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Scenes 1-5

Copyright Bill Moran


SCENES 1-5

LIBRETTO

 

SCENE I-3:30(timed: 2:40, will slow down for effect and length)

 

Color

 

(A dark room, a single flame can be seen with a wood reflection. No faces can be seen, voices are hushed, credits will appear. The camera will move about the room, enlightening the glow of the candle. The room will be filmed, barely seen on the dim reflection. The room is an elegant British living room. For a full thirty seconds before the scene begins, there is absolute silence. This scene will be filmed in a Hitchcockian fashion—obscure camera angles, etc.)

 

TRUSSEL

 

You know why you are here, Mr. Wilkes?

 

MR. WILKES

 

Is this about the project again?

 

TRUSSEL

 

 More or less, but you must realize, Mr. Wilkes, that your actions have continually failed time and time again.

 

MR. WILKES

 

 But sir—

 

TRUSSEL

 

 I don’t mean to make this personal, Mr. Wilkes, but unless you do a damn good job, I seriously doubt whether I shall be able to trust you any longer.

 

MR. WILKES

 

 Sir, I have no intention of anything that shall threaten the success of this project.

 

TRUSSEL

 

 Do you remember last time we attempted something like this? You nearly killed us, let alone the target!

 

MR. WILKES

 

 That was Sydney! I had no control—

 

TRUSSEL

 

 Did I give you this position so you could ruin my empire?

 

MR. WILKES

 

 Your empire, sir, has not yet been conquered—

 

TRUSSEL

 

 Mr. Wilkes, please shut up. Shall we discuss this plan once more, so that your insolence won’t ruin this again?

 

 

 

MR. WILKES

 

 Yes sir.

 

TRUSSEL

 

It shall only be you and me roaming the earth as free men.

 

MR. WILKES

 

 And Sydney? Will she as well?

 

TRUSSEL

 

 I have decided to save Sydney as well, yes—

 

MR. WILKES

 

 Will she have time?

 

TRUSSEL

 

The device will be programmed to give Sydney exactly twenty minutes to prepare after it has been detonated. You are to detonate it on Friday, you know where, there is no need—

 

MR. WILKES

 

Where, again?

 

TRUSSEL

 

 Are you telling me that you are prepared to fail once more? You are an incompetent fool!

 

MR. WILKES

 

 Yes, but—

 

TRUSSEL

Do not question my authority, Mr. Wilkes! You are to set it in Shanghai at one in the

morning, or eleven in Chicago, where Sydney currently resides. You are to very cautiously complete this task. Are you finished making it?

 

MR. WILKES

 

You see, sir, I haven’t exactly—

 

TRUSSEL

 

You mean you haven’t finished it?

 

MR. WILKES

 

Well—no.

 

TRUSSEL

 

You haven’t finished it? Aaron, this is not good! There is no excuse for your utter failure!

 

MR. WILKES

 

I apologize, sir, but this is truly a difficult task.


TRUSSEL

 

What do you think I pay you for? To complete simple tasks that involve nothing? No! I pay you to work! Again, there is no excuse for this! You are a lazy bastard who receives generous pay for failing his Master time and time again!

 

MR. WILKES

 

Yes, sir.

 

TRUSSEL

 

You are in Osaka, Mr. Wilkes! This is among the largest cities in the world. Your laboratory is equipped with the finer technology than world-renowned scientists could ever dream of. It is perfectly well hidden, at the bottom of the Pacific, for heaven’s sakes! How can your project not be completed in the time I have given you?

 

MR. WILKES

 

Sir, the device will be finished soon. I only need a little more time. I shall finish it. I promise that you will not be disappointed this time.

 

TRUSSEL

 

You know your task, Mr. Wilkes.

 

MR. WILKES

 

Thank you, Mr. Trussel, sir.

 

TRUSSEL

 

We shall dominate the globe, Mr. Wilkes. If—and only if—you refuse to fail me again.

