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    ODD MAN OUT
    
    FADE IN
    
    EXT. BILL'S HOUSE - NIGHT
    
    A suburban McMansion in a quiet, sleepy street.
    
    Quiet until a dozen cars come roaring up and squeal to a 
    stop. Horns blare the opening notes of DIXIE. If you don't 
    know what that is, are you even a real American?
    
    At least 30 HOODED MEN climb out, it's like an annual Klan 
    meeting.  They carry baseball bats and pick ax handles.
    
    The hooded men gather on the lawn, HOOD LEADER in front.  
    They stare at the house, radiating vigilante menace.
    
    
    INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT
    
    BILL sits up in bed, a panic moment, he's heard the cars.  
    He shakes his wife DAPH awake.
    
                          BILL
              Honey, wake up.
    
                          DAPH
              Jesus what--
    
    Bill's up and out of bed, dressing fast.
    
                          BILL
              Take the kids into the garage.  Do 
              it now.
    
    Daph wakes up, cottons on to what's happening, she throws 
    covers aside and leaps up, grabs clothes, dresses herself 
    on the move.
    
    
    INT. KIDS' BEDROOM - NIGHT
    
    Daph throws the door open and switches on the light.  Two 
    beds, occupied by young kids, fast asleep.
    
                          DAPH
              GET UP!
    
    
    EXT. BILL'S HOUSE - NIGHT
    
    The whole neighborhood's awake now, people are looking out 
    their windows, watching what's going down.
    
    Hood Leader looks up and sees Bill at an upstairs window.  
    He raises his arm, points at Bill.
    
                          HOOD LEADER
              You were warned!
    
    Hood Leader turns his head left and then right, looking at 
    his men.  It's the signal they've been waiting for, they 
    charge the house, whooping!
    
    
    INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT
    
    Daph half-carries, half-drags their SON and DAUGHTER 
    downstairs, wrapped in bedsheets, they're whining and 
    groaning and confused.  Bill follows her downstairs.
    
    At the bottom, Daph turns and looks up at Bill.  A look 
    passes between them.  It might be I love you, it might be 
    goodbye, it might be both.  No time for words.  Bill nods.  
    Daph runs along the hallway to the back of the house, with 
    their kids.
    
    Bill looks at the heavy front door, which is barred and 
    bolted.  He hears the whooping men getting closer.
    
    SLAM! -- the door shudders like it's been hit by a rhino.
    
    Bill just stands there, doesn't run.
    
    SLAM! -- and the door frame woodwork begins to split, screws 
    loosen.
    
    Bill licks his lips, takes short panic breaths.
    
    SLAM! -- and the door just can't take it, the bolts give 
    way, the bars bend.
    
    THE DOOR SLAMS OPEN and the hooded men pour inside, yelling!
    
    
    INT. VARIOUS ROOMS - NIGHT
    
    Bill is off his mark like an Olympic sprinter, he runs 
    through the house, drawing the hooded men away from Daph 
    and the kids.
    
    The hooded men jam each other in doorways and trip over 
    each other and bang into furniture, but they keep coming 
    after Bill, who goes from room to room, slamming doors 
    shut behind him, throwing down chairs, stools, anything, 
    to trip them up.
    
    The men crash their way through, determined to catch him.
    
    
    INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT
    
    Bill slams the door shut and with desperate strength topples 
    the fridge onto its side so it blocks the door.  BANGING 
    and CURSING from the other side.  The hooded men are 
    stopped.
    
    But the door and fridge move a fraction -- then another 
    fraction -- enough for someone to stick their fingers 
    through the gap.
    
    Bill kicks the door!  Someone SCREAMS and the fingers are 
    pulled back.  Bill puts his weight against the fridge.
    
    Behind Bill, the outside door opens silently and Hood Leader 
    enters.  Four hooded men stand outside, watching.
    
    Bill spins round, sees Hood Leader.  He pulls a big knife 
    from the knife block and raises it to defend himself.
    
    Hood Leader pulls off his hood, revealing his big ruddy 
    face and white hair, an untrustworthy politician type.  
    (We will still call him Hood Leader to avoid confusion.)
    
    Bill gapes in shock, recognizing him. 
    
                          HOOD LEADER
              Bill, Bill, give it up.  It's over, 
              can't you see that?
    
                          BILL
              One more f*ckin' step, and I swear--
    
                          HOOD LEADER
              Any sensible man would've learned 
              to keep his trap shut.  If not for 
              himself then for his family.  But 
              no, not you.  You just had to keep 
              on yakkin'.
    
    Hood Leader gestures to the men outside, they enter and 
    fan out so they can come at Bill from all sides.
    
                          HOOD LEADER
              Now look what it's come to.
    
    Behind Bill the blocked door is slowly opening, inch by 
    inch, as the fridge is pushed aside.
    
    Bill is f*cked and he knows it, there's no way out.
    
                          HOOD LEADER
              Why don't you put the knife down 
              before you hurt yourself?
    
                          BILL
              Why don't you make me?  Come on, 
              big man, show your c*cks*cker
              followers how brave you are.
    
    Fast as a snake, Hood Leader picks up a stool and throws 
    it at Bill, who has to duck, and that's when the hooded 
    men rush in and grab his arms and twist the knife out of 
    his hand.  Bill struggles to get free but it's no good.
    
    Hood Leader shouts to the men trying to break in past the 
    fridge:
    
                          HOOD LEADER
              We got him!
    
    Activity there dies down.
    
                          BILL
              Coward son of a bitch.  You pay 
              other men to do your dirty work 
              for you.
    
                          HOOD LEADER
              Nobody's being paid.  Don't you 
              see?  It's the Lord's work they 
              do.  Take him out!
    
    The hooded men wrangle Bill outside.
    
    
    EXT. BILL'S HOUSE - NIGHT
    
    They bring Bill around the side of the house, to the front.  
    Hood Leader has put his hood back on.
    
    Bill freezes and digs his heels in when he sees the giant 
    cross that's lying on his lawn.
    
    Some of the hooded men have shovels, they've dug a hole 
    for the cross to slide into, so it can be pulled upright.
    
    People have come out of their houses into the street and 
    are watching.  A silent, fearful crowd.
    
                          HOOD LEADER
              Do it.
    
    Bill is dragged to the cross, forced to lie down on it.  
    Lengths of rope have been nailed to the cross arms and 
    body, and these are tied around Bill's wrists, torso and 
    ankles, securing him.
    
    The hooded men loop longer ropes around the top and sides 
    of the cross.  They're getting ready to pull it upright. 
    
    Bill struggles frantically but he can't break free.
    
    Hooded men pull on the ropes and lever the cross up until 
    it's settled in the hole they dug, and Bill is hanging 
    there like Jesus.
    
    WHOOPS and YIPPEES from the hooded men, they fill in the 
    hole and jam their shovels around the cross as wedges.
    
    Bill groans, the ropes cut into his wrists, he's bleeding. 
    
    Hood Leader looks up at him.
    
    Bill hawks and spits at him but it falls short.
    
    Bill realizes Daph is standing among the crowd, with the 
    kids, watching.
    
    Bill tries to puzzle this out.
    
    Daph just watches, no reaction.
    
    Hood Leader turns to address the townsfolk.
    
                          HOOD LEADER
              We did not want to do this!  None 
              of us wanted it!  None of us asked 
              for it!
    
    He points up at Bill. 
    
