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  • #31
    I finished mine over the weekend while on vacation. I'll post it when I get home tonight.

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    • #32
      The Delivery

      Hope it was worth the wait.

      Code:
                      INT. PIZZA PARLOR - NIGHT
      
                     This dive has seen better days. Fluorescent lights cast a
                     sickly glow on worn Formica and linoleum. 
      
                     TOAST, a burnout, sits on a stool behind the counter, flips
                     through an Auto Trader. 
      
                     JENNY, a perky overachiever, takes a phone order, smacking
                     her gum between sentences. 
      
                     FAT FREDDIE flips pies the old fashioned way. He owns the
                     joint, but he's no Better Business Bureau icon. His cigar ash
                     falls into the pie with alarming regularity. 
      
                                         JENNY
                               A large? One topping? What topping
                               would you like? Let's see ... we've
                               got pepperoni, Canadian bacon,
                               regular bacon, sausage, hamburg--
                               excuse me? ... Just a sec. 
      
                     Jenny holds her hand over the receiver. 
      
                                         JENNY
                               Mr. F, what's our sausage made out
                               of?
      
                                         FAT FREDDIE
                               Hell if I know.
      
                     Jenny puts a hand on her hip, gives him a "don't be a lazy
                     bastard" stare. 
      
                                         JENNY
                                   (into phone)
                               That will be one more moment, sir. 
      
                     Fat Freddie shrugs, pulls an uncut sausage out of the cooler,
                     reads the label. 
      
                                         FAT FREDDIE
                               Says "animal products". 
      
                                         JENNY
                               What kind of animal products?
      
                     Fat Freddie squints at the fine print. 
      
                                         FAT FREDDIE
                               All kinds of sh!t in here ... looks
                               like its made outta pig. 
      
                                         JENNY
                                   (into phone)
                               Pork sausage, sir ... no, we don't
                               make our own ... you can certainly
                               put your own sausage on the pizza
                               if you'd like ... okay, so that's
                               one large cheese pizza and you'll
                               add your own sausage. Got it. Pick
                               up or delivery? ... Address? 
      
                     Jenny writes down the address. 
      
                                         JENNY
                               That'll be $12.75. Should be there
                               in about half an hour. Thank you.
                               Bye, now. 
      
                     She hangs up the phone, chimes a bell on the counter. 
      
                                         JENNY
                               Large cheese for delivery!
      
                     Toast looks up for the first time. First at Jenny, then Fat
                     Freddie.
      
                                         FAT FREDDIE
                               Christ, Jen. You gotta do that
                               every ****in' time? I'm right here
                               listenin' to your conversation. 
      
                                         JENNY
                               Just making sure you don't mess up
                               the order, Uncle F. 
      
                     Fat Freddie talks as he works. 
      
                                         FAT FREDDIE
                               I've been makin' ****in' pizzas
                               since I was eight years old. You
                               really think I'm gonna f-ck up a
                               large cheese? 
      
                                         JENNY
                               Customers, potty mouth.
      
                     Toast looks at two empty tables, smirks. 
      
                                         FAT FREDDIE
                               If you weren't my niece, I'd a
                               fired your ass a long time ago. 
      
                                         JENNY
                               You're not doing your blood
                               pressure any good by getting upset. 
      
                                         FAT FREDDIE
                               Milly at home and you at work. I'm
                               so henpecked I think I'm growin'
                               feathers. 
      
                                         TOAST
                               Hey, Fat Freddie, says here I can
                               get a 1992 Chevy Camaro IROC-Z for
                               only four grand. Fully loaded. 
      
                                         FAT FREDDIE
                               I had one a those. Fast car. Had to
                               ditch it for the Vette, though. 
      
                                         JENNY
                               Toast, why do you need a new car?
                               Yours is cute. 
      
                                         TOAST
                               Dude, I drive a purple Neon. It's a
                               hole. 
      
                                         JENNY
                               At least it gets good gas mileage.
                               And it's cute. 
      
                                         TOAST
                               Yeah, I'm worried about gas
                               mileage. 
      