 

(long pause)

 

MR. WILKES

 

 You have my word.

 

(the silhouette of a gun is placed on the wood surface)

 

SCENE II 2:12Color

(Chicago, Present Day)

(Background: Frank Sinatra’s Chicago can be overheard. Subtitles will reveal: Chicago, present day. The other character names will be revealed (co-stars). The Chicago skyline, Union Station, Navy Pier, and many other attractions will be shown for 1:05. The scene will continue in Grant Park.)

 

MICHAEL 

 

Alan!

 

ALAN

 

 Hey, Mike, did you get the papers from the office?

 

MICHAEL

 

Yeah, yeah, I did!

 

 

 

 

ALAN

 

Thanks, man, I owe you one! My boss will be happy! Wanna go get some coffee? There’s a great place over on Michigan Avenue. So, you up for it?

 

 

MICHAEL

 

Yeah, let’s go!

 

END

(START-END: 17 seconds (23) Our goal is to finish exactly when the song reaches 1:29, when Sinatra sings “On State Street” We will show Michael and Alan doing different things around town, such as visiting the top of the Sears Tower, driving in their car, etc. If we go into the city during the Taste of Chicago, which I discourage due to heavy traffic, we will NOT film anything related to this.)

 

SCENE III 3:00

Color

 

(At beginning of scene, conversation is heard, but not seen. The camera will begin in, for example, the living room and slowly turn in on the conversation)

 

Sinatra’s Chicago fades.

 

(Home of Sydney Watkinson and Lucas Moreno)

 

SYDNEY

 

All right, Lucas, dear?

 

LUCAS

 

Yes. Everything is all right.

 

SYDNEY

 

How was work?

 

LUCAS

 

All right.

 

SYDNEY

 

Did you contact the lawn service? I want them to rid the lawn of these filthy insects!

 

LUCAS

 

Yes, yes, I did.

 

SYDNEY

 

This was certainly a mediocre day for me.

 

LUCAS

 

(sarcastically) Why, I can’t imagine my dear wife having a bad day!

 

SYDNEY

 

Yes, well, you see—poor little Marcus, having trouble in school and all—

 

LUCAS

 

I understand, Sydney.

 

SYDNEY

 

Marcus seems to be having trouble with friends, not to mention—

 

LUCAS

 

How are his grades?

 

SYDNEY

 

(pause) Well—not too good.

 

LUCAS

 

(sighs) I’m sorry, Sydney.

 

 

 

SYDNEY

 

Well, it’s not your fault—it seems I receive calls from parents every day, pity calls, spitting apologies at me for allowing their sons to tease Marcus—

 

LUCAS

 

Well, Sydney, I suppose—

 

SYDNEY

 

Yes, you see the severity of this situation!

 

LUCAS

 

Did his report card come in the mail?

 

 

SYDNEY

 

Yes, I have it right here (Shuffles through papers, pulls out white sheet. The two look at it, with Sydney holding it, and then slowly look at each other with contempt). (Sighs) Well, at least history went all right—

 

LUCAS

 

Sydney, stop making futile attempts to be optimistic, this is not good! We need to seek professional help!

 

SYDNEY

 

Lucas, stop that! You know he has learning, well, difficulties, and I think this is something we can improve on, not kill him over!

 

LUCAS

 

What else is going wrong with Marcus, again, dear?

 

SYDNEY

 

(Heavy, curt sigh) Bullies.

 

LUCAS

 

Oh, Sydney—

 

SYDNEY

 

No, Lucas! This is one time in my life I must absolutely stop you! The poor boy is beaten up every other day—

 

LUCAS

 

Sydney, relax! The boy must learn reality! His grades are abysmal, so we shouldn’t pity him for being kicked around a bit! I was teased in school, my friends were, by god, teased too! It is simply a part of life.

 

SYDNEY

 

(heatedly) I wasn’t teased as a child!

 

LUCAS

 

You were a girl!