                          HOOD LEADER
              This man was warned.  He was told 
              not to speak out against the plan.  
              We asked him politely.  We asked 
              him more than once.  We explained 
              how he was just causing panic, and 
              worrying folks who had plenty worry 
              already.
                   (politician's pause)
              But no, he would not relent.  Him 
              and his friends, those so-called 
              "scientists" who claim to know 
              everything, they insisted, they 
              God-dang insisted on spreading 
              their lies.
                   (another pause)
              We cannot trust them.  They have 
              been peddling their foolish views 
              for years, and where has it got 
              us?  Everything they ever said has 
              been proved false.
    
                          BILL
              Don't listen to him!  He's the 
              liar!
    
                          HOOD LEADER
              Everything they said has been proved 
              false, and offers no salvation for 
              any of us.
    
    He sweeps his arm toward the sky.
    
                          HOOD LEADER
              We know what's happening.  We feel 
              the changes, year on year.  And we 
              know it's gonna get a lot worse.  
              God help us all when it does. 
                   (another pause)
              That's why, that's why the big 
              boss, the big man, that's why he's 
              doing what he's doing.  It's the 
              only way to change things back to 
              the way they were.
    
                          BILL
              It will destroy the atmosphere.  
              It will create a nuclear winter 
              that will lay waste to crops and 
              doom the human race.
    
    Hood Leader bows his head, taking deep breaths.
    
    The hooded men pour gasoline around the base of the cross. 
    
    The crowd shifts, uncertain, whispering.
    
                          HOOD LEADER
              You hear what he's saying.  You 
              understand the meaning of his words.  
              But you all know, deep in your 
              hearts, that this is another 
              falsehood.  The big boss has figured 
              it all out.  He's gonna launch 
              them nooclear rockets.  Tomorrow 
              night the sky is going to light 
              up.  Its glow will cleanse us and 
              it will cleanse our planet.  The 
              climate will return to what it 
              once was.  We shall flourish in a 
              new Eden.
    
    The hooded men light pitch torches, these are distributed 
    to the crowd.  Flames crackle and spit.
    
    Bill watches in anguish as Daph takes a torch.
    
    He turns his head away as his children are given torches.
    
                          HOOD LEADER
              And so we are come to this.  We 
              are come to this, because nothing 
              must stop the plan.  This man,
    
    He gestures wildly at Bill without looking back at him,
    
                          HOOD LEADER
              cannot be allowed to sow his lies, 
              his deceit.  Not any more.  It 
              stops now.
                   (another pause)
              We do not do this lightly.  But 
              punishment must be meted to those 
              who will not listen to reason.
    
                          BILL
              Detonating nuclear bombs is not 
              the answer!  For God's sake, listen 
              to me!  You have to voice your 
              objections before it's too late, 
              and stop this madness!
    
    Hood Leader looks at Daph.
    
                          HOOD LEADER
              Daphne, will you be first?
    
    Daph steps forward.  She looks up at Bill.
    
    Bill pleads with his eyes.
    
    Daph looks at the torch in her hand, and frowns.
    
    Bill enjoys a moment of hope, she won't do it.
    
    Daph chucks the torch down and the gasoline catches fire.
    
    The flames leap up, touching Bill's shoes.
    
    Daph steps back and beckons their kids forward.
    
    The kids throw their torches into the flames.  They don't 
    look up at their father.
    
    And everyone else throws their torches into the bonfire.  
    The flames creep up the cross and begin to eat at Bill's 
    feet and legs.
    
    Daph leads the kids away, they don't look back as Bill's 
    AGONIZED SCREAMS fill the night.  Behind them the light 
    from the blaze illuminates the street, the people.
    
    Hood Leader falls into step beside Daph.  He takes off his 
    hood, folds it and slips it inside his jacket.
    
    Daph leans against him and puts her head on his shoulder.
    
                          DAPH
              Oh Daddy, I am so sorry.
    
                          HOOD LEADER
              None of this was your doing.  He 
              and only he is responsible for his 
              fate.  Remember this.
    
                          DAPH
              I will.
    
    Another hooded man joins them and he takes off his hood, 
    he's a big handsome fellow.  He looks down at the kids and 
    smiles.
    
                          HANDSOME MAN
              Are you kids doing okay?
    
                          BILL'S DAUGHTER
              Yep.
    
                          BILL'S SON
              Are you our new daddy?
    
                          HANDSOME MAN
              Reckon I might be.  Depends on 
              your mommy.
    
    He smiles at Daph and she smiles back.
    
    Somewhere behind them, flames crackle and reach up to the 
    starlit sky.
    
    FADE OUT
    Last edited by dpaterso; 09-08-2019, 10:31 AM. Reason: got it thanks!

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  • dpaterso
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    THEM BONES
    
    FADE IN:
    
    
    INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY
    
    Shabby dim, neglected, old, with peeling paint, a vintage
    TV, a small sofa, an easy chair and three SKELETONS.
    
    The two smaller skeletons, ZEKE and ERNIE, sit on the sofa,
    the larger one CLAY, fills most of the easy chair.
    
                             CLAY
                 I liked bar-b-q. My mouth is fixin'
                 to water just thinking on it.
    
    
                             ERNIE
                 Seems like a waste of good meat,
                 but to each their own, my friend.
    
                             ZEKE
                 I liked mine as sweet sour pork.
    
    
    INT. JIM'S GROCERY - DAY
    
    JIM around fifty, a little overweight and a little bald,
    watches a small TV, behind the counter.
    
    JERRY, a small, old man, with an eye patch and a cane
    rummages around bare shelves, searching in the dimly lit
    store.
    
                             JERRY
                 I can't see a thing in here. Why
                 don't you get some lights?
    
                             JIM
                 They're ordered, probably next
                 week.
    
                             JERRY
                 That's what you said last week.
    
    Jerry grabs a box of Grape Nuts and slowly hobbles to the
    counter.
    
                             JERRY
                 What s the expiration date on that?
    
    Jim reluctantly pulls his attention away from the TV.
    
                             JIM
                 September thirteenth.
    
                             JERRY
                 This year or last year?
    
                             JIM
                 Last year but they're still good.
    
                             JERRY
                 That's what you said last time.
                 When I opened them, they were full
                 of white, fuzzy maggots.
    
    He's lost Jim's attention who's once watching the TV.
    
                             JERRY
                 Just the eggs and the milk.
    
    Mechanically, Jim rings them up while watching the TV and
    give Jerry change for his five dollar bill.
    
    Jerry bags it himself and hobbles toward the door.
    
                             JIM
                 Gonna be a cold one tonight.
    
    Jerry stops in his tracks.
    
                             JERRY
                 How cold?
    
                             JIM
                 Around ten, wind chill of five.
    
                             JERRY
                 Sh*t.
    
    
    INT. LIQUOR STORE - DAY
    
    Bright, well stocked and tidy, ANN, middle-aged, dressed
    neatly but practically, finishes ringing up an order for a
    young couple.
    
    They hold the door for Jerry as he slowly enters.
    
                             JERRY
                 Thank you.
    
    They nod and leave.
    
                             ANN
                       (smiling)
                  One bottle of rotgut coming right
                  up.
     
                             JERRY
                  Make it four.
    
    She hesitates, looking him over, concerned.
    
    He waves at her and smiles.
    
                             JERRY
                  Don't worry, I'm not drinking
                  alone.
    
