoic Mr. Pitt, and hops toward him.
    
    EXT. MELBA'S PET SHOP - A LITTLE LATER
    
    Eli exits the store with the rabbit cage. In it, a white baby bunny
    snuggles Mr. Pitt. But when Eli opens the rear door of his van ...
    
    INT. BACK OF HAWKWORTH PLUMBING VAN
    
    ... he finds himself looking at the wrong end of a .38 caliber pistol.
    
    CRYSTAL MARKS (30s) is seated on the toilet. She keeps her gun trained
    on Eli but her hand is a bit shaky. With her free hand she places a
    forefinger to her lips.
    
                              CRYSTAL
                   Shhhh. You're looking at a
                   desperate woman.
    
    He studies her - pink hospital scrubs, sneakers, an over-stuffed
    handbag on her lap. And it looks like she hasn't slept in a week.
    
                              ELI
                   You're welcome to sit up front.
    
                              CRYSTAL
                   I give the orders. Not you.
    
                              ELI
                   Suit yourself.
    
    He closes the door --
    
                               CRYSTAL
                   Hey --!
    
    -- locks it, and carries the rabbit cage toward the front of the van.
    
    INT. MOVING VAN - A LITTLE LATER
    
    Eli drives, nonchalant, in spite of the gun behind his right ear.
    
    Crystal - crouched behind his seat - tries to keep her aim steady as
    the bumpy road rattles the pipes and plumbing supplies behind her.
    
                              CRYSTAL
                   Is this your only vehicle?
    
                              ELI
                   I can put you in a ride. After
                   dinner. You like meatloaf?
    
    She eyes the rabbit cage in the passenger's seat.
    
                              CRYSTAL
                   I'm not hungry.
    
    INT. ELI'S HOUSE - MODEST KITCHEN - LATER
    
    Close on: a HEART-SHAPED MEATLOAF outlined with TUFTS OF MASHED
    POTATOES. It sits on a platter centered on the kitchen table.
    
    Crystal - her gun at the ready - stares at the steaming Valentine.
    
                                CRYSTAL
                   Seriously?
    
                              ELI
                   Sort of a family tradition. Wine?
    
                              CRYSTAL
                   Do you get what's going on, here -
                   um - what's your name?
    
                                ELI
                   Eli.
    
                              CRYSTAL
                   This isn't a date, Eli. I'm holding
                   you hostage. With a loaded gun. I'll
                   use it if you give me half a reason.
    
                              ELI
                   Yeah. Desperate woman. Got all that.
                        (opens fridge)
                   Red or white? I'm guessing red.
    
                              CRYSTAL
                   Jesus Christ.... Yeah, red.
    
                              ELI
                   Always been a good guesser.
    
    LATER, DURING THE MEAL.
    
    It pleases Eli to watch Crystal eat - fork in her one hand, wine glass
    in the other. But he can't help notice she's left the gun within his
    reach. Finished, she stifles a yawn.
    
                              CRYSTAL
                   I need to catch the news.
                   Where's your T.V.?
    
                              ELI
                   The den. We'll have coffee in
                   there. Black, no sugar, right?
    
    Her annoyed silence confirms it. Eli smiles.
    
                              ELI
                   Two for two.
    
    IN THE DEN.
    
    Eli relaxes in his La-Z-Boy, coffee mug in hand. A TV commercial for
    1-800-FLOWERS sells Valentine roses. He glances at the sofa where -
    
    Crystal dozes, head lolled sideways, mouth slightly open. Her hand, in
    her lap, loosely holds the gun. Not attractive but sadly vulnerable.
    
                              TV ANNOUNCER'S VOICE
                   We interrupt this program for a
                   local news update....
    
    He goes to her, slips the gun from her lap and empties the bullets
    into his hand.
    
                              TV ANNOUNCER'S VOICE
                   Police are on the lookout for a
                   woman identified as Crystal Marks.
    
    He sets the gun back on her lap and studies her face, the dark shadows
    under her eyes, the hollows of her cheeks.
    
                              TV ANNOUNCER'S VOICE
                   Marks, thirty-two, is a suspect in
                   connection to a bank robbery at
                   the Super Walmart, just hours ago.
    
    He can still hear the T.V. as he heads into ...
    
                              TV ANNOUNCER'S VOICE
                   Details are still coming in but we
                   were able to confirm the following.
    
    THE CENTER HALL.
    
    He opens a closet door revealing a tall GUN SAFE. He spins the
    combination lock, opens it, inside: assorted guns and rifles.
    
                              TV ANNOUNCER'S VOICE
                   Crystal Marks is the widow of Staff
                   Sergeant Robert Marks, recently
                   killed serving in Afghanistan.
    
    This news stops Eli cold.
    
                              TV ANNOUNCER'S VOICE
                   A confidential source also reports
                   the suspect had been admitted to
                   Grace Memorial Cancer Center,
                   yesterday.
    
    The bullets fall from his hand and scatter on the wood floor.
    
    INT. ELI'S HOUSE - MASTER BEDROOM - MORNING
    
    Crystal sleeps under the green floral comforter. Her gun, on the
    pillow beside her. Her overstuffed handbag, on the foot of the bed.
    She awakens with a gasp, grabs her weapon, scans her surroundings.
    
    Pale green-striped wallpaper. White eyelet window curtains. An antique
    wing chair with a romance novel on its seat. On the dresser, a wedding
    photo: a YOUNGER ELI, in a tuxedo, kisses his RED-HAIRED BRIDE.
    
    Crystal gets out of bed - still in hospital scrubs - goes to the
    closet and opens it. On one side, men's clothes, the other, women's.
    She takes a pullover sweater from the shelf.
    
