sad.
I read your book times
that month,
and I finally realised what
I wanted to do with my life.
I want to be a writer.
Ive been writing ever since.
Its all I ever do.
All day and all night sometimes.
It was hard to get going,
but once I did, I couldnt stop.
Im like a machine,
and nothing else matters.
- Guys, Im selling my board.
- No!
I dont have time to surf.
- I need to focus on my writing.
-
intensely blue.
Suddenly, he catches his breath and dives -- into the
blue.
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UNDERWATER
JACQUES touches bottom. Clamps his legs around a rock to
hold himself down. Unhurried, thoroughly at home, 40 feet
under... he opens the plastic bag. A huge speckled moray
eel appears in a hole in the rock, slithers toward him.
The carnivores jaws are bigger than the boys head.
The boy smiles at him. Pulls a
intense embrace. Bob weeps openly.
JACK (V.O.)
Bob had bitch tits.
PULL BACK to wide on...
INT. CHURCH MEETING ROOM - NIGHT
Men are paired off, hugging, talking in emotional tones.
Near the door, a SIGN on a stand: "REMAINING MEN TOGETHER."
JACK (V.O.)
This was a support group for men with
testicular cancer. The big moosie
slobbering all over me was Bob.
BOB
Were still men.
JACK
Yes. Were men. Me
The remorseless drought had lasted now for ten million years, and would not end for another million. The reign of the terrible lizards had long since passed, but here on the continent which would one day be known as Africa, the battle for survival had reached a new climax of ferocity, and the victor was not yet in sight. In this dry and barren land, only the small or the swift or the fierce could
sad sack stuff.
CHUCK
Its not a vacation, its private
school.
WILL
I thought this was your dream come
true.
CHUCK
Thats not why hes sending me.
WILL
Why then.
CHUCK
Because it looks good.
Chuck looks out, yearning. Will considers him, troubled.
CHUCK
Im just not like you. Ya know?
Im never going to go to Yale. Im
never going to be "William".
WILL
Nobody says you have to be like me.
CHUCK
He does.
BODY OF EVIDENCE
by
Brad Mirman
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(second draft)
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Over the BLACK we hear the SOUNDS of two people making love. A
MANS VOICE MOANS passionately.
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FADE IN:
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INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT
ANDREW MARSH lies on his back in bed. He is a frail-looking
man in his early sixties, with thinning gray hair. On top of
him is a much younger WOMAN. Although her back is to us, we
catch flashes of her face for a mom
intensity, its buzzing
enough to make MOMs head explode.
DAD
(Reading paper)
Look at this!
(Reading out loud in disgust)
"Hillside Strangler gets his
college degree in prison!"
MOM
(Preoccupied, stalking fly)
Thats nice.
DAD
Nice?! He should have been
executed!
MISTY
He killed people, Mom.
MOM
(To herself)
We all have bad nights.
(Gets ready to swat, but fly
buzzes off)
CHIP
(To MISTY)
Youd proba
intense,
thin, wearing a party hat. He notcies the camera without
mugging for it, bends to snuff his cigarette in an ashtray.
SPLICE-JUMP TO/STEP PRINT: a Harlequin CLOWN ties balloon
animals. Nicholas assists, distracted by the inattentive
children who look into the camera and pull hair and stand on
their chairs...
Men are drinking, storytelling, laughing. A fraternity...
The women are elsewhere
sad
Im not sad, Paul. Im horrible
Dont just parrot lines.
This isnt a stage
You never do as I ask; you always
want me to do what you want
Anyway, Im fed up. I want to die
I mean it
Parrot talk
Loving you is exhausting.
Im always having to beg
I exist too. You say Im cruel,
but its you
Why do you say that? It isnt true.
When? On Sunday evening?
You know when... I begged you
to introduce me to that
intensely focused and determined.
CLOSE ON THE CLOCK: It ticks methodically, and is the only
sound we hear.
4
THE AUDIENCE: watches with anticipation, their eyes locked on
the viewing board.
PETER SANDERSON sits on one side of the board. He is a
handsome man, in his early thirties. Well-dressed in an
expensive suit, there is an air of confidence about him. Peter
makes a move, then hits the timer.