    
    EXT. SIDEWALK - TWILIGHT
    
    The wind stirs up dead leaves and they blow around the old
    man, who tries to tighten the coat around his neck.
    
    In front of him, an old neglected house. He makes his way to
    the porch, working his way up the steps with difficulty.
    
    
    INT. LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
    
    The skeletons jump up and run into the closet, closing the
    door just as Jerry comes in.
    
    Jerry sets the sack of rotgut down on the coffee table and
    shuffles out of the living room with other bag.
    
    When he returns he removes his coat and sits down on one end
    of the sofa.
    
                             JERRY
                  You might as well come out and make
                  yourselves comfortable.
    
    For awhile, nothing happens.
    
                             JERRY
                  You heard me, now get out of the
                  closet.
    
    Slowly the closet door opens and Clay looks out.
    
                             JERRY
                  Come on out -- it's obvious you
                  were here before I got home. The
                  thermostat is set at ninety.
    
    
                             CLAY
                  Well, we all get a chill in our
                  bones. Winter's comin'.
     
                             JERRY
                  I know, me too, come on out.
    
    Eventually, the skeletons all come out and "stare" at Jerry.
    
                             JERRY
                  Well, don't just stand there. Grab
                  a bottle of rutgut, sit down.
    
    
    INT. LIVING ROOM - LATER
    
    Bottles half empty they re all laughing -- somebody just
    made a joke.
    
    They quiet down and Jerry looks down at his feet, looking
    serious.
    
                             JERRY
                  Sorry I did you you all in. I was
                  pretty unstable back then.
    
    There s an awkward silence. Ernie reaches over trying to
    comfort Jerry by touching his hand with a bony finger.
    
                             ERNIE
                  Well, you know, it happened.
    
                             ZEKE
                  Water under the bridge, I say.
    
                             JERRY
                  It wasn't personal. I was into
                  animal rights back then. Big into
                  it. A total nut job.
    
                             ERNIE
                  Now I get it -- you found out
                  Ernie's New and Used Cats was
                  really a scheme to sell cat's meat.
    
                             JERRY
                  And Zeke's Chinese sweet and sour
                  pork was...
    
                             ZEKE
                  ...really sweet and sour cat.
    
                             JERRY
                  Yep. You want to know what the
                  ironic thing about this whole mess
                  is? I hate cats now.
    
                             ZEKE
                  Why?
    
                             JERRY
                  One of those bastards I rescued
                  clawed my eye out!
    
    All of them have a good, long laugh but Clay quits soonest.
    
                             CLAY
                  What about me? Why me?
    
                             JERRY
                  Sorry Clay, I told I was a sick man
                  back then.
    
                             CLAY
                  But why?
    
                             JERRY
                  Because you had a bumper sticker on
                  your truck that said "Cat the
                  Other, Other White Meat".
    
                             CLAY
                  That was a joke.
    
                             JERRY
                  I know.
    
                             CLAY
                  You done killed me for a joke?
    
                             JERRY
                  I'm very sorry. I...
    
                             ERNIE
                  Come on, Clay we all some have
                  skeletons in our closet.
    
    And with that Clay just busts out laughing.
    
                             ERNIE
                  It wasn't that funny.
    
    Finally when Clay quits laughing.
    
                             CLAY
                  Nah old buddy, it was something
                  else I was thinking on.
    
                             ERNIE
                  What?
    
    Clay has another bout of laughter.
    
                             CLAY
                  The day Jerry done me in, I was
                  hauling thirty five pallets of
                  frozen cat meat.
    
    And things just get silly after that.
    
                            THE END
    
                                                FADE OUT:
    Last edited by dpaterso; 09-09-2019, 01:41 AM. Reason: updated, cleaner copy

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    WINTER IS COMING FOR THE ENGLISH PATIENT
    
    FADE IN:
    
    SUPER: EUROPE 1945
    
    EXT. MONASTERY -- DAY
    
    Large sections of the once beautiful courtyard walls are 
    blasted away.  The yard is cratered.  The main building 
    suffers blasted out walls as well.  Bullet pockmarks lace 
    the walls with the graffiti of battle.
    
    A pile of leaves swirls from a blast of wind. 
    
    INT. MONASTERY
    
    Debris is scattered everywhere.
    
    ISABEL CROFT, twenty, wearing a coat, plays something vaguely 
    like a tune on a baby grand piano.  The piano is missing a 
    leg and sits in a pile of rubble tipped at an angle.
    
    Through a large hole in the wall...
    
    EXT. MONASTERY
    
    We see LIEUTENANT RAHUL MISHRA, late twenties, an East Indian 
    sapper in field fatigues run towards the building brandishing 
    a gun in one hand while trying to balance an ornate turban 
    on his head with his other hand. 
    
    He stops for a second.  
    
    To get Isabel's attention he fires a round up into the air 
    while looking straight into the monastery and yells...
    
                          RAHUL
              Stop!
    
    We move with the BULLET as it travels upwards far overhead 
    at a formation of German bombers.  The bullet hits the lead 
    aircraft in the formation injuring the pilot.
    
    The copilot sees the pilot slumped over the steering wheel 
    and panics.  He slams on the breaks causing the airplane to 
    completely stop in mid air.  The other aircraft behind the 
    lead slam into the plane, and a pile up of all one hundred 
    bombers ensues.
    
    INT. MONASTERY
    
    As Rahul enters the building through the large hole in the 
    wall he holsters his gun.
    
    Looking over Rahul's shoulder, out through the large hole in 
    the wall, we see all of the German bombers crash into the 
    mountain followed by a loud rumble.
    
    Hearing the crash Rahul looks from side to side.
    
    He then continues... 
    
                          RAHUL
              Please stop.  Stop playing and get 
              away from the piano.
    
    Isabel plays on.
    
                          RAHUL
              Miss, your life is in danger.
    
                          ISABEL
              My mother used to say the same thing 
              about my music.
    
                          RAHUL
              You don't understand...
    
                          ISABEL
              No you don't understand.  My whole 
              life it's been, Isy don't do this, 
              Isy don't do that.  Or Isy, don't 
              put kitty in the stove.
    
    Isabel stands and turns to face Rahul.
    
    Rahul fights to keep his turban from slipping off his head.
    
                          RAHUL
              You put your cat in the stove?
    
    A voice from upstairs.  Raspy and yet strong... 
    
                          ENGLISH PATIENT (O.S.)
              Wouldn't surprise me a bit.  She 
              reminds me of a woman I met in Tunisia 
              or was it Afghanistan?  Anyways we 
              were both on a motor bike being chased 
              by bandits.  She fired two submachine 
              guns, one in each hand at our 
              pursuers.  When all of a sudden...
    
    Rahul hands Isabel the huge turban, kneels at the side of 
    the piano and runs his hand along an edge.
    
                          RAHUL
              What wouldn't surprise you?
    
    Isabel is undressing Rahul with her eyes.  
    
                          ISABEL
              Oh that's my patient upstairs...  No 
              Kitty was my little sister.
    
                          ENGLISH PATIENT (O.S.)
              Your patient?  I'll have you know I 
              spent three weeks walking through 
              the desert trying to find a 
              restroom...
    
    Isabel studies the turban at arms length.
    
    She leans in close behind Rahul.  She closes her eyes and 
    breathes in. She stands.
    
                          ISABEL
              I'll be right back.
    
    Rahul continues to inspect the piano and the surrounding 
    debris.
    