                                         JENNY
                               You should be. You drive for a
                               living. 
      
                                         FAT FREDDIE
                               Leave the kid alone. If he wants a
                               fast car, he wants a fast car.
                               Chicks just don't understand that
                               need for speed. 
      
                                         TOAST
                               Dude, right. 
      
                     Jenny shakes her head. She hands Toast the address. 
      
                                         TOAST
                               Way out there? 
      
                                         JENNY
                               You'll appreciate that gas mileage
                               tonight, won't you?
      
                                         TOAST
                               Dude, Fat Fred, why do we deliver
                               all the way to Briceville?
      
                                         FAT FREDDIE
                               Where else are those slobs gonna
                               get their pizza from? We got a
                               corner on the whole ****in' county.
                               Now quit your bitchin'. 
      
                                         TOAST
                               I oughta quit.
      
                                         FAT FREDDIE
                               Oh yeah? Who else is gonna hire
                               your lazy ass? 
      
                                         TOAST
                               I got prospects.
      
                                         JENNY
                               If you had prospects you wouldn't
                               be delivering pizzas eight years
                               out of high school. 
      
                                         TOAST
                               We can't all be little miss
                               perfect. Just wait 'til my band
                               takes off. 
      
                     Toast air guitars with his tongue stuck out. 
      
                                         JENNY
                               Your band? Your band sucks. 
      
                                         TOAST
                               What do you know?
      
                                         JENNY
                               Duh, we auditioned you for the
                               Saddie Hawkins dance ... remember?
      
                                         TOAST
                               That was you?
      
                                         JENNY
                               You asked me out when I called to
                               tell you we picked someone else. 
      
                                         TOAST
                               What did you say?
      
                     Jenny rolls her eyes. 
      
                                         TOAST
                               Fat Freddie, you've heard us play.
                               We're good, right?
      
                     Fat Freddie grimaces. 
      
                                         FAT FREDDIE
                               Don't quit your day job ... Pie's
                               up!
      
      
      
                     INT. PURPLE NEON - NIGHT
      
                     Toast headbangs to some metal on his way down the road. He
                     checks the address, consults a map, takes a toke off a joint,
                     flips on his left turn signal. 
      
      
      
                     EXT. STATE ROAD/DRIVEWAY - CONTINUOUS
      
                     He waits while a cop passes in the opposite direction. He
                     pulls into a long dirt driveway. 
      
                     The driveway disappears back into the trees. He follows it
                     through the bends. His yellowish headlights seem almost dim
                     in the darkness as they flash across a KEEP OUT! sign. 
      
      
      
                     EXT. FARM HOUSE - CONTINUOUS
      
                     Toast pulls up in front of a dilapidated farm house. If Fat
                     Freddie's had seen better days, this place had seen better
                     decades. Green with mold, rotted shingles, wax paper over the
                     windows. Simply disgusting. 
      
                     Toast climbs from his car.
      
                                         TOAST
                               Dude, they better tip. 
      
                     He climbs the porch steps, knocks on the screen door. Nobody
                     answers. 
      
                     He sees a light poking through a window square where the wax
                     paper had fallen away. He walks down the porch to look in the
                     window.
      
                     TOAST'S POV: 
      
                     An immaculate kitchen with shiny aluminum counters. A large
                     meat grinder appears to be the center piece of the room. 
      
                                         MALE VOICE (O.S.)
                               You got my pizza?
      
                     BACK TO SCENE.
      
                     Toast looks up. The screen door is being held open by a burly
                     arm as dirty as the house. 
      
                                         TOAST
                               Yeah, that'll be $12.75 ... plus
                               tip. 
      
                     A hand holds out a $20 bill. Toast takes it. 
      
                                         MALE VOICE (O.S.)
                               Keep the change. 
      
                                         TOAST
                               Dude, thanks. 
      
                     Toast turns to walk back down the steps to his car. 
      
                                         MALE VOICE (O.S.)
                               Don't forget my sausage.
      
                     Toast stops, begins to turn. The man's hand embeds a meat
                     hook in his back. Toast SCREAMS in pai -- an industrial grade
                     carving knife slashes across his throat, ending the scream
                     abruptly. 
      