    INT. ELI'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - LATER
    
    Crystal - her hair damp, wearing the pullover sweater and jeans -
    enters to find Eli making pancakes. He smiles at her, clean shaven.
    
                              ELI
                   Good morning --.
    
                              CRYSTAL
                   Where's your wife --.
    
                                 ELI
                   Sleep well?
    
    She pulls the gun from her waistband. One last attempt at tough girl.
    
                                 CRYSTAL
                   Answer me.
    
                              ELI
                   I'm guessing, same place as your
                   husband?
    
    There's a flash of empathy for him in her eyes. She opens a kitchen
    drawer, sets her gun inside and closes it.
    
                              CRYSTAL
                   How much do they know?
    
                                 ELI
                   Enough.
    
                              CRYSTAL
                   Maybe you should turn me in.
                   Get a reward or something.
    
                              ELI
                   Not before breakfast --.
    
    RAPID KNOCKS ON THE FRONT DOOR.
    
    Crystal is scared, about to speak, when Eli lightly touches her lips.
    
                                ELI
                   Sssshh.
    
    EXT. ELI'S HOUSE - FRONT PORCH - DAY - MOMENTS LATER
    
    Eli stands in the open doorway facing SHERIFF MACK (40s).
    
                              ELI
                   Yeah. Saw all that on the news.
    
                              SHERIFF MACK
                   Just found her yellow GEO in
                   an alley off Main Street....
    
    INT. ELI'S HOUSE - DEN - SAME
    
    Crystal sticks close to the bookshelf to eavesdrop.
    
                              SHERIFF MACK (O.C.)
                   Miss Melba says you were in
                   around the time of the robbery.
    
                              ELI (O.C.)
                   That's right.
    
    She senses another presence and looks down. Mr. Pitt and the little
    white bunny stare up at her.
    
                              SHERIFF MACK (O.C.)
                   See anything on your way out?
    
    She sees books on a lower shelf: SURVIVING CANCER, CHEMO MEDITATIONS.
    
                              ELI (O.C.)
                   Let me think, here ....
    
    CANCER IS NOT A 4-LETTER WORD. She runs a finger over the book spine.
    
    EXT. ELI'S HOUSE - FRONT PORCH - SAME
    
                                ELI
                   Sorry, no.
    
    Mack eyes Eli, looking for his tells. The mental poker game begins.
    
                              SHERIFF MACK
                   Damn that coffee smells good.
    
    The good guesser decides to up the ante.
    
                              ELI
                   Come on in and grab a cup.
    
                              SHERIFF MACK
                   I don't know. Need to stay on this.
                   I mean - a woman can't just vanish
                   into thin air, right?
    
                              ELI
                   Then again, sometimes they do.
    
                              SHERIFF MACK
                   Yeah ... I was thinking her story
                   must hit close to home for you.
    
                              ELI
                   Sure you don't want that coffee,
                   Mack?
    
    Mack considers it then -
    
                              SHERIFF MACK
                   Thank you, no. I'll be on my way.
    
    INT. ELI'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - A LITTLE LATER
    
    Eli and Crystal eat breakfast.
    
                              ELI
                   Ever see the Grand Canyon?
    
                              CRYSTAL
                   No. But I always wanted to.
    
                               ELI
                   Me, too.
    
    They hold each other's gaze - with tenderness, with compassion - and
    for the first time we see Crystal smile.
    
    EXT. BEHIND ELI'S HOUSE - DAY
    
    Eli carries a suitcase in each hand. Crystal - her handbag slung over
    her shoulder - carries the wire cage with Eli's two bunnies inside.
    
    Up ahead, under a huge carport, a BIG RV CAMPER awaits.
    
    FADE OUT.

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    • #3
      Code:
      She's Gorgeous!
      
      INT. LAS VEGAS CASINO
      
      The DING-DING-DING of ringing slots hangs in the air. TIM
      WALSH, late 30s, a John Stamos look alike, walks through an
      isle of slot machines. Ahead of him is a BAR
      
      On the top step leading to the bar stands an oversized, well
      dressed MAN. This is MEL WALSH, 40s. Tim's older brother.
      
                          MEL
                There he is!
      
      Mel opens his arms. Tim enters the bearhug. They embrace a
      few seconds then walk over to the bar.
      
                          TIM
                Thanks for the room. Was it hard to
                get because of Valentine's Day?
      
                          MEL
                People come to Vegas to cheat on
                their significant other, Tim, not
                romance them.
      
                          TIM
                Anyway, Kelly was stoked.
      
                          MEL
                Tell me about this girl.
      
      The BARTENDER, a middle aged man, approaches with a sour
      expression.
      
                          BARTENDER
                You drinkin', talkin', jerkin'? Did
                I say jerkin'? Sorry. Thought the
                self-censor would pick that up.
      
                          MEL
                I'll take a Johnny Blue. Neat.
      
                          BARTENDER
                I'll have to go all the way to the
                stock room if you want that.
      
                          MEL
                Ok.
                          BARTENDER
                    (sarcastic nodding)
                Okay.
      
      The Bartender looks at Tim.
      
                          TIM
                What do you have on tap?
      
      The Bartender sighs; stares stoically at Tim.
      
                          BARTENDER
                Bud. Bud Light. Bud Light Lime. Bud
                Light Lime Premium. Bud Light Lime
                Premium Gold. Milwaukees Best.
      
                          TIM
                Can you repeat that?
      
                          BARTENDER
                I can...but I won't.
      
      
      INT. CASINO BAR - LATER
      
      Mel sips his whiskey. Tim holds a cold glass of beer.
      
