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hwp Screenplay by
Sarah Parriott & Josann McGibbon
FADE IN
EXT. AN IMPOSSIBLE EXPANSE OF MARYLAND FARMLAND - DAY
The wind rustles the endless field of corn, blows over the
freshly mown meadow of soybeans, and magically sways a copse of
trees.
Its a Fall after-noon. A SUDDEN POUNDING OF GALLOPING HOOVES
breaks the peace and... A HORSE and RIDER burst between the rows
of corn into the meadow. They are running for their lives.
CLOSE ON:
The rider is a bride -- a beautiful woman dressed in a
disheveled wedding gown, its train tattered and flying like a
knights banner out behind her. This is MAGGIE CARPENTER.
The horse is frothing and wild-eyed, like the bride, who turns
to look behind her in terror. The horses labored breathing
mingles with Maggies panicked gasps.
We see a WEDDING BOUQUET fly into a ditch as the horse thunders
on. Maggie clings to the reins. She looks as though she is
running from the devil himself.
FADE TO BLACK
EXT. IKES APARTMENT BUILDING - DAY
Establishing.
CUT TO:
EXT. IKES APARTMENT BUILDING - DAY - ESTABLISHING SHOT
EXT. NEW YORK STREET - DAY
IKE (V.O.)
Hey, Fisher, pick up. I have some
column ideas I want to bounce off you.
Not there? Okay. Listen Im thinking
of writing about those mind-numbing
informercials that are always on.
Ike walks out of his apartment building talking on cell phone.
IKE (contd)
What do you think? Good idea, right?
Boring, down to death, pointless -- It
sucks.
Ike yells at a CONSTRUCTION WORKER.
IKE (contd)
If you guys are here any longer,
theyre gonna make you sign a lease.
CONSTRUCTION WORKER
Your column should be so funny.
Ike turns and walks down the street, talking into cell phone.
IKE
Okay, I was also thinking I might write
about...
He spots a RICH LADY with tons of diamonds getting out of a
Limousine, talking to a CHAUFFEUR. He goes up to her.
IKE (contd)
Excuse me. I was thinking of doing an
article on limousines. What would you
say to people who never had a chance to
drive in a limo?
They walk up to her DOORMAN.
LADY
Im sorry, I dont know any people like
that.
Ike walks off. They stare at him as he goes.
EXT. ANOTHER NEW YORK STREET - DAY
Ikes talking on the phone to his friends machine again.
IKE
(into phone)
Fisher? Come on -- I know youre
sitting there laughing at me. Pick up.
I want to run an idea past you.
Ike continues walking now in the full panic of writers block.
He pleads into his friends answering machine as he walks.
IKE (contd)
(into phone)
I just could use someone to toss it
back and forth with for a few minutes,
get the juice flowing, help me. I have
an hour and twenty-seven minutes and
fifty-two seconds. Hello?
He walks away from the t-shirt table towards the bar. The
Vendor calls out to him.
T-SHIRT VENDOR
Hey, Ike, when are you going to put me
in an article?
IKE
When your t-shirts stop shrinking.
Ike enters the bar. The Woman drops the shirt she was holding
and walks off with her children. The T-shirt Vendor goes back
to selling his shirts.
INT. NEW YORK BAR - LATE DAY
Ike sits at the bar speaking to an attractive Woman nearby, a
MAN puts is USA Today on the bar and addresses the BARTENDER.
MAN
I see photos of a lot of dead writers
on these walls. Got any living ones?
I have a story to tell that could win
one of them a Pulitzer.
(then, with enthusiasm)
Picture this, if you will. A small
town in Maryland, a sleepy little
village, within that a hardware store...
The Man continues speaking as Ike and the woman continue their
conversation.
WOMAN
So whats in store for us in tomorrows
column?
IKE
I dont know yet. Im kind of a last-
minute man. Ideas dont flow until an
hour or two before deadline.
The Woman gets up and begins throwing darts.
WOMAN
(interrupting)
This is very interesting. You get your
ideas for your column from life. You
start up a conversation with a woman in
a bar, attack her choice of reading
material, try and get a rise out of her
while you contemplate whether or not
shes worth hitting on.
IKE
No, I cant hit on you until I get an
idea.
She starts throwing darts.
WOMAN
Thats flattering.
IKE
No, you dont understand.
The Woman goes to her bar stool, gathering her bag and leaves a
tip for the Bartender.
WOMAN
I think I do understand. So my not
responding to your baiting me will
inspire one of those potential bitter
diatribes you love to write about women
and all the things we do to drive men
crazy?
IKE
(taken aback)
I dont write bitter diatribes about
women... very often.
She whacks him with a newspaper, then shakes his hand.
WOMAN
Only when the ideas arent flowing,
huh? Well, it was very nice to meet
you, one-minute man.
The Woman leaves the bar.
IKE
(as she exits)
Thats last minute man.
(then, louder)
And its the quality that counts.
BARTENDER
You know, for a good looking man, you
strike out a lot.
MAN
Ive seen much worse.
The phone rings. Te Bartender answers it as Ike sits back on
his bar stool. Ike grabs the womans magazine that she left on
the bar and