                     Toast is dragged into the house. 
      
                     KITHCEN WINDOW POV: 
      
                     Toast lies inert on the aluminum counter top. A man in a
                     butcher's bib sharpens a knife. 
      
                     FADE OUT.

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      • #33
        Hi Donald,
        If the contest is still open, here you go.
        I wish you best of luck with this, Donald.
        Kattie

        THE DELIVERY

        FADE IN:

        EXT. CAR, MOVING -- DAY

        The small vehicle moves along a residential street. A magnetic PIZZA sign clings to the door panel. A heat bag rests on the passenger seat.

        WAYNE (18.) , pushes his eyeglasses up on his nose, grips the steering wheel. He reads an address on a piece of paper.

        WAYNE
        Where the hell's Circle drive?

        Up ahead, a few TEENAGERS play in the road. Wayne approaches; they stand defiant.

        Wayne is forced to stop. He locks his doors. One of the MALES taps on the windshield.

        MALE
        Do you got pizza?

        The Male stares at the heat bag. Wayne glances at it.

        WAYNE
        No, it's empty.

        The other Teens surround the car. They rock it.

        WAYNE
        Stop it! Stop it!

        The Male at the windshield, pulls his wallet.

        MALE
        Look, I'll pay for it.

        He waves a twenty.

        WAYNE
        Crap.

        MALE
        Please?

        The Teens stop rocking the car. They stare at Wayne.

        MALE
        Thirty bucks. You keep the change.

        WAYNE
        Okay.

        The Teens mumble at the Male. He puts a hand out to them.

        MALE
        Come on, cough it up. Ten bucks.

        They reluctantly dig in their pockets.

        Wayne opens the bag and slides a box out. He unlocks his door and rolls the window down.

        The Male forks over thirty bucks, and Wayne slips him the pizza. The Teens stroll off as a pack with their kill.

        WAYNE
        Hey!

        The Male turns.

        WAYNE
        Where's Circle Drive?

        Male points at the next cross street.

        EXT. HOUSE -- LATER

        Wayne exits the car with the heat bag. He ambles up to the front door. Wayne presses a doorbell.

        A Pretty GAL opens the door.

        GAL
        Hi! Scott? Did you order a pizza?

        SCOTT (O.S.)
        Sure did. Pay the man.

        She grabs a purse and scrambles through it. She produces a twenty. Wayne gives her the pizza.

        GAL
        You keep the change, sweetie.

        Wayne smiles at her, pockets the money. He enters his car.

        Scott (30s), a big guy, runs out of the home and approaches the car.

        SCOTT
        That ain't my pizza! Where's my pizza?!

        WAYNE
        That's all I got, mister.

        SCOTT
        You ****in' with me, kid? That's what you're doing.

        Wayne trembles.

        WAYNE
        No, no. What's missing from your pizza?

        SCOTT
        A marriage proposal!

        GAL
        Marriage?!

        Scott turns back at the door.

        SCOTT
        Get in the house, girl!

        She runs in, slams the door shut.

        Wayne searches the car, his clothes, for his keys. He can't find them.

        SCOTT
        You ruined it, you dick! I planned this weeks ago. She'd eat a piece of pizza, and go, "What's this"? "Oh I love you, of course I want to Marry you".

        Wayne finds the keys on the floor. After a few tries, he finally gets the keys in the ignition.

        SCOTT
        But nooo. You messed it up!

        WAYNE
        It's a mistake.

        The engine fires up. Wayne peels out of there.

        WAYNE
        I'll be back!

        Wayne barrels back to the Teens. He sees them across the road. He speeds over there.

        EXT. CORNER -- CONTINUOUS

        The Teens sit in a circle, choking down pizza.

        Wayne exits his car and rushes to them. He snatches the pizza box from a lap. He frantically searches the cardboard. He finds a diamond ring.

        Wayne clutches the rock.

        One of the Teens reaches for the ring. Wayne steps back.

        TEEN
        That's ours. We paid thirty bucks for it.