                          TIM
                I think I love her.
      
                          MEL
                What? Wow.
      
                          TIM
                Wait till she comes down. You're
                gonna love her.
      
                          MEL
                Where's she from?
      
                          TIM
                Texas. She has the cutest little
                twang in her voice.
      
                          MEL
                How'd you meet?
      
                          TIM
                At her work.
      
                          MEL
                What does she do?
      
      The Bartender enters to scoop ice out of the ice bin.
      
                          TIM
                She dances.
      
                          MEL
                Like Broadway?
      
      Mel sips his whiskey.
      
                          TIM
                Like pole.
      
      Mel sprays his whiskey in the Bartender's face.
      
                          MEL
                Sorry.
      
      The Bartender looks like a boy who watched his puppy cross an
      interstate highway and not make it.
      
                          BARTENDER
                This was supposed to be my day off.
      
      A LADY older than King Tut walks up to Mel and Tim.
      
                          OLD LADY
                Either of you nut sacks playin'
                this machine?
      
      Between Mel and Tim is an electronic slot machine that's
      sunken into the bar top.
      
                          OLD LADY (CONT'D)
                Cause if you're not, I'm playin' it
                and I don't wanna hear no sh!t.
      
                          MEL
                Knock yourself out.
      
      The Old Lady sits down between a standing Mel and Tim. Mel
      talks behind her back.
      
                          MEL (CONT'D)
                A stripper?
      
                          TIM
                They prefer dancer. Better for the
                self-esteem.
      
                          MEL
                Oh. Well. We certainly don't need a
                bunch of strippers walking around
                with low self esteem!
      
      The Old Lady turns and snarls at Mel.
      
                          OLD LADY
                Shut the hell up! I can't hear my
                machine.
      
                          TIM
                You're gonna love her, bro.
      
                          MEL
                How old is she?
      
                          TIM
                Nineteen.
      
      Mel looks like Bruce Willis in the Sixth Sense when he finds
      out he's been a ghost all along.
      
                          MEL
                You're joking, right?
      
                          TIM
                   (deadpan)
                What? Too old?
      
                          MEL
                Christ, Tim. You're not robbing the
                cradle, you're robbing the womb.
      
                          TIM
                She's gorgeous though.
      
                          MEL
                Yeah. You said that. Wait. How's
                she gonna meet us at a bar?
      
                          TIM
                She has an incredible fake I.D.
      
                          MEL
                Of course she does.
      
                          TIM
                Her cousin's I.D. They could be
                twins.
      
                          MEL
                So the girl of your dreams is a
                nineteen year old stripper with a
                fake I.D.
      
                          TIM
                But she's gorgeous.
      
                          MEL
                Wake up, Tim! You're divorced six
                months and you have a nineteen-
                year-old stripper girlfriend! How's
                it gonna look?
      
      The Old Lady looks up at Mel.
      
                          OLD LADY
                I'd fvckin' kill'im.
      
      
      INT. CASINO BAR - LATER
      
      There's a total SLIME BALL with greasy, shiny, black hair
      playing the bar machine between them now.
      
                          MEL
                Two grand a night? Stripping? You
                sure that's it? They have those
                back rooms you know.
      
                          TIM
                Back rooms are a rumor. It's like
                when people say you made your money
                from insider trading.
      
      Mel leans in.
      
                          MEL
                    (whispers)
                Tim, I did make all my money on
                insider trading.
      
      The Slime Ball looks up at Tim.
      
                          SLIME BALL
                Tim. Wake up. She's blowin' guys in
                the back room.
      
      A Customer on the other side of Tim leaves. A quarter lies on
      the bar. The Bartender walks over and picks it up.
      
                          BARTENDER
                    (to the Customer)
                Thanks! My wife and kids can split
                the gum ball! Creep.
      
      
      INT. CASINO BAR - LATER
      
      A fat MEXICAN MAN plays the machine between them now.
      
                          TIM
                Can you let me hold a grand?
      
                          MEL
                You came light?
      
                          TIM
                Just a little short right now.
      
                          MEL
                Short? Why are you short?
      
                          TIM
                Nothing.
                    (beat, sips drink)
                Kelly likes to do a little coke.
      
                          MEL
                She does cocaine?
      
                          TIM
                All the dancers do.
      
                          MEL
                This gets better and better.
      
                          TIM
                But she's gorgeous, Mel.
      
                          MEL
                Tim, you're in love with a
                nineteen-year-old stripper coke
                whore! Do you see the problem?
      
                          TIM
                I have to admit. When you say it
                like that it doesn't sound so good.
      
      The Fat Mexican Man picks his head up from his machine.
      
                          FAT MEXICAN MAN
                Is she into fat guys?
      
      The Bartender approaches.
      
                          BARTENDER
                Anybody here want anything?
      
      Both Tim and Mel hold up their nearly empty drinks and nod.
      
                          BARTENDER (CONT'D)
                No? Okay.
      
      The Bartender walks away. Mel and Tim look at each other.
      
      
      INT. CASINO BAR - LATER
      
      An OLD MAN on oxygen and riding a scooter rolls up to the
      machine between Mel and Tim.
      
                          MEL
                What else? Is there anything else
                about her I should know?
      
      Tim looks across at Mel.
      
                          TIM
                Well, she has a kid...
      
      Mel crinkles his nose.
      
      BEGIN MONTAGE
      
      Tim's face is full of anxiety and fear.
      
                          TIM (CONT'D)
                ...so now her psycho ex is on
                parole and he wants her back.
      
      Mel raises his eyebrows in bewilderment.
      
