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Tash Poeme

Package of punches is bursting at its seams.

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Her_Ambiti.on

25 Jul - :D I almost started editing again, yeesh lol. Anyway due to lack of sleep/too much googling I wanted to include an extended version of my logline:

Blinded by the light, her search in heaven, living in hell - God's paradise is in the shadow of the swords who fight for it. 

The second sentence is an adaption a saying from The Hadith and it just struck a chord, as this experience has been so trippy from the onset... (don't worry I won't turn this into a blog lol)!

24 - Jul So after losing everything I had saved here, several times (w/in the last 20 mins or so), I think I got it mwaaahaaa, wahhhhhh!!! :D

It was a blast and a treat, this was a great experience for me.... Thanks to everyone that stopped by to share their knowledge, murphy's law and everything else that tried to stop me from finishing. It's done & I'm proud that I stuck this out to the end.

Check out the link below

Logline: Blinded by the light, her search in heaven, living in hell. 

https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B2Si677lTxxKcGNYOUFhZG5MazQ/edit?usp=sharing

24 Jul - FINAL DRAFT:

“HER_AMBITI.ON”

Written By

Tash Poeme

 

 

[email protected]

EXT: GARDEN/FOUNTAIN OUTSIDE OF TALL GLASS BUILDING - BRIGHT SUNNY DAY

 

ZOOM IN –

Brown female eyes blinking, slowly adjusting to a bright light when several loud SHOT GUN blasts goes off – BOOM, BOOM, BOOOM

 

INT: CALL CENTRE – OVERHEAD ESTABLISHING SHOT OF ROWS OF CUBICLES WITH REPS ON TAKING CALLS

 

We see cubicle after cubicle, until we happen upon MOLLY MORGAN’s cubicle. The early morning sun is shining brightly  through the blinds, which happen to be broken in several places, she can't move to another seat, this is her assigned seat, frustration sets in, she can't escape the sun's glare, it makes it impossible to see the computer screen, then she hears a beep in her headset...

    

MOLLY

(monotone, crisp, robotic politeness)

Thanks for calling in to "Bitch" my colleague tells me that u're not happy that we're not catering to your infinite wisdom.

 

 

Molly doesn’t look a day over 26, however she’s almost 36, with almond shaped brown eyes & brown curly hair. She’s pretty, yet dangerous, kinda off kilter really & prone to irrational rage fused outbursts.

 

MR BATEMAN is just another asshole who feels that because the customer is always right aka his life sucks that he’s entitled to take out his frustration on Molly.

 

 

 

MR BATEMAN

(yelling)

You're godammn right I’m pissed. You fuckers told me that my bill was never going to be over $100 bucks… and low and behold it fucking is!!! WTF is wrong with you people? You fuckers just do what you want and expect people to take your shit!

 

Molly scowls, wordless mutters, taps some keys, different screens pop up on computer screen

 

MOLLY

Mr. Bateman, I'm real sorry----

 

MR BATEMAN

I don’t give a fuck about your sorries. Where are you located bitch? I’m going to come ov—

 

MOLLY

Look, Mr. Bateman I understand your frus----

 

MR BATEMAN

HOW DARE YOU INTERRUPT ME? I’m going to come over to that call centre and rip you a new one… do you hear me, bitch?! I’m going to get you fired, YOU HEAR ME?!!!

 

MOLLY

(Presses mute on headset & screams)

You GodDamn motherFUCKER!!!

 

 

 

 

Molly throws her headset against the cubicle, tears slowing start running down her cheeks

 

FADE OUT – THEN FADE IN –


INT: BOARDROOM OF EMPTY CALL CENTRE, HARSH, BLUEISH BRIGHTLY LIT

    

Molly’s spinning around in a high backed chair while talking, at first it seems like she’s talking on a speakerphone but soon it’s apparent that she’s talking to herself.

MOLLY

My mom, lawd gawd my mom. Honour thy mother, dear lord what a burden that was… She didn’t honour me, how is that fair? She never really held me, kissed me or dried away my tears. If we were out in public she always seemed embarrassed by me. Of all things, she was embarrassed of me. There isn’t a corner of the world that she hasn’t wandered into, everyone KNOWS who she is.

 

As she’s talking we notice that there’s a lot of scattered around the boardroom: flour, cards are scattered on chairs on the floor – all Queen of Spades, several vanilla scented votive candles (some have pictures of angels, while other have pictures of bibles and other religious adornments), baby powder, black pepper, cayenne pepper, weed crumbs, crushed up pill powder, an overturned bowl and a grey stone mortar and pestle are an arm’s length away.

 

MOLLY (cont’d)

EVERYONE knows WHAT she’s done,
EVERYONE knows the levels she’ll stoop to get what she wants… And she has the audacity to be embarrassed by me?

 

Molly pauses to bend down to pick up the grey stone mortar and pestle changes her mind and just right sizes the overturned bowl…

 

 

 

MOLLY (CONT’D)

It’s not my fault, I didn’t ask to be born, I didn’t ask for all this attention, I did was I was told… ALL THE FUCKING TIME. Let me tell you I didn’t want to be “pretty” & my mom and pops always trying to make me “plain”.