    We hear footsteps go up a stairs then across the room 
    overhead.
    
                          ENGLISH PATIENT (O.S.)
              Oh good I haven't had a sponge bath 
              in weeks.
    
                          ISABEL (O.S.)
              Here.  I'll fluff up your pillow for 
              you.
    
    A struggling muffled groan for a few minutes... AAAND yet a 
    few more minutes.  Then a final gasp.
    
    We hear footsteps across the upstairs room, then the sound 
    of quick footsteps down the stairs.  
    
    Isabel watching Rahul...  
    
                          ISABEL
              What are you doing?
    
                          RAHUL
              The Germans used this monastery as a 
              Mime school during the war.  I'm 
              checking for trip wires.
    
    Isabel sits down close to Rahul, grabs his turban and fluffs 
    up some droopy feathers.  Sneezes. 
    
                          ISABEL
              Ohhh ah Mimes.  That would explain 
              all the makeup and boxes of umbrellas 
              in the kitchen.  So I guess there 
              might be mimes upstairs, too?
    
    She continues to stroke the feathers on the turban till 
    they're rigid. 
    
                          RAHUL
              Yes.  I should check upstairs as 
              well.  We've been discovering Mime 
              fields throughout the country side.
    
    Isabel checks her handy work.
    
                          ISABEL
              You needn't bother.  Upstairs is 
              probably OK.  War is hell.  Would 
              you like to help me take a shower?
    
                          ENGLISH PATIENT (O.S.)
              I'll say war is hell.  I dropped by 
              the hospital for a lube job and next 
              thing you know here I am.  This is 
              like when I was in Cairo on an errand 
              for the British consulate and was 
              having tea and crumpets with a short 
              bald man and his tall bald wife... 
              Or was it the other way around... 
              Anyways...
    
    Isabel's jaw drops.  She looks around.  She smiles at Rahul
    
                          ISABEL
              I'll just be a minute.
    
    We hear footsteps run up the stairs and across the upstairs 
    room.
    
                          ENGLISH PATIENT (O.S.)
              Oh you're back.  I feel so refreshed 
              after my last nap...  Oh the pillow 
              again.
    
    A muffled struggle for a few minutes.  Then a few more minutes 
    of struggling followed by large thumps, bangs and crashes.  
    Dust and debris falls around Rahul as he continues to check 
    around the piano.
    
    Again we hear footsteps running down the stairs.
    
    Out of breath Isabel collapses to the floor.  
    
    As Rahul looks under the piano.
    
                          RAHUL
              You're not staying here alone, are 
              you?
    
    Rahul cautiously moves some of the rubble and points to a 
    Mime.  The Mime acts like he's trapped in a box.
    
                          ISABEL
              No.  I'm caring for a burn victim.  
              Well hopefully not anymore.
    
                          ENGLISH PATIENT (O.S.)
              Funny thing is I wasn't a burn victim 
              when I went to the hospital.  I was 
              a little dehydrated from being in 
              the desert for a few weeks.  Not 
              burned at all really. I had plenty 
              of hot cocoa.  You see there were 
              two of us at first and yet no 
              restroom.  Not a one... I did have 
              an airplane.  Did I tell you about 
              my airplane?
    
    Isabel jumps up and runs upstairs.  Loud fast FOOTSTEPS across 
    the upstairs room. 
    
    Suddenly the Mime is no longer trapped in a box and leaps up 
    and runs in place.
    
    Rahul creates an imaginary lasso.  He twirls it over his 
    head then flings it over the Mime.
    
    The Mime stops and fights the lasso.
    
    Rahul pulls the Mime towards him and ties the Mime's hands 
    with an imaginary rope.
    
    Upstairs there's pounding, sawing and hammering.  More muffled 
    struggling as a sheet is torn.  More muffled noise.
    
    Isabel rejoins Rahul downstairs.  She picks up Rahul's turban 
    and cleans it off.
    
    She notices some metal piping across the room.  She runs 
    over and starts digging out a huge pile of debris uncovering 
    the pipes for a large pipe organ.  
    
                          RAHUL
                   (to Isabel)
              You're a doctor?
    
                          ISABEL
              I'm a nurse.  A dirty dirty nurse 
              who needs a shower.  I had the 
              hospital convoy leave me here with 
              my patient.  We didn't think he'd 
              make the whole trip.  And I think we 
              were right.
    
    The Mime's head rocks from side to side like a metronome.  
    Rahul calls out...
    
                          RAHUL
              Private. 
    
    A Soldier enters the room followed by a brisk breeze.
    
                          RAHUL
              Take this Mime outside to the open 
              field behind the monastery.
    
    Isabel lights a gas torch and is building some metal pipes 
    and connections from the baby grand piano to the organ pipes 
    she just found.
    
    She sees the mime. 
    
                          ISABEL
              Why is he doing that?
    
                          RAHUL
              He's a time delay Mime.
    
    The Mime's head rocks faster.
    
                          RAHUL
                   (to soldier)
              Quickly, Private.  Quickly.
    
    Isabel gets back to work and finishes the piping.  
    
    She notices Rahul's turban, reaches under her shirt behind 
    her back, and pulls off her bra.
    
    Isabel fastens the bra to the turban to make a chin strap.
    
    She strokes the feathers on the turban.  Sighs.  She hands 
    Rahul his new turban.
    
                          RAHUL
              Well ... ah thanks.  We will be in 
              the area working.  Please be careful.
    
    Isabel wraps her arms around his neck, gives him a big kiss 
    and humps his leg.
    
                          ISABEL
              You saved my life.  How can I ever 
              repay you?
    
    Rahul peels Isabel away.
    
                          RAHUL
              Ah your music.  The piano is okay 
              now. Please continue your playing.
    
    Rahul pulls on the modified turban.  The bra cups on each 
    side of his face.
    
    EXT. COURTYARD - MONASTERY
    
    Rahul climbs into the passenger side of a truck with a sign 
    painted on it: "MIME DISPOSAL AND CATERING - BATTALION
    
    76" "ASK US ABOUT GROUP RATES".
    
    As the truck drives off.
    
    KABOOM.
    
    A large explosion from behind the monastery followed by a 
    deafening scream.
    
                          PRIVATE
              Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
    
    Covered with bright colored clown makeup the Private lands 
    head first several yards in front of the truck.
    
                          RAHUL
                   (to driver)
              Stop.  Grab a shovel.
    
    Rahul jumps out of the truck.
    
                          RAHUL
              I keep telling him it's the red wire.
    
    INT. MONASTERY -- NIGHT
    
    Isabel sits at the baby grand piano but now when she presses 
    the keys the organ pipes blare out.  
    
    We now see steam punching through the night air from pipes 
    running straight upwards into the English patients upstairs 
    room.
    
    EXT. COURTYARD - MONASTERY
    
    We move up to see the English patient strapped to his bed as 
    the platform the bed is on, framed by huge mechanical geared 
    trusses, moves slowly upwards into the night sky.
    
    The wind whips snow and sleet at the English patient... 
    
    Bach's Toccata and Fugue thunders into the air over the sound 
    of steam drives and gears grinding.
    
    We can barely make out...
    
                          ENGLISH PATIENT
              ... then through the fog a plane 
              moving at tremendous speed clips our 
              bathtub.  That's when you know it's 
              time to get another room and another 
              bathtub.  Did I tell you about my 
              car?...
    