      Tim puckers his lips and shakes his head.
      
                          TIM (CONT'D)
                ...can you believe they gave her
                six months in jail for that?
      
      Mel's mouth gapes open.
      
      Tim glances at Mel sheepishly.
      
                          TIM (CONT'D)
                ...they say if you're gonna have an
                STD, genital warts is the one to
                have.
      
      Mel winces.
      
      END MONTAGE
      
      Mel grabs Tim by the shoulders and shakes him.
      
                          MEL
                What are you doing!
      
                          TIM
                I love her, man.
      
                          MEL
                Listen to yourself. You're finally
                away from that witch you married
                and you're headed for a nightmare!
      
      Tim rubs his his hand over his coarse facial stubble.
      
                          TIM
                I don't know...
      
                          MEL
                Break up with her. Tonight. Now.
      
                          TIM
                But she's so goddamn gorgeous, Mel.
      
                          MEL
                I don't care is she's the fvcking
                Mona Lisa. Break up with her.
      
      Tim rolls his eyes and sighs.
      
                          TIM
                You're right. You're right. What
                the hell was I thinking?
      
                          WOMAN'S VOICE (O.S.)
                    (with country drawl)
                Tiiiimmm...
      
      They turn. There stands KELLY. Slender but busty. Pouty lips
      colored fvck-me red. Nubile, tan ass cheeks sneak out of
      Daisy Dukes. Hard nipples push through a sheer, V cut blouse.
      
                          KELLY
                Howdy, y'all.
      
      The Old Man on oxygen stares at Kelly. He smiles. His eyes
      widen. His jaw opens. He keels over and dies.
      
      The Bartender looks like the Dentist just said "Ah".
      
                          BARTENDER
                A spot just opened up, miss.
      
      The Bartender nudges the Old Man's lifeless body off his
      scooter and to the floor.
      
                          MEL
                Tim.
      
                          TIM
                Yeah, Mel?
      
                          MEL
                Forget everything I said.

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      • #4
        Code:
        I Summoned A Love Demon (Without Even Trying!)
        
        FADE IN:
        
        INT. DOTTIE'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
        
        DOTTIE, our attractive late-teens heroine, kneels on the
        bare floor, wearing a long nightdress.
        
        A clock above the fireplace tells us it's 2:22
        
        Using white chalk, she draws what is obviously a
        pentagram, a five-pointed star inside two circles.
        The pentagram is maybe 5 feet wide.
        
        Dottie consults an old, leather-bound book that's full of
        weird writing and hand-drawn illustrations. Dottie draws
        mystical symbols into the space between the two circles.
        
        She sits back and studies the pentagram, again referring
        to the book. She sees an error, and makes a quick
        correction.
        
        She takes five black candles, which sit inside grinning
        plastic skulls, and places them on the five points of the
        star. She picks up a matchbook and strikes a match. She
        lights the candles one by one. Then sits back to admire
        her handiwork.
        
                            DOTTIE
                  So far so good.
        
        She reads the book, turns a page, reads more.
        
                            DOTTIE
                  Okay, blood. Must be fresh, and
                  human. No substitutes. All righty.
        
        She moves a small glass jar so it's in front of her. She
        picks up a knife and stares at the blade. She gulps,
        this isn't fun.
        
                            DOTTIE
                  I can do this. I am a witch, from
                  a long line of witches. The power
                  of the cosmos is mine to wield. I
                  am a witch.
        
        She closes her eyes and screws up her face and runs the
        knife across her palm. She SQUEALS in pain!
        
                            DOTTIE
                  Well, sh!t.
        
        She holds her hand over the glass jar and blood dribbles
        into it, drop by reluctant drop. Dottie squeezes her
        hand, trying to get more out. Drip, drip, drip.
        
                            DOTTIE
                  Come on, come on...
        
        Finally there's enough in the jar to shake around.
        Dottie wraps a cloth around her hand and ties it using
        her other hand and her teeth.
        
        She lifts the jar high with both hands.
        
                            DOTTIE
                  Osiris, lord of life and
                  resurrection, hear me.
        
        She pours her blood into the center of the star, moving
        it around so it's a little swirl.
        
                            DOTTIE
                  I offer you my blood as tribute.
                  Show me a sign of your acceptance.
        
        Dottie looks at the candle flames, as if she's expecting
        them to flicker or something.
        
                            DOTTIE
                  A sign, mighty Osiris!
        
        She stares at the pentagram.
        
        Nothing happens.
        
        Dottie consults the book again, flipping back and forward
        through the pages.
        
                            DOTTIE
                  Oh come on, I followed the friggin
                  recipe.
        
        She looks at the clock, 2:47
        
        She snaps the book shut.
        
                            DOTTIE
                  Dammit to Hell.
        
        She gets up, dusts off her knees, and stomps out,
        chucking the book onto a chair on her way past.
        
        
        INT. DOTTIE'S BATHROOM - NIGHT
        
        Dottie angrily brushes her teeth.
        
        INT. DOTTIE'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
        
        The candle flames flicker.
        
        The blood in the center of the pentagram bubbles.
        The pentagram and its surrounding circles glow with an
        eerie white light.
        
        
        INT. DOTTIE'S BATHROOM - NIGHT
        
        Dottie stares at her own reflection.
        
                            DOTTIE
                  You goddamn failure. You're not
                  even a real witch. Great-aunt
                  Agatha would be ashamed of you.
        
        She bends over the sink and spits.
        
        When she straightens up again she sees someone else in
        the mirror, behind her. A HORNED DEMON stands in the
        bathroom doorway. His skin is dark red, his eyes glow
        crimson. His glossy black hair is long and flows down
        over his shoulders like he's a model for a shampoo ad.
        
