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    WISHBONE

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                   FADE IN:
    
                   EXT. CITY STREET - NIGHT
    
                   A horn blast. Tires squealing against wet pavement.
    
                   A rusted flatbed truck, loaded with stacks of wooden crates, 
                   fishtails through the intersection, narrowly missing a white 
                   T-bird.
    
                   The truck jerks left, then right, causing one of the crates 
                   to catapult through the air.
    
                   The crate crashes against the sidewalk, tumbling and skidding 
                   until it collides against a bench where the rumpled form of 
                   a HOMELESS MAN lies under a cardboard box, huddled against 
                   the pelting rain.
    
                   INT. WOODEN CRATE - NIGHT
    
                   Loose feathers and dust particles float past alternating 
                   horizontal bars of light and dark.
    
                   A few seconds of silence, then a raspy, two-pack a day, 
                   voice...
    
                                         RASPY VOICE (O.S.)
                             Ow, **** that hurt.
    
                   The head of a turkey appears, silhouetted against the white 
                   and dark horizontal bars.
    
                                         TURKEY
                             Hey man, wake up!
    
                   EXT. CITY STREET BENCH - NIGHT
    
                   The Homeless Man twitches.
    
                   A soggy edge of the makeshift roof lifts, exposing a grimy, 
                   haggard face. A bloodshot eye shifts left, then right.
    
                                         HOMELESS MAN
                             Get out! This is my corner.
    
                   Snort, cough, then a large mucosal projectile splatters onto 
                   sidewalk. The grizzled face disappears under the cardboard.
    
                   INT. WOODEN CRATE - NIGHT
    
                   The Turkey shakes his head, murmuring...
    
                                         TURKEY
                             ****! Okay, whatever.
    
                   EXT. CITY STREET - NIGHT
    
                   A red beak squeezes between the wooden slats of the crate.
    
                                         TURKEY
                             Look, I need your help. If you could 
                             just open this thing and let me out.
    
                   A feathery wing tip appears, pointing to a metal latch on 
                   the side of the crate.
    
                   The indigent lies there, snoring.
    
                   A pigeon lands on top of the cage.
    
                                         TURKEY
                             Dude, trust me. I don't want your 
                             little spot of heaven. Come on, just 
                             let me outta here.
    
                   INT. WOODEN CRATE - NIGHT
    
                   The Turkey pounds his wing against the wood slats.
    
                                         TURKEY
                             Dammit!
    
                   EXT. CITY STREET - NIGHT
    
                   The startled pigeon flies away.
    
                   EXT. CITY STREET - NIGHT
    
                   A bus plows into a puddle, washing the crate with a slushy 
                   wave of water.
    
                   INT. WOODEN CRATE - NIGHT
    
                   Water drips from the wooden slats. The Turkey slumps to the 
                   floor.
    
                                         TURKEY
                             Great, just ****ing great. Now I'm 
                             gonna freeze to death in some shithole 
                             next to a wino.
    
                   The Turkey stands, head slumped.
    
                                         TURKEY
                             Uh, sorry, didn't mean that. It's 
                             just that I don't have much time. 
                             It's my girl.
    
                   EXT. CITY STREET BENCH - NIGHT
    
                   The Homeless Man shifts, turning his back to the crate.
    
                                         TURKEY
                             I gotta get back to her before...
    
                   A police siren wails.
    
                                         TURKEY
                             I'll make you a deal. Get me back to 
                             the farm, and I'll swipe some of the 
                             old man's booze...wine, whiskey, 
                             vodka...what ever the **** you want.
    
                   EXT. CITY STREET BENCH - NIGHT
    
                   The man lifts his head.
    
                                         HOMELESS MAN
                             Johnny Walker Red...
    
                   EXT. AMISH POULTRY FARM - NIGHT
    
                   Two shadows dart past a farmhouse window.
    
                   The Homeless Man and Turkey hide inside the barn, sitting on 
                   a pile of hay next to a shovel and ax.
    
                   The Homeless Man takes out a bottle of whiskey, takes a swig, 
                   passes it to the Turkey.
    
                                         TURKEY
                             By the way, name's Tom. Yours?
    
                                         HOMELESS MAN
                             You can call me B.B.
    