    THE END

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    NUCLEAR WINTER
    
    FADE IN:
    
    INT. UNDERGROUND BUNKER -- DIM
    
    Dingy. Dim. Dusty. Light bulbs are strung along the ceiling
    illuminating the concrete walls that line the intersecting
    hallways. Most are burned out.
    
    A FLASH and another light bulb dies just as a SMALL ROBOT
    rolls by, its badly repaired tread clomps along as it slowly
    travels along the cement floor.
    
    We follow it into a wider hall, where more barely working
    ROBOTS collect in front of a sign that reads ASSEMBLY HALL.
    
    
    INT. ASSEMBLY HALL -- CONTINUOUS
    
    Theater seating looking down at the stage where a tattered
    curtain mostly hides what's behind it.
    
    Suddenly, harsh, out of tune, synthesized music as the
    curtain slowly rises to reveal...
    
    Four ROBOTS assembled at the middle of the empty stage. They
    don what's left of their human masks and the first one
    speaks in "mechanical" French.
    
                           FIRST ACTOR
              L'écho silencieux d'un mot jamais
              prononcé...
                    (The silent echo of a
                     word never spoken...)
    
                           SECOND ACTOR
              La silhouette invisible d'un visage
              jamais vu...
                    (The invisible silhouette
                     of a face never seen...)
    
                           THIRD ACTOR
              Le parfum de parfum sans odeur
              jamais flotté ...
                    (The odorless fragrance
                     of perfume never
                     wafted...)
    
                           FOURTH ACTOR
              Le calme d'une brise printanière
              fraîche jamais soufflée...
                    (The stillness of a cool
                     spring breeze never
                     blown...)
     
    And then... an "imposing" VOICE crackles over the tinny
    speakers...
    
                           VOICE
              Welcome to the 150,475th production
              of NUCLEAR WINTER. Written by the
              esteemed me Mécanique.
    
    The small crowd of ROBOTS in the seats half heartedly
    applaud, many incapable of moving their corroded appendages.
    
    Props are slowly shoved into place and the cast of Robots,
    in creepy human masks, methodically work through the play.
    
    Then...
    
    The last, dramatic line by a DECREPIT ROBOT, who can barely
    move.
    
                           DECREPIT
              ...And then, at last, we shall
              return, the long winter finally
              past. The breeze of spring wafting
              through the trees.
    
    For the first time there is momentary enthusiasm as the
    curtain falls.
    
    
    INT. OUTSIDE THE ASSEMBLY HALL -- LATER
    
    The Robots silently file out of the Assembly Hall and limp
    away, passing...
    
    PIP, a VERY SMALL ROBOT, barely animated, who stares at a
    blinking GREEN LIGHT. His one working arm points to it,
    while his dull eyes blink in unison to the light.
    
    Pip tries to speak but the sound is garbled.
    
    Two "TWIN" SERVICE ROBOTS, FLIP and WILSON, stop and pat Pip
    on the head.
    
                           FLIP
              Poor addled little thing. Obsessed
              with that light.
    
    Pip jabs at the light with his tiny arm, his garbled voice
    louder, agitated.
    
    Wilson stares up the light, chuckles, then pats Pip on the
    head again.
    
    Then he tilts his head slightly.
    
                           WILSON
              Seems like, long ago, that light on
              the left used to be lit instead of
              the one on the right...
    
                           FLIP
              No, I'm sure it was always the
              same.
    
                           WILSON
              You're probably right. It just...
    
    Flip's POV, a blinking grey light, a world of black of white
    television.
    
    Wilson's POV, the same.
    
    Pip's POV, a bright, blinking GREEN LIGHT in a dull, dimly,
    colored world. An unlit RED LIGHT to its left.
    
    FLASHBACK:
    
    
    INT. LABORATORY -- BRIGHT
    
    JOHN BUSBY, 40s, in lab coat is angry.
    
                           JOHN
              Damn, incompetent idiots. None of
              these sensors are in color. How in
              the hell am I supposed to create
              robots who aren't color blind?
    
    Pip squeaks in alarm.
    
    John picks him up and nestles him in the crook of his arm.
    
                           JOHN
              It's okay, Pip, I'll use my
              smartphone sensor for you. You'll
              be the only one who will be able to
              see color and you'll have the most
              important job of all...
    
    FLASH FORWARD 20 YEARS:
    
    
    INT. HALLWAY -- BRIGHT
    
    The hall is spit shined, sleek robots whir through the
    halls, busy and content. No humans in sight.
    
    Pip is staring at the blinking red light. He sings in a
    trilly little voice.
    
                           PIP
              Song sung blue... everybody has
              one... Song sung...
    
    POP.
    
    A puff of SMOKE. Pip's tries to speak.
    
                           PIP
              Ackdoykjey!
    
    BACK TO PRESENT:
    
    
    INT. HALLWAY -- DIM
    
    ALARMS sounding. Flip and Wilson respond. We follow them
    down the hall into...
    
    
    INT. HUGE ROOM -- DIM
    
    Thousands of STASIS PODS cover the floor. Most are unlit and
    dark. But nine, in one corner have lights, two are blinking.
    
    Flip yells at the panel.
    
                           FLIP
              What happened?
    
                           PANEL VOICE (O.S.)
              Their generator fuel line burst.
              They're gone.
    
                           FLIP
              And the fuel?
    
                           PANEL VOICE (O.S.)
              Lost.
    
                           WILSON
                    (shoulders slumping)
              Only seven left.
    
    
    INT. HALLWAY -- LATER
    
    Pip's eyes are dimmer, no longer blinking with the light.
    
    LITTLE JOHN, a LIMPING Robot in a BROWN ROBE and COWL creaks
    as he stoops down to Pip, a tiny oil can in his hand.
    
                           LITTLE JOHN
              I don't have much to spare, little
              one, but at least we can keep your
              one good arm working.
    
    Little John lightly oils the mechanical arm, but Pip's eyes
    go dull, blink out. Back on momentarily.
    
    Then they flicker out.
    
    Gone.
    
    Little John tries to close the metal eyelids, but has to put
    a little oil on them first.
    
    He makes the sign of the cross...
    
                           LITTLE JOHN
              Requiescat in Pace...
    
    We FLOAT away from Pip, gaining speed as we fly up the hall,
    through a STEEL BANK VAULT DOOR into another set of
    hallways, where supplies, marked "Fuel," "Generators,"
    "Light Bulbs" are stored in dusty boxes.
    
    We see a FLASHING GREEN LIGHT and fly through another steel
    vault door, through it and into another level. We gain speed
    as we fly through several more levels of the same, green
    blinking light, supplies ready... and then...
    
    Popping through through the LAST steel door we're high above
    GREEN VALLEYS, TALL TREES, BLUE WATER and WHITE CAPPED
    MOUNTAINS. HERDS of animals graze on grass.
    
    
    INT. HALLWAY -- DIM
    
                           LITTLE JOHN
              You're free at last, little one.
    
                                                    FADE OUT:

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    EXCERPT FROM A LARGER WORK
    
    EXT. WIDE VALLEY - DAY
    
    The mushroom cloud boils skywards. Darkening after the
    initial explosion.
    
    The vast starship struggles away. A vast pyramid. The base
    five hundred meters a side, the peak six hundred meters from
    the base. Black and silver. The shadowy green of the force
    field is gone.
    
    It's wide open.
    