                            DOTTIE
                  Yes, can I help you?
        
        The demon tilts his head as if pondering this. When he
        speaks, his voice is a deep rumble and yet also a soft
        whisper.
        
                            DEMON
                  I am familiar with this language.
        
        Dottie slowly turns around to face him. She holds her
        toothbrush out as if it's a weapon, should she need a
        weapon.
        
        Dottie looks him over. He's naked. We don't get to see
        his glory, but Dottie does, her eyes widen in shock, or
        perhaps admiration.
        
                            DOTTIE
                  Be ye spirit or be ye demon?
        
        The demon smiles, and it's a handsome smile because he's
        a handsome demon.
        
        With the magic of close-ups and intercuts, Dottie's gaze
        focuses on his kissable lips. Her own lips part, as if
        she's imagining... well we can't possibly know what she's
        imagining. Or can we?
        
                            DEMON
                  Was it ye who opened the portal?
        
        Dottie shakes herself out of her little daydream.
        
        INSERT
        
        The book opens! Its pages quickly flip by until it stops
        at the pages Dottie was reading. The weird writing of
        the page's title translates itself into:
        
        ~A Simple Spell to Peek into Other Realms~
        
        BACK TO SCENE
        
                            DOTTIE
        A portal?  No, I didn't...
        
        But Dottie thinks some more about this, and realizes...
        
                            DOTTIE
                  Aye, it was me. I am sorry if I
                  have caused any confusion. I
                  didn't think anyone would, you
                  know...
        
        She waves her hand nervously.
        
                            DOTTIE
                  ...manifest. Physically.
                  As such.
        
        The Demon stares at Dottie's bandaged hand.
        
                            DEMON
                  Your bloodline is powerful. You
                  are a witch to be feared, and
                  respected.
        
                            DOTTIE
                  Thank you, but you might be
                  mistaken there, I've been trying
                  really hard for ages, but none of
                  the spells in Great-aunt Agatha's
                  book have been working for me.
        
                            DEMON
                  Dost thou have a name?
        
                            DOTTIE
                  Well sure I have a name, I'm
                  Dorothy, my friends call me
                  Dottie.
        
                            DEMON
                  I am Braelagor.
        
                            DOTTIE
                  I'm very pleased to meet you,
                  Braelagor. So... did you come
                  here for a reason?
        
                            DEMON
                  Did you not wish to meet me? I
                  assumed that was why you opened
                  the portal.
        
                            DOTTIE
                  I only meant to look into the dark
                  realms, not open an actual portal.
        
        Dottie cranes her neck to peer past the demon.
        She sees that eerie light in the living room.
        
                            DOTTIE
                  Uh, is it still open?
        
                            DEMON
                  I could not be here if it were
                  not.
        
                            DOTTIE
                  So, just to be clear, you're not
                  here for anything that involves
                  death or destruction or the
                  extinction of the human race?
        
                            DEMON
                  That is not my intention.
        
                            DOTTIE
                  No one else is going to join us,
                  are they? More demons? Some
                  eldritch monster with tentacles?
        
                            DEMON
                  None will disturb us. I hung
                  an "occupied" sign on the other
                  side.
        
                            DOTTIE
                  Oh good, very thoughtful. I... I
                  have to say I love your hair.
        
        Dottie reaches out and gingerly touches the demon's black
        flowing locks, much like Peggy Carter couldn't help but
        touch Steve's muscular torso in Captain America: The
        First Avenger, if you need a comparison.
        
                            DOTTIE
                  And your hooves.
        
        CLOSE ON the demon's big hairy hooves.
        
                            DOTTIE
                  We don't see a lot of those around
                  here, to be honest.
        
        Dottie smiles and the demon smiles too.
        
                            DEMON
                  My eyes also find you pleasing,
                  Lady Dorothy. What do you do for
                  fun?
        
                            DOTTIE
                  F-f-fun?
        
                            DEMON
                  Do you engage in battle, do you
                  revel in slaughtering your enemies
                  and drinking their blood? I noted
                  the skulls decorating your lair.
        
        INSERT
        
        CLOSE ON one of the skull candle holders on the
        pentagram, it could not be more obvious it's a cheap
        plastic replica.
        
        BACK TO SCENE
        
                            DOTTIE
                  I'm trying to cut down on the
                  slaughtering. I like to read.
                  And watch horror movies. I'm
                  still in college so there's lots
                  of studying. What about you?
        
        The demon somehow manages to look wistful and unhappy,
        not easy when you're wearing this amount of make-up.
        
                            DEMON
                  Sometimes I watch demon pit
                  fights. Or sometimes I sit and
                  gaze upon the fires of Hell and
                  listen to the screams of the
                  damned. But I have found... I
                  have found such activities can be
                  lonely, if there is no one to
                  share them with. So I thought...
                  well, you know. Why not reach out
                  and see if there is someone out
                  there for me?
        
        The demon lowers his head in shame.
        
                            DEMON
                  A foolish thought. Who would have
                  someone as malformed as I?
        
        A BELL RINGS, not a little tinkling bell, but a big
        deafening church bell.
        
                            DOTTIE
                  What the heck is that?
        
                            DEMON
                  I must leave. Time passes too
                  swiftly in this realm. It is
                  unfair.
        
        The demon turns away, reluctantly, and clops through into
        the living room. Dottie follows him.
        
        
        INT. DOTTIE'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
        
        They stand looking at the glowing pentagram.
        
        That BELL RINGS again.  Summoning him back to Hell.
        
                            DEMON
                  Farewell, Lady Dottie. It was...
                  It was nice meeting you.
        