                                         TOM/TURKEY
                             So how'd you end up like this?
    
                   B.B. takes another hit from the bottle.
    
                                         B.B./HOMELESS MAN
                             String of bad luck. Wife's death 
                             last year pushed me over the edge.
    
                                         TOM
                             Sorry to hear that. I really 
                             appreciate this. Wait here, I'll be 
                             back in a bit.
    
                   Tom struts into the shadows of the barn.
    
                   A latch clinks open, followed by a creaking hinge.
    
                   Avian passion. Rustling feathers, muffled gobbles.
    
                   A coyote howls in the distance.
    
                   Tom and a hen turkey emerge from the shadows.
    
                                         TOM
                                  (to Homeless Man)
                             Hey, I'd like you to meet my girl, 
                             Jibby.
    
                                         B.B.
                             Pleasure. Why weren't you with the 
                             rest?
    
                                         JIBBY
                             Refused to eat, too skinny. They 
                             were hopin' I'd fatten up for the 
                             Christmas harvest.
    
                                         TOM
                             Genius, huh? We're makin' a run for 
                             the petting zoo in Freemont.
    
                   Jibby points to the whiskey bottle.
    
                                         JIBBY
                             Mind if I have a hit of that?
    
                   The B.B. passes the bottle.
    
                                         TOM
                             You know, I meant to ask how your 
                             wife died.
    
                                         B.B.
                             Freak accident. Thanksgiving dinner.
                             Ten minutes in, she started choking. 
                             We tried everything to save her.
    
                                         JIBBY
                             Oh my God, that's horrible. Did they 
                             find out what it was?
    
                   B.B. rises, takes a step toward the shovel and ax.
    
                                         B.B.
                             Big woman, liked her food. She was 
                             chewin' on a drumstick... best part 
                             of the turkey... when a bone went 
                             down with some of the meat. Sharp 
                             end lodged in her windpipe.
    
                   Tom and Jibby glance at one another, slowly backing toward 
                   the barn door.
    
                                         JIBBY
                             Wow, that's so sad.
    
                                         TOM
                             Yeah, tough break, man. Well listen, 
                             we should get goin'.
    
                   B.B. shuffles to the barn door, coming between it and the 
                   two anxious turkeys.
    
                                         B.B.
                             You know, all this reminiscing done 
                             my heart some good. Used to always 
                             have a Johnny Walker before 
                             Thanksgivin' dinner.
    
                   EXT. CITY PARK - NIGHT
    
                   A pile of broken wood slats lies to the side of large bonfire.
    
                   Flames dance upward, searing fat droplets dripping from the 
                   carcasses of two turkeys skewered on an ax handle.
    
                   EXT. CITY STREET BENCH - NIGHT
    
                   B.B. lounges on the bench, feet outstretched, holding a juice 
                   jar filled with whiskey.
    
                   Next to him, a hand-scrawled sign:
    
                   "Happy Thanksgiving. Roasted Turkey. $0.50 per slice. 
                   Drumsticks, free."
    
                                                                      FADE OUT:

  • #2
    Re: Thus Spake Turkey Contest Entries

    WE SHALL OVERCOME (Part 1 of 2)
    Last edited by cmmora; 05-02-2010, 01:21 PM. Reason: Entry deleted for Writer's request.

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    • #3
      Re: Thus Spake Turkey Contest Entries

      WE SHALL OVERCOME (Part 2 of 2)
      Last edited by cmmora; 05-02-2010, 01:22 PM. Reason: Entry deleted by Writer's request.

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      • #4
        Re: Thus Spake Turkey Contest Entries

        HALLOWEEN

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                       EXT. STREET
        
                       Alice walks quickly along the dark and rainy busy street.
        
                       Her curvaceous twenty something physique is highlighted by 
                       her rain soaked clothes, and the pace at which she walks.
        
                       She keeps her head down, only glancing up to check for traffic 
                       as she crosses the street.
        
                       Suddenly she stops dead in her tracks as she hears a loud 
                       clap of thunder. A truck screeches to a halt in front of 
                       her.
        
                       She steps onto the footpath.
        
                       A female voice calls her name sharply.
        
                                             VOICE
                                 Alice!
        