    The main impellors aren't designed for travel. A quarter
    are damaged now. A whole flank of ventral thrusters are
    trashed. One side of the pyramid is a scorched shredded
    mess. Sections of panel have been torn away. Smoke wafts
    from fifty places. Flame here and there.
    
    It's a mess. But it's still functional.
    
    It strikes a mound. A hundred thousand tons, even at walking
    pace, has a sh*t-ton of inertia. The starship bulldozes off
    the hill. Dirt tumbles down the slope. Fifty year old
    trees snap like matches.
    
    Deployed for berthed static defense (AKA dealing with uppity
    natives) are a ring of eight plasma weapons. They are high
    on the pyramid. Excellent fields of fire.
    
    Only two are firing. Maybe the others aren't manned, maybe
    they're damaged.
    
    Doesn't matter.
    
    We're more interested in the targets.
    
    Men and women. Humans. Armed. Hostile. An army.
    
    
    EXT. BRUSH FILLED GUT - CONTINUOUS
    
    MORRIS FLETCHER peeks out. Fletcher is dark, tall and
    gaunt. Faded tattoos cover his arms. He's dressed in a
    military uniform. But it's tatty, hand made, old, patched.
    It brands him as a one star general.
    
                             FLETCHER
                  Damn!
    
    PAUL MORGAN shares the same hole. Morgan is shorter,
    blonder, and a lot younger. He wears no uniform. But his
    clothing looks hand made too.
    
                             MORGAN
                  We missed our chance!
    
                             FLETCHER
                  'Taint over til it's over boy.
    
    Fifty meters away men tear camouflage from a howitzer. The
    weapon is old. The paint has been worn away. The rubber
    wheels are gone. Wagon wheels replace them.
    
                             MORGAN
                  It's just survived a nuclear bomb!
    
    BOOM!
    
    Five hundred meters away the shell slams into the starship.
    No explosion.
    
    Just sparks as the solid steel shell penetrates deeply,
    ripping through several bulkheads.
    
    
    EXT. SHIPSIDE PLASMA STATION - CONTINUOUS
    
    A Plasma weapon jerks, aims, responds with a flash.
    
    
    EXT. HOWITZER POSITION - CONTINUOUS
    
    The gun and it's crew are incinerated. Spare artillery ammo
    cooks off. Spectacular explosions.
    
                             FLETCHER
                  Sh*t, that was fast! The nuke
                  damaged it, took out the shields.
                  Now we know we can hurt them.
    
                             MORGAN
                  One shell! How many more guns in
                  this valley?
    
                             FLETCHER
                  Eighteen, twenty. Depends who
                  arrived and what they brought with
                  them for this party.
    
    All around the valley small arms are peppering the stricken
    vessel. Their effect is minor. But they're drawing fire
    from the plasma weapons.
    
    
    EXT. LEADING LEAD OF THE STARSHIP - CONTINUOUS
    
    A hundred meters from the starship foxholes open up. Twenty
    men and woman with shoulder fired antitank weapons. They
    ripple fire inside five seconds. Every round explodes
    against the starship.
    
    Then the shooters duck down.
    
    The plasma weapon can't track that close. Flashes of
    energy. Overshoot! The men high five. Some reload.
    
    The alien pilot's (an Octopod) tentacles flicker over the
    controls. It breathes heavy under stress. Neck frills
    flutter wildly.
    
    The ship grounds itself. The twenty are crushed, entombed
    in their own foxholes.
    
    A man sprints in from the flank. With natural agility he
    finds foot and handholds up the shredded fuselage. He
    appears unarmed. We see wires hanging from his back pack.
    
    Two other follow. Neither reaches the ship. Both die in
    seconds.
    
    
    INT. CONTROL ROOM - SIMULTANEOUS
    
    The ship defense officer (a Gray) sees the man.
    
                             DEFENSE OFFICER
                        (subtitled)
                  Boarders! Motive level three! Shore
                  patrol attend!
    
    
    INT. SHIP BARRACKS - CONTINUOUS
    
    Waiting armed soldiers storm from the barracks. A wild
    mixture or reptilians and hairys. A sole Gray commands
    them - from the rear.
    
    They see the boarder almost at once. He dives to cover.
    They open fire a split second late.
    
                             DEFENSE OFFICER
                        (subtitled)
                  Registering crude explosives!
    
    The shore patrol unleash again.
    
    He's hidden.
    
    The boarder smiles and mouths "F*ck YOU!"
    
    Triggers the explosive backpack.
    
    
    EXT. STARSHIP - CONTINUOUS
    
    A new explosion casts debris from the ship.   A few alien
    bodies too.
    
                             FLETCHER
                  Yes!
    
    The starship strikes the Earth again. It's A single massive
    support leg plows into a low ridge. The crest of soil
    grows. Immovable object, irresistible force. The starship
    turns on the leg. One hundred thousand tons pivoting out of
    control.
    
    
    INT. CONTROL ROOM - CONTINUOUS
    
    The pilot's tentacles are a blur.
    
    The defense officer clings to his seat.
    
                             DEFENSE OFFICER
                       (subtitled)
                  We only have two plasma weapons
                  operating. Gunners get to your
                  stations! Relief gunners get to your
                  stations! Anyone who can use a
                  plasma weapon get to the batteries
                  and help!
    
    Various beings race for battle positions.
    
    
    EXT. WIDE VALLEY - CONTINUOUS
    
    Three ancient tanks roll out of revetments. Three guns
    thunder. Three shells strike the starship. One plasma
    weapon brackets a tank but they're made of harder stuff.
    They fire again before the first explodes.
    
    More artillery join in. The gunners aiming and slamming new
    shells in as fast as possible. The plan? Keep firing until
    they die.
    
                                                                 
    INT. GUNNERY STATION - CONTINUOUS
    
    The alien weaponmasters are panicking. Two plasma stations
    are manned, then three, then four. Out-going fire grows in
    weight. Most shots go wild.
    
    
    EXT. WIDE VALLEY - CONTINUOUS
    
    Another tank explodes. Fuel and ammo cooking off. A vast
    explosion. The turret pirouettes through the air.
    
    Two artillery pieces follow suit. Men and machines
    incinerated.
    
    Fletcher and Morgan watch the starship. It's closer.
    Almost on them. But scarcely moving.
    
    Explosion after explosion tears at it's structure. But it's
    f*cking immense. The light weapons are eroding it. But
    they need a ship killer.
    
    They hear a scream of rockets.
    
                             FLETCHER
                  Our airforce!
    
    IN THE AIR...
    
    Seven dark dots become seven aircraft.
    
    The aircraft that lumbers into shot are odd. Handmade jets.
    Identical but not. Each leaves smoky trails of sparks and
    half burnt fuel. They wallow in the air, heavy, staying
    airborne through sheer thrust.
    
    Energy pluses flash it them. Most are hit in seconds but
    they're tougher than they look. Three become flaming
    meteors.
    
    Four survivors kamikaze into the starship.
    
    ON THE GROUND...
    
                             FLETCHER
                  That's better!
    
    Nope! It's not. Somehow the starship shrugs off the blows.
    Two of the plasma weapons are gone. Fires are raging.
    
    But humanity's last airforce is gone.
                                                                 
                             MORGAN
                  It's still coming. The f*cker's
                  going to escape!
    
    It's scarcely levitating. The twelve great landing struts
    are ripping the earth open more often than they're
    levitated. The speed is less than walking speed.
    
    It stops, the starts again.
    