 

Molly grips the bowl, scoops some of the residue off of the table and puts it into the bowl, she starts to hum… If you listen closely it kind of sounds like an old hymn.

 

MOLLY

(sighs x 2 and rubs bridge of her nose)

Pretty is pretty no matter how plain the packaging, now although the packaging helps a lot, don’t it?! Don’t talk to the boys they said, stay away from those boys they said… stay away from what? The ‘evil’ of society, the human need to be around other people? He was charming, well they all were, they all had such nice eyes, such sweet lips, they even pretended to listen – what a novelty that was! As my parents NEVER LISTENED to me, just be seen and not heard they said … FUCKING ASSHOLES!!! I'll show you who's never good enough…..

         

Molly pauses to hum her hymn

 

MOLLY (CONT’D)

And I think the best part is that I can ask and receive;  FUCK whether it was a kiss, a pat on the back, someone who would encourage me to be me, wow!! I never wanted to let those feelings go…

 

Molly bends down under the table and picks up a few pills, gathers sufficient spit and swigs down pills, swallows once, twice, three times pauses. With a quizzical and confused look Molly pauses and starts crawling around on the floor, getting covered in powder in the process, eventually she finds the object of her search.

 

 

 

MOLLY (CONT’D)

Do I want to be redeemed? Can I be? I may not care about the facets of her sins, but I’m no angel either. NO happy endings here, how could there be?

 

Molly puts the joint to her lips, lights it and takes several pulls of a joint, then she stands up quickly causing her chair to crash into the neighbouring  chair, which crashes into the table knocking the bowl and it’s concoction to the ground, sending up a cloud of smoke…  

 

MOLLY (CONT’D)

(Screams)

WHY THE FUCK DID YOU HAVE ME FOR? TO MAKE PEOPLE FEEL SORRY FOR YOU, TO PARADE AROUND YOUR WOES FOR THE WHOLE WORLD TO SEE!!! FUCK YOU!! FUCK YOU!! FUCK YOU!!!  FUCK YOU!!

 

Molly starts chanting in a sing song type of manner, this sounds like the hymn that she was humming earlier.

 

MOLLY (CONT’D)

Fire, fire, fire, fire fall on me ooooh on the day of Pentecost, fire fall on me!Hem a gimmie, gimmie. Hem a gimmie, gimme. Fire, fire, fire, fire fall on me ooooh on the day of Pentecost, fire fall on me!

 

Molly starts rocking an imaginary baby, her forehead wrinkles, she bites her tongue ring and dashes her imaginary baby to the ground and she rubs her head wearily, leaving streaks of powder across her forehead and eyelids.

Then the phone starts ringing…

MOLLY (CONT’D)

Hi dad, I’m good thanks. How are you?

 

 

FADE OUT, FADE IN

INT: LOBBY IN FRONT OF ELEVATORS – DAY

There are three elevator doors, all are open. There’s a disco ball spinning round and round, shooting multi-coloured lasers everywhere, the lights are bouncing off the glass of the elevators. Molly is sharply dressed in a matching pinstriped jacket a slim fitting, form hugging skirt with a turquoise blouse underneath & black heels.

 

MOLLY

(singing)

One night, one night, one night love affair… warm sun feel me up and I’m weary loaded up. Loathing for a change and I slipped some more away…

There are people streaming in and out of elevators in a loop. No one notices Molly, the karaoke set up, the mic with the scarf tied to it or the TV screen showing song lyrics. While Molly is singing the audio fades out.

 

MOLLY (V.O)

I don't know, it's kind of sad, that I was happy to listen to his barks & grunts, I was happy to let him push me around and tell me what to do, it was magic. In all fairness I still don't know why I watched him kill those people, why I helped him cover the whole mess up. I guess cuz it was fun, dangerous, it was a sign that we ruled the world, that we were unstoppable.

 

Molly is still singing and hamming it up on the mic - she dips the mic and spins it, sometimes the mic crashes into the glass doors causing them to rattle. Molly paces up and down between the three glass elevators, giving each one a cheeky grin and getting all up close and personal while giving herself a good look at her reflection before moving on. People are no longer exiting on Molly’s floor, each time Molly leaves an elevator to move on to the other one, the “abandoned” elevator door opens to reveal a packed elevator, but no one exits and within moments the doors close, this cycle repeats.

 

MOLLY (V.O – CONT’D)

I guess I believed him when he said he fucking loved me. Ain’t love fucking grand? I thought it was what I wanted, to fill this hole inside of me, this urge to help people get what they want. Silly me, I didn’t realize that I was fucking myself over in the process, I didn’t realize that no one cared about me, I was a means to an end. I just let this son of a bitch, walk all over me, use me and my down to earth personality to destroy me. What the fucking fool I was, this love only makes room for people to destroy me.