        He goes to step onto the pentagram but Dottie grabs his
        arm and turns him back.
        
                            DOTTIE
                  Not so fast.
        
        She goes up onto her tip-toes and kisses him.
        His eyes widen in surprise.
        
                            DOTTIE
                  Malformed you are not. Next time,
                  we'll try to figure out how to
                  keep it open longer. If you want
                  to, that is.
        
        The demon's glowing eyes gaze into Dottie's eyes.
        
                            DEMON
                  This would please me.
        
        He smiles and she smiles and suddenly he's gone, Dottie
        is alone.
        
        The pentagram begins to dim.
        
        Dottie rushes to grab the book. She crouches down beside
        the pentragram and flicks through the pages. She finds
        something -- she points to a group of symbols.
        
                            DOTTIE
                  Origin coordinates.
        
        She flicks again, page after page, finds something else,
        points to another group of symbols.
        
                            DOTTIE
                  Destination coordinates.
        
        She flicks through more pages, stops, goes back. She
        studies a third group of symbols and reads the book,
        finding a match.
        
                            DOTTIE
                  Temporal distortion!
        
        She sits down hard on her rump, just as the glow fades
        and all the candles go out.
        
                            DOTTIE
                  Time passes too swiftly in this
                  realm? We'll soon see about that,
                  boyo.
        
        And Dottie smiles hugely.
        
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        • #5
          Code:
          Cloudy With No Chance Of Love
          
          EXT. MAIN STREET - DAY
          
          Quaint red brick buildings. A dusting of snow. Overcast.  
          
          A MAN stands with a WOMAN in front of a packed cookie store.
          
          He wears a black pea coat with a red scarf. Short hair, clean
          shaven. She wears a pink apron over a red cashmere sweater.
          She's blonde, in boots. There's some flour on her cheek.  
          
          He bites into a heart-shaped sugar cookie with red frosting.
          Savors it.
          
                              MAN
                    Before I met you, I didn't believe
                    in Valentine's Day. But you showed
                    me that real love is possible. I
                    can't go back to my trader job in
                    New York City --
          
                              WOMAN
                    Oh Jeremy. Are you sure?
          
                              MAN
                    I want to stay here in Pembroke and
                    bake cookies with you... The rest
                    of my life.  
          
                              WOMAN
                    You're the man of my dreams.
          
          He wipes the flour off her cheek, swoops in for the big kiss.
          
                              KATE (O.S.)
                    Pull back...
          
          Now we pull back, revealing: A crew films the scene. MOSTLY
          MEN. In jackets and beanies.
          
          The director, KATE, is in all black. Black hair. Black
          beanie. Wears headphones. Looks at a monitor, scowls.
          
                              KATE (CONT'D)
                    And, CUT!
                        (low)
                    Jesus Christ this story is about to
                    give me diabetes.
          
          CLAUDE stands next to her. Also watches the monitor. 50s, but
          kinda hot. Puffy jacket. Headphones. Clipboard. Cheerful.
          
                              CLAUDE
                    Don't spoil the Hallmark magic. You
                    got everything?
          
                              KATE
                    Other than my soul? Yes.
          
                              CLAUDE
                        (shouts to cast and crew)
                    It's a wrap!
          
          The cast and crew cheer. Hug each other. (Pre-COVID.)
          
          A CRAFT SERVICES person runs over with a tray of hot
          chocolate in Styrofoam cups.
          
          The crew gathers together to celebrate. They wave Kate over.
          
          But Kate walks away, towards trailers in the distance.
          
          Claude grabs two hot chocolates and follows after her.
          
          INT. TRAILER - MOMENTS LATER
          
          Kate sits on a small couch, across from Claude. Arms crossed.
          
                              KATE
                    No, I'm not ice skating tomorrow.
          
                              CLAUDE
                    The cast always celebrates a wrap
                    with a group outing. You have to
                    go, or you won't get hired again.
                    Word will get back to home office
                    that you're not a team player.
          
                              KATE
                    Promise?
          
                              CLAUDE
                    Don't knock the work. So it's not
                    Tarantino. It pays the bills.
          
          Claude stands up, insulted.
          
                              CLAUDE (CONT'D)
                    Who put the cucumber in your ass?
          
                              KATE
                    My to-be ex-husband. The reason I'm
                    directing this treacly crap instead
                    of the horror feature I was
                    supposed to direct is because my ex
                    knocked up his pilates instructor --
                    with twins!
          
                              CLAUDE
                    I didn't know. Wow -- I'm sorry.
          
                              KATE
                    And then he had me knocked off our
                    project, a script that took me five
                    years to write and set up.
                        (shouts)
                    And that's not the worst part! The
                    worst part is that I found out his
                    Pilates instructor was pregnant --
                    with twins! -- the same day I found
                    out that I'm infertile, on my
                    fortieth birthday!
          
          Claude has no words. It's clear Kate is completely fvcked up.
          And now he's a little... scared. A baby deer in highbeams.  
          
                              CLAUDE
                    It's cool. I'll cover for you, say
                    you got food poisoning... It's
                    really hard to ice skate with a
                    cucumber in your ass, and now I
                    understand why it's there.
          
          He bolts for the exit. Opens the door.
          
                              KATE
                    Wait -- I'm sorry.  
          
                              CLAUDE
                    Maybe you're not a fit for
                    Hallmark.
          
          SLAM.
          
          INT. HOTEL ROOM - THAT NIGHT
          
          Kate sits in bed. Her eyes are red. There's a half-eaten bag
          of popcorn on the bed. Some stray popcorn around the bed.
          
