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PAGE SIX.

PANEL ONE.

The shot will be of Nancy smiling and waving as she walks up to Aaron and Phil.

NANCY: What’s up guys?

PANEL TWO.

The shot will be of Phil and Aaron looking up at Nancy from their chair.

PHIL: Hey Nancy.

AARON: What up?

PANEL THREE.

Nancy is pulling a chair up to the table and sitting down.

NANCY: Ya know… Not shit really. Just grabbin’ some coffee before work.

PHIL (DISEMBODIED): Ah work sucks. Aaron, you don’t have to worry about that though do you?

PAGE SEVEN.

PANEL ONE.

The shot is of Aaron sneering at Phil.

AARON: Maaan, fuck that.

NANCY (DISEMBODIED): What happened?

PANEL TWO.

Phil is pointing at Aaron and leaning towards Nancy, laughing. Aaron is off to the side.

PHIL: Someone didn’t hear their alarm clock this morning.

AARON: Whatever man. I don’t care.

NANCY: So they fired you?

AARON: Yeah. But it’s cool. I could probably get my job back at the movie theater.

PANEL THREE.

Nancy is leaning back in her chair.

NANCY: You could always come work with me.

PHIL (DISEMBODIED): Or go back to school.

PANEL FOUR.

Aaron is grabbing another cigarette. Phil and Nancy are looking at him.

AARON: Maybe I’ll just skip town for a while. You wanna come with me, Nancy?

NANCY: Where do you think you’ll go?

(CONTINUED)

PHIL: Not too far. You gotta have a little flow to be a travelin’ man.

PANEL FIVE.

Aaron is standing up. Phil and Nancy look up at him.

AARON: I don’t know. I’ll hitch-hike, Phil. Let’s see what Benson’s up to.

PAGE EIGHT.

SPLASH PAGE.

Aaron and Phil are walking in the parking lot of the coffee shop. The shot should be from the ground (near the outdoor table and chairs) look out to the lot. Only Aaron and Phil’s legs should be shown.

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I Imagine She Said Carefully - Topic: Jane Toppan

I IMAGINE SHE SAID CAREFULLY

It is 2:00 a.m. Yes, we are in Boston

Just one year past a new century-

1901.

Nurse Toppan prepares a dose

For Mr. Davis

Who waits restlessly under blankets

And fear.

She walks through Davis’ darken rooms

Blowing out each candle of every one before

She goes

Then in the last room where Davis lays

quiet and alone

“are we ready for a nightly sip?” (I imagine she said

carefully) not thinking about his heart

And gathers a syringe from the medical bag given to

Her at Cambridge and

Fills the needle full. Morphine, perhaps a touch of

Strychnine

Davis’ teeth clinch when the poison plunges

his veins and his breathing accelerates

and his mouth dries and his eyes close.

and Nurse Toppan softly unzips her white coat

with stains and removes her black shoes with dirt.

She stands over Davis only for a moment

then pulls the sheets back from Davis’ back

(He might have known and not cared, he might have

Read the newspapers and not recognized Nurse Toppan)

he knows her in his last moments with poisonous pleasure

in his tired veins; she slips innocently next to him, presses

against his body with her arms around his chest. she holds

him tightly and whispers “now, stop breathing”

Second Draft

FEVER TRIP

-To Günter (Who was a Doggie)

My spinning brain matter aches,

My eyes following the

Green, blue and pink, dancing wildly,

From electric candles against white walls.

I know now it was you, Mr. Mosquito,

Who put this fever in me.

Wet and afraid of the next

Degree rising higher, warmer.

The lids of my eyes fall,

Landing in a familiar, confusion

Where fluorescent lights shine brighter,

And the comfort of home has changed.

On that very bed, where my eyes

Clasped hard and the fear took me, I feel the

Slimy claws, fishing below.

The slick slime finds my firm back

Ripping through its bedded ceiling

And my last defender.

“O please, O please, aren’t you home

From breakfast, yet, to save me?”

Cries made, with the breaking of

Fingernails on hard wood flooring. Then I

Feel the slime for the first time.

Wrapping its suction cupped fingers on my feet.

Deep to the dark, the slime claws pull,

As I run out of flooring to hopelessly clutch-

I hear the hope of bouncing bells,

Like the one’s on my Jessie’s neck, which

She kept, until worms ate her, too. I know

How you felt, now! But, like me, all Jessie

Did was watch.

And let the worm break bone and eat flesh.

“Go in peace, brother.”

Lids crack, letting in the faintest light, to my eyes.

Not the green, blue and pink, of before, but

Bright light, like white heat on my face.

