I finished mine over the weekend while on vacation. I'll post it when I get home tonight.
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The Delivery
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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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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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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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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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