                       Alice looks around, but people just walk past her. Again, 
                       the sound of thunder claps in her head.
        
                       Alice continues along the street and enters the foyer of a 
                       large building.
        
                       INT. BUILDING/FOYER
        
                       She shakes out her hair, and collects herself.
        
                       The voice speaks to her again, softly this time.
        
                                             VOICE
                                 Say Thankyou Alice.
        
                       She breathes heavily as though suddenly in fear, and quickly 
                       approaches the elevator.
        
                       She gets in,
        
                       INT. ELEVATOR
        
                       Her eyes widen with shock as the thunder claps again, echoed 
                       by the elevator walls. The doors close. Droplets of rain 
                       still drip from her brow.
        
                                             VOICE
                                 Now....now....now... She presses a number 
                                 and the elevator moves. Alice tries 
                                 to stay calm.
        
                       INT. LAB
        
                       The doors open onto a laboratory. Some areas are brightly 
                       lit, others in darkness, with just screens. Alice walks 
                       towards a man in a lab coat, JOHN, who is looking at some 
                       head x-rays.
        
                       He looks over at her and smiles.
        
                                             JOHN
                                 Aren't you a sight for sore eyes.
        
                       He reaches his arm to her and kisses her on the cheek. He 
                       takes off his coat and throws it over a chair, picks up his 
                       work case, and they walk back to the elevator. He strokes 
                       her wet hair.
        
                                             JOHN
                                 Did you walk?
        
                       She looks at him.
        
                                             VOICE
                                 Alice?
        
                       He notices her strangeness.
        
                                             JOHN
                                 Did you take your medication?
        
                       Alice doesn't respond.
        
                                             JOHN
                                 Alice?
        
                       She calls out her own name loudly.
        
                                             ALICE
                                 Alice?
        
                       He sighs.
        
                                             JOHN
                                 Alice, are you here?
        
                       The elevator doors open and they enter the foyer.
        
                       INT. FOYER
        
                       He guides her towards the door and out onto the street.
        
                       EXT. STREET
        
                       The rain continues lightly as he bustles her down the street.
        
                                             JOHN
                                 Maybe there's time.
        
                       He hurries her into a parked car and gets in.
        
                       INT. CAR
        
                       He fiddles around and finds a bottle of pills, takes out two 
                       and passes them to her.
        
                       She swallows them and sits staring through the windscreen.
        
                                             JOHN
                                 Just stay calm.
        
                       He strokes her hair. He presses her head against his shoulder.
        
                                             JOHN
                                 Just rest.
        
                       Suddenly, out of nowhere, a turkey's body is slammed against 
                       the windscreen. Blood radiates outward from its horrified 
                       eyes staring in at them.
        
                       John and Alice jump, John quickly opens the car door and 
                       Alice screams as he pulls her out by her arm.
        
                       He holds her close to him as he mingles in with passers by.  
                       Another turkey falls with force onto the footpath in front 
                       of them, the sounds of bones snapping as it lands.
        
                       John is horrified, he quickly steers Alice around it..
        
                                             ALICE
                                 It's happening again.
        
                       Alice covers her ears and closes her eyes tightly.
        
                       They re-enter the building.
        
                       INT. FOYER
        
                       John pushes her into the elevator,
        
                       INT. ELEVATOR
        
                       He presses the button.
        
                       Something bangs against the elevator walls, hard enough to 
                       sharply dint the metal inwards. A turkey's beak protrudes 
                       through the metal. Another, then another, from all directions.
        
                       John clutches Alice as the elevator rises. It stops and opens.
        
                       INT. LAB
        
                       They hurry towards his desk. He pulls a drawer open and 
                       removes a syringe. He injects Alice. Her body starts to jerk 
                       uncontrollably, others in the lab move closely around.
        
                                             JOHN
                                 I really have had quite a lot of 
                                 problems with this one.
        
                       Alice becomes limp, two other lab workers half drag her 
                       towards a table and lay her on it.
        
                       John places electrodes at various positions around her 
                       forehead.
        
                       INT. CAR
        
                       Alice wakes with her head still against John's shoulder.
        
                                             JOHN
                                 Feeling better?
        
                       She smiles.
        
                                             ALICE
                                 Much. What day is it?
        