 

SYDNEY

 

(sighs) The point is, Marcus is struggling not only in his studies, but with schoolmates, too.

 

LUCAS

 

Oh, honey—

 

SYDNEY

 

Lucas I am TELLING YOU! THE BOY NEEDS ATTENTION!

 

LUCAS

 

Well, why are you telling me now? Why not two weeks ago, or a month for that matter?

 

SYDNEY

 

(Long pause, Sydney looks very grave) His math teacher just called—she wants to have a conference with me.

 

LUCAS

 

About what?

 

SYDNEY

 

(Long pause. Sydney has a grave expression on her face) She wants to hold him back. (Walks away quickly, looking very professional. Lucas stares back, dumbfounded.)

 

Outside

 

Sydney flips out her cell phone and dials a number.

 

SYDNEY

 

Please, I beg of you to spare the boy—Marcus—yes, well, my husband is an absolute moron, but my son, please—(Marcus Moreno is seen entering the driveway) (Quickly)–I have to go.

(Marcus Moreno walks into the driveway. He appears muddy and dissheveled)

SYDNEY

 

Honey! How was school?

 

(Camera turns to Marcus, then back to Sydney)

 

SYDNEY

 

Oh, honey, what happened?

 

MARCUS

 

Jack Gracie—

 

(Camera slowly turns away, conversation becomes fainter)

 

SYDNEY

 

(barely heard) What did he do?

 

SCENE IV 3:00 Color

 

(Alan’s house; Alan is sorting through the mail)

ALAN

 

Hey, Mike, check this out.

 

(Mike comes over. The two look at each other with triumphant smiles)

 

MICHAEL

 

Ha ha! WOO! God, Alan, where’d you get these?

 

ALAN

 

Friend of mine, class of ’82.

 

MICHAEL

 

Ha! Alan, people would pay dozens for seats like these!


ALAN

 

Fifth row seats at a Cub’s game’s nothing. Maybe eighty apiece—

 

MICHAEL

 

Alan, stop being downright pessimistic! This is the opportunity of a lifetime!

 

ALAN

 

Yeah, whatever.

 

(Alan continues to sort through the mail as though the last tickets he received was a mere letter. Alan finally finds something interesting and holds it up. The two stare, looking bewildered. The camera zooms in on the letter. It bears no return address.)

 

MICHAEL

 

Open it!

 

ALAN

 

Wait—

 

 

MICHAEL

 

What do you think—

 

ALAN

 

It’s from my college roommate. I’m sure of it. He has given thought into this, and it is simply a—

 

MICHAEL

 

So, what do you—

 

ALAN

 

No, Michael!

 

MICHAEL

 

When will you quit being so paranoid? I’ll open it. (opens letter, and immediately jumps.) Alan—look! Your boss promoted you! (The two look at each other and laugh simultaneously)

 

Alan runs up the stairs, holding the letter greedily.

 

*  *  *

 

In “living room,” debriefing

 

MICHAEL

 

Alan, this is excellent news.

 

ALAN

 

(still looking baffled) How did this happen? My boss seems, quite frankly, flustered with me right now.

 

MICHAEL

 

Oh, Alan, who cares? As long as you’ve got promoted, don’t argue!

 

 

ALAN

 

But—

 

MICHAEL

 

Now, Alan, we’re going out to celebrate. Invite friends, ask your girlfriend to come along!

 

ALAN

 

All right, but I’m not going unless you promise to get out of my house after this. I know that you need a job right now, and your apartment isn’t great, but—

 

MICHAEL

 

Invite your co-workers as well!

 

ALAN

 

If I invited my co-workers, do you really think they would want to celebrate my getting promoted? Frankly, I don’t think we need a celebration right now, I think we need to shut up and act normal.

 

MICHAEL

 

All right, let’s make it just you and me and Beth, shall we?

 

ALAN

 

(acquiescent) Oh, all right.

  

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