    The third and final tank explodes. It has fired ten rounds.
    Struck the starship ten times. Ten hard punches. Three
    artillery pieces are still firing. Then two, one, none.
    Then only small arms. Fifty cal down to 5.56.
    
    But there are literally hundreds of humans there. Every
    single one armed.
    
    The plasma weapons respond. More often than not,
    effectively.
    
    INSIDE THE SHIP...
    
    The shore patrol fires. Several drop.
    
    OUTSIDE, EVERYWHERE...
    
    Soldiers are killed. Shooting dwindles. Men and women are
    breaking. Going to ground. Finding whatever cover they
    can.
    
    Several run.
    
                             MORGAN
                  They've won!
    
                             FLETCHER
                  The hell they have!
    
                             MORGAN
                  What's left in the bucket Fletcher?
    
    Fletcher looks blank.
    
                             FLETCHER
                  Just warm bodies.
    
    Morgan tries to grab him.
    
                             MORGAN
                  No!
    
                             FLETCHER
                  Ready the attack.
    
    A signalman lights the fuses to a rack of wooden rockets.
    No radios here. Fifteen lift off. All explode red.
    
                             FLETCHER (cont'd)
                  Red means run son.
    
                             MORGAN
                  What? We can't.
    
                             FLETCHER
                  Sar'major! Pipe 'em up.
    
    The sergeant major stands, blows into his bagpipes. The
    drone starts. Then the pipes.
    
    All over the valley men and women hear the pipes calling.
    They ready themselves. Another piper starts, and a third.
    
    Fletcher stands.
    
                             FLETCHER (cont'd)
                  Winter is coming, you son's of
                  bitches! You can die in the cold or
                  you can die in the fire of battle but
                  no one lives for ever!
    
    Armed only with a huge sword he clambers out of the hole.
    Screaming he runs at the starship. There's a moment's
    hesitation, where he's alone but for the keening pipes.
    
    Then, from all over the valley two and a half thousand men
    and women rise from trenches, foxholes and bunkers.
    Screaming they charge at the stricken space craft.
    
    They are decimated. Literally. Two hundred dead. In
    seconds. Then more. The closest unleash with RPGs and
    grenade launchers. A hundred tank killing missiles. they
    explode like machine gun fire.
    
    Chunks of the ruined craft fall away.
    
    But surviving shore patrol members have assembled in the
    ruined face of the pyramid. They snipe back.
    
    A PLASMA WEAPON BRACKETS FLETCHER
    
    ...but he's only carrying a sword. It resorts targets.
    
    A soldier reaches throwing range. He dumps ten grenades on
    the grass. Then hurls them into holes in the fuselage.
    Several detonate among the shore patrol. Enough to force a
    breach.
    
    Human soldiers storm through. Fletcher is in their midst.
    BERSERKING! His sword is slick, red and green and black.
    Blood of a dozen alien races.
    
    
    INT. CONTROL ROOM - CONTINUOUS
    
                             PILOT
                  All crew abandon all non essential
                  areas. I'm taking all power for...
    
    The pilot gives everything to the impellors.
    
    Suddenly the ship lifts, a few centimeters, thirty, eighty,
    two meters. Then at four meters it can't climb any higher.
    
    For a moment fifty or so humans fighting their way aboard
    control the fate of their planet.
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    Code:
    IT'S A DOG'S LIFE
    
    OVER BLACK
    
    A DOG'S RAPID PANTING is heard throughout.
    
    FADE IN:
    
    INT. APARTMENT KITCHEN - NIGHT
    
    DOG POV, down near floor level. We do not see the dog, we 
    are the dog.
    
    MIKE and HANNA, a 30s couple, are arguing. Dog only sees 
    them from the waist down.
    
                          HANNA
              You can't just bring a dog home 
              with you!
    
                          MIKE
              He was wandering in the park.
    
                          HANNA
              Someone's there right now, looking 
              for it!
    
                          MIKE
              He, and no one was looking for 
              him, he doesn't have an owner.
    
                          HANNA
              How do you, how do you know this?
    
                          MIKE
              He wasn't wearing a collar.
    
                          HANNA
              How come it's wearing one now?
    
                          MIKE
              I bought him a collar, he needed a 
              collar. Stop calling him "it," he 
              can hear you.
    
                          HANNA
              And you bought him those bowls, 
              and that food?
    
                          MIKE
              What do you want him to eat, 
              lasagna?
    
                          HANNA
              When are you going to get your 
              phone repaired?
    
                          MIKE
              I don't, what, why would I--
    
                          HANNA
              If it was working, you would have 
              called me from the park and said, 
              "Honey, is it okay to bring this 
              strange dog home with me?" and I 
              would have told you NO, f*ck off.
    
                          MIKE
              Aw don't be like that, you didn't 
              see him, wandering all alone, 
              looking lost.
    
                          HANNA
              It's someone's dog. They're going 
              to want it back.
    
                          MIKE
              For your information, when a dog 
              doesn't have a collar, that means 
              he doesn't have an owner. There is 
              no owner. He is a masterless dog.
    
                          HANNA
              I have a great idea!
    
                          MIKE
              If this "great idea" includes the 
              words "return" and "park" then let 
              me stop you right there.
    
                          HANNA
              I don't want a dog, you have to 
              ask me, do you want a dog? And I 
              have to say yes, before you bring 
              a f*cking dog home with you.
    
                          MIKE
              You should have seen the look in 
              his eyes.
    
                          HANNA
              How close were you to him? Were 
              you on the ground, rolling around 
              in the leaves?
    
                          MIKE
              His eyes said help me, nobody loves 
              me, they just abandoned me, I'm 
              cold and I'm hungry.
    
                          HANNA
              He. Goes. Back.
    
                          MIKE
              Don't be so cruel, it's dark out 
              there and it's going to be freezing 
              temperatures tonight. You can't 
              cast him out into the cold.
    
                          HANNA
              He's wearing a fur coat.
    
                          MIKE
              Well okay, here you go, here's his 
              leash, take him.
    
                          HANNA
              No, it's not me, don't dare.
    
                          MIKE
              Put on his leash, put on his leash 
              while you look into his eyes and 
              see the pain there, as he realizes 
              what's happening to him.
    
                          HANNA
              You are a f*cking drama queen.
    
                          MIKE
              You're asking me to put a dog 
              outside, to abandon him in the 
              park, when it's going to be freezing 
              tonight, when he could literally 
              freeze to death and not wake up.
    
                          HANNA
              Or his OWNER, who has been looking 
              for him ever since you STOLE him 
              from the park, and is out of his 
              goddamn MIND with worry, will find 
              him and take him home.
    
                          MIKE
              Do I have to explain the collar 
              thing over again?
    
                          HANNA
              His collar could have got caught 
              on something and fallen off, you 
              don't know. Look at him, he's a 
              healthy dog, are you trying to 
              tell me no one's looked after him, 
              taken him to the vet, given him 
              his shots? He has a family and 
              that family loves him. You know 
              what you are? You're a dognapper.
    
                          MIKE
              No such word.
    
                          HANNA
              It's been in the news! Dognappers 
              snatch dogs off the street and 
              call their owners and demand a 
              ransom.
    
                          MIKE
              Yeah right.
    
                          HANNA
              That actress, the one you like, 
              the blonde, with the big lips, she 
              had her poodle snatched.
    
                          MIKE
              Aw come on, that's reality show 
              bullsh*t.
    