                                             JOHN
                                 You don't want to know.
        
                       He opens the car door.
        
                                             JOHN
                                 Let's eat, I'm starving.
        
                       Alice follows him out of the car.
        
                       EXT. STREET
        
                       The rain has long stopped and sunlight glistens on the wet 
                       road.
        
                                             ALICE
                                 Is it Halloween?
        
                                             JOHN
                                 No, it's Thanks Giving.
        
                       Alice grabs his arm as she walks next to him.
        
                                             ALICE
                                 Oh, stop teasing.
        
                                             JOHN
                                 Just be thankful I carry your 
                                 medication.

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        • #5
          Re: Thus Spake Turkey Contest Entries

          GOBBLE, GOBBLE...

          Code:
                         FADE IN:
          
                         EXT. BARNYARD - DAY
          
                         JESSICA, (ten years old), leads a flock of turkeys across 
                         the yard. She scoops up a handful of cracked grain from a 
                         pail and flings the grain ahead of the flock.
          
                         Grains bounce upon the packed earth. Birds rush forward to 
                         peck at the ground. Turkey heads turn to find the grains and 
                         peck at the ground again.
          
                                               JESSICA
                                   Dummies.
          
                         Jessica grabs another handful of grain and flings it up into 
                         the air, ahead of the flock.
          
                         Grain falls in an extended shower. Excitement grips the 
                         turkeys, as bouncing grains resemble jumping insects. Turkeys 
                         rush forward in a stampede. Wings flail, and bodies collide, 
                         in a rush to feed upon the new fallen manna.
          
                         Jessica giggles at the confusion that she has created.
          
                         As the grains disappear, turkey heads rise to gaze skyward 
                         and towards Jessica. A few birds approach Jessica but keep 
                         their distance. Jessica spins the pail about, from hand to 
                         hand, and around her back, to tease the hungry birds.
          
                                               JESSICA
                                   This is your last meal, and, then--
                                        (draws her finger 
                                        across her throat)
                                   It's the chopping block.
                                        (with deliberate malice)
                                   You're all goin' ta die.
          
                         A large TOM-TURKEY struts forward and lets loose a loud 
                         gobble. The flock replies with a flurry of gobbles. Jessica 
                         tosses the pail high into the air above the flock.
          
                                               JESSICA
                                   Any last wishes?
          
                         A blinding flash of lightning.
          
                         The pail clatters onto the ground in the midst of the flock. 
                         Turkeys scatter, then investigate, the empty pail.
          
                         The tom-turkey struts forward. His tail-feathers spread out 
                         in an avian display. He raises his head to utter a cry.
          
                                               TOM-TURKEY
                                   Gobble, gobble, one of us!
          
                         The FLOCK responds.
          
                                               THE FLOCK
                                   Gobble, gobble, one of us!
          
                         A fat HEN-TURKEY pokes her head up from the pile of clothing 
                         that Jessica had worn.
          
                         The tom-turkey struts forward.
          
                                               TOM-TURKEY
                                   Gobble, gobble, one of us!
          
                         The HEN-TURKEY rushes away into the barn.
          
                         INT. BARN - DAY
          
                         Sparks fly from the whirring grindstone. GRANDPA lifts the 
                         blade of a hatchet up for an inspection of his handiwork.
          
                         The fat hen-turkey enters the barn.
          
                                               HEN-TURKEY
                                   Gobble, gobble.
          
                         The hen-turkey sees Grandpa and chirps plaintively. Grandpa 
                         sets the hatchet down. He looks at the hen-turkey.
          
                                               GRANDPA
                                   Jessica, come here.
          
                         The hen-turkey raises its head and comes up to Grandpa.
          
                         Grandpa grabs the hen-turkey by its neck, in one hand, and 
                         grabs up the hatchet, with his other hand.
          
                                               GRANDPA
                                        (calls out)
                                   Jessica, I got one here for our 
                                   dinner. Come and pluck it.
          
                         EXT. BARNYARD - DAY
          
                         A flock of turkeys wander about, pecking the ground.
          
                                               GRANDPA (O.S.)
                                        (louder)
                                   Jessica.
          
                         The turkeys gobble in unison.
          
                                                                            FADE OUT:

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