          She drinks white wine from a hotel glass. An almost empty
          screw-top bottle of white wine on the nightstand.
          
          A horror movie plays on the TV. Something like MISERY. The
          scene where Annie hobbles Paul. WHACK!
          
          Kate cries in anguish, drunk. She reaches to put her glass on
          the nightstand, but misses. Knocks over the bottle of wine.
          
                              KATE
                    Crap.
          
          She gets out of bed to clean it up, spilling the popcorn. And
          then loses her balances. Hits her head on the nightstand --
          
                                                  CUT TO BLACK.
          
          FADE IN:
          
          Kate wakes up. The sun blinds her. Her eyes dart around and
          she sits up. Thinking she's in her hotel room.
          
          But she's not --
          
          EXT. SKATING RINK - DAY
          
          She sits on a snowy knoll outside of a skating rink. In a red
          puffy jacket. Mittens. She's in jeans and wears boots. Not
          her clothes... She touches her hair. It's down, loose and
          curled. Not the way she wears it. She looks around, panicked.
          There are VILLAGE FOLK streaming into the rink. Kids in
          festive gear, with their parents. It looks like...  
          
                              KATE
                    I'm in hell.
          
          A dashing man heads towards her, in a royal uniform. A
          PRINCE. Blonde, dashing, blue eyes. Early 40s. This is HENRY.  
          
          He looks ridiculous.
          
          Henry points at her, smiles.
          
                              HENRY
                    You're a bad person.
          
                              KATE
                    How did you know? Where am I?
          
                              HENRY
                    I've been here a few days. I can
                    spot my people a mile away.
                    You're in my nightmare.
          
          He offers his hand to her. She doesn't take it.
          
                              KATE
                    It looks like a Hallmark set.
          
                              HENRY
                    Right. We must share the same
                    nightmares.
          
          Kate slaps herself. Hard.
          
                              KATE
                    Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
          
                              HENRY
                    That doesn't work.
          
          Kate pinches herself.
          
                              HENRY (CONT'D)
                    That doesn't work either.
          
          Henry offers his hand again.
          
                              KATE
                    Leave me alone. I'm gonna sit here
                    until I wake up.
          
                              HENRY
                    I did that the first night. It was
                    a long, cold night.
          
                              KATE
                    Then how am I supposed to get out
                    of here?
          
          INT. SKATING RINK - DAY
          
          Henry walks into the seats around the rink. He has Kate over
          his shoulder, like a bag of dirt. She's hitting him.
          
                              KATE
                    Let me go!
          
                              HENRY
                    I've seen a couple people
                    disappear. It's the ones who give
                    in and ice skate. Let's try it.
          
                              KATE
                    I don't want to ice skate!
          
                              HENRY
                    Tough.
          
          An AIDE scurries up behind Henry. 20s, dressed like a royal
          helper. He carries two pair of ice skates. And two helmets.
          Let's call him DASHIEL.
          
                              DASHIEL
                    Your skates, my lord.
          
                              HENRY
                    Thanks, Dash.
          
          Henry lowers Kate to the bench. Dashiel pulls off her boots.
          Attempts to put a skate on her foot. She kicks him.
          
                              HENRY (CONT'D)
                    You have nothing to lose. It's a
                    dream, so what if you skate? No one
                    will see.
          
                              KATE
                    But I'll see it!
          
          Henry leans in, puts his hands on her shoulders. His tenor
          changes, becomes a bit angry.
          
                              HENRY
                    Look, lady. I've been trapped here
                    for days. I want to get the hell
                    out of here and I know you do too,
                    right?
                        (Kate rolls her eyes)
                    So skate with me for an hour. Then
                    you can go back outside and pout
                    all you want.
          
                              KATE
                    Whatever.
          
                              HENRY
                    I bet you made some man really
                    happy.
          
                              KATE
                    Fvck you. What'd you do, leave
                    someone at the altar?
          
          Henry looks over at her, pained.
          
                              KATE (CONT'D)
                    Wow, how did I know that?
          
          SKATING RINK - TEN MINUTES LATER
          
          Kate attempts to skate with Henry, but they're having a hard
          time staying upright. They hold on to each other and take a
          few steps -- Crash into the wall and fall down. Get back up.
          
                              HENRY
                    I played hockey in high school. But
                    I can't skate in my dream. What's
                    up with that?
          
                              KATE
                    I placed ice hockey also, in
                    Minnesota.
          
                              HENRY
                    North Dakota. We were neighbors.
          
                              KATE
                    So you're not a prince in real
                    life?
          
                              HENRY
                    I'm an a$$hole. A trader in New
                    York City. What do you do?
          
                              KATE
                    Film director in Los Angeles.
          
                              HENRY
                    Yikes. Bet you're neurotic.
          
          They're upright again, skating better. Henry picks up speed
          and pulls Kate. They lose control again, plow right into --
          
          A group of CHILDREN. They fall over, slide into the walls.
          
          Henry tries to pick Kate up, but he starts to laugh. She
          starts to laugh. The lay on the ice, laughing. Now they've
          lost control. They laugh so hard that they start to cry.
          
                              HENRY (CONT'D)
                    You're the worst skater I've ever
                    seen. No wonder he dumped you.
          
                              KATE
                    Your jilted fiancee will be far
                    better off with someone who knows
                    how to stop.
          
          A RINK REFEREE makes a beeline for them. Blows his WHISTLE --
          
          EXT. SKATING RINK - DAY
          
          The referee escorts Kate and Henry out of the Emergency Exit.
          They still laugh. The door SLAMS shut. Kate wipes her eyes.
          