                          HANNA
              She got her poodle snatched and 
              they called her at home and said, 
              fifty thousand bucks or the dog 
              gets it. I heard it, on the news.
    
                          MIKE
              Bull. Sh*t.
    
                          HANNA
              She wasn't laughing, she was in 
              tears, she pleaded with the 
              dognappers to bring her baby back.
    
                          MIKE
              She could get a thousand poodles 
              for fifty grand.
    
                          HANNA
              She didn't want a thousand poodles, 
              she just wanted Twinkie.
    
                          MIKE
              Twinkie the poodle. You're pulling 
              my twinkie.
    
                          HANNA
              The dognappers were texting her, 
              cops couldn't pin them down, they 
              used disposable phones, a different 
              number every time.
    
                          MIKE
              What did she say, "I want to hear 
              his bark, I want to know he's still 
              alive."
    
                          HANNA
              You're trying to make a joke out 
              of this but you're the goddamn 
              dognapper here. That dog, right 
              there, belongs to someone. Maybe 
              they have kids, they're crying 
              their eyes out, worried sick.
    
                          MIKE
              Did she receive an ear in the mail 
              as a warning?
    
                          HANNA
              You're joking about a dog having 
              its ear cut off?
    
                          MIKE
              What's her name, what was she in?
    
                          HANNA
              I don't know, that one with DeNiro.
    
                          MIKE
              The bank heist or the hunt thing? 
              Did she pay the ransom?
    
                          HANNA
              She wanted to pay but her husband 
              wouldn't let her, and the cops 
              said no, like we don't negotiate 
              with terrorists, that stuff. It 
              was heart-rending, I couldn't stop 
              crying.
    
                          MIKE
              Oh who's the drama queen now?
    
                          HANNA
              I wish you'd seen her, you might 
              not be such a sh*t about it. 
              Anyways, enough crap, get that 
              thing out of here, take it back to 
              the park and kiss it goodbye.
    
                          MIKE
              Jesus, will you just--
    
                          HANNA
              Before you say anything else, 
              consider how much your back hurts 
              when you sleep on the couch.
    
                          MIKE
              Look, I'm not wanting an argument.  
              I just need you to show a little 
              compassion.
    
                          HANNA
              Says dog ear man.
    
                          MIKE
              A little compassion for a dog who 
              is going to be cast out into the 
              cold and will be lying shivering 
              under a bush, wondering why you 
              did this to him.
    
                          HANNA
              You f*ck! This isn't on me! You 
              brought it here, you take it back, 
              and I mean now.
    
                          MIKE
              You know what, I'm sleeping on the 
              couch tonight, through choice. I 
              can't bear to be with someone who's 
              so heartless.
    
                          HANNA
              Hey, wha'd'ya know, I might actually 
              get some sleep for a change.
    
    Mike approaches Dog, crouches down, we see him for the 
    first time, sadface as he looks into camera.
    
                          MIKE
              I'm sorry, Pushkin, mommy doesn't 
              want you here any more.
    
                          HANNA
              F*ck off.
    
    Mike shows puzzlement.
    
                          MIKE
              Oh you got the collar off, guess 
              you didn't like it. Harry goddamn 
              Houdini.
    
                          HANNA
              Take it back to the store tomorrow, 
              take everything back, get a refund.
    
    Mike stands up, walks to the door.
    
                          MIKE
              Come on Pushkin. Looks like you 
              and me are going for walkies.
    
    Dog POV follows mike to the door.
    
    Mike opens the door, Dog POV exits the apartment.
    
    POV changes, on HANNA as the door closes and the lock 
    CLICKS. Mike and Dog are gone. PANTING STOPS.
    
    Hanna leans against the counter, sips her coffee.
    
                          HANNA
              "Pushkin," for f*ck's sake.
    
    She looks at the counter, sees the collar and leash.
    
    She puts down her coffee, picks up the collar. Twirls it 
    around her finger. Smiles.
    
    
    INT. APARTMENT LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
    
    Hanna stands at the window, peering out through the curtains 
    at the dark night.
    
    She's as naked as the day she was born. Except for the dog 
    collar she's wearing. The leash is attached and she holds 
    the loop in her hand so the leash is tight.
    
    KNOCKING at the door. Hanna sighs.
    
                          HANNA
              Yes, yes forget your keys, why 
              don't you?
    
    She walks through the kitchen, to the door.
    
    She unlocks it and opens it, and as she does so she lifts 
    the leash up over her head.
    
    
    INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE APARTMENT - NIGHT
    
    As Hanna opens the door and says-- 
    
                          HANNA
              Walkies?
    
    She shows surprise and so does the TALL MAN standing there 
    gaping at her.
    
                          TALL MAN
              Good God, I'm sorry--
    
                          HANNA
              No I'm sorry, I thought you were 
              my husband.
    
    He half-turns as if to leave.
    
                          TALL MAN
              I'll just--
    
                          HANNA
              Let's not be embarrassed, we're 
              both adults. I'm sure you've seen 
              a naked woman before. If not, this 
              is what one looks like. What can I 
              do for you?
    
    Tall Man opens his mouth to say something, gets distracted 
    by Hanna's unashamed nakedness, he closes his eyes for a 
    moment, sucks in a deep breath, tries again. 
    
                          TALL MAN
              I know this might sound stupid, 
              but I'm looking for my dog. Someone 
              said they saw a man with a dog 
              that sounded like mine. I've been 
              knocking on all the doors.
    
                          HANNA
              I wish I could help. I'm sure he'll 
              turn up soon. Dogs always do. He's 
              probably sniffing a drainpipe or 
              something. 
                   (sniffing loudly)
              My God, this smell, I must know 
              who she is.
    
                          TALL MAN
              Hah, I hope so.
    
                          HANNA
              Until he does...
    
    Hanna offers him the leash.
    
                          HANNA
              You wanna take me for walkies?
    
    Tall Man swallows hard and runs his finger inside his collar 
    as if letting steam out.
    
    He takes the lead and steps inside, closing the door, and 
    we catch a glimpse of Hanna's wide smile.
    
    
    EXT. PARK - NIGHT
    
    Mike looks around, puzzled. No sign of Dog.
    
                          MIKE
              Pushkin? Pushkin?
    
    FADE OUT

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  • dpaterso
    started a topic Entries - Winter is Coming contest

    Entries - Winter is Coming contest

    Alas no last-moment emails have appeared, so we have 6 entries, and the titles are:

    It's A Dog's Life
    Winter is Coming excerpt (I think that's the title)
    Nuclear Winter
    Winter is Coming for the English Patient
    Them Bones
    Odd Man Out

    Read 'em and pick your top 3 favorites, and PM or email me your choices in the format,

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

    ...which helps enormously.

    Please don't vote for your own entry, if we could do this then everyone would, so it would just cloud the voting.

    If you don't like the code boxes, which preserve formatting, then select Thread Tools > Show Printable Version

    The preparation process isn't perfect, sometimes I have to edit or re-type something that's gone askew, if you find anything odd then blame me not the author!

    Have at it, shout if problems. Just saying, I scribble some notes as I'm reading so I can remember what I liked (or didn't) and this helps me decide what I'm voting for.

    Send your votes by next weekend, is that okay? You don't have to be a contestant to read and vote, feel free to join in.

    For posterity the discussion thread is here and the results thread is here.
    Last edited by dpaterso; 09-15-2019, 12:37 PM.
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