 

He is JAMES MUNROE, 38 about 6 ft 1, dark and handsome. He’s the type that has never had to worry about who, only the when’s and the where’s. His life has been full of ladies, his easy-pickings, his harem that does whatever he wants.  We never see James, we just hear his voice, James makes a clucking sound & Molly cocks her head sideways to listen.

JAMES (V.O)

Why should I love u back? What makes you worthy? You didn’t know shit, thinking your country bumpkin good looks coupled with your charm shtick would have worked. You didn’t know what you were in for, what I really needed you for did you?

 

Molly rips her jacket off, swings it wildly in the air above her head, she lets the jacket slowly slips out of her fingers and unto the ground. Molly then starts prancing around the narrow lobby again, sashaying up and down like she’s working a pole, she flings her head side to side and she stretches her arms wide, falls back against elevator doors and slides to the ground.

 

JAMES (V.O. – CONT’D)

Did you honestly think that what we had was love? No matter wat u say, the fact is ur a life loser. U should just become asexual, that way you can fuck yourself and no one would care, maybe you can use all that “magic” shit ur so fond of and have a baby with urself, whomp whomp.

 

Molly is half gyrating half sliding on the floor, she’s drenched in sweat, it’s pouring down her face, building up at the back of her neck and is forming big circles of sweat under her armpits.

 

JAMES (V.O – CONT’D)

You fucking bitch, u haven’t really taken a good look at me, have you? Why would someone like me really bother with someone like you? You think ur pretty, but ur washed up, u look like a scallywag.

 

This karaoke, this ritual to exercise her demons isn’t working too well, as James words are really getting to her. Molly howls. The lobby is eerily silent, even though we can still hear the music from the karaoke machine in the background…

JAMES (V.O – CONT’D)

Fucking you was like fucking a dead fish, my god thank goodness you were capable enough to take care of business cuz, shit I really don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t…  

MOLLY (V.O)

All I wanted was to be a part of someone’s life. My mother did an excellent job of excluding me… her needs were her reality. If she deemed it warranted, so it shall be - she slept the town long and short, maybe not literally I suppose but every day no matter the hour one could find my mother wandering about the town. She was the martyr, who went from churches to shelters, to riding the subway up & down for hours at a time with no set destination, with her hand always out and another tale of woe to burn your ears.

 

The already brightly lit room shines even brighter and the disco ball spins even faster, the light refracting off all the reflective surfaces. When the elevators open now, instead of people it’s now a really, really bright blinding light.

MOLLY (V.O. – CONT’D)

She knew the oddest, coldest set of people one could find. These people she bumped into, their presence left you feeling…

 

MOLLY (V.O. – CONT’D)

They left you feeling afraid, she liked to work iniquity, I can’t even imagine the deal that she must have made with the in order to have me? Papa says she tried a long, long time to have a baby, always walking hither and yon, just talking and taking. The eyes of the town were always judging me, me who just wanted love.

Molly walks into the blinding sunlight of the elevators, the doors close and when they open; she steps out into main reception area and heads outside.

EXT: GARDEN WITH FOUNTAIN – DAY

Molly is squinting through the glare, the oppressive heat of this sweltering day is no match to the heat that is radiating from her body and she grimly walks towards fountain, shivering as a chill washes over her. Molly passes by a shadowy figure that’s holding a shotgun.

MOLLY

Everyone thinks I'm crazy cuz I'm too blunt, put her away they said, called me a liar ---  

 

Molly bends to dip her head into fountain, a gun fires twice then once...

 

FADES TO BLACK - INT: MAIN LOBBY – DAY

 

Molly walks back through revolving doors cradling the imaginary baby again, she dashes baby to the ground, grinds it into powder, grins then slowly turns to walk out the revolving doors. The bright sun shimmers and sparkles way, our eyes lose focus of Molly in the glare and when we can see again the figure is gone.

 

ZOOM INTO FOUNTAIN, THE PANS TO SKY

 

FAde Out:

The End

DRAFT 4 : 

 

“HER_AMBITI.ON”

 

Written By

 

 

Tash Poeme

 

 

Based on “The Pastures of Heaven” by

John Steinbeck

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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EXT: GARDEN/FOUNTAIN OUTSIDE OF TALL GLASS BUILDING - BRIGHT SUNNY DAY

 

ZOOM IN…


Brown female eyes blinking, slowly adjusting to a bright light when several loud SHOT GUN blasts goes off – BOOM, BOOM, BOOOM

            

ZOOM OUT…

Eyes still blinking, but now can hear the screech of tires and the sound of two cars colliding; smoke hisses & pops… two cars were playing “chicken” one making a left and the other going straight. The car going straight crashes into the car turning left, (S) car starts to smoke and hiss & (L) car spins in three tight circles in the middle of intersection before it comes to a halt

 

INT: CALL CENTRE – OVERHEAD ESTABLISHING SHOT OF ROWS OF CUBICLES WITH REPS ON TAKING CALLS

 

 

Numerous voices rising and fading, some conversations in Cantonese, some Mandarin, while others are in English - some joking with one another, while others are wringing their hands, some are yelling into their headsets while others maintain a “zen” like calm... We see cubicle after cubicle, until we happen upon MOLLY MORGAN’s cubicle.

 

Molly doesn’t look a day over 26, however she’s almost 36, with almond shaped brown eyes & brown curly hair. She’s pretty, yet dangerous, kinda off kilter really & prone to irrational rage fused outbursts.

 

The early morning sun is shining brightly  through the blinds, which happen to be broken in several places, she can't move to another seat, this is her assigned seat, frustration sets in, she can't escape the sun's glare, it makes it impossible to see the computer screen, then she hears a beep in her headset...

    


MOLLY

(monotone, crisp, robotic politeness)

Thanks for calling in to "Bitch" my colleague tells me that u're not happy that we're not catering to your infinite wisdom.

 

MR BATEMAN is just another asshole who feels that because the customer is always right aka his life sucks that he’s entitled to take out his frustration on Molly

 

 

MR BATEMAN
(yelling)

You're godammn right I’m pissed. You fuckers told me that my bill was never going to be over $100 bucks… and low and behold it fucking is!!! WTF is wrong with you people? You fuckers just do what you want and expect people to take your shit!

 

Molly scowls, wordless mutters, taps some keys, different screens pop up on computer screen

    

                             MOLLY

Mr. Bateman, I'm real sorry----

    

                             MR BATEMAN

IDGAF about ur sorry’s . Where are you located you dumb bitch? I’m going come ov----

    

                   MOLLY

Look, Mr. Bateman I understand your frus----

 

                   MR BATEMAN

HOW DARE YOU INTERRUPT ME? I’m going to come over to that call centre and rip you a new one… do you hear me, bitch?! I’m going to get you fired, YOU HEAR ME?!!!

 

MOLLY

(Presses mute on headset & screams)

You GodDamn motherFUCKER!!!
                  

 

Molly throws her headset against the cubicle, tears slowing start running down her cheeks

 

FADE OUT – THEN FADE IN –


INT: BOARDROOM OF EMPTY CALL CENTRE, HARSH, BLUEISH BRIGHTLY LIT

    

Molly’s spinning around in a high backed chair while talking, at first it seems like she’s talking on a speakerphone but soon it’s apparent that she’s talking to herself.

 

As she’s talking we notice that there’s a lot of scattered around the boardroom: flour, cards are scattered on chairs on the floor – all Queen of Spades, several vanilla scented votive candles (some have pictures of angels, while other have pictures of bibles and other religious adornments) , baby powder, black pepper, cayenne pepper, weed crumbs, crushed up pill powder, an overturned bowl and a grey stone mortar and pestle are an arm’s length away.

                   MOLLY    

                       

My mom, lawd gawd my mom. Honour thy mother, dear lord what a burden that was… She didn’t honour me, how is that fair? She never really held me, kissed me or dried away my tears. If we were out in public she always seemed embarrassed
 by me. Of all things, she was embarrassed of me. There isn’t a corner of the world that she hasn’t wandered into, everyone KNOWS who she is.

 

EVERYONE knows WHAT she’s done,
EVERYONE knows the levels she’ll stoop to get what she wants… And she has the audacity to be embarrassed by me?

 

Molly pauses to bend down to pick up the grey stone mortar and pestle changes her mind and just right sizes the overturned bowl…

 

                   MOLLY (CONT’D)

It’s not my fault, I didn’t ask to be born, I didn’t ask for all this attention, I did was I was told… ALL THE FUCKING TIME. Let me tell you I didn’t want to be “pretty” & with mom and pops o always trying to make me “plain”, all this trying to hide my light under the bushel.

 

Molly grips the bowl, scoops some of the residue off of the table and puts it into the bowl, she starts to hum… If you listen closely it kind of sounds like an old hymn.

 

                       

MOLLY

(sighs x 2 and rubs bridge of her nose)

Pretty is pretty no matter how plain the packaging, although the packaging helps a lot, don’t it?! Don’t talk to the boys they said, stay away from those boys they said… stay away from what? The ‘evil’ of society, the human need to be around other people? He was charming, well they all were, they all had such nice eyes, such sweet lips, they even pretended to listen – what a novelty that was! As my parents NEVER LISTENED to me, just be seen and not heard they said … FUCKING ASSHOLES!!! I'll show you who's never good enough…..

                    

Molly pauses to hum her hymn

         

                   MOLLY (CONT’D)

And I think the best part is that I can ask and receive;  FUCK whether it was a kiss, a pat on the back, someone who would encourage me to be me, wow!! I never wanted to let those feelings go…

 

Do I want to be redeemed? Can I be? I may not care about the facets of her sins, but I’m no angel either. NO happy endings here, how could there be?

 

Molly bends down under the table and picks up a few pills, gathers sufficient spit and swigs down pills, swallows once, twice, three times pauses. With a quizzical and confused look Molly pauses and starts crawling around on the floor, getting covered in powder in the process, eventually she finds the object of her search.