                              KATE
                    Wow. That's the most fun I've had
                    in a long time.
          
                              HENRY
                    Me too.
          
          Henry looks at her, spontaneously kisses her. Kate kisses
          back, lost in the moment. After a beat, they disappear.
          
                                                  CUT TO BLACK.
          
                              KATE (O.S.)
                    Motherfvcker.
          
          INT. HOTEL ROOM - CRACK OF DAWN
          
          Kate pushes herself up. Hung over. There is popcorn in her
          hair. The carpet is damp with white wine.
          
          She touches her forehead, there's a bump. Some dried blood.
          
          She sighs. Hoists herself up. Catches her reflection in the
          mirror. It's not a good look.
          
                              KATE
                    All right, all right. Jesus.
          
          INT. ICE RINK - DAY
          
          Kate stands at the entrance to the rink, with her skates on.
          Her black beanie over the bump on her head. She watches the
          cast and crew members already skating. Hokey MUSIC plays.
          
          Claude skates by, and does a double take. He tries to stop
          but CRASHES into the wall.
          
          Kate steps out onto the ice. IRL, she skates pretty well...
          
          She zooms over to Claude and offers him her hand.
          
                              CLAUDE
                    Wow. I guess hell froze over?
          
                              KATE
                    I took the cucumber out of my ass.
          
                              CLAUDE
                    Congratulations. Maybe there's a
                    future for you at Hallmark.
          
                              KATE
                    Don't push it.  
          
          She helps him up. They start skating together. The cast and
          crew members skate by and wave at her. Kinda shocked.
          
                              CLAUDE
                    You know I went through a bad
                    divorce last year. I can give you
                    advice about attorneys over
                    dinner... If you're free tonight.
          
                              KATE
                    Thanks. I'd love that.
          
          He holds out his elbow. She takes it. It's a start...
          
                                                  THE END.
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          • #6
            Code:
            Olive Branches
            
            FADE IN
            
            INT. LIVING ROOM  EVENING
            
            A neat but sterile, utilitarian space. Sparsely furnished. No carpet. Cold.
            
            On the coffee table, jarring by contrast and definitely out
            of place, sits a VASE with a beautiful bouquet.
            
            GEORGE UNWIN, 40s, clean shaven, prim, wearing a sport coat
            with a bow tie, enters the living room and sits.
            
            He glances at the bouquet momentarily, opens a book at the
            bookmark and begins to read. He holds the book out at the
            "proscribed" distance.
            
            INT. LIVING ROOM  MOMENTS LATER
            
            The door opens and ELLIE UNWIN, 40s, enters, large glasses,
            very prim, drops her brief case by the door.
            
            She sees George reading.
            
                        ELLIE
                  I, uh...
            
            George shushes her by raising one index finger, indicating
            that he is almost finished with a paragraph.
            
            He finishes then mechanically places the bookmark and squares
            the book to the end table as he lays it down.
            
                        GEORGE
                  You were saying?
            
                        ELLIE
                  I can't believe how silly people
                  get just because it's Valentine's
                  Day.
            
                        GEORGE
                  Commercial claptrap designed to
                  fleece the gullible.
            
                        ELLIE
                  Yes. But everyone seems so happy.
            
                        GEORGE
                  There is nothing whirring inside of
                  their heads. Why wouldn't they be
                  happy?
            
                        ELLIE
                  I know, right. Ignorance is bliss.
            
                        GEORGE
                  So true.
            
                        ELLIE
                  Useless sentimentality and--
            
            FULL STOP when she sees the vase on the coffee table.
            
            Bemused, she stares at George.
            
            She mouths, "what's that?"
            
            George clears his throat and then...
            
                        GEORGE
                  Olive branches. As you know the
                  medicinal properties of olive oil
                  and olive leaves are--
            
            Ellie is at the coffee table.
            
                        ELLIE
                  --There's white roses and baby's
                  breath mixed with these olive
                  branches.
            
            George coughs.
            
                        GEORGE
                  Yes, yes... that was the only way
                  they came and I didn't feel like
                  bothering with waiting for a
                  special order.
            
            Pause.
            
                        GEORGE (CONT'D)
                  Try to ignore them. Treat them as
                  weeds.
            
                        ELLIE
                  They're kind of
                  pret... aesthetically pleasing.
            
                        GEORGE
                  I suppose. Hadn't thought of it.
            
            George picks up the book.
            
            Clears his throat.
            
                        GEORGE (CONT'D)
                  I was hoping to finish this chapter
                  before supper.
            
            Ellie crinkles her nose.
            
                        ELLIE
                  But... it's your turn to cook.
            
            George replaces the bookmark, carefully sets the book down
            and squares it with the table again.
            
                        GEORGE
                  I felt a little... dull, so I've
                  taken the liberty of ordering
                  out. I hope you don't mind.
            
                        ELLIE
                  Isn't that... wasteful?
            
                        GEORGE
                  I suppose, now that you mention
                  it. Too late now to cancel, though.
            
            Pause
            
                        GEORGE (CONT'D)
                  Oh well. We'll have to make the
                  best of it.
            
            George returns to his book.
            
            Ellie lingers over the vase, sniffs the flowers. Smiles.
            
            George pretends not to notice.
            
            INT. LIVING ROOM  LATER
            
            Ellie has settled down in her chair and is pretending to read
            a magazine.
            
            She watches as George settles and starts to pick up his book.
            
            He furrows his brow when he notes it's not squared with the
            end table and the bookmark seems different.
            
            Instead of his normal bookmark, a small note...
            
            "Olive you forever."
            
            A small smile escapes him, quickly quashed by clearing his
            throat.
            
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