        WAYNE
        No way! I didn't know a crazy guy planted a ring in it.

        The Male rises to his feet.

        MALE
        We did overly pay for this.

        Wayne digs in his pocket.

        WAYNE
        I know. So here's you money back.

        Wayne throws the cash at them. It floats to the ground.

        TEEN
        I'm getting that ring.

        A Teen approaches. Wayne back peddles. He points back at Scott, heading their way.

        SCOTT
        I'm gonna kill all of you motherless twits!

        The Teens run.

        Wayne gathers the thirty bucks. Scott gets closer. Wayne drops to a knee and holds the box with the ring, over his head, like an offering.

        Scott opens the box. He smiles, pushes Wayne to the ground.

        EXT. PIZZERIA -- LATER

        Wayne exits the car. He hesitates at the front doors of the place.

        INT. PIZZERIA -- CONTINUOUS

        CARL, the owner, behind the counter, stares at an incoming Wayne. Carl points to a chair. Wayne sits. He takes a very meek posture.

        CARL
        I suppose I don't have to tell you I received a call from an angry customer.

        Wayne shakes his head.

        CARL
        I can't have customers calling up and saying such things to me...

        Carl paces.

        CARL
        There's one of two thing we can do... 1. I can fire you. 2. I can fine you.

        The telephone rings, Carl answers it.

        CARL
        (into phone)
        Hello. Welcome to the Pizzeria! How may I help you? Yes? He's back.

        Carl stares at Wayne.

        CARL
        (into phone)
        No, he's not in trouble! He's my best employee. No, thank you.


        FADE OUT.

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        • #34
          Kattie8,

          You can circumvent the "censoring software" by placing an open-bracket ("[") and a closing-bracket("]") back-to-back within a word. For example, suppose the naughty word is "chair". You could type it as c-h-(open bracket)-(close bracket)-a-i-r.

          The trick works because the software assumes there's an embedded HTML command within the brackets. Since HTML commands aren't supposed to be visible on the screen (when done correctly), the two brackets won't appear in the visible text. In effect, the fake HTML has broken the word "chair" into two "words" ("ch" and "air"), neither of which sets off alarms as a "bad" word. (Either that, or c-h-(open bracket)-(closing bracket)-a-i-r isn't seen as a bad word.)

          If you want, you can go back and edit your post to make the censored words visible.

          I tried sending you this message via your personal EZInbox, but your inbox is disabled. You can fix that by clicking on "Control Center" (I think).

          Good luck, potty-mouth!

          Edited to add: Hey! Either my personal version of the method doesn't work any more, or my memory is failing. You can get it to work by turning on and off the italics using HTML. For the example above, use c-h-(open bracket) - i - (close bracket)-(open bracket) - /i - (close bracket) - a- i- r. Sorry!

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          • #35
            Katie8,

            Check your EZboard inbox.

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            • #36
              The dvd is being sent out to be replicated tomorrow, so I'll read all the entries and make the decision over the weekend.

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              • #37
                Well I read them all, and I think I need another day to decide. It's really hard, so Monday night I expect to announce the winner.

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                • #38
                  Again, I enjoyed all of them, and had a really tough time deciding which one, but anyways without further ado, the winner is....

                  sc111

                  send me an email with your address, I should have the dvds withing three weeks and I'll send your copy out then. (donegreg at pizzathemovie.com)

                  Congratulations and thank you everyone.

                  D

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                  • #39
                    Congratulations, sc. Enjoy the movie.

                    Thanks again for the contest, Donald.

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                    • #40
                      You mean now I'll have to BUY the movie? :rolleyes

                      Congrats SC!!!! you deserve it.

                      w

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                      • #41
                        Way to go, SC! You rock!

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                        • #42
                          I demand a recount.

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                          • #43
                            Good Job SC - Congratulations!

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                            • #44
                              Wow, thanks... everyone.

                              I forgot to check the thread for a few days.

                              I will email you.

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                              • #45
                                I tried checking IMDB for Pizza: The Movie, but it's not on there! I'll probably be ordering a DVD soon, gotta help out the indies!

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