 

Molly puts the joint to her lips, lights it and takes several pulls of a joint, then she stands up quickly causing her chair to crash into the neighbouring  chair, which crashes into the table knocking the bowl and it’s concoction to the ground, sending up a cloud of smoke…  

                 

 

                   MOLLY (CONT’D)

                   (Screams)

                  

WHY THE FUCK DID YOU HAVE ME FOR? TO MAKE PEOPLE FEEL SORRY FOR YOU, TO PARADE AROUND YOUR WOES FOR THE WHOLE WORLD TO SEE!!! FUCK YOU!! FUCK YOU!! FUCK YOU!!!  FUCK YOU!!

 

Molly starts chanting in a sing song type of manner, this sounds like the hymn that she was humming earlier

 

                  

 

MOLLY (CONT’D)

(she repeats 5 – 8 times)

Fire, fire, fire, fire fall on me ooooh on the day of Pentecost, fire fall on me!Hem a gimmie, gimmie. Hem a gimmie, gimme. Fire, fire, fire, fire fall on me ooooh on the day of Pentecost, fire fall on me!

 

      

Molly starts rocking an imaginary baby, her forehead wrinkles, she bites her tongue ring and dashes her imaginary baby to the ground and she rubs her head wearily, leaving streaks of powder across her forehead and eyelids.

 

    

Phone starts to ring                    

 

                        MOLLY (CONT’D)

Hi dad, I’m good thanks. How are you?

 

Molly starts nodding, yupping & twisting fingers

 

 

FADE OUT, FADE IN

INT: LOBBY IN FRONT OF ELEVATORS

There are three elevator doors, all are open. There’s a disco ball spinning round and round, shooting multi-coloured lasers everywhere, the lights are bouncing off the glass of the elevators. Molly is sharply dressed in a matching pinstriped jacket a slim fitting, form hugging skirt with a turquoise blouse underneath & black heels.

 

There are people streaming in and out of elevators in a loop. No one notices Molly, the karaoke set up, the mic with the scarf tied to it or the TV screen showing song lyrics.

 

 

                        MOLLY

                   (singing)

One night, one night, one night love affair… warm sun feel me up and I’m weary loaded up. Loathing for a change and I slipped some more away…             

 

While Molly is singing the song fades….

    

 

                       

 

MOLLY (V.O)

I don't know, it's kind of sad, that I was happy to listen to his barks & grunts, I was happy to let him push me around and tell me what to do, it was magic. In all fairness I still don't know why I watched him kill those people, why I helped him cover the whole mess up. I guess cuz it was fun, dangerous, it was a sign that we ruled the world, that we were unstoppable.

 

Molly is still singing and hamming it up on the mic - she dips the mic and spins it, sometimes the mic crashes into the glass doors causing them to rattle. Molly paces up and down between the three glass elevators, giving each one a cheeky grin and getting all up close and personal while giving herself a good look at her reflection before moving on. People are no longer exiting on Molly’s floor, each time Molly leaves an elevator to move on to the other one, the “abandoned” elevator door opens to reveal a packed elevator, but no one exits and within moments the doors close, this cycle repeats.

 

                        MOLLY (V.O – CONT’D)

 

I guess I believed him when he said he fucking loved me. Ain’t love fucking grand? I thought it was what I wanted, to fill this hole inside of me, this urge to help people get what they want. Silly me, I didn’t realize that I was fucking myself over in the process, I didn’t realize that no one cared about me, I was a means to an end. I just let this son of a bitch, crackhead muthafucker walk all over me, use me and my down to earth personality to destroy me. What the fucking fool I was, this love only makes room for people to destroy me.

    

 

He is JAMES MUNROE, 38 about 6 ft 1, dark and handsome. He’s the type that has never had to worry about who, only the when’s and the where’s. His life has been full of ladies, his easy-pickings, his harem that does whatever he wants.  We can’t see James, but we hear him make a clucking sound & Molly cocks her head sideways to listen.

 

Molly then starts prancing around the narrow lobby again, singing to the TVs, then back to her rock concert affair with the elevators, showing herself more love than before… she’s sashaying up and down like she’s working a pole, she flings her head side to side and she stretches her arms out, falls back against elevator doors and slides to the ground. The more James says the more frantic Molly’s karaoke performance becomes…

    

 

                       

 

 

JAMES (V.O.)

(scoffs x 2 )

Why should I love u back? What makes you worthy? You didn’t know shit, thinking your country bumpkin good looks coupled with your charm shtick would have worked. You didn’t know what you were in for, what I really needed you for did you?

 

Molly continues to sashay up and down, she rips her jacket off, swings it wildly in the air above her head, she pauses and the jacket slowly slips out of her fingers and unto the ground.

 

JAMES (V.O. – CONT’D)

 

Did you honestly think that what we had was love? No matter wat u say, the fact is ur a life loser. U should just become asexual, that way you can fuck yourself and no one would care, maybe you can use all that “magic” shit ur so fond of and have a baby with urself, whomp whomp.

 

You fucking bitch, u haven’t really taken a good look at me, have you? Why would someone like me really bother with someone like you? You think ur pretty, but ur washed up, u look like a scallywag.

 

Molly is half gyrating half sliding on the floor, she’s drenched in sweat, it’s pouring down her face, building up at the back of her neck and is forming big circles of sweat under her armpits. This karaoke, this ritual to exercise her demons isn’t working too well, as James words are really getting to her.

 

                        JAMES (V.O – CONT’D)

Fucking you was like fucking a dead fish, my god thank goodness you were capable enough to take care of business cuz, shit I really don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t…

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                

MOLLY (V.O – CONT`D)

(clears throat, struggles to catch her breath)

 

All I wanted was to be a part of someone’s  life, I wanted to finally belong, to not feel like I am a burden, every day I worked on my talents, every day I took another piece of my heart, another piece of my soul and put it into this gift. My mother, slept the town long and short, maybe not literally I suppose but every day no matter the hour one could find my mother out and about. She went from churches to shelters, to riding the subway up & down for hours at a time with no set destination, with her hand always out and another tale of woe to burn your ears.

 

Molly howls, however her noise doesn’t break the eerie silence/inaction that fills the lobby, we can still hear the music from the karaoke machine in the background,

 

 the already brightly lit room shines even brighter and the disco ball spins even faster, the light refracting off all the reflective surfaces. When the elevators open now, instead of people it’s now a really, really bright blinding light (like the sun was shining inside the elevators).

 

                        MOLLY (V.O)

She knew the oddest, coldest set of people one could find. These people she bumped into, their presence left you feeling afraid, she liked to work iniquity, I can’t even imagine the deal that she must have made with the in order to have me? Papa says she tried a long, long time to have a baby, always walking hither and yon, just talking and taking. But you see she always felt wronged, always charming everyone with tales of woe. The eyes of the town were always judging me, me who just wanted love.

 

    

Molly walks into the blinding sunlight of the elevators, the doors close and when they open, she steps out into main reception area, passes the security guards sitting at their desk watching the monitors and goes through the revolving doors.  Outside is equally bright and blinding, the sun sparkles as it plays peek a boo in between the leaves.  Molly is squinting through the glare, the oppressive heat of this sweltering day is no match to the heat that is radiating from her body and she grimly walks towards fountain, shivering as a chill washes over her. Molly passes by a shadowy figure that’s holding a shotgun.

 

                       

 

MOLLY

(scoffs x 3 )

Everyone thinks I'm crazy cuz I'm too blunt, put her away they said, called me a liar ---  

 

Molly bends to dip her head into fountain, a gun fires twice then once...

 

 

FADES TO BLACK

 

INT: MAIN LOBBY

 

Molly walks back through revolving doors cradling the imaginary baby again, she stops and looks around, the lobby remains empty and so is the security desk. Molly then dashes the imaginary baby to the ground, grinds it into imaginary powder, grins and walks around the bend towards elevators, pushes the up button then slowly turns around and walks back out the revolving doors again. The bright sun shimmers and sparkles way, our eyes lose focus of Molly in the glare and when we can see again the figure is gone.

 

ZOOM INTO FOUNTAIN THEN RISES TO SKY

    

 

     - 30 -

    

 

      

 DRAFT 3:

INT: CALL CENTRE conversations in CanMan & in English - some joking with one another, while others are wringing their hands, some are yelling into their headsets... We see cubicle after cubicle, until we happen upon NAME's cubicle. The early morning sun is blinding through the blinds, which happen to be broken in several places, she can't move to another seat, this is her assigned seat, frustration sets in, she can't get the sun's glare off computer screen, the whisper then a beep...

                  NAME
        Thanks for calling in to "Bitch"
        my colleague tells me that u're
        not happy that we're not cater-
        ing to your infinite wisdom.

                  CX
          You're godammn right I'm
          pissed, you fuckers just do
          what u want and expect ppl
          to swallow ur BS

            (Taps keys, toggles systems)

                    NAME
          Mr B I'm real sorry----

                    CX
            IDGAF about ur sorries, ur
          analogies, my bill, are u going
          to fix it?

            (Convo leads to throwing headset as this guy one of the psychos - rants sexist & immoral definitely not your "tea-time-run-of-the-mill-40yrOld-housewife-I'm-going-to-get-u-fired type ramblings". 
Transitions to she's arguing with (self) or mom aka arguing with herself. Most likely monologues, one sided arguments)

 

She never really held me, kissed me, dried away my tears. If we were together in public she always seemed embarrassed by me. Of all things, she was embarrassed of me. She somehow manages to wander into every corner of the earth, everyone KNOWS who she is. EVERYONE knows WHAT she’s done (well I don’t know/care). Is embarrassed of me?

It’s not my fault, that everything was just so, no matter how much you and pappy tried to hide my light under the brushel. Pretty is pretty no matter how plain the packaging, although the packaging helps a lot, don’t it?! I was charmed, they had eyes, lips, pretended to listen – what a novelty that was! And I think the best part is that I can (ask and receive), wow (ie getting the frills)

Do I want to be redeemed? Can I be? I may not care about the facets of her sins, but I’m no angel either. NO happy endings here, how could it? I don’t know what “right” is. (more FUN motif – KILLS, possibly prostitutes).

WHAT IS HER “TAILSMAN”?: - a place, a thing, her sexuality (correction her lack thereof; the wiles w/o the sense to action/manipulate/participate). WHAT IS THE  1 GOOD THING ABOUT HER? Maybe qqch re: encouraging “little frog” to draw, rescues strays... “she heals with a touch”



                      NAME
            I'll show you who's never
        good enough

              (Swigs down a few pills, pulls on a joint)

              Why the fuck you have
          me for? To parade your woes
          Fuck you!!! FUCK YOU!!

(NAME starts chanting, well singing...)

         Fire, fire, fire, fire fall on me ooooh
          on the day of Pentecost, fire fall on me!

(NAME sings the lines over and over again and again, interspersing a meaningless chant)

          Hem a gimmie, gimmie. Hem a gimmie, gimme (x 5 – 8)

 

NAME becomes her mother and starts rocking an imaginary baby, her forehead wrinkles, she bites her tongue ring and dashes her imaginary baby to the ground, NAME becomes herself again and rubs her head wearily. *phone rings*

                       NAME

             Hi dad, (qqch re replying to father’s jealous, yet lovable antics - He wasn’t too much better, but at least he held my hand & the bastard tried to protect me. He knew she was “evil incarnate” the things she did to get what she had.|)

DRAFT 2:

INT: CALL CENTRE

conversations in CanMan & in English - some joking with one another, while others are wringing their hands, some are yelling into their headsets... We see cubicle after cubicle, until we happen upon NAME's cubicle. The early morning sun is blinding through the blinds, which happen to be broken in several places, she can't move to another seat, this is her assigned seat, frustration sets in, she can't get the sun's glare off computer screen, the whisper then a beep...

                  NAME

(monotone, crisp, robotic politeness)
        Thanks for calling in to "Bitch"
        my colleague tells me that u're
        not happy that we're not cater-
        ing to your infinite wisdom.

                  CX

(yelling)
          You're godammn right I'm
          pissed, you fuckers just do
          what u want and expect ppl
          to swallow ur BS

Taps keys, toggles systems

                    NAME
          Mr B I'm real sorry----

                    CX
            IDGAF about ur sorries, ur
          analogies, my bill, are u going
          to fix it?

            (Convo leads to throwing headset as this guy one of the psychos - rants sexist & immoral definitely not your "tea-time-run-of-the-mill-40yrOld-housewife-I'm-going-to-get-u-fired type ramblings". 
Transitions to she's arguing with (self) or mom aka arguing with herself. Most likely monologues, one sided arguments)

INT: BOARDROOM OF EMPTY CALL CENTRE, harsh, blueish brightly lit

NAME

She never really held me, kissed me, dried away my tears. If we were together in public she always seemed embarrassed by me. Of all things, she was embarrassed of me. She somehow manages to wander into every corner of the earth, everyone KNOWS who she is. EVERYONE knows WHAT she’s done (well I don’t know/care). Is embarrassed of me?

It’s not my fault, that everything was just so, no matter how much you and pappy tried to hide my light under the bushel. Pretty is pretty no matter how plain the packaging, although the packaging helps a lot, don’t it?! I was charmed, they had eyes, lips, pretended to listen – what a novelty that was! And I think the best part is that I can (ask and receive), wow (ie getting the frills)

Do I want to be redeemed? Can I be? I may not care about the facets of her sins, but I’m no angel either. NO happy endings here, how could it? I don’t know what “right” is.

( sighs, rubs bridge of her nose)

 

I'll show you who's never
        good enough

             

Swigs down a few pills, pulls on a joint, angrily stands up, chair crashes, she bangs her knee on table

             

NAME

Why the fuck you have
          me for? To parade your woes
          Fuck you!!! FUCK YOU!!

(NAME starts chanting, well singing...)

         Fire, fire, fire, fire fall on me ooooh
          on the day of Pentecost, fire fall on me!

NAME sings the lines over and over again and again, interspersing a meaningless chant

Hem a gimmie, gimmie. Hem a gimmie, gimme

( she repeats 5 – 8 times)

Fire, fire, fire, fire fall on me ooooh on the day of Pentecost, fire fall on me!

 

NAME becomes her mother and starts rocking an imaginary baby, her forehead wrinkles, she bites her tongue ring and dashes her imaginary baby to the ground, NAME becomes herself again and rubs her head wearily. *phone rings*

                      

            NAME

             Hi dad,

(Starts, nodding, yupping & twisting fingerss)

qqch re replying to father’s jealous, yet lovable antics - He wasn’t too much better, but at least he held my hand & the bastard tried to protect me. He knew she was “evil incarnate” the things she did to get what she had.

INT: lobby in front of elevators

 

All 3 elevator doors are open disco strobe either ball or lights. There's a karaoke type set up, a mic, TV screen showing song lyrics, after all. Karaoke aka her one good thing

Karaoke aka her one good thing

WHAT IS HER “TAILSMAN”?: - a place, a thing, her sexuality (correction her lack thereof; the wiles w/o the sense to action/manipulate/participate). WHAT IS THE  1 GOOD THING ABOUT HER? Maybe qqch re: encouraging “little frog” to draw, rescues strays... “she heals with a touch aka a song”

WHILE NAME IS SINGING SONG FADES... AND TALKING BEGINS

 

NAME (V.O)
I don't know what it's kind of sad the closest I got to
 knowing what love was listen to his barq's & grunts, his
telling me what to do. In all fairness I still don't know when
I saw him shoot I did that because he said he fucking loved me love fucking love, barq's & grunts, I thought I had the midas touch,
fucking myself over for this SOBcrack head mutfafucker, sorry I
 wanted to help, use my willes, my down to earth personality the
fucking fool I was this cursed this people get what they want
giving them everything I have delete

HIM IS SCOFFING, NAME COCKS HER HEAD SIDEWAYS TO LISTEN

HIM (O.S.)
Why should I love u back? What u didn't know what u out in u don't get back?

(scoffs x 2 )

The "magic" you are so
desperate to have consumes u, u think that's what love is

(scoffs; then chuckles )

                                                            NAME

All I wanted was to be a part of qqun's life, I wanted a place I wanted to bec everyday I practiced, every day I worked on my talents (describe ritual) every day I took another piece of my heart, more pieces of my soul & put it into this gift.

My mother, slept the town long and short, maybe not literally I suppose but up and down the streets, her hand out. From church to shelters, to riding the subway up & down. She knew the oddest, coldest set of ppl u could find. Their presence left u feeling afraid, she liked to work iniquity, what deal with the devil she must have made to have me? Papa says she tried a long long time, still walking hither and yon, still taking and taking. But u see she always felt wronged, always charming everyone with tales of woe

The eyes of the town always judging me, me who just wanted love

 

walks into the blinding sunlight, sparkling, barely hidden by the trees, NAME is squinting through the glare, the hot sweltering day, as she walks towards fountain for a brief moment she feels a chill SHE unknowingly PASSES BY HER MOM who's holding the shotgun.

 

NAME
Everyone thinks I'm crazy cuz I'm too blunt, put her away they said, called me a liar

(scoffs x 3 )

NAME bends down to dip her head into fountain, a gun fires twice then once...

******* fades to black*******

INT: MAIN LOBBY

Mom, walks through revolving doors cradling the imaginary baby again, she stops, then dashes imaginary baby to the ground, grinds it into imaginary powder, grins and walks down stairs, even though she just pushed button for elevator

- 30 -

 

 

DRAFT 1 :

INT: ringing phones, cubicle after cubicle, (FIFA's on & at least Germany is about to win, a bright spot today) hear CanMan, sun blinding through glass, blinds are broken, her assigned seat, can't get the glare off computer screen

                 NAME
        Thanks for calling in to "Bitch"
        my colleague tells me that u're
        not happy that we're not cater-
        ing to your infinite wisdom.

                 CX
          You're godammn right I'm
          pissed, you fuckers just do
         what u want and expect ppl
         to swallow ur BS

            (Taps keys, toggles systems)

                    NAME
          Mr B I'm real sorry----

                    CX
           IDGAF about ur sorries, ur
          analogies, my bill? Are u going
          to fix it?

           (Convo leads to throwing headset as this guy one of the psychos - rants sexist & immoral definitely not your "tea-time-run-of-the-mill-40yrOld-housewife;I'm going to get u fired type ramblings".  
Transitions to she's arguing with (self) or mom. Most likely monologues, one sided arguments)

                     NAME
           I'll show you who's never
        good enough

              (Swigs down a few pills, pulls on a joint)

             Why the fuck you have
         me for? To parade your woe…
         Fuck you!!! FUCK YOU!!

STEP 1. SELECTING THE TEXT

I chose TPOH by John Steinbeck - aiming to have a Hilda/Miss Morgan/Helen combo – depressed, misunderstood & desperate to help/be loved. Possible jealous Dad ie Shark & was inspired by the following quotes:

“After the bare requisites to living and reproducing, man wants most to leave some record of himself, a proof, perhaps, that he has really existed. He leaves his proof on wood, on stone or on the lives of other people. This deep desire exists in everyone, from the boy who writes dirty words in a public toilet to the Buddha who etches his image in the race mind. Life is so unreal. I think that we seriously doubt that we exist and go about trying to prove that we do.”

“It seems to me you force hardships upon yourself… We take what is given us. I can endure. I am sure of that, and I am proud of it. No amount of tragedy can break down my endurance.”

“Suddenly the genius in Katherine became power and the power gushed in her body and flooded her. In a moment she knew what she was and what she could do.”

“I can’t run from the tragedies of God… maybe I’ll come to a place like this when I am dead.”

“Junius knew nothing about the dislike of his neighbours. He was still gloriously happy. His life was as unreal, as romantic and as unimportant as his thinking.”

 

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