First Draft

FEVER TRIP

-To Günter (Who was a Doggie)

My spinning brain matter aches,

As my eyes follow the

Green, blue and pink, dancing wildly,

From electric candles against white walls.

I know now it was you, Mr. Mosquito,

Who put this evil on me.

Wet and afraid of the next

Degree rising higher, warmer.

The lids of my eyes fall,

Landing in a familiar, confusion

Where electric lights shine brighter,

And the comfort of home has changed.

On that very bed, where my eyes

Clasp hard and the fear took me, I feel the

Slimy claws, fishing and feeling, below.

The slick slime finds my firm back

Ripping through its bedded ceiling

And my last defender.

“O please, O please, aren’t you home

From breakfast to save me, yet?” Cries made,

And only matched by the breaking of

Fingernails on hard wood flooring. Then I

Felt the slime for the first time.

Wrapping its suction cupped fingers on my feet.

Deep to the dark the slime claw pulled,

As I run out of flooring to hopelessly clutch.

But then I hear the hope of bouncing bells,

Like the one’s on my Jessie’s neck, which

She kept, until worms ate her, too. I know

How you felt, now! But, like me, all Jessie

Did was watch.

And let the worm break bone and eat flesh.

“Go in peace, brother.”

Lids crack, letting in the faintest light, to my eye.

Not the green, blue and pink, of before, but

White light, like white heat on my face.

Part of ACT 1 in the Sunny Script

ACT 1

INT. PADDY’S PUB – DAY

Mac is standing up at the bar, where Dennis and Charlie are seating facing Mac.

MAC

I say the girls oughta be knockouts.

I mean really sexy.

DENNIS

You said it. Nothing but blonde-

bombshells, with huge knockers.

CHARLIE

Yeah, definitely. But maybe we should

get a smart girl or two, ya know.

Mac and Dennis look confused.

MAC

Why would we want a smart girl?

CHARLIE

Well, I was thinkin’, if some of

the girls aren’t whores, then maybe

the show will be more interesting.

DENNIS

The less brains the better.

FRANK burst into Paddy’s and heads behind the bar.

FRANK

Where the hell’s Dee’s computer?

The gang looks up to see what is happening.

MAC

How should we know, Frank!

DENNIS

Yeah, besides, we’re a little busy

here, Frank.

FRANK

I gotta find that damn computer.

CHARLIE

What’s the big deal, dude?

FRANK

I’m buyin’ a Russian whore off the

Internet and I need Dee’s computer.

The gang LAUGHS at Frank.

DENNIS

Why on earth would you want a mail-

order bride?

MAC

Aren’t you always talking about how

much you hate the Russians?

Frank stops looking around and address the gang.

FRANK

Yeah, I do.

Frank smiles devilishly and motions with his hands.

FRANK (CONT’D)

But what better way to stick it to

those Commy bastards, than to stick it

to one of their daughters?

Mac and Charlie nod. Dennis looks disgusted.

CHARLIE

When you’re right, you’re right.

DENNIS

You and Dee are unbelievable.

Nothing you’re saying is making

sense, Frank. The Cold War ended

like twenty years ago, the Russians

are our allies, and you can’t even

use a computer.

LIAM MCPOYLE (O.S.)

Hey man. Computers are getting

LIAM MCPOYLE (CONT’D) (O.S)

easier. He’ll figure it out.

The gang turns to see who is talking and find RYAN and LIAM MCPOYLE sitting in a booth, behind their laptop. Dennis drops his head.

DENNIS

Oh, goddamn it. Who let McPoyles in

the bar?

CHARLIE

Man, those guys are complete freaks.

FRANK

Well get them the hell outta here.

RYAN MCPOYLE

We’re right here. We can hear you

saying that.

Mac puffs out his chest and raises his fist in the air.

MAC

Then hear this. You and your circus

freak brother are banished from Paddy’s.

LIAM MCPOYLE

Hey. It’s all good. Chillax.

Charlie gets upset, SLAMS his fist on the bar, and SHOUTS.

CHARLIE

Get out of here, dude. Get outta the bar.

Dennis restrains Charlie.

DENNIS

You boys better split before we let

the dogs loose.

The McPoyles get up and head for the door, turning around before they leave.

LIAM MCPOYLE

It’s a shame we can’t be friends.

Frank points to the door.

FRANK

Scram.

The McPoyles walk out.

CHARLIE

Oh my god, I hate those guys. Did

you smell them?

MAC

Yeah, it was indescribably gross.

Frank goes to the back office.

FRANK

I’m gonna look for the computer

in here.

DENNIS

It’s like they bathe in milk